The overwhelming problems people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the athlete who, under pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Debbie Mallory, an attractive young housewife in this story, is one of these desperate people, for her problem-a failing relationship with her husband-leads her into the arms of strangers, compelling her to flit from one bed to another in an orgy of hedonistic excess.
Her story is that of a woman struggling desperately for happiness, for some way to save her marriage and self-respect.
HOT TIMES WITH THE WIFE-a novel about one of the problems facing modern society and a reflection of our times.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
He pawed at her firm young tits until the thin material of her blouse seemed to disappear. She knew she ought to stop him, but Debbie was too excited to push his hands away. She hadn't been kissed like this in ages.
It had all started so innocently. The young wife had been to a bridal shower at the home of her best friend, Patty White. When she left, her battery was dead and Patty's brother, Brad, offered to give her a lift home.
But instead of driving her home he drove her to a secluded spot where teenaged kids went to make out. After the initial shock wore off Debbie became excited, more excited than she liked to admit. And now this!
She had known Brad for years, but now she wondered if she knew him at all. He was so different from the wise-cracking Brad she knew. In the past he'd teased her and flirted with her, but he had always let her know she was just his kid sister's girlfriend. Then a few months ago he got divorced for the fourth time and moved back to the family home.
Debbie thought about her husband, Larry. Larry was probably sound asleep by now. It excited her to know another man found her desirable and in a way she wanted Larry to find out about what she was doing. Larry was so wrapped up in his career lately he had little time for romance.
"I really like you, Debbie," Brad said now, still pawing-her tits.
"You really shouldn't do that," she said, but she accepted his tongue in her mouth. "Aw, Deb, I always had the hots for you." She drew her legs together, when he touched her thigh. "Stop that, Brad! I'm a married woman."
"Shit, Deb, I wish we could both manage to be single at the same time."
She couldn't help but giggle. Brad had first eloped at the age of eighteen. Since then catching him between wives hadn't been easy.
Debbie knew other married women fooled around, but she and Larry had only been married two years and she still adored him. Still, it was flattering to have a man like Brad want her. If only she had the nerve.
"Come on, Deb, let me take your blouse off," he said. "Just for a minute. I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
"Oh, Brad," she giggled, struggling to keep her blouse buttoned. "You know you don't mean that."
"No, honest hon." He had one hand on her tit and one on her thigh. "Anytime you want me to stop I will. Cross my heart." He grinned so boyishly she melted.
Maybe just a little petting, she thought. If he just opened my blouse and touched me a little it wouldn't be so bad.
"Well, okay," she said. "But remember, you promised."
"Oh, baby!" His warm breath engulfed her as he kissed her.
"Don't do that!" she squealed.
He expertly unbuttoned her blouse. "Easy, baby, easy."
"Don't tear it. Larry'll see it and ask questions."
"How is old Larry, anyway? Still square city?"
"He's not square. He's just serious," she panted.
"Yeah, sure, baby, sure," Brad said as he crawled on top of her. "Jesus, baby, you don't know how much I want you."
"But you said you'd .. stop that! Stop it this minute.!"
But his hand was under her skirt and his fingers were doing wonderful things between her legs.
"I've been crazy about you for years," he whispered, his fingers inside her bra.
"You shouldn't," she whimpered. "Oh, God, you shouldn't touch me like that!"
"But, baby, you need it bad. I can tell. You're just like butter down here. Soft and warm and wet. You need it bad, hon. I'm an expert on horny broads and you're horny."
"No, I'm not," she whined. "Larry takes very good care on me."
"Like hell he does. Jesus, stop squirming around or you'll make me lose my finger in there. Oh, baby, you're ripe as a berry!"
"You've got to stop that," she said. "Oh, God, don't put it in. Stop that!" Using every ounce of strength she had, she pushed him over onto the seat.
For several moments the only sound was breathing. After a while he grabbed her again. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry I got carried away. I know you and Larry are happily married. I just wish I could have found happiness with one of my wives."
He looked so sad that warm-hearted Debbie wrapped her arms around his neck. "Someday you'll meet someone who's right for you. You'll see. It'll happen." Why doesn't he kiss me again? she wondered.
Then he made a lunge for her. She landed on her back and he climbed over her. She felt his prick stabbing her thigh and although she protested she was glad he still wanted her.
"No, Brad, no," she said weakly and without conviction.
"Yes, baby, yes." He nuzzled her tits, yanked her bra open and buried his face against her tits.
"Let me just have a little taste. Oooohhhh, yeah, skin like velvet. Mmmm, tasty nipples. They're getting hard. Oh, baby, don't tell me you don't want it too. I can tell from your nipples you want to get fucked. Let me stick it in for just a minute, hon. I promise-I'll take it out if you change your mind."
"I'm so confused" she said. "I can't think straight."
"I'll think for both of us." When he began sucking her tits, she knew she was lost.
Although she knew it was the wrong thing to do she reached between them and took his meaty cock in her hand. She clung to it desperately while he licked and sucked her tits.
A jolt of excitement surged through her when. he raised his head, switched on the overhead light and stared with awed eyes at her tits.
"Hot damn, you've got big beautiful fits!" he said.
Debbie's big tits had been a source of embarrassment and pride to her for years. There, was no way to hide them so she made no attempt to do so. Instead she enjoyed the way men reacted to them. She remembered how Larry had loved kissing her tits in the old days before his work became more important than his marriage.
"Do you really think they're pretty?" she said.
"Pretty is an understatement." He squeezed them, bulging her nipples out and gobbling them up. "Baby, you keep pumping my cock like that and I'll pop off in your hand and that'd be a waste, believe me."
She quickly drew her hand back. "I'm sorry," she stammered.
He moved her hand back, curling her fingers around his stiff prick. "I didn't say to stop, toots. I only said to handle it more gently."
She moaned when he plunged his open mouth down over one of her pink nipples. It felt so good that even though she knew where they were going was dangerous, she couldn't stop herself.
In the early days of their marriage Larry had sucked her tits like this. Her nipples always became hard and long when they were sucked. If only Larry paid more attention to her needs.
Now she felt warm liquid between her legs. Oozing down her thighs and wetting her panties. Brad went from one tit to the other, relentlessly making love to her sensitive tits. He smacked his lips and whispered endearments as he moved his mouth back and forth from one tit to the other.
He released her for a moment and she found she was still squeezing his cock. She never once looked down at his prick, but she glanced down at her chest and saw his teeth marks on her tits.
When he clamped his mouth back over her tits, his hand crept up her skirt and touched the moisture between her legs.
The cheating wife felt dizzy with excitement. When he slipped his fingers inside the crotch of her panties, she didn't have the strength to protest. He combed his fingers through the downy fur of her pussy. The heat emanating from her body was intense and to add to the flames he plunged his index finger deep inside her.
"Ooooooh!" she squealed with delight as he expertly finger-fucked her.
There was no way she could suppress her excitement. Right or wrong, she was terribly turned-on. The thick moisture deep within her wet his finger and her mossy pussy-bush. She writhed and twisted her ass. If he tried to fuck her at that moment she wouldn't stop him.
One finger still plunging in and out of her cunt hole, he located her clit with his thumb and then began rubbing the tiny organ.
Again she squealed helplessly. Her pussy contracted around his finger and passion-juice flooded his hand. She trembled violently as her pleasure intensified.
"No! Don't! Oh, God, yes! I love that! Oh, God, your finger is in so far! You're all the way in! Oh, God, you're driving me crazy! I don't know what I'm doing. I can't think straight."
"Baby, don't think."
"I can't help it!"
"Give me some tongue. Don't think. Just keep doing that to my cock."
"No!"
"Yes!" He grabbed her hand and forced it back over his prick. "Don't stop, little lover. Keep it up."
"You're making me come" she wailed.
"Ssshh, keep squeezing my finger."
"But... "
"Ssshhh, just keep doing that. Oh, man and child, if you squeeze my cock like that I'll love you forever."
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
He licked her tits one last time and yanked her panties down. "That's enough romance.
"Let's fuck!"
"I think you better take me home."
"Hell, now that you came you think you can just go off and leave me with blue balls."
"But .I... "
"That's not how it works, hon. Big girls know that. Now just lie still and spread 'em!"
"Oh, God! Don't make me do it!"
"Don't play innocent with me," he spit out. "You want it as bad as I do."
"I don't."
"Sure, you do." He nuzzled her tits, licked her nipples and flicked her clit up and down. "Now, tell me you don't want it."
She was dizzy and confused. "I can't," she whispered.
"Yeah, I know. 'Cause this is the hottest, juiciest little pussy in town."
"Oh, Brad, you're driving me crazy!" she said breathlessly.
Excited by the overheated young wife, Brad thrust two fingers into her cunt. "How's that? Ready for my cock, pretty girl?"
"Aaaaahbbhh! I love it," she gasped. "Oh, baby," he hissed, vulgar squishy sounds filling the car as he finger-fucked her.
"Don't stop," she said.
"You want my cock?"
"Yes, I want it."
"Tell me you want me to fuck you. I don't want you yelling later that I raped you."
"Fuck me," she whimpered.
He grinned, pinched her cunt lips and withdrew his fingers. "That's better."
She reluctantly released his cock as he mounted her. It was awkward in the confines of the car, but he managed to yank her panties down.
He stared at her pretty face. Her eyes were wide and strangely innocent and her thick dark hair framed her face adorably. For a moment he felt guilty about fucking her. She was his kid sister's best friend and married too. But, what the hell, a guy's got to live.
Since she looked scared he took a minute to french kiss her and suck her nipples. Then he couldn't resist raising his head up and gazing down at her tits.
What a pair. They were big and heavy, with two of the ripest-looking nipples he'd ever seen.
She had a gorgeous cunt too. Lots of thick dark hair covered her cunt and ran down her inner thighs. The glimpse he had of her ass held promise of heaven. Some other time, he thought. No time tonight.
She gazed at him while he devoured her body with his eyes. She could still put a stop to this, still make him take her home.
But she knew she was lost when she saw the look of excitement in his eyes. When he began stroking her tits and belly, there was no way she could make him stop.
When he leaned over and kissed her, she snaked her pink tongue into his mouth. "Oh, baby, some day you're gonna have to do that to my cock," he said.
"Do what?"
"Lick it like that, . lover.
"Oh. Like this?"
As she licked the corner of his mouth the moved his prick against her cunt. "Yeah, like that. How do you like this? Is my cock big enough for you?"
"Yes, of course."
He chuckled, positioned his cock against her gaping cunt and hesitated. "You bet it is, hon. And you just wait until it's in you. You'll scream for mercy."
She felt the heat, of his prick on her soft pussy folds. "You're touching me," she said.
"Yeah, how's it feel?' "Ready for action?"
"Yes, I think so."
The cheating wife swallowed nervously as he began pushing his cock into her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream, but she moaned instead when she felt his stiff cock sink inside her cunt.
"Hey, baby, you've got a tight pussy," he said when his cock was imbedded in her wet cunt.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Don't be sorry, babe. It feels terrific!"
After three or four strokes, Debbie was convinced she was in love. Moaning and thrashing with excitement, she clung to him as his hard-on plowed in and out of her pussy.
She felt every ridge and bump on his cock meat. Each time his cock-shaft rubbed her clit her climax drew closer. She forgot about Larry and the fact that she was married. All that mattered was the big cock inside her, caressing and filling her up.
As her ecstasy increased, she spread her legs further apart and thrust herself up to fuck back at his cock. Soon she was shrieking with joy and excitement and her ripe body was shaking as she climaxed.
Her pleasure intensified when he came inside her. Larry always insisted the best birth control was pulling out, so the feel of Brad's jism gushing into her was both a treat and a turn-on.
"Jesus, baby, you're tearing my cock off," he said.
"Don't stop," she said, twisting her hips and trying to keep his prick inside her.
"Baby, this isn't the last fuck of your life. I'll toss you another one some time. Jesus, you're squeezing the life out of me. Fuck, my cock is getting hard again."
He started fucking her again, raking and snorting as he rammed his prick into her smoldering cunt. He didn't last long and this time when he came he crashed into her so hard she thought he would split her in two.
She cradled him in her arms, cooing and sighing deeper and coming down slowly from her high. She hadn't enjoyed a fuck this much in ages. When he tried to sit up, she held him down.
"Just another minute," she said.
"oh, baby, you're too hot even for me." But he let her feed him her tits for a few more minutes.
When they finally broke apart, she was embarrassed at her strong reaction. She arranged her clothes as best she could and combed her hair.
They drove home in silence. Outside the house, she noticed there were no lights on. Larry was sleeping and if she was careful he wouldn't hear her join him in bed.
"I don't know what got into me," she said, eyes straight ahead and filling with tears.
Brad kissed her briefly and without passion on her cheek. "Yeah, hon, we just got carried away."
"Yes, carried away."
As she climbed the stairs to the master bedroom, she wiped her tears and listened to the sound of Brad's car driving off. What have I done? she thought with a sniff. What have I done?
CHAPTER TWO
Debbie awoke with a slight headache the next morning. She fixed Larry breakfast and sipped coffee while he ate. He didn't ask her what time she'd come home, but simply read his morning paper for the latest stock market figures. She began to wonder if she dreamed the whole episode with Brad. In her home nothing had changed, but inside her everything had.
After Larry left for work she got busy in the house. She tried taking her mind off Brad, but despite her attempts she kept thinking about their fucking-and wanting more.
That was what disturbed her. She wanted more. She had loved it, her body craved it and since Larry obviously couldn't read anything in her face at breakfast, why not take whatever pleasure she could?
But it's wrong, she thought as she washed the breakfast dishes.
Who's to say what's wrong? she answered herself.
She whirled around, facing the kitchen. I've got to stop thinking about it. I've got to get busy with something. Anything.
She went upstairs to dress. I'll go out shopping. That always makes me feel better. Too bad Patty has to work. If Patty were married too I'd have someone to shop and have lunch with.
But Patty was Brad's sister. Would he tell her about their affair? Would Patty still be her friend if she found out she was a cheating wife? Patty was a little prudish and very fond of Larry. Sometimes Debbie suspected she had a crush on him. Would... oh, God, I've got to stop thinking such things!
Her head throbbed. One weak moment and her life had completely turned around. Then she remembered how good it had felt to have Brad's cock inside her. To have his eager mouth sucking her tits. And she smiled despite herself.
My God, what a penis, she thought. No, it's got to start calling sex organs what they are. Penis is too formal. Cock is nice. The corners of her mouth curled up. Cock is cute.
As she brushed her teeth she thought about Larry. What would he say if she suddenly began calling his precious organ a cock?
In many ways Larry was a prude. Maybe he would be better off with a girl like Patty. Maybe I'd be better off with a man like Brad. But that's crazy. Brad's been married so many times. Maybe I just got married too young. Maybe I should have dated more before I settled down.
Poor Patty was dying to get married. But then everybody wants what they don't have.
She couldn't keep her mind off Brad's cock. Shaking her head, she tried driving it from her mind, but it kept returning. And her pussy was hot and wet. Not sticky like last night, but definitely wet. Her nipples were getting stiff too. She could feel them contracting under her nightgown and robe.
Flushing, she took two aspirin and sat down on the toilet to pee. The warm liquid gushed out of her cunt. When she was horny, she peed a lot. She leaned back in the seat, opened her robe and touched her tits. I want him to fuck me again, she thought. I don't care if it's wrong or right. I want him to fuck me again.
She knew now that something had been missing from her life all along. Oh, she loved Larry and appreciated how serious and ambitious he was. But she needed love. She was too young to settle down so soon. Just because she got married didn't mean she had to give up having fun.
When she wiped herself, her pussy was slick with arousal. It was so slippery there was no way to wipe it up completely.
She rubbed the paper over her clit. Oh, my, that's a horny little button. I'll just have to take care of it somehow.
Gazing at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands, she saw a thick head of dark hair and almost wild-looking dark eyes. She had changed in more ways than one since last night. She looked sexier somehow. She glanced down and saw her massive tits. Was this what attracted men? If so, she planned to emphasize them.
She studied her pink nipples. Shaking her upper body slightly, she watched her tits dance around heavily. When she raised her arms, her tits raised up. When she lowered them, she held them in her hands and caressed them. Ever since she discovered how good it felt, she had masturbated. Her mother had caught her once and punished her. After that she made sure she never got caught again.
Now she squeezed and caressed her grapefruit-sized tits. She was becoming very excited. She took her nipples between her fingers and glimpsed herself, in the mirror. Her eyes looked wild and hot.
She lowered her eyes and. blushed. Manipulating her tits always turned her on. Brad had sucked her tits so nicely. She felt her face grow warmer. Every time she thought of the previous night she felt ashamed and embarrassed-and very excited.
As she toyed with her tits, her pussy became wetter. She sat back down on the toilet and spread her legs.
Her thick cunt-bush was wet with her juices. She could see the dried jism, from the night before stuck to clumps of cunt-hair. By sitting forward slightly she could force her cunt lips to gape open. The pink interior of her pussy beckoned to her.
She hesitated. Maybe it would be better to get her mind off sex. Maybe her life was becoming too complicated.
You've already cheated once, she thought. What's the difference if you do it again?
She giggled nervously as she touched herself. Dear God, I can't help it. Whatever I've done and whatever I do, I just can't help myself.
Thrusting a finger into her pussy, she wiggled it around. Eyes shut tight and tongue working over parched lips, she brought herself to orgasm.
It came as a shock to find it wasn't enough. In the past, masturbating satisfied her for a while. But not after last night. Brad had ruined her for masturbation. Now she needed a real live man with a real live penis-cock.
Now she traced up and down her cunt lips, touching all the hidden corners of her pussy. There aren't two alike in the world, she thought with a giggle. Just like fingerprints. No two pussies are alike in the whole wide world.
Reaching high inside her cunt with two fingers, she pretended for a moment Brad was fucking her again. She knew last night had been a watershed in her life. Sighing, she frigged herself forcefully with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other.
"I'm going to let the first man I meet fuck me, she thought with a start. That's a fact that I just can't deny.
Catching one of her tits in her fist, she tried sucking the nipple. She, was able to touch the tip of her tongue to the tip of her nipple, but it wasn't good enough. You could only take self love so far.
She rubbed her clit with her thumb and fingered herself. A surge of pleasure rocked her senses and soon became an explosion.
Her second orgasm was more intense than the first. As she came she twisted around, digging her fingernails into her tits and landing on the floor.
She lay still, one hand locked between her thighs and heart pounding. I've got to get hold of myself, she thought.
But I have hold of myself, she giggled.
Withdrawing her hand, she climbed to her feet and staggered to the bedroom. She felt limp and her head still throbbed, but her pussy remained unsatisfied.
This is crazy, she thought. I've got to stop thinking about, last night. With a shake of her head she returned to the bathroom, stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on full blast.
Afterward she made up carefully, brushed her hair until it shone, dabbed perfume all over and slipped into a strapless sundress.
She returned to the kitchen, made a fresh pot of coffee and wondered what to do to keep herself busy the rest of the day.
When the doorbell rang, she dashed to answer it. Whoever it was would take her away from her thoughts. Whoever it was would be someone to talk to.
She opened the door wide and hesitated. Standing in the doorway was a young man about her age, with a startled expression on his face.
"Well, hello," he said with a grin. When he walked past her into the kitchen, she closed the door behind him. "I suppose you're selling something," she said with a shy smile.
"As a matter of fact I was... am," he said, appraising her with narrowed eyes.
He had a nice face and any apprehension she felt quickly disappeared. It was crazy to be suspicious of every stranger she met. He was just a nice young man getting started in the world.
Why not buy whatever it was he was selling? "What is it you're selling?" she said, gaining confidence as he gazed admiringly at her.
"Modeling lessons," he murmured, staring openly at her tits.
"Modeling lessons? Here, in this neighborhood?"
He rummaged in his pocket for a spiral notebook. Glancing down, he licked his lips. "You are Debbie Mallory, aren't you?"
She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. It was best to be honest. "Mrs. Debbie Mallory," she said. "Actually, Mrs. Larry Mallory. And who gave you my name?"
As she backed away from the door, he followed her into the room. It was from a mailing list. A list of exceptionally pretty women." His eyes glittered as he ogled her tits. "The modeling world needs fresh talent all the time," he chanted as if by rote. "So they hire us to scour the area for new faces." He grinned, took a step closer to her and paused. "You've got a future in modeling, Debbie, if you don't mind my calling you Debbie. Even without modeling lessons you could make a bundle."
As she backed away her arms automatically reached out to him. "Oh, I don't think I'd be interested in modeling."
An inch separated them. "What are you interested in?" he said in a soft voice.
Her right hand came up and touched his thigh. "I'm not sure," she whispered.
The young salesman's heart pounded. He could see the hunger in the sexy housewife's eyes. He knew she was his for the asking. There were hundreds just like her in his sales district and he'd fucked most of them. But this one was different. She had a sweet innocence about her. And the biggest tits he'd ever seen.
As for Debbie, she was drawn to him both because she was horny and because he looked like he had a randy cock. She could see it through his pants. She had a feeling his cock was hard too.
When he kissed her, she didn't have the strength to push him away. His hands were all over her, on her tits and ass and under her skirt.
With a groan he kissed his way down to her tits, sank to his knees and buried his face against her crotch. Even through her dress she felt his warm breath on her pussy.
"My name's Ken," he said, his voice muffled as he kissed her through her clothes.
"You really shouldn't do that," she said, but she ran her hands through his hair and stroked the back of his neck.
Suddenly he began tearing her dress off. Since it was strapless it came off easily. Now he pressed his face against her panty-crotch and licked her slit through the flimsy garment.
"Not here," she said. "We can't do it in here."
He rose to his feet and yanked his zipper down. "Where'll we go?" he said.
"I'm not sure... in there... in the den." As she spoke she guided him down the hall. There was a sofa in the den where they could stretch out.
My God, I'm doing it again, she thought as she stepped out of her dress. I'm standing here with my bare tits bouncing around, about to have my second affair.
She wanted to see Ken's body, but he didn't seem interested in undressing. He brought his cock out and when she saw it she felt a wave of dizziness.
It was the thickest cock she ever saw. The tip was blunt and glistening with moisture. The shaft was as big around as her wrist.
And his balls! They hung down heavily in their hairy sack.
Before she knew what was happening she was on her knees before him, opening her mouth and taking his cock inside.
"Debbie, honey, you really dig it, don't you?" he said.
"Mmmmm," she mumbled wetly, her mouth plugged with his dick.
She began jerking his cock with her hand and licking the head. Ken spread his legs wide apart, rested his hands on his hips and gazed down at her.
He'd had his cock sucked by dozens of cock hungry housewives, but this was the best. Christ, this one was horny! What luck that she was his first stop today.
She took his prick deep inside her mouth, tightened her lips around the shaft and then released it. She tilted her head back and took it into her throat without gagging.
"Debbie, Debbie," he said. "Where'd you learn to give head like that?"
"Mmmm," she mumbled.
Suddenly he tore his cock out of her mouth. "Sorry, hon, but tempting as it is I want to fuck you.
"Yes, fuck me," she said as he forced her onto her back on the sofa.
He ripped her panties off, seized his cock and climbed on top of her. He poked the blunt tip of his prick into her pussy-slit and entered her.
Debbie let herself get swept away in the passion of the moment. As Ken's thick cock lodged inside her cunt, her breathing quickened.
"Fuck that cock, baby," he said and her hips began bucking wildly.
"Give it to me," she chanted again and again, "Give me your cock!" She snapped her ass up and down, fucking back at his thrusting cock.
The salesman grabbed her by the ass, dug his fingers into her resilient flesh and rammed into her. Debbie shrieked, as overwhelmed by his cock as she'd been by Brad's.
"Christ, Debbie, you really needed. it," he muttered. "Jesus, you're gonna take my cock off if you keep that up."
"I want it," she almost growled, throwing her cunt up at his cock. "Keep doing that." Her long hair flew around and her eyes became wild. "Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me until I come!"
Thank God for horny housewives, Ken thought as he pounded her. "You keep squeezing my cock like that and I'll fuck you into next year."
Normally he hated his job, but the fringe benefits were great. He'd remember the name Mallory and send his buddies over for a taste. This chick was insatiable. Christ, what a cunt.
After Debbie came, he stopped pumping. He left his prick imbedded inside her, caught his breath and briefly licked her tits.
"With these tits you could get plenty of modeling jobs," he said.
"Oh, I don't think so," she said, flushing slightly and averting her eyes.
His cock throbbed inside her and despite herself her pussy rhythmically caressed it. Now that she was thinking rationally she realized what she was doing and she was embarrassed.
Pulling all but the tip of his cock out of her cunt, he thrust in. Her tits bounced as he rammed into her again.
"I lost you there for a minute" he said, grabbing her tits and squeezing them. "I don't care if you buy the lessons, Debbie, but I've got to tell you you've got the sweetest cunt I've ever seen."
"Fuck me!" she yelled as she became aroused again.
"You bet I will," he said, pounding her in a frenzy.
"Come inside me!"
"Jesus, will I!"
Debbie felt a squirt of warm jism inside her. It was followed by another and then another. She loved every moment of it and when it was over she closed her eyes and let herself float into space.
CHAPTER THREE
After Ken left, Debbie spent the rest of the day cooking Larry's favorite foods for dinner. She felt guilty and yet in a strange way more alive than ever. A good pot roast would put Larry in a good mood and assuage her guilt. Larry loved pot roast and mashed potatoes.
Unfortunately he was in a bad mood when he arrived home. He stalked into the house, dropped the evening newspaper on the front hail table and fixed himself a drink without kissing her.
"Is something wrong, honey?" she said, following him into the living room.
He glanced at her over the top of his paper, sipped, his scotch and nodded. "You bet. Plenty's wrong."
Her heart skipped a beat. "What could be so wrong that you forgot to kiss me when you came in?"
He put the paper down and smiled wearily. "Sorry, baby, it's nothing you did."
She moved to his side, kissed him on the cheek and fixed herself a mild scotch on the rocks. "Tell me all about it," she said.
"It's business. You wouldn't understand."
"I might if you'd just tell me about it. I want to be a real partner to you, hon, not just a dumb old thing you come home to at night."
"Aw, Deb, I'm crazy about you. You know I don't think you're a dumb old thing."
She dimpled, her heart filled with love for her childhood sweetheart. "Then tell me what's bothering you."
He sniffed the air and put his glass down. "Is that pot roast I smell?"
She nodded. "And mashed potatoes with about, a ton of butter."
"That's my girl. Ah, that smells good. Refill me and I'll tell you about it."
She poured scotch to the top of his glass and sat on the floor at his feet. She hugged his knees and tried to forget the events of the past twenty-four hours.
"It's got something to do with your promotion, doesn't it?" she said.
"Yeah, I'm not getting it."
"Oh, honey. I know how much you were counting on it."
"Well, the boss says I'm next in line. That's scant consolation, but what can I do? Hon, you're wrinkling the crease in my pants."
She rubbed her cheek against the calf of his leg. "I don't care. I love you."
He shook her loose. "I better change into jeans."
She clung to his leg. "No. Stay here. I can always press your pants."
"That damn boss of mine," he muttered as he sipped his drink. "After all the extra hours I put into that job you'd think he'd show some appreciation."
"But you got a nice raise... "
"Raises aren't where it's at. Titles matter. Money always comes with titles and I want that general manager after my name."
"You'll get it."
His lips were tight as he picked up the paper, "It might help if we entertained the boss and his wife."
"I will. I'll ask them to dinner whenever you want."
"Hon, I love your pot roast, but do you really think you can cook a company meal?"
"Well, I don't know, but I can try."
"Don't get mad, hon, but office politics are sensitive. If we ask them to dinner and the food's lousy he'll think I'm a jerk. Maybe we ought to take them out."
"But won't that cost a lot?"
"Yeah, it would, wouldn't it?" When he buried his face in the paper, she went to the kitchen and began putting dinner on the table. After they ate Larry settled down in front of the television and Debbie pretended to read while she thought about Brad and Ken.
At ten o'clock exactly he switched off the television. "Time for bed, hon," he said.
"I'll be along in a minute." She was in the middle of a daydream about Brad. Brought back to reality, she patted Larry's hand as he passed her chair.
"Don't be long," he said. "I need intercourse tonight and I'm bushed."
Sighing guiltily, Debbie rose up and followed him upstairs.
I'm just a body to him, she thought as she washed her face. And why can't he say fuck? Intercourse sounds so uptight. Intercourse. Fuck sounds so much juicier.
When she returned to the bedroom, Larry was sitting on the bed waiting for her. He was naked from the waist down, but he wore his pajama top as usual.
"Hurry up, hon," he yawned impatiently as she undressed. "My penis is already hard."
She paused, her nightgown half on and half off. "Why can't you say cock, honey?"
He grimaced. "Because the proper word is penis."
Her nightgown slipped down over her curves. Before she climbed into bed, she hesitated. "How do you want to do it tonight?"
"Missionary," he snapped abruptly. "Well, there are other positions, you know," she said.
"But you know I like being on top best." She frowned. "And I prefer it too, but sometimes it might be fun to try other things."
"Who've you been talking to? Just lie down there and don't argue with me. I had a lousy day as it is. I don't need aggravation from my own wife."
"I'm sorry, dear." Meekly, she lay down on her back and waited.
"Pull your legs up," he directed as he crouched over her.
After the torrid fucking of the past day, Larry's curtness was a turn-off, but she tried remembering he was her husband and she loved him.
"Like this, hon?" she said, pulling her gown up to her waist and drawing her legs back.
"Sure, that's the way." He smiled as he touched her. "Kind of wet. Looks like you can use a dose."
"Why do you always talk about sex as if it was a disease?"
Leaning down, he kissed her. "Because in a way it is. If a man could use his sexual energy for business this country would be in better shape."
She bit her lip to keep from responding sharply. Business. It was always business. Even though he poked his finger around her cunt, she felt her excitement disappear.
"If you women worked you'd understand."
"Lots of women do."
"Not like men do."
"I'll get a job if you want me to."
He chuckled. "The only job you need is taking care of me. How come you're not pumping my penis?"
She reached for his cock. "You mean your cock."
He frowned. "You know I don't like to hear you talk like that."
"But saying words like that turns me on."
"Well, if it turns you on, okay. Anything, just so you'll respond. But I have to tell you I don't like it."
His cock was hard. So far so good. But it wasn't as thick as Ken's or as long as Brad's. In her heart she knew it wasn't the size or shape, but Larry's lack of enthusiasm. But she wriggled her ass, feigning a passion she didn't feel.
"How about sucking my penis?"
"I will if you say cock."
"If I didn't know better I'd say you didn't like to fuck any more. Where's the hot-blooded girl I married?"
"That's one for my side. You just said fuck," she giggled.
"Yeah, so I did. Well, I hope you're happy. Get over here."
She sat up and waited for him to stuff his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and pretended it was Ken's cock filling her mouth. But all too soon he pulled out and told her to lie down again.
In less than a minute he was on top of her and pumping away, She felt like a piece of meat. A rag doll, being used instead of a sleeping pill.
She thrust herself at him in an attempt to get some friction on her clit. But she knew from bitter experience he wouldn't last long enough to give her an orgasm.
"Are you ready, hon?" he said after, a moment.
She clenched her fists and forced herself to moan. "Yes, I'm almost there."
"Good, I'm bushed."
After a dozen strokes he withdrew and came on the sheet. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she squealed. "Oh, honey, I'm coming!"
"How many times do I have to tell you to keep a towel handy?" he said, jumping up and wiping his cock with tissues. "Now you'll have to change the sheets."
* * *
Later that day Debbie was with a strange man again. He came up behind her, grabbed her around the waist and cupped her tits in his hands.
His name was Nick, no last name given, and he was a friend and co-worker of Ken's. He had arrived a few minutes before and now he was pawing her tits.
Debbie laughed as he easily spun her around. "Dear Lord, you're taking my breath away," she giggled.
"I've only got a half hour," he said, grabbing her crotch and squeezing down hard.
She struggled feebly in his arms, alarmed at his aggressiveness. "Stop that. You really can't do that."
But in truth she wanted him to take her. It was becoming easier and easier to cheat and she felt less guilty every time. She was obsessed with sex, thinking about it every waking minute and dreaming about it at night.
"You really could model with these tits," Nick said, clutching her tits and rubbing her nipples through her clothes. "Did you ever consider doing fuck films? With your looks and body they'd hire you in a minute."
She shoved one hand away from her tits, but he moved it to her ass and she gave up the struggle. "What a question," she said. "I'm a married woman. What makes you think I'd take part in something like that?" Her breathing quickened as his hands explored her.
"No reason. Just that you're such a doll." His hands suddenly became . gentle. He stroked her ass in a way that made her knees weak.
"Don't do that," she whimpered unconvincingly.
"Oh, baby, you need it bad. Don't play games with me. I don't have the time."
He easily removed her jeans. She had forgotten to put on panties this morning. Now the smooth white cushions of her ass jutted out. He clasped them with a groan.
"Shit, I'd like to fuck you here," he said.
"No way. Are you crazy?"
She quivered with excitement when he crouched down and ran a series of kisses over her ass cheeks. "If you've never tried it, don't knock it." He snaked his tongue into her ass crack. She shivered and moaned. He snickered. "Sounds like you're getting interested."
"No. Fuck my pussy," she said.
The salesman straightened up, tweaked one of her tits and winked. "Your pussy's good enough for me."
He began pushing her down over the table. "Not here," she said, her voice quavering.
He glanced at his watch impatiently. "I told you, lady, I don't have much time."
Her lower lip quivered. She didn't want him to leave without fucking her. She needed it too badly.
He saw her hesitation, smirked and took her into his arms. "Don't worry, baby. I'll dip my prick into you before I go. Shit, it'll never fit into my pants until I do."
She noticed for the first time that his cock was out. She turned to him, lifted her lips to his and french kissed him.
"I've never done it that way," she whispered.
"You mean in the ass?"
She nodded, kissing his ear. "Will it hurt?" He shook his head. "Jesus, what the fuck do the guys around here do? Get on top and get it over with?"
"Not exactly, but my husband's a very ambitious man and most of his energy goes into his work."
He clutched her ass, pulling her to him and kissing her. "That's okay with me, hon. Just makes my work more interesting. Anyway, I won't hurt you, I swear it. Your asshole will open up. They always do."
As he spoke he turned her around facing the table, urged her to rest her torso on the tabletop and thrust his prick between her ass cheeks.
She automatically closed her asshole. She was frightened. "Please... I've changed my mind."
"You'll love it, hon," he said, holding her down. "Once you take it in the ass you'll want it there all the time. Money back guarantee if you don't."
She giggled despite herself. "I've heard it hurts real bad." Suddenly he thrust what felt like a hot poker into her asshole. "Ouch!" she moaned.
She fell forward, her tits mashed against the table and her arms flailing "It's in," he said. "Don't move.
"It hurts!" She was almost breathless from the pain.
"You push it out and I'll hit you, I swear I will. Now just lie there like a good girl a minute. The pain'll go away. Shit, you're good and tight. Your ass is like a vise around my cock" She struggled, but he easily held her down.
She felt split apart and fully expected to see blood running down her legs.
That's what I get for cheating, she thought, tears in her eyes.
The pain subsided slightly when he seemed to pull out, but in fact half of his shaft remained inside her. "Baby, it's good," he murmured in her ear.
Holding her by her massive tits, he began thrusting in and out. "It still hurts," she whined, but in fact she was beginning to enjoy it.
"Spread your legs a little more." When her legs were spread, he pulled out of her asshole. She twisted around to confront him.
"Why'd you stop?" she said.
"I want your cunt too." With a lunge forward he shoved his prick and balls deep into her pussy.
"I love it," she breathed, wriggling her ass wildly.
"Sure you do." He stroked in and out a few times, releasing her juices and wetting his prick. "Now back to shit-city," he said, thrusting his big cock-head into her asshole.
She wept out loud from the pain and the pleasure and the sheer excitement of the, wild fuck. At first she tried expelling his prick, but the feeling was so good she actually loved it.
The hot length of his prick filled her shit chute and churned her bowels. There was still some pain, but oh, the pleasure! It was indescribable.
"It's like a fucking vacuum cleaner," he said. "Feel my cock-head there? Shit, baby, I'm gonna give you a come-enema in a minute."
Craning her neck, she gazed back at him and welcomed his lips on hers. "Come in me," she gasped. "I love when you come in me."
"You love when anyone comes in you," he chuckled.
Glancing down, he watched his prick disappear inside her ass. He rammed forward, shoving her onto the table, the hard length of his prick deep inside her bowels.
He changed his rhythm, fucking her now with slow deliberate strokes. He held her by the tits, squeezing them in a circular motion and feeling his balls begin to erupt.
He growled when he came. He fucked her in a frenzy, ramming so hard she thought she would die. But despite the pain she was getting off on it. She pushed her ass back to receive his thick jism and enjoyed the most intense orgasm of her life.
Afterward, when his limp prick slipped from her asshole, he tucked it back in his fly, zipped up and asked if she was all right.
"I'd stay longer if I could, honey, but I've got a lot of stops to make today. Be back next week though. Good fuck."
He was gone before she could tell him she'd enjoyed the fucking, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You don't mean it!" Debbie said. Patty smiled shyly, lowering her, eyes and pushing a strand of hair off her face. "I know it's not like me, but you don't know Tony."
Debbie couldn't believe her ears. "But it's so unlike you," she said. "If it was anyone else, but you... it's crazy."
"People do swing, you know," Patty said, no longer smiling. "I'm not the first one to try it."
"But Patty, you were always so... sort of prudish." When she saw Patty begin to bristle she softened her tone. "Of course times have changed and I don't know what I'd do if I was still single."
Patty sipped her white wine and flushed. Maybe she'd been wrong to confide in Debbie. Best friends or not, girls changed when they got married. She should never have expected Debbie to understand. Debbie had led a very sheltered life.
"You're really crazy about Tony, aren't you?" Debbie said.
Patty nodded. "I never felt like this about anyone before."
"And he made you do it, didn't he?"
Patty's eyes flashed. "I wanted to." She looked miserable. "After he told me how much it meant to him."
Debbie refilled their glasses and patted her friend's hand. "Don't be upset. It's just that I was kind of surprised at first."
Patty had been going steady with Tony for the past two months. She was spending the evening with Debbie while he was out of town and Larry was working. She had just confessed that she and Tony had joined a swinger's club and Debbie had been, predictably, shocked.
The silence made Debbie squirm. She was more shocked than she wanted to admit. But what about me? she thought. I've been pretty wild lately. What if Patty knew all the crazy things I've done?
"Listen," Patty said, "you've got a terrific husband and a wonderful life. But I don't know where I'll be five years from now if I don't find a husband soon.
"But girls are staying single longer nowadays. And you're only twenty. You've got time."
"No, I don't. You ought to see some of the eighteen year olds in my office." Her voice sounded bitter. "Things may have changed for some women, but not for girls like me. I want to get married and if it means swinging with Tony I'll do it." Her eyes flashed defiantly. "Anyway, I love him, so there."
"Oh, Patty."
Patty took her hand away. "And stop looking at me like that. I'm happy with Tony. He's a wonderful lover." She smiled wickedly "You probably don't know how terrific sex can be. I know you adore Larry and all, but let me tell you, pre-marital sex is the best, if you'd only admit it."
Debbie bit her lip, feeling the urge to confess to her own indiscretions and forcing the words back. "Larry and I have a very nice sex life."
"Hmmmm, is that why he works late so much?"
"Well, at least he doesn't make me join a swinger's club."
"Ha! And what makes you so sure he's working? What makes you think he's not with some other woman while you're home all alone all those nights?"
The two friends glared at each ether. "That's a rotten thing to say," Debbie said.
"No worse than what you said about Tony."
"Let's not fight."
"I don't want to fight with you. You're my best friend."
They held hands a moment, wept a little and sipped their wine. "How's... uh... Brad?" Debbie said.
"Jumping from bed to bed as usual," Patty giggled. "Sometimes I swear he's going to wear his cock out before he's forty."
Debbie felt her face grow warm. "I haven't seen him around lately."
Patty glanced at her sharply. "Sometimes I think he and I are more alike than not. He's promiscuous and now I'm turning out to be promiscuous. Do you think it could be in our genes?"
"I don't know anything about genes, but you're my best friend and I love you no matter what."
Patty refilled their glasses. "I knew I could count on you," she said, swirling her wine around her glass. "And I do love Tony so. I'm sure he'll ask me to marry him one of these days."
"What does Brad think of him?"
"He thinks he's a jerk, but who's Brad to talk?" She hiccupped and drained her glass. "With his record he has no right criticizing anyone else."
The two friends had discussed sex for years. As teenagers they had exchanged stories about french kissing, blow-jobs and dry humping. After Debbie got married they seldom discussed sex being married changed things and Debbie felt disloyal to Larry if she discussed their sex life with anyone, even Patty. Still, it was tempting to confess to Patty.
"I lied before," Debbie said. "Things aren't all roses with Larry and me."
"I guessed as much. The way you looked at Brad that night at the shower. Got any more wine?"
"Sure." When she returned with a fresh bottle of wine, Patty was stretched out on the sofa.
"I love getting high," Patty said as Debbie handed her a fresh glass of wine. "Want to talk about it?"
"I'm not sure," Debbie said. The wine was beginning to loosen her tongue, but she was still apprehensive about discussing her sex life with Patty.
Suddenly Patty began unbuttoning her blouse. "This is how it's done at the club," she said, putting her glass down and slipping her blouse off.
"You're not wearing a bra," Debbie said.
"I haven't ever since I met Tony. He thinks my tits are too small, but too nice to hide in a bra." The redhead picked up her wine, held the cold glass between her small firm tits, and giggled. "I'm shocking you, aren't I? But you've seen my tits a million times. And I feel freer without clothes on."
"I don't mind."
Debbie averted her eyes. It was true she'd seen Patty's tits hundreds of times, but tonight she felt a strange longing as she gazed at her friend's tan nipples and pert cone-shaped tits. The feeling was nice but made her uncomfortable nevertheless.
"Want to hear about the swinging?" Patty grinned, swinging one leg and fondling her tits.
"Sure.
"Well, we started out with one other couple at Tony's place. The guy was sort of old, maybe forty, but the woman was our age. Anyway, Tony was hot for the woman. She was blonde with the wildest ass you ever saw. He just couldn't take his eyes off her ass. After a while he took her into the bedroom and left me with the guy. I wasn't too excited about that at first, but the guy turned out to be a pretty good stud. I mean he fucked me twice in less than an hour and gave me some pretty good orgasms. Then Tony and the woman came out and the couple left."
Debbie blinked. "Then what?"
"The next time we got together with another couple again, but we didn't pair off. We changed partners, but all fucked in the living room. I watched Tony fuck the woman and he watched the other guy fuck me. Afterward the guy ate me for hours while the other woman sucked Tony off. It was wild."
"But didn't you feel funny?"
"Not after the first few minutes. The booze helped. Like now. I'm relaxed as a baby. Aren't you?"
"Yes, sort of."
"Anyway, the fucking with Tony gets better all the time."
"Aren't you jealous when you see him with another woman?"
"I was at first, but I'd rather he did it in front of me than behind my back. I don't have any illusions about Tony. If we get married he'll have other women with my consent or without it. I'd rather it was with my consent. Anyway, I love it. I told you. The fucking is great."
"You never even used to use those words."
"Fuck? Why not? It's a perfectly good Anglo-Saxon word."
"I sort of like the words now too." Debbie sipped her wine and gazed at Patty's tits. Hearing about the swinging had aroused her. She even found herself salivating as she stared at Patty's stiff nipples.
"Anyway," Patty continued, "there's nothing like seeing the man you love stick his cock into another woman's cunt."
"I don't think I'd like it."
"If you once saw a cunt open up and gobble up a cock, you'd like it:"
"Is that what it looks like?"
"The first time I saw Tony fuck another woman I swear her pussy looked like a mouth, except for the hair. A mouth about to gobble something delicious."
"Aren't you self-conscious about having others watch you?"
"Not any more. I know you always thought I was sort of prudish, but deep inside I wanted adventure. Well, now I've got it." She giggled. "Now I love to see some gal ride Tony's prick. It's a terrific turn-on."
"You make it sound so inviting," Debbie said, feeling warm and dizzy.
Patty stared at her sharply. "You look like, you're getting turned-on just hearing about it."
"Don't be silly."
Patty swung her legs around and sat up. "Why don't you take your blouse off too and let your tits swing free?"
"Maybe I will."
"I'll help you."
Together the two friends removed Debbie's blouse, unhooked her bra and let her tits bounce free. Patty gazed down with a grin.
"I didn't tell you everything before," she said, touching Debbie's hair gently.
"What did you leave out?" Debbie said, allowing Patty to lead her to the sofa and sitting down.
"I didn't tell you about the time Tony and another guy watched two of us gals make out." With that bombshell, Patty took Debbie in her arms and kissed her.
"But... " Debbie sputtered.
"Don't push me away," Patty said. "Give me your tongue, Deb. That's the way."
What am I doing? Debbie thought. But her body responded and when Patty touched her tits she didn't object.
Patty was the natural aggressor. She slid her smooth tongue in and out of Debbie's mouth and stroked her tits. After a while she eased back.
"A bed is more comfortable than a sofa," she said with a mischievous grin.
When Debbie stared at her open-mouthed. Patty rose up and finished undressing. She wantonly laced her fingers in her reddish cunt bush before sitting back down on the sofa.
"Do I shock you? I assure you plenty of women do it and love it." Rising up, she stood close to Debbie, her pussy only inches from Debbie's face.
"You don't expect me to... " Debbie began.
Patty moved closer. "Why, does the smell of my pussy turn you off?"
"No, not exactly." Debbie sat motionless, her heart beating loudly and her ears ringing.
"Can you smell my sex?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Doesn't it even tempt you?"
"A little."
"Come." The redhead took her hand. "Let's get into bed."
Once Debbie entered her bedroom, she knew she was lost. She immediately removed the rest of her clothes and joined Patty on the bed.
Without a word they reached for each other. They kissed passionately. Patty's hands were all over her, exciting every nerve-ending in her body.
"How can you touch me there?" Debbie said. Patty kissed her way down Debbie's throat and delicately tongued her tits. Debbie trembled when the redhead sucked one of her nipples into her mouth.
"I'm very excited when I touch you there," Patty said. She ran her tongue around and around Debbie's huge tits while her fingers explored the rest of her body.
"I don't know if I could do it," Debbie said, but she writhed her ass and welcomed Patty's hands between her legs.
Patty licked her stiff pink nipples greedily. "You'll see. In a little while I won't be able to stop you."
Patty sucked Debbie's nipples until they tingled. At the same time her fingers moved inside Debbie's cunt lips and touched her raw slick inner folds.
Debbie moaned at the intimate caress. In her heart she thought what they were doing was perverse, but her body longed for it and her body won. When Patty snaked a finger into her cunt hole, Debbie opened her legs wider and welcomed it.
The friends kissed again, eager, hot kisses, open-mouthed and hungry. They used their tongues like cocks, flicking them into each other's mouth like hungry little animals.
Without realizing what she was doing, Debbie reached for Patty's tits and squeezed them. Small though they were, fondling another woman's tits was a definite turn-on.
"Feel me up," Patty moaned. "Feel me all over."
Debbie lowered her head and sucked one of Patty's nipples into her mouth. Patty groaned, cradling Debbie's head against her chest.
The horny young wife couldn't get enough of her friend's tits. She sucked mouthfuls of tit flesh into her mouth and kissed every inch of them. At the moment Patty's small tits were the sexiest thing in the world. And she could tell that Patty was enjoying herself too. She encouraged Debbie to suck both tits and hugged her so hard Debbie had trouble breathing.
"I do love it," Debbie said. "I do."
"Don't go crazy yet," Patty said. "There's more of me you haven't even explored." She eased Debbie down on her back and kissed the tip of her nose. "Now- we're lovers and best friends. I feel so close to you at this moment."
"I feel close to you too." Debbie's voice sounded like it was coming from another body.
Now Patty kissed her way down from Debbie's tits to her belly button. Debbie rolled her head from side to side in wanton ecstasy.
"You're kissing me down there," she said hoarsely.
"Do you like it?" Patty breathed, licking her friend's muff.
"Oh, yes!"
Debbie quivered helplessly as Patty lapped her tongue up and down her slit. Her pussy throbbed and moistened. She jerked her hips and thrust her beaver into Patty's face.
Patty finally flicked her tongue aggressively around Debbie's cunt as she ate her. Debbie raised her ass and crashed against Patty's face.
"Do me too," Patty said, twisting around and dropping her pussy over Debbie's face.
Debbie stared at Patty's reddish cunt-bush and puffy-looking pussy. Her cunt was wet and open-looking. When Patty opened her legs wide, she could see her clit bobbing around.
After a moment's hesitation Debbie flicked her tongue out and tasted Patty's pussy. She was amazed at how much she liked it.
"Tongue me," Patty said as she flicked her tongue back and forth over Debbie's clit.
"I will," Debbie cried. "Oh, I love when you lick my clit like that! I will!"
Spurred on by her approaching orgasm, Debbie pressed her mouth against Patty's twat. She sucked in a frenzy, giving as good as she got.
When she thrust her tongue into Patty's cunt hole, the redhead wiggled her ass approvingly and returned the favor. When she moved her fingers into Patty's ass crack and fondled her hung, Patty giggled.
"You're wonderful," she said.
Debbie's passion drove her On. Her pussy was aching for every flick of Patty's tongue. She tightened her grip on Patty's head and soon her full white thighs were clamped shut around Patty's face.
"Sweet Jesus, I've created a monster," Patty said.
Debbie ground her emit against Patty's mouth. "I'm coming, Patty," she cried. "Dear God, I'm coming so good!"
Patty grabbed hold of her ass and held her tightly as Debbie shivered through her orgasm. When Patty came, Debbie did the same for her.
"Dear God, how we've both changed," Patty panted as they recovered their breath.
"You don't know the half of it," Debbie said.
CHAPTER FIVE
In the following days Debbie relived the afternoon spent with Patty over and over again. She was amazed at how little guilt and embarrassment she felt. She had actually engaged in a lesbian act and enjoyed it. She felt as if she was suddenly growing up and that she might be leaving Larry far behind.
One morning after Larry left for work the doorbell rang. She hadn't dressed or made up yet and had just started on her housework. She remembered that Patty was stopping by on her way to work.
At first she was embarrassed. Patty looked so pretty and well-dressed. But what really surprised her was that Patty wasn't alone. She had two men with her.
The dark handsome one was Tony. Patty introduced him to Debbie with a nervous giggle. "You don't mind that I brought the boys, do you?" Patty said as they walked into the house.
"You'll have to excuse my appearance," Debbie said, pushing a strand of hair back. "I didn't know you were bringing anyone."
Patty seemed to be enjoying her discomfort. "Tony wanted to meet my best friend and since his friend Bill is staying with him I thought it'd be okay," Patty said.
Both men smiled at Debbie, embarrassing her even more. She glanced down at her oversized shirt and old jeans. "If I'd known you were coming I'd have put makeup on."
"With that body," Tony said, "you don't need anything else, honey."
Patty shot him a glance. Something about the gleam in his eyes told Debbie he had no intention of marrying Patty.
"This is my buddy, Bill," Tony said, leering at her flirtatiously.
"I'm glad to meet you, Bill," Debbie said. There was a long pause as both men stared at her tits. Debbie said, "Patty will pour you some coffee while I dress, won't you, Patty?"
"Why bother?" Patty said. "You look okay to me."
When Bill asked where the bathroom was, Debbie showed him the way and at the same time went upstairs to change. "I'll be down in a minute," she called out to Patty. "Make yourselves at home."
After a quick shower, she brushed her hair, made up her face and slipped into a robe. Within fifteen minutes she joined the others in the living room. They were drinking coffee and laughing at something Tony said. Debbie sat down and waited for a pause in the conversation.
"Don't you have to go to work?" she said to Patty.
Patty frowned. "Why? Want to get rid of me?"
Debbie felt herself blush. "No, of course not."
After a few awkward minutes, Patty glanced at her watch and turned to Bill. "Come with me," she said. "There's something I want you to see in the yard."
Debbie watched her best friend take Bill's arm and walk outside. Within a moment Tony was at her side. She realized then what was going on.
"You're everything Patty said and more," Tony smirked, putting his arm around her neck.
"Patty's my best friend," she began.
"Yeah, she told me. I'm not one for bullshit. Are you up for an orgy?"
Debbie blinked. "An orgy?"
"Yeah, two and two. Patty said you'd dig the scene.
Debbie felt herself blushing. "What else did Patty say?"
"Oh, fuck," he muttered under his breath, "Are you gonna play hard to get?"
"I don't know what Patty told you, but I... " He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her against him. "Are you trying to tell me you don't want to get fucked?"
"What did Patty tell you?" Her mind whirled. She had never met a man so blunt.
"It's show time, baby," he said. "Time for me to fuck or I get real mean."
He pulled her to her feet and began pawing her. "Stop that," she said, but she giggled when he gazed at her with an innocent expression.
Just then Bill walked back into the room. "I see you two have started," he said.
"Not really," Debbie said as she beat her fists on Tony's chest. "Where's Patty?"
"Upstairs," Tony grinned.
"You all planned this," she said.
Bill moved to her side. Now both men began fondling her. She turned from one to the other. Where was Patty?
Her better judgment told her to put a stop to this orgy, or whatever it was called. But her body sizzled, especially the warm spot between her legs.
Their hands were all over her, but they left her robe intact and in some strange way they were gentle. At one point Tony french-kissed her while Bill removed his pants. When he was down to his shorts, Tony stripped too. The two men then kissed and fondled Debbie until she yielded and removed her robe. When she was naked, she gazed at Tony's cock and then at Bill's. No wonder Patty was so crazy about Tony.
She suddenly began giggling hysterically. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had just met these men and now she was standing between them, bare-ass naked and horny.
"Got a bed up there?" Tony said, stroking her ass.
Bill grinned and said nothing. Debbie finally stopped laughing. "Yes, I guess we would be more comfortable up there."
"Where the hell's that redhead?" Tony muttered as they went upstairs.
"That's what I was thinking" Debbie said, leading the way to the master bedroom.
"I'll be with you in a minute," Patty called out from the bathroom.
In the bedroom, Debbie closed the blinds and switched on a dim light. The two men again surrounded her, but when Patty entered the room they turned to her.
She was stark naked. "Surprised, Deb?" she smiled.
The two friends embraced. "Not really," Debbie whispered. "But why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think you'd do it."
"It's kind of wild, but it's exciting! Incidentally, Tony's a dream."
"Bill's a good fuck when he gets started." It was obvious she wanted Debbie to concentrate her attention on Bill.
After a few moments of deliberation the men pulled the women down on the bed. Tony took Debbie in his arms and kissed her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Bill climb on top of Patty and zero in on her cunt.
Debbie was struck by Tony's masculinity. He knew just where to touch her and where to kiss her to both relax and excite her. He lay his body down on top of hers and continued kissing her.
"Patty wasn't lying about you," he said.
By now Patty had her mouth stuffed with Bill's cock. Debbie clung to Tony, but watched her friend devour Bill's rapidly growing prick.
"So are you," she said.
"Ready for my cock?" Tony said, reaching between them and rubbing his cock against her snatch.
Her pussy ached to be filled with good, stiff cock-meat. He touched her clit. Thick juice spilled out of her pussy as she writhed her ass.
"Fuck me!" she cried.
The other couple paused. Patty giggled softly and Bill chuckled. Debbie ignored them when Tony grabbed his prick and stuffed it into her pussy.
"Now this is a pussy!" Tony snickered as his cock soared into her.
He fucked her quickly and came sooner than she anticipated. But she was ready and had been from the beginning. She raised her legs in the air and fucked back at his prick.
He smashed into her while his cock shot a steady stream of jism into her pussy, Suddenly he pulled out, rammed his cock into her mouth and forced the rest of his load down her throat.
She continued sucking his cock long after it softened. They both watched Patty and Bill. Bill was coming in Patty's mouth and a string of spunk oozed down her chin.
"Hey, hon," Tony said, pinching her nipples. "Feel how hard it's getting?"
Debbie was startled to find his cock was indeed getting hard again. In a moment it was inside her cunt and this, time he fucked her slowly and leisurely.
She couldn't help but notice Patty's tits. Her pert nipples had darkened and erected. Her round tits bobbed delightfully.
"Good fuck," Tony grunted, kissing her neck and ears and throat.
"Can you do it faster?" Debbie said politely. He slid his hands under her ass, raising her up until her ass was off the bed. He corkscrewed his prick into her and abruptly pulled out.
"Yeah, but not now," he said.
He lay on his side, palming his prick while he watched Patty pour hand lotion over Bill's cock. Debbie flopped down on her belly and joined him.
Patty rubbed the lotion into Bill's cock and balls. She smiled at Tony and winked at Debbie.
How could I ever think she was a prude? Debbie thought. I wonder how long she's been so wild?
Suddenly Patty tossed the bottle of lotion at Debbie. "Use it on Tony," she said.
Tony stretched out, smiled and pointed his cock at Debbie. She immediately began painting his cock and balls with the lotion.
"It feels like jizz, doesn't it?" he said.
"A little," Debbie said.
Then he was on top of her again, plunging his prick into her pussy and biting her nipples. He rolled over until she landed on top. She raised and lowered her cunt, taking his prick deep inside her.
Bill was fucking Patty again and the two seemed to be thrusting in tandem. Tony lurched upward, rolling over again and landing on top. Again he came, and this time the lips of her pussy grabbed his cock as she climaxed.
The rest of the morning passed quickly. By noon the men were gone and Debbie and Patty discussed the orgy.
"Isn't he wonderful?" Patty said, her eyes shining as she talked about Tony.
Debbie wrinkled her nose. "He's sexy, but do you think you ought to get so involved with a man like him?"
Patty's smile disappeared and she winced, "I know what you're thinking and I don't want to hear it. I love him and I'm going to marry him if it's the last thing I do!"
* * *
"Well, well, well."
The voice was familiar and not entirely unexpected. It was Tony. He'd returned an hour after Patty left. Debbie had changed to a halter top sundress and she had no choice but to invite him in.
"Why are you here?" she said as she led him into the living room.
He swaggered over to the sofa and sat down.
"You know why." He patted the seat next to him and she sat down. "That's a very pretty dress."
"Thanks." She thought of Patty, but decided she was being silly. Tony was an intriguing man and what Patty didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"You're a very pretty girl," Tony said, his eyes shifting from her tits to her face.
"I think I expected you to return." His smile revealed his strong white teeth. "Got something to drink?" He rose up, grasped her arm and propelled her toward the kitchen.
They brought their drinks back to the living room. "I really prefer having you to myself," he said. "How about going to bed-where we both want to be?"
Debbie hesitated. "Why did you agree to the orgy if you don't like it?"
"Swinging's great." He grinned sexily. "And besides, I met you, didn't I?"
She felt as if she had no choice. He led her upstairs and she let him caress her. "Patty's crazy about you," she said. "I really shouldn't be doing this."
"Patty's a good kid, but a little serious for me. Anyway, I like married women. They know the score."
Her heart pounded and her knees felt weak. "When you kiss me like that I just get so-" He cut her off by snaking his tongue into her mouth.
"You have gorgeous tits," he said.
"Thanks."
"Take your dress off. I want to see them again."
Debbie blushed as she untied her halter top. He chuckled as she pulled her dress over her head and stood before him naked.
"You knew I'd be back, didn't you?" he said. "I... "she stuttered as once again he cut her words off with a kiss.
"You afraid I can't get it up again?" He cupped her tits, yanking on them until she protested.
"You're hurting me."
"I can get it up again, baby," he said, squeezing her tits and licking the tips.
"Why don't you get undressed too?" she whispered.
He stared at her for a long moment. "Yeah," he hissed huskily.
She was awed by her feelings. As he undressed she was struck anew with his masculinity. She wanted to please him, wanted him to like her.
Was she falling in love with him too?
She settled down on the bed and waited. "I wanted you to come back," she said. When she heard her own words, she blushed. "I wanted to be alone with you, too."
When he joined her on the bed, he took her into his arms and dragged his tongue over her tits. He worked his way down her belly to her muff and the throbbing split between her legs.
"Yeah, baby, I know," he said.
When his warm breath surged over her cunt, she melted against him. "No wonder Patty's so crazy about you." She spread her legs to encourage him.
"Let's not talk about her. You're delicious," he said, tirelessly licking her pussy.
The feel of his tongue on her cunt made her quiver all over. "Let me suck your cock," she said.
"Did Patty tell you we swing?" he said, stretching out on his back while she crawled between his legs.
She gobbled his cock head into her mouth.
He grimaced. "Maybe you and your old-man will join us sometime."
"My husband doesn't know about any of this."
He rammed his prick into her throat. She was amazed at how deep she could take it without gagging.
"Maybe he'll find out."
"No, he'll never find out."
"Lick my balls, baby."
"Anything." She greedily lapped her tongue over his balls while she pumped his cock. "I'll lick you anywhere you say."
She wasn't surprised when he pushed her around until they were in the sixty-nine position. A thrill surged through her when his tongue touched her clit.
She slid her lips up and down his shaft and fondled his balls. He thrust his tongue into her cunt and lapped up her juices.
She snaked her tongue into his ass-crack and hungrily licked his bung. Bristly hairs surrounded his shitter and she took a few into her mouth and tugged at them lightly.
Then he changed position again and he was inside her, fucking her hard and fast. His balls slapped her ass and his shaft rubbed her clit.
She moaned constantly as he drove his prick into her. Her arms encircled his neck and his fingers dug into her ass as he stroked.
She wasn't sure when he switched from her cunt to her asshole, but suddenly he was in her hung and splitting her in two with his wild thrusts.
His entire body jerked when he came. He was fucking her so fast she thought he might hurt her, but her ecstasy overwhelmed her and she stopped thinking.
"More! More! More!" she cried mindlessly as her pussy spasmed.
CHAPTER SIX
She sucked his cock hard, all her unbridled passion going into the act. The boy, a mere teen, sawed his prick into her mouth and groaned.
His name was Sly and he delivered their morning paper. One day when he came to collect the monthly bill, Debbie invited him into the house. One thing led to another and now she was blowing him.
Patty and Tony were in Vegas and she was bored. Or so she told herself. In truth she'd had her eye an the boy for months. In her search for sexual fulfillment, she had not yet fucked a boy Sly's age.
Even his name turned her on, Sly. There was something sly and sneaky about him. About the way he stared at her and brushed her tits with his arms when she handed him the check each month.
And now they were finally making it. The moment of orgasm was approaching and he pulled on her hair to warn her. But instead of releasing him, she nodded her head vigorously.
He came with a force that alarmed her momentarily. But she quickly regained control and happily took his teenaged glue down her throat.
Now she wondered how she could get him to fuck her on a regular basis. A regular fuck with a randy teenager was just what she needed. And a boy like Sly was perfect. He was horny and hard-cocked. Even now she felt his cock swelling in her still sucking mouth.
One last shot of jizz entered her mouth. It was like an added bonus and she let it roll around her tongue before swallowing it down. His jism appeared to be endless. And she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel gushing into her pussy.
"It'll get hard again," the boy said. She dropped his cock from her mouth and kissed the tip. "I know," she whispered.
Wiping the excess jism from her lips, she sighed contentedly. She rose up, sat down next to him, and caught her breath.
They were in the kitchen. He was slumped on a chair, his cock out and his eyes closed. She was fully dressed, but her lipstick was smudged and her hair needed a combing.
"I'll bet you think I'm awful," she breathed. He smirked, leaving his cock out and brazenly eyeing her tits. "Hey, I think you're terrific, Mrs. Mallory."
"Call me Debbie."
"Glad to."
He was bold and she like that. "Was it good for you?" she said.
"You kidding? It was great."
"Flatterer."
"Hey, there must be a million guys who'd like to be in my place right now."
"What about girls your age?" He shrugged. "They're kids." She crossed her legs. "So are you."
"You're not so much older than me."
She toyed with the gold chain around her neck.
His eyes clouded. "I'd sure like a chance to fuck you."
"You'll get it."
"I will?"
She leaned forward to show him some cleavage. "You said it would get hard again."
They both glanced dawn at his cock. It leaned limply against his thigh. He flushed. "It doesn't look too promising right now."
"I can help you."
"You must like sucking cock."
She licked her lips. "Why not? And do you like giving head?"
"Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. Some girls smell real raunchy."
"I know what you mean. Some guys smell raunchy too."
He snickered. "Yeah, but guys are different." Debbie tossed her hair back. She had to take shit from Larry, but not from this kid. "Are you trying to say you won't go down on me?" she said.
"I didn't say that." His eyes followed her as she moved around the kitchen.
"Here, have a Coke," she said.
Their fingers brushed, he rose up and kissed her. When she opened her mouth, he frenched her.
"It's getting hard," he said. "See?"
She glanced down and saw his cock stirring. "Yes, it certainly is."
She rubbed up against him, but suddenly the teenager pulled away. "Let's fuck," he said.
He tried shoving his cock into her, but it wasn't hard enough and she protested. "Why don't we get into a bed and do it right?" she said.
"Sure, why not? It's okay with me." His eyes darted around suspiciously.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" she smiled. "Let's go upstairs."
"What if your husband comes home?"
She giggled. "You've been reading too many books. My husband won't be home for hours."
Taking him by the hand, she led him up to the bedroom. He was out of his clothes and on the bed before she had a chance to finish undressing.
When she joined him, they spent several minutes kissing and touching and exploring each other's bodies. From the neck down they looked so right together. Both bodies were young and strong and vital. But when she gazed at his face she saw raw youth and knew that to him she was an older woman.
He was all over her. Bending her over, he kissed all the way down her throat to her cleavage. When she tried pushing his head down to her pussy, he sat up.
"Why not try a real woman's pussy?" she said.
"I will," he said lamely.
She tousled his hair. "It really turns me on to have my pussy kissed."
"I guess since you did it for me "It's all part of lovemaking, Sly. Remember how you liked when I blew you?"
"Yeah, there's nothing like a blow-job."
"Well, a woman likes having her pussy licked too. I get so hot when I get my pussy licked." She lowered-her voice deliberately to sound as sexy as possible.
"You get excited, huh?"
"Men have told me I'm a better fuck when I've had my cunt eaten first."
"I never thought of it that way."
As they chatted he stared at her tits. Now she hefted them in her hands and toyed with her nipples. "Eat me, Sly," she breathed softly.
"Can I suck your tits first?"
"Yes, lick and, suck my tits all over. But remember, there's another snack waiting for you, just a few inches down."
He grinned, grabbing her and pushing her down. He kissed her lips before burying his face against her tits.
"Jesus, Debbie, you're all right."
His lips and tongue felt so good on her tits, she felt her pussy creaming. She cradled his head against her chest.
"So are you, Sly." He licked her tits in a circular motion, using one hand to fondle while his mouth worked its wonders. He licked and kissed every inch of her massive tits and then sucked her nipples until they tingled.
He concentrated on her left nipple, nipping it with his teeth and lashing it with his tongue. Then he moved to her right nipple and did the same thing.
The young paperboy had fucked a few other housewives on his route, but none were as succulent as Debbie Mallory. He even looked forward to going down on her. Not that he much liked the smell, but she was so pretty and her tits were so damned big.
After a while Debbie had to pull his mouth off her tits. "Eat me," she said. She had been on the brink of orgasm, but she needed some cunt-action to get off.
"Now?" His voice was muffled by her tits. "NOW," she said forcefully. A girl had to stand up for her rights sometimes.
Crouching on his knees before her, he wiped his mouth and looked self-conscious. "Here goes," he said.
When she felt the tip of his tongue on her clit she almost came. She clamped her thighs around his head and imprisoned him. He quickly buried his face in her pussy.
"You're doing just fine," she said. "Just fine."
She pushed her cunt against his sucking mouth so forcefully he was forced to hold her down. When he flicked his tongue into her cunt, she writhed wildly.
To let her know he didn't object to his chore, he rubbed his nose against her clit and cunt hole. She instinctively understood.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "Make me come a few times and give your cock time to get hard."
"Shit, I can't wait to fuck you."
"Me too. Do that again."
"Like this?" He snaked his tongue into her pussy.
"No." She guided his tongue over her clit. "Lick me here. Mmmmm, yes. That's perfect."
"Jesus, Debbie, your cunt really tastes good. You were right. I could get off on this."
"Now here," she said, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Stick your finger in me. Oh, yes! Now two fingers. In and out. Like that. Oh yes, that's good. Do it faster. That's right. Faster. Use them like a cock. Now lick my clit. That's right. Oh, God, I'm coming!"
She threw herself at his mouth and fingers as her ecstasy overwhelmed her. The boy used his tongue and fingers and lips with skill and patience. He vibrated her clit with his tongue tip and finger-fucked her cunt. She thrashed around wildly and from time to time he had to hold her down.
"I want to be fucked!" she shrieked.
She shook all over as she crashed through another orgasm. The teenaged boy loosened her grip on his head when she threatened to crush him with her strong thighs.
He continued frigging and tonguing her while she writhed around. When she finally stopped moaning, he held her in his arms and kissed her.
"Oh, Sly, you're a real man," she said. He rocked her in his arms. "Thanks to you," he said.
He had become very excited while he ate her. His cock was hard again and pulsating against her belly. She touched it and smiled.
"It's like a piece of steel," she said. He grinned. "Can we fuck now?"
"In a minute. Let me catch my breath." Silence. Then Sly cleared his throat. "Will you suck it again?"
Debbie pressed up against him and kissed him hungrily. "Yes, I will." She opened her mouth and frenched him. "Especially since you just ate me so good."
His arms tightened around her, mashing her huge tits against his chest. She felt a rush of warmth for the boy. He was so young and so eager to please.
Overwhelmed with affection for the teenager, she dropped to her knees before him and took his cock in her fist. She gazed down at her as she squeezed his prick.
"Oh, baby," she said, pressing the length of his cock against her warm cheek.
"Jesus, Debbie," he said, caressing her hair. "Don't bring me off," huh? I still want to fuck you."
She peppered his cock-shaft with kisses. "And I want you to fuck me."
His hard cock fired her blood anew. She would be careful not to get him too excited. She wouldn't be satisfied until he fucked her.
Holding his prick upward toward her mouth, she covered the cock-knob with her lips. She sucked gently, licking the flared rim as if it were a lollipop.
When she took the entire prick-knob in her mouth, he groaned. She felt him tremble and fluttered her tongue up and down the length of his cock-shaft.
He grabbed her head and tried forcing his prick into her mouth. She held his cock root and bit down lightly on the tip of his cock-head.
She deliberately drooled around his cock and then licked it up. At intervals she slid her lips down to the base of his prick and swallowed around his cock-knob.
She sucked eagerly and with abandon, no longer fearful that he would shoot off in her mouth. She was determined to fuck him no matter how long it took to get his cock hard again.
Now she eagerly licked the underside of his dick and sucked the juice out of his piss-slit. She felt a rush in her pussy. Even after the lovely orgasms he'd given her, she was still hot.
She chomped away on his cock head and pressed down on the flared rim. She fondled his balls, loving the way he was twisting around.
Driven on by sheer lust, the horny housewife began bobbing her head up and down as she took his prick into her throat. Suddenly he pulled out, or fell out, and she quickly sucked him back in.
"Lick my balls," he said.
She managed to suck part of his ball-bag into her mouth. She could tell from his repaint that he liked it so she did the same to the other half.
"Jesus, Debbie, I've just got to fuck you now!"
She let him push her down on her back. He got on top of her, his cock swaying and bobbing as he assumed his position.
"Make it last," she whispered softly.
She spread her legs wide apart. He moistened his lips as her cunt lips opened wide to reveal the crimson folds inside.
Grasping her ass with one hand, he guided his prick into her succulent pussy. When his cock head was lodged inside, he pushed in and her eager cunt sucked in the rest. "Fuck me, Sly," she moaned. "Shit, Debbie, you bet!"
He stroked blissfully, sawing his cock in and out of her pussy. "Kiss me," she said.
When he bent down to kiss her, she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his back. He was forced to thrust slowly, which in fact had been Debbie's plan.
"I want you to concentrate on lasting a long time," she said.
"I'll try," he said.
She was surprised at her aggressiveness. The old Debbie took what she got. The new Debbie had learned how to take care of her needs. And yet she cared about her young lover too. She wanted to give him the fuck of his young life.
"Can you feel my pussy squeezing your cock?" she said.
"Yeah, I sure can."
"I've been told it feels like a leather glove." He grinned, his face flushed and damp with perspiration. "I never felt a glove on my cock, but it sure feels tight."
"I want to make you feel good."
"You are."
"Pull out a little more. Leave just your cock-head inside. Then push in hard. That's right. Make your balls slap my ass. Oh, yes! That's the way!" If she couldn't make her husband give her what she needed she could certainly train her young lover. She held his ass to control his strokes as well as give him new sensations. When she felt him tremble, she told him to fuck her harder.
He let loose with a hard thrust and then another. She tightened her legs around his back, attaching her cunt to his prick.
"A little slower," she said. "Now a little faster. Oh, yes, I love it! Oh, yes!" She whimpered as his cock rasped lovingly against her clit.
After she came he began ramming into her. He grunted as he drew closer to his climax. When he finally came, she held him tightly and relished the feel of his jism shooting into her.
His control gone, he continued pistoning his prick into her. She clung to him happily, delighted to be used as the receptacle for his spunk, "You were wonderful" she said when he regained his breath and rested in her arms.
"Did I come too soon?"
"No. You lasted longer than a lot of men I know."
"You're not mad that I came inside you?"
"I loved it."
"Can we do it again?"
"Not now, but next week."
"I was hoping you'd want to do it again." He grinned boyishly. "I'll be better next time!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Debbie was worried about Larry. He lost out on his promotion again and began drinking heavily. As much as she enjoyed her new liberation she still loved her husband and his state of mind concerned her.
One night when he rolled into bed drunk she convinced him to fuck her and come inside her. It was a first and she enjoyed it, but week later when he was sober he again withdrew before he came.
A few days later he was late arriving home and she felt a stab of fear when she heard his key in the door.
"It's just your failure of a husband" he said, slurring his words as he staggered into the house., "Oh, honey!" she said, rushing to greet him. He grinned crookedly, swaying back and forth as he removed his coat. "Hi, hon. How about a drink?"
She guided him into the living room. He sat down heavily in his favorite chair and pulled her onto his lap.
"I'm drunk," he said, kissing her ear. "Oh, baby, why have you been drinking so much?"
"Because I'm a failure. Get me a drink."
"Just because you haven't been promoted yet?"
"Isn't that a good enough reason?"
He pushed her off his lap and she had no choice but to fix him a drink. He nodded approvingly when she handed him the glass.
"I still say if you had the boss over I might get further with this damn company." He giggled drunkenly. "The damn fucking company."
Debbie dropped down at his feet and hugged his legs, ignoring the dig about having his boss over. She knew that was just his way of venting his spleen. His language, however, excited her.
"You never used to talk that way."
He tousled her hair and took a big gulp of his drink. "I thought you'd like that. Anyway, how about having the boss over?" He hiccupped, belched and snickered.
"I'd be happy to have your boss and his wife over any time you say."
Despite his drunken state she was filled with warmth and love. At times like this he needed her. At times like this she was ashamed of her wild behavior.
"Let's fuck, toots," he said, spilling some of his drink on her arm.
"Maybe you ought to sleep it off first."
"Fuck sleeping it off!"
She giggled despite herself. "I get turned on when you talk like that."
"Yeah, well, I owe you one, babe. I guess I've been kind of a deadhead."
"I love you, darling," she said, tears filling her eyes.
"I love you too, more booze." He handed her his glass which she reluctantly refilled.
They sat in silence while he drank his second scotch. He opened his tie and loosened his belt buckle. For the first time Debbie noticed the slight paunch he was developing and she felt a surge of affection.
"Are you hungry?" she said.
"Naw, I'm drinking."
"I worry that you're drinking too much." He chuckled mirthlessly. "What's a guy to do? I tried being a good, upright, sober guy and where does it get me?"
"You've got to stop coming down so hard on yourself. You're a terrific worker. Smart and capable. Maybe you ought to quit that job and find something else."
"Next you'll be telling me you want to go to work."
"I will if it'll help."
"No wife of mine is going to work."
"Lots of women work."
"Yeah and lots of women fuck around too."
Debbie blushed, glad he couldn't see her face. "You don't worry that I'll ever cheat on you. Do you, honey?"
He chuckled drunkenly. "Hell, no! You're not that sexy, Deb."
If he only knew, she thought.
They sat in silence a while. Then Larry leaned over, grabbing one of her tits. "Get undressed and we'll fuck," he said, draining his glass.
"If you're in the mood, I am too," she said, rising up and kissing him.
He followed her upstairs, pinching her ass as she walked. She began undressing, but he kept his clothes on.
"I've got a wife with the biggest tits in town and I don't appreciate her," he said, coming up behind her and taking her into his arms.
She parted her legs as she rubbed against him. "Sure you do, honey."
"No, I don't," he mumbled. When she craned her neck to gaze at him, she noticed he was crying. "I've got a wife with a wet cunt and I don't fuck her enough, either."
She twisted around and faced him. "Oh, darling, you're being too hard on yourself."
His tears disappeared and he grinned. "But not hard enough in your pussy, huh?"
"Oh, Larry!"
She helped him undress. He fell back on the bed, his cock barely stirring. "I'm a failure," he said.
"I love you, Larry." She cuddled him in her arms.
He sighed deeply and nestled against her pillowy tits. "You're the greatest, Deb. I haven't done right by you."
"Yes you have. You've made me very happy."
"I don't fuck you like you want it."
"Yes you do."
"You're so sweet, hon. You really ought to punch me out."
She playfully pinched his arm. "Okay. If you want to fight, we'll fight." Straddling him, she pretended to sock his chest.
He grabbed her wrists. Her tits wobbled from side to side. He glanced down, smirked and released her arms.
"I know guys who'd love to suck your tits. Oh, baby, sometimes I'm such an asshole!"
She took him into her arms and kissed him gently. He threw his arms around her and wept. "There, there," she murmured soothingly.
She kissed his face as a mother would kiss a child. When she reached his lips, he opened his mouth.
Suddenly the kiss became passionate. On an impulse Debbie plunged her tongue into his. mouth. She knew from experience that a good fuck would calm him down and relax him. God knows she could use one too. So she pressed up against him and kissed him again. Now his tongue darted into her mouth and he tightened his grip on her.
"Oh, baby, I love you," he said. "And I love you."
"Have you felt us drifting apart lately?"
"No," she lied.
"I guess we're not then."
His lips felt sweet and hot on her face. He finally pulled back and buried his face in her neck.
"Let's fuck, baby."
His words excited the horny housewife. He was using the words. Now if she could only get him to come in her again.
"Larry, I feel this is like a new beginning for us."
"Debbie... Debbie... God, I'm sorry I've been such a failure."
Before she could protest he covered her lips with kisses. His tongue explored the insides of her mouth and she strained against him.
She felt his hard-on. Despite all the booze his cock felt nice and stiff. She curled her fingers around the shaft and began moving only his cock-skin up and down. He pushed her hand away. He was the same old Larry, always wanting to control every move she made. But she loved him anyway.
"Do you want me to suck your cock?" she said.
"Why the hell not?"
He made her go downstairs first and fix him another drink. When she returned, he was fast asleep. Careful not to disturb him, she climbed onto the bed. His eyes opened and he reached for the drink.
"Lost my hard-on," he said.
She squeezed his cock lightly. It had softened, but it was still hard. "No, you didn't," she said softly. "Sweet Debbie," he said, draining his glass. "Deserves the best and look what she's got."
A swell of love gripped her. She kissed him on the lips and leaned her tits on his chest. "Maybe you just ought to sleep now."
"No." He rolled on top of her heavily. "No, I said I'd fuck you and I keep my promises."
Grabbing her ass with both hands, he tried shoving his prick inside her. A moan escaped her lips. The feel of his prick on her pussy-slit made her weak.
Grabbing one of her tits, he flicked her nipple back and forth. "Just relax, honey" she said. "That feels good."
"Poor Deb," he murmured, still fondling her tits. She snaked a finger into her pussy. She rubbed her clit and sank her index finger into her hole. After a moment, he noticed and substituted his own finger.
"Can't fuck you yet, but I sure as hell can finger you."
"Mmmmmmm, that's nice, darling."
She twisted around, encouraging him to thrust a second finger into her pussy. For the first time since that fateful night with Brad she enjoyed Larry's fucking.
Suddenly his mouth came down on hers, not gently, but almost fiercely. She hugged him to her, lips parted and tongue crashing into his mouth. He captured her tongue in his mouth and bit down on it. The pain was exciting, as was the feel of his hands on her tits.
"You'd never cheat on me, would you, Deb?" he said.
Her heart skipped a beat. "What makes you ask such a question?" she said.
His cock thrust up from his crotch, hard and blood-engorged. He quickly mounted her and stuck it into her cunt.
"Here," he said. "And forget the question, I know you'd never cheat on me."
"Oh, darling!" She humped up and down as he fucked her.
Suddenly he pulled out, frowned and reached for his drink. "Be back in a minute, hon," he said.
"Oh, Larry, do you have to drink so much?" He winked. "You can't say I don't fuck you."
His cock swayed when he moved and she reached for it. "Please put it in me, baby," she said.
After he drained the glass he entered her again. He stroked in and out, but seemed preoccupied. Still, his cock rubbed her clit very nicely. Lifting her ass up, she tried impaling herself on his cock. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted to devour his prick with her pussy. "Good fuck, darling," she said.
He stopped thrusting, glared down at her and slapped her face. "I don't want my wife to use that kind of language." Then he smiled and began thrusting again.
Tears filled her eyes. She raised her hand and touched her cheek. She was more hurt than anything. "But you've been talking like that lately."
"I'm a man. It's okay for me."
She realized then that it was the booze talking. "Whatever you say, darling," she said. "I love you so much."
"Good old Deb," he muttered.
His hands came down under her ass-checks and, held her tightly. She was surprised and pleased when he snaked them into her ass crack. Suddenly he lunged forward and for the first time the full length of his prick was inside her.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed, raising her legs and thrashing them in the air.
His cock slid into her with ease. He mumbled something under his breath, but she paid little attention. She concentrated on the feeling in her cunt as his cock entered and left her velvety soft passage.
She tilted her ass back and thrust up forcefully as he stroked. He cork-screwed a few times, grinding his bristly cock-bush against her cunt-bush.
"You love it, don't you?" he said. "Jesus, Deb, I never knew you were so hot-blooded."
"You're a wonderful lover, darling."
His cock slid in and out steadily now and it felt like a piece of steel inside her. Her clit was on fire, demanding release, but the tension was lovely.
"Darling, darling, darling," she said, rolling her head from side to side and working her hips up and down.
"You can say fuck, Deb," he giggled. "It's sort of cute."
He had forgotten he slapped her, but she wasn't going to take the chance of making him angry again. When his cock pulsated inside her, she squeezed down around it in attempt to give him as much pleasure as possible.
He grimaced, not moving as she trapped his cock inside her hot cunt. Her pussy caressed and fondled it for a moment and then he started stroking again.
"You're making me come, darling," she cried, feeling her orgasm approach.
It was the, moment of utter tension and delicious suspense. The time when her orgasm was only a breath away.
Her nipples were swollen with lust. She was barely aware when Larry bent down and kissed them. He slowed down his stroking and she writhed her ass in a desperate attempt to go over the edge.
"Come on!" he said harshly, causing her to lose her concentration.
"Make-me come! "she cried breathlessly, her teeth chattering as he pounded her. "I want to feel you come too. I want you to come inside me. Please, darling. Please!"
She pulled her knees back and strained against him. He was fucking her hard and fast, but the delicate moment was past and her orgasm eluded her. She almost wept with disappointment. She saw from the expression on his face that he would pull out when he came.
"No! Please!" she shrieked. "Please, don't pull out!" She grabbed him around the neck and locked her legs around his back. "Please, don't leave me!"
He grunted as he stroked, the head of his cock diving deep inside her snatch. "Hell, no, we can't be too careful" he said, pulling out.
The horny young wife watched in horror as he came. Long jets of thick jism squirted out of his cock and hit the blanket.
She tried pulling his cock back into her cunt, but he was too strong for her. "I'm on the pill, Larry!" she screamed. "I won't get pregnant!"
He smiled drunkenly, lowered himself over her and tried stuffing his dwindling cock into her. "Oh, fuck, it won't go in," he snickered.
Instead of entering her, he fell on top of her and passed out. She held him in her arms, but he was a dead weight and after a few minutes she crawled out from under him.
Tears filling her eyes, she covered him with the blanket and climbed out of bed. In the bathroom she sat down on the toilet and finished what Larry had started.
When she returned to bed, he was stretched out on his back, the covers thrown away and his spent cock resting on his thigh.
He won't wake up, she thought as she climbed over him. Gently picking up his prick, she took it into her mouth. She felt at peace the moment she began sucking his cock.
Tightening her lips around his cock-root, she brushed her nose across his cock-bush. I love you, Larry, but at the rate we're going I'll be cheating for the rest of my life, she thought.
In his sleep he started moving his hips rhythmically and driving his prick into her mouth. He groaned and turned his head, no longer jerking his hips. He was sound asleep again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Debbie sat at the kitchen table, reading the morning newspaper and sipping black coffee. She lit a fresh cigarette and read the same story over and over again. Pushing the paper aside, she thought about her plans for the day.
She had very little house-cleaning to do so she had most of the day to herself. Absently sipping her coffee, she thought about Sly, the paperboy.
Thank God for his weekly visit, she thought. My little teenaged lover. He's good for my body and my soul.
She puffed on her cigarette and inhaled deeply. She wondered how Brad was doing. She hadn't seen him lately and Patty hadn't mentioned him. He had a new girlfriend, but Patty said he had no marriage plans.
Everyone I know is all screwed up, she thought with a shrug. I'm screwed up, Larry's screwed up. And so are all the rest.
She picked up the paper and tried reading a story about United States foreign policy. It was all too much for her. Her head ached from the effort and once again she pushed the paper aside and poured herself more coffee.
After a while she cleared the, table of the breakfast dishes, piled them in the dishwasher and headed upstairs to dress.
Gathering up the laundry from the hamper, she carried it downstairs and tossed it into the washer. She turned the switch and watched the water begin pouring into the machine. Leaning against the washer, she realized she was horny.
Sex with Larry was both good and bad. It had certainly improved in recent months, but it was erratic. Sometimes he came inside her and brought her off with him. But sometimes he became angry when she got too wild and he pulled out before he came.
It was all the fault of the booze. He always drank heavily when he became depressed about his job. Anyway, she was tired of always thinking about his needs. She had needs too and right now her biggest need was to get fucked.
Actually, the evening before Larry had made love to her rather nicely. But she needed more today. That was the way things were now. The more sex she got the more she needed.
She returned to the bedroom, made the bed and washed the bathroom sink. The rest of the house could be passed over today. She decided to get dressed and go out shopping.
She was about to step into the shower, when she touched herself. Her cunt was wet. She was too aroused to go out. She would masturbate first.
It had been a year since Brad seduced her in his car. A year of highs and lows, but more important, a year of change. The word cheating still made her cringe, but she needed sex more than ever and felt little guilt about her affairs.
As she moved to the bed she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her tits looked bigger than ever. Maybe they were growing. Maybe all the fucking around was shooting growth hormones into them.
She turned around and gazed at her ass. it looked ripe and full, but not fat. Definitely not fat. And I've taken plenty of cock in there in the past year too, she thought with a giggle.
She began playing with her tits as she examined her body in the mirror. She scraped her fingernails over her nipples and watched them stiffen and erect. She stroked the delicate skin inside her thighs and the roundness of her belly.
She was rapidly turning herself on. Releasing her tits, she lifted her hair and piled it on top of her head. I look sexier too, she thought. I look sexier than I looked a year ago.
Climbing onto the bed, she thrust a pillow between her legs and rubbed her pussy against it.
She forced her cunt-lips open and rubbed back and forth. One hand fondling her tits, she used the other to caress her cunt-lips.
Rolling onto her back she pulled her knees up and thrust two fingers into her gulch. One hand still played with her tits as she fingered herself.
She wriggled her ass, adding a third finger to, her pussy and pulling on her nipples. She savored the feeling in her pussy. Her fingers, gnarled together, felt almost as good as a cock. On an impulse she pulled her fingers out of her cunt and brought them up to her face. She sniffed them and with a ragged moan stuffed them into her mouth.
She licked them clean and plunged them back into her cunt. She repeated the gesture several times, realizing how she enjoyed the taste of her own cunt.
She thought about Patty as she frigged herself. Patty was still in love with Tony and convinced that he would marry her eventually. Debbie felt sorry for her best friend. Tony was a cock man who would never settle down with one woman.
The thought depressed her. Who am I to criticize Tony? she thought. I don't know if I can ever, ever be faithful again.
Happy by nature and unwilling to remain depressed long, the horny wife forced herself to think more pleasant thoughts. She pushed a pillow between her legs again and squeezed her thighs around it.
What I need is a cock, she thought with a giggle. Maybe I'll buy a vibrator one of these days. But she knew she wouldn't, she liked real cock, not the fake variety.
At moments like this she was certain everything would turn out all right in her marriage. One of these days Larry would get his promotion and stop drinking so much.
Now she concentrated on cumming. She didn't like to spend too much time jerking off. It was better to get out of the house and find someone to fuck.
In her heart she knew that was what she planned to do all along. Go out and get laid. She thought about Larry and rubbed her clit in a frenzy. He was a good man and despite his lack of progress at the company a good provider. A girl couldn't ask for much more.
She clawed at herself. She pulled on a wet strand of cunt-hair and touched her asshole. Both hands worked on her cunt as she massaged and fondled and poked herself.
Her discharge was thick and whitish and she used it to caress herself. She painted her nipples with a glob and used some to tease her asshole.
Lifting her ass up, she twisted and tuned in an effort to bring herself off. Just a little orgasm would relax her. Just a tiny teeny little come would get her mind off herself.
Suddenly the telephone rang. She reluctantly reached for it.
"Hello?" she whispered breathlessly.
"It's me, Brad. What are you doing?"
She hesitated. New girlfriend or not, he was the same old Brad. "Nothing much. How are you?".
"I don't have time to talk now. Can I come over?"
She did a quick calculation. Brad was just what she needed. "I need some time," she said. "Give me a half hour to dress."
"I don't want you dressed. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
She cradled the receiver with her chin and continued masturbating. Cupping a tit in her hand she begged for more time.
"Don't you want me nice sweet-smelling when you get here? I'm all sweaty and smelly right now. You don't want me that way, do you?"
He snickered and lowered his voice. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll see stars," he said.
When he hung up, Debbie let the receiver fall onto the bed. My first lover, she thought with a smile. She had never told Patty she was having an affair with her brother. That was one of the few secrets she kept from her best friend. Jumping off the bed, she went to the bathroom to shower.
* * *
She threw herself into his arms a half hour. later and kissed him. Their tongues entwined and she pushed her tits against his chest.
"Oh, baby, you're hot," he said, kissing her again and again as she ground her gently-curved belly against him.
"What's this I hear about a new girlfriend?" she said as they moved into the living room.
"You know me," he smirked, sliding his hands to her ass and squeezing her cheeks. "Only this time I'm not getting married. I figure marriage just isn't for me."
As he squeezed her ass he felt down into her ass-crack. He traced the deep crevice as he stroked her firm flesh.
"Sit down and I'll get you a drink," she said.
She crossed the room, feeling his eyes on her ass as she deliberately wiggled her hips. She hadn't bothered wearing a bra and her nipples tingled from excitement.
When she returned with their drinks, she sat down in a chair across from his. She knew her nipples were pushing against her blouse by the look in Brad's eyes.
He took a big gulp of his drink and sat forward. "Let's fuck," he said.
"You always were blunt."
"You look like you could use it too." The next thing she knew they were on the sofa and he was all over her. They kissed eagerly and he grabbed her tits and twisted them. She giggled when he pushed her off the sofa and told her to undress. While she stripped he made faces and muttered obscenities.
Instead of undressing he simply brought his prick out and held it against her. Guiding her onto her back, he fed her his cock inch by inch.
"Oh, Brad, there's no one quite like you," she said as she lapped her tongue over his cock head.
"You're a much better fucker now than you were the first time in the car. Remember?"
"Do I?" Encouraged by the praise, she sucked his thickening cock into her throat.
"And a better cock-sucker too."
She slid her lips up and down his prick shaft. He encouraged her by telling her how lovely she looked with a cock in her mouth.
She wet down his balls with saliva and fluttered her tongue daintily over every inch of his prick. She poked her tongue into his piss-slit and tasted his spunk.
"Guess what I was doing when you called before," she said.
"Jerking off."
"How'd you know?"
"Just guessed. Spread your legs. I'm coming."
"Don't you want me to suck your cock any more?"
"I want to fuck you a little. Then you can suck again."
When she lay back with her legs wide-spread, he touched her hairy mound. Mounting her, he plunged his prick into her pussy, pulled out after half a dozen strokes and knelt between her legs. Then he pried her cunt-lips open and moved his fingers up and down her pussy-slit.
Suddenly he thrust his finger into her pussy and wiggled it around. She sighed happily as his finger dug into her.
He pressed his lips against her gaping cunt and then moved up to kiss her lips. She knew he was deliberately giving her a taste of her pussy. His lips came down on hers slowly and she licked up her pussy-juice eagerly.
"Mmmm," she moaned as he tongued her. She clamped her lips shut to tease him by preventing him from kissing her. He forced them apart and she welcomed his tongue back into her mouth. His hands were all over her, warm and strong and demanding. She wanted him to take her, to fuck her hard and fast and come inside her.
She unbuttoned his shirt and tried tugging his pants off. Finally he stripped his clothes off before lowering his full weight on top of her.
"I love when you do that," she breathed.
He was crushing her, but she loved it. He kissed her tits, nibbling her nipples and rasping his tongue over her silken skin.
"How'd you like balling Patty?" he said suddenly.
"She shouldn't have told you." She had suspected Patty of confiding in her brother, but felt uncomfortable discussing the lesbian affair with a man.
"I'd like to watch some time," he said.
Arching her back, she pushed her tits at his sucking mouth. "Let's not talk about that," she said.
She was rapidly becoming too aroused to think straight. She needed fucking and had needed it all morning. She reached between them, took his cock in her fist and tried pushing it inside her.
"I'll do that," he said.
"I'm on fire," she panted. "Put it, please!"
"I want you even hotter!" he hissed. He kissed his way down from her tits to her cunt and then worked his way back up again. She grabbed his head when he reached her pussy for the second time.
"Suck it!" she cried.
He plastered his lips to her pussy but deliberately didn't touch her clit. She trembled all over, but when his tongue flicked over her asshole she groaned out loud.
"Damn you, Brad, stop teasing me!"
"You smell so good, baby. Just like a mint should smell."
When he licked the fringed edges of her cunt lips, she melted. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," she said. His warm breath on her pussy was delicious.
"I know, baby, I know." His words were muffled and lost in her pussy-flesh.
He began a rhythmic licking of her clit and soon she climaxed. Now she could wait to get fucked. Coming took the edge off her nerves.
As he nuzzled her cunt, she toyed with the hair on the back of his neck. "Oh, yes, eat me!" she said, writhing her ass wildly.
He used his tongue and lips and teeth expertly. She raised her legs and wiggled her toes happily. God, there was nothing like fucking!
"You were my first lover," she said.
"I know, baby."
Her slit was distended and hard. Each lick of his tongue and nudge of his lips drove her wild.
She clutched his cock and once again tried pushing it into her cunt. She managed to rub the blunt tip against her clit.
He sat up and worked his cock-skin up and down. She watched his cock-knob swell up when he squeezed the flared rim. She watched his balls, taut and full of jism. And when he lowered himself on top of her, she welcomed him with open thighs.
Her heart pounded and her breathing quickened. She humped her ass, throwing herself at him even before he was inside her.
He held his prick against her, letting her feel the heat of it and the hardness. He poked the tip into her hole and then to tease her moved it away.
She clawed at his arms, but he only laughed. "Hurry!" she said hoarsely. And then he was inside her, deep inside her and it was worth the long wait.
"Oh, baby!" he hissed, lunging in to the hilt. "You're such a sweet pussy."
The steady rasping of his cock-shaft on her clit made her squirm wildly. She felt like a giant pussy about to explode. She let herself go completely, the way she wanted to do with Larry but didn't dare.
As his cock soared into her, her tits flew around from the force of his thrusts. When she came, she whimpered and kicked her feet against his back.
"Man, I really needed that," he said after, a while as he pulled his limp cock out of her body.
She rolled onto her belly and watched him stagger from the bed to the bathroom. "You don't have to leave, do you?" she said.
"Yeah, I do, hon," he said. "But I'll give you a call soon."
She curled up in the fetal position and hugged a pillow to her chest. He's treating me like a whore and I don't even care. God, maybe I'm just a whore in my heart after all.
CHAPTER NINE
Debbie wanted to help Larry get his promotion. His job became the focus of their marriage. Eventually she invited Larry's boss and his wife to dinner. His boss was a sweet man, but she didn't much care for his wife. In any event, Larry still didn't get his promotion and only received a small semi-annual raise.
Larry's drinking became more of a problem. There were evenings he didn't eat dinner, but simply sat drinking and complaining about his job.
One night she convinced him to go out and try to forget his job for one evening. "You're looking pretty tonight, hon," he said as they sat back in the booth and waited for their drinks.
"Let's have a nice time tonight, hon," Debbie said. "Let's not drink too much."
"Yeah, sure," he said, but when the waitress brought their drinks he almost defiantly took a big sip. "Jesus, don't nag me."
"Oh, Larry, let's have a lovely time. Let's have a delicious dinner and then go home and make love."
"You're always horny."
"But that's what life's all about."
"Hell, life's about success and money. If you don't make it you're nothing." He snapped his fingers and motioned to the waitress with his empty glass.
Having dinner out in the middle of the week had seemed like a good idea. Now Debbie wondered if she and Larry had a future together.
She placed her hand on his thigh under the table and stroked him. She was wearing a low-cut blouse that showed lots of cleavage. She was hoping they would be feeling mellow by the time they returned home and that Larry would be in the mood to fuck.
Glancing around, she saw an attractive couple sitting nearby. The girl was a striking blonde and the boy looked like a football player. They seemed to be staring at her, but when she met their gaze they looked away.
Now Larry pushed her hand away. She was determined not to get into an argument so she playfully took his hand and placed it on her thigh.
"See?" she giggled. "I don't mind if you do it to me."
She had worn a tight skirt. Now she crossed her legs and held his hand against the warmth of her flesh.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, polishing off his second drink and ordering another.
"They say the steaks here are terrific." The couple at the next table were still staring, but now they smiled when she glanced their way.
"Do you know them?" Debbie said.
"Who?" Larry's words were beginning to slur. "Those kids?"
"Yes. Aren't they a handsome couple?"
He sat forward a moment. "Yeah. I don't know them, but I wouldn't mind getting to know the blonde."
There was a time she would have been hurt if Larry had expressed admiration for another woman. Now she was almost glad he found the stunning blonde attractive. At least it proved he was still alive.
Larry left his hand on her thigh, but after a while it felt like a dead weight. Lifeless and unmoving. She shifted her weight around and he withdrew it. She started her second drink.
I wonder why they keep staring at me? she thought.
The waitress brought their salads. Debbie concentrated on the food, but Larry didn't touch it. She ignored the couple for a while, but when next she glanced at their booth they were arguing.
She tried to hear them, but was distracted by the piano player. Then the waitress brought their steaks and the next thing she heard was the blonde giggling.
"Let's go somewhere and fuck," the girl said in a loud voice.
"You've got to learn patience," her boyfriend said.
"You women are all alike," Larry muttered, his steak untouched.
Debbie flinched. "Maybe it's you men who are at fault and not us," she said.
After the pianist went on a break, Debbie could hear every word the couple said. Apparently his name was Jake and hers was Karen. Karen was still trying to get him to leave and go somewhere to fuck.
I envy her, Debbie thought with a sigh. She's so young and free and if he makes her unhappy she can always find someone else. But why are they still looking over here and staring at me?"
"Let's elope," the blonde said. "Forget it, honey. I'm not the marrying kind."
The girl met Debbie's eyes. "How'd you get yours to marry you?"
Debbie shrugged. "It's been so long I don't remember."
"Another drink" Larry said to the waitress. "Tell the truth," Jake said. "Wasn't your sex life better before you got married?"
Debbie flushed. "Why don't you ask my husband?"
Larry smirked, lifting his glass and spilling some scotch over the sides. "What do I know? I'm just a failure."
Oh, God! Debbie thought.
"Don't be embarrassed," Karen said. "This lug over here drinks too much sometimes too."
"Can we help?" Jake said.
"Help what?" Larry said.
Debbie asked for a check. "Thanks, but we'll be just fine."
Suddenly Larry rose up and threw some bills on the table. "I think I'm sick," he said.
Debbie began following him, but when he headed toward the door she sat down again. Let him wait in the car while I pay the check, she thought. And I was hoping we'd have a nice evening.
Suddenly the young couple were sitting down next to her and introducing themselves. "Is your husband okay?" Karen said.
"I'm sure he is," Debbie said, fighting tears. "You were looking at me before. Can I ask you why?"
Karen blinked. "It's just because you've got the biggest tits I ever saw."
Jake chuckled. "And I said I'd like to suck them."
Ordinarily Debbie would have been flattered, but now she was worried about Larry. Smiling and still fighting tears, she rose-up and extended, her hand.
"Thanks for the compliment and for being so nice. I better get to my husband now."
"Remember," Karen said. "We're here if you need us."
Five minutes later they walked out of the restaurant to confront Debbie standing at the entrance.
"I guess he went home," she said, flushed with embarrassment.
Karen linked her arm through hers. "He left you here alone. The louse. Come on. We'll drive you home, won't we, Jake?"
"Sure. It's the black van over there." Debbie was grateful for the lift and followed them to the van. She climbed into the back with Karen while Jake drove.
Almost immediately she found out the couples' real interest in her. Karen sat close to her and rested her hand on Debbie's thigh.
"You probably heard us fighting before," Karen said. "We're really crazy about each other, but we both do our own thing. Right now I'd sure like to eat your pussy."
Debbie wasn't really surprised. She had been expecting something like this ever since the comment about her tits. The van swerved as Jake turned a corner, throwing Debbie against Karen.
"I must say I could use some affection myself," Debbie said.
Karen's fingers crept closer to her cunt. "Wait until Jake parks this thing so he can join us."
Debbie nodded. "Do you do this sort of thing often?".
"As often as we're in the mood," Karen said, kissing the corner of Debbie's mouth. "When we saw you in the restaurant we both wanted you."
"What about my husband?"
"He's a lush. Lushes don't fuck.".
Debbie felt her thighs being spread. Karen thrust her hand inside Debbie's panty-crotch. Her, fingers soon found Debbie's slick hole.
"He's really a wonderful man," Debbie gasped. "It's just that he's not as successful at his job as he'd like to be."
By now Karen was finger-fucking her, "He sounds like my father. Everything is business this and business that. But my old man's got a lot of money and it's sure made my life a lot easier. If you want I'll introduce your husband to my father. Maybe he'll give him a job."
"Oh, that would be nice," Debbie panted as the blonde, stroked her clit.
"You tell me when you want me to go down on you," Karen said. "Here's Jake now. Now you can watch, honey."
Jake sat down across from them, his fly open and his cock out. "Just frig her a while," he said. "Frig her until she begs you to eat her."
"Wow!" Karen cried. "You're gonna love it! Jake's cock gets real big. He'll fuck your asshole if you want. Mmmmmmm, baby, she's nice and juicy. You just wait until you stick your cock in here. Her cunt's so tight and hot."
Debbie felt as though she was dreaming. Everything was so unreal. First Larry drove off without her and now Karen had her finger up her pussy.
She didn't object when Karen pushed her skirt up. She lifted her ass and let her bunch it around her waist.
Jake pumped his cock and watched his girlfriend finger Debbie's pussy. His cock was growing alarmingly big and Debbie almost salivated as she gazed at it.
Suddenly Karen sank to her knees in front of her and shoved her legs further apart. She yanked Debbie's panties off and began licking her inner thighs.
"Go for the gold," Jake snickered.
"That's where I'm headed," Karen said, licking her way up and down Debbie's thighs.
Debbie gazed at Jake's cock and spread her cunt open. He had the prize she craved, but first she wanted Karen's tongue on her pussy-slit.
Karen gently moved Debbie's hands away and held her cunt-lips apart with her thumbs. She rubbed her slick clit, making the horny young wife gasp. One hand manipulating Debbie's tit, Karen unbuttoned her blouse and reached for her tits.
"Shit, they're big," Karen said, turning to Jake.
"Suck them," he said in a commanding voice.
Karen obediently bent over and began kissing and licking Debbie's tits through her lacy bra. Jake snickered.
"Take her bra off, stupid," he said.
To cover Karen's embarrassment, Debbie unhooked her bra and freed her tits. "Here," she said, offering one of her giant tits to Karen's mouth.
"Suck them," Jake said again, joining them. While Karen sucked her tits, Jake lowered his head between Debbie's legs and licked her dripping pussy-slit. Sliding down on the seat, Debbie shivered when he licked her asshole. "You two are making me so hot," she said. "Do you love it?" Karen said.
"Of course she does, stupid," Jake said. "Oh, Jake, I could die, I love it so," Karen said.
"Put your tongue in me," Debbie said as Jake rasped his tongue over her asshole.
He stopped licking and moved back to the seat across from the woman. "I'll just watch a while," he said.
"He doesn't like to be told what to do," Karen whispered.
"I know just what you mean," Debbie said. "My husband's the same way."
"Does he ever swing with you?"
"No. All he does is work and worry. I do all the swinging in the family."
Karen kissed her tits. "I feel so close to you at this moment," she said.
"I feel close to you too."
"Will you two stop the bullshit?" Jake said. Karen quickly dipped her tongue into Debbie's pussy-hole. "I'm licking, honey. See? I'm licking."
She sucked hard on Debbie's cunt. Debbie couldn't take her eyes off Jake's cock. She wondered why Karen put up with his harsh treatment and then she thought of Larry and she knew why. Karen loves the lug, just like I love Larry.
Karen burrowed her tongue into Debbie's cunt. "You taste so good," the gorgeous blonde said.
"Suck it, baby," Juice said. "You two broads are making me so damn horny."
Karen slid a finger into Debbie's cunt and licked her clit. Debbie tilted her ass back and Karen zeroed in on her bung.
Debbie began coming. She bit her lower lip and moaned, thrashing her head from side to side as her climax surged through her.
Karen fingered and licked and sucked and both women landed on the floor of the van in a heap. Suddenly Jake pulled them apart, straddled Debbie and thrust his cock, into her cunt.
Karen rolled to the side of the van and. watched. Obviously she got turned on watching her boyfriend flack strange women.
Debbie was so excited she didn't mind being used by the strange young couple. Jake's cock sawed into her as he rubbed her ass.
"I want your ass!" he hissed.
"Take it," Debbie said.
"You ever have a cock in there before?"
"Plenty of times."
As if to show him how experienced she was Debbie grabbed his prick and pushed it against her asshole. Then he took over.
"Are you watching, Karen?" he said, plunging his prick inside Debbie's bung.
"Yes, I'm watching," the blonde said, openly masturbating as she watched.
He drove his prick all the way into Debbie's butt. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was filled with a combination of sweet sensations and a sense of deep sadness. Why did she have to look to strangers for affection?
"Fuck that cock," Jake chanted. "Hot damn, fuck that cock!"
"Fuck my ass," Debbie responded. "Ouch, that hurts!"
"Hurts so much," Jake mimicked, ramming his prick into her. "Hurts so much I love it."
"Oh, God, it hurts!" Debbie cried, trying to expel his cock from her bung.
"Hurts like hell and you love it," he said, holding her thighs back as he sniggered her.
Debbie writhed and twisted and wept, but he continued thrusting deep inside her bowels. Her asshole felt ravaged and she looked to Karen for help, but the blonde seemed mesmerized by her boyfriend.
"I picked a winner tonight, didn't I, hon?" Karen said, her eyes shining.
"Good Luck," Jake said, grinning.
"Come on, baby, fuck her in the ass!" Karen shouted. "You've still got me to fuck and don't you forget it."
But then his cock exploded in Debbie's asshole. He held her imprisoned and grimaced as his come squirted into her shit-chute.
Grunting as he battered her, he finally fell down over her and let his cock slip out of her tortured ass.
"You've still got to fuck me!" Karen screamed, throwing herself on top of him. "Why did you come in her? You've got to fuck me!"
"Shut up, stupid, and let me rest!" He struggled to his feet and took a step forward. Debbie watched in horror as he slapped Karen's face.
The blonde laughed when he struck her again. She masturbated while he hit her again and again.
"I'm coming, you bastard!" Karen shrieked, her long blonde hair whipping back and forth as he hit her. "I'm coming, you son of a bitch bastard!"
Debbie realized that this was their game. She glanced around, wondering how she could get out and get a taxi home. She tried getting into her clothes without their noticing her, but in a moment they were all over her.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jake said.
"I just thought I'd give you two some time alone," Debbie said.
He grabbed her. "Let's see those tits bounce," he said with a grin.
Karen dropped to her knees before him and sucked his shit-streaked cock into her mouth as he toyed with Debbie's tits.
How crazy this was, Debbie thought. Yet as crazy as it is, it's sort of fun.
"I guess she's not the jealous type," Debbie said.
"Not only isn't she the jealous type, but she'll get her old man to give your old man a job, too," Jake said.
At the time Debbie didn't take his words seriously but later that night when she arrived home she thought about it.
The wild couple had finally driven her home at midnight. Larry was sound asleep, passed out really, and she climbed into bed without awakening him.
"Have your husband call my daddy," Karen had said, pressing a business card into Debbie's hand.
Why not give it a try? Debbie thought as she snuggled up against Larry's back. Maybe if he finally gets somewhere in the business world he'll stop drinking and be a better husband.
CHAPTER TEN
Larry not only went to work for Karen's father, but within six months he became general manager of the company, making more money than either of them dreamed of.
At first Debbie worried that Karen and Jake would demand sexual favors, but she soon found out they liked variety and they never bothered her again.
Larry stopped drinking heavily and their life improved in many ways. He still wasn't as interested in sex as Debbie, but she let her frustrations out with a series of lovers.
One day he accused her of cheating on him. They had a fight, she convinced him of her innocence and he calmed down. But since he was suspicious she became more careful about her affairs. Now sex was sometimes more of a strain than a pleasure.
One day about a year after Larry started his new job, Debbie was out shopping for new furniture and came home horny. Larry would be home soon and hopefully be in the mood to fuck.
Even though she'd had a session with her current lover that very morning, the always horny wife was still hot. She considered masturbating before Larry arrived and quickly decided against it. She liked fucking much better than her fingers. But she had to touch herself. She raised her dress, slipped her hand inside her panties and played with her clit. Before long she was on her back on the sofa one finger in her cunt, another finger in her asshole, her hand rubbing and fucking her overheated twat. She stopped it before she came. Don't be such a horny slut, she thought.
Strangely enough, she'd been considering divorce lately. It was true she still loved Larry and his new salary provided them with many luxuries. But she was nagged with a constant discontent and a feeling that life was passing her by.
Whenever she thought about a prospect of going to work to support herself, she became determined to make her marriage work. Nowadays a woman without children got no alimony and practically no settlement. Thanks to women's lib, she thought bitterly. No, she had to stay with Larry and try to get him to loosen up.
She busied herself with dinner and glanced at the kitchen clock. As usual Larry would be filled with stories about some deal he made and how successful he was. Sometimes he forgot that it was Debbie who got him his job. At this point he was becoming a settled businessman, more excited over the financial section of the paper than over her pussy.
Still, she was excited about the new furniture she picked out. A black leather sofa for the living room and a huge king-sized bed with a mirrored headboard. Larry would probably grumble about all the money she spent, but he'd be proud too. He liked to see the symbols of his success around the house.
Debbie had a feeling he might be cheating on her. Not because he was so interested in sex, but because he thought it was expected of a successful executive. Maybe that was why he accused her of cheating. Maybe he was feeling guilty and projected his feelings onto her.
Her reverie was broken when she heard his car in the driveway. She hurried to put the salad in the refrigerator to chill and then she poured them both a drink.
By the time Larry entered the kitchen she had fortified herself with half a glass of wine. She was struck with how materialistic they had both become. How different from the way they were as young newlyweds.
His eyes surveyed the room and her. "You've got a run in your stocking," he said as he kissed her cheek. She began responding, but he grabbed his wine and continued. "Man, I had a rough day. But I've got to admit I love it. Working is where it's at." He sipped his wine and put it down. "When I think how I used to rely on this stuff, it scares me."
"Why don't you sit down and read the paper while I get dinner on the table?" she said.
"Whatever it is, it smells good. By the way, Karen was in today. She asked about you." There was an expression in his eyes Debbie found puzzling. Was it possible that he was fooling around with the wild daughter of his boss?
"How is Karen?" she said.
There was a moment of silence. "She split with that guy she was going with."
"Jake?"
"Yeah, Jake." His eyes narrowed. "How'd you know his name?"
"I met them both the night you left the restaurant without me, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Anyway, she split with him and now the poor kid's depressed. But she'll be okay. Hell, I could go for her myself if I wasn't married."
"Being married doesn't mean you can't be interested in other women," Debbie said in a carefully controlled voice.
"You're not trying to give me ideas, are you?"
"No, darling, I'm not." She kissed him as he picked up the paper and left the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready soon," she said.
He disappeared into the living room and Debbie refilled her wine glass. Larry was drinking less, but she was drinking more. She was so confused. Things were going so well, but she had actually been happier before. Why was life so complicated? She felt like fucking Larry tonight. Maybe she could get him to fuck her ass. She felt her nipples harden as she thought about rolling her asshole around on his thrusting cock. Thinking about his cock in her butt turned heron.
By the time dinner was ready she had finished half a bottle of wine and she almost staggered into the living room. "Want to eat?" she said, steadying herself by holding onto an end table.
Larry lowered his paper and gazed at her. "Hitting the bottle again I see," he said coldly.
How can I be faithful to a sarcastic man like that, she thought.
While they ate she told him about the new furniture. He questioned her about the cost and seemed to be pleased that she spent so much money.
"A guy in my position has to have nice stuff," he said, spearing roast beef into his mouth.
She ate little, but finished another bottle of wine. "Is that all you ever think of?" she said. "Don't you ever think of romance and stuff like that?"
He wrinkled his nose. "You mean sex? Got some more potatoes? You're too hung up on sex, Deb. There are other things in life, you know."
"I was hoping you'd be in the mood tonight," she said in a small voice.
"Maybe I'll give you a fuck later," he said. "I'll think about it."
What do you do with a man like this? she thought. I liked him better when he was drinking. "Good dinner," he said after a while.
She had barely tasted the food. "I think I'll go to bed early."
He stared at her. "You think I'll follow you up there and make mad love to you, don't you?"
"It's not such a bad idea," she said. "It's been two weeks."
"Who's counting," he said curtly.
She stared at him as he rose up and returned to the living room. "I'm going upstairs," she called after him. When there was no answer, she began clearing the table.
A half hour later she stretched out in bed, wearing a sheer nightgown and her best perfume. When Larry came into the room, she was surprised, but pleased, and she smiled sheepishly.
"I'm so glad you're here, darling," she said. He sat down next to her. "I think we better talk," he said.
"I do too, darling."
"You knew when you married me that my career was the most important thing in my life."
"In those days I didn't believe you."
"Men are different from woman," he said. "If you keep hassling me you'll drive me away."
"I won't hassle you any more, honey," she said, her voice quavering as she fought back tears.
His voice softened. "Love you, hon." He pinched her ass. "Keep it warm for me. I'll be back soon."
She heard him in the bathroom brushing his teeth and using the toilet. When he returned she was surprised to see him dressed in pajamas.
"Honey, why are you all buttoned up like that? I thought we'd fuck"
"Goddamn you!" he fumed. "I never did get used to you talking like that!"
"Is there someone else?", she said. "What's the difference? You wouldn't understand anyway."
"Try me."
"I knew it. You've got a lover. Admit it. You're cheating on me!"
"This is crazy!"
He pushed her hand away. "You better straighten out your head or this marriage is going down the toilet."
"Fuck you!"
They stared at each other. Neither said a word, but Debbie saw something in his eyes that she'd never seen before. His jaw slackened and he seemed to be gritting his teeth.
"Where the hell is the sweet girl I married?" he said.
"I've changed, don't you understand that? Everyone changes. I can't be the way I was. It's too late to go back."
She breathed deeply, her entire body trembling with emotion. This was the moment of truth between them. She sensed that their marriage would either break up or grow stronger after tonight.
"I really ought to slap you for talking like that," he said. "It'd probably do you good to get your ass spanked."
The threatening words made her pussy throb. There was passion in his face and voice. More passion than she'd felt from him in years.
She swallowed hard. "Frankly, it doesn't sound too bad to me."
"What did you say? Are you saying you want me to spank you?"
"What's the matter?" she deliberately taunted him. "Don't you have the nerve?"
"You're pushing me," he said, stony-faced.
She stared at him unblinking, excited and apprehensive at the same time. Maybe she was reading him wrong. Maybe he really was going to hit her. She decided not to push him further. Whatever happened was better than the uncertainty of the past year.
"Sometimes you act like a real asshole," she said coldly. "A real big asshole."
"Terrific language," he said, his eyes sparkling with rage.
"Asshole," she repeated, swinging her feet off the bed and beginning to rise up.
He moved fast. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down again. Pinning her down with one arm, he rolled on top of her.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Her eyes flashed and her heart pounded. "Let go of me," she said.
He took hold of her nightgown and ripped it down the front. Her tits spilled out and they both gazed down in horror.
"Asshole!" she screamed.
"Slut!" he roared.
Shoving her onto her belly, he raised his arm and brought his hand down on her ass.
"Ouch!" she shrieked. "Don't you dare hit me!"
"When you start talking like a lady I'll stop."
"Oh, God, it hurts!" she squealed, but as he hit her she experienced a tiny orgasm.
"Shit, it's giving me a hard-on," he muttered, and after a half dozen blows he released her.
She rolled over and faced him. His face was flushed and contrite. She reached for him. "You hit me," she said.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you, but you oughtn't to talk to me like that." He looked miserable.
Her ass hurt, but she was terribly excited. "Larry?" she said, her tits falling forward out of her torn nightgown.
"What?"
"Do it again."
"Huh?" He glanced down at his crotch. His fly was open and his cock stood up, stiff and swollen.
"You're excited, darling and so am I. Do it again!"
"Oh, Debbie, I'm sorry, honey," he said, burying his face in her neck.
Her legs wide-spread and her tits pillowing his head, she held him, feeling more at peace than she had in years.
"Fuck me, darling," she said. "I've never been hotter."
He raised his head and smiled. "Me too. Do you think there's something wrong with us?"
"No, I just think we need this kind of excitement once in a while. Basically we love each other and always have. Oh, honey, seeing you like you were before, with fire in you? eyes! It was so exciting!"
They embraced, kissing and hugging and fondling each other. She unbuttoned his pajamas and he removed them. With a grin he ripped the pajamas apart and tossed them onto the floor.
"I'll never wear those damn things again," he said.
She removed her torn nightgown and they came together, two people unashamed of their love. He mounted her, his cock nudging her pussy.
"I'm going to give you the kind of fucking you need," he said.
"Oh, honey, and I'm going to be the kind of wife you want too."
He kissed her tenderly while at the same time he thrust his cock into her cunt. Her pussy sucked on his cock head and he lurged forward and sent his entire shaft soaring into her body.
"Oh, baby, we've come a long way," he said. "It's so good, baby. So good." And it was. Debbie knew she would never again have to look for sex outside her marriage. Whatever happened, she and Larry would remain faithful to each other.
"Your pussy gets tighter and tighter," he said.
She writhed beneath him. "I want it to be tight for you, darling."
"Does it still hurt?"
"You mean my ass? A little."
He thrust slowly, his balls tickling her ass with every stroke. "It really turned you on, huh?"
"Oh, yes. Isn't it crazy? Maybe I just need to be reminded once in a while who's boss around here."
His eyes were filled with love as he corkscrewed his cock into her. "Baby, you don't know how happy I am right now. Can you feel it on your clit?"
His cock brushed her clit with every stroke. "Yes, I feel it." He never used to be concerned, she thought. "Oh, my darling, I feel it."
"Sweet pussy. Are you almost there, baby?"
"I'd like to suck your cock before I come." He pulled out. "And I'd like you to. But don't make me come. I want to come inside you." He smiled, stroking her cheek lovingly. "I never want to come anywhere but inside you.
Dropping to her knees, she quickly took his cock head into her mouth. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his hands folded on his chest.
Opening her jaws wide, she slid her lips halfway down his cock-shaft. When he groaned, she slid them back to the tip and then fluttered her tongue into his ass-crack.
She pressed her lips around the flared rim of his prick-knob and licked the sensitive underside. She heard him suck in his breath as she licked his balls.
"Do my asshole again, baby," he said. Her tongue shot into his asshole. She was surprised that his asshole opened up so easily and that her tongue-tip actually slipped in. It was the most intimate moment they ever experienced together. When she met his eyes, she knew he was thinking the same thing.
Thrusting her finger into his ass, she used her tongue and lips on his cock-pole. She slid her lips up and down, burying her nose in his cock bush on the down-stroke.
"Honey, you better stop or I'll come," he said. "I want to fuck you, baby and come inside you." She was tempted to bring him off in her mouth. Reluctantly, she spit his prick out, rolled onto her back and let him climb on top of her.
He entered her quickly and began thrusting. She began coming at once, warm waves of ecstasy surging through her.
It didn't matter that Larry didn't last long. When he shot off inside her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed blissfully.
I'm where I belong, she thought. And where I want to be.
