Today's middle-class Americans maintain a stable outlook which often masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex for the adult and pre-teenager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships as a result of wife-swapping. The children observe their parents' so-called "mature" lifestyles. The mark is made, the effects last a lifetime.
This is a story of a young wife and an episode of debauchery where the satisfaction of the senses means everything. What happens to these characters is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with all.
Business as usual is the daily norm, but is it? Not for these people--outwardly, yes, in reality, no.
MORE FUN FOR THE WIFE--a novel with a lesson for those unaware of what is really happening behind many of America's closed door.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carrie Connor finished applying her makeup. She spent a few minutes brushing her long, thick mane of hair and when she was through, she gazed at herself in the full-length mirror.
She couldn't help but admire what she saw. She was the mother of two, a boy and a girl, but she didn't have an extra ounce of flesh on her body.
When she thought about Chip and Marylou, she felt a surge of maternal love mixed with relief. She missed them, but it was nice when they were away at camp. For two months she would have no one to think about but herself and her husband, Bob.
The long-legged brunette had just stepped from the shower a short time ago and she was naked. Now, as she admired her image in the mirror, she thought about Bob. He was out of town on a sales trip, and while she didn't relish sleeping alone, she was grateful for the respite from household chores.
She enjoyed being a wife and mother and Bob was a good husband. But even a traditional woman needed some time alone occasionally.
She didn't consider being traditional as anything negative. She thought women who wanted careers should have them, but she chose marriage and children and she had no desire to work outside her home.
Now, as she examined her naked body, she was pleased to see nothing had changed over the years. Some of her friends had put on weight, but she had no extra bulges or wrinkles. Her belly was flat and her thighs smooth. More important, her tits and ass was as firm as a girl's.
The whole day stretched before her. Bob would be gone all week. She had plans to go shopping with Patty Johnson later in the week, but until then she was free.
On her way to the closet, she paused at her dressing table for one more look at her naked body. Thank God for a small waist and slim hips, she thought.
She was lucky and she knew it. She still got plenty of attention when she walked down the street. In a youth-oriented society, young men still tried to pick her up. She loved the attentions. Contrary to some women, she found it flattering when strange men made sexy, even lewd remarks.
I'm just an old-fashioned girl, she thought as she stepped into a pair of skimpy, black bikinis and poured her big tits into a lacy half-bra.
She gazed at herself in the mirror again, admiring her cleavage and the curve of her ass. After slipping into a negligee, she went downstairs to the kitchen to brew herself her first coffee of the day.
While she waited for the water to boil, she thought about Bob. Sometimes she wondered what he did on the road when he wasn't out selling. A week was a long time, but sometimes he was away for two weeks at a stretch.
During those times she became very horny and she knew that Bob did, too. She had never once cheated in all the years of their marriage, but she wasn't so sure about Bob.
Men are different, her mother had told her. Men need sex more than women. Bullshit, Carrie thought now as she spooned coffee into the filter. I'm as horny as any man when Bob's not at home.
Earlier that morning she had taken care of her sexual needs by masturbating. Now, as she poured her coffee, she was aware that she was still horny. More and more frequently lately, jerking off wasn't enough.
She had just taken her first sip of coffee when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? she thought as she went to the door.
When she saw that it was Jim Johnson, a good friend of the family, she hesitated for only a moment. It was true her negligee didn't cover much, but she did have underwear on.
Jim and Patty Johnson were like part of the family. They lived down the street and the two couples went out frequently. She remembered then that Jim had promised to come over and have a look at their video recorder. He was able to fix almost anything electronic and frequently he helped Carrie out when Bob was away.
Now she greeted Jim with a kiss.
"Hi," she said brightly. "Come on in. I just brewed some coffee. Want some before you go to work?"
"Hi, beautiful! Sure thing." Jim put his tool box down.
Carrie poured his coffee, feeling strangely uncomfortable when Jim stared at her tits. It was the negligee. She should have gone upstairs and put on a more modest robe.
"I never saw you look like this." Jim grinned, sipping his coffee and openly staring at her cleavage.
Carrie blushed. "I really should go upstairs and change."
"I wish you wouldn't. It's not ever day a guy gets a treat like this!"
"You're such a tease," she said, drawing her negligee closer in a futile attempt to cover her tits.
"Can a guy get a decent chair to sit on around here?"
"Sure. Let's go into the living room. That's where the video recorder is anyway. Bring your coffee with you."
She felt Jim's eyes staring at her ass as he followed her into the living room. She realized then that they had never been alone before. Either Bob or Patty or the kids were usually around. It felt funny, but strangely exciting too.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Jim said as he settled down on the sofa.
"I don't know. What are you thinking?" Carrie placed her coffee down and sat on the far end of the couch.
"That we've never been alone like this."
"I was thinking the same thing."
He sipped his coffee slowly. "You're going to think this is a line, but I've always found you mighty attractive."
"I don't think it's a line and I'm flattered. I think you're pretty attractive, too."
They sat in silence for a while, sipping their coffee. Carrie sensed that Jim wanted to say something more, but was censoring himself. She told herself her quickening heartbeat meant nothing. It was just the caffeine getting to her.
Jim was the one to break the silence.
"To tell you the truth," he said, "I've forgotten why I'm here."
Carrie laughed, her low, throaty laugh. Nervous, she crossed her legs, revealing more bare thigh. "Well, I haven't. You came to fix the video recorder."
He snickered. "Oh, yeah, now I remember."
"Why, Jim, you naughty thing!"
He groaned and looked away. "What a jerk you must think I am."
Carrie felt a tingling in her pussy. She drew her negligee over her thighs and shifted her ass around on the sofa cushion.
"Why would I think that?" she said. "We're old friends, remember?"
He licked his lips and sipped his coffee. "Yeah, I remember."
Suddenly, she wondered what she would do if Jim made a pass. She had always enjoyed sex with Bob and never considered cheating. Yet, for some reason, she found herself hoping Jim would come on to her. So she could turn him down? she wondered. So she could tell herself she was still young and pretty?
"It does seem strange for the two of us to be alone," she said nervously. "But you've certainly seen your share of women in negligees. I mean, before you married Patty, of course!"
"Yeah, before I married Patty." He grinned crookedly. "To tell you the truth, I don't remember when I wasn't married to Patty."
Carrie felt relieved. She was on firm ground now, talking about Bob and Patty.
"Me, too," she said. "Bob and I have been together so long I can't imagine life without him."
Jim appeared to be deep in thought. "Even Bob couldn't blame me for having fantasies about you."
Carrie's heart pounded. "Fantasies? About me?"
Jim nodded. "I've told Patty, so it's not like I'm being disloyal. You're a terrific-looking woman, Carrie. Sometimes, when the four of us are together, I wonder what it would be like to be in bed with you!"
Carrie felt herself grow warm all over. Especially between her legs. To steady herself, she sipped her coffee, but she couldn't ignore the fact that her cunt-juices were flowing.
"I didn't know you felt that way," she said.
Jim cleared his throat. "I think this is going to be a day neither of us is going to forget."
"What do you mean?"
He sat forward. "Did you mean it before when you said you thought I was attractive?"
"Yes. I've always thought you were good-looking." She lowered her eyes. "And built very well. But then, you know that."
Jim reached over and placed his hand on her knee. "I should be. I work out every day. How about you? What do you do to keep that body of yours so gorgeous?"
The touch of his hand on her bare knee sent shock waves up Carrie's spine.
"Nothing special." Her voice sounded strange to her ears. Almost as it if were coming from someone else.
"Who are we kidding?" Jim's voice was husky as he stroked her leg. "I swear I never planned this, but now that it's happening, I'm glad. Look at me. I don't have to be at work until this afternoon. We have the time and the place. The question is, do you have the nerve?"
His question hung in the air. Carrie was surprised by his aggressiveness and even more surprised by her own desire to do what he was suggesting. When his fingers began creeping up her thigh, she opened her legs.
"I guess that's my answer," she said. "I guess it is."
"I've never done anything like this before. I mean, I've never cheated on Bob."
"I figure no one gets hurt because no one knows but us." As Carrie widened the spread of her legs, he began gently rubbing her crotch.
"I never thought you and I... I never planned this!"
He drew her closer, still fondling her pussy through her panties. He kissed her. "Who did?"
His breath was sweet and his lips were firm and forceful. He eased his tongue into her mouth so slowly she was barely aware of his intimate caress.
Suddenly, she knew she'd wanted him for a long time. She had tried to hide her feelings, but when Bob was away from home, she missed sex. It was true that Bob satisfied her completely when they were together, but she'd always found Jim incredibly sexy. And he was here, in her living room, holding her. Kissing her. Touching her cunt and setting it on fire.
With a groan, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"Keep kissing me," she whispered, opening her mouth and sucking on his tongue. "You've made me so hot, I couldn't stop if I wanted to! Kiss me again! And again! And again!"
Their kisses were torrid. His hands were working her negligee off her shoulders. His tongue was snaking in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, honey, you don't know how long I've dreamed about this moment," he said. "How many times I made love to Patty and pretended it was you!"
"But that's wrong. I'd hate to think I'm causing trouble in your marriage."
"Forget about my marriage. Let's use this time for us. Let's just think about us and how much we want to be together!"
"Yes, keep kissing my throat. Oh, god, your lips are on my tits! Yes, darling, yes! We'll just think about the moment and how much we want each other!"
Carrie's bra was off and she was lying back on the sofa, her eyes closed and her blood racing. She felt herself flowing, then she realized pussy-juice was gushing out of her cunt and soaking her panties.
Jim fastened his lips to one of her tits and ran his tongue around her nipple. When he moved his mouth to her other tit, she cradled his head and let out a deep sigh.
"I don't know what it is about you," Jim said, flicking his tongue up and down her cleavage, "but my cock hasn't felt this hard in years!"
Carrie arched her back and pushed one ripe tit into his mouth. "Me, too! I mean, I haven't been so turned on in ages."
"God help me, I'm crazy about you!" He filled his mouth with her big-nippled tits.
"That feels so good, darling. Don't stop sucking! Yes, suck both of them! Yes, oh, God, you're touching my cunt! I'm embarrassed to be so wet!"
"Sweetheart, it's a compliment to me." He sucked and nibbled her tits while he busily explored her cunt.
"Take your clothes off, darling!" she cried. "I want to feel you. I want to feel your hard cock! You don't know how I want it!"
He rubbed his face between her tits, pressing her tits against his cheeks.
"Yes, I do know," he murmured. "I'm going to have to fuck you soon. You've got me so damn hot I won't be able to wait!"
"I don't want you to wait. I want it, too! Oh, darling, we're in this together!"
"I know, sweetheart." He peeled her bikinis down and rose up to undress.
Carrie was half out of her mind with desire. When his pants were off, she reached for him. "Don't make me wait any more! Put that big cock of yours inside my cunt before I lose my mind!"
Jim tore his shorts off. She opened her legs as he mounted her. His hard fuck-tool stood up and when he nestled against her, she reached for his cock.
"Put it in, darling," she said. "Quick! Don't make me wait any longer!"
He pressed his lips to hers as he fucked her. "Here it is, sweetheart!"
She moaned helplessly as she wound her legs around his back.
"Ride me, darling!" She covered his face with kisses as she wriggled her ass. "Ride me, lover! Ride me!"
He began thrusting. Each time his cock stroked into her pussy, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She clawed at him, becoming a wanton desire-driven bitch before his eyes.
"You're so passionate," he moaned, ramming his prick all the way into her. "So sweet. Your cunt is cutting into my cock! Jesus, you're the best, honey!"
"You are, too. Keep doing that! Keep ramming your cock into me! Split me in two. I love it! Tear me apart with your big cock!"
She thrashed her legs in the air before locking them around his waist. They moved together as if they had been fucking for years.
He pulled his cock almost all the way out. Then, with one wild thrust, he drove his prick balls-deep into her slippery pussy.
She shrieked. "You're filling me up! You've got the biggest prick! Oh, God, it's so hard and big. I love it! Really give it to me! I like it hard like that. Oh, darling, I'm going to cum soon!"
Wildly aroused himself and ready to cum whenever Carrie was ready, Jim lunged in and out, in and out, filling her slick cunt with his stiff fuck-meat.
"Can't hold out much longer!" he cried.
"Don't pull out. Cum inside me! We'll cum together! Oh, darling, I'm there!"
She came with an intensity that took her breath now. Incredibly, Jim held on and continued fucking her.
"My God, what a lover you are!" she cried. "I never dreamed you'd be such a cocksman."
"I want to give pleasure. I want you to cum again!"
"I will, darling. I'm close again! Oh God, it won't be long! Darling, fuck meeeee!"
"Here it is, honey," he said. "I'm cumming inside you!"
Carrie was wracked with another, even more intense orgasm.
"Yesssss!" she wailed as her pussy drank up his cum-load. "Fill me with your cum!"
Ten minutes after they were through, they began all over again.
"I haven't been able to get my cock up again so fast in years!" Jim grinned as Carrie climbed over him and took his half-hard prick into her mouth.
"You must think I'm awful," she murmured, flicking her tongue around his cock-head.
"Sweetheart," he murmured. "You're the greatest!"
As the cheating, young wife munched on his prick, she knew her life would never be the same again.
CHAPTER TWO
He moved his tongue into her mouth as she eased her down on the bed. She automatically opened her legs and hungrily returned his hot kisses. It was their second afternoon together and it was as exciting as the first.
"I can't stay long," Jim said, stroking her tits. "Patty's expecting me for dinner at six."
"We have an hour. That's enough for now. Oh, darling, I've been so horny all day!"
"We'll make the most of the time we have."
Briefly removing his mouth from hers, Jim lowered her head and brushed his lips over her soft, warm thighs.
She groaned. "I don't know what I did without you!"
Carrie closed her eyes as his warm, moist lips teased her flesh. He planted a trail of fiery kisses up and down the insides of her thighs.
Like the first time, Jim's kisses and caresses made her hot. And like the first time, she knew that before he actually fucked her, he would kiss every inch of her hot and ready body.
Now he pushed her knees back and licked the undersides of her thighs. He worked his way around to the soft, sensitive insides of her thighs before draping her legs over his shoulders and burying his face against her panty-clad pussy.
"Oh, darling, that's lovely!" She gasped, feeling the heat of his breath as he pressed his nose and mouth against her cunt.
"You smell so good," he said, inhaling her raunchy fragrance.
"I want us to do everything together. I want to take a shower with you. I want to wash your balls and your prick and I want to suck your cock while the hot water washes over me!"
"I want to do everything with you, too. I want to lather your pussy and tits and I want to lick you clean!"
"Oh, darling, there's so much we can do to pleasure each other!"
"And so little time."
She groaned. "Don't remind me."
He rubbed his nose against her damp panty-crotch. "Any regrets?"
"No," she said quickly. "You?"
"Uh-uh."
"Sweet Jesus, that's good!" she said as he wormed two fingers inside her panties.
"Patty doesn't suspect anything. I'm sure of that."
"When Bob comes home, I don't know what we'll do."
"Jesus, I forgot about Bob for a minute."
"I don't know if I'll be able to look Patty in the eye without blushing."
"You'll manage something. Patty's your best friend. You're the last person she'd suspect I was cheating with."
"Don't remind me. God, I must be a bitch to be fucking around with my best friend's husband!"
"How about me? Bob's my best friend, too."
"Oh, Lord, don't remind me. Just keep rubbing my cunt like that. You don't know what you're doing to me!"
He rubbed his fingers up and down her cunt-slit. "I don't? Let's just get these panties off so I can do it right!"
She arched her back and raised her ass so he could more easily remove her panties. He took his time, slowly peeling them over her rounded ass and slim hips. When they were off, when her rump was bare, he pressed his face against her cunt and inhaled loudly.
"Oh, yeah!" he whispered.
"Oh, darling, darling, darling, you kiss me so good down there!"
He ran his mouth from her clit to her asshole. She was unable to control herself. She started wriggling around in a circular motion, grinding her steamy pussy against his sucking mouth.
She knew how much he enjoyed eating her pussy. She wanted to give him what he craved and at the same time meet her deepest, darkest, most wanton needs.
She thought about Bob and how it felt when he licked and kissed her cunt. Bob was a good lover. As good as Jim. But Bob wasn't at home and Jim was. It was as simple as that.
"Lick there," she said now, straining against Jim's sucking mouth.
He ate her like a starving puppy eats his food. He licked and sucked the slimy petals of her inner cunt and drank down the steady stream of juice oozing from her cunt-hole.
"Turn over, darling," he said, still flicking his tongue over her throbbing clit.
"Yes, yes, anything you say!" she moaned as she rolled onto her belly.
She rested her head on her arms and waited. Her heart pounded as he pressed his mouth against the soft cheeks of her ass.
She squirmed with excitement. "What're you going to do?"
He planted kisses over both ass-cheeks, then ran her tongue into her ass-crack. "You'll see."
She felt his tongue on her asshole and stopped breathing. She squealed when he began fingering her clit while he licked her shit-hole.
"Sweet, little asshole!" he said, licking away at her shitter.
"Darling, that's wild!"
"I want to lick every part of you."
She giggled breathlessly. "I think you already have!"
"Get on your back again."
The horny wife obediently rolled over. She brought her knees back and watched her lover once again press his mouth against her drooling cunt.
"I like to bring you off with my tongue before we fuck," he said.
"You're so thoughtful, darling. Such a wonderful lover!"
"I want to be the best lover you ever had."
They both knew what he was alluding to.
"You're one of the best," Carrie said, always loyal to Bob.
"I guess I'll have to settle for that."
She began rhythmically moved her hips as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit. He had incredible patience. She knew he wouldn't stop until she came.
She was almost out of her mind from the pure joy of the licking. She felt her orgasm build as she clamped her thighs around his head. He gently pushed her legs open. She ran her fingers through his hair and ground her cunt against his face.
"I'm sorry, darling," she moaned. "Oh, God, I'm cumming!"
She came as his tongue swished back and forth over her clit. It was a fantastic orgasm and when it was over, she shivered.
"No one has ever eaten me like that before."
Jim raised his head, wiped his mouth with the sheet and grinned. "That's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me."
They embraced. "You eat me so good."
"You taste so delicious and you're so passionate!"
Before she could stop, Jim was eating her cunt again, fastening his lips to ever-drooling pussy and drinking down her juices.
"You're spoiling me," she said, once again letting herself float into sexual oblivion.
She came again and didn't open her eyes until Jim rose up and undressed. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at his nakedness.
It seemed so strange to be excited about her best friend's husband's prick. She had seen Jim in swim trunks hundreds of times and never gave a thought to what was inside his fly. Now that was all she thought about. His fly and his cock inside it.
He climbed onto the bed, grinning proudly. His cock looked very hard. His prick tilted upward and bounced heavily as he moved. She quickly climbed between his legs and leaned over to kiss him.
"Now you." She smiled, long hair tickling his belly as her mouth approached his cock.
"Baby, I dreamed about your mouth all last night," he said, settling back against the pillows as she lifted his cock in her fist.
"Mmmmmm, delicious!" She blew her warm breath over his cock-knob and tenderly took it between her lips.
She sucked his cock lovingly, delighted when it began swelling up even bigger. With a happy moan, she took his cock more deeply into her mouth.
Her hot, wet lips soon turned his prick into a piece of steel. His cock had grown so thick and long she could only get half of it in her mouth.
He groaned when she flicked her tongue around and around his flared rim. A hot shiver ran through her pussy when she tasted the first few drops of cum oozing from his pisser.
She swirled her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock-knob. She flicked up and down his thick fuck-shaft, finally fluttering her tongue around his cock-root. "Oh, baby, good sucking!" he said.
With a reluctant sigh, she released his cock from her mouth and pressed her lips against his thick cock-bush.
"I've got to suck your balls, baby!" she said, sucking his balls one by one into the wetness of her mouth.
She felt him tense. He reached down and caressed her hair and the back of her neck as she wet down his balls with saliva.
His cock throbbed wildly. He raised and lowered his ass as she took his cock into her mouth again.
"I can't take much more of that, sweetheart," he said. "You better stop before the gun goes off!"
He cradled her in his arms and kissed her.
"You haven't cum in my mouth yet," she said almost shyly.
"I will another time, darling." He trembled as he hugged her. "I want you so badly. I want to fuck you and fuck you and never stop!"
"I want it, too!"
He hovered over her, running his hands over her curves, slipping his hands under her ass and pulling her closer to him. They stared at each other, his stiff cock poking into her belly.
"I could never give you up now," he said.
"Me neither." She writhed around beneath him.
He pressed his mouth against her moist, parted lips and gave her his tongue. "We have to be very careful."
"Yes, I know. Bob and Patty must never know."
He finally mounted her. He lowered his prick between her thighs, against her soft, warm pussy-triangle.
Carrie whimpered when she felt the head of his cock between her juicy cunt-lips. She spread her legs farther apart so her hot lover would have total access to her slick cunt.
He looked intent as he struggled to fuck his hugely swollen cock-head into her cunt. When his prick-tip slipped inside, he smiled and finally looked up.
"Oh, baby, how I love fucking you!"
He grasped her by the ass and lifted her up as his cock surged deep inside her cunt. She whimpered with lust as he began pumping into her pussy.
"Your cock feels like a huge snake!" she said.
"I love filling you up, sweetheart. Your pussy was tailor-made for my prick!"
She felt suspended in air. The head of his cock was so deep inside her, she could almost feel his cock-knob in her belly. His prick-shaft rasped against her clit as he fucked his cock in and out of her.
"Sweet Jesus, I love it!" she hissed, locking her long legs around his back.
"I love it, too!" He plowed in and out, his balls slapping her ass with every stroke. "Hold on tight!"
He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. His prick remained lodged securely in her pussy, but now she was on top.
"I'm sitting on it," she said, leaning over and lowering her tits over his face.
"Fuck that cock, baby! Fuck the jism out of that cock!"
He grabbed hold of her ass and helped her bounce up and down on his prick. She felt impaled by him, stuffed with fuck-meat. He was able to fuck her even more deeply in that position.
"Darling, your cock's in me so deep!" she said, biting his lips and slipping her tongue into his mouth.
"Have I told you lately that I love your ass?" he said, thrusting his hips up and ramming his cock into her cunt.
"I love hearing it," she said. She chuckled. "I may be on top, but you're still doing the fucking!"
"Do you mind?"
"Of course not. I love it!"
"Straighten your legs out."
Carrie did as he said, throwing herself down flat over his body, her cunt tightly clasping his prick.
"Lord, your cock's in so deep," she said. "You're fucking me so good, darling!"
"Hold on." He banged into her a few times, then abruptly stopped. "Get on your knees now. I want to fuck you from the rear."
"You're so full of surprises." She trembled with excitement as she released his cock and climbed to her knees.
"I'm going to finish up this way," he said, coming up behind her.
"It's one of my favorite positions."
"Me, too. I can get in deeper this way. Put your arms down and relax. I'll do all the work."
She wriggled her ass as he slowly sank his throbbing fuck-tool into her cunt. He held back, giving her only half of his cock initially.
"God, I love that big, fat cock of yours!" she said, writhing her pussy around his fuck-pole.
When she craned her neck and gazed back at him, his eyes were blazing with raw desire.
"We're a pair, that's for sure," he said, slowly pumping his swollen cock in and out of her.
"You're making me cum. Any minute now. It's so close. So close!"
With each thrust, he seemed to fuck her more deeply. She squealed and moaned as her orgasm drew closer. She beat her fists on the mattress.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried.
It wasn't until her orgasm tapered off that he began savagely pounding her.
"Fuck that cock!" he growled, holding her hips and almost cruelly digging his fingers into her flesh.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, riding toward another climax. "Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Her well-fucked pussy was awash with her juices. Being fucked on her hands and knees never failed to arouse her. She and Bob fucked that way frequently.
For some reason thinking about her husband made her even hotter.
"Cock!" she yelled. "Give me more cock!"
Jim held one arm around her waist as he pounded his prick into her. "You sweet pussy, you!"
"Really give it to me! Really sock it to me! Yes, hard. Harder! I love it that way. Give it to me, darling. Give it to meeeee!"
Each violent thrust brought her closer to another climax. When Jim reached under and began rubbing her clit, she went wild.
"Sweet, fucking Jesus Christ!" she shrieked, exploding into a violent orgasm.
"You bet your sweet ass!" Jim hissed, his cock exploding and hosing down her cunt.
"Cream me, darling! Cream my hot pussy!"
"Your pussy is sucking the cum out of my balls!"
"Oh, God, so good! So damn, fucking good."
"What a fuck, baby!" He collapsed against her back, his cock still imbedded in her cunt.
"Don't pull out, darling. Leave it in me. Can you feel my pussy? Can you feel it squeezing your prick?"
"You bet! If you're not careful, I'll start fucking you again."
"I wish you would."
He began thrusting. "Here. I never did this before, but you do something to me, sweetheart. When I'm with your, my cock never goes down!"
"Darling!"
"Here we go again, baby!"
CHAPTER THREE
Bob came home after a week on the road. Carrie showed him the letters the children had written from camp. They had a good dinner and went to bed early and made love.
It started off well. Better than usual. But Carrie felt guilty when she realized that she and Jim had made love in the very same bed earlier that day. She didn't cum that night, although she faked it expertly.
She remained awake long after Bob fell asleep. She and Jim had been together only hours before Bob returned. She had barely had time to shower away Jim's jism when Bob drove up. She felt guilty about that, too.
Bob had come home terribly horny and fucked her like a dog. She had tried responding, but the harder she tried the less she felt.
Now lying in bed, she recalled Bob's words when he walked into the house and took her into his arms.
"Damn, I missed you something awful!" he'd said, kissing her hard.
"Me, too. Oh, honey, you're going to break my ribs."
He squeezed her ass and drew her closer.
"I don't care." He nipped at her ear. "Let's get on the floor right now and go at each other!"
"But you must be tired and hungry. And the kids wrote such darling letters. They'd be terribly hurt if you didn't read them right away."
"You're right, but I just can't take my hands off your gorgeous ass!"
"You're making me so hot, honey. Honest, I can hardly wait until we fuck!"
He nuzzled her neck.
"Then how about it?" He cocked an eyebrow. "You get on top so you don't hurt your back. That rug looks mighty inviting to me."
She managed to escape his clutches.
"Here." She handed him the letters from the children. "I really miss the little darlings. You go on and read them and I'll finish up in the kitchen."
Bob followed her into the kitchen. He chuckled as he read the children's letters and sipped the scotch she put in his hand.
"Terrific kids," he said, grinning.
"We're lucky, hon. They're smart, too."
Bob came up behind her as she took the roast from the oven. "I guess you must be mighty lonesome when they're away and I'm on the road."
"Uh, yes, of course I am. Honey, would you mind? I don't want to burn myself."
"Is something wrong, hon? You seem distracted."
"Oh, no. I'm just so glad to see you, I want dinner to be perfect."
He grabbed her close and kissed her. "To hell with dinner, woman! Let's fuck!"
She laughingly pushed him away. "But you must be dying for a decent meal after being on the road all week."
He sniffed the roast and smiled. "Yeah, I am. Smells good, hon."
Later, in bed, he did all the right things. Carrie responded hotly until she began thinking about Jim and feeling guilty.
"Take my cock all the way into your mouth, hon," Bob had said.
Determined to give him a good blow-job, Carrie slid her lips to the root of his prick and swallowed around his cock-knob.
"Man, I don't know which I missed more," he said. "Your mouth or your pussy!"
"I missed you too, honey. I've been horny all week."
She hated lying, but felt she had no other choice. Even as she nursed on his prick she felt nothing. Had Jim spoiled her for Bob? she wondered.
By the time Bob climbed over her and rammed his prick into her cunt, she wanted to get it over with. But she clawed at him, pretending a passion she didn't feel.
What have I done? she thought, legs and arms flailing as his cock punched into her. Have I ruined what Bob and I had?
"Baby, what a sweet fuck!" Bob gasped. "I'm gonna cum in a minute. Are you ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready. Ooohhh, I missed you so! I'm cumming, honey. I'm with you!"
Later, after Bob fell asleep, Carrie tossed and turned restlessly. She lay on her side and draped an arm around Bob's waist. She felt tenderness for him and love. But she didn't feel turned on. She felt a throbbing in her pussy only when she thought about Jim.
I've got to stop this, she thought. And the only way to end this obsession with Jim is to sleep with another man. Anyone. I've just got to get this fixation with Jim out of my mind.
With that resolve, she snuggled up behind Bob and tried to sleep. But it was no use. The fucking had served to make her horny and she'd never sleep until she masturbated.
She rolled onto her back and lifted her nightgown to her waist. She pressed her fingers down on her cunt and began rubbing.
Dear Lord, I'm in bed with my husband, she thought. Why should I be jerking off? This is crazy!
But she had to do something to bring herself off or she'd never get to sleep. Heart pounding with frustration, the inserted two fingers into her pussy and relentlessly rubbed her clit. It didn't take long for her to cum, but she remained unsatisfied.
She thrashed around as she continued masturbating. Bob groaned in his sleep, turned around to face her and held his arms out to her.
"Come to papa," he mumbled.
"I'm here, darling," she said, crawling into his arms.
I do love him, she thought as she wiped her juice-soaked fingers on the blanket. God forgive me, I'm a slut in my heart.
After a while, Bob relaxed his hold on her and fell into a sound sleep. Carrie took that opportunity to rise and go to the bathroom to piss.
While she sat on the toilet, she gazed down at her hungry, little pussy. She pressed down on her clit as she pissed.
She wondered what Jim and Patty were doing at that very moment. She wondered if Jim still enjoyed making love to his wife.
Men were different from women, she thought. Women were more sensitive. Polygamy was contrary to the female's nature. Or was it?
Carrie decided to find out for certain. Despite her personal loathing of promiscuous women, she would go out tomorrow and get laid by someone. Anyone. Just to see if she enjoyed it.
Long after she stopped pissing, she sat on the toilet and finger-fucked herself. She told herself she would go out and get laid only to prove she wasn't in love with Jim, but in her heart she knew the truth.
The truth was, she was hooked. She didn't love Jim. She loved his cock and how he used it on her. She loved Bob and still found him sexy, but now that she had tasted variety, she wanted more.
That was the truth and there in the bathroom she finally faced it.
Sweet Jesus, I'll never get to heaven now, she thought. She bit her lip as she started cumming. She trembled violently as the delicious spasms shook her.
She threw her head back and jammed her fingers into her hot, hairy fuck-hole. Sweet Jesus, forgive me. How can I face my kids? How can I face Bob?
When she stopped shaking, she rose up from the toilet. I can't help it, she thought as she washed her hands and face. I need cock. Lots of it. There's no turning back now.
When she returned to bed, she curled up behind Bob and kissed his shoulder. He stirred in his sleep and gathered her into his arms.
"Climb on board, hon," he murmured sleepily. "My cock's hard again."
Excited by the prospect of having Bob's familiar cock in her cunt, she climbed on top of him, squatted down and took his cock inside her cunt.
"Fuck me, stud!" she said, leaning over and pushing one of her tits into his mouth. "Make me see stars with that big cock of yours!"
* * *
The next day, after Bob left for work, Carrie telephoned a bachelor friend who lived a few doors away. Bernie was about forty, divorced and a writer who worked at home. He'd intimated more than once that if she ever wanted to start an affair, he was ready. She decided to make him her next lover.
During their brief phone conversation, she told him she wanted to talk with him. He asked no questions, but told her to come right over.
She dressed quickly. She knew she might lose her nerve if she dawdled, so she threw on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, covered everything with a trench coat, and walked down the street to Bernie's house.
He came to the door wearing only pajama bottoms. He seemed to sense what she wanted, because the moment he closed the door he pulled her against him.
"I guess you're ready," he said.
She threw her arms around his neck. "Quick, kiss me before I lose my nerve!"
She could tell he was taken aback by her fervor. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her. She reached down and touched his crotch. His cock lurched around inside his pajamas.
"I want you to make love to me," she said between kisses.
"You know how I feel about you, but what's up? Why the sudden passion for me?"
"I don't want to talk about it. What's the difference? You always said whenever I was ready you were. You're not going to refuse me, are you?"
"Are you kidding? Do I look like an asshole?"
"No." She unsnapped his fly, dropped to her knees and hauled his prick out. She stuffed his cock into her mouth and began sucking.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he hissed.
"You can write about it in one of your books," she said between licks of his cock-head.
"I probably will!" He chuckled. "This is great, Carrie, but don't you think we ought to get away from the windows and maybe get comfortable? I do have a bed, you know. Actually two."
"In a minute." She nursed hungrily on his cock-tip. His prick was springing to life under her eager lips and tongue.
"I never thought you'd do it," he mused, admiration in his voice. "I always figured you for the faithful type."
"I am. I mean I was. Oh, shut up and let me suck!"
He tousled her hair. "Why don't you take your clothes off and let me make love to you?"
She managed to talk around his thick plug of prick in her mouth. "I will in a minute. I don't want to stop yet. I really need to suck your cock first."
Bernie started swaying his hips, moving them back and forth and taking control of the blow-job. He stroked her hair from time to time and let his pajamas drop to the floor.
She hefted his balls in her hand. His ball-bag hung down heavily, huge and wrinkled and leathery. She could almost see his balls All with jism. His cock was growing more rigid by the minute and getting incredibly long.
"This is terrific, honey, but I really have to sit down," he said. "I can't take much more of this standing up."
She kept her mouth fastened to his prick, lightly biting his cock-shaft and nibbling his spongy cock-knob. She opened her mouth wide and sucked one of his balls inside.
"Jesus H. Christ!" He winced as he gripped her head. "Go on, suck, baby. I can see you really need it!"
The horny wife sucked both his balls in turn. His ball-bag was massive, and she licked and kissed it all over. Then she attacked his cock again, sliding her lips halfway down his long prick-shaft and briefly taking his whole cock into her throat.
"When you called me and said you wanted to talk to me, I never expected this," Bernie said. "I swear I thought it was a joke you and Bob were playing."
"It's no joke," she said, gazing up at him as she lapped her tongue over his prick. "I want you to fuck me! I really do. I need it, Bernie! You will do it, won't you?"
"It's not a joke? You're sure?"
"Does this look like a joke?" She took a deep breath and slowly slid her lips down his cock-shaft.
"Fuck, I never thought... Jesus, if I put this into a novel no one would believe it!"
Carrie poked her tongue into his pisser and tasted his jism. She compared his cock with Jim's, then with Bob's. She decided that each man had his own distinct flavor, but they all tasted good.
When she thought about Bob, she blushed. "Bob must never know about this."
Bernie nodded. "Hey, baby, would I tell?"
"Mmmmm, I love sucking cock! I love it so much I might even let you cum in my mouth!"
"Forget it. I want your cunt, little girl. I want to fuck your cunt!" He snickered. "I'll give you a cookie if you let me fuck your cunt!"
Carrie groaned. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Baby, I'm having the best time I've had in years. You know how I feel about you."
"How do you feel?"
"Your body drives me wild! I dream about you when I make out with other women."
"Bullshit!" She swiped her tongue over his balls again. "But I like hearing it."
The wound up in the living room. Bernie sat down on the sofa and Carrie knelt on the floor and continued blowing his cock. Her jaws were becoming tired, but she couldn't seem to make herself stop.
"Let me suck you, too," he said. "Let's he down and do sixty-nine."
"Ummmmm, no," she said. "Don't make me stop. Jesus, I'm getting off on it!"
She came then, sliding her lips up and down his long cock. She cradled his balls against her chin as the tremors shook her. Her orgasm only served to make her hornier. It was an appetizer, but the main course was yet to come.
"I can't believe you came," Bernie said, tangling his fingers in her hair and guiding her lips on his prick. "I haven't even touched you yet."
She smiled up at him, his cock still stretching her mouth. She winked and giggled throatily and rekindled her sucking efforts.
This is living, she thought, taking his cock all the way into her throat. I can love Bob and enjoy him in bed and still make it with other men. Lots of different men.
She was relieved. She didn't want to fall in love with someone else. She loved Bob and her children and wanted to stay married. It wasn't Bob's traveling that made her cheat. It was her deep, inner yearning for a variety of cock.
Bernie wouldn't cum in her mouth. He insisted on fucking her. She came the moment he fucked her. The intensity of her orgasm soon had her gasping for breath. By the time his jism surged into her, she had cum a second time.
When she recovered her breath, she prepared to leave. Bernie lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
"You're not going anywhere until I eat you!" he said, throwing her down on the bed.
She cried out when he parted her legs and buried his face between her thighs. She purred like a kitten as he tongued her cunt. She shoved her pussy onto his face and reveled in the delights engulfing her.
He knew how to suck a cunt. He quickly found her clit and licked it tirelessly. In a matter of minutes he brought her off. She babbled as she came, but he never stopped licking her clit.
"Sweet Jesus, you're incredible!" she cried, closing her legs around his face.
"Jesus has nothing to do with it, honey. Let me just suck your little clit between my teeth. How does that feel?"
"Oh, God!" she moaned softly. "I'm cumming again!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Carrie knew it was a mistake soon after they arrived at the house. His name was Jake and he swaggered around the living room, leering at her as he examined the furniture.
"Nice place you got here." He grinned, picking up a silver-framed photograph of the children. "Cute kids."
"Thanks." Lord, what have I done? she thought. Aloud she said, "Shouldn't we just get started?"
He winked. "What's the hurry? Got a beer?"
She had no choice but to go to the kitchen for a beer. She'd met the lusty-looking, muscular biker barely a half-hour before in the parking lot of a nearby shopping mall.
She had never picked up a man in her life, but he had seemed nice enough then. Now that they were in the house, Carrie was somewhat frightened and apprehensive. Bringing him home had definitely been a mistake. But what could she do now?
She brought the beer back to the living room. He took it, tilting his head back and taking a big swig.
"When's the old man coming home?" he said.
"Early," she lied. "We don't have much time."
He stared at her, his eyes amused and skeptical.
"Yeah? I bet he won't be back till late." He took another swig of beer. "If he comes come at all!"
Carrie was frightened now. The man could be an ax murderer for all she knew. She tried to think of some way to get rid of him, but she knew he would see through any act. And besides, she was horny and he had a great body.
"Like I said," she told him, "maybe we ought to get started."
He looked her up and down defiantly. "You're not drinking?"
"No, I don't like beer."
He winked.
"But you like cock!" He pumped his pelvis vulgarly.
She reddened. "I brought you home with me. Doesn't that say enough?"
"Are you sorry now?" He drained the can and slowly crushed it with one hand.
Despite her apprehension, she still found him terribly sexy. "Why? Should I be?"
"You look like a good fuck!" he said, ignoring her question.
She averted her eyes. "I've been told I am."
"You want to do it in here?"
"No. Let's go upstairs where we can have more privacy."
"Don't tell me your kids are gonna walk in on Mommy and her new boyfriend."
"My children are at camp and you're not my boyfriend!" she snapped.
"Hey, hey, no sweat. Baby, I do like your spirit. I bet you give a mean blow-job!"
Carrie was fast losing patience, but she did want to get laid. "Really, now, must you talk like that?"
He moved toward her. Suddenly, he seemed menacing. "You want to get fucked dirty, but you don't want a guy to talk dirty, is that it?"
"I think maybe you ought to leave," she said coldly.
He shook his head. He grinned and took hold of both her arms. "I came here for pussy, foxy lady. Nice hot, juicy pussy. And I aim to get some!"
She tried pushing him away, but he held her tight. Her heart was pounding from a combination of fear and excitement.
"Okay, let's go upstairs and get it over with," she said.
"Get it over with?" He glowered. "What kind of shit-talk is that? "
"I didn't mean it that way."
His eyes narrowed. "I'll bet you didn't. I'll bet your pussy is as hot as a firecracker right now. Huh? I'll bet you haven't been fucked in days! What do you say?"
"When I had it last is none of your business."
He wrapped his big, bear-like arms around her. "My old lady gave me some last night, but when I saw those incredible tits and that mind-blowing ass of yours, my cock got hard as a rock!"
Carrie felt her cunt lubricate. "You sure have a way with words," she said wryly.
"Listen, lady, I may be a slob, but you picked me up. I didn't pick you up."
"So?"
He did a little bump and grind and grinned. "So, don't you want to see my hard cock?"
"You're incorrigible."
"I don't know what that means, but it better not be another put-down!"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?"
"A damn good fuck if you ever shut your mouth long enough!"
"Oh, you, you're--" He crushed her lips with his and pushed her against a wall where he ground his pelvis against her pussy.
When he broke the kiss, she momentarily fell back. He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the foot of the stairs. She wasn't aware of him opening his fly, but suddenly his cock was out and he was pushing her to her knees.
"Take it in your mouth!" he said. "Go on. Do it!"
Her mouth watered, but the aroma drifting up from his fly made her gag. "You smell like a goat! Take a shower and I'll suck it."
He snickered. "Forget it. I showered yesterday. Go on. Take it in your mouth."
"You haven't been near water in weeks." she said, eyeing his prick suspiciously.
He grabbed her by the hair. "Don't be so fucking finnicky! Get it in your mouth!"
She ignored the ache in her cunt as she sniffed his prick. "No! Not unless you wash!"
"Bitch! You better lick it."
"No." It had become a battle of wills. A battle Carrie was determined to win.
She tore out of his grasp and ran upstairs. He wasn't far behind her, and as she passed the bathroom she paused. "Go on. I'll bring you a fresh towel."
He grabbed her by the wrist and swung her around. "The only towel I need is the one to wipe up with after we fuck! Now get down like a good girl and suck my cock!"
A raw, sexual thrill shot through the horny housewife, but she was determined not to give in. He was a tough guy, but she wasn't going to let him get the best of her.
"No." she said.
He grabbed her arms and dragged her into the bedroom. "Okay, I'll tell you one more time. Suck my cock! Remember, I won't tell you again. The next step is I work you over."
He had her down on the bed, straddling her chest and pinning her down. He tilted his cock toward her mouth and thrust his hips forward. She knew she had no choice.
She closed her eyes and sucked his prick into her mouth. She tried not to breathe deeply. His crotch smelled awful. But as she licked and sucked his cock, she became very aroused. The smell became secondary. His cock was everything.
He began laughing. "You're getting all steamed up, aren't you, baby?"
Carrie buried her face in his cock-bush and inhaled his fragrance. Let him laugh, she thought. Fuck him, let him laugh.
She was aware that despite his crudeness, no man had ever turned her on more. Not Bob. Not Jim. Certainly not Bernie. Her pussy seeped hotly as she took his cock-head into her mouth. When a soft moan escaped her lips, she heard him snicker.
"Go for the gold, toots!" he smirked.
She ignored him. As she sucked and licked and nibbled his prick, she knew in her heart she was fulfilling a deep, vital hunger within her soul. It was only after she began sleeping with Jim that she became aware of her fuck-hunger. As she blissfully sucked, she aimed to make up for all the boring years as a faithful wife and mother.
Jake's cock filled her mouth. As she sucked and licked, the vile smell disappeared. She was cleaning him up at the same time she was satisfying her own urges. She brushed her hair out of her eyes impatiently. She wanted to take more and more of his prick into her throat.
"That's pretty good, babe," Jake said, his eyes glittering. "I knew you'd be a shit-kicking cock-sucker the minute I saw that ass of yours!"
Shut up! she thought. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe through her nose. She closed her eyes to shut Jake out. Then she opened them. His mocking eyes added to her pleasure.
She squeezed her thighs together as she became more aroused. It didn't matter that he was lying back passively and letting her suck him. She enjoyed making love to a man. She could become terribly aroused just sucking a cock.
She loved the taste and feel of Jake's prick in her mouth. She caressed his cock with her tongue and lips and teeth. She pictured his big prick plowing into her pussy, splitting her in two. The thought excited her so much she spit his cock out.
"Fuck me now!" she said, hovering over him. "You're hard enough and I need fucking!"
He grabbed hold of her hair and shoved his prick back into her mouth. "I'll say when we fuck!"
She shivered when the jism seeping from his cock-tip touched her tongue. "Oh God, I'm so ready!"
"Yeah, well I'm not." He chuckled nastily. "That's what you get for giving such a good blow-job."
sm.
"Damn you!" she hissed, sucking his cock hungrily.
Passive until now, the crude biker began moving his ass. He took hold of her ears as he fucked her mouth. She had no other choice, so she held her head perfectly still and relished the sensations surging through her.
She knew eventually he would put out the fire between her legs. Macho men took pride in their ability to bring a woman off. That kind of man might cum in a woman's mouth, but he would fuck her before he was through. She was confident of that.
Saliva dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as she sucked on his fuck-tool, but he didn't give her more cock than she could handle. At intervals, he shoved his prick all the way into her throat, but he quickly pulled his cock out again before she gagged.
She savored the jism leaking from his piss-slit. She even enjoyed the obscenities he muttered from time to time.
"Ahhhhh, you sweet, little cock-sucker," he murmured affectionately. "Sweet lips. Are your cunt-lips as sweet as your mouth?"
She ignored him, swirling her tongue around and around his cock-head and hefting his balls in her hands.
He yanked her up by the hair, bringing tears to her eyes from the pain.
"I asked you something, babe," he growled.
"I don't know," Carrie said, sucking his prick back into her mouth.
He grinned as he released her hair. "That's better, foxy lady. Yeah, I can tell the minute a chick sucks my prick the kind of fuck she's gonna be."
He began fucking her face again and she sucked with renewed vigor. She loved every minute, even when he became rough and abusive. She had never made love with a man like Jake before and his crudity turned her on like crazy.
Her pussy cried out for attention, but she knew better than to ask him to fuck her. He had already made it clear he wouldn't be rushed. He was the boss and in some perverse way, that turned her on.
Her jaws were getting tired, but she continued lapping her tongue all over his prick and taking his cock into her throat. She drooled around his fuck-meat and felt saliva drip down her chin to wet his balls.
He gripped the sides of her head and began ramming his cock more forcefully into her wide-stretched lips. She managed to take his cock all the way into her throat without gagging. She swallowed around his prick a few times, proud and excited when he groaned lustily.
"Man, what a mouth you've got!" he hissed. "What a cow-shit kicking mouth!"
His cum-filled balls smashed against her chin with every stroke. Her nose was running as she struggled to breathe. None of the discomfort mattered. What mattered was the fire between her legs and the jism dribbling onto her tongue.
Her moans vibrated over his prick. She sensed he was about to shoot off. His balls felt tight. She panicked.
"It'll cum up again, toots," he said, eyes wild as he pistoned his prick into her mouth. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you before we're through!"
When he came, he roared, and withdrew his cock from her sucking lips. He aimed his first glob of spunk at her cheek and the second at her lips.
She opened her mouth wide, begging for at least one glob of his thick, whitish spunk inside her mouth. With a wild snicker, he shoved his still-spurting cock down her throat and she happily drank down the rest of his cum-load.
He was brutal and animalistic, but Carrie loved it. He let her suck his cock until it shriveled in her mouth. Finally, he forced her to give up his cock. She did so with a pitiful moan.
"Jesus, what a fucking animal you are!" he said.
She was over him in a flash. "You can't leave me like this! You have to fuck me before you go!"
He smirked. "Get me another beer and let me catch my breath."
Carrie sprang from the bed.
"Whoa, there," he snickered. "When you come back I want your clothes off!"
Carrie was happy to oblige. She undressed as she ran down to the kitchen. When she returned, she was naked. And so was Jake.
She climbed onto the bed, handed him the beer and began masturbating. He grinned, gulped down half of the beer and squeezed one of her tits.
"You do this a lot?" he said. "Bring strange studs home?"
"No." She strained as she fingered her pussy. "This is the first time."
"I'll bet it won't be the last."
"It will be if you don't make it worth my while."
"I already did."
She masturbated in a frenzy.
"You bastard. I loved sucking your cock, I admit it. But now I want to get laid!" She glanced derisively at his limp prick. "That doesn't look like it's going anywhere!"
He cradled his prick and balls with one hand while he sipped his beer. "You just give my prick a few minutes, foxy lady. I'll give you a fuck that'll knock your socks off!"
He tugged on his prick as he finished the beer. In a matter of minutes his cock was hard again. He laughed as she stared at his fuck-tool. He lay back when she let out a whoop and climbed over him.
"Jesus Christ, put your cock in me!" she yelled, squatting over him.
He positioned his cock at the entrance to her gaping cunt and pushed in. "Jesus, look at your cunt eat it up!"
She sank down, forcing his entire prick into her pussy. Her hair and tits flew wildly as she bounced up and down. She felt like an animal and she knew she looked like one, too.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted.
He grabbed hold of her hips and rammed his fuck-meat into her. "Hey, babe, you've got it! Fuck it!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Bob was all packed and ready to leave on another road trip. Carrie stood at the stove frying bacon while Bob scanned some sales booklets and sipped his coffee.
"I sure hate to leave you for so long," he said.
"Two weeks will go by before I know it."
"Well, the kids aren't here to keep you busy.; I feel kind of guilty, hon."
"Don't, darling. I'll be just fine."
"If you run into anything you can't handle, be sure to call Jim. He knows I depend on him to keep an eye on you."
Carrie smiled to herself. "Jim and Patty are good friends, but I can take care of myself just fine."
"But if you need them, they're there for you."
"I know, honey. Here. Start on that. Your eggs will be ready in a minute."
"Easy over, huh?" He turned his attention to his paperwork.
"Whole wheat toast okay?"
"Yeah, fine."
The night before they had made love. It had been wonderful. That morning when Carrie opened her eyes, Bob climbed on top of her and kissed her.
"Morning, wife," he'd said.
"Mmmmmm, what a nice way to start the day."
"After last night I don't know where it's coming from, but my cock is hard again!"
"Yummy! I could use another fuck. I feel sort of like a squirrel, storing up for when you're gone."
"That's my girl. Squeeze it good. Pump it, too. Yeah, that's nice!"
"Do you ever get the urge to take another woman to bed when you're away?"
"Sure. Who wouldn't. I'm only human."
"Do you."
"What a question!"
"I guess you wouldn't tell me if you did."
"The less you ask, the better off you are."
"Why you bastard! You're cheating on me!" The idea excited her enormously.
"Hey, cut that out! You're gonna squeeze my cock off!"
"No fear of that. I'd miss it too much if it disappeared!"
Now as she finished frying the bacon and started on his eggs, Carrie thought about their conversation. She actually hoped Bob was cheating while he was on the road. Then she wouldn't have to feel so guilty when she ran wild.
She slipped the eggs onto a plate and put them in front of him. "Here. Get them while they're hot."
"Thanks, hon." He didn't look up, but merely sprinkled salt and pepper on his eggs and began eating.
"Don't work too hard," she said. "And be sure and eat right. No greasy hamburgers and pizza. Order a good meal every night and don't skip lunch."
"Sometimes you talk to me like you talk to the kids."
"Sometimes I feel you're one of my kids."
He looked up, his fork halfway to his mouth. "Me, too. I mean, sometimes I feel almost paternal about you."
"I guess that's what marriage is about."
"Yeah, I guess."
Carrie nibbled a piece of toast as Bob continued eating. When he was through, he gathered his papers and put them into his attache case.
"Remember," he said, kissing her before going out to his car. "If you need anything, call Jim. He's there when you need him."
Carrie felt her pussy moisten. "I know, darling. Don't worry about me. I'll be just fine."
She watched his car until it disappeared around the corner. Then she went back into the house and phoned Jim at his office.
"He's gone," she said.
"I'll be right over."
"Be careful. We don't want Patty seeing your car."
"She's downtown shopping. They were having some big sales and she wanted to be first in line."
"Jim?"
"What?"
"Bob made wonderful love to me last night and this morning."
"Would you rather I didn't come over?"
"No. I'm still horny. I can't wait until you get here."
"Don't start without me."
"I'd never do that."
"I'm gonna hang up now."
Suddenly, Carrie had an urge to tease him.
"Jim?" she whispered into the mouthpiece.
He groaned. 'What?"
"Bob ate me so good last night!"
"I have a feeling you're about to tell me all about it."
She giggled. Sometimes she told Jim what she and Bob did together. Sometimes she made him tell her about Patty and the things they did in '69 bed.
"He ate me so good!" she murmured sexily. Jim groaned. "Yeah, what was so good about it?"
"He took my clit between his teeth. Then he licked it. My clit got so hard and firm. He had me crazy!"
"Sounds okay. Can we hang up now?"
"Not yet. He sucked my clit a long time and made me cum and cum. Then his jaws got tired."
Silence.
"Yeah, what'd he do then?"
"He stopped sucking and just held my clit between his lips."
"Shit!"
"Darling?"
"What?" Jim groaned.
"I came so hard my body went rigid. Honestly, the way it does when you fuck me in the ass. I just went rigid!"
"Jesus, I can't take much more of this!"
"I shoved my cunt into his face and he kept on licking. It was wild! I creamed all over him! Lord, his face was sticky!"
"Listen, I'm hanging up."
"Wait!"
"Okay, what else?" She giggled. "I begged him for more."
"I'll bet he stuck his tongue into your asshole."
"How'd you know?"
"I've heard this song before."
"I'll bet your cock is hard as steel!"
"I didn't need this to get it hard."
"But I do."
"Jesus, what a kinky chick you've become!"
"I always was. I just didn't know it."
"We're wasting time."
Carrie squeezed her thighs together. "You're right. Get your ass over here!"
Carrie ran upstairs to change. She liked playing little games like the phone game. Sometimes, she masturbated while she told one man about another's lovemaking. It turned her on to describe getting fucked.
A half hour later, she stood next to the bed and watched Jim undress. He slowly took off his sports jacket, shirt and pants and kicked off his loafers. Then he moved around toward her and they embraced.
Carrie tilted her head up and slithered her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, biting it and hurting her.
"That's for driving me crazy on the phone with those damn games of yours," he said.
He flicked his tongue around her mouth as she pushed her tits against his chest. She whispered, "It turns you on. You know it does."
"It's crazy!" He ran his hands down her back and grabbed hold of her ass. "God, I love your ass!"
"I love yours, too. Take your shorts off."
"First, you." He took a step back and began unbuttoning her blouse.
She stood perfectly still while he undressed her. She let her blouse fall to the floor and waited while he reached back to unhook her bra.
"I'll bet you think you've got nice tits," he snickered.
"I know I do, silly."
"Yeah, you sure do, baby!"
When her tits were freed from the confines of her bra, he moved behind her. He cupped her tits from the rear and pressed his hard-on against her ass.
She leaned back against him. "Bob's going to be gone for two weeks. He told me to be sure and call you if I need anything!"
"Sometimes I feel like a shit."
"Yeah, I can tell by the way you're rubbing your cock against my ass just how awful you feel."
He nuzzled her neck as he dry-humped her. "Bitch!"
She turned in his arms and kissed him. 'How's Patty?"
"Don't you know?"
They french kissed hotly. "I think I'll call her later, after you're gone."
"Aw, shit, don't do that!"
"What are you doing?"
He pulled her down onto the bed and removed the rest of her clothes. "You've been a bad girl. You need punishing."
"Sweet, Jesus, do I ever!"
"Come here." He made her lie flat on her belly while he carefully inserted a finger into her asshole.
"Wow, Daddy!" She giggled, sucking her breath in. "Are you going to ass-fuck me today?"
"Do you deserve it?" He rammed his finger into her shitter.
"Jesus, that's nice! I wish you'd do my cunt, too."
"Get on your side."
While she positioned herself on her side with her knees drawn up, he stripped the rest of his clothes off. When he sat down again, he finger-fucked her asshole and her pussy simultaneously.
"Sweet Jesus, that's good!" she moaned. She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth. "I'll be good, Daddy, honest I will."
"You're crazy, woman," Jim said. "I'm not your father."
"It's just a fantasy. What harm is there?"
She continued rocking as he fucked her cunt and asshole. He finger-fucked her until she came. Cunt-juice dripped out over his hands.
When he sensed she'd had enough, he pulled his fingers out and stretched out on his back. She rested for a moment, then grinned lewdly as she crawled between his legs.
She took his half-hard prick into her hand and squeezed. She opened her mouth, taking as much cock as would easily fit inside. She fondled his balls and sucked his cock-head, M determined to turn his cock into steel.
She wrapped her long, snake-like tongue around his cock-shaft and around the flared rim of his cock-knob. She kissed and licked his balls before sliding her hips halfway down his swiftly thickening prick-shaft.
Suddenly, he sat up, pushed her down on her back and straddled her. He looked intent as he quickly fucked her. He slammed his cock into her cunt a few times and she thought he was going to cum quickly, but he didn't. He stopped thrusting, leaving his cock imbedded inside her pussy and french-kissed her again.
She wound her arms around his neck and returned his hot kisses. His chest flattened her big tits. She felt breathless and very hot.
He began thrusting into her cunt again and she gyrated her hips in an effort to force his cock more deeply inside her. His lips left hers only when he lowered his head and sucked one of her tits into his mouth.
"I feel your cock deep inside me," she murmured. Her excitement welled up. "Oh, God, fuck me!"
"Easy, honey, easy!" He lapped his tongue around and around her nipples. "This is just the beginning. For being a bad girl on the phone, I'm going to ass-fuck you today!"
"Mmmmmm, what a treat, lover!"
She writhed beneath him as he devoured her tits. He thrust his cock into her cunt quickly, then withdrew slowly. It was a lovely fuck, but she wanted to get on to the main course--the ass-fucking.
Then she began cumming. The pressure built suddenly and her orgasm burst over her and left her shaken.
"Cum inside me!" she begged. "Fill me with your cream!"
"Not like this."
He withdrew from her pussy and rolled her over onto her belly. She stuck her ass out and waited while he spread her ass-cheeks apart.
"That's what I want," he said, and the next thing she knew, the head of his cock was lodged in her shit-hole.
"Yes, fuck my ass!" she cried, clutching the sheets.
He leaned over her back and pushed in, grinding his hairy pelvis against her soft ass-cheeks. "Take it, baby!"
He rammed his cock as far as it would go into her asshole. She let out a moan and fell forward from the force of his thrust.
He fucked her ass with a vengeance, punishing her for teasing him on the phone. She loved it. She crouched on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and begged for more.
"Ass-fuck me, you bastard!" she cried, slamming her fists into the mattress.
"Swing it, baby!"
She shook her ass, wriggling it from side to side. He fucked his cock in and out of her stretched asshole. His balls slapped her pussy, adding to her enjoyment.
When she came, she panted loudly, filling the stillness of the room with her hoarse cries. Jim continued fucking his prick into her shitter as her climax surged through her.
"What a sweet asshole you've got!" he said, reaching around and squeezing her tits.
She rubbed her cunt in a frenzy. "I'm with you all the way, honey. When you cum, I'm with you."
She shoved two fingers into her pussy and churned them around. A moment later his cock exploded inside her asshole, and she came again.
When Jim was through shooting off, he pulled his cock out and stretched out on his back to rest. Carrie leaned over and sucked his shit-streaked cock into her mouth.
"Jesus!" he groaned. "You're getting wilder and wilder!"
"I don't know what I'll do when the kids come home from camp."
Jim lit a cigarette as she happily licked his cock and balls clean. He tousled her hair and inhaled deeply. "You'll think of something. I can't see you going back to being a faithful wife."
"Seriously, I think I'll call Patty later and invite her to lunch."
"I don't like the sound of your voice. Are you up to something?"
With a sexy giggle, Carrie began sucking his balls. "One thing I've never done is make it with another woman!"
Jim winced. "Forget it. Patty would never do it."
"Don't be too sure, lover. Did you think six months ago or even a month ago that I'd turn out to be such a sex-pot?" Carrie suddenly suctioned his cock all the way into her mouth.
"Jesus, woman, you're killing me!"
"Life is full of surprises, lover. Don't be so sure about Patty. Don't be so sure about anything any more!"
CHAPTER SIX
An hour after Jim left, Carrie phoned Patty and invited her to come to lunch the following day.
Carrie had decided that she definitely wanted to try lesbian lovemaking and that Patty was the woman she would seduce.
Patty was the perfect choice. They had been friends for years and enjoyed an intimacy few females shared. They also shared Jim. Patty didn't know that, but Carrie did and it would add an extra shot of excitement to the whole thing.
An hour before Patty was due to arrive, Carrie telephoned her.
"I just had to call you about a dream I had," Carrie said.
"Tell, tell!" Patty said.
Carrie knew that Patty was a passionate woman who loved nothing better than getting fucked. Now she proceeded to tell her friend about her fictional dream.
"I dreamed," Carrie said, "that a strange man came into my house and fucked me in the ass!"
"In the ass?" Patty giggled. "No shit! He just walked into your house and fucked you in the ass?"
"Yes! Isn't that wild?"
"Yeah! Was Bob away or was he home in the dream?"
"Away. The kids, too. Do you think maybe it was wishful thinking?"
"Who knows? What happened after he fucked you in the ass?"
"He left."
"Huh? He just ass-fucked you and walked out? You can't mean it!"
"Yeah, I mean it all right. I came real good, but I woke up horny. And with Bob away, I don't know what to do about it. Got any ideas?"
Silence. After a few moments Patty cleared her throat. "Sometimes, when Jim's not doing the job I use a vibrator."
"A vibrator? Sweet Jesus, when I jerk off I use a candle and my fingers!"
"The vibrator works real good. It does the job for me. Want me to bring mine when I come over? You can borrow it overnight and try it out."
"Hmmm, I'll think about it. Sounds sort of artificial to me."
"Let me know. I'm getting into the shower now."
Lady, Carrie thought, I'm fucking your husband. What do you think of that?
Aloud she said, "I'm not promising anything fancy for lunch. When I'm this horny all I can think about is my poor, wet little cunt."
Patty giggled.
"You're awful. Jerk off before I get there. Bye!" She slammed the phone down.
IB An hour later Patty arrived.
"I think Jim's got someone," she said as she breezed into the house.
Carrie's heart skipped a beat. Did the blonde suspect Carrie or was she simply confiding her suspicions to a friend?
As usual, the two friends exchanged a quick kiss. For the first time, Carrie noticed that Patty's lips were smooth as silk and felt very nice.
"Anything in particular happen to make you suspect something?" Carrie asked in what she hoped was a natural voice.
The two women sat down on the sofa and proceeded to sip the martinis that Carrie had prepared and chilled.
"Well, yes," Patty said, sipping her drink. "Mmmmm, that hits the spot. You know, we have a pretty good sex life. I mean, I'm not ashamed to tell you we fuck every day, usually."
"I know." Carrie sighed, feeling deliciously guilty. "And don't think I don't envy you. But when you have two kids like Bob and I, your sex life is bound to suffer."
"I know and that's why Jim and I have postponed having a family."
"What makes you think there's someone else?"
"Well, for one thing, we don't fuck as much."
Carrie's heart pounded. She felt strangely elated and powerful. She carefully measured her words, sipping her martini and letting the alcohol relax her before answering.
"Maybe Jim's just involved in his work."
"Bob's involved in his work and you two fuck all the time."
"When Bob's at home. If he didn't travel so much, we'd probably be bored with each other by now."
Patty refilled her glass from the martini pitcher on the coffee table. "Maybe it would be better if Jim traveled in his work."
"Well, he doesn't, so forget it."
Patty scowled. "If I ever find out who he's fucking, I'll tear her hair out!"
"Why blame the woman? Why not blame Jim?"
"It's the woman's fault. He's married. There are women who prey on married men. It's a big kick for them to fuck someone who's already taken."
"Did you when you were single? Fuck married men, I mean." Patty blushed.
"Once or twice. But I was very young." She smiled when she caught Carrie's expression. "Okay, I get what you're saying, but I'm married now and on the other side of the fence."
"Tell me, has Jim left any signs around?"
"Like lipstick or perfume? No. Nothing tangible like that. It's just a feeling I have. He seems so satisfied. Less horny. You can tell about those things when you live with a man."
"I guess you can. But don't be too quick to blame anyone. It might be your imagination. Or it might be that the woman is so sexy Jim couldn't resist her."
"No one's that sexy!"
Carried stifled a smile. "If you say so."
"If it's someone I know I'll kill him. Imagine being humiliated like that!"
"I can't! I certainly wouldn't like it if Bob fooled around with a friend of mine."
"Suddenly, my life is up for grabs!"
Patty's speech was slurring. Carrie put her hand on Patty's arm. "How about some nice chicken salad and sliced tomatoes? It's all ready."
"I'm not hungry. I'd rather have another martini, if you don't mind."
Carrie refilled both their glasses. "Two martinis is my limit. More than that and all I want is to get fucked."
Patty giggled drunkenly. "Me, too. And we'd be in a hell of a fix if we get in that state, unless you've got a stud hiding upstairs under your bed."
Patty was squeezing Carrie's hand, sitting closer and moving her lips so close to Carrie's they were almost touching.
Carrie was aware of the tightness in her chest and the quivering in her pussy. It had been her plan to seduce Patty and now it appeared that Patty was seducing her.
"What's the matter?" Patty said softly. "You look like you're about to be attacked."
"You're sitting so close."
Patty giggled. "Afraid I'm going to kiss you? I'm your best friend. What's the harm if I do? We kiss all the time. What's the big deal if it gets a little more passionate?"
Patty's mouth was so close to Carrie's that Carrie could feel her breath.
"What's going on here?" Carrie asked.
"You tell me, honey. I never thought about it before, but you're really a striking woman. I could make love to you! Honest! I love men, but right now when I'm feeling shitty about Jim I could see myself making love to you."
"Jesus!" Carrie hissed.
Patty took Carrie's face in her hands and kissed her. "Stop me before I do something we'll both regret."
Carrie recoiled, but it was too late. Patty's lips were pressing down on hers.
"No," Carrie whispered. "No, we can't do this!"
"Don't fight it," Patty said. "It's happening. We both want it. I know I do and I think you do, too."
"I don't know what I want," Carrie said.
"Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked!"
"You've seen me naked plenty of times."
"This is different. I plan on seeing you in a different light."
Carrie found herself undressing. Slightly dazed from the martinis, she stripped her clothes off and lay down on the sofa.
"You really are lovely," Patty said, staring down at her.
Carrie felt herself grow warm all over as Patty's eyes traveled over her naked body. When Patty moved closer and began stroking her, ripples of excitement coursed through Carrie's veins.
Patty was smiling as she sank to her knees and ran her hands over Carrie's tits and belly.
"You really are lovely," Patty said, her words running together.
"You're drunk!" Carrie giggled nervously.
"So what?" Patty stroked Carrie's tits, concentrating on her nipples.
"Oh, God!" Carrie whispered.
Carrie felt uncertain and frightened. It had been her plan to seduce Patty. Now that the tables were turned, she felt confused and helpless and terribly unsure of herself.
"You must feel funny with me sitting here like this with all my clothes on," Patty said, rising up. "I'll get naked, too, and then you'll feel better."
As usual, Patty wore no bra and Carrie felt her breath catch when she gazed at the blonde's big tits. A throbbing sensation surged through her crotch as she stared at Patty's nipples. The very same nipples that Jim sucked.
"Do you like them?" Patty smiled, pulling on her nipples. "Jim loves them. He says most men like pink nipples, but he prefers brownish ones like mine."
Carrie found herself speechless. She wanted to reach out and touch her friend's tits and yet she hung back, waiting for Patty to make the next move.
"You're very lovely," Carrie said softly. "Your body is really magnificent."
Patty sat down on the edge of the sofa and fondled Carrie's tits as they talked.
"Did you know that Jim has always had the hots for you?" Patty asked.
Carrie fought the urge to laugh. "Oh, Patty, we're all friends."
Carrie let out a cry when Patty climbed onto the sofa and straddled her. Patty began kissing Carrie's lips and her tits and running her kisses down to Carrie's belly.
"You're not going to believe this," Carrie said, giggling, "but when I invited you here, this was what I had in mind!"
"Don't you think I know that?" Patty said, rhythmically squeezing Carrie's tits. "I knew what you were doing when you were telling me about that so-called dream of yours where some stranger walks in and fucks you in the ass. You were trying to turn me on. I knew it right away. Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted? I've been dying to try this myself for ages! If I'd known you wanted it too, we could have gotten together sooner."
"Sweet Jesus, you're full of surprises!" Carrie trembled when Patty pressed her tits and cunt against Carrie's body.
Nipple caressed nipple. Cunt-bush fondled cunt-bush. Carrie moaned helplessly and wrapped her arms around Patty's neck, overcome with raw desire.
They moved together rhythmically. Long, shapely legs writhed and soft skin caressed. Carrie felt feverish and wet. Then she realized her pussy was leaking. She was terribly aroused.
"Put your legs around my back," Patty said, and Carrie quickly obeyed.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" Carrie asked.
"No, but I've seen it done in movies. Suck my tits. Here. Take this one in your mouth!"
Carrie didn't hesitate. She took Patty's tit into her mouth and sucked eagerly. She was amazed at how quickly she took to lesbian love.
"Suck harder!" Patty said. "Don't be afraid to use your teeth."
Carrie sucked harder. She fluttered her tongue nonstop and bit down on Patty's succulent tit-flesh until the younger woman moaned.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Patty cried, writhing with passion.
Patty reached down and shoved her finger into Carrie's slick cunt-hole. Carrie opened her legs to her female lover and gobbled up more of Patty's tit.
Both women were moaning and writhing crazily. Carrie raised one leg to expose her pussy to Patty's probing fingers.
"I've got two fingers in your cunt!" Patty said. "Can you feel them?"
"Yes!" Carrie sucked hungrily on Patty's tits. "Oh, God, I'm so damn turned-on! You're driving me crazy!"
They needed more room. They rose up from the sofa and ran upstairs to the master bedroom.
There, they stretched out on the bed. Patty began finger-fucking Carrie again and Carrie continued sucking the blonde's tits.
"Are we going to go all the way and suck each other off?" Carrie asked.
"What do you think?"
"I think we might as well. We've gone this far."
"I think so, too. Oooohhh, suck my other tit awhile! You're driving me crazy with that tongue of yours!"
"And your fingers are driving me crazy. You're hitting my clit when you do that!"
"I want to suck you now! Shall we do it together?"
Carrie was panting by now. "Sixty-nine?"
"Yes, but stick a couple of fingers in my cunt first!"
Carrie quickly fucked two fingers into Patty's cunt. The two friends finger-fucked each other a few minutes, panting and moaning with excitement.
"You kiss me down there first," Patty said.
"Okay, I'll go first," Carrie said, crawling between the blonde's thighs and pressing her mouth against Patty's hot, wet cunt-slit.
"Oh, God, I think I'm going to cum right now!" Patty sighed.
Carrie was amazed at how quickly she took to cunt-licking. She snaked her tongue over Patty's cunt and gently licked her cunt-folds. Patty writhed her ass from side to side, but Carrie's mouth remained fastened to Patty's pussy-meat.
Patty laced her fingers through Carrie's hair.
"If you stop now I'll kill you!" Patty giggled weakly. "This is going to sound crazy, but I love it!"
"This is going to sound crazier, but I love it, too!"
"Lick my clit, please. How does it taste?"
"Good. I like the smell too. Mmmmm, I can't get enough of it!"
"Jesus, you're going to make me cum!"
"My heart's pounding so hard. My pussy's creaming like you wouldn't believe!"
"Keep licking my clit like that. Oh, God, I love it!"
"If you turn around, you can eat me at the same time."
Then they were eating each other. Patty held Carrie's ass and peppered her cunt with kisses.
Carrie resumed licking Patty's clit while Patty flicked her tongue into every nook and cranny of Carrie's pussy.
Carrie felt as if her entire body were about to explode. Patty's tongue was smoother than a man's and smaller, but it did the job.
I'm going to tell Jim, Carrie thought with a rush of excitement. I'm going to tell Jim the next time we fuck. It'll drive him crazy to picture his wife and his mistress making it together.
"If Jim ever finds out about this, he'll divorce me," Patty moaned.
She's right, Carrie thought. I can't tell him. Aloud she said, "How could he possibly find out?"
"I can't talk now. I'm so close. So damn close! Oh, God, keep licking me like that and I'll cum! My first orgasm with another woman."
"I have a feeling it won't be your last."
"I'm cuminggggg!"
Carrie fastened her lips to her friend's clit and licked relentlessly. I'm making my best friend cum, she thought. How my life has changed!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carrie had stopped for a red light. The boy had just parked his van and was lifting a carton of liquor out of the rear. He was tall and slim, with the look of an athlete. When he saw her gazing at him, he grinned.
"Hi!" he said, hefting the heavy carton onto his shoulder.
"Better be careful," she called out. "You could hurt yourself that way."
He stood on the curb, balancing the carton on his shoulder and staring at her cleavage. "You better be careful. Any woman who looks as good as you do could get into trouble!"
"You're certainly fresh." The light had changed, but she didn't move.
"I've gotta get going." He looked reluctant.
"Where do you work?"
"Grant's, at the end of the next turn-off."
She gunned the motor. "Maybe I'll see you there. What time do you get off?"
He shifted the carton to his other shoulder and shielded his eyes from the sun. "Three."
"That's only twenty minutes from now. Maybe I'll see you."
His eyes flickered over her tits. He gazed with longing at her cleavage. He licked his lips. "Yeah, maybe."
She drove off, long dark hair blowing in the wind. He was young. But he was aggressive. The way he was looking at her made her pussy wet.
She arrived at the liquor store and parked her car. Did she dare to bring him home with her? She knew the question had no meaning. She was going to fuck him. That decision was made the moment she laid eyes on him.
What a stud! she thought, dabbing Up gloss on her mouth and brushing her hair.
In the store, she took a cart and walked up and down the aisles. She picked up a carton of imported beer and some white wine.
When she saw the teenager's van pull up, she began haphazardly tossing items into her cart. Potato chips. Corn chips. Things she didn't need or want. She just had to keep busy.
She wound up at the back of the store. It wasn't until she moved toward the check-out counter that she saw him. He was talking to the checker when she pushed her cart through the narrow aisle and started emptying her purchases onto the counter.
"Well, hello!" she smiled.
"Hi." His grin was wicked.
Now she could see that his name was etched into his jacket. Ricky. The name suited him. He looked like the Ail-American boy. The golden boy with muscles and all the girls in the neighborhood crazy about him. Ricky.
"Would you like this delivered, ma'am?" the checker asked politely.
Ricky smirked. "I just made my delivery, but I'll bring your order if you want, ma'am."
Carrie was amused. They were treating her so respectfully. Well, she'd put a stop to that when she got Ricky into bed. She'd have him moaning. She'd...
Ricky interrupted her reverie. "I said, I'd be glad to deliver your order."
Carrie blinked. "Yes, that'd be fine. I'd appreciate that. Here's my check. It has my address on it, but you can follow me if you like. I happen to be on my way home." She glanced at Ricky meaningfully.
She gazed back at him through the rear-view mirror as she drove home. He stayed behind her, but at one point he missed a light. When she pulled up to the house, his van was nowhere in sight.
She spent the few minutes before he arrived dabbing perfume over her tits and between her legs. On an impulse, she sprayed some over the pillows and on the bedspread.
By the time she returned downstairs, the doorbell rang. Ricky was standing in the doorway with a bulging carton slung over one shoulder. He was grinning.
She motioned to him to come in. He placed the carton on the counter, smirking almost insolently.
"Well?" she said, stepping toward him, then pausing.
"Yeah, well," he replied.
"I guess you must think I'm very forward."
"I like forward women."
"How many have you known?"
"I've known plenty of women like you. They're my favorite kind."
"How nice." She clutched the back of a chair as he moved toward her.
He hesitated. "Man, I'm sure dying to fuck you!"
"You're a fresh kid, you know that?" He grinned cockily. "Isn't that why you like me?"
"Yes." Her eyes swept his body--his firm, young body with the delicious-looking mass between his legs.
He took a step toward her and glanced down at his crotch. "You look like you're gonna eat me up."
She tossed her head back and chuckled. "Maybe I will. Do you like being eaten?"
"Sure! Who doesn't?"
She stared into his eyes. A flicker of uncertainty clouded his face.
"What's the matter?" she asked gently.
"I'm not really as cocky as I try to appear."
She let out her breath. "I'm not either."
He snickered. "To tell you the truth, I'm nervous as hell!"
"To tell you the truth, so am I."
He grinned adorably. "I like you. You're nice."
"Let's not like each other too much or we'll ruin everything."
He flushed as he glanced down at the bulge between his legs. "No way!"
"You can cut the electricity between us with a knife," she said softly.
"Yeah!" His lower Up quivered. "To tell you the truth, my balls are aching."
"So's my pussy, to tell you the truth!"
He chuckled. "What's your name?"
"Carrie."
"Carrie. I like that name."
"I like Ricky, too. It suits you."
"Yeah, the All-American boy, huh?"
"Just my type," she said, moving closer and taking his hand.
"Wow!" he whispered when she planted a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"Know what I'd like now?" she whispered, kissing him again. "What?"
"A mouthful of cock!"
He reddened and grinned, his eyes glittering. "You want to blow me?"
"Yes. I want to suck your cock and lick your balls! Would you like that?"
"You bet!"
"I knew you would."
"Are you gonna do it here?"
She rubbed his crotch. His cock throbbed against her hand. "Sure, why not?"
"Can I sit down?"
"Uh-huh," she said, still rubbing the hardness in his crotch. "Kiss me."
Their lips met. She caressed his cock-bulge as they exchanged tongues and saliva. As his excitement mounted, he began touching her all over. His hands shook as he stroked her tits and ass.
Her lips still attached to his, she managed to unzip his fly. He groaned when she pushed his jeans and shorts down. She let out a sigh when she took his cock in her hand.
"Wow, what a mouthful this is going to be!" she said.
He sank down onto a chair and she crouched before him. His cock tilted up. The sight of his prick made her pussy throb and her breath catch in her throat.
He's just a kid, she told herself. Take it easy. Don't scare him off.
"I know you've had plenty of girls blow you, but the fact that I'm a little older may make you nervous."
He licked his lips. "Yes, ma'am."
"So I want you to let me know if you feel you're doing to cum. You see, I have no objection to your dimming in my mouth, but I do want to get fucking. So I'd rather suck you off later, if there's time."
His face was crimson. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say."
The tip of his cock was bright pink. She licked the drop of jism leaking from his pisser and smiled up at him. "That's just for starters."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"My name is Carrie, remember? Listen, let's get comfortable. Let's get on a bed."
She held his hand as they walked. Upstairs, she made him stretch out on the bed while she knelt between his legs and brought her mouth down to his. She frenched him a few times, then began undressing.
She was delighted at the look in his eyes as he watched her strip. When she was naked, she held her tits and wantonly caressed them.
"You can suck them later," she said.
"Man, will I ever!"
She lowered her face to his crotch and began by circling his cock-head with the tip of her tongue. His breathing became more rapid and he trembled. She nibbled his balls and his cock-shaft and chewed lightly on his cock-head.
On an impulse, she shoved her hands under his ass and forced a finger deep inside his shit-hole. He went rigid and let out a groan. He grabbed her by the waist and threw her over onto her back.
He began kissing her tits, sucking her nipples so hard it hurt. She loved it. After a while when she pushed him down and began blowing his cock again, he didn't object.
She finger-fucked his shitter while she slid her lips halfway down his fuck-pole.
"I loved the way you sucked my tits!" she said, pumping his prick while she nursed on his cock-tip.
"Yeah, well, you're doing okay, too!" She filled her mouth with his prick, then slowly let it out. "Just okay?"
"Great! Can I kiss your pussy now?"
"You certainly can."
In a moment, he was pushing his face into her cunt. She wriggled her ass to encourage him and continued sucking his delicious, teenaged cock.
She relished the feel of his tongue on her cunt. She loved the way he was fingering her cunt-hole and licking her clit. But she got her best kicks sucking cock and fucking and he seemed to sense it.
"Should I stop?" he said, "No! Stick your tongue into my cunt-hole!"
"I'll try."
His efforts paid off. He thrust his tongue so far up her cunt, she shrieked. "Sweet Jesus, how'd you do that?"
He churned his tongue around her cunt-walls and slurped up her juices. At the same time, he squeezed and pinched her ass. He seemed to be working up the courage to finger-fuck her asshole.
He finally fucked her asshole with his fingers. She trembled when he forced his tongue even more deeply into her cunt. He had two fingers in her shitter and now dual fucking was driving her crazy.
He went rigid and she knew he was about to cum and he did. With a deep grunt, he began shooting his thick fuck-lava into her mouth.
By the time he was through cumming, her cunt was screaming for release. She wanted to get fucked and his cock was shriveling before her eyes.
Kids! she thought. They look gorgeous, but they don't know how to treat a real woman.
She tried getting his cock hard again by sucking and licking it. He groaned and half-heartedly licked her clit, but it was clear he wanted to rest.
She was determined to get fucked. She turned around and began a systematic tour of his body. Using her lips and tongue and hands, she began with his face and worked her way down to his toes. Somewhere along the way his cock stirred. She breathed easy. She would get fucked after all.
"That's a sweet boy," she said, lapping her tongue around his nipples and stroking his cock.
"Jesus, I'm sorry, Carrie!"
"That's okay, honey. But this time you better fuck me. this time, if you cum before we get a chance to fuck I'll kill you, I swear!"
He grinned. "I promise."
She took him into her arms and kissed him.
"Hold me," she whispered. "Touch me all over. Yes, like that. Hold my ass. There, yes! Feel my tits poking into your chest? There are so many things I can teach you, but you must do what I say. Your cock is getting hard again. But not hard enough. I want to wait until it's a little harder. And then I want you to rip into me. Do you understand? I want you to shove your cock into my pussy and bring me off!"
"I will, honest!"
She frowned as she squeezed his prick. "I think you're ready."
"Yeah, I'm ready!"
"Get on top of me. Fuck me."
He rolled on top of her, nervous and awkward, but wildly appealing. His cock was poised at the entrance to her cunt. His blunt-tipped cock-head touched her puffy cunt-folds.
He stayed like that for a moment, suspended over her. "I'm gonna put it in now!"
She wound her arms around his neck. "Ram it into me hard!"
He slammed into her, impaling her on his teenaged cock. He grabbed her hips roughly and stabbed his prick into her hot, wet cunt-hole.
"Jesus Christ, what a fuck!" he yelled.
"Slow down! You're going too fast!"
She tried slowing him down, but it was no use. He was like a wild bull. There was no stopping him.
It didn't matter. She was in heaven. She humped her ass off the bed and met him stroke for stroke. She rubbed her clit in a frenzy as he fucked her. She knew the double stimulation would do the trick.
The teenager's eyes were glazed. Perspiration dripped down his face and neck. The muscles in his arms stood out tautly. He was doing his best to make her cum.
"Jesus, your cunt's so tight!" he-blurted out.
"You're doing just fine, honey," she said, her orgasm closing in on her.
He winced. "I'm gonna cum soon! I can't hold back much longer!"
Carrie screamed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. The intensity of her response caused her to black out. When she recovered her senses, Ricky was roaring and filling her cunt with thick, hot jism.
"Jesus Christ!" he thundered. "You're still hard!" she hissed, her long legs wrapped around his back. "Keep fucking me!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carrie loved the intrigue that permeated her life. It was thrilling to fuck Jim in the evening and Patty the following morning. Neither of them knew about the other, but the excitement made Carrie's sex life utterly fulfilling.
One morning, when the temperature was eighty-five degrees by ten o'clock, Carrie slipped into a pair of short-shorts and a tight tee-shirt and walked over to Patty's house.
She knocked on the front door and when there was no answer, she called out. "Anybody in there?"
Silence. Patty's car was in the driveway and Carrie was certain she was at home. Maybe she was in the shower. Or maybe she was already in the back yard sunning herself.
Carrie walked around to the back of the house. At first, she didn't see Patty. The blonde was stretched out on a glider, bikini straps loose and eyes closed.
She looked so sexy and adorable that Carrie hated to disturb her. Her pussy throbbed. Seeing her friend like that made Carrie horny.
Carrie slipped out of her thongs and tiptoed across the patio. As she leaned over Patty, she realized the blonde was fast asleep.
Carrie sat down on the nearby glider and stretched out. She picked up a jar of sun-screen and smeared some on her legs and arms.
She was sorry she hadn't worn a bikini. Fortunately, she was wearing a bra. She decided that swim suit tops didn't hide much more than her bra. She lifted her tee-shirt over her head and threw it down on the concrete.
She smeared sun-screen over her chest and down into her cleavage. She glanced at Patty. Patty was still sleeping, with her fair skin in no danger of getting burned by the strong, morning sun.
Carrie poured some lotion into the palm of her hand and spread it over Patty's chest. Patty smiled in her sleep and heaved a sigh. Carrie hesitated. Her friend looked so delectable lying there. So innocently sexy.
The lotion was melting on Patty's warm flesh and Carrie smeared some inside her deep cleavage and over her thighs. When she touched the soft, warm insides of Patty's thighs, the blonde stirred and smiled in her sleep again.
Still, she didn't wake up. Carrie grew bolder. She pushed Patty's thighs farther apart and smeared some lotion inside her bikini crotch.
Mustn't let your little, furry friend get burned, Carrie thought with a giggle.
As an afterthought, Carrie pulled Patty's bikini bottom down until it barely covered her cunt-bush. She poured more lotion onto her hand and smeared it over the blonde's midriff, belly and hips.
The houses on either side of Patty's were empty. The women who lived there worked and had no children. There wasn't a living soul around to disturb them and Carrie planned to m take advantage of that fact. She wanted to make love to Patty here, in the back yard, under the hot sun.
On an impulse, Carrie slipped out of her shorts and sat down next to Patty wearing only her bra and panties. She smeared the lotion between her own thighs and let some of it dribble into her cunt-slit. It felt good.
Patty stirred in her sleep and rolled onto her belly. In that position, her ass-cheeks were half-exposed and Carrie diligently smeared lotion onto her adorable ass.
Patty's ass looked so inviting Carrie couldn't resist pushing her bikini bottom all the way down and burying her face against the blonde's ass-split. Patty barely stirred when Carrie slowly lapped her tongue up and down her ass-crack and over her ass-cheeks.
When Carrie tickled Patty's shitter with her tongue, the blonde sighed loudly and wriggled her ass. Carrie found herself exploring her friend's cunt, fingering her pussy and shitter. Patty purred softly, but remained asleep.
Carrie was getting very excited. She straddled Patty's hips and rubbed her cunt against Patty's ass-cheeks.
Carrie's juices stirred. Her panties were soaked. She glanced around, decided no one would see her, and removed her panties. Naked, she ground her pussy against Patty's ass.
She leaned over and kissed the back of Patty's neck. Her gaping pussy drenched Patty's ass-- her wet, gaping, hungry pussy.
Why doesn't she wake up? Carrie thought. Maybe she is awake and wants to see what I'll do next.
"Are you awake?" Carrie said.
There was only the steady rhythm of Patty's breathing.
Carrie kept rubbing her cunt against Patty's ass. The sun beat down. Carrie's long hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Her hair was damp with perspiration, clinging to her wet body.
Her heart skipped a beat when Patty moaned and slowly turned over.
"Hi," Patty smiled, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling.
"How long have you been awake?"
Patty blinked. "Not long."
Carrie blushed. "I took my panties off. I hope no one can see us."
"Why do you still have your bra on?" Carrie bent down and kissed Patty's sleep-puffy, moist lips. "I'll take it off in a minute."
"Why did you stop rubbing against me?"
"You were awake, weren't you?"
"Only a little while."
Carrie straddled Patty's chest. Patty's mouth was inches from Carrie's cunt. "Want to lick it?" Carrie asked. "Of course!"
The blonde scooted down and slammed her tongue into Carrie's pussy. She licked up and down Carrie's slick cunt-petals and zeroed in on her clit.
"I got so hot just watching you before," Carrie said.
"I was having a wet dream. I dreamed you were licking my cunt."
"And now you're licking mine."
"Yes, and you taste delicious!"
She grabbed Carrie's ass and squeezed it. Patty found Carrie's asshole and teased it with a fingertip. Carrie moaned and held her cunt-lips apart so Patty could more easily suck her clit.
"Put your finger in my asshole," Carrie said.
"I will in a minute. God, your clit's so hard! It's like a little marble."
"Keep licking it. You're driving me crazy!"
"Are you going to cum soon?"
"Yes!"
Patty thrust a finger all the way up Carrie's asshole. "Cum, baby, cum. Cum in Patty's mouth! Fill my mouth with your sweet juices!"
"Oh, God, it's so good!"
"I'm drinking down your pussy-cream!"
"Is it good?"
"Delicious. So thick and creamy! I'd like to bottle it!"
"Keep fingering my asshole. Oh, God, that's good. Yes! I love the way you're churning your finger around my asshole. Keep sucking my clit! God, don't stop!"
"I'll never stop!" Patty's voice was muffled, but strong. "I'm going to eat you up, darling. I love having my finger all the way up your asshole. I love feeling your shit way up there! Yes, I can feel it! My finger's so high up!"
"How you're sucking me! What a sucking you're giving me!"
Carrie shuddered and cried out when she came. Patty continued sucking her clit until Carrie rolled over and stretched out on the glider.
Only then did Patty remove her bikini bottom and straddle Carrie's face. Carrie held Patty's ass and fastened her lips to Patty's cunt.
"You taste so good!" Carrie said, flicking her tongue up and down Patty's cunt.
"Finger-fuck my asshole!" Patty moaned, grinding her pussy against Carrie's mouth.
Carrie liked being flat on her back with Patty on top of her. She liked the feeling of being overpowered by her friend. She wet her fingers with Patty's juices and thrust one into the blonde's asshole.
"Wonderful!" Patty sighed, throwing her head back and rubbing her cunt against Carrie's mouth.
"Yummy! I love it!"
"Lick it good." Patty rubbed her fat, open-lipped cunt against Carrie's mouth. "Lick it good, like I did you!"
"I am. Mmmmm, I love it!"
"I know you do. You're a natural-born cunt-licker!"
"So are you."
"We both are."
"God, I could cum just from the taste of you!"
"Keep sticking your finger in my ass. Shit, I wish you could ass-fuck me!"
"A dildo!"
"What?" Patty wriggled her ass wildly.
"I said if I had a dildo I could fuck you in the ass properly."
Patty laughed out loud. "I don't want it properly. I want it down and dirty!"
Carrie's pussy was vibrating. Even as she licked Patty's cunt and finger-fucked Patty's asshole, her own pussy throbbed and creamed.
Carrie wondered what Jim would say if he could see his two women now.
"Cum in my mouth," she said as Patty began creaming heavily.
"I am!" Patty hissed. "God, am I ever!"
After Patty was through cumming, both women stretched out together on one glider and dozed off, arms and legs entwined.
Carrie was the first one to hear the car drive up. She knew she ought to alert Patty, but for some reason she said nothing.
It was Ricky, delivering a carton of beer and wine. When he saw the two naked women, he smirked and put the carton down on the stairs.
"I didn't know you two were friends," he said as he moved across the grass.
Carrie grabbed for a towel, but Patty stopped her. "Don't bother. Ricky and I are old friends."
Carrie gazed at Patty, then at Ricky. "Are you fucking him, too?"
Patty nodded, her legs open wide and her pussy exposed to the teenager's eyes. "I figured you'd tumble to him one of these days, honey."
The boy grinned. "This is my last stop on this run. I can stay a while if you want."
Carrie was caught off-guard. She looked at Patty. "What do you think? Should we share?"
Patty giggled, waving one leg in the air and playing with her tits. "Sure. Ricky's got enough cock for both of us, don't you, stud?"
Ricky sat down on the empty glider and nodded thoughtfully. "We're not gonna do it out here, are we?"
"Why?" Patty teased. "Scared?"
"Hell, yes! Someone'll see us and maybe tell my boss."
"Or your mommy?" Patty giggled. "Someone might tell the little boy's mommy!"
Ricky blushed. "Aw shit!"
Carrie groaned as she covered her tits with the towel. Patty seemed unconcerned about being seen. The blonde openly toyed with her tits and let the sun beat down on her open cunt-slit.
"How do you like our outfits?" Patty said to the teenager.
He snickered. "You're not wearing anything."
"Just hot sun-screen, sweat and cunt-juice!" Patty said. "You wouldn't believe how this girl made me cum!"
Carrie blushed. "Oh, Patty, don't."
"Bullshit!" Patty said. She turned to Ricky. "We just sucked each other off. We really don't need you."
Ricky moistened his lips nervously. He glanced down at the inviting bulge between his legs. He touched his bulge and smirked.
"You don't need my prick?"
"Oh, yes we do!" Carrie giggled, reaching for him.
Patty got to him first. She rose up and sat down next to him on the glider. She threw her arms around him and hugged him. She took his hand and moved it between her legs.
"Rub it!" Patty moaned, clinging to him and peppering his face with kisses. "Rub my cunt! It's so hot! You should have been here when Carrie sucked my pussy!"
Ricky squeezed her hairy cunt-mound and returned her kisses. "Do it for me now. Suck each other off!"
"But you're here now, darling," Patty said, writhing her ass and stroking him. "Your nice, big cock is so inviting. We both want it, don't we, Carrie?"
Carrie nodded. She began masturbating. What a picture they all made! she thought. Patty all over the boy. Ricky's fingers busy in Patty's cunt. They made a wild and crazy picture.
"You're wilder than I am," Carrie said to Patty.
"Is that a fact?" Patty giggled, extending her tongue and thrusting it in and out of the teenager's open mouth.
"Jesus, your cunt is wet!" he said.
"I'll bet you'd love to fuck me right now!" Patty said.
The boy groaned. "I sure would!"
"Fuck me now," Patty said almost casually. "Get on top of me and stick it in."
She lay back and pulled the boy on top of her. Carrie watched as Patty tugged Ricky's zipper down.
"I'll do it," Ricky said when the zipper stuck.
"Good Lord, how long does a girl have to wait to get fucked?" Patty said.
Together, Patty and Ricky finally managed to bring his cock out.
"Is this what you want?" Ricky grinned, tilting his cock back and touching his cock-head to her cunt-hole.
Patty moaned and glanced at Carrie. "Keep jerking off, honey. I'll tell you how good it feels once his cock's in!"
"I know how good it feels," Carrie said. "I think I'll come over there and lick his shitter while he fucks you."
"Sounds good to me!" Ricky said.
"Do it!" Patty said as the boy's cock fucked her.
While Ricky's cock plunged in and out of Patty's hairy fuck-hole, Carrie knelt behind him and pried his ass-cheeks open. She eagerly licked his brownish shit-ring and squeezed his ass. At intervals, she looked down and watched his cock fill the blonde's cunt.
"Keep fucking me!" Patty yelled.
"Not so loud," Ricky said.
"Keep fucking me!" Patty yelled louder.
"You're crazy!" Carrie giggled, licking away at Ricky's shit-hole.
"Lick my balls!" Ricky said.
Carrie continued stroking and squeezing his ass, but now she began licking and sucking his balls. "Mmmmmm, tasty balls!"
"I'm cumming!" Patty cried, tossing her ass in the air.
"Me, too!" Ricky hissed.
"Oh, God, me too!" Carrie said.
Afterward, the threesome went into the house. Patty brought out a cold six-pack and they climbed into bed. When they had rested awhile, Carrie climbed over Patty's chest and squatted down until Patty started licking her cunt-slit.
Ricky gawked at the wanton sight. He crouched between Patty's legs and began licking her cunt.
"That's the way, baby," Patty said, swishing her tongue back and forth over Carrie's lust-swollen clit.
"Sweet Jesus, keep licking!" Carrie howled.
CHAPTER NINE
Carrie was standing at the sink when she felt Bob step up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. His hands covered her tits as he nuzzled her neck.
"Leave this for tomorrow, hon, and let's go upstairs and fuck!" he said.
Carrie turned her head and returned his kisses. His lips felt warm and moist and insistent. She wanted to fuck him badly.
The children were home from camp and back in school. At the moment, they were both in their rooms, but not yet in bed.
"Let's wait until the kids are sleeping," she said.
"Mother hen," Bob said with a chuckle. "I guess I understand. They've been away so long you want to play the perfect mother."
"I try to be the perfect mother, not play it."
"I know, honey. I was just teasing you."
"God, I missed them!"
"You seemed preoccupied all summer. I was getting the impression you liked your freedom." Bob paused while he kissed her ear. "From all three of us."
"Nonsense. I love my family."
"I know you do. But you seemed so withdrawn."
"Shut up and kiss me!"
She drank down his essence. She sucked on his tongue and swallowed his saliva. What Bob said was true. She had enjoyed her freedom. But she loved having the children at home. And it was wonderful being a family again, even for a short time. Bob was leaving for the road again in the morning.
Bob grabbed hold of her ass. "I don't know what I miss most when I'm away. Your ass or your cunt!"
"I was sort of hoping you missed both."
"Or your tits. Maybe I miss your tits most of all."
"Darling, you're making me so hot!"
"Let's go upstairs."
"The kids are still up. I can hear them."
"So what? They know we sleep together. You never used to be so cautious."
"Let's wait just a little while. They'll turn their lights off and fall asleep quickly. They played so hard today."
Bob chuckled. "Chip's getting tall."
Carrie smiled. "And Marylou's older looking that she was when she left for camp. Our babies are growing up."
"Want to start another one, honey?"
"I don't think so. Two is enough."
"Yeah, I guess so. Jesus, for a broad with two kids you sure are stacked."
"Stop that! You can't do that with the kids upstairs."
"Why not? We've both got too damn many clothes on!" He pawed her tits and pushed her hair away from her face. He held her by the ass and drew her against him.
"Okay, I can't fight you any more," Carrie said. "I don't know why I heat up so fast, but I do."
"Thank God you do or I'd have to find myself a tootsie."
"Why do that, darling? I'm always ready for you."
"Shit, I hate to leave you again. Those damn road trips are getting to me!"
"Me, too. I'd love it if you never had to travel."
"One of these days I'll get a job here in town. Do you think you could stand having me around all the time?"
"I know I could," Carrie said, and she meant it.
She enjoyed the extramarital sex, but she was terrified that Bob might find out about some of her capers. Even the good sex didn't make up for the fear that gnawed at her almost continually. Cheating was definitely becoming a turn-off.
She didn't know if she could ever again be completely faithful to Bob, but she wanted to try. In any event, she loved him and would do nothing to put her marriage in jeopardy.
Now she felt Bob fumbling with the zipper at the back of her dress.
"Honey, we were going to wait," she said.
"You were going to wait," he said, yanking the zipper all the way down and drawing the dress down her arms.
She let him pull the dress down. She took a step forward, away from the windows. She took a deep breath and held her arm over her chest. If Bob knew about all the men who had sucked her tits, he'd kill her.
Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room. "Upstairs, wife!"
In their bedroom, he quickly stripped. She removed the rest of her clothes. It was after eight. The children's lights were out. They were sleeping. Now she and Bob could safely make love without fear of being disturbed.
"I saw Jim today," Bob said suddenly.
"That's not unusual." Carrie slipped a sexy nightgown over her head.
"Is something going on with him and Patty?"
"Not that I know of. They seem to be doing fine."
"I don't know. He acted kind of cold."
"It must be your imagination." Carrie climbed under the covers, her tits bulging over the top of her nightgown.
Bob grinned when he saw her cleavage. "Man, what a pair of tits you have!"
"Come and get them. They're just dying to be sucked!"
"Fuck the pajamas! Here I come!"
He made a dive for the bed. He landed on top of her, threw the covers back and buried his face against her tits.
"What are you doing?" Carrie giggled. "You'll tear my nightgown."
"Fuck your nightgown!" He pushed the nightgown down to her waist and sucked one of her tits into his mouth.
"Mmmmm, honey, that's nice sucking. Oh, God, you are horny, aren't you?"
"So're you. Jesus, your cunt's wet!"
"Stop that, you bad boy!"
"Never." His voice was muffled against her tits.
"What a thing to do!"
"What a wet cunt you've got!"
"Get on top of me. Quick!"
"Get that damp nightgown off!"
"Help me!"
"Do you want it in the asshole?"
"Put it in my cunt first!"
"Here it is. Jesus, you're tight for an old broad!"
"Give me all of it. Don't hold back an inch."
"You've got it all, bitch. You've got everything but my balls!"
"I wish you could fuck your balls into me, too."
"Shit, you're an animal!"
"Suck my tits. You know I like to have my tits sucked when we fuck."
"Drape your legs over my shoulders."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. That really opens you up!"
"Sweet Jesus, you're banging me hard!"
"Isn't that the way you like it?"
"I love it that way! God, keep poking into me! Mmmmmm, I love the way your cock is rubbing my clit!"
"Get it good and hard, honey. Make yourself cum."
"You're making me cum!" she gasped. "God, the way you fuck me!"
"Now I'll put my cock in your ass."
"Yes! Yes! Put it in my ass!"
When his cock was poised at the entrance to her shitter, she stopped wriggling and waited. In a moment, his cock-head was wedged inside her widely stretched asshole and she let out a sigh.
"Give me the rest of it, honey!"
"Here it is!"
When his entire prick was inside her shit-chute, he began thrusting. Carrie's legs hung over his shoulders and her ass tilted off the mattress. He rammed into her asshole nonstop until she came and only then did he blast off and fill her bowels with his thick jism.
"I hope everything's okay with the Johnsons," Bob said when they had regained their breath.
"They'll be fine," Carrie said sleepily as she snuggled against Bob's back.
"Honey?"
"What?" Carrie yawned. "Do you jerk off a lot when I'm on the road?"
"Almost constantly."
Bob turned around to face her.
"Slut!" he snickered, taking her into his arms.
If he only knew, Carrie thought as she drifted off to sleep.
* * *
"C'mon, get your clothes off!" Jake said impatiently. "Let's get the show on the road. I don't have all day!"
Carrie took a step away from the husky biker. He had appeared one day, knocking on the door while she was having her morning coffee. Fortunately, Bob was on the road and the children were in school.
Now she felt herself shrink back against the refrigerator. "What made you drop in today?"
Jake's eyes flickered over her tits, "I got horny and I thought of you. You're the best fuck I've had in a long time! What are you waiting for? I told you I don't have all day."
As he spoke, Jake opened his fly and hauled his cock out. Carrie felt her heartbeat quicken. She moaned as he approached her, his cock bobbing with every step.
"You can suck me off if you don't wanna fuck," he said.
"No, I don't want to do that."
He placed his big hands on her shoulders and held her tightly. "Then get that robe off and let's get on a bed."
Carrie thought about Bob and the children, then with a resigned sigh she did as he said. "Come on. But you must never do this again. My children are home from camp and they must never find you here."
Jake pinched her ass and snickered. "I guess they don't know their mother's nothing but a hot cunt!"
Carrie flinched as she removed her robe. She was about to retort sarcastically when Jake caught her in his arms and kissed her.
"Give me some tongue," he said.
He opened his mouth and demanded her tongue. She gave it to him gladly. He crushed her lips, bruising them, but she ignored the pain. She liked it all. The feel of his big chest against her naked tits. His teeth biting her lips and tongue. Despite everything, she still found him wildly exciting.
He held her arms and dragged his lips from her mouth to her throat and down to her tits.
He sucked her nipples in turn, making them stiff as nails. Then he french-kissed her again, leaving her limp and breathless with desire.
His cock pressed against her belly. His prick poked and prodded her soft flesh. His cock-tip was wet and the wetness left a trail on her thigh.
"Fuck me!" she whispered. "Fuck me!"
"Get on the bed."
She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. I'm a whore, she thought. A hot, hungry whore with an unnatural need for cock.
She drew her knees up and watched Jake undress. He grinned as he mounted her, but instead of fucking her, he forced his cock into her mouth.
She moaned at the loss when he took his cock from her mouth and rubbed it over her tits. He left her nipples wet with jism and touched his cock-head to her slimy cunt.
"Put your cock in my mouth again," she begged.
He chuckled nastily as he brushed the tip of his prick over her extended tongue. "You hot bitch, you! I never met a woman as hot as you."
He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Like a greedy animal, she crawled down between his thighs and fastened her lips to the dripping head of his cock.
She moaned and sucked and licked with a hunger that was deep and raw and all-engulfing. Jake grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his prick all the way into her throat.
"Bitch!" he muttered softly, drilling his cock in and out of her wide-stretched lips.
"Mmmmmnnnggghhh!" she moaned, feeling his cock-head against her tonsils.
"Suck it harder, slut!" He abruptly drove his prick balls-deep into her gullet.
She controlled her gag reflex and sucked with all her might. At the same time, she fondled his balls and moved one hand under his ass and caressed his asshole.
"That's enough," Jake snarled, yanking on her hair and pulling her still-sucking lips away from his prick.
"What?" she cried.
"Just use your tongue, baby. Just lick the rim and the tip and all around the head. I don't wanna cum in your mouth."
She flicked her tongue around and around his bloated cock-head. Every time she tried taking his cock into her mouth he chuckled and m stopped her.
"You're sure a cock-happy mama," he snickered.
"More," she begged. "Give me more of it!"
"Be happy with what you've got. Lick just the tip. Now the rim."
Suddenly, he pulled her around and roughly plunged two fingers into her cunt. Her excitement mounted and she squeezed her thighs around his hand.
Then he was fucking her. Brutally. Ramming his cock into her cunt with a force that took her breath away.
"Here it is, slut!" he said, slamming his prick all the way into her steaming cunt.
She wailed as she wound her legs around his back. "Make me cum! Make me cum with that big cock of yours!"
He slammed into her again and again. Then he suddenly pulled out, only to plunge his big prick into her shitter.
"Oh, God, yessss!" she shrieked. "Fuck me in the ass!"
"That's what I'm doing, baby." He grinned as he pounded his prick into her bottom. "And you've got the ass for it, all right."
She came twice before he filled her bowels with thick fuck-glue. He roared as he came, digging his fingers into her hips and fastening his mouth to one of her tits.
"Ohhhh, God!" Carrie cried.
A deep shudder washed over her. Jake plowed into her until his cock went limp and he was forced to withdraw it from her deliciously tortured shit-hole.
He took her completely by surprise when he dropped his shriveled cock over her face. "Suck it clean, baby, and make it hard again! I want another fuck before we're through."
"Yes, so do I!" she said, happily lapping her tongue up and down his shit-smelling cock.
Another climax washed over her as she sucked his cock and licked his balls. When his cock was hard again, Jake rammed it into her pussy and quickly filled her cunt with his second load of jism.
"Not bad, baby," he said as he lay resting.
"You've got to go now. My children will be home from school soon."
"Okay, okay, don't bug me."
"Call first next time," she said, snuggling close to him and running a series of kisses over his chest.
He tousled her hair. "Yeah, sure. We don't want the kiddies to find their mommy under the covers, huh?"
He laughed nastily and Carrie giggled, but in her heart she found no humor in the situation. No humor at all.
CHAPTER TEN
"It's getting there. It's getting hard. Keep sucking! Just a little more will do it, honey!"
Carrie dragged her lips over Jim's cock.
"You sound like a husband," she said, smiling.
He grinned sheepishly. "You noticed it, too?"
"Yeah. What are we doing?"
"I don't know. Get up. Stop trying. It doesn't want to get hard today."
"I'm stubborn. And besides, I'll be hurt if your cock won't come up for me."
"Don't sweat it. Sometimes a guy just isn't in the mood."
"Now you really sound like a husband!"
"That's what Patty always says."
Carrie dropped her mouth down and casually licked his cock-head. She fluttered her tongue around the rim and closed her lips around his prick-tip. Nothing worked. His cock remained limp as a wet noodle.
"Come on, give up," Jim said.
"This can't be happening to us."
"Yeah. Where's the old passion?"
"We haven't been sleeping together that long."
"Long enough."
"I won't give up until my jaws ache!"
"Maybe this is God's way of punishing us."
"You mean for cheating on Bob and Patty?"
"Yeah. Maybe we're condemned to being bored with each other."
"You're bored with me?"
"To be honest, yes, a little."
Carrie spit his prick out and reached for a cigarette. "Swell. How do you think that makes me feel?"
"I think it's been since your kids got home."
"Excuse me. I'll give them up for adoption."
"Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad. I'm hurt."
"Aw, honey, you know the way I feel about you."
"Don't touch me. I bore you."
"Jesus, I was just being honest!"
"Listen, buddy, you're not the only man around. There are others."
"Are you seeing someone else?"
"Several others. So there!"
"Shit, you're sure getting bitchy!"
"Skip it. Put your pants on and go home. I can always jerk off."
"Jerk off for me. That always turns me on."
"Forget it! I bore you!"
"Jesus, you can be impossible!"
"Just like a wife."
"Patty's a lot sweeter, if you want the truth."
"Patty's my best friend, but I don't want the truth."
Suddenly, Jim threw his head back and laughed. "What are we fighting for?"
Carrie giggled and took one drag on her cigarette. "I don't know. I honestly don't."
Jim wrapped his fingers around his prick. "Suck it a little?"
Carrie nodded, bending down and taking his juicy cock-knob into her mouth. "Yummy. It still tastes good to me."
Jim laced his fingers through her hair. "Me, too."
"With my eyes closed I can pretend you're a stranger whose cock I never sucked before."
"And if I close mine, I can pretend you're some strange centerfold with long, red hair and m big tits."
"Oh, swell. Red hair and big tits. You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl."
"Keep sucking, honey. I'm just teasing."
She swirled her tongue over his balls and down into his ass-crack. She wet down his asshole and fluttered her tongue up and down his deep ass-crease.
"You've still got the touch, honey," he said.
"Mmmmm, your cock's getting fat!"
"You bet it is. Suck it a little more and I'll fuck your brains out!"
Carrie lapped her tongue around his rim and drooled down the length of his cock-shaft. Then she made a ring of her lips and began mouth-fucking his prick.
"Ooohhh, baby, that's nice!" he said.
She licked the sensitive underside of his cock-knob. "Let me have a finger in my cunt. I need something in there."
Jim reached down and shoved two fingers into her pussy. He stroked them in and out rapidly. "How's this?"
"Nice. Use your thumb on my clit. Yes, that's the way! Am I good and juicy?"
"Yeah, it's pouring out of you!"
W "Mmmmm, I can feel it. Put some on your cock. Let me taste myself."
He painted his cock-head with her cunt-juice. "You're crazy!"
"We've got to do something to make this affair exciting again."
Silence. Jim cleared his throat. Carrie slowly sucked his prick.
"We could just admit it's over and stop letting it die a slow death," Jim said.
Carrie's heart pounded. Jim had been her first lover. She felt sentimental about him. About their affair in general. But she knew he was right. Once the first burst of excitement was gone, there was no reviving it. Not outside of marriage anyway.
"You're right," she said. "Let's make this our last fuck, but let's make it a good one."
"I think that's a terrific idea."
"Will you still pinch my ass once in a while?"
"Sure. Will you still give me a quick hand-job once in a while?"
"You can count on it."
The two lovers were reverting to what they'd been for years--friends.
Carrie was determined to make their last hours memorable. She crouched on her hands and knees, tits wobbling, and slid her lips up and down his fuck-pole.
"Oh, baby, that's the way you used to do it!" Jim said.
She wriggled her ass as he reached down to squeeze it. She took the bloated head of his cock into her throat and swallowed around it.
Knowing that was the last time they would be together made it more exciting. Carrie took a deep breath and inhaled his prick all the way into her throat.
She held his cock in her throat for a moment. Jim groaned and dug his fingers into her scalp. She dragged her lips down his cock-shaft to the tip of his cock-head. Then she slid them back to the root of his prick and swallowed a few times.
"Great cock-sucking, honey! Really terrific cock-sucking! I'll miss those gorgeous lips of yours."
"Fuck me now," she whispered, falling onto her back and spreading her legs.
Jim straddled her and fucked her quickly. "Jesus, it's good! Maybe we were both too hasty."
The horny wife wrapped her legs securely around his waist and rode with him. "No, it's just good because it's our last time. Let's not ruin it with sentiment."
"You've still got the tightest cunt in town."
"Ram your cock into me! Really give it to me hard!"
"Jesus, Carrie, there's no one else like you!"
"Fuck, don't talk! Oh, God, fuck!"
Jim hesitated a moment, gazed at her fondly and kissed her. Then he began banging into her juice-drenched pussy with a vengeance.
"Yes, fuck me hard like that!" she cried, his balls hitting her ass with every thrust.
"Jesus, your cunt is squeezing the cum out of my balls!"
Carrie giggled. "That's the idea, lover! That's the whole damn idea!"
* * *
Two weeks later, Carrie stood outside her doctor's office after her annual checkup and waited for Bob. For a moment, one brief moment, she had a sinking feeling. A fantasy flashed before her eyes. Bob wasn't going to come and drive her home as they'd planned. At that moment, he was on his way to pick up another woman. A woman he truly loved. And he was going to ask her, Carrie, for a divorce.
The fantasy only lasted a moment, but it left her with tears streaming down her face. When Bob finally pulled up and leaned over to open the door, she quickly climbed inside and gave him a big kiss.
"Am I glad to see you," she said, drying her eyes.
"What's the matter, babe? Got something in your eye?"
"Yeah, you could say so." Sighing with relief, she slid over on the seat and linked her arm through his.
Bob placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it. "How's the plumbing holding up?"
"The doctor says I'm in great shape."
"I could have told him that. Say, honey, what do you say we let the babysitter stay a few more hours and I take my best wife out to dinner?"
"Mmmmmm, sounds good to me. I told her to give them dinner, so there's no problem."
Bob slid his free hand between her thighs. Carrie giggled when he probed her damp pussy.
"Maybe we'll park somewhere and make out like the kids do," he said.
"The way you're touching me, we'll have to!"
Hot sensations flooded the horny wife and she realized in that moment that Bob still turned her on. She wasn't in the least bit bored with his lovemaking, the way she was with Jim's. She found Bob just as sexy as ever.
"I think you're the only husband around who still shoves his hand up his wife's skirt and feels her up," she said happily.
"I don't give a damn what other guys do. I know I've got the sexiest, hottest wife in town and I don't want to give her any reason to cheat on me."
Carrie parted her thighs and sank down on the seat to give him total access to her pussy. She felt her cheeks grow warm. Did he really trust her? Suddenly she felt guilty.
"Take your panties off," he said, eyes straight ahead as he pulled onto the freeway.
In a moment her panties were off and he was finger-fucking her. Carrie couldn't resist touching his crotch. His cock pulsated and throbbed through his pants.
"Darling, pull off somewhere and let's go rent a room," she said.
His index finger slid smoothly into her wet cunt. "Why waste the money when we've got the car?"
She giggled. Her pussy creamed with hot desire and she giggled like a teenager. "You're right, honey. We can even get into the back seat and do it the way we used to."
"Take my cock out now."
"You bet I will!"
She unzipped his fly and reached inside for his cock--his familiar, wonderful, rock-hard cock. She'd enjoyed some good sex in the past months, but no one had satisfied her in every way like Bob did.
"Suck it, hon," Bob said now, both hands on the steering wheel.
Heart pounding with excitement, Carrie stretched out the length of the seat and flicked her tongue over his bulging cock-head.
"Hmmmmmm, tastes delicious," she said, watching his cock jump and twitch as she licked.
Bob let out a groan and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Take it in your mouth, hon!"
Carrie held his cock-shaft in her fist and fastened her lips around the rim of his cock-head. Bob let out a grunt when she slid her lips down his cock-shaft and swirled her tongue around it.
She gently drew the jism out of his pisser and lapped her tongue over the underside seam of his cock-knob. Bob groaned when she peppered his vein-bulging cock-shaft with kisses.
"Easy, honey, easy!" he said. "Lick my balls some. I'm getting too excited."
She felt giddy as she licked his balls. For some reason, his balls tasted especially pungent tonight. Suddenly, she was torn between her desire to have a load of jism in her mouth and her need to get fucked.
She decided to suck him off. They could always fuck later. Sucking him off in the car made her feel young again. Young and hot and eager to take chances. It felt so wonderful to cram her mouth with his prick.
Bob stroked her hair and tried pulling her away. "Easy, hon. The gun's gonna go off if you keep that up."
"I want it to. I want you to cum in my mouth!"
"You sure?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"Okay, go to it."
She began devouring his prick with an intensity she hadn't felt in years. She sensed when Bob pulled off the freeway and parked the car. He turned to her, digging his fingers into her scalp as she sucked his prick. He began fucking her mouth, taking charge, driving his prick all the way into her throat.
"Suck the cum out of my balls," he muttered again and again. "Suck them dry, babe! Jesus, what a mouth you've got! What a sweet, cock-sucking mouth you've got!"
She sucked in a frenzy, struggling to breathe and drooling over his fuck-meat. She wanted him to cum, wanted him to fill her mouth with his fuck-cream, but she didn't want it to end. She wanted him to fuck her mouth forever.
Finally he withdrew, leaving her panting and almost in tears.
"Why'd you stop?" she cried.
"Let's get in the back seat and fuck!"
"But I wanted you to cum in my mouth!" She felt cheated somehow. Deprived of what she loved best.
He took her into his arms and kissed her. He stroked her tits and belly and ass and kissed her brow. "I'm going to cum all over you, honey. You're my wife. We have the rest of our lives. I'll cum in your mouth, but I'll cum in your cunt and ass, too. Even in your armpit if you want!"
Giggling happily, Carrie wound her arms around his neck. "You're the boss, darling. And no woman ever had a better one!"
He held her close. "I love you, Carrie."
"And I love you, Bob."
"Let's get in the back seat."
Carrie looked around. They were parked in the back of a deserted gas station. "Do we dare?"
He nodded. "The doors are locked. Just a quickie. Like old times."
They scrambled into the back seat, laughing like two teenagers. It wasn't easy assuming the missionary position, but they managed.
Carrie raised one leg and let the other fall to the floor. When Bob mounted her, she kissed him passionately, nibbling his lips and unbuttoning her blouse so he could kiss her tits.
He fucked her quickly, but didn't start stroking right away. He left his prick imbedded inside her grasping pussy while he kissed her tits and lips.
She quivered all over when he finally began thrusting. "Darling, I love you so!"
"When I get off the road, we'll be able to do a lot more of this," he said, stroking deeply into her cunt.
"Darling, if only you didn't have to travel so much."
"One of these days, honey. One of these days... " And until then, Carrie thought. What will I do until then? Will I go on cheating or will I repress my cravings?
In her heart she knew the answer. She would be faithful. But did it really matter? They had each other and nothing else was important.
