Harry Mitchell had just pulled off his tie, and was beginning to loosen the collar of his shirt.
He hated going to so many of these dinner parties, but as a vice president of a savings and loan institution in downtown Los Angeles, he was expected to.
This dinner party had been given by his boss, and there had been no way for him to get out of going, even though he had longed to stay at home that night and have some sex with his beautiful wife Linda.
As he began to remove his white shirt, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.
It excited him to think that his wife Linda was pulling off her robe and stepping into the shower at that very moment.
Linda was uncomfortable at these parties, just as he was and, as a result, she perspired a good deal. Frequently, after they returned home, she would step into the shower for purposes of relaxing and cleaning out her perspiration-laden body.
As Harry continued to undress, removing his shirt, then beginning to take off his trousers, he kept thinking about his gorgeous wife in the nude.
There was one thing that was pissing him off a good deal. Linda wasn't nearly as sensuous as he would like her to be. He had known all about her proper upbringing when he had begun dating her some four years earlier, but he had felt at that time, quite optimistically, that he could eventually bring her around to his more modern way of thinking.
Whereas Linda believed that certain sex acts were verboten and participated in only by people who were perverted, Harry, on the other hand, felt that the pleasure one received from sex could be the only reliable index for what should and should not be done.
He kept basically quiet about his views at the savings and loan institution, realizing that he was in a highly conservative business, but he had complained a good deal to Linda about her refusal to participate in acts that he basically enjoyed.
Harry removed his trousers, getting up and slipping them neatly on a hanger in the clothes closet.
He kept thinking about Linda, and hoped that some day, somehow, he would bring her around. If he could just expose her to certain acts, he felt that ultimately nature would take its course and she would recognize how foolish she had been to deprive him as well as herself of those exciting kicks.
When he was down to his underwear, rather than jumping into his pajamas, Harry lit a cigarette and stretched out in the middle of the bed. He was hoping that he could perhaps entice Linda into some sex play once she got out of the shower.
Several times he got so excited just thinking about seeing her in the nude that he considered bursting into the bathroom to look at her. He knew, however, that such an act on his part would go over like a lead balloon. If there was one thing Linda demanded, it was privacy when she was taking a shower.
One time he suggested taking a shower with her, and she promptly told him he was crazy. It bugged him to think about that, recalling how horny he had been that day, and how beautiful she had looked with the water splashing against her voluptuous breasts and her delicious snatch.
He took several more puffs on his cigarette, then nervously crushed it in a nearby ashtray. He wasn't all that interested in smoking. It had just been something for him to do, an unsuccessful means of attempting to placate his nervous desires.
Whenever Harry became as cat-like nervous as he was at that moment, it could mean only one thing. He needed a piece of ass and he needed it fast.
He looked down at his shorts, observing the outline of his huge cock showing to best advantage against them. It was hard and ready for action, and now it was just a question of whether he could entice Linda into participating in some hot action with him.
Now he heard only silence in the bathroom. Apparently Linda had shut off the shower and was toweling her beautiful body dry.
Harry sat up on the edge of the bed, awaiting her entrance into the bedroom. That penis of his became all the more hungry for hot sex.
She walked slowly towards the bathroom door after throwing her burgundy robe over her shoulders. The moment she opened the door and Harry got a look at her, his cock froze stiff. He wanted her, and he wanted her right then and there.
As she walked nonchalantly toward him, he observed the outline of her legs beneath her robe. He knew that she had on nothing beneath aside from her panties and bra, and he longed to get a look at her.
"Come over here, honey," he motioned her toward him.
"That's a strange look in your eyes, Harry," she said.
"Is it? I'd just like a little fun before we go to bed."
"Isn't that being perfectly ridiculous? After all, you've got to get up pretty early in the morning. Remember, my dear, this was a mid-week dinner party. You have to go to work tomorrow."
"Sometimes you can be so damned conservative you make me want to throw up," Harry shook his head with disgust.
"Is that any way to talk?" Linda put her hands on her hips and frowned.
Harry took a good look at her before saying anything. At twenty-eight she was just about as perfectly proportioned a woman as he could hope to find. He was gratified to be married to her, and she always proved to be a conspicuously favorable showpiece whenever he took her out. She made a favorable impression on his boss and business associates, and he recognized her as a great asset socially. He only wished that he could get a little more sex out of her. He longed to make her less inhibited, to impart to her the same kind of devil-may-care philosophy that he adhered to.
As he sat there watching her, he observed her sparkling brown hair, which fell all the way to her shoulders. He longed to run his fingers through it, to caress her, to kiss her radiant ruby red lips.
"I'm sorry if I sounded cross," he said apologetically. "It's just that I wish you were a little more responsive sometimes."
"I try and perform my wifely duties."
"You see, that's the kind of bullshit I don't like." He shook his head. "You say perform wifely duties. I think that every now and then you ought to refer to it as what it is. It's just two hungry animals wanting to ball. And the more they love each other, the hungrier they get."
"I don't believe in reducing sex to such a barbaric level."
"Hell, it's the most barbaric act known to man. And also the most beautiful."
"What makes you say it's barbaric? I suppose it's more barbaric than killing people."
"No, I mean it's barbaric in the sense that anybody and everybody in either the animal or human kingdoms does it. That's all I mean. And I mean if there's anything barbaric, it's people losing themselves in their emotions. But it's really a beautiful form of barbarism. I like it."
"I don't see things that same way."
"Okay, so we can have a disagreement on that point. It's just a philosophical difference. But we can't disagree, baby, when it comes to something as basic as getting under these sheet a at the same time. I need it, honey. Just book at the size of my cock. Just come on over here and take that robe off."
"It would really mean that much to you if we did it tonight?" she asked.
"It sure would."
She walked toward him. She looked into his sparkling brown eyes. She had an intelligent look about her, as well as a sensuous one. She was licking her lips ever so slightly and Harry knew that he had to kiss her.
He jumped up quickly from the bed, throwing his arms around her and allowing them to lock eagerly around her body.
Harry leaned his lips forward and let them press with great conviction against hers. As lips crushed against lips, he reached out with his right hand and authoritatively ran it through her hair. He loved touching her sparkling hair, and coming into contact with her lips was enough to press that cock of his out to the fullest possible extent.
The sex hunger was overwhelming him, and he knew he had to go all the way. He had to fuck this beautiful woman, dominate her, to make her his very own. Sure, she was his wife; and sure, he'd screwed her many times, but each sex session with Linda constituted a new experience. He needed her, and he needed her sensuality.
He released his lips from hers and reached out and undid the sash which held together her robe.
He pulled her robe down, after which she let her arms hang free. He finished the job of removing the robe, walking over and placing it on a hook in her clothes closet.
Harry walked back toward her, and as he saw the beautiful white of her ivory skin shimmering under the bedroom lights, he was overwhelmed with passionate fury. His heart began to pound, and desire was rapidly overcoming him.
He reached out and let his finger run down her back. He liked the way that Linda was firmly put together. As he observed the sparkling white bra and panties, he looked forward to once more undressing this beautiful hunk of woman he was married to.
Harry was enormously proud of Linda's measurements. She was proportioned beautifully on a five foot, eight inch frame with 38-22-46 measurements.
His fiery penis was thrust out at full length, and Harry recognized that it was time for him to take possession of this gorgeous woman and guide her into bed with him.
Once more his arms encircled her body. As he touched her skin, chills of ecstasy :ran through him. That happened every time that he badly needed sex, and right then he was as horny as he could ever be. It had been quite a few days since gorgeous Linda had granted him access to her body' and now he was hungrily looking forward to the prospects of entering her and making her his own.
He eased her beautiful frame into bed, collapsing in the middle of their huge bed with her.
This time he reached behind her, tugging impatiently at her bra straps. He just had to get her bra off, to see that gorgeous sight of her breasts.
Soon he succeeded in undoing the straps, letting the bra drop downward toward the bed. Now his eyes were fastened on her voluptuous glistening white cleavage, and he reached down, eagerly massaging her ripe melons and nipples with his fingertips.
"Oh, what a set of boobs," he said softly. "I love to touch them, squeeze them. Do you like it when I squeeze your tits?"
"Yes, it feels so good."
"Are my fingers nice and warm, honey?"
"Oh yes," she whispered. "Keep it up."
Now that he had the go-ahead sign, Harry went to work with greater earnestness, working his fingers with stirring conviction over her nipples. He worked quickly, but not so fast that he lost control of the pace. Things had to be done at the right tempo, he knew, and Linda was the type of woman who had to be eased into sex gradually.
He wanted to attack her, to immediately plunge that penis of his inside her mound, but his better judgment dictated against this bold course of action. Instead, he would treat her gently through the preliminaries, then get down to the basic business at hand, that of providing his huge prick with the kind of release it needed.
His fingers continued working around her nip-pies for several long seconds, after which he dramatically withdrew his hands and worked his fingers down her body.
He let his fingers squeeze and clutch at her stomach, after which he touched her navel for several seconds.
"You've really got a cute navel," he told her. "Oh, baby, just wait until I strip you."
She lay there expectantly, recognizing that her husband would shortly be removing her panties. After that he would be quickly transformed into a panting, aroused mass of sensuality.
Chapter Two
Harry was inserting his nimble fingers under Linda's silky panties.
As he slid his fingers along the silky substance, he became all the more desirous of shedding her panties. Once he removed them, he knew that he would have access to that gorgeous cunt, the one that belonged to the girl that he loved.
He reached out and grabbed the elastic which held her panties together. As he held the panties by the elastic, he recognized that he was just a couple of swift tugs removed from taking off her panties.
He began to suddenly slide them down her legs, and as he did so the silk came into contact with her creamy white legs and his cock became more restless than ever. He knew that he had to get that hot gun of his off, and the sooner the better as far as his nervous disposition was concerned.
He was just too damned horny for his own good, he thought. He needed it as bad at that particular moment as he had ever needed it in his life.
Harry had finished sliding her panties all the way down to her ankles. As he did so, he looked over and observed the glistening brown pussy hairs. lie wanted to maneuver those fingers of his against the tufts of hair, then let his tongue go to work on her pink mound. -
The whole idea appeared more inspiring to him by the moment and as his heart began to palpitate with ever heightening frequency he finished pulling off her panties.
As the panties hit the floor, he recognized that he now had gorgeous Linda just where he wanted her. He wanted her naked and vulnerable so that he could assert himself sexually.
Harry Mitchell looked down between his wife's legs. He reached out and grabbed her ankles, pulling them as he parted her legs. That gave him a better shot at her gorgeous mound.
He allowed his head to drop down with one swift movement. He puckered up his lips, letting them come into contact with her furry vagina.
As he kissed her pussy the first time, her body quivered ever so slightly. He knew that gradually he was getting her right where he wanted her.
Now Harry removed his lips from her mound.
"You want me to go down on you, honey?" he smiled.
"Oh yes, that's great fun." Linda nodded.
"For a girl who wasn't enthusiastic about getting involved, you're certainly changing your mind."
"But I didn't want you to overextend yourself. You have to get up in the morning."
"To hell with that," he laughed. "Let's live for the moment, baby. Life is so short, and when I've got a cunt like yours to screw, I'm not going to let any grass grow under my feet."
"You do talk crudely." She shook her head.
"Oh no. I just believe in being sexy, whether it's in action or speech."
Once more he leaned forward, kissing her pussy lips fervently one more time. On this occasion, her body rocked even more noticeably than before.
Yes, Harry thought, maybe it was time to get her involved, but generally when he did succeed in breaking down her resistance, he could make her enjoy herself. But there was one thing that he didn't like. There were still acts she would not perform, and he was going to do his level best to see if she would break down her stubborn wall of resistance that evening.
He kissed her snatch several times in rapid succession, then decided that he would put his fingertips to work against her pussy.
"You're really starting to feel it now." He laughed, observing her quivering body.
"Yes, I'm feeling excited now."
"You feel warm all over?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good, because you're going to feel one helluva lot warmer when I let that tongue of mine go to work on your mound."
He reached toward her snatch with his right hand. He let his fingertips go to work on her brown pussy hairs. He knew that by tickling those pubic hairs of hers, he would succeed in getting his wife that much more excited. By the time that he was through, he would have her practically begging him to go down between her thighs and eat her. He was looking forward to those delicious droplets of pussy juice that would soon be emanating from her mound, shooting into his waiting mouth.
So now, after toying with her pubic hairs for several seconds, Harry began to work his fingers against her hot love slit.
He could tell that the temperatures were accelerating within her, just as they were doing the very same thing within himself.
Back and forth he continued to manipulate his fingers fervently, and as he did so, his heart began to pound with relentless zeal. He just had to get her as hot as possible, after which he would slide his tongue down against her slit, letting it go to work with total abandon.
That was the only way that Harry liked to fuck, with total abandon, throwing caution to the winds. On that score he often received disapproval from his wife, something that he disliked. But nothing was going to change him. When he got hot enough, he felt there was nothing more to it but being an animal, and he was very apt to be one.
"Oh, now you're starting to get a little gooey down there," he laughed. "I love touching that pussy goo."
"Oh, you're really moving your fingers," she exclaimed, her legs quivering as his fingers earnestly went to work on her pussy.
"Yes, once those fingers of mine get rolling, there's no stopping me." Harry laughed.
The old confidence was returning as he saw just what he could accomplish with those hot fingers of his. He continued to manipulate them around her flaming box, and the longer he did so, the more hungry she became to receive those torrid sensations that his tongue was ready, willing, and able to supply.
"Oh, go down on me, honey," Linda finally exclaimed. "I need that tongue action. You can always get a girl so hot, but then she needs action. Right now I'm starving for it, baby."
He smiled and nodded, then removed his fingers from her nest.
Harry was sinking that tongue of his quickly downward toward her mound, picking up her female scent. It was a familiar scent, one that he was accustomed to coming into contact with any time that he needed some torrid activity.
He was letting his tongue slide around her hot twat, working it quickly. He recognized just how hot she was, and he knew fully well how badly he needed an orgasm from her. lie wanted to taste her cunt juices, and there was no time like the present to succeed in getting her to climax.
Back and forth Harry was flipping his tongue over every crevice of her nest, and as he did so, he worked his fingers with great diligence up and down her legs.
He began by clamping his fingers around her ankles, grasping them firmly, then working his fingers all the way up to her thighs. He would then manipulate his fingers downward from her thighs, moving them all the way to her navel.
Determinedly Harry continued his systematic activity, and as he did so, his tongue was working more rapidly than ever around Linda's hot box.
Her snatch was itching, and she knew that it wouldn't be that much longer before she would shoot. It made her feel a little funny when he would demand sex that hungrily. Linda thought that sex was an emotion that had to be kept in control and she felt that Harry very often lost that needed control.
Harry released his tongue from his wife's mound. He then let his teeth go to work on her clitoris. Harry recognized just how important such activity could be to her. She enjoyed receiving those spirited strokes, the hot nibbling, and he knew that with only a little bit of it she would soon be ready for him to return to his hot sucking.
"Oh, that feels so good," she exclaimed loudly. "I love what your tongue is doing, darling. Oh, is it ever working. That feels so good, baby. I just love it. I love what you're doing to me."
Harry nibbled for several long seconds, after which he withdrew his teeth and began to maneuver his tongue around her now flaming sex box.
Back and forth he was circulating his tongue, and as he dramatically stepped up the pace, Linda's asscheeks began to wiggle nervously in dramatic accompaniment to his fervent moves.
As he kept up those fluid movements, Harry realized he was that much closer to receiving her juices. How he wanted to eat her, he thought, and with that cute butt of hers flipping back and forth, he was provided with that much more incentive to finish the job properly.
He was reducing himself to a seething, hungry male in search of some delicious sensations.
As his tongue sped out of control, moving sweepingly over her hot snatch, Harry decided to remove his fingers from her thighs.
Harry moved them around to her buttocks, pinching her hot firm asscheeks.
As he sucked with every ounce of conviction in him, Harry released his right hand from her asscheek.
He moved his right index finger forward toward her anus, letting it slide inside her hot asshole.
Now his finger was digging deeply into her asshole, and as it did so, he continued working his tongue blazingly inside her burning nest.
"Oh, honey, I'm so excited," she exclaimed.
Harry knew that Linda was not the type of woman to say much during the act of sex, and the fact that she was admitting to excitement was quite a recommendation as far as his cunt sucking efforts were concerned.
He continued to stab and dart that flaming tongue of his, moving her ever closer to climax.
When he began to push his finger ever deeper inside her asshole, her whole body twisted and turned more rhythmically and rapidly than ever before.
He was stabbing that cunt of hers earnestly, working with speedy diligence, letting his tongue continue to come into blazing contact with her hot vagina.
Linda was bouncing up and down on the bed, earnestly awaiting the climax that would be following shortly. Her whole body was in a state of tremendous excitement, and she felt increasing waves of heat focusing down there between her legs. Her cunt was on fire, and soon those fires would be manifesting themselves in the form of an orgasm.
He plunged his finger as deeply inside her asshole as it would go. He was driving it fervently into her rectum, and as he did so, he stepped up the pace of his sucking, working at an intense level, putting everything he had into every frenzied movement.
"Oh, baby, this is too much," she sighed softly.
Several blazing strokes later, droplets of cunt juice began to shoot out of the end of her mound.
Her whole body was quivering, and she let out one long sigh as the orgasmic liquids began to shoot inside his mouth.
He was feeling a certain degree of contentment as he tasted the desserts of his efforts. But after that contentment left, he knew that he would be more concerned than ever about getting that hot cock of his off.
Harry released his tongue from her mound, after digesting the last few drops of her juice. Harry looked down at his huge cock, then decided that he knew just what he wanted in the way of cock agitation.
He slipped his body forward, hunching it over her. Now that cock was lined up just above her huge breasts.
"I'm going to breast fuck you," he winked.
"Oh, that's so crazy."
"What do you mean it's crazy? You didn't think it was crazy when I went down on your box, did you?"
"Oh, that's a little more conventional. This is so insane."
"It gives me kicks, honey."
He let the cock drop down toward her left breast. He worked the flaming rod back and forth against her firm tit, enjoying the sensations he experienced from the friction provided by her breast.
Up and down he continued maneuvering his prick, and as he systematically did so, he rotated those asscheeks of his. Harry was coming alive with passion in a way that he hadn't before. The only area of activity in which he had become that immersed with passion previously had been that of his tongue. He had put off exercising his cock for the appropriate moment, and now that moment had arrived, he was all set to make the most of it.
He kept on sliding his dick up and down against her breast, and as he did so, the white heat continued to generate throughout his body.
Harry was a seething mass of male anxiety, as that cock manipulated itself against her breast.
After he exercised that swollen tool of his for several long minutes on her breast, he switched his peter over to the other breast, repeating those same movements.
He found that he was moving that dick even more quickly than before, and the more sweepingly he applied it, the better that it felt.
Chapter Three
The longer that Harry kept that steaming penis working on Linda's breasts, the more eager he became to have some even more vigorous activity.
He released his cock from her right breast. He looked down at her and smiled. Now it was time for him to assert himself as a husband.
"Honey, I'd like for you to go down on my cock," he said softly, running his fingers over her forehead.
"Oh no, not that," she turned her head away from him with embarrassment.
"What the hell is wrong with a good head job?" he asked impatiently.
"Please don't talk to me that way, dear. I've been very nice to you. I consented to have sex with you tonight when I felt it was in your best interest not to."
"Oh gee, that was really some concession," he barked sarcastically, "considering the fact that I went down on that cunt of yours. Didn't you like the snatch sucking?"
"I wish you wouldn't be so crude when you talk about sex."
"Okay, so did you like the cunnilingus? Does that sound better? I'll use technical terms if that's what you would like."
"Please, I don't like your sarcasm."
"I can't seem to win no matter how I say it," he sighed exasperatedly. "Listen, honey, just what would be wrong with you massaging that cock of mine with your tongue? You didn't think that I was performing anything vile when I sucked your snatch. So why the hell do you have compunctions against going down on me?"
"It's just a dirty way of having sex. When I think of slipping that tongue of mine over that cock of yours, the whole thing just gives me the creeps."
"Oh gee, that really impresses me. Here I have this nice hard cock and it gives you the creeps to even think about going down on it. Boy, I sure like that."
"I don't mean it as an insult."
"I don't know how else I can take it."
"I'm sorry if it's affecting you that way."
"I'm pissed off about the whole thing."
"I wish you wouldn't use that crude language."
"Oh, hell, stop acting like such a fucking saint. I like the idea of letting myself go at home. Do you mind?"
"I don't like your crude tone of voice.
"Well, you don't make me very happy when you act this way. I want you, baby, I really do. I want you to suck that prick of mine."
"Why is that so important?"
"Because that damned organ of mine gets swollen, and what it really likes occasionally is a woman's nice tongue working against it."
"I told you when I married you that I wasn't perverted."
"That's a real rich one," he laughed sarcastically. "A guy is a pervert if he wants his cock sucked. Oh, come on, you're living in the Eighteenth Century."
"Please, let's not go into that anymore. I'm getting a headache. Now let me go to sleep if you don't want to respect my wishes."
"Hell, I've got a hard-on that won't quit and you talk about going to sleep. I want to fuck you, baby."
"Then please don't suggest fellatio. I just don't want to do it. I've never done it before, and I don't want to start now."
"Okay, okay." Harry shook his head disgustedly, getting ready to give up one more time. "Would it be too much of an imposition on you to spread your legs so I can slip my cock into your pussy?"
"Of course not. Why are you being so sarcastic?"
"Well, I don't know. You act like everything we do is a sin. Gee, if it's all that bad, I can't imagine why you ever gave up your virginity."
"You really do have a snide way of acting."
"It's just that I get pissed off when I see you acting holier-than-thou. Hell, you've been fucked. So what the hell difference does it make whether I'm sticking my dick into your snatch or your mouth?"
"That other way is so off-beat. I'm sorry, honey, but I just can't take it."
"Well thank goodness for the small blessings, since I'm still able to fuck your cunt."
Harry was so angered that, for the time being, he was out of the mood of having sex.
He looked down at his penis, realizing that it had sustained some shrinkage since he initiated his argument with lovely Linda.
Harry hated like hell to argue with Linda, but sometimes he longed to have a woman's hot tongue making its way up and down his lengthy pole. He wanted a blow job so bad he could taste it, and he didn't want it from just anyone, he wanted it from beautiful Linda, and it burned him no end to think that she would not- comply with his wishes, particularly since he had done such a beautiful job of going down on her.
He recognized, at least for the time being, that he would not be able to convert her and with that thought in mind, he did his best to settle back down to normal. He had to get his cock back up there again, at full length, and he would accomplish that only by forgetting about the differences between them and getting himself hot all over again.
He figured that if he went to work with his tongue on her tits, that would be one inspiring way of getting his cock back up.
Harry leaned forward and let his tongue slide over her left breast. As he did so, he reached inside his wife's asshole with his left index finger.
With great skill and dexterity, he consistently probed her asshole until her body began to twist in corkscrew fashion.
He liked it when her asscheeks were in swift motion, and now that they were, he moved his finger more vigorously than ever high inside her anus.
Back and forth he was stabbing, and as he did so, he kept on working that tongue of his feverishly against her breast.
Spiritedly the hot tongue maneuvered, and as it did so, he kept on pumping systematically with that finger of his.
He was working his finger back and forth, and he could tell from the way her body was swaying that Linda was now back in the mood.
From the manner in which that cock of his was once more beginning to inflate with heated passion, Harry also realized that he was set to go to work.
Harry needed that action, he needed it badly, and as he removed his fingers from her breast, he kept on working that left finger of his ever higher inside her asshole.
As the finger activity continued inside her anus, he plunged his burning tool forward, allowing it to enter inside her mound.
Harry fucked Linda in the conventional position, face to face, looking at that beautiful face of hers as he thrust his hot dick inside her.
He entered her with one swift, forward movement, and as he continued to plunge that burning tool around inside her box, her whole body began to twist and turn with every movement.
He liked one thing about Linda. When it came to sex rhythm, she had an instinctive flair for it. Every time that he would pump that inflated penis of' his forward, she would twist those ass-cheeks of hers in instinctive response.
Now he was blasting away, pushing and pumping his hot dick diligently inside her burning mound. As he continued to plunge his cock in her he enjoyed every burning movement. That hot peter of his was colliding with her pussy, and the strokes were rapid-fire, the kind that he loved to put forward.
His movements were brilliant, and with great anxiety Harry kept up that spirited tempo. He was driving his cock forward, making steady fervent impact with her mound.
"Oh, you're really in me now," Linda sighed. "I like the stabbing impact, baby. You're good at it. Oh, you know just how to get me excited."
He recognized that the extra impetus he was supplying by thrusting his finger vigorously inside her asshole was causing her to react that much more excitedly.
Harry was twisting that cock of his as he entered Linda ever more deeply. He would let his body rhythmically jerk, just to provide her with a little something different in the way of hot sensations.
As he plunged his prick ever deeper inside her, he recognized that Linda was as tight and as beautiful a fuck as he could ever hope for.
If only, he thought, he could cause her to take leave of her sexual inhibitions. He wanted badly to get her as excited about sex as he was, to cause her to forget about those phoney hang-ups that she rigorously adhered to.
As for the time being, though, all those thoughts were being subordinated to the back of his mind. As Harry moved that much closer to orgasm, driving that hot prick of his forward with great vigor, he recognized that his only goal was that of spilling his juices inside her mound.
As he moved that much closer to the big moment, he suddenly released that finger of his from her asshole. It was becoming too much of a distraction for him to concentrate with equal force on both her pussy and her anus.
So now he was concentrating exclusively for the moment on that burning snatch of hers, and the longer that he moved his cock vigorously inside her slit, the greater the feeling of frenzy that circulated throughout his entire body.
He worked his tongue forward, permitting it to maneuver inside her mouth. As she observed his tongue moving toward her lips, Linda gratefully opened her mouth, allowing him to enter inside it.
Now their tongues were exerting swift movements. He was twisting his tongue against hers, and as he did so, Harry kept on driving that tool of his with great earnestness inside her mound.
Harry was plunging his cock in there to the greatest depth of his ability, driving it frenziedly inside her blazing mound.
Back and forth he was circulating that hot tool, and as he did so, he moved that much closer to a burning climax.
That cock of his was on fire, set to explode its juices. And those balls of his were bulging to the fullest extent, all set to be unleashed in a spirited orgasmic act of triumph.
The great effort continued, and now Harry was beginning to realize that his wife was also moving toward climax.
When you've fucked a person's cunt as many times as Harry had Linda's, you get intimately acquainted with that person to the point where you can practically tell the interval at which they are about to explode.
Such was the case with Harry at that particular point in time. He realized just how close that beautiful woman was to exploding, and now it was just a question of which one of them would shoot first.
If there was one thing that Harry wanted to ensure a beautiful climax to the act, it was for them to explode at the identical moment of spontaneous passion.
So, with that objective in mind, he released his tongue from her mouth and exclaimed:
"Let's do it on target, baby."
"I'll certainly try."
"Oh, you're very close, aren't you?"
"Oh yes."
"How close?" "Very close."
"How close is that?"
"Oh, just a few seconds. How about you?"
"Oh, same thing."
"Oh, now I can feel the itch," she sighed. "Kiss me, baby. Let me feel that hot tongue of yours inside my mouth once more. I'm going to shoot, baby. Oh, I'm going to shoot. I want that tongue of yours."
He leaned his head forward, allowing his hot, red tongue to circulate inside her mouth.
The blistering tongue antics drove, them both into one last frenzied whirlpool of sensation.
Their bodies were both trembling with fervent anxiety as Linda began to shoot.
As the pussy juices bolted from Linda, Harry felt those first few white droplets of cum escaping from his blazing tool.
Now his hot, inflated pecker was reaching its ultimate pinnacle of sensation. The juices were flowing and all the while he continued to let his tongue eagerly stab against hers.
As their tongues locked in jet-propelled sensation, the both of them twisted and turned on the huge bed as they orgasmed.
It was a mutual climax, just the, thing that Harry wanted. If he couldn't have everything his way right down the line, he at least would have the satisfaction of knowing that they had orgasmed at the very same moment.
It was a delicious sensation that he experienced as the last few drops of the hot white juice spilled out of his organ and into her wet, waiting mound.
He liked feeling the wetness within her, and as he felt the pussy goo against his searing cock, it gave him a tremendous feeling of accomplishment.
Harry felt that through his efforts, through the act of blistering cunt fucking he had succeeded in getting her so aroused that she was tuned in to what he was doing. So tuned in, in fact, that they were able to experience a spontaneous climax.
He released his tool from her mound, throwing himself next to her.
He was panting now, feeling a measure of accomplishment over what had transpired.
"Now was that so bad?" Linda asked him after a few moments of silence had transpired.
"It's never bad with you, baby, it's just that I'd like a little variety. You know, like some sixty-nining or something."
"You mean doing each other?" she said with disdain.
"Yeah, I'd like to suck your ass while you're sucking mine. And I'd like to go down on your cunt while you're licking my cock. That would be beautiful."
"I happen to think what we just did was beautiful."
"Okay, I agree with that," he said wearily. "But it would be good to instill a little variety in the act once in a while."
"I guess you can turn off the light now, baby," she said softly, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"Okay," he replied with a nod.
As Harry reached up to turn off the light, he couldn't help but feel disgusted over the fact that Linda had changed the subject.
That was generally the case whenever he wanted to talk about adding some sex acts to their bedroom repertoire, and that was truly disgusting to him.
Chapter Four
Three days after Harry's bedroom interlude with Linda the gorgeous young housewife was doing a little tidying up around the living, room.
It was late morning, and her housecleaning efforts came to an abrupt halt as the telephone rang.
Linda picked up the phone.
"Hello, honey."
She recognized Harry's voice on the other end of the line. "Good morning, Harry."
"How's it going?"
"Oh, just doing a little housecleaning."
"That's my beautiful girl. Listen, I want you to go shopping and buy some good steaks tonight. Get some nice yin rose wine, too. We've got guests coming over."
"Who's coming?"
"You know Tracy Judd, my new secretary, don't you?"
"We've met," Linda said, letting a little sarcasm show in her voice. "She's the girl who wears her skirts up to her waist."
"Now, now, she's a very nice girl. Don't talk that way about her."
"She struck me as being a little on the cheap side," Linda kept up the sarcasm.
"I wouldn't have hired her as my secretary if she were cheap," Harry snapped. "Now get off that kick, Linda. There's no basis for any jealousy. Sure she's a beautiful girl, but so are you. So just cool it, will you?"
"Okay, so she's coming to dinner. I'm real impressed. Bringing your secretary home right in front of me."
"Hold on now," Harry cautioned. "She's coming with her husband. In case you weren't aware, she's married."
"So are you, but I'm still wondering about the two of you."
"Let's not go into that goddamn routine again," Harry said indignantly. "I've told you there's nothing between us, and I wish to hell you'd believe me. Besides, if there was, would it make any sense for me to invite both her and her husband over at the same time?"
"I have no idea, my dear."'
"The girl has been doing a very good job as my secretary."
"I'll bet."
"Will you knock this off?" Harry said impatiently. "In my line of business we've got to do a lot of entertaining."
"This strikes me as a bit of unnecessary entertaining."
"I knew you'd say that. I want morale to be maintained in my office. This girl works for me; she's done a good job. Whether you believe it or not, she's a competent secretary."
"Then why does she have to dress like a stripper?"
"There you go again with your Eighteenth Century morality. Believe it or not, honey, most women are dressed that way these days."
"Sure, and a lot of them are walking the streets and twisting their fannies while they're doing it."
"That's a dirty insinuation. I sure wouldn't let any girl like that work for me. A number of the girls at the office wear minis. Or haven't you noticed?"
"I noticed that Tracy did, and that's all that I can say."
"Sure. You know why? Because for one thing she happens to be my secretary, and for another she happens to have a beautiful body. That's why you noticed her. Because she stood out and has a job working right under me. Now get off the jealousy kick, baby. I'm getting damned sick and tired of it."
"I'm getting damned sick of you handing me ultimatums."
"It's no damned ultimatum. I'm simply telling you that the girl works for me and I'm not going to fire her just because you don't like her looks or the way she wears her clothes."
"Okay, this whole argument is giving me a headache," Linda sighed wearily. "I'd just as soon bug out now."
"Just remember, dear, run to the store and get some steaks and wine. Everything should be fine. I'll be home around six and Tracy and her husband will be arriving at seven. By the way, his name's Ken."
"I hope he's a little more restrained than she is."
"What's wrong with her personality now?"
"Oh, she seems too aggressive."
"That's how you interpret it. I just interpret it as friendliness. She tries to be nice to people, and I encourage it. After all, I do have to meet the public, and it's always nice to have a beautiful, wholesome young girl introducing me."
"Okay, have it your way. I'll have dinner ready."
"Thank you," Harry said, hanging up abruptly. Linda shook her head with disgust as she put the phone back down on the cradle.
There was one thing that turned her stomach, and it was the prospect of fixing a steak for Tracy Judd.
She had suspected ever since her husband had hired Tracy, that there was something between them. She regarded Tracy as a cheap girl, and felt that the secretary no doubt was throwing herself at her husband, who, in her estimation, would be more than receptive to the proposition.
In spite of how she felt, however, Linda promptly finished her housework, then drove to the supermarket.
On the way, she couldn't help but think about Tracy. Perhaps she was being ridiculous in her assumption that there was something between the young girl and Harry. After all, she thought, she did have a vested interest to protect.? Her husband, at thirty-five, was the youngest vice-president at the savings and loan institution where he worked. And just recently they had moved into a beautiful hilltop home in Pacific Palisades, which overlooked the Pacific Ocean.
Linda began to think about what Harry had said, that she was exhibiting irrational jealousy toward Tracy. Perhaps, she thought, he was right. Anyway, she decided to give Tracy the benefit of the doubt. She would treat -both Tracy and her husband Ken with the utmost in courtesy.
That evening when Tracy and Ken Judd arrived, Linda couldn't help but feel resentment when she observed that Tracy was wearing a passionate purple mini-skirt and white boots.
She told herself what she had resolved in her mind that afternoon, namely, to do her best to be kind to Tracy. Perhaps Harry was right, she kept telling herself. Maybe it was just a case of the poor girl being a victim of her times. Linda thought she looked exceptionally cheap, showing those gorgeous legs of hers and all, but who was she to decide?
Tracy's husband, Ken, was an interesting young man in his early thirties, who sported a moustache. He had an alert, intelligent expression in his dark eyes, and she liked his wiry intensity. Perhaps the vibrations would be better from Ken, she couldn't help but think.
The couple sat on the living room sofa, and immediately Linda offered them pre-dinner drinks.
"Just make yourselves at home, folks." Harry settled into his easy chair and smiled. "You are our guests and the red carpet treatment is yours."
"Thank you. We like informality," Ken said. "When we do go out, we don't like anything stuffy."
"Same goes here," Harry nodded, obviously pleased at Ken's remark. "If there's one thing I hate, it's those damned stuffed shirt affairs that Linda and I have to drag ourselves to. You know, this crap that we have to go to to please clients. It gives me a pain in the ass, if you don't mind me cutting loose with some crude language."
"I don't mind it one goddamn bit," Ken laughed.
"Good. I can see I'm among friends." Harry smiled.
Linda didn't like the way that her husband was fitting in with Ken and Tracy. Even though her initial impression of Ken had been favorable, now that she was hearing him cut loose conversationally, Linda was getting turned off.
She fixed their drinks, and as she did so she began feeling resentment. She saw that attentive little gleam in Harry's eyes when he first glanced at Tracy that evening. It couldn't help but cause Linda to reevaluate her thinking. Maybe she had been correct initially in determining that there was something between her husband and Tracy. At any rate, he certainly appeared eager to make both Tracy and her husband feel at home.
Linda walked into the living room carrying a trayful of drinks. Everyone had ordered scotch and water, making serving them much easier for Linda.
"Oh, thank you." Tracy smiled, picking up a glass from the tray.
Linda perched uncomfortably in a chair not far from where her husband Harry was sitting.
"Did I tell you, honey, what Ken does for a living?" Harry turned towards Linda.
"No, you didn't."
"He's an assistant philosophy professor at Stone Junior College."
"How interesting."
"Some of it is." Ken shrugged. "And, then again, some of it is a pain in the ass."
"What do you mean by that?" Linda asked.
"Oh, you know how it goes. It means having to subject myself to regimentation. There are certain philosophers you have to study, and there are certain subjects you have to go into. It all fits into a tiny nutshell. It's really depressing."
"But doesn't all of life really fit into some kind of nutshell?" Harry asked.
"Sure, that's right," Ken nodded. "Life is a bunch of bullshit, isn't it?"
"Is that the best summation of life you can give?" Linda asked in surprise.
"Oh no, it isn't necessarily a definitive summation. It's just a statement of the way things are. Like all the hypocrisy in the world."
"Yeah, there sure is a lot of that." Harry nodded. "Where would you like to start?"
"Like sex. That's a good way to start. I'll tell you one thing. I'm glad to be in the environment of the college atmosphere."
"I sure wouldn't like to be there," Linda said. "I keep hearing about all this pot smoking, and sex orgies. It's utterly disgusting. I hear so much about it on television and read so much about it in the papers. It revolts me."
"I hate to have to admit this," Ken laughed, taking a sip from his drink, "but I kind of fall into that category. There are a lot of cute chicks at school, and occasionally I'll ball one of them. On top of that, there's nothing that gets me more in the mood for sex than to smoke a joint. Quite a few times when Tracy and I are getting set for a hot session, we get in the mood by smoking. Isn't that right, honey?"
"Sure. There's nothing like a little grass to get somebody in the mood." Tracy smiled daintily.
"That's beautiful." Harry threw his head back- and laughed. "I mean, I've never quite had the guts to light up a stick of grass, but I'll tell you one damned thing. I admire you people."
"I must say that I don't," Linda said edgily. "Marijuana is a terrible thing. And you mean to tell me that your wife actually puts up with you having sex with other women?"
"Of course. It's a perfectly natural reaction," Tracy shrugged. "After all, he's a vigorous young man, and I don't believe in this monogamy concept at all."
"Then why did you get married?" Linda pressed.
"Oh, because I'd rather ball with Ken than anybody else. I'd rather live with him too, than I would with anybody else. But that doesn't mean that I confine him."
"You think it would be terribly confining if he could only have sex with you?" Linda asked.
"I sure do." Tracy nodded. "Besides, when he has a few other adventures, I find that he's that much more passionate around me. There's no substitute for experience.
"You people are absolutely beautiful!"
Now Linda looked over at Harry and frowned. She hated the way he was reacting to the situation. Not only that, but now her mind was churning. If Tracy would willingly condone her husband having sex with women, then it only stood to reason that Ken, in turn, would be tolerant of her having sex with other men. And that meant, more than likely, her husband Harry.
"I take it that you also have extramarital adventures, Tracy," Linda said, not even attempting to hide the sarcasm.
"Don't pry into her affairs," Harry reprimanded his wife.
"But she's been so open about everything," Linda said.
"Of course I have," Tracy smiled sweetly. "My life's an open book. Ken and I don't believe in hypocrisy. I'll answer, that question. I'll be perfectly glad to. Yes, I do a little balling. Generally it's in swapping sessions.
"Oh, so you people swap," Linda said sarcastically.
"Of course," Tracy answered nonchalantly. "But I know what you're thinking about. You're wondering whether I balled your husband. No, as a matter of fact, we haven't, but I'll be perfectly frank with you. If I had the chance, I probably would. But I respect his wishes. He hasn't wanted to mix business with pleasure. And he feels that you're a pretty sweet gal. So I haven't even attempted to make a pass at him."
"Are you satisfied now, baby?" Harry grinned at his wife's discomfort.
"Maybe we'd better have dinner now," Linda said, getting up from the chair.
As they finished the last course of the meal Ken began expounding more about of society, the hypocrisy
"If there was one thing I'd do if I were President, it would be to outlaw clothes," Ken chuckled. "Hell, animals don't wear them."
"I never stopped to think about that," Harry said. "I guess you're right."
"Of course. You know why sex orgies are dirty? Just because people think of -them as dirty. I think it's disgraceful to think of sex objects as dirty. I consider my cock to be wholesome. I think it's a nice cock, and any gal that gets it stuck in her is damned lucky."
Now Linda was practically choking on her food. She was thoroughly disgusted with the way this mod young couple was talking.
She was bristling with anger, and was seriously contemplating throwing her plate in Ken's face.
Chapter Five
Harry was settling into the spirit of the discussion, and Linda was getting incensed.
Following dinner, however as they sipped their wine, Linda became so tense and confused over what was happening that she began drinking more heavily than she normally did.
As for Harry, he was drinking at the same heavy rate that Ken and Tracy were.
"So, Harry, my philosophy in life is to just have a ball. And I mean that literally and figuratively."
Harry threw his head back and laughed.
"I just wish I could get Linda to go along with that," he said.
"Maybe you can, in time," Ken looked over at Linda and winked.
"Don't count on it," Linda told Harry sarcastically.
"That woman of yours has quite a bit of spirit," Ken said. "You take a little of that puritan out of her, and she'll really be a swinger."
"You know, that's one thing that pisses me off, and pisses me off one helluva lot," Harry said.
"What's that?" Tracy inquired curiously. "Oh, the thing that burns me up is that I can't get Linda to do certain sex acts with me."
"Like what?" Ken asked.
"Let's not go into that," Linda erupted bitterly. "No, let's lay everything on the table," Ken said. "That's what the laws of psychology say. Tell it all, honey. Let it all hang out."
"I'll go along with that," Harry nodded. "Oh, I can't get her to go down on me. Can you imagine that? When I get nice and hard, I've got an absolutely beautiful cock, but this stubborn dame of mine won't go down on it."
"Oh, it's a psychological hang-up." Ken shook his head.
"That's what I've been saying."
"I sure hope for your sake that in time your wife wises up. She's missing out on one helluva lot of pleasure," Tracy grinned. "You've got a nice cock, Harry. I'd love to go down on it."
"Would you?" Harry smiled.
"Why don't we all take off our clothes," Ken got up from the table suddenly and exclaimed. "I don't dig this stuff about people being dressed all the time. Nudity is beautiful. Let's all get undressed. We'd appreciate each other better that way."
"This is absolutely incredible." Linda jumped up from the chair and shook her head. "You want us all to strip?"
"Why the hell not?" Harry chuckled. "I'm learning a little something about life too, baby. I thought I was a pretty broad-minded guy, but old Ken here is teaching me quite a few lessons. God bless him. Yeah, I'll take off my clothes."
As Harry began to -rise slowly from the table, he got a look at Tracy's beautiful legs.
He could see beneath her mini a few stray long pussy hairs.
He looked at Tracy's sparkling blonde hair, and her baby blue eyes and was more turned on by her than ever. No, contrary to what Linda had been thinking, he had never jumped into bed with Tracy. Or engaged in any kind of sex with her. Or, for that matter, even kissed her.
Tracy had revealed pointblank that she would like to go down on his cock, and Harry felt that it would be just the perfect lesson for luscious but inhibited Linda to observe another woman fellating him.
He was certain that Tracy would be a great cocksucker She seemed to possess that I-don't-give-a-dam flair that one needed in order to be extra good at sex.
Ken took the lead in undressing, calmly beginning to climb out of his coat. He then quickly removed his shirt, throwing it off with a casual air.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle a little as he began to remove his clothing. But he was enjoying the act. It felt good for him to cast off restraints and let nature take its own course.
He was beginning to realize that he, too, had perhaps lived on too inhibited a scale. He wasn't quite as bad as Linda, but he still had a good deal to learn from Ken and Tracy about life.
As Harry began to slip out of his clothing, he looked over at Tracy.
She was removing her blouse, and as she did so, lie saw the magnificent outline of her gorgeous breasts. The only thing that stood between her tits and total nudity was her bra, and he realized she would be removing it next.
He recalled how many times he had observed her at the office, looking toward those breasts hungrily, and feeling a little guilty in the process. After all, he knew how much Linda meant to him and how it would have hurt Linda to know that he was admiring another woman.
So he had pretended on so many occasions that he didn't really admire Tracy that much, and was attempting to deny the fires that were burning within him in his anxiety to sample Tracy's beautiful body.
He stood there, his cock as rigid as it had ever been, observing her as she began to remove her bra.
He liked the slow, methodical way that she casually undressed. She was very relaxed in the whole process. Apparently she and Ken both believed precisely what Ken had said-namely, that it was completely natural for people to undress and parade around in the nude.
Harry's eyes lit up with greater anxiety than ever as he observed Tracy's fingers working around the back of her bra.
She undid the straps, letting the bra drop casually to the floor.
He saw those smooth ivory breasts, and Harry longed to reach out and kiss them, fondle them, squeeze them.
As Tracy removed her bra, Harry began to step up the pace of his undressing.
As for Linda, she was still sitting stunned at the dining room table. She couldn't get over what was happening in her own house. She felt that things were taking on mad-house proportions, and what worried her most of all was that her husband was going along with the crazy escapades of these young people who had come to dinner.
Linda watched with great sadness as Harry began to remove his trousers.
"This is great," Harry laughed. "I don't have to apologize about anything."
"There you go," Ken chuckled, pulling down on his shorts. "I don't like hang-ups. I hope, Harry old boy, that since I'm willing to let you have sex with my wife, that I can take on Linda over there. She's a pretty gorgeous gal."
"It's okay with me," Harry said. "The big problem is this. I don't know whether she will go along with it or not."
"You're damned right I won't," Linda shook her head. "I'm in a den of sinners. Either that or mad people. I'm not sure what."
"Now stop being nasty to our two lovely guests," Harry reprimanded.
"To hell with our two lovely guests," Linda said, jumping up from the chair she had been sitting in. "This whole thing is utterly absurd. Just look at them. Just look at you. You're all acting like a bunch of wild animals."
"You know my philosophy," Harry grinned. "I've always said that I was nothing more than an animal. I think people are nothing more than animals when they have sex, and that's what makes them beautiful. You see, baby, animals aren't hypocrites. They do whatever comes naturally."
"That's exactly what I told my philosophy class the other day." Ken chuckled. "You should have seen the smiles on their faces, particularly the girls. Oh yeah, I've balled a few of them, and that made them smile all the more."
"I'll just bet," Harry exclaimed, working out of his trousers.
Ken was completely nude and was exhibiting his huge prick.
He worked the fingers of his right hand up and down that seething rod of his, and as he did so, he looked over at Linda and winked.
"Come on, baby, we're going to have a little action tonight," he said.
Linda was feeling both dizzy and disturbed. But the longer that her eyes fastened on that long, hard dick of Ken's the better she liked it.
She was trying to tell herself that she was going crazy with the combination of alcohol and all the strange activities that were occurring, but somehow down deep she realized that it was not so. It was an earth shattering experience to recognize that she could be attracted to another man, and that, as he paraded before her, she could be desiring his huge cock.
Now it was Harry who was in the finishing act of undressing. As he slipped out of his shorts he revealed his huge prick; He walked over to Tracy.
"Just look at what I've got down here between my legs," he pointed toward his long stem proudly.
"Oh yes, that's quite a penis you've got there." Tracy laughed, reaching out with her right hand and touching the tip of it.
"Oh, it feels good when you touch my cock like that," Harry sighed.
As Linda watched her husband becoming more intimately involved with gorgeous Tracy, anger began to overtake her. She looked at Ken, and when he smiled once more at her, she smiled back. It was something of a faint smile, one that was projected only with great diffidence, but it was nonetheless a smile. A starting point. And Ken immediately recognized it as such.
"Come on over here and take off your clothes," Ken said. "Either that or let me take them off."
Linda sauntered slowly over toward Ken, stopping a few feet away from him.
"I can undress myself," Linda told him.
"Of course you can. You're a big girl now. It's just that I'd like to help you off with all those clothes. Let me have a shot at that dress of yours, baby."
"Well, if you really want to."
"Oh yes. I love undressing beautiful women. It gets me that much more excited. You see, I'm just a voyeur at heart. A voyeur and a stick man. I like action any way that I can get it."
"There's one thing about you. You aren't a hypocrite."
"That's what the world needs a lot less of to-day," Ken nodded soberly. "It needs less hypocrisy. So, come on, honey, and we'll strike a blow for candor and honesty."
Ken's long lean nude body moved silently toward Linda.
She was feeling extremely guilty about what was happening, yet there were forces that were overpowering her, erotic forces that seemed to be dictating a different course of action, a course of action which was in marked contrast to her lifelong moral standards.
There was something about the intensity in Ken's eyes, however, coupled with his lean, handsome frame and his huge erection that was instilling a sexual curiosity within Linda, one that was turning her into a seething mass of female sexuality.
Ken was reaching out and unbuttoning her dress. He did it smoothly, slowly, enjoying every movement that he put forward.
"Oh, I'm going to take all your clothes off, baby, then I'm going to give you a fuck like you've never had before," Ken whispered.
Periodically he would lean forward and kiss the back of Linda's ears as he continued to undo the buttons which held her dress together.
After he finished unbuttoning every button, Ken manipulated his fingers skillfully, pulling the dress off of her.
"Look, let's lie down on the rug for just a second," he exclaimed. "It's much easier that way to undress you."
Linda lowered herself downward towards the rug. All the while Ken was moving those fingers of his around her dress. He finished removing it, then focused his eyes on her lovely form.
He liked the way that she was put together with beautiful firm breasts and lean, spectacular legs.
As he allowed his fingers to maneuver up and down her thighs, he appreciated the firmness of her white body.
He was undoing her bra. He finished the job with just a flick of his wrists.
The bra whipped off and he was bringing his fingers to bear against Linda's nipples, which he alternately squeezed and rubbed. Ken knew that that was one way of getting a woman passionate quickly, and he was seeking to take advantage of the situation.
As Harry looked over and watched how Ken and Linda were warming up to each other, he recognized that Linda's resistance was swiftly melting. He had mixed feelings about the whole thing.
In a way he was glad. But in another way he was resentful since she was letting herself go with another man while she still would not even go down on his cock.
So he decided to carry on all the more explosively with gorgeous Tracy. As he watched her slip her silky white panties down her legs, that swollen tool of his hardened with erotic anticipation.
He watched the panties glide down her thighs, then move ever so slowly around her ankles. Lovely Tracy was deliberately moving the panties down her legs slowly, so that Harry would have an opportunity to get that much more turned on through the act of watching.
As a lovely young woman who had had many male admirers throughout her entire adult and adolescent life, Tracy knew just what it took to turn a guy on.
She recognized that in Harry's case, all she had to do was play her cards right and she would get precisely what she wanted out of him.
She sensed that he would be willing to go the entire route with her, and participate in any form of sexual act.
Tracy was stepping out of her panties and Harry's eyes were focused securely on her glistening white pussy hairs. How he wanted her, and how he wanted a gorgeous woman to go down on his rod!
"Do you think I look good?" Tracy looked at him and smiled.
"My God, you're a scenic wonder," he replied hotly. "I want you, baby, and I want you bad. Do you like going down on pricks?"
"Depends on who the prick belongs to. In your case, I'd love it. Do you like going down on hot boxes?"
"I'm wild about it."
"Then maybe we can have a brilliant sixty-nine." She smiled. "I like to be receiving and giving at the same time."
"Oh yeah, that's my idea of fun too," Harry nodded vigorously.
All the while his eyes continued to be fascinated by her exciting sex mound. The longer he looked, the more eager he became to exchange hot sucks with this gorgeous hunk of woman.
It made him feel like a fool to let all of this grass grow under his feet this long. She had been working in his office, and so many times he'd cast furtive glances in her direction, only trying to con himself out of the inevitable. Out of admitting that he was hot for her.
There would be no more of that kind of hypocrisy, he thought. Tracy's husband Ken was right. There was no room for hypocrisy in his life.
Chapter Six
Harry's cock was bulging with such anxiety that he couldn't take it any more just looking at Tracy. He had to go much further.
"Let's go in the bedroom," he whispered. "Oh yes," she smiled, turning her head toward her husband Ken. "Ken, honey, you two lovebirds can join us. We're going into the bedroom."
"Oh yes, we were doing real fine over here," Ken said, releasing his lips from Linda's.
They walked into the bedroom, and Ken couldn't help but think about how smoothly things had gone with Linda. He had regarded her as something of a problem, but the combination of booze and his hard cock had fortunately overwhelmed her, causing her to place her hang-ups at least temporarily in the background.
She had liked the smooth, flowing manner in which he had removed her bra then glided his fingers down toward her panties.
Oh, how Ken had loved working the panties down Linda's legs and finally off of her altogether. She had a beautiful body, one that he was just waiting to explode his hungry cock into.
It was Harry who entered the bedroom first, standing there and grinning as Tracy walked inside just one step behind him.
He watched her lovely firm asscheeks wiggle back and forth as she strolled casually toward the bed. Harry liked the fact that she was tuned in to screwing to such an extent that nothing would bother her. She was accustomed to going all the way with a series of men, and that made things so much nicer.
As Tracy delicately lowered her petitely beautiful body into bed, and slid her legs open accommodatingly, Harry's tongue picked up the vibrations.
He longed to work that tongue of his frenziedly against her mound.
"Go get her, Harry. She's certainly throwing out the warning signals," Ken called out with a laugh.
"Yeah, it sure looks like she wants me to go down on her."
"I do, honey. Come on and just kiss my pussy a few times," Tracy smiled. "Lick it a little, then we'll go to town in sixty-nine fashion. But I like a guy to tickle my pussy a little before I get into that. As a matter of fact, while you're tickling it with your tongue, I can be giving you a nice cock and ball massage."
"And I'll tell you something," Ken said, now throwing his arm around Linda as they stood and watched in the corner of the room, "she's fantastic with those finger movements. She'll really get that cock of yours moving into high gear. By the time she's pumped on it just a few times, you're going to be all set for that sixty-nine action. And when you start swapping tongue movements with this chick, you're going to find out just how great it can be. You'll blow your skull."
"Right now I'm interested in her blowing my cock," Harry smiled.
"Oh, she'll do a fantastic job, there's no getting around it. You just wait and see, old boy."
"As you can see, I'm certainly hard enough," Harry pointed toward his flaming rod. "I want this chick."
"Then come and get me!" Tracy grinned, letting her body rotate back and forth as she tantalized him with her pussy.
He moved swiftly toward the bed, climbing inside it and focusing his attention on his secretary's mound.
Harry dropped his head, letting his tongue go to work several times around her pussy. He let his tongue flick, permitting it to work swiftly, but not so fast that he was pushing her to the brink. He wanted to see to it that things developed in a gradual fashion. This was, as Tracy had herself earlier put it, only preliminary action. They would be working their way toward some hot activity, some future activity that would result in both of them exploding, preferably at the same moment
He manipulated his tongue around her mound for several hot strokes, then released it and kissed her pussy several times in brisk succession.
"Oh, you really know what I like," Tracy giggled girlishly. "Keep kissing my cunt, honey, I've really got a hot pussy. You're going to find out just how hot it is in a little while. You'll really find out when that tongue of yours goes to work against it. Oh, sweetheart, I really love this."
Harry kept up the fervent kissing for quite some time, then removed his tongue abruptly from her mound.
Linda was doing a slow burn as she stood watching with Ken's arm around her shoulder. She kept thinking that Harry was putting much more passion into the act of lovemaking with this secretary of his than he ever did with her.
Then she got to thinking about how many times she had attempted to put him off, like the last time they bad had sex, and she began to recall the numerous occasions on which she had refused to enter into certain sex acts that he wanted to have her perform on him. Maybe that was what was causing him to go so wild over this woman. That was what undoubtedly was causing the relentless sparks of anxiety to surface within Harry's body.
She had herself to blame for that, Linda thought, but she still couldn't help but feel resentful toward Harry. If they had only worked things out between themselves ... But now he was in the process of going all the way with his gorgeous secretary and Linda worried. She didn't know but what things might progress even further between her husband and Tracy once they got fully accustomed to one another.
Linda decided that the only way she could attain something in the form of reprisal would be to go all out with Ken, which would not be that difficult. To begin with, there was a certain boyish charm about Ken, as well as that indomitable spirit that he possessed.
Yes, he was a sexy man, there was no doubt about that and the sex bristled from every inch of him, particularly that flaming, peter.
So, if her husband Harry was going to go all out with lovely young Tracy, then she in turn could provide Ken with all the thrills he could possibly hope to receive.
Harry, at that moment, was manipulating the fingers of both hands around Tracy's gorgeous thighs as he let his lips once more plunge against her pussy.
This time he let his lips remain against her mound. He loved the impact, and suddenly he did not want to let go.
As his heart began to palpitate with great rapidity, Harry finally released his lips from her seething snatch.
He worked the fingertips of his right hand around her flaming box and, as he did, he got Tracy that much hotter.
As her legs began to kick outwardly in an unrestrained fashion, Ken looked at both of them and grinned.
"Now you've really got her going, Harry. You've got her eating out of the palm of your hand," he said. "She's going to give you a great blow job. Can this gal ever give head. You're going to find out just how good she is in a few minutes."
Harry heard every word that Ken said, and those words of confidence made him feel all the better as he let his fingers continue to manipulate around Tracy's mound.
He could feel some precipitation arising from her as a result of his action. She was getting dewy down there in her snatch, and that meant that she was that much more receptive when it came to immediate action.
Harry removed his fingers from her mound, and exclaimed: "That cock of mine is burning up. I want you to go down on it, honey! I want you to suck it right now!"
"Okay, if you'll eat my snatch at the same time."
"That's what I call a good deal."
"Then let's get into position, sweetheart. You just lie back there and I'll shove my cute little butt in your face."
"That will be the cutest sight in town," Harry laughed.
"Okay, you're going to see it."
"That means I can play with your butt while I'm sucking out your cunt."
"I hope you'll do more than play with it. I want you to suck it."
"Oh, that will be fine," Harry laughed. "Will you suck my asshole too?"
"Don't insult me even by asking," she laughed. "When I'm as turned on by a man as I am with you, sweetie, of course I will. You don't know how many times I've dreamed about making it with you. But you seemed so up-tight about the idea. You'd look over at me, then look away like you were guilty or something."
"Oh yes, I admit it, I had my hang-ups too." Harry nodded sadly. "But that's all in the past. From here on out I'm going to live for kicks. You two people have opened up my eyes tonight."
"We've done that for a number of couples."
"I'll bet. I guess your motto is that the couples that swap together and fuck together stay together."
"How did you ever guess?" she laughed. Tracy maneuvered her beautiful nude form diligently, propping her body upward and letting her cute, firm buttocks come to rest just slightly above Harry's tongue.
She was in perfect position for him to suck her asshole, and she let her mouth come to rest just a scant few inches away from Harry's bulging prick.
"Now we're all set." She nodded happily. "I want to work that tongue of mine around your asshole, honey. As soon as I start, you can begin working that tongue of yours as well."
"Oh, am I ever set."
"I know you are. I can tell it. Nobody gives me the kind of action you did when I was lying down there on my back unless the guy is pretty hot to trot. So let's get those tongues of ours working."
"We won't waste a movement."
Harry watched as Tracy lowered her head ever so slightly, then began to flick her tongue with sweeping, passionate movements around his asshole.
He liked the fact that her buttocks would wiggle ever so suggestively every time that her tongue made fleeting contact with his anus.
With a cute ass like that only a scant few inches removed from his already nervous tongue, Harry recognized that it was time for him to put his tongue to work against her asshole.
So he worked his tongue upward, allowing it to slide passionately around her anus.
Back and forth he was permitting his sizzling tongue to manipulate around her asshole, and as it did so, she in turn stepped up the pace of her licking movements.
Her tongue was darting unrestrainedly into his anus and, as 'she kept up those brilliant movements, working her tongue with searing rapidity, Harry kept pace with the movements.
He was letting himself go, working his tongue as swiftly as he knew how, driving it high inside Tracy's lovely asshole.
As he continued working his tongue frenziedly over her butt, he reached out and cupped his fingers around her beautiful asscheeks. He was impressed by the fact that her buttocks were so firm and nice, and he liked the way she instinctively wiggled them every time she delivered an-other hot stabbing stroke high into his anus.
Back and forth the frenzied movements continued, and as they did so, both of their bodies began to wiggle.
Perspiration began to form on Harry's forehead as he kept up the savage pace, not wanting to let up for one solitary second, enjoying every hot stroke that he put forth inside her flaming anus.
Her buttocks kept sliding back and forth as he kept up the sucking and finger activity simultaneously. He continued to squeeze those asscheeks, and as he did so, he manipulated his tongue high inside her anus.
It was a beautiful experience for both of them, and stroke for stroke they pushed each other into a state of great exhilaration.
"Just look at them go," Ken looked at Linda and grinned. "Pretty soon we'll be on that bed, honey, and I'm going to give you some beautiful action."
"I sure hope so. It makes you anxious just standing here watching all this," Linda said, though still not able to rid herself of jealousy and anger.
But the two lovers on the bed were intent on continuing their vigorous action, and as their bodies twisted and turned, Linda was aware of just how much sensation they were receiving from every thrusting tongue movement.
Harry was sucking more swiftly than ever, working his tongue as fervently as he knew how. He could feel the itchiness surfacing in his cock and balls, and he knew he couldn't keep up that frantic pace for much longer, at least not without exploding.
Chapter Seven
Those hot bodies continued to twist and turn as the ass sucking continued.
Harry was letting his tongue rip incessantly into her anus and, as Tracy continued to wiggle that hot ass of hers, she delivered equally searing tongue strokes inside of Harry's hot ass.
He realized just close he was to shooting. He could feel that hot juice in his swollen peter and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would be unleashing a sea of white lava inside of Tracy's mouth.
Harry released his tongue from Tracy's asshole, exclaiming:
"We've got to get down to, brass tacks now, baby. I can't take any more of that ass sucking. It's too hot. Oh, the steam is really building up down there in my balls. Go to work, baby."
"I'll lick those balls for you, then I'll switch to your cock."
"Just don't stay on my balls too long," Harry warned. "I'm just too hot."
"Okay, I won't."
With unflinching zeal, beautiful Tracy quickly turned her attention to Harry's steaming balls, which were bulging with anticipation.
She worked her tongue frantically around them, and as she did so, Harry got back to working his tongue around her flaming cunt.
He flipped his tongue forward, allowing it to plunge vigorously against her mound.
The first time that he permitted his tongue to come into contact with her moist box, Tracy's whole body began to tremble. He liked the way that her body was trembling and rotating, and it gave him that much more incentive to provide her with the best possible sucks that he could muster.
He was letting that tongue of his slide with greater freedom than before, gradually stepping up the pace as he worked it around her box.
As Harry began to give her fantastic sensations down there between her legs, Tracy in turn retaliated by working her tongue as speedily as she knew how around his balls.
Harry loved those tickling sensations, but knew that he couldn't withstand many more of them. After all, he would be exploding soon, and that was the big moment that he was awaiting.
Harry had wanted Linda to go down on him for so long, and he had been anticipating a hot cock suck, but not from Tracy. He had felt that Linda would have been the one to give it to him, but if it had to be Tracy, that was fine. She certainly could not have constituted a come-down of any sort.
She was whip lashing her tongue furiously around his balls, and as she did so, he in turn worked his tongue feverishly around her box.
Their bodies swayed back and forth with rhythmic anticipation as they sucked to their hearts' content, providing each other with brisk movements.
As the action continued to speedily unfold, Ken looked over at Linda.
"Doesn't it turn you on watching hot sex like this?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Linda nodded, even though she was feeling resentment over the fact that Harry was letting himself go to this extent with another woman.
There was no stopping Harry now, however, as he began to work that tongue as eagerly as he knew how around her box. He was driving it at a speedy clip, working it frantically against her blazing pussy.
As he continued sucking, she matched him stroke for stroke, putting the finishing touches on the ball action. After a few more hot strokes against his balls, she released her tongue swiftly.
"Oh, now it's time for me to go down on that prick," she sighed happily. "I've really been waiting for this, baby. It's just like a good meal. Save the best for last. This is going to be a delicious meal. I'm going to eat every drop of that hot stuff."
It made Harry happy to hear Tracy talk that way, and as she began to work her tongue around the tip of his cock, his whole body began to twist and turn even more rhythmically than before.
Harry was like a whirling dervish, his body trembling noticeably as she worked her tongue around the head of his cock.
Tracy would concentrate on his prick tip for only a short period of time. These were only the early movements, and soon she recognized that she would be working her tongue up and down the full base of his throbbing tool.
She wanted to taste him and she knew that Harry wanted to unleash those searing juices inside her mouth.
As for Harry, he continued to diligently explore her hot mound, working that tongue of his around her box.
Back and forth he slid his tongue, allowing it to work frantically around her box. He recognized that the greater the degree of sensation he provided for her in the form of his pussy suck, the better she would like it and the more eagerly she would work that tongue of hers up and down the full length of his throbbing spear.
She was working her tongue downward, moving it toward the base of his erect stem. Up and down she worked it until she was providing him with more sensations than ever. He could feel the itchiness shooting throughout his whole body and he felt the torrid pangs of desire as she kept up those fervent sucking movements.
He was moving his tongue as fast as it would go, recognizing that he would soon be releasing the juices from her pussy.
Several hot strokes later Harry reached out with his fingers and clutched her thighs. He didn't want to let them go, he wanted to continue clinging to her legs until she exploded her juices inside his mouth.
Harry recognized that it would not take long before those pussy juices would be exploding. With fervent determination he kept on sucking, working his tongue vigorously against her searing mound.
Several hot strokes later, Tracy's pussy juices began to spurt out of her mound and into his waiting mouth.
He enjoyed gobbling down every drop of her hot liquids, and as he did so, she continued to work her tongue up and down his throbbing instrument.
He was trembling more noticeably than ever, and he quickly released his tongue from her box.
"Come on, honey, keep it up," he stoutly encouraged her. "Work that tongue of yours around my cock. Oh, I wish you'd play with my balls, honey. Play with my balls as we work our way down to the end of the fuck. Come on, baby, I want to explode in that mouth of yours. I want to shoot off all my hot juices inside you."
Tracy was turned on all the more by the manner in which he was spurring her on. Now she was working her tongue sweepingly up and down the firm base of his hot stick.
Tracy loved letting her tongue slide along that smooth hard skin of his, and she recognized that she had Harry right where she wanted him, on the verge of a hot orgasm.
As she continued to work her tongue, as she maintained that hot pace, Harry reached out and played with her asscheeks. He pinched her buttocks even so gingerly as she kept up the hot sucking.
Tracy was working him toward the very brink of climax, pushing him to the very limits of his tolerability.
"Eat it, eat it," he gasped, "eat my hot cock juice. I'm going to shoot it in you, baby. Come on and suck it, baby, go after the hot stuff."
Several hot strokes later the sea of white volcanic juice began to spurt out of the end of his flaming dick and into her waiting mouth.
Diligently Tracy applied herself, determined to eat every drop of hot liquid that spilled out of the end of his swollen organ.
With systematic zeal, she continued to apply that tongue of hers to his cock, determined to eat everything that he could possibly summon forth in the way of passionate orgasmic liquids.
As for Harry, he was lying back, continuing to stroke her asscheeks as Tracy went after the final few drops of liquid that were spurting out of his organ.
"You're great, you did a perfect job," he said.
He observed a few tiny droplets plodding out of the sides of her mouth, but in the main she managed to hang onto the better part of his load. Harry was happy, since it was a thick load.. She had been able to handle it for him, and he was very pleased in the final analysis.
Now she removed her tongue from his cock, and as she did so, she heaved a sigh.
"That takes a lot out of a girl," she exclaimed.
"It certainly does."
"After a fuck like that, I think you two should take a little rest and give us an opportunity to take over center stage for a while," Ken called out, walking swiftly toward the bed.
"You certainly look like you could use a fuck," Harry grinned, "considering how hard that cock of yours is.
"Yeah, I really do need it."
"I'm sure Linda does by now," Harry looked at his' wife.
"Oh yes, I'm really hot for Ken's bod," Linda chuckled, reaching out and tucking him affectionately under the chin.
"Well, you've got it," Ken exclaimed confidently.
Now it was Harry and Tracy who were doing the watching, taking a position in the rear of the room and sitting down in chairs to observe the brisk sex activity involving Linda and Ken.
Ken immediately took charge of the action, throwing his arms tightly around Linda's slim waist.
He let Linda's firm, huge breasts crush against his chest. He liked the hot body friction that was swiftly building up between the two of them, and as her tits continued to crash against chest, he leaned forward and allowed his hot red tongue to manipulate its way inside her mouth.
Back and forth Ken directed that tongue of his to maneuver systematically against hers, and as he kept up the sweeping action, he permitted his fingers to roam down her back, then her legs.
He liked the warmth of his fingers coming into contact with Linda's beautiful body. She had a nice firm form. She was much taller than his lovely wife Tracy, but, all in all, they were put together in much the same way. It was just a question of Tracy being much shorter than beautiful Linda.
He liked Linda's long legs, and his fingers worked their way down them.
Back and forth his fingers manipulated around her legs. As they did so, he continued to work his tongue with systematic grace around her mouth.
Their tongues collided and locked repeatedly and, as they did so, he kept on permitting his chest to plunge against her breasts.
Harry was getting an eyeful. He was seeing that Linda, despite her many protestations, was able to get turned on with another man.
Not only was she turned on, he thought, she was probably going to do whatever Ken wanted her to do. Of course, he felt that Ken probably wouldn't want to take any chances of turning her off, and so he might be inclined to keep his desires at a conventional level.
It was Harry's calculation that Ken would more than likely explode his penis juices inside of Linda's moist twat. After all, Harry thought, Linda had a beautiful body, and she was tight down there between her legs. Ken would realize what she had to offer, and would probably want to fuck her that way in the first place, particularly considering the fact that 'it was his first opportunity with her.
The tongue kissing continued for so long that it astounded Harry. Never before had he seen his wife go to work with that type of savage intensity as she was with Ken.
Back and forth their tongues continued to twirl, and finally, as Ken released his tongue from her mouth, he exclaimed: "I want to suck your ass!"
"Oh, I wish you would," Linda exclaimed. "I got so hot watching Tracy and Harry do it."
"Just watch my smoke," he laughed.
As Ken dropped his head down toward her receptive anus, he reached out with the fingers of both hands, permitting them to glide around her hot breasts.
Back and forth he manipulated those fingers and as he stroked her tits with magnificent grace he thrust his tongue deep into her asshole.
He didn't waste any time with slow, getting-acquainted movements. Ken meant business, and through it all he maintained his game plan, that of getting Linda to compromise herself in a way that would astound even her while she was doing it.
He liked the kind of challenge that a woman like Linda afforded, and Tracy, as she watched the unfolding action, knew precisely what to expect. She had seen it happen so many times in other swap sessions. Ken regarded himself as a convert maker in the realm of sex. He loved getting hold of a woman like Linda, who was fearful about performing certain sex acts, and getting her to lose her inhibitions.
As he let his tongue wiggle and slide vigorously inside her anus, Ken continued to manipulate his fingers around Linda's breasts and nipples.
Every time that he gave her breasts or nipples a slight squeeze, her whole body would quiver in dramatic response. She was getting accustomed to Ken's kind of wild, savage fucking, and she was finding out just how much she could enjoy that kind of searing activity.
His tongue was sliding high and deep inside her anus, and Linda was having a great deal of difficulty breathing. Her breath came in quick gasps. She was being thrown into an uncontrollable state of ecstasy, and her pussy was now on the verge of explosion.
"Oh, my snatch is on fire," Linda cried out.
Harry could not help but flinch. It was the first time in his memory that he could recall Linda using that word, or any one like it, during the act of sex. Apparently Ken was bringing her out of her shell, and Harry didn't know whether he should feel happy or sad.
Ken continued to manipulate his tongue in Linda's asshole, and as he did so, she called out once more: "Oh, it's burning up, oh, my snatch is on fire, baby! You're going to have to put that fire out. Come on and play the role of a fireman, sweetheart. Your tongue is up to it. Come on and start to work with that tongue. I need the tongue action, I need it bad."
Ken slowly released his tongue from her anus, and as he did so, there was a certain smile of contentment on his lips.
He knew that he was making headway, and making it fast.
Chapter Eight
Ken had his tongue ready to go to work on Linda's snatch.
He reached down and gripped her thighs thoughtfully, then let his head drop swiftly. He began to move his tongue spiritedly against her hot pussy, and as he did so, he let his tongue let itself go.
Ken was systematically following his plan. He knew that after he succeeded in getting Linda to shoot off her pussy, he would then be able to move into the forbidden act, the one he knew she had never participated in before.
Back and forth his tongue was sliding in her twat, and as it did so, he maneuvered his fingers from her legs to her breasts.
He was squeezing her tits earnestly, manipulating his fingers as he kept on tonguing her pussy.
She was rotating that hot body of hers with consummate passion as he kept his raging tongue burning her hole.
Back and forth he systematically drove it at a whirlpool clip, and as he did so, he pushed Linda that much closer to a stimulating climax.
"Boy, old Ken really has the tongue working," Tracy chuckled.
"I guess he likes my baby's snatch."
He sure does. Well, she's a beautiful woman. I can't help but admire her."
"Yes she certainly has her good points."
All the while Ken was fervently working that tongue of his around her box, pushing Harry's wife that much closer to climax.
Linda's body was trembling and she closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying those fervent movements that were unfolding down there between her legs.
She could feel each of the penetrating movements, and they certainly had their impact. Her whole body was trembling hungrily as Ken's tongue kept on finding the mark, driving with whiplash movements around her hot mound.
"Oh, drive that tongue in me," she gasped. "You're really working it, baby. Oh, this pussy of mine is going to explode. You can bring it out of me, sweetheart, just keep on working your tongue."
Ken kept on permitting his tongue to work around her mound, and now he was bringing those movements to bear even more swiftly than before. He was driving himself to the fullest extent possible, eagerly anticipating the hot droplets of juice that he knew would soon be spilling into his waiting mouth.
He was squeezing Linda's nipples more fervently than ever as he pushed into the final stages. Soon she would be exploding those juices.
"Oh, eat it, eat it," she called out impatiently. "I'm going to shoot my juices into your mouth, baby. Come on and catch every drop. Oh, I know you're going to find the juices delicious. Go after them, oh, eat me. Come on, baby, eat every drop."
The hot spurts of pussy juice began to flow from her, and her asscheeks began quivering in instinctive reaction to what was happening.
The juices were flowing like wine, and handsome Ken was going after every drop that spurted out of Linda's mound.
Ken was working those fingers of his around her breasts more eagerly than ever as he went after those final few drops that got out of her mound.
He released his tongue from her snatch, and as he did so, he was eager to move onward.
"I'm going to finger fuck that asshole of yours," he said.
"Oh, that sounds like fun."
"It's all fun where fucking is concerned."
As Harry and Tracy watched from the background, Ken confidently thrust the index finger of his left hand high and deep inside Linda's anus.
Linda's body fluttered and she couldn't help but heave a couple of quick sighs as he shoved that finger high and hard into her asshole.
As he kept up those hot, systematic movements, Tracy leaned over and said something to Harry.
"You just wait and see," she said. "He's really getting his kicks. And he's going to get just what he wants out of her."
"Which is?"
"You wait. This is just a preliminary build-up." All it took were a few hot finger stabs inside of Linda's asshole, and her whole body began to squirm.
She was bouncing up and down on top of the bed, and all the while he kept on pumping his finger rapidly inside her asshole.
He kept up the finger stabs for quite a few minutes, enjoying the reaction that he was receiving from his efforts. As he released that finger, he looked at her and exclaimed: "I'm going to fuck your asshole now!"
"Oh no, I'm scared of that," she replied. "Nobody has ever done that to me."
"I know, and it's such a tragedy. You've got such a beautiful butte sweetheart. I know you'd be great to fuck there. I know that that steaming pecker of mine just has to plunge high into that asshole. Just give me a chance, baby. Didn't you like the finger fucking?"
"Of course I did. You could tell by how I was reacting."
"That's my very point," he nodded. "That means you're going to enjoy the ass fuck even more."
"But I'm so scared."
"You don't have to be. You're going to love it. At one time you were a virgin, remember? And I'll bet that you were plenty scared the first time you got a hard cock shoved into your snatch. Isn't that so?"
"Yes, that's true. But this is so ... it's so Unnatural."
"Bull shit it is." Ken shook his head. "A lot of cultures do this all the time. And they do it sometimes even more than certain other acts that we accept. Don't listen to that crap that you hear from people who don't know any better. There's nothing like a little sodomy session to get a guy and a gal both plenty hot."
"I don't know. I don't know if I would like it at all."
"Just stick with me, baby. Have I given you any bum steers yet?"
"No. Sex has been beautiful with you."
"It will be more beautiful than ever," he said with conviction.
Once more Ken glided that index finger inside her ass, stabbing high and hard as Linda gingerly worked her body back and forth.
He withdrew that finger of his, and as he did so, he got set to enter inside her anus.
He worked the fingers of his right hand inside her pussy, dipping down deep and removing some scoops of pussy juice, which he had on his fingers.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked.
"Very simple. I'm going to loosen that ass of yours up, honey. If you've never had it there before, then penetration is really going to be something."
"I'm afraid it's really going to hurt a lot."
"No, it isn't. It will just sting a little, but you'll like it."
Harry watched with astonishment as Ken put some of the pussy juice inside of his wife's anus, then rubbed the remainder onto his cock.
"Is that what you figured he was going to do?" Harry turned and asked Tracy.
"Of course. I've seen him break in lots of chicks this way."
Harry hardly knew how to react to what was happening. His wife had refused to even go down on his cock, and now she was willing to let another man fuck her anus. The thought of sodomy would have been so repugnant to Linda that Harry hadn't even dared mention it. Harry had just been trying to get her to suck his cock, and there she was, lying there with her legs spread, her ass ready to be fucked by Tracy's husband.
Ken reached out and gripped his fingers gingerly around her thighs. He clamped hold of Linda's beautiful thighs, then thrust her legs upward, allowing them to rest against Ken's shoulders.
Ken was prepared to plunge that prick of his forward for the first time. He liked the beautiful angle he had, and as he got set to shove his penis into Linda's ass the first time, he reached out and played with her nipples.
"Here it goes," he grunted.
She closed her eyes, and her body quivered nervously as he shoved his penis relentlessly forward.
With one propulsive forward thrust, Ken entered Linda's rear plunging that dick of his into her anus. He made certain, however, that he did not plunge it in all the way. He knew that it would sting her to receive those first few jolts, and he wanted to break her in before he got into the truly penetrating ass stabs, the ones that would result in her getting his cock shoved all the way up her rectum.
"Ah, it's tight, just like I knew it would be," Ken sighed. "That's the real challenge for a man, getting a nice tight fuck like this. Oh, baby, you've really got a tight ass."
His fingers continued manipulating Linda's nipples. He steadily plunged that tool forward, letting that inflated peter of his push even higher and deeper into her anus.
Sure Linda was hurting, sure her behind was stinging, but there was something about the idea of Ken's huge prick penetrating her consistently that she liked. She liked the excitement, the sexiness of the act, and there was a side of her that was completely letting go, basking in the enjoyment of all that was happening.
He was steadily plunging his pecker high and deep inside her hot anus.
As he kept up those steady movements, driving that prick of his deeply inside her anus, he enjoyed every stabbing sensation. He was plunging it into the hilt, shoving his cock all the way into her rectum.
With each hot rectal stab of his inflated organ, Linda felt sensations unlike any she had ever experienced before in her life. She could hardly believe the fact that she was simultaneously receiving painful stings in her rear hole that carried throughout her body, but at the same time was deriving more in the way of passionate sensation than she ever had through any act with anybody else.
Ken was a genius when it came to fucking, she couldn't help but think as he kept on providing her with those punishing forward strokes, driving that fervent rod of his high inside her anus.
He switched his finger activity from Linda's nipples down to her legs. He grabbed hold of her ankles and kept on driving that prick of his, pushing it forward, punishing her with every hot stroke, moving her ever closer to a passionate climax.
She was speechless, unable to say a solitary word. All Linda knew was that she was overridden with sensations. Her head began to spin, as Ken kept on driving his hot penis higher into her anus.
Linda was rocking back and forth, enjoying the penetrating stabs of his cock in her butt.
There was no stopping him. Ken was like a man possessed with one basic goal,. that of exploding his cock inside her anus. Nothing else seemed to matter as he kept up his searing strokemanship, pushing that punishing swollen organ of his into the most innermost depths of her asshole.
"Oh boy, he's really fucking!" Tracy laughed. 'Well, your wife needed it. She really had some terrible hang-ups. I really felt sorry for her when I met her."
"This is incredible," Harry said dumbfoundedly, his chin dropping.
There was a side of Harry that could not help but feel humiliated over the fact that his wife was coming of age sexually not with him but with another man. The one act that he knew she would find the most verboten of all, that of ass fucking, she seemed to be enjoying more than any other.
He could tell by the way that her legs were flailing with every forward stab that Linda had accustomed herself to this kind of lovemaking. She had adjusted so swiftly that Harry could hardly believe it, and all the while he kept up the punishing pace, stabbing that asshole of hers with relentless desire.
Now Ken was working his way toward the climax of the act. There was no stopping his rapid-fire cock as it continued to plunge and pierce pulsating inside Linda's asshole.
He was driving it into her rectum, enjoying every forward stab, letting the passions within him build beautifully toward a searing climax.
"Oh, what an ass," Ken exclaimed. "What a beautiful ass. Do I love fucking it. Oh, honey, that is it! Keep your ass cheeks moving, keep them rotating, sweetheart! I'm going to spill my hot juices in that hot asshole. Oh, you're really going to love that, baby. You like being assfucked and you're going to like the juice. You're going to love that wonderful hot juice when it shoots inside your anus."
Those fingers of Ken's were pinching Linda's asscheeks. He was deliberately hurting her, providing her with a little more pain as he kept punishing her rectum with his forward strokes.
Several hot stabs later, he heaved a sigh, at which point his stored-up juices began to release themselves out of his prick and into her asshole.
"Oh, oh," he sighed.
As his semen continued to spill, he held onto those asscheeks firmly. He squeezed them powerfully as the spurts of liquid continued to spill out of the end of his powerful cock and into her anus.
Linda was so dizzy that she hardly knew where she was or what she was doing. It was an experience unlike any other that had transpired previously in her life.
Here was this man who had been a total stranger to her up until that evening, and he had succeeded where her husband had failed. Whereas poor Harry wanted nothing more than a blow job, this man had demanded and had received a searing ass fuck.
A thoroughly triumphant Ken slowly released his penis from Linda's asshole.
Chapter Nine
Tracy was looking at Linda hungrily as she lay exhausted in the middle of the bed.
Linda, after having had her ass fucked by Ken, was attempting to catch her breath. Now the dizziness was beginning to subside as she lay there, wondering just what was happening to her.
Never before had she been propelled to such passionate heights.
"Yes, that's one beautiful woman you're married to." Tracy smiled, continuing to observe Linda.
Harry turned his head and looked toward Linda. He noticed a look of admiration in Tracy's eyes as she kept staring at Linda. Could it be? Harry wondered. After all, he knew that Tracy had a very liberal viewpoint.
Soon the answer to his question was provided. Harry watched with great interest as Tracy moved quickly toward the bed, executing a nimble dive onto it.
She reached out and ran her fingers over Linda's pussy, manipulating the fingers briskly with her right hand around Linda's box.
"Oh, Tracy, what are you doing?" Linda looked at Tracy strangely.
"I love you, baby. You're beautiful. I knew you were, right from the very beginning. I wanted you then, but I couldn't say anything."
As Tracy continued to manipulate her fingers around Linda's mound, which was becoming increasingly hotter as a result of her passionate strokes, the young secretary thrust her head forward.
She was letting her lips plunge devastatingly against Linda's. Tracy recognized that Linda was still astonished over what was happening. She was convinced that Linda had never been exposed to Lesbian lovemaking before, but she was aware of how amenable Linda was to sexual suggestion now that she had been fucked in the ass by Ken.
So Tracy continued to press her lips firmly against those of Linda. As their lips remained locked, and as Tracy continued to maneuver those fingertips of hers sweepingly around Linda's nest, Linda was beginning to get hot down between her legs once more.
The fires were building rapidly, and the longer that young Tracy kept her lips pressed against those of Linda, the more impressed Linda was be-coming with it all.
She was no longer shocked. Now she was becoming only too well aware of the fact that she could feel sensations when in the act of sex with a woman.
Tracy suddenly released her ups from Linda's. She then thrust her tongue forward, letting it slide inside Linda's open mouth.
Linda was still startled, and once more her head began to spin. She was beginning to feel guilty about the fact that she was experiencing all kinds of torrid sensations down in her mound from the activity that Tracy was providing for her.
Tracy wasn't about to let the pace slacken. As her tongue wound its way around vigorously inside Linda's mouth, she continued to provide her mound with stirring finger sensations.
The fingers were moving more briskly than ever, and as they did so, Tracy allowed her tongue to dance and press eagerly against Linda's.
It was not until Tracy had spent a great deal of time thrusting her tongue against Linda's that Harry's secretary decided to release that scorching tongue of hers from Linda's mouth.
She could tell from the way that Linda's body was quivering that Harry's wife was hot for more action, and Tracy was not about to disappoint her.
Now that the softening-up process had occurred, and had been markedly successful, Linda leaned forward and then exclaimed:
"I don't know what's happening here."
"You'll understand soon enough!" Tracy winked.
Tracy leaned forward and let her tongue work its way toward Linda's breast.
With vigorous dispatch, Tracy let her tongue go to work on Linda's left breast. She worked with great conviction, determined to get Linda as hot as possible. She knew she needed to taste Linda, and now she was determined to get Linda as hot as possible before getting into the act.
Tracy dropped her tongue toward Linda's left breast, going to work on it with systematic grace.
Even though Tracy was so hot that she could hardly restrain herself, she made it a point not to attack the other girl's breast too rapidly. She wanted to give Linda a chance to get acclimated to the kind of beautiful sex she was providing for her.
Back and forth Tracy slipped her tongue eagerly over Linda's hot flesh, and as she did so, Linda settled into the beauty of the act. She was enjoying the hot strokes that Tracy provided her, even though there were still some strains of guilt knifing through her.
Linda wondered about having love made to her by another woman. It just didn't seem to make sense in one context, yet in a broader context, it seemed to make all the sense in the world. As Ken had said so many times, if an act provides one with a certain degree of happiness, then there really isn't anything wrong with it.
Linda was wondering if she was becoming jaded through all of this quick indoctrination. She recognized that she was now enjoying those hot strokes, and she took the same degree of delight in them as she would have taken had they been generated by a man.
Back and forth the sucking continued, until Tracy decided that it was time to switch the tongue movements over toward her other breast.
Tracy went to work fervently on Linda's right breast, working her tongue with magnificent dexterity and skill.
She was stepping the pace up dramatically, and as she did so, Linda's body began to twist and turn in the same fashion that it had when Ken was providing her with hot action earlier.
"Oh, honey, this is too much," Linda said. "I really love what's happening."
Tracy recognized that, given sufficient opportunity, she could get this girl extraordinarily hot. It was a feather in her cap, she thought, to convert somebody like Linda into enjoying Lesbianism that fast. Even though Linda might have been a beginner, she was a very sexy woman, and was just the type who would enjoy some brisk tongue strokes, whether they came from a man or a woman.
As she briskly worked her tongue around Linda's breast, Tracy reached out and grabbed her lover's asscheeks. She permitted her fingers to circulate slowly and smoothly over Linda's creamy buttocks, and as she did so, she drove her tongue all the more rapidly against Linda's breast.
She released her tongue from Linda's breast, letting it go to work on Linda's mound.
She began by working the tongue slowly, hoping to provide Linda with the maximum in sexual satisfaction. If she could play things coolly, Tracy thought, then everything would go well.
As the pace accelerated, Tracy was able to clearly recognize just how turned on her lover was becoming. Now Linda's legs were twisting and turning more rapidly than ever as those hot tongue strokes continued.
"Oh, I can hardly believe this," Linda exclaimed. "You're so good with that tongue, baby."
Tracy was determined to suck Linda to completion, and was working her tongue as quickly as she knew how around Linda's aroused mound.
As the action continued to unfold, Harry was sitting there in a chair watching the action with a dumbfounded expression. He could scarcely conceive of his wife being sucked by his secretary, but it was unfolding in the middle of his bed, and the whole act was actually beginning to fascinate him now.
As he sat there watching gorgeous Tracy thrust her tongue around inside Linda's box, and as he observed Tracy running her fingers briskly over Linda's buttocks, he began to get hot. His cock began to noticeably harden, and as it did so, he paid meticulous attention to what was happening in the middle of the bed.
"I knew that Tracey dug her right from the very beginning," Ken looked over at Harry and smiled knowingly.
"That tongue of hers is really going to work."
"And that cock of mine will be going to work soon," Ken laughed. "I just love jerking my dick off while I'm watching two chicks make it. Don't you?"
"I hate to have to admit this to you, Ken, but I've never seen two broads make it before now."
"You've got to be kidding," Ken chuckled.
"I thought that I was a pretty worldly guy, but I'm finding out just how little I experienced."
"You mean tonight's the night for revelation?"
"To say the least," Harry nodded, continuing to focus his eyes with fixed fascination on what was occurring in the bed.
Tracy was moving closer to her goal, that of hot orgasm. Her tongue was manipulating briskly around Linda's flaming vagina and now Linda's legs were kicking with ferocity as she moved closer toward her own moment of climax.
"Come on and eat me," Linda said. "I want to pour my pussy juice in your mouth, baby."
Tracy was very receptive to Linda's words, and continued to exercise her tongue with speedy efficiency around Linda's pussy.
"Come on and go after it," Ken called out. "Go after the hot juice, sweetheart."
A few flaming strokes later, the pussy juices began to explode out of Linda's blazing snatch.
"Eat it, eat it," Linda whispered.
Tracy licked her to completion with stout determination, then released her tongue suddenly from Linda's mound.
"Now let's do it sixty-nine style, baby," Tracy suggested. "I want you to eat my snatch while I'm eating yours."
"Oh, I don't know if I could ever do that," Linda replied.
"Of course you could. Don't be foolish, Linda. Until I sucked your snatch, you had never had it done by a woman. It really isn't any different when you suck a woman's snatch than when you get it from a man. You need the experience, baby. It will be good for you."
"Yes, go ahead, sweetheart," Ken said. "It's another new experience, just like getting sodomized."
"Just let me go to work on your snatch for a little bit," Tracy said. "I'm determined that after I've given you some hot action, you're going to come right back and start sucking me. You just wait and see."
"I wouldn't bet against it," Linda laughed. "Not after all that I've been through."
"No, I don't suppose you would," Harry said.
"It's incredible all you've done tonight. Especially considering I could hardly get you to fuck at all before."
"Now I'm going to suck your wife's pussy again," Tracy laughed.
Harry watched Tracy proceed once more, working her tongue fervently around Linda's still aroused snatch.
This time Tracy was even more determined than she had been on the previous occasion. She wanted to see to it that this beautiful girl would go down on her, just as she was going down on Linda.
She kept up that hot stroking for several long seconds, reaching out and squeezing her lover's nipples as she systematically worked her tongue.
As Harry watched with great interest, he observed his wife lifting her head upward, then permitting that tongue of hers to begin stabbing inside of Tracy's hot mound.
He noticed how quickly Tracy responded, her body twisting and turning with every thrusting movement that Linda put forth.
As the sucking continued at a rapid clip, and as the bodies of the two girls twisted rhythmically with every hot tongue stroke, Harry looked over at Ken.
Sure enough, just as he would have anticipated, Ken was working his fingers briskly up and down his steaming pecker.
"Oh, keep fucking, girls. You're both too much," Ken exclaimed, continuing to pump up and down on his big prick.
As Ken began pumping, Harry discovered that he too was becoming overwhelmed by it all. As a result, he reached out with his right hand, moving his fingers up and down his huge rod.
He liked moving his fingers briskly, and as he did so, he continued to watch the steadily unfolding sight of beauty on the bed.
Now both hot female asses were thrusting back and forth, twisting and turning with every rhythmic movement as the blistering sucking pace continued.
Back and forth those tongues were working in and out of both cunts, driving at an enthusiastic pace as the two women moved that much closer to the exciting erotic finish that they both were seeking.
They were moving quickly toward climax, and it was just a question of who would be exploding first.
As for Tracy, she appeared to be genuinely overwhelmed by Linda's enthusiasm. It made her feel great to know that she had succeeded in getting Linda to overthrow her qualms about girl sex.
They were both maintaining a blistering pace, matching each other stroke for stroke, and driving themselves and each other that much closer to a brilliant climax.
A few hot strokes later, Linda exploded her juices inside Tracy's waiting mouth.
Harry was pumping his dick faster than ever, and as he did so, he heard Ken gasping next to him.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," Ken said.
Harry turned and-observed the spurting white penis juice shooting out of the end of Ken's dick and hitting the floor.
Harry was pumping that prick of his as earnestly as he knew how, driving his fingers up and down as he watched Tracy begin to explode under the steady impetus of Linda's tongue.
Harry jerked several more times, after which he let out a loud sigh.
He looked down at his bulging spear, then observed the flowing sea of white juice as it shot out of his cock and hit the floor.
Now the girls were both satisfied. They had climaxed within several seconds of one another.
"You see, we can't help but bring a little happiness and joy into the world when we get this intimate," Tracy looked at Linda and smiled, running her fingers affectionately over her breasts.
"It was very beautiful." "Oh yes, baby, it was that." Ken looked over at Harry.
"All in all it's been one helluva evening." Harry said nothing. He was too startled by it all to say a thing. He just nodded, and kept looking toward the bed, where Linda and Tracy had their arms around each other.
Harry could still hardly believe that Linda had compromised herself that many times in as many ways as she had that evening.
Chapter Ten
It was late the next morning, and Harry's eyes were reddened with fatigue.
Even though he had gotten a few hours sleep, he was barely aware of that fact.
As he walked into the kitchen ever so slowly, his wife Linda was having a cup of coffee. Her hair was mussed up, and her face was pale. She too gave every indication of having been through a good deal the night before.
"Good morning," Harry half groaned.
"I don't know what's so good about it," Linda snapped.
"Do you have a headache too?"
"Oh, my head is absolutely throbbing. But that isn't what is really bothering me."
"Then what is? This headache of mine will certainly do me for a starter."
"I'm bugged about what happened last night.
It was utterly disgraceful. I'm ashamed of myself."
"You mean the fucking?"
"Oh, there you go, talking bluntly again."
"Well, you did enough of that for both of us last night," Harry said pointedly.
"Don't rub it in."
"I'm not trying to rub anything in, dear. I just happen to be stating the facts as they are."
"Well, I was drunk. I was a fool. I hardly ever drink as a rule. When I did drink, look what happened to me. I got in trouble, bad trouble. Never again."
"Oh hell, it's just one of those things."
"The hell if it was just one of those things."
"Now you're talking like me," Harry chuckled. "I mean it's depressing. To think that I let Ken do what he did to me. And to think that I actually engaged in ... Lesbianism. My God, how awful."
"Don't let it throw you."
"Oh no. You probably enjoyed it all, didn't you?" she looked at him with fire in her eyes.
"Look, just because you got a hangover and some guilt hang-ups, don't come on strong at me. I'm not in a mood to take it, baby. I've got a hangover, a real bad one. I had a helluva lot of fun fucking last night. If you want to bitch about what happened, that's your business. I'll tell you one thing, though. As your husband it really pissed me off to see you gladly letting that guy fuck your asshole when you wouldn't even blow me."
"But I wasn't myself last night," she replied crisply. "Can't you see that, you fool?"
"Hold on a second. Don't you go calling me a fool. You're free and over twenty-one, sweetheart, and you knew damned well what you were getting into. Don't use those drinks as an excuse. Oh sure, they might have loosened you up a little, but not to the point where you were going to do something that you would have detested doing otherwise."
"You mean to say you think I would have done that even if I hadn't had the drinks?"
"You very well might have, under the right circumstances. I'm just pissed off at the whole thing for just one reason, though. First of all you come on strong at me like it was my fault you got into all the fucking. Then you tell me you're disgusted with me. Hell, how about you? I have plenty of reason to be disgusted with you. To think that you wouldn't even go down on my cock, my beautiful, wonderful cock. Well, that gorgeous little honey who works for me certainly will. That ought to hold you for a while."
"Oh, so maybe you'd prefer her to me." Linda jumped up quickly from the table and shook her fist at her husband menacingly. "Maybe you'd just like to divorce me and. marry her. You think maybe you can work something like that out?"
"I don't know. But I don't really want to," Harry did his best to keep it cool. "All I'm saying is that I find it pretty disappointing to think that you'd go all the way with another man but you won't with me."
"That's probably the main lesson you learned from last night."
"It's one of them."
"What else did you learn?" Linda asked in a blistering tone.
"I learned that people were stupid to have hang-ups. Hell, I don't have any more hang-ups. I just like to do things as I want to do them. Old Ken really straightened me out on that point. I can see how foolish I have been in the put. He was absolutely right. There is no reason why a person should have all these hang-ups. If a person wants to ball, he wants to ball. That should be the only question he asks. Does he want to fuck."
"That is utterly disgusting," Linda shook her head.
"So you haven't really changed'? I mean, I thought that you had."
"It was only a temporary change."
"Oh sure, now that you've had a chance to think about it, the old, hang-ups returned."
"You might refer to them as hang-ups," Linda replied. "I refer to them as morals."
"Oh, horseshit." Harry got up disgustedly from the chair. "I was going to have a cup of coffee, but screw it. I'm going to the office."
"You're going to be a little late."
"Oh, I know. So what? I'll take care of my workload. Even if I have to stay late."
"I think your attitude about this whole thing is disgusting," Linda said.
"At least I'm not a hypocrite," Harry shot back as he walked toward the door.
"You're calling me a hypocrite?" Linda raised her voice dramatically.
"If the shoe fits, baby, then you can damned well wear it. Hell, nobody forced you to ball with Ken and Tracy. You did it because you enjoyed it, but you're not woman enough to admit that to yourself today. No, you've got to blame it on the booze. I've met people like you before. It's really disgusting."
"If I'm all that disgusting, then I wish you'd leave me. I wouldn't want to subject you to grave discomfort."
"I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of a big scene, baby. I know that that's what you're striving toward today. Just go back to bed and sleep it off. That hang-over will go away. You see, you're lucky enough that you don't have to go to work."
"Oh yes, you're going to work," she replied sarcastically. "That means you'll be encountering Tracy, isn't that right?"
"Yes, that is right."
"I'll bet after last night you two will really begin to hit it off now at the office."
"I guess I might just as well do what I've been accused of having done for a long time. As long as you're going to imagine me balling Tracy, I might just as well go ahead and do it."
"Get out of here," Linda shrieked.
"Gladly, you temperamental little clown," Harry burst into laughter, closing the door behind him.
As Harry got into his car and began to drive to work, he got to thinking about Tracy.
She had looked beautiful the night before, and he wondered just how she had held up in the aftermath of that wild session.
He noticed that his wife Linda did not look like her normally attractive self that day, and he wondered if Tracy would also be showing the effects of the drinking and the screwing of the evening before.
As he drove toward the office, Harry realized he was feeling tremendous anticipation over the prospect of seeing Tracy again. The fact that he had engaged in sex with her the past evening made the idea of meeting her that much more enticing.
He wondered just how Tracy would react to him in the aftermath of that wild sex encounter.
He walked into the office, arriving at Tracy's desk, which was situated just outside his office proper.
He observed Tracy sitting at the typewriter, typing out a letter that he had dictated late yesterday afternoon.
She had a strictly businesslike look on her face, and he could see as he moved toward her that she didn't appear to show any ill effects from the bout the evening before.
He was amazed to observe just how bright-eyed her expression was that morning.
"Good morning, Tracy," he smiled.
"Hello there," she looked at him and grinned.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've got a little bit of a headache, I'm sorry to say."
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that."
"You look just great."
"Oh, yes, I always do after some nice brisk sex. You know, Harry, you're a very sexy man."
"The sexiness was brought out of me by your beauty." Harry came over and whispered in her ear.
"Oh, that's so sweet of you to say. Well, I guess I'd better get back to this letter. I'm a little behind."
"Yes, and I'll have some dictation for you as soon as you are finished. How many more letters do you have to go this morning?"
"Well, about four."
"Okay, then we ought ,to be getting into full swing this afternoon."
"Oh yes. I was afraid you weren't going to show up today. I was starting to get worried."
"No, I'll call if I'm not going to show."
"That's what I figured. But you know how it is. You could have been in an accident. It could have been any one of a number of things. I'm really happy to see you."
"The feeling is mutual, Tracy," he smiled affectionately at her as he walked into his office.
As Harry sat down behind his desk, he recognized that he was sporting an erection. All it had taken was that little bit of intimate conversation with gorgeous Tracy.
He wondered how Ken managed to live with such a sexy woman. He kept envisioning himself wanting to have sex with her all the time, in which case he couldn't get anything else done.
He was attempting to concentrate on his work, and he knew he had to make a number of calls that morning pertaining to prospective loans, but he wasn't in the mood at all.
His thoughts had earlier been dominated by the argument he had had with Linda, but now he wasn't thinking about Linda at all. His thoughts were focused exclusively on gorgeous Tracy, who was sitting in the adjoining room faithfully pounding the typewriter keys as he sat there with a hard-on.
The more he thought about Tracy's beautiful nude body, the harder his penis became and the more difficult it was to concentrate on anything pertaining to work.
If he had had his way, he thought, if he weren't restricted, he would just tear those clothes of his off, then walk into the other room and strip Tracy completely nude.
He wanted to fuck her that very moment, and it frustrated the hell out of him to recognize that he couldn't.
He began to wonder just how many liberties Tracy would permit him now that they had had sex. She had candidly admitted the evening before that she had thought about sex with him for quite some time. That being the case, he thought just maybe he could get regular sex with her, the kind of regular sex that he would be deprived of by his own wife.
It was just possible, he thought, that he could have the best of both worlds. Maybe he could have beautiful unrestricted sex from Tracy, the kind of sex he wanted, which was totally devoid of any hang-ups, then he could augment his sexual activities with some encounters with his wife at home.
These thoughts kept flitting through his brain as he sat there at his desk.
Chapter Eleven
Harry had an enormous hard-on as he sat across the table from Tracy.
He had been like an animal locked in a cage through the latter stages of that morning. He kept thinking about the evening before and how uninhibitedly Tracy had performed in sex with him.
It made him long for more of the same, and with such distraction it was next to impossible for him to get any work done.
He had made a few routine calls concerning loans, but had deliberately put off the important calls for that afternoon, since he didn't feel like he was in the proper frame of mind to negotiate at his most intelligent level.
His legs were twisting nervously underneath the table. All the while he kept thinking about that prick of his, which was as hard as a rock, just waiting for an opportunity to burst inside this gorgeous hunk of woman.
Tracy was looking at him demurely, showing her even white teeth every now and then as she smiled.
He watched the dainty way in which she attacked the French fries on her plate with her fork, and the manner in which she, would pick up her French dip sandwich and take a small bite, then put it down.
Every now and then, Harry would sneak a peek down underneath the table, where he could observe those sleek, trim legs of hers.
Much to his satisfaction, she was clad in a light blue mini-skirt, which gave him the satisfactory opportunity to view those lovely legs in their most revealing manner.
He would also look periodically in the direction of her powder blue blouse, getting a good look at her jutting breasts in the process.
He recalled how effectively he had moved those nervous fingers of his the night before around her breasts and nipples. He had become immersed in that beautiful action, and he needed more of the same right now. That was why his cock was crying for action right now down there between his legs. It was feeling suppressed, and it wouldn't be able to rest until it exploded.
As he sat there looking at beautiful Tracy, he knew that he would have to have sex with her later that day. There was no getting around it. He didn't want to leave the office until he accomplished that objective.
"So, are you ready to take some dictation this afternoon, young lady?" Harry looked at his lovely blonde secretary and smiled.
"Oh yes, I'm caught up now."
"You're a pretty incredible girl. I came in this morning, my head knotted up and all, feeling lousy with a hang-over and you were calmly working away, looking like you had had twelve hours' sleep."
"Oh, I'm used to these little episodes." Tracy smiled. "Besides, if there's one thing that keeps me young, it's sex."
"What the hell, you are young. You couldn't be much over twenty."
"I did graduate from college last year," she grinned. "I'll be twenty-three next month."
"That's pretty young by my standards."
"Oh, sure it is. But I feel sixteen." "I see. I guess it's all relative."
"There's something about the mystique of a huge cock that really does something for me."
"Speaking of mystique, my prick is pretty hard right now.
"Should I service you at the moment?" she looked around the room.
"Too risky," he shook his head. "Thanks for the thought, though."
"I hoped you'd say that. I might be a wild gal, but I don't want to do anything quite that brazen."
"No, that would be pushing. it a little too far. I do wish that we could maybe get together after our work tonight for a few minutes."
"My husband Ken is expecting me home for dinner. He's very restless, you know, when he doesn't have his dinner on the table. He's a male chauvinist when it comes to that."
"I understand. What I have in mind wouldn't take long."
"Perhaps a little wrestling match inside your office," she giggled.
"You get the idea. Damned, I need to get that cock off. I'm sure your husband has come to you in the same kind of urgent mood sometimes."
"Oh yes. Ken seems to be perpetually horny."
"I would imagine that that would be symptomatic from just being around you. I think that that cock of mine would be standing on end twenty-four hours a day in your presence."
"Oh, just because you want a piece of ass, doesn't mean that you have to overdo it to that extent," she laughed.
"I'm not overdoing a damned thing," Harry replied emphatically. "That's just the way you strike me. I didn't have the guts to let myself go before. I wouldn't have thought of making a pass at you before, even though I wanted to all these months. But now everything is out in the open, and it's really beautiful."
"Just like Ken said, there's a lot of hypocrisy in the world, and once you tear the veil of it off, you feel a lot better. Isn't that so?"
"No question about it."
"How is Linda this morning?"
"Oh, she was holding up pretty well," Harry lied, ashamed to tell Tracy about how Linda had reverted back to her old self.
"She really let herself go last night."
"Yes, she did, and I'm indebted to both you and Ken for that. She needed to learn a few lessons about the facts of life."
"Yes. It was so unfortunate. I mean, she's such a beautiful woman. I know I wanted to fuck her from the first second I saw her."
"You were turned on by her that fast?"
"Oh yes, but I wouldn't have said anything. You know, you were my boss and all. And on top of that, I figured I could destroy any future chances of screwing her by making a silly statement."
"That's right. You really would have turned her off if you had said anything out of the way."
"I know human nature well enough to realize that."
"For a gal who just graduated from college, you're really pretty shrewd in the ways of the world."
"Oh, I owe a lot of that to Ken. He; straightened me out a good deal. He's the one who pointed out about all the hypocrisies in mankind."
"Well, he's right on. And I'm glad to see that you two are having so much fun in life. When you want to get together with another couple, you do it. You don't sit around and wish, like so many other people."
"No. Life's too short, as far as we're concerned. If we want to fuck, that's it, we fuck."
Now they quickly finished their meal, after which they walked back to the office.
That hard cock of Harry's continued dancing around inside his trousers, and as they were walking back to the office, Tracy looked down at his crotch several times.
"I can see that you really do have a bulge down there," she laughed.
"Yeah. And it's no joking matter when you're that hard."
"That's what my Ken always says."
"I just hope that we can get in a little fucking before we leave today."
"I'll make a note of that on my afternoon appointment schedule," Tracy looked at Harry and winked.
Harry had a good deal of difficulty concentrating on anything that afternoon. Even though the headache was beginning to drift into oblivion, the hard-on couldn't and wouldn't. He kept thinking about beautiful Tracy.
He completed the dictation and made the telephone calls that he had been putting off in the morning. After he finished, and as the day was coming to a close, he walked over toward Tracy's desk.
Harry leaned forward and whispered confidentially in her ear:
"As soon as everyone else leaves, you just come into my office."
She went on typing the letter she was working on, looked up at him and nodding.
It wasn't until five-thirty that the office finally cleared out.
With the departure of the last worker, Harry, more impatient than ever, his cock bulging nervously in his trousers, walked toward Tracy.
"Well, I guess it's just you and me now," he smiled.
"Okay, in your office, I suppose," she nodded. "Yes. The work day is at an end and now it's time for a little play."
"By the size of that bulge in your trousers, I'd say you're ready for it."
"I'd say you're right," Harry smiled as he looked down at his huge erection.
He watched as Tracy got up from her. seat and began walking toward the office.
He liked the way those cute asscheeks of hers were swaying. He could hardly wait to get her completely nude, to strip off the blouse and miniskirt, then to let those fingers of his glide ever so vigorously around her buttocks.
She entered the, office first, and he followed a few steps behind, closing the door behind him and securely locking it.
"Over on the couch," he winked.
"Is that what you call a reclining sofa?"
"Yes, but for our purposes it's a fucking sofa."
Tracy smiled, watching as Harry walked toward the sofa. He unfastened it, letting it collapse into the shape of a bed.
"That's what I call service," Tracy laughed, throwing her beautiful petite body into the collapsible sofa.
"I'm going to strip you, baby. I'm going to take off every stitch," Harry began panting. "Then I'm going to give you a fuck that you're never going to forget."
"Oh, I like it when a man sounds this determined."
"With a chick as gorgeous as you and with my prick as hard as it is, there is absolutely no room for compromise. You're going to get a convincing fuck."
Now his fingers were all over Tracy, maneuvering eagerly inside her blouse. He squeezed those breasts that he loved to touch, then permitted his fingertips to toy ever so gently with her. nipples.
"Oh, that really sends the tingles through me," she sighed.
"It sends a few through me too, and you know where."
"Yes, right down there between your legs, in the prick."
"Right. Where it really counts."
He toyed with Tracy's breasts and nipples for several minutes, then moved his fingers out of her blouse. He knew he had to remove it quickly, and he did so with two quick tugs.
The blouse was removed and he focused his efforts on her bra. With convincing skill, Harry worked his fingers against her bra straps, undoing them, then getting ready to put his fingers to work once more.
Back and forth he began to manipulate his fingers with great energy. Tracy could tell from the way he was speeding up the process just how badly he needed sex.
Tracy was pretty shrewd when it came to screwing, having had a good deal of experience at it ever since she had met Ken. She realized the mood of a man predicated upon how quickly or slowly he would manipulate her body. If he did so in a thorough, methodical fashion, it meant he could wait to orgasm, and was going to let the romantic string play itself out. If, as in the current case with Harry, he felt a compelling urge to explode his hot pecker juices, then he would manipulate his fingers swiftly.
With great speed, Harry put the fingers of both hands to work convincingly on her hot breasts. He was twisting those fingers with stirring rapidity, letting the sensations multiply within Tracy's gorgeous body.
"You're really moving your fingers," she sighed. "Keep them moving on my tits, baby. Oh, you're really fastening on those nipples of mine. It tickles, baby. Oh, how it tickles! I love those finger movements. Come on, honey, and keep it going. Oh, baby, sweetheart, keep your fingers moving. Oh, don't stop now. You've got little Tracy all hot . down there between her legs. I'm steaming, baby, and those fingers of yours are doing the job."
Harry kept up the finger manipulation around her nipples until he decided that it was time for him to finish removing her clothing. So he let his fingers drop down from her nipples to that mini-skirt that had been such a fascination for his eyes during the course of the entire day.
He unzipped it with trembling fingers, then pulled downward quickly. He just had to remove it, and then get his fingers to work on her panties.
As he let the mini slide downward toward the rug, Harry immediately put his fingers to work on Tracy's panties. He was sliding his fingers around the silky substance, and as he did so, she lay back comfortably and sighed.
"Oh, sweetheart, come on and take off my panties," she implored. "I'm so hot down there. I really need some tongue action in my pussy. Come on and work your tongue around my snatch, baby. I really need that kind of beautiful action. Come on and work that tongue."
Now he was pulling downward on the panties, ever eager to please luscious Tracy. Harry could hardly wait to fasten his tongue once more inside her vagina.
Her legs were trembling more than before and Harry recognized just how inflamed with passion Tracy was becoming from the attentions he was providing her with, particularly the brisk finger movements.
He removed her panties, then let his head drop down between her beautiful legs.
Harry reached out and grabbed her ankles, parting them ever so gingerly, then Jetting his tongue begin to work against her pubic hairs.
He wanted to tantalize her pussy for a short period of time with his tongue, recognizing that that would provide her with some more in the way of fascinating kicks.
He worked his tongue over her golden pussy hairs for several moments, then began to slide it inside her pink vagina.
Harry began working his tongue with greater rapidity, stepping up the pace dramatically as he began to move her closer to climax.
"Stick with it," Tracy exclaimed. "Work that tongue around there, baby. Oh, my cunt's on fire. Slide that tongue, honey. Oh, that's it, keep moving it from side to side. Keep darting It around my snatch. Oh, my hot snatch, baby! You really know how to work the tongue. Keep it up, sweetheart! Oh, I really like it."
Back and forth Harry permitted his tongue to dart, and as he did so, he reached out and clutched his fingers around those asscheeks that he had admired from a distance throughout the course of the entire day.
It gave him a feeling of great accomplishment to know that his fingers were probing ever so energetically against Tracy's stunning asscheeks. The flesh was firm and warm, and every time that his fingers manipulated against it, his prick became more unrestrainedly passionate.
Back and forth he was working his tongue, and the longer that he did so, the closer that he drove her to climax.
It was just a question of how long he could retain his juices. Pretty soon he would just have to stick that prick of his inside her, and that would constitute the great climax of the afternoon.
But for the moment Harry was content to play with her pussy, driving that tongue of his at a fervent pace inside her mound.
He could begin to taste tiny droplets of juice, and he realized that it constituted no more than a prelude to the explosion that he was waiting for.
Her legs were sliding back and forth, and he continued to pinch those firm buttocks of hers as his tongue busily slid around her snatch.
Tracy was reduced to nothing more than a series of sighs now as Harry continued to tongue her, driving him to the maximum extent possible with his blazing tongue.
"Eat me, eat me," she implored softly.
He answered the challenge, working his tongue feverishly against her box, pushing her that much closer to climax.
Suddenly Tracy let out one loud deep sigh, at which point Harry recognized that the moment had arrived, the moment which he would be licking hot juices from her snatch.
He was poised and ready, and began to receive the droplets of juice that exploded from her mound.
He gobbled with great diligence, happy to be receiving those droplets of her sweet nectar.
As he released his tongue from her mound, he exclaimed: "Now it's time to get that prick of mine in high gear!"
"It looks like it's ready."
"It's never been more prepared, as you can see."
"Oh, do you want me- to -take it out and play with it?"
"Just a second. I'll remove it."
"How about taking off all your clothes, baby? It might make things more romantic."
"No, I don't need to do that. Just wait, honey, I've got a fantastic sex act for you."
Tracy was lying there, legs spread, ready for anything. She could tell from the fiery expression in his eyes that Harry needed an explosion badly, and he needed it right away.
Chapter Twelve
Tracy watched with great interest as Harry quickly unzipped his trousers.
Her eyes lit up with passion as she observed him moving his fingers inside his trousers, then pulling on his hot energetic dick with his right hand.
He was pulling on it proudly, showing it to her.
"There you are," he grinned. "What do you think of it?"
"Oh, I want it."
"I want to throat fuck you, baby. I want to stick this thing deep in your throat. Can you take a good throat fuck?"
"Oh, I've gotten them many times," she chuckled. "It's one of my favorite ways of doing it. It's like a combination of a cunt fuck and a blow job."
"That's what I like about it," Harry nodded. "My damned wife would never think of giving me anything like that."
"Oh, I think she might now," Tracy exclaimed.
"Perhaps, but I wouldn't count on it," he said sarcastically. "The thing that I'm really concerned about is shoving that prick of mine into your mouth. You know, I got it from a whore one time when I was in the Army. I never forgot it. I really wanted it again that way, but I could never find anybody who would do it with me. It's great to know that I've found. somebody."
"Oh yes, you've got a beautiful cock. You'll give me a great ride."
"I'm going to control the action with this dick of mine."
"Go ahead, honey. Shove it in. I'm ready."
"That's good. I'm all for that."
Harry glided his body onto the makeshift bed with her. He parted his legs, letting his cock come to a rest just above her mouth.
"Now I've got the right angle,," he said. "All I've got to do is shove this meat into your mouth."
"Oh yes, and I really want it."
"Just get set, sweetheart. It's going to be just beautiful."
Harry worked that huge prick of his downward, and as he did so, he controlled his movements ever so slightly by holding onto his prick with his right hand.
He was thrusting his steaming pecker down toward her mouth, and as it moved ever closer to her, Tracy opened her mouth, preparing to receive it.
"That's it, baby, you're all set." Harry said. "And I'm going to plunge this pecker into your mouth. Are you ever going to get a mouth fuck, baby! I'm going to really flick that body of mine, and I'm going to play with your tits while I'm fucking you."
He made his initial penetration inside her mouth with his flaming penis.
That prick of Harry's was swelling with anxiety as he moved it ever deeper inside her mouth. As he did so, he reached out and began to toy with Tracy's breasts.
He moved his fingers around skillfully, manipulating them as he plunged his prick ever deeper inside her mouth.
"Ah, this is going to be a throat fuck," he said optimistically. "I've been waiting for a long time for this, sweetheart, and now I'm going to get it. Oh, I'm going to shove it all the way into your tonsils, baby. This is going to be a fuck to end all fucks."
He was plunging his turgid prick ever deeper into her mouth, driving it with pulsating passion into the innermost depth of her mouth.
As he plunged his huge tool deeper into her mouth, he began to manipulate his hips ever so skillfully, permitting them to slide back and forth as he kept up the stirring pace.
He was driving his prick with everything he had, pushing and plunging it deeply within her.
As he kept up the movements, he accelerated the pace of his finger action, manipulating his fingers skillfully around her tits.
He was pinching and sliding the fingers, letting the brisk contact continue as his cock bolted ever deeper into her mouth.
Harry had things completely under control,. working his prick with passionate intensity deep inside her mouth as he gave it everything he had.
He could feel the hot itch beginning to accelerate all the more inside his balls. They were bulging, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before they would have to explode in the form of a spirited orgasm. Furthermore, he was enjoying every hot stroke that he was putting forward with that prick of his, driving it with great rapidity inside her mouth.
Back and forth the hot action continued, and now he thought about what Tracy had said be-fore he had entered her mouth. She had told him that a throat fuck was very much like a pussy fuck, and he could see how true that was.
He was now controlling the action, and he was entering that mouth of hers with his prick, driving it in there every bit as deeply as he cared to.
Now the hot pace was accelerating even more, and his asscheeks were flipping back and forth while his fingers made steady contact with her nipples.
He knew now that he was only a few hot strokes away from the pulsating climax, and with that objective in mind, he kept on pushing and plunging that blazing stick of his as deeply as he knew how, pushing it into the cavernous depths of her tight mouth.
"What a sensation," he gasped. "What a fuck. Oh, this is the greatest blow job of all."
He was throat fucking her to the ultimate extent, pushing and plunging that blazing spear of his into her mouth as deeply as it would go.
As he moved into the final few strokes preceding climax, Harry reached down and began to pinch Tracy's nipples. He enjoyed probing against her skin, and now he realized just how close he was. He was only a few brief strokes away from exploding those hot, inflamed juices of his inside her mouth.
Several hot stabs later, he was unable to withhold the juices any longer. He felt the burning itchiness in his balls, then felt the droplets of hot white juice beginning to spill out of the end of his bulging pecker and toward her mouth.
The juices splashed voluminously, and as they did so, Tracy did her best to swallow every drop that came her way.
Since she was being deluged to such an extent, and since she was having a good deal of difficulty breathing, a few of his hot spurts of juice splashed out of the sides of her mouth, but she was able to hold onto most of his hot savory load.
"Stick with it, baby, eat every drop of my juicy cum!" he exclaimed, continuing to toy with her nipples. "You know where it's at, sweetheart. You like to eat cum. Come on and eat that hot prick juice. You'll love it, baby, you'll absolutely love it."
He watched Tracy's mouth suck his cock, happy that he was able to muster such a hot load, and in view of the fact that he had been involved in such a wild orgy less than twenty-four hours earlier.
As he pulled his peter from her mouth, he felt a great sense of accomplishment. It was the first time since that day long ago that he had orgasmed inside a woman's mouth in throat-fuck fashion.
"I would have to say you were hot," Tracy sighed as she got up from the sofa.
"I told you I needed that pussy of yours."
"It seems like you needed my mouth even more," she laughed, slipping into her panties quickly.
"I suppose so," he nodded, slumping down into a swivel chair behind his desk and putting his feet up on the desk. "I need to catch my breath a little, baby. You really sucked out that juice, I'll say that for you."
"There was enough of it there, and, unfortunately, I had to spill a little bit of it out. It just came at me too fast."
"You're forgiven."
"I wanted every drop. If there's one thing I enjoy, it's a nice liquid lunch."
"That's a good way of putting it," Harry laughed. "A liquid lunch. There's plenty of protein in that cock of mine, isn't there?"
"Oh yes. It's a great diet for health addicts like me."
Once more Harry laughed, this time reaching out and slapping his knee with his open right hand.
He was feeling like a young, carefree man, the kind of man he had been the day that he had throat fucked before, when he was in the Army.
He hated to see it all come to an end. And he realized as Tracy continued dressing, just how badly he would miss her.
Sure he would see her the next day, but he wouldn't see her that evening. He only wished that he could get away from Linda, at least for the time being. She had given him such a rough time that morning.
As Tracy finished dressing and prepared to leave the office, he thought about Linda. He wondered if she had gotten over those guilt hangups that had plagued her so badly that morning.
He decided that, if Linda was in a bad mood that evening, he would go out and have a few drinks. Anything to just get away from the turbulence of an evening with frustrated Linda.
"Good night, Harry," Tracy smiled as she opened the office door.
"Not too good," she grinned. "That's really not much fun."
"Okay, just see to it that too many cocks don't get stuck in your cockpit at one time."
"All right, I'll do my best."
He listened to Tracy's footsteps as she left the office. They grew more and more faint and ceased to exist at all.
Harry couldn't help but feel a keen measure of sadness. He had enjoyed the session tremendously, and now he would have to go back to Linda, facing he knew not what.
As he left the building, and got into his car, driving out of the parking lot, he remembered how Linda had shouted at him that morning.
He wondered if perhaps she would be even more difficult to live with after letting herself go the previous evening. After all, he recognized she possessed great sex frustrations, and the knowledge of what she had done the preceding evening could serve to make those frustrations even more acute.
It bothered Harry to think that the sex experiences of the previous evening might make his life even more difficult for him.
Chapter Thirteen
They were flying high above the city of Las Vegas.
The glittering lights of the city shone below as the jet swooped downward, preparing to land at McCarran Field.
It had been a smooth flight from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, and the longer that Harry looked over and admired Tracy, the harder his penis became.
Things had been deteriorating steadily in his marriage, but fortunately Tracy had been there to pick up the slack.
He was taking her to a weekend convention in Las Vegas, one which would be attended by a number of savings and loan officers throughout the United States. He had her along in the official position of his secretary, but they both knew that her basic activity related to the field of sex. He was hot for her, hungry for action, and he could hardly wait until he got her into the hotel room, at which point they would engage in a spirited fuck.
The plan was getting set to land and Harry picked up his champagne glass, pressing it to his lips and finishing its remaining contents.
"Honey, I sure like having you along," Harry said. "It sure beats having damned pain-in-the-ass Linda along. She'd be arguing every time I wanted her to have sex with me. That's the kind of thing that really pisses me off."
"I'm happy to be here. And do I ever love fucking with you. There's one thing about you, Harry. You put your heart and soul in every screw."
"Yeah, I do," he grinned. "I get pretty horny, not getting the kind of action I want at home."
"I'll say one thing for you. When you go to town, that cock of yours is unstoppable."
"I'm sure happy that Ken is as liberal minded a guy as he is. I can't imagine many guys being groovy enough to let their wife accompany the boss for a weekend in Las Vegas."
"He likes you," Tracy exclaimed, finishing her champagne and setting the glass down before her. "You see, he feels sorry for you too."
"Why is that?"
"Oh, I've been keeping him filled in on Linda. He was really surprised too."
"Why did he find her action so surprising?"
"Because he figured she was on the right track after that screwing session we had," Tracy explained. "He told me that usually after a person has let themselves go, they then normally go forward, instead of diverting back to where they were before. But in Linda's case, she went right back into her old shell."
"Don't I ever know it," Harry said bitterly.
"Well, I guess that's the way it goes."
"She really burns the hell out of me," Harry shook his head. "She acts like that pussy of hers is so goddamn precious. I mean, even if I am married to her, she acts like it's a big thing if she puts out. And I've really heard it many times about that night. Oh, you'd think that I forced her at gun point to have sex."
"I'm awfully sorry that you got in trouble over it."
"Don't be sorry about a thing," Harry quickly replied. "After all, if we hadn't had that wild orgy, if we hadn't gone all the way, I probably never would have fucked you."
"That could very well be."
"Certainly. And bear that in mind. So let's forget about Linda. I'd just as soon leave her behind. I'm thinking about you, honey."
"I'm glad to hear that," Tracy said.
As the jet touched down on the landing strip, Tracy was reaching down beneath the seat and tickling Harry's balls.
His whole body began to vibrate in instinctive response to her finger efforts.
"Boy, that feels good," he chuckled softly.
"You like that action?"
"Oh yes. That's good."
"I'm just massaging you a little, baby. I'm getting you all set for the action in the hotel."
"I'm ready to go all out for you, sweetheart, just like I always am. That prick of mine is all set to make contact with your beautiful body."
"Fine, and I'll make sure that I keep it nice and warm for you."
A few minutes later they disembarked from the plane, catching a cab, which took them to Caesar's Palace, where they would be staying over the weekend.
Harry made certain that he took out a suite which contained a huge king-sized bed. He wanted plenty of room for the sex action, and he was planning to miss as many meetings as he could possibly get away with during the weekend. He would miss some altogether, while attending others infrequently.
As they rode in the cab, Tracy once more made her presence felt. As they sat in the back, she reached down and tickled his balls, causing the hot sensations within Harry to multiply.
Finally they arrived at Caesar's Palace, stopping at one of the cocktail lounges long enough to have a drink.
"This is just a little fuel to add to the fire," Harry smiled. "Sometimes a little liquor is good to loosen you up."
"Of course, but we already had the champagne."
"Yes. But this is just a little frosting to add to the cake. A little breathing spell, baby. Soon we'll be balling our heads off."
"Yes, and I've got some beautiful sensations stored up for you."
"I'll just bet you have."
Soon they were alone in the spacious bedroom, and quickly they removed their clothes.
They looked at each other in the romantic darkness of the room, after which their bodies collided.
Harry was running the fingers of his right hand over Tracy's breasts, letting the hand sweep over one breast, then the other.
As the finger movements continued at a brisk clip, Harry leaned his head forward, allowing his lips to clash thunderously with hers.
Their lips were locked with fervent passion, and as they remained pressed against one another, Harry switched his finger activity down to Tracy's creamy white buttocks.
He let his fingers grip Tracy's asscheeks energetically, after which he decided to glide her body downward into the bed with him.
They landed on the huge, soft bed with a thud, rolling over one another with passionate bliss.
Their bodies twisted and turned with mounting anxiety as Harry removed his lips from hers.
"Now I'm going to let my tongue go inside of your mouth," he said. "I want to French with you, baby. I really want to give you some beautiful action. Oh, am I going to fuck you. Am I ever going to stick my prick into you."
He was letting that tongue of his slide inside Tracy's mouth. Their tongues splashed against one another with consistent grace, and as they did so, he continued to let those fingers of his work feverishly around her asscheeks.
As the tongue kissing continued, and as their bodies became all the warmer from the hot passions that were accelerating within them, Harry reached down with his right index finger and let it slide gracefully inside Tracy's asshole.
He wanted some brisk sensations inside her anus, and now he was stabbing that hot finger of his high inside her asshole.
He drove it at an earnest clip, permitting his finger to manipulate high and deep inside her.
The longer he kept up the fervent finger fucking, flipping his finger in and out of her ass-hole, the hotter they both became. Harry knew precisely what he wanted to do. He was going to get her hot inside that asshole and was willing to manipulate his finger for just as long as he had to to accomplish that specific purpose.
Back and forth Harry was plunging his hot finger inside Tracy's ass, and as he did so, he continued to manipulate his tongue around within her mouth.
She was scarcely able to breathe, becoming infatuated with the level of the activity that was taking place. He was getting her hotter by the moment and knew that soon he would have to let his penis go to work on her.
Harry could feel the mounting tingles of sensation in his cock and balls. Through it all he continued his persistence in working that tongue of his feverishly inside her mouth.
Harry finally removed his finger from her asshole and his tongue from her mouth.
"I'm going to fuck your ass," he told her anxiously.
"Oh, you've never done it to me before."
"There's always a first time, isn't there?" he smiled.
"Oh yes. I want you to do it."
"That's good. I figured you'd dig it."
"I always like getting a hot cock up my ass-hole. It's such a wonderful sensation."
"Hang on, baby, because it's going to be yours."
"Oh, possess me, sweetheart. Drive that hot dick of yours inside me. Oh, do I ever want it."
"Just hold on, baby. I'm going to see that you get those hot sensations."
He grabbed Tracy by the thighs, spreading her legs eagerly.
Harry thrust his penis forward, letting it slide inside her asshole.
He gripped her thighs, throwing them around his shoulders as he lunged forward, ready to piston that burning spear of his inside her hot asshole.
Back and forth he was systematically stabbing her, and as he did so, Harry enjoyed the thrills of those movements. That ass of hers was good and tight, and he enjoyed making stimulating contact with it by plunging his spear deep inside her.
"Oh, that's so good!" he exclaimed.
While his prick continued to bury itself ever deeper inside her anus, he reached out and grabbed her thighs, letting .his fingers dig into them furiously.
He continued to allow those fingers to clutch those thighs of hers as he kept up his burning pace, driving that penis deep into the very being of her.
Tracy's whole body was quivering with every brisk stab that he put forth, and now he felt those tingles of orgasmic anxiety mounting within him. He knew that it wouldn't take much longer before the hot white volcanic lava would be spilling eagerly out of the end of his burning stick and into her hot asshole.
Thunderously he kept up the pace, now sending that surging tool as deeply inside her as he was able to penetrate.
He plunged his pecker into her, driving it high into her rectum as he kept up the fantastic action.
Back and forth Harry was stabbing with great conviction, determined to explode those juices of his inside her.
With every searing thrust, he felt himself driving that much closer toward orgasm.
His fingers continued to clutch her thighs with fervent determination as he plunged his prick into her rectum, pummeling Tracy with every ounce of energy he possessed, thrusting with every bit of power he could summon.
Now his heart was palpitating swiftly, and he was becoming short of breath from the furious pace that he was maintaining with that sizzling prick of his.
He was just a few hot strokes removed from exploding, and as he pumped his prick deep into her, Harry recognized that he was enjoying one of the best fucks he had ever experienced in his life.
Even though Tracy's husband Ken had penetrated his cock inside of Linda's anus, he had never had the privilege. But he was making up for lost time now, and he was enjoying himself fully as he kept on stabbing that prick of his deep inside Tracy's hot asshole.
Now Tracy was trembling with great eagerness, getting set for the moment of orgasmic satisfaction that would be occurring shortly.
As he moved into the closing stages of the act, Harry moved his fingers from her thighs to her asscheeks.
He was squeezing her hot asscheeks with great determination, all the while plunging- his feverish pecker of his deep inside her asshole.
"Oh, I've got to get inside your mouth once more," Harry exclaimed. "I want to French you while I'm shooting. Oh, that would be so beautiful, baby, it will be so great to be tonguing you when I explode."
As the hot stabs continued, he leaned forward and flipped his tongue energetically inside Tracy's mouth.
Those tongues collided with great enthusiasm as he plunged the pecker into her asshole, working his way toward an enthusiastic climax.
Several hot strokes later, as his tongue clashed with hers, as they bathed in each other's glorious saliva, the hot spurting drops of white juice spilled eagerly out of the end of his searing prick. and into her asshole.
Now his whole body was quivering, with a feeling of satisfaction, as the act was completed and the juicy cum spilled from the end of his pecker and into her waiting asshole.
It was as delightful a fuck as he had ever experienced in his life, and Harry felt gloriously satisfied as he released his tongue from her mouth and removed his prick from her blazing asshole.
Chapter Fourteen
It had been a warm afternoon in Pacific Palisades, and Linda Mitchell was entering the house after taking a swim.
She towelled herself off briskly and had on a glistening white bikini as she entered the house.
Her body was beautifully tanned, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized just how enticing she was.
The tanned texture of her skin gave an added dimension to her already overpowering beauty. and as the doorbell rang, she walked quickly toward the door to answer it.
Standing in the doorway was the television repairman whom she had summoned to the house to look at their color set.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," the tail, handsome repairman said.
He was holding his tool kit in his right hand.
"Are you Mrs. Mitchell?" he asked. "That's right."
"I'm here to fix your set."
"Oh. please come in.
As Linda opened the door to grant the repairman access to the house, she observed the manner in which he looked at her. He looked to be in his early forties, and was greying ever so slightly at the temples, but he had a virile, sexy aura about him that she definitely liked. It made her feel good to know that he was eyeing her beautiful bikini-clad form.
"By the way, I wish you'd call me Linda," she smiled.
"Fair enough. My name in Roger Garner."
"Fine. Roger. It's a real pleasure meeting you."
"Same here, Linda."
"The set is right this way," she led him quickly into the den. "It isn't in real bad shape, but the color isn't what it was before. I mean, it seems to be deteriorating somewhat. It's nothing I can explain. It's just something you'll have to observe when you turn the set on."
"Might be a fine tuning problem," Roger nodded as he reached the den.
He sat down his tool kit, then got behind the set, beginning to manipulate it.
Linda stood there watching him for a while, then decided that she would do a good turn.
"Listen, it's kind of warm," she said. "I was thinking about having a beer. How about me getting a couple, one for you?"
"I usually don't drink on the job," Roger said apologetically.
"Oh, it's such a warm day, and it looks like you're sweating a little."
"Yeah, I've had quite a few runs today."
"Then how about me getting you that. beer?"
"I guess one won't hurt," he finally broke down.
"Of course it won't."
She disappeared into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and taking out two cans of beer. She opened the cans and poured the contents into two glasses.
Her marriage was disintegrating rapidly. She continued to feel that her husband was carrying on blatantly with Tracy, and it bugged her. Every now and then he would ask her for sex, and if he couldn't have it on his own terms, he wasn't even interested.
Whereas at one time he was willing to make a few compromises in sex, she thought, now he was almost totally unwilling. And that was really burning her up.
As she finished pouring the contents of the beer into the glasses, she couldn't help but think that this television repairman, Roger Garner, was a good looking fellow. She wondered if she could get him interested in wanting to have sex with her.
It would at least be interesting to act friendly toward him, and to determine from there just how bold Roger would get.
She was walking into the den, a glass of beer in each hand.
"Here's your beer," she said, handing him one of the glasses.
"Oh, thanks a lot," he smiled. "This does hit the spot on a warm day."
"Yes, it does. That's why I decided you should have it."
"You know, you're a pretty nice gal. I like the fact that you're so accommodating."
"I like the fact that you're such a conscientious repairman."
Roger took a long sip from the glass, then went back to his work.
She sat down in a chair, watching Roger conscientiously as he continued to work.
A few minutes later, he got up and proclaimed:
"I did it. Now it's working properly again. Have a look."
"You know, you're right. It looks great now. Just the way that it used to."
"So that does it."
"What do I owe you?"
"Oh, ten dollars."
"Gosh. For all that work?"
"It really wasn't much," Roger laughed, taking another sip from the glass. "As a matter of fact, this is the easiest call I've had all day."
"You're really a very good repairman."
"Thank you, Linda. And you're a very nice customer, as well as a beautiful one."
She was crossing those legs of hers ever so sexily. He observed the smooth, trim lines of her legs, and immediately his cock began to harden in his trousers.
"You know, that television set is a very important part of my life," Linda said with a combination of sadness and sarcasm. "What with my marriage as rotten as it is, it's just about all I've got left. It's about my only social contact with the outer world."
"I know what you mean," Roger laughed. "I've got a pretty rotten marriage myself."
"I doubt that it could be as bad as mine.
"Oh, I don't know. It's pretty lousy."
As Linda continued to study Roger carefully, she recognized the fact that he was becoming increasingly more nervous. As his body moved from side to side, she couldn't help but observe that huge erection.
"I really could use a little outside contact," she laughed. "If you know what I mean."
"Gosh, a beautiful girl like you?" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't think it would be any problem to find all kinds of interested men."
"I suppose if I looked, I could. But I don't really savor the prospects of looking around."
"I sure could get interested in somebody like you."
"Tell me more."
"I probably shouldn't get involved in anything like this." Roger chuckled nervously. His prick was speaking for him, getting harder than ever down there in his trousers.
"Please sit down, Roger."
Roger sat down next to her, and as he did so, his heart began to beat thunderously.
They eyed each other passionately for several seconds, after which Roger squarely got the message. Now he was plunging his lips passionately against Linda's.
Like two truly hungry souls, they let themselves go, permitting their lips to lock with passionate grace.
It was Roger who finally released his lips from Linda's, and as he did so, looked at her and exclaimed:
"Now I've just got to fuck you."
"Of course you do, darling. That's the way I intended it. The bedroom is this way."
Roger watched as Linda led the way into the bedroom. He observed the way that her asscheeks swayed beautifully, as she walked.
He looked down and got another look at those lovely legs, which he enjoyed observing. They were so trim, so sensuous, so superb to look at.
They were both in the bedroom, and Roger immediately seized possession of Linda. He threw his arms around her body, then glided her downward towards the bed.
After a series of hot, stabbing kisses, Roger decided that lie just had to get into the act itself.
"I've got to fuck you," he exclaimed passionately.
"Oh, I've got to get this bathing suit off."
Roger realized that he was behind on his calls, and he still had several more to make during the rest of the day, but he couldn't tear himself away from such a beautiful situation.
Those fingers of his were working with superb grace against her bikini top. Several stroking movements later he succeeded in removing the top altogether.
Without even reaching out to touch her breasts, he determinedly let his fingers come to grip with her bikini bottom.
He tugged energetically several times, and then removed the bikini bottom, preparing to manipulate that cock of his inside her.
As he observed Linda lying there naked, he reached out and grabbed both legs, parting them ever so gingerly.
"Oh, I don't have much time," he said, "and I want to make the most of it. I'm going to give you a good fuck, baby."
"Come on, baby, and let's make the best of it."
Roger let those fingers of his glide over her tits, and as he did so, he worked that cock of his toward her mound.
His fingers were sliding with great exhilaration against her tits, and as they did so, he slid his bloated, electrically alive prick inside her snatch.
His whole body trembled with great excitement and eagerness as he entered her for the first time, and as he began to swing his hips back and forth and begin to deliver those hot, searing cock stabs into her waiting mound, he felt totally alive for the first time that day.
Roger was happy at the prospect of getting fucked by a woman who was this beautiful, a gorgeous, voluptuous female who apparently was in as hungry a mood for sex as he was.
Back and forth that sizzling pecker of his stabbed inside her, thrusting pulsatingly inside her hot mound.
"Keep riding me, baby," she said. "Keep pouring that steaming pecker of yours into my mound. Fuck that cunt of mine, baby. I want it. That's it, sweetheart, step up the action. OH! I like the way you're flipping that thing around there. Stab it deep, baby, shove it into my gash. Oh, fuck me."
He was pouring his prick into her hot slit with everything he had, thrusting it as he maneuvered those fingers of his briskly around her tits.
As he continued to manipulate his prick inside her, his fingers worked with devastating zeal against her hot breasts.
Roger liked her beautiful brown form, and every time that his eyes fastened against - her lovely nude body, he became that much hotter and felt that much more fortunate at the prospect of getting to fuck her.
Soon he was reaching the point of climax, driving that prick of his at a scorching pace, enjoying every stabbing thrust that he sent into Linda.
The hot stabs continued unabated, and as he pushed that flaming rod of his ever closer to the pinnacle of climax, his body began to sway.
She was getting a tremendous fuck, and Linda recognized that Roger needed it every bit as much as she did. They were two lonely souls who had met by chance, and now they were united in the act of spirited lovemaking.
His asscheeks continued to glide as he stabbed his pecker into her, and as he moved into the finishing ,stages of the act, she reached out and gripped his asscheeks.
"Keep fucking," he gasped. "I'm going to orgasm, baby, I can't hold it back any more."
As he gripped her asscheeks with great feeling, he plunged that inflated spear of his into her mound with every bit of spirited determination that he could muster.
He gasped several times, then heaved a loud sigh as the first few droplets of his orgasm surged out of the end of his blazing cock.
As for Linda, she laid back and enjoyed every hot stab, her body wiggling back and forth as he shot his pecker juices into her.
It was a beautiful orgasm, and as he released the last few droplets of juice, she exclaimed softly:
"Thank you, baby."
Now he was releasing his prick from her mound.
"I've got to get going, honey. Sorry I've got to run so fast."
"That's all right. I realized that you've got to work for a living," Linda smiled. "Thanks for a great fuck. You don't know how bad I needed it."
"Oh yes, I do," he nodded, zipping up his trousers quickly, then picking up his tool kit. "I can always tell how bad a girl needs it when I fuck her. As you should have been able to determine, I needed it quite a bit myself too."
"Then it's great to have been of service to each other."
"Yes, it was. Take it easy now, Linda."
"You too, Roger."
"If you've got any more TV problems, feel free to call."
"Don't worry, I will."
"As a matter of fact, if you've got other problems you can call as well."
"I'll keep that in mind." she laughed.
Chapter Fifteen
Things went at an uneventful pace for the next two weeks for Linda.
She had the usual arguments with Harry, and in the process they drifted ever further apart.
As she was watching a television program one morning, she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
She groaned as she got up and walked toward the door. As of late, she had been bothered by a lot of door-to-door salesmen, and she was determined to get rid of this one quickly.
As she opened the door, however, she was astounded to see Roger, the television repairman, standing before her.
"Hello there, remember me?" Roger smiled. "Of course, Roger. What are you doing out this way?"
"I had to stop in the area. I took care of it pretty fast, and I had a little spare time. I thought I might just drop by for a few minutes. That is, provided I'm not interrupting anything."
"Not a thing," she smiled. "Come on in. Roger entered the house, and she immediately detected the sizeable erection down there in his trousers.
Linda was hungry for action, and this time her attention was focused squarely on Roger's huge prick.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, closing the door behind her.
"Under ordinary circumstances, maybe I would. But these circumstances aren't ordinary. I need it, baby, and I need it bad."
"Then you came to the right place."
"I'm so glad to hear that."
"Come on into the bedroom, sweetheart." This time Linda completely took charge, leading her lover into the bedroom, then motioning for him to sit down on the edge of the bed.
"Over there," she said with anxiety.
"What are you fixing to do?" he smiled.
"You just spread those legs of yours and you'll find out."
"Oh, you give head?"
"If I happen to really like the man, I do."
As she dropped down to her knees and reached out toward Roger's zipper, Linda began to recall with great anger how much overtime Harry had been putting in the last few weeks. She didn't believe him one bit when he - explained to her that he was being given added responsibilities at the savings and loan institution. Perhaps he was, but she couldn't buy that as the reason why he was staying so late. No, it was Tracy, and she damned well knew it.
She wouldn't give the sonofabitch a head job. No, he wouldn't get that kind of satisfaction from her, she thought, but she certainly could turn on for a guy like Roger. He wasn't trying to put her on. He badly needed sex, and furthermore he was in the same boat she was in. He was experiencing a rotten marriage, and she could feel for him in that respect.
Those fingers of hers were manipulating against his zipper, which she promptly undid.
"Oh, take that prick out," he sighed.
"You just leave everything to me, darling."
"Oh yes. I'm really looking forward to some of that beautiful action."
"Get set for it, because you're really going to get it."
She reached out and grabbed a hold of the end of his penis. She was sliding those fingers of hers around the tip of that flaming cock, and as she did so, she let her fingers manipulate up and down his searing organ.
His legs were trembling, and his entire body was vibrating as she kept up those finger activities.
The longer that she sent those fingers of hers reeling around the tip of his long, hot stem, the better that both of them liked it.
Up and down she manipulated her fingers over his hot dick, and as she was doing so, she reached out with her other hand. As she kept her right hand working around the tip of his cock, she used the left to work her fingers around his balls.
Back and forth she permitted her fingers to manipulate over his sizzling balls, and as she kept up those brisk movements, he was really beginning to get the message.
He recognized that the beautiful woman who was servicing him wanted his cock every much as badly as he wanted her.
"Oh, honey, that finger action," he sighed. "It's really something. You really know how to manipulate those fingers of yours. Oh, I wish to hell my wife could give me a head job like this. No, she usually won't give it to me at all, and if she does, it's a half hearted effort. You're so good, baby. Those finger movements of yours are so fluid. I didn't know you were going to give me a great blow job when you started going down on me."
Fervently Linda kept manipulating her fingers briskly, and as she did so, Roger decided to run the fingers of his right hand through her lovely hair.
Roger liked the idea of initial contact with beautiful Linda, and as he ran his fingers through her hair, she began to exercise her fingers over the length of his entire cock.
Up and down she was working her fingers over his huge erect instrument, manipulating them on the entire base of his organ.
"Oh, you're really good at it!" Roger exclaimed. "Just keep going, baby. I can't tell you anything about the pace, because you know where it's at. You know all about it, so just keep on working those fingers, honey, and you're going to get me feeling so hot that you're going to have to start sucking. Then you're really going to get a load. You're going to love my prick. You're going to love when it spurts. You remember what happened when I shot into your pussy."
"I could never forget it," she sighed, continuing to manipulate her fingers.
"You'll get the same thing again, only this time in your mouth."
"That really is something to look forward to." She kept up her finger efforts for several more seconds, then decided that she ought to get that tongue of hers working.
Linda leaned forward and began to manipulate her tongue along the tip of his cock, and as she did so, she maneuvered the fingers of her right hand around his balls.
She enjoyed tickling his hot testicles, and every time that she did so, his body would squirm ever so slightly from the fervent contact.
Back and forth that hot sucking continued, and now she was going at it at an intense pace.
"Keep it up," he urged. "Suck it, baby. Just suck that cock. Just go after that hot eating stuff that I'm going to shoot into your mouth."
As her tongue was manipulating diligently up and down the length of his entire prick, Roger reached out with his right hand and ran his fingers systematically through her hair.
The fervent action was continuing, and all the while, Roger was looking forward to shooting his dick with great interest.
Chapter Sixteen
It wasn't until the middle of the morning that Harry realized he had left an important paper at home.
He cursed himself several times, then thought about calling Linda to see if she could locate it.
He thought better of calling her, however, deciding that she would get things all mixed up and wouldn't be able to locate the paper anyway. On top of that, he wouldn't put it past her to spitefully give him erroneous information.
Even though he had a lot of work at the office, Harry could see no alternative other than to get into his car and drive home to secure the document that he needed.
As he pulled the car to a stop in the driveway of his home, Harry observed a television repairman's truck.
He thought it a bit strange, in that the color set had been repaired some two weeks earlier. There was always the chance that the set had given out just that day, and he concluded that that was probably the problem, even though it seemed strange, since it had been working in excellent fashion ever since the repairman had fixed it.
Harry stepped inside the house, calling out to Linda.
"Linda, where are you?" he called.
When he failed to receive an answer, he began to wonder just what was going on. After all, the television was in the den, and they should have been able to hear him from the living room when he called.
He immediately walked into the den to investigate. Upon discovering that no one was there, Harry decided to explore some more.
Unexpectedly he heard sounds emanating from the direction of the bedroom. He decided to walk upstairs and have a look for himself.
As he reached the bedroom, Harry opened the door just a crack. That was all that he needed, observing the sight of his wife, crouched down on her knees, working her tongue up and down on the television repairman's burning penis.
"Keep on sucking," he heard Roger say. "Keep that hot tongue of yours winding around my dick, Linda honey. Oh, you're a magician with that tongue of yours. You've got the best tongue I've ever experienced, baby. You put my wife to shame. Come on and work it. Oh, that's it. Keep the fingers working around it. I love it when you touch those hot, bulging balls of mine. Just keep your fingers going."
At first Harry was so stunned by the sight that he scarcely knew what to do. Then anger began to overwhelm him and his arms trembled as he watched what his wife was doing to her house guest.
His face reddened, and he could think of only one thing. To take care of the sonofabitch that was humiliating him by having an affair with his wife.
Harry immediately thought of the revolver that he kept locked in a drawer in the den. It was something he kept in the house for emergency purposes, and never had he been called upon to use it in the past.
He was determined to use it on the man who was being fellated by his wife.
Harry stalked quickly toward the den, unlocking the drawer with trembling fingers, then picking up the- revolver.
He held the revolver in his right hand as he walked back toward the bedroom.
As he entered the bedroom, the torrid lovers were in the final stages of the sex act.
The repairman was trembling, while sweat poured down both sides of his face. He had a look of tense anxiety in his eyes, and his lips were quivering as he got set to unleash his hot juices from his prick.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," he gasped.
As Harry opened the door, holding the revolver in his right hand, the stream of white liquid poured out of the end of the repairman's bulging penis and into Harry's wife's waiting mouth.
He watched with disgust and humiliation as the woman who would never give him blow jobs was gobbling down energetically every drop of sperm that bolted from her lover's cock.
As she finished digesting the last few droplets, Harry stepped forward, letting them both see him for the first time.
"Okay, you goddamn sonofabitch," he growled, pointing the gun toward Roger. "You'd better say your prayers. I'll give you about five seconds, which is one helluva lot more time that you deserve to live."
"Oh no, please don't," Roger exclaimed. "I didn't mean anything. Honest I didn't."
"My God, Harry, you're going out of your mind," Linda began to sob. "Please put that thing down. Put it down."
"Yeah, I'll leave and never come back," Roger Garner said, throwing himself down on his knees and begging for mercy. "Honest, I didn't mean anything. It was just a little harmless fun." -
"Harmless fun, my ass," Harry barked. "You bastard. I'm going to pull this trigger. I'm going to shoot you in your goddamn head, then I'm going to kill my old lady."
"But you'll ruin everything for yourself," Linda sobbed. "Even if you hate both of us, you'll wreck yourself. You'll spend the rest of your life behind bars, my dear. Don't do that."
"Please save us," Roger said. "I'll get out of here. Honest, I will. You'll never see me again."
Now a sadistic little smile slowly evolved on Harry's lips. He hesitated for a moment, then exclaimed:
"Go, you bastard. Get the hell out of here, and never come back. At least not while I'm here."
"Gladly, gladly," a sputtering Roger Garner said, jumping to his feet and walking swiftly toward the door.
Harry sat down on the edge of the bed. Now a calmness was sweeping over him.
He listened to the sound of Roger's footsteps as he left the house.
He heard the door close behind Roger. As he heard the sound of Roger's truck starting up, he looked out the Window, observing Roger drive away.
"He got off pretty light," Harry said. "I still feel like killing you, though, you little bitch. No, you couldn't suck me off, but you could sure do it to that guy."
"You treated me badly, honey,"' she Lobbed. "Please give me a chance to live."
"All right," he sighed. "I wasn't going to kill you anyway."
He quickly left the room, putting the gun in the drawer, which he promptly locked.
As he walked back into the bedroom, Linda was sobbing bitterly.
"You had this affair with Tracy," she said sadly. "I don't feel like you're mine anymore. Can you see why I'd get disgusted and want to have sex with another man?"
Her answer stopped Harry suddenly short. Now he was beginning to see things in perspective. Perhaps if he had been just a little more lenient, then maybe his lovely wife would have been more accommodating in bed.
Now he couldn't help but feel anything other than sorrow and humiliation over what he had done to Linda. He had scared, the life out of the woman he loved.
"Oh, I'm sorry, very sorry," Harry said, tears beginning to come to his eyes.
Harry threw his arms around his wife, kissing her lips. He let the lips remain passionately locked against hers for several long seconds, and as he withdrew them, he promised:
"I've learned my lesson, honey. I won't play around anymore. Just as long as you'll be a little more accommodating in bed. I made a terrible mistake."
Now that he had made such an admission, Linda was hopeful that they could rescue their marriage after all.
At least she was determined to try, with every ounce of conviction within her.
