4 Granted
                                 By DATS HIM


Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her parent's at
their large estate in Rhode Island.  Melisa, more than Simon, wanted to move
out, away from her rich father's influence.  Even though he had the best
intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband conforming to her
father's conservative way of life, which she felt Simon would if they remained
living there.  As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the mud at
times, and Melisa didn't want him getting any worse.

Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected job offer
from one of his old friends.  The sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her
charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into accepting the offer, which
was no small accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for a large
pay increase and a better position within his corporation for Simon.  In the
end though, Melisa won out, and they moved away to Simon's home town in
northern Wisconsin.

Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school friends were
having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge hidden deep in the
woods.  Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's buddies proceeded to
get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa, the only woman present,
about the wild times they use to have together.

After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, Melisa
began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed.  In yet another
toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey.  Melisa,
feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her husband
some not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was.  With a drink in her
hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead un-characteristically
walked up to him and asked Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his
buns and winking at him. Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."

Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa walked
over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing.  The view was incredible.
It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon hanging in
the sky.  Like the largest light bulb ever created, the moonbeams sparkled off
the water of the lake below, bathing the surrounding forest and patio in a
soft white glow.  When she reached the railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of
someone off to the side, but she was too horny to concern herself with one of
her husband's drunk friends.

Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips for a
kiss.  His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to kiss her.
Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive dress, almost
ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside.  He finally pushed her dress
from her shoulders and pulled it down.  His touch felt like fire when his
fingertips finally dipped inside the lace cups of her bra.  Melisa could feel
his urgency, his desire, and she was happy that it matched hers.  She heard a
slight tear, then a loud rip.  In his lustful state he had torn her bra apart.
The round curves and softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to
the night air. Melisa didn't care that he had ripped her bra.  She had waited
three long hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen
her excitement.

He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to crush and
smother hers in a sloppy kiss.  Melisa moaned her hunger into his open mouth.
He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass.
Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3" heels on, their
embrace didn't last long.  Already Melisa's neck was getting sore from leaning
back at such an awkward angle.  Breaking their kiss, she pressed her hands
against his chest, and stepped back a bit.

Simon's heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open his
jeans.  With lust in her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and pushed them
and his underwear down to his ankles.  Dropping to her knees in front of him,
Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up
his thighs.  He gritted his teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the
crown of his dick with them.  Simon though his head would explode when his
wife's mouth began to suck and swallow his now completely hard shaft.  Her
saliva was making his dick glisten like the lake below them.  In the two years
they had known each other, Melisa had never sucked him off before.  Simon was
too stunned by the sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his
thick rod to say anything to her now.  While she gently fondled his testicles
with her right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her
other one.  Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to
steadily increase its loving action.  Almost ready to climax, he reached for
the back of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and raised
herself up.

"I can't wait any longer.  I want you to fuck me.  Right here, right now!"
his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread her feet
apart.

Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the places
back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few sportsmen who knew
of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the party anyway.  In the bright
moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs encased in tan nylons and perched
atop a pair of high heels was the most erotic vision Simon had ever seen.
When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy hairs came into view, Simon was shocked.  He
didn't know she had left the house without wearing any panties.

With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa hoped she
looked like a woman begging to be fucked.  That's what she was, and that's
what she wanted to look like.  It had been over a month since Simon had fucked
her last, and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't get fucked now.

With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the mouth.
Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back with a passion
Simon didn't know she had.  When her silky legs surrounded his mid-section and
she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks of her small ass in the
palms of his hands.  With one swift and powerful thrust, his entire cock
pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. Melisa suddenly broke their kiss
and cried out.  Savoring the way his cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so
completely, his wife held herself steady for a moment.  Every nerve in her
body tingling with excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind
her tightly closed eyelids.  After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa
looked into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!"  His
wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss. Simon
was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast could ever act
this way.

"Come on, baby, really give it to me.  Fuck my brains out!  Faster! Faster!"
Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down, impaling herself
upon his cock with every once of energy she had.

Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on his own two feet
any longer.  While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex- starved
nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden bench by the
railing.

Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster!  Please, baby,
faster!  I'm almost there.  Fuck me, baby!  Fuck me!"

Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach.  Just in time, he leaned over the
patio and heaved his guts out.

After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more time then
went back to rejoin the party.  Simon threw up again when the man who just
fucked his wife followed her inside.

"Good morning, sleepy head."  he heard a soft and far away voice say.

The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes.  Melisa leaned
forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her hand ducked
under the covers.

"How could you?"  was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melisa's cold
fingertips touched his crotch.

"Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to...  you know... make
love to me.  I'm still horny, Simon."

The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images of the
scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him. Melisa's
silky legs were wrapped around another man.  Another man's huge hands were
squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and down on him.
Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager kiss.  Simon
closed his eyes in torment.  Was it all just a bad dream?  Did he only imagine
that Melisa had sex with someone else last night?  His wife mistook his
confused look as a sign of a hangover.

"Do you want something for your headache, or how about some breakfast?"
Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe on.  "Maybe after
you're feeling better, we could...  mess around."

"Mess around?"  Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked out of
their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!"

Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the worst
headache of his life.  It had been a long time since he went out drinking with
the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper.  His stomach did a sudden
flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for their bathroom.

On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god. His belly
was empty.  All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching prayers as they
echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound that much more.  His
stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions it was going through trying
to present anything in praise to the short, white deity he was kneeling in
front of, but it had nothing to give. Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his
head and implored the powers to be for mercy.  The icy-cold, ceramic altar was
soothing his forehead when his silent petition was answered.  The toilet seat
came crashing down on the back of his neck.

"Oh, honey, are you okay?"

Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up through
the hallow-like hole above his head.

"My, oh, my!  Don't we look green."  Melisa said and then started laughing.

"It's not funny!"  Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity.

"From where I'm standing, you look funny.  Here," Melisa said as she grabbed
her husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed. You'll need to
sleep this one off."

After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice, Melisa
tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.

"JESUS H. CHRIST!  GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke him up.

"Leave me alone!"  Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who
was there.

"Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?"  Simon's best friend Bob, yelled out.

"It should be ready in a few minutes."

"Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat, LETS GO!"

All Bob got was another tortured grunt.

"Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night?  Does his little head
hurt?"  Bob teased.

"ASSHOLE!"

"PUSSY!"

"Double asshole!"

"Weekend Weed Whacker!"

Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab.  He remembered it was a
derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.

"What the hell are you doing here?  It's not even..."  then Simon remembered
they were suppose to go fishing this morning.

"Damn, what did those people on the east coast do to you?"  Bob said, then
quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.

"Hey, Melisa, Simon's got one of them retractable fishing rods and the line's
all tangled up!  You better get in here and help this poor boy, cause I sure
as hell ain't!"

"OKAY, I'm up already!  Now get the hell out of here while I get dressed!"

"Never mind.  False alarm."  Bob shouted.

In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"

"I need to ask you something, Bob."

"No, we're not going in!  I don't care how many times you throw up, or how
green you get.  I'm always out here until I get my quota, so don't ask again."

"It has nothing to do with that."  Simon said.

"What is it then?"

When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his head around.  Simon seemed to be
looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his line of sight, and
tried to figure out what it was.  Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he asked
again, "Well, you going to tell me what's on your mind?"

Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, "Never mind."

Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she almost
dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning room.  Setting it
on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!"  A man wearing only a
T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was standing on their porch.
Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up here!  Melisa suddenly realized
she was still only dressed in her short robe.  She jumped when the man began
knocking again.  Opening the door up enough to stick her head out, the
half-naked housewife asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Hi there!  My name's Jack.  Sorry to bother you, but can I use your phone?
My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here.  It's just down the
road a bit."  he said with a smile.

"Don't you have a spare?"  Melisa asked, afraid to let a stranger in the
house, especially the way she was dressed.

"Don't I wish!  Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig, but if
I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit.  Look, I just need to
let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and wait for them to
send somebody to fix it."

"Where are my manners?  I'm sorry.  Come in, the phone is in the living room."
Melisa said as she opened the door all the way.

Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing the
door.  Tom was right.  Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had a
fantastic body!  She was a little small for his taste, but if everything else
Tom said was true, he could overlook that.  When Melisa turned around to face
him and point at the phone on a table by the wall, Jack had to swallow his
heart.  The red haired beauty before him had the biggest pair of tits he'd
ever seen on a woman her size.

While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten dressed.
Every time she turned around the man's eyes were on her.  It was like he
didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the line.  Her cheeks turned red
and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon her breasts.  Pulling
her robe together to hide herself from his stare only seemed to make Jack's
eyes grow larger.  Looking down, she noticed the thin material of her short,
white satin robe was stretched tightly across chest, making her erect nipples
even more visible.  Completely embarrassed for getting excited just from
having a man look at her, Melisa ran into the kitchen.

"I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right."  Jack said when the woman
disappeared.  "She sure is something else!  How long have I got?"

"Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be here when
everybody gets back from lunch."  his boss said.

"Thanks!  See you at one."  Jack replied as he hung up the phone.

Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to let him
stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired his fictitious
flat tire.

"Say, lady!"  he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?"

"It's the first door on the left, down the hallway."

When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the kitchen
and into her bedroom.  She hurriedly straightened up the bed, threw the
clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe off.  After
wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she searched for a matching
bra in her dresser drawer.  From the corner of her eye, Melisa saw something
move, and bolted upright in surprise.

Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the
adjoining bathroom.  He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for
sneaking up on her, but then he didn't have to.  The way he was looking at
Melisa said it all.  Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were
appreciative, even complimentary.  Now, there was something else in his eyes,
and Melisa started to tremble.  Jack was awed by the near flawless set of tits
the young redhead had.  And her nipples!  My God, they were the most perfectly
shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on!

The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both wanting
something different.  Neither knew what the other's next move was going to be,
so they both were afraid to move.  Wearing only a flimsy pair of panties,
Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless.  On the other hand, Jack couldn't
remember the last time he was this sexually aroused.  It was certain they
couldn't just let the tension keep building up between them, one of them had
to do something, but which one was going to make the first move?

Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got carried away. That's
all it was.  Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy beginning to
moisten, and she became embarrassed again.  The young wife looked down, to
keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing.  Her heart skipped several
beats, and she stopped breathing.  The man's cock was sticking out of his open
jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as it grew larger and stiffer.  Her
nipples hardened all the more at the sight, and Melisa became ashamed from the
way she was reacting.

Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand.  Melisa flinched at his sudden
movement, but stood her ground.  Slowly he reached out to her.  The sigh the
redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed her left breast told
Jack all he needed to know.  He reached out with his other hand and began
slowly squeezing both her tits.  Melisa legs wobbled, and another sigh escaped
from her still open and suddenly dry mouth.  Jack released her breasts, and
his hands slid to her rib cage.  Melisa clamped her eyes shut and bit her
lower lip as she raised her head.  Her mouth opened with a soft and pleading
moan as his hands surrounded her slim waist.  She felt his fingers at her
hips, hooking themselves inside the only piece of clothing she had on.  Like a
hot knife through butter, Jack ripped her panties on both sides.

Melisa's only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in anticipation of
his next move.  Jack noticed the change in her and reached down.  Melisa's
legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and useless panties from between
her quivering thighs.  At that moment, they both knew she was his.  Melisa,
almost in a trance, walked over to the bed.  She couldn't believe that she was
again going to fuck a man she didn't even know!

"That makes twelve, six each, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit!  How about we
get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"

"I just want to go back to bed."  Simon said as he put his fishing gear away.

"By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight for
dinner.  Sue's been dying to meet your wife."  Bob said.

"I meant to ask you about that.  How come nobody else brought their wife or
girlfriend last night?"

"I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a big
surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow.  Tell Mel to be prepared, too.
Some of them are pissed at her for catching you.  I'm pretty sure she'll even
hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight."

"Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me how you
felt about her."

"Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything.  I wouldn't mind being in your shoes,
though.  A lot of the other guys feel the same way.  We're just jealous.
Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any girl you wanted,
got a nice scholarship, married a gal who's not only the sexiest creature on
earth, but comes from a rich family to boot!  You guys are the envy of the
whole town, so you better get use to it.  The same goes for the rest of us.
Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am what I am.  Just do me a favor, will
you?"

"What's that?"  Simon asked his friend.

"Don't let it go to your head.  As far as I can tell, all your success hasn't
changed you.  Try to keep that way."

Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away.  The fresh air had done
him some good.  At least he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only a short nap
would get rid of his headache.

As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently bought, Simon
thought of asking Melisa about last night.  He then decided it was best to get
rid of his headache first.  Besides, he still wasn't sure if he had really
seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed it all.  Thankful that his
wife wasn't around when he opened the door, he tossed his fish into the
kitchen sink, and headed off to bed.

Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his bedroom door.
In a way, he was.  This was no dream.  This was real!  His wife WAS with
another man!

Melisa was kneeling over his prone body.  Her hands were clutching at his dick
and balls, while her lips were sliding up and down his cock. Simon could see
the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and move as a stranger's dick poked
around inside his wife's sucking mouth.  Simon could see Melisa's tiny hands
stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock protruding from her lips.  Simon
couldn't see who the man was though.  His head was trapped between Melisa's
thighs, hiding him from view, as she lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth
in a fucking rhythm on his face. The wet slurping sounds of their tongues and
mouths on each others genitals made Simon sick to his stomach again.  Their
grunting, groaning and moaning made his head pound more painfully.  The
brokenhearted Simon wanted to die on the spot!

Melisa shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and tongue as
her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin.  Her dainty hands
then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever increasing speed, she
began stroking his dick with both hands while her head bobbed up and down.
Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion and her hands continued to fly
rapidly over the man's shaft until he finally ejaculated.  She suddenly gagged
when his cock briefly forced its way into her throat.  She then moaned loudly
in orgasm as vast amounts of thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began
running down the dick she was still wantonly sucking.

Simon didn't see or hear any of this.  He had rushed outside, racing aimlessly
up their driveway and then down the road.  With tear stained eyes, he looked
up when he heard a car coming from behind.

"Well, hello there stranger!  Long time no see.  Hop in, I'll give you a
ride."  a cheerful woman's voice said.

Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car and got in.

Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body, Melisa shook
her head.  She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a second time, but she
also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed, something she hadn't felt in
a long time.  Melisa really did love Simon, and knew that what she did was
wrong, but she just couldn't help herself.

Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa's sex life was
phenomenal.  She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and with
good reason.  Melisa thought college was nothing but a four year orgy and very
seldom turned down a chance to have sex.  She had no qualms about letting any
of her dates get into her panties.  The guy had to be a real geek if he
couldn't get between her legs, and even then, Melisa would at least give him
head.  As far as she was concerned, the only thing in life that could come
close to having a stiff cock was shopping.

Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn't matter because no
one would dare say it to her face.  Her family's status in the community
prevented that.  It was also the reason for her wild behavior. The strict
rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't apply when she wasn't
there.  Her father's dated codes of what a lady should act like always
collided her unbridled spirit.  And after high school, she became even more
rebellious toward him.

All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon.  It was as though
her popularity had dropped to zero.  All the guys stopped asking her out, and
wouldn't even flirt with her anymore.  At 6' 5" and the middle linebacker for
the football team all four years he was there, Simon was an imposing figure
that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa didn't take this into account.
She thought men didn't find her attractive anymore.  In a way, this was all
right, because she fell in love with Simon, and didn't want her past
indiscretions to ruin their relationship.

But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel unwanted
and repressed again.  Even though she always wore the sexiest clothes she
could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her. Before they moved, her
confidence plummeted to an all time low because he hadn't fucked her in over a
month.  She couldn't understand why Simon didn't want to fuck as much as she
did.  Melisa just couldn't go that long without sex, and didn't know how her
husband could.

Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and the one this morning, it
helped take the edge off her sexual appetite.  But she really didn't want to
fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her.  "Well, if my own husband won't screw
me, at least I know other men still want to."  she said aloud when she stepped
out of the shower.  As degrading a thought as this was, Melisa decided it
wasn't her fault.  She also made up her mind that she'd fuck someone else
again if Simon didn't start paying more attention to her.

It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well on his
way to getting bombed.  He picked up the tenth shot glass from the neatly
lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single swallow.
Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm about something
or other.  He didn't know what she was saying, or did he really care.  She had
been yakking away ever since she picked him up on the side of the road.  He
looked at her through the empty thick shot glass.  All he could see were two
distorted red lines, opening and closing.

"You still suck cock?"  he blurted out.

Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon
continued his one sided conversation.

"I didn't think my wife did, but she does.  She's a pretty good at it too,
opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls.  You play with the
balls when you suck a guy's cock?"

When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't being so quiet
anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you home now, Sy.
I think you've had enough."

"Is she with him?"  he mumbled.

"What?"

"Is she still with him?"

"Simon, you're not making any sense.  What are you talking about?" Janice
asked, not really understanding him.

Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches of her
face and said, "My wife and some other guy are playing hide the salami in our
own fucking house!"

"I don't believe it!  You're just imagining things.  Why, from what I've
heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl."

"I saw it with my own eyes!  Melisa was sucking this guy's cock and rubbing
her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our own fucking
bed!"

"Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run around on
you?  Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would even dare
think of doing something like that with your wife.  Hell, you only moved back
a couple of weeks ago.  Nobody's even met her yet!"

Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend, because that
was how she felt.  Six years ago, they were the hottest item in town.  Janice
had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily ever after, but then
things changed.  When he received a full scholarship to a university on the
east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad because her plans for getting
him to ask for her hand in marriage were put on hold.  The day Simon left for
college, Janice thought her life ended.  She would have waited until Hell
froze over, if he asked her to, but never Simon did.  Janice was completely
shattered, and blamed herself for letting him get away.  Even though she had
married someone else since then, she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon.
Janice doubted that Melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this
was the second chance she'd been hoping and praying for.

Simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at Janice.
Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her face was thinner,
but Janice was still very attractive.  She still has that look, Simon thought.
Janice's deep brown eyes were what attracted him to her in the first place.
When they were alone in the past, which was often, she would give him a look
that was adoring, while at the same time very sultry.  She was giving him that
look now, and the old feelings for her were starting to come back.  Simon
reached out to hold Janice's hand, but she jerked it back quickly.

"Let me get you home."  she said as she gathered up her things.

"I told you, I don't want to go home."

"Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy.  I've got shopping to do and a house to
clean.  I really have to go."

Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned back in his chair and said,
"I'll be fine, why don't you take off."

Driving away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began thinking. If his
wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back.  She had heard the
rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured that all she had to do
was wait around and catch him in the act, then file for a divorce.  Janice
suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when she realized exactly what she was
thinking about.  "Damn it, Simon!", she yelled, "Why did you have to come
back?"  and then she started crying.

"Where's dinner?"  her husband called out to Janice when he got home from
work.

"If you don't mind, I thought we'd go out to eat."  she yelled from upstairs
in their bedroom.

Normally, her husband preferred a home cooked meal, and Janice expected him to
object to her suggestion, but he surprised her.

"Let me give the Carsons a call.  We were suppose to meet them later for
drinks anyway, so they might as well join us.  How's The Landing sound?"

"I thought we might go over to Don's place.  We haven't been there in a
while."  Janice replied quickly.

She was hoping to run into Simon again since he lived so close to the small
tavern.  This was the reason she was getting dressed up.

"Okay, I'll tell them to meet us there for supper, then we'll all go to the
Landing for drinks when we're done."  Tom yelled back.

Janice wasn't the only one with a motive for wanting to go out.  After hearing
from Jack about how the hot redhead drained his balls this morning, he wanted
to see her again.  In a perverse sense, this was Tom's way of getting even
with Simon.  Several nights over the past six years he heard Janice talk in
her sleep and mention his name, but when he asked her about it in the morning,
she denied having any feelings for him anymore.  Tom didn't believe this, and
suspected his wife was still in love with her former boyfriend.  He didn't
plan last night's jaunt on the patio with Simon's wife, but when it was over
Tom looked at it as a macho victory over the man his wife still cared for.

Janice finally came downstairs and announced she was ready to go.  The way she
was dressed removed any doubts Tom had on how Janice felt about Simon.
Instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers that she usually wore, Janice was
decked out in a short pale-blue skirt, a tight fitting white sweater, and
heels.  Right then, Tom made up his mind he was going to fuck Simon's wife
again, even if he had to go over to their house like Jack did.

"Bob, will you tell him I need those shot glasses back.  I only got about five
clean ones left!"  the owner of the small tavern pleaded.

"Hear that, Simon?  Don's cutting you off.  Time to go."

"I'm not getting in that fucking boat again!"  Simon shouted without even
looking up.

"What's your position on cars?"

Back and forth they went, Bob trying to get Simon to leave, and Simon trying
to get Bob to stay and drink with him.  In the end, Simon won, but only after
Bob made him promise to eat something.  Bob had seen his best friend like this
before, and knew all to well how belligerent he could get.  Don came over to
the table then and asked, "Can I take these away now?"

"Shit, it's about time!"  Simon said.

Playfully, and not too hard, Don hit Simon over the head with a tray he was
carrying.

"What are you doing here anyway?"  Simon finally asked Bob.

"Remember, you and Mel were suppose to come over for dinner tonight. Well, if
Mohammed won't go to the mountain, then the mountain will come to Mohammed."
Bob said as Melisa and Bob's wife Sue walked in.

Simon became very quiet when the two women sat down to join them. While Sue
and Melisa discussed the differences between life in the woods and big city,
Bob studied his friend.  Something was troubling him, and had been all day.
He then noticed that every time Simon looked at Melisa, he did so with a
scowl.  They must be fighting, he thought, and sensed that things could get
ugly, especially considering how much Simon had to drink already.  When Don
came over to their table again, Bob promptly ordered steak dinners for
everyone.  From past experience, he knew this wouldn't change Simon's mood,
but it would sober him up and make him more reasonable.  Melisa and Sue
continued to talk up a storm during dinner and, thankfully, Simon didn't argue
when Melisa suggested he quit drinking, at least until they finished eating.

The food did help.  This, plus making him drink several cups of coffee after
dinner and splashing his face with ice-cold water in the small bathroom, had
Simon coherent now.  He could focus his eyes, and knew where he was and who
was with him.  When he talked, his speech wasn't slurred and he could be
understood.

"You okay, pal?"  Bob asked before they went to rejoin their wives.

"Yeah, I'm doing better, thanks.  Almost like old times, huh?  Me getting
fucked up, and you coming to the rescue."  Simon said as he dried his face.

"Don't you think it's about time you stopped doing this kind of shit?"

"I guess so."

"Are you and Melisa getting along okay?"

"Boy, you sure are subtle."  Simon answered.

"Come on, don't play any of your horse shit games, Simon!  I've seen the dirty
looks you've been giving her.  Fuck, you think I'm blind!"

"Hey, I can handle it."

"Look, we've been friends a long time.  If you need someone to talk to, I'll
listen.  But, if you and Melisa are having problems, keep it to yourselves.
Quit making other people around you feel uncomfortable!"

"I'm feeling better and I'll behave.  Now, why don't we go back out there and
have a good time."

While Bob and Simon were in the bathroom, two other couples had come in.  They
were still talking with Melisa and Sue when the men returned, so Bob invited
them to sit down.  Within five minutes, he regretted this and was ready to
pull his hair out.  After just straightening out Simon in the bathroom, Melisa
started acting up, and she was a lot more vocal about it than Simon had been.

Sitting at their large table were eight people, Simon and Melisa, Bob and his
wife Sue, Simon's former girlfriend Janice and her husband Tom (the stranger
Melisa fucked last night), and Jack (the man Melisa fucked this morning) and
his wife Mary.

The verbal assaults began when Simon went over and sat down next to Janice,
leaving Melisa to sit between Tom and Jack.  She was very quiet for awhile,
but it didn't last long.

"So, Janice, I hear you two were quite the couple...  some time ago." Melisa
said in the cattiest voice she had.

"I believe we still look good...  together."  Janice replied, making the same
pause for effect that Melisa had.

Everyone now knew that Melisa and Janice didn't like each other.  Simon could
tell Melisa was jealous of the tall brunette, and loved it.  Janice knew she
was making Simon's wife jealous, and she loved it too.  This set the stage for
an evening none of them would forget.  After the two women tired of making
snide remarks about each other, with Melisa coming out on the short end of
most of them, they began a more open and direct battle.

Melisa started it by asking Tom to play some music on the jukebox so they
could dance.  While giving both Janice and Simon a watch-what-I-do- next look,
she grabbed Tom's arm and got up from the table.  If looks could kill, Janice
would have been strapped into an electric chair and executed on the spot.
Melisa only smiled at the fuming woman.  As she and Tom walked over to the
jukebox, Melisa's left hand dropped to Tom's butt.

While the two of them were selecting songs, Bob picked up the conversation at
the silent table, talking about a local fishing contest coming up.  His wife
took this as her cue, and started talking to Mary about how pretty she looked.

Jack's wife, only 20 years old, was the youngest of the group.  Mary was also
the giddiest girl any of them knew, always laughing and generally avoiding any
serious conversations.  Her assumed deficiency of brain cells was overlooked
though, because Mary, before Melisa showed up, was the most flirtatious woman
in town.  With a wild mane of blonde hair and a body that could grace any
centerfold, she looked like she just finished having sex all the time.  This,
plus the revealing clothes she always wore, had every man's dick hard for
miles around.  What people didn't know was that Jack encouraged Mary to look
and act this way.  He was proud of the way men made a fuss over his wife.
Nobody in town knew that Jack and Mary were swingers, but a few of them were
about to find out.

Sitting on Mary's right, Sue was shocked to see Jack's hand slide under the
short dress his wife was wearing.  She tried not to look, but couldn't take
her eyes away as he pushed the hem of Mary's dress up, exposing her young and
slender thighs.  Sue quickly glanced up, ready to tell Jack he shouldn't be
doing that in public, but he was grinning at her and continued to move his
wife's dress up higher.  Bob was still talking about the fishing tournament,
and Simon and Janice were too busy looking at their spouses to notice what was
going on.  Sue looked down again as Jack began to rub the inside of Mary's
thighs, her dress now up to her waist.  Mary was wearing a pair of crotchless
pantyhose and nothing else.  Little wisps of blonde pubic hair poked through
the lace opening when Mary parted her legs to let Jack's fingers get closer to
her pussy.  Sue thought that what the two of them were doing was vulgar, and
she knew she was wrong in watching them, but something had come over her and
she couldn't tear her eyes away.

While this was going on, Melisa and Tom began dancing.  At first, they kept a
respectable distance from one another while traipsing around the small area.
Melisa then looked over at her husband and Janice.  Moving closer to Tom, she
lowered her hand from his waist and placed in on his rear end again.  Janice
was boiling inside.  Not only did this east coast bitch steal her first true
love, she was now putting moves on her husband as well.

Simon thought there was something strangely familiar about the way Melisa and
Tom looked together.  Then it hit him.  Tom must have been the man Melisa
fucked last night!  Though not absolutely positive about it, he felt certain
that Tom was the one who made his wife act so passionate.

While talking with Jack, Bob could see that his wife was nervous about
something.  Sue was wiggling around in her seat and her face was becoming
flush.  She also kept glancing up at everyone, like she was doing something
she wasn't suppose to be doing.  Sue had more wine than she normally did and
was on her fifth glass now, so he thought she was feeling guilty about that,
and didn't pay any more attention to her.

What Bob couldn't see was that Sue's left hand was on Mary's right leg.  While
she watched Jack slide his index finger into his wife's pussy, Mary
surprisingly grabbed Sue's hand and placed it on her knee. Sue's eyes bulged
out and she thought of jerking it away, but then everyone would know what was
going on, so she kept her hand still.  Mary then leaned forward, putting her
elbows on the table, and asked Simon something.  When the others looked at him
and waited for his reply, Mary moved her leg up against Sue's and slowly began
to rub it.  When Simon started talking, Mary casually reached down and placed
her hand on top of Sue's.  When she didn't try to pull it away, Mary gently
slid Sue's hand up her thighs.

Sue thought she was crazy for allowing something like this to happen, but she
also found it too stimulating to quit.  Though she knew how pleasing nylon
felt on her own legs, there was something forbidden and very exciting about
feeling it on another woman's legs.  As the blonde continued to use her hand
to massage herself, Sue's heart began to beat wildly.  She could feel the
firmness of the girl's thighs and got more turned on.  Sue nearly jumped out
of her skin when Jack's hand suddenly replaced Mary's.  She had a hard time
breathing as he squeezed her hand and brought it up to the open crotch of his
wife's pantyhose.  Sue could feel the heat rising from Mary's pussy as Jack
moved her hand closer and closer.  Sue's fingertips felt the soft hairs
between the blonde's legs, and she quickly swallowed another sip of wine,
choking on it.

Turning away from Simon for a moment, Bob asked, "Are you okay, honey?"

"Just went down the wrong pipe."  Sue said after clearing her throat, but she
didn't remove her hand from Mary's pussy even though Jack had removed his.

Janice was silently sitting next to Simon, doing a slow burn as she watched
Melisa and her husband dance.  Melisa was now blatantly rubbing his butt in a
suggestive manner, while shoving her breasts against him. She couldn't blame
Tom for pulling the sleazy tramp closer, and she could even understand it when
he put one of his legs between hers. Melisa then started to grinding her pussy
up and down on Tom's thigh. Janice didn't like this one bit and decided it was
time to show the east coast slut that she could play the same game.  Grabbing
Simon's hand, she angrily pulled him up from his chair and said, "Follow me."

"You should see those people out there!  You'd think I was running was a whore
house or something."  Don said to his wife as he brought a tray of dirty
dishes into the kitchen.

"What's going on?"  Kathy asked.

"You know that girl who's always showing off to the guys?"

"She at it again?"

"No, it's worse!"

"What's she doing this time?"

"You won't believe me, so you better take a look for yourself."

"Let me finish cleaning this pot first."  Kathy told her husband.  "You know,
sometimes I think you're just a horny old goat who'd like to get into her
pants.  The poor girl just likes to have fun, and since her husband doesn't
mind, I don't understand why you always have to make a big deal out everything
she does."

"Oh, yeah!  Well, wait till you see what that poor girl of yours is doing this
time!"

Unknown to Don, Kathy was envious of Mary's looks, body, youth, and the steady
fucking she knew the blonde was getting.  Kathy, on the other hand, had to
masturbate for her sexual relief because Don was always too busy with their
tavern.  Even at fifty years old, Kathy was still in pretty good shape and had
received many offers from the men who came in. Since she felt it would be
wrong to cheat on her husband, she turned them all down and masturbated
instead.  In fact, it was the blonde's husband who really got her hooked on
masturbating.

Jack had been trying to talk her into going to bed with him for some time, but
Kathy just considered his advances nothing more than friendly flirting, albeit
a little crude at times.  About a year ago, when the place was empty, he came
in and started making a play for her again.  As usual, Kathy politely turned
him down.  Jack finished his beer and just before leaving, he handed her a
box, saying that until she changed her mind it was something to remember him
by.

After he was gone, Kathy opened the package, expecting to find a long stem
rose or type of flower.  What she found was anything but flowers, and she
started to laugh.  Jack had given her a dildo!  She heard of these, but never
actually saw one before.  It was two feet long, and each end of the flexible
rubber shaft was molded to look like the head of a man's prick.  Kathy
wondered about its unusual size and shape.  The naive woman was confused.
There was no way she could possibly get both ends of the thing in her at once,
so why did it have two dick heads?

Kathy put the dildo to good use though.  She quickly became experienced at
using it, and after only a few days was addicted to masturbating with it.  For
the first time in her life she could have a hard dick in pussy for as long and
as many times as she wanted it.  She even stopped bothering Don about having
sex altogether.  He didn't seem to mind, because their constant bickering with
one another had ceased, and Kathy was in a better mood.

Jack kept talking to Bob, knowing that if he didn't and things got quiet, Sue
would move her hand away from Mary's pussy.  While pretending to be interested
in what Bob was saying, Jack put his hand back under the table and searched
for Sue's.  Both women stiffened when they felt his fingers.  Bob rambled on
about his favorite subject while, right across from him, his wife and Jack
were rubbing Mary's pussy.

"Oh!"  Mary sighed loudly when Jack's finger plunged into her wet slit and he
wiggled it around.  "That's right, and if you don't get the hook set just..."
Bob continued, as if Mary was suddenly interested in fishing.

Sue had to stifle a giggle at her husband's ignorance.  With all the wine,
plus the outrageous things the three of them were doing, a crazy idea popped
into Sue's head.  Moving her fingers above Jack's, Sue parted the slippery
lips of Mary's pussy and began stroking her clit with the tip of her
fingernail.  Another sigh came from Mary, but Bob kept right on talking.  Sue
then squeezed her hand around Mary's entire vulva, leaving only a small puffy
opening so Jack could continue to finger-fuck his wife.

Mary bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out as Jack and Sue played with
her cunt under the table.  The blonde had done some pretty bizarre things
since marrying Jack, but they had never anything in public.  Mary knew that
most of the people in town thought she was a flake and a tease.  This was okay
though, because she thought most of them were boring.  She wondered what
people would say if they ever found out that their recently elected Mayor's
wife liked playing with another woman's pussy.

Mary slowly began clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks, causing her pussy
to move up and down slightly.  Jack shoved another finger inside her and
spread her pussy open.  Sue released her grip from around Jack's fingers, and
then slid her middle one between his.  At the same time, they both pushed the
digits into his wife's dripping hole.  Mary lost control, doubling over as
though she had severe cramp in her stomach.

"Are you all right, Mary?"  Bob asked.

"I'm...  okay."  the trembling girl barely managed to say.

"Why don't we go to the ladies room, honey."  Sue said as she stood up.

Jack looked past his wife and said, "You'll make sure she's feeling better
before she comes...  back, right Sue?"

"Don't worry, she'll feel a lot better by the time we come...  back."

As the two women went to the ladies bathroom, Bob noticed a big wet spot in
the seat of Mary's pink dress and made a comment to Jack about it.

"She's got female problems...  can't control her water very well."  Jack said
convincingly, but knowing full well the stain was there because Mary's pussy
flowed juice easier than any woman he know of.

Out on the dance floor, it looked like Janice and Melisa had started a dirty
dancing contest.  Each of them was lewdly sliding, rubbing, and grinding their
bodies against their dance partner's.  Both Simon and Tom had big grins on
their faces while Melisa and Janice tried to out perform each other.  When
Melisa slowly rotated her groin against the crotch of Tom's pants, Janice did
the same thing to Simon.  Melisa then stepped away a little, and seductively
opened her blouse all the way. Checking to make sure that Janice and Simon
were still watching, she placed Tom's left hand on her breasts and started
sucking on the fingers of his other hand.

Janice was fed up with the redhead's antics.  Not thinking about what she was
doing and having a terrible temper to begin with, Janice was going to show
Melisa that she was sexier.  Grabbing a chair from a near by table, she
dragged it over.  After she made Simon sit down on it, Janice spread his legs
open and stood between them.  Simon started to get up, but she stopped him.
"Sit down, Sy!"  she shouted angrily, "She started this, but I'm going to
finish it!"

Kicking her heels off and lifting her skirt up to her waist, Janice hooked her
thumbs in the top of her pantyhose and panties and quickly yanked them off.
Simon got up again, but instead of pushing him back in the chair, Janice
deftly and suddenly had his pants open and down around his ankles.  When she
was done, she shoved him back onto the chair. Janice then quickly turned
around and plopped down on Simon's lap, her long and shapely legs on the
outside of Simon's, and her hands gripped tightly under the seat of the chair
to prevent him from getting up again.  "Watch this!"  Janice said to Melisa,
and began rotating her ass in circles over Simon's crotch, watching his dick
grow hard as her pussy rubbed its head.

Kathy finished up at the sink.  Something wasn't right.  Her head snapped up,
ears alert for any sound.  All she heard was the music playing in the other
room, no talking or laughing.  Turning her head toward the swinging doors,
Kathy spotted her husband sneaking over to the pass-through window by the pool
table and dance floor.  Don was being too quiet, so she dried off her hands on
a towel and snuck up behind him.  A flash of light hit her eyes and she
turned.  It was only the woman's bathroom light.  One of the girls must have
forgotten to turn it off, she thought.  Forever mindful of money, she'd turn
the light off first, then see what her husband was up to.  Kathy couldn't
believe her eyes when she got to the bathroom.

The blonde haired Mary was straddling the toilet, her dress bunched up around
her waist and her legs spread apart.  There was another woman kneeling on the
floor in front of her and she had her face between the young girl's thighs.
Kathy raced over to tell Don what was going on when she was stopped dead in
her tracks by another equally shocking sight. Big Tom Jackson was in the
middle of the dance floor, his pants around his ankles, and a redhead was on
her knees in front of him, sucking his cock!

"Don, quick, come look at this!"  Kathy whispered as loud as she dared. Her
husband turned around and said, "Never mind that, get over here and see what
these guys are doing!"

"I know, but you should see what's going on in the woman's bathroom!"

When Don turned around, his wife put her hands over her mouth and let out a
little shriek.  He quickly stopped and spun his head around, thinking he was
missing something on the dance floor.  Kathy walked up to her husband, reached
out for his hard dick, which was sticking out of his pants, and began stroking
it.  Don then went to see what was going on in the bathroom, Kathy right
behind him, still holding onto his cock. When he saw that the young blonde was
getting her cunt eaten out by the Mayor's wife, Don's jaw almost hit the
floor.  It didn't, but Kathy did, with her knees.  Bringing the tip of the
biggest hard-on her husband ever had up to her mouth, Kathy opened her lips
and stuck her tongue out.

For reason, Mary looked at the bathroom door and noticed it was open a little.
She was about to reach out and close it when she saw that the old coot who ran
the place was spying on her.  Deciding to let him get his jollies, Mary opened
the door a little more so he could get a better look.  She then pushed Sue
away from her and turned around.  Bending over and raising her dress up, she
looked at the kneeling woman behind her through her legs and said, "Do me this
way.  After I come, I'll do you."

Sue couldn't believe the young blonde was being so bold, but she placed her
hands on Mary's ass anyway and then slid her tongue down through the crack of
her butt until she reached Mary's pussy again.

Cursing at him under her breath, Kathy still enjoyed sucking her husband's
already exploding cock.  She had just gotten it into her mouth when Don began
spraying his cum all over the place.  When he finished, she let it pop out,
and was more than surprised to see he was still hard.  Quickly unsnapping her
jeans, she pushed them and her panties down to her knees and laid on the floor
in front of him.  "Come on, honey," Kathy said while reaching up for him, "you
can watch them and fuck me before your dick gets soft.  Hurry!  Please, Don,
fuck me!"

"I'll be right back."  Don said, leaving his frustrated wife on the floor.

She knew it was too good to be true.  Don never wanted to make love to her
when she wanted it.  Use to his neglect, but still on fire, Kathy started
masturbating right there on the kitchen floor.

Opening her pussy with the fingers of her left hand and shoving a couple of
them inside, she used the fingers of her right hand to furiously rub against
the base of her clit.  Never touching the tip of the super sensitive and
elongated organ with her fingers, Kathy rolled around on the floor as, once
again, she had to fuck herself to reach an orgasm.

After Janice started getting Simon's dick hard, Bob knew he had to leave.
This was no place for someone in his position to be.  But his wife and Mary
were still in the bathroom.  Bob suddenly went looking for Sue when Melisa
dropped to her knees and began sucking Tom's dick.  As the new Mayor, there
was no way he could ever be associated with this new turn of events.  He had
to get him and his wife out of there fast. Hearing moans coming from the
bathroom, Bob rushed to see if his wife was okay.

There moaning all right, but it wasn't because Sue was sick, neither was Mary
for that matter.  Both women were feeling just great.  Bob was startled to
feel a hand at his crotch.  Looking down, he saw Kathy, her jeans around her
ankles, trying to open up his fly.

"Are you crazy!  Get your clothes back on!  What's with you people?"

"Please, just let me suck you dick for a little while."  Kathy pleaded.

"Get away from me!"  Bob repeated as he turned around, backing up and tripping
over his wife's feet.

Burning with desire, Kathy crawled on her hands and knees and followed Bob
into the now very crowded woman's bathroom.

Mary jumped up and turned around when she heard the commotion.  Seeing Sue's
husband frightened her at first, but then she saw he was too busy trying to
keep the owner's wife from opening his pants.  Before Sue could turn and see
what was going on behind her, Mary grabbed the back of her head and shoved her
pussy at Sue's face.  Sue moaned in protest, but began eating and licking her
again.  The twenty year old blonde thought it was so comical to see the Mayor
try to keep his pants on while at the same time his wife was eating her pussy.
Kathy finally got his pants open and was now trying to get them down, but Bob
kept bringing them up.

"What's wrong with everybody?  Have you all gone mad?"  Bob said as he pulled
his pants up once again.

"What's the matter, Bob?"  Mary asked, still holding onto Sue's head as Bob's
wife continued to lick her pussy.

"I know how to get her to stop."  she told him.

"How?"  he asked almost pleading.

Reaching down, Mary lifted up the back of Sue's dress, then spoke to her.

"Come on, honey, pull your panties down."

Sue raised herself up from the floor and did what Mary told her to do, never
letting her tongue slip away from the sweet tasting hole she was munching on.
Pulling the hem of Sue's dress all the way up to her waist, Mary placed a hand
on each cheek of her ass and looked at Bob.

"Well, what are you waiting for?  She can't suck your cock if you're fucking
your wife."

Things were so confusing and surprising to Bob that he never thought of just
grabbing Sue and running out of the place.  His whole thought process was
turned upside down and he couldn't think.  Sue, his ever faithful wife, the
community leader for most of the town's charity functions had her head under
Mary's dress, licking, sucking, and eating her pussy.  And as if this wasn't
bad enough, he had watched her willingly drop her panties and stick her bare
ass up in the air so he could fuck her.  The fact that Kathy was still trying
to get his pants down and suck his cock was of no concern to him anymore.  If
his decent and loving wife was willing to participate in this crazy orgy, then
why should he object?

With all the sexual activity going on, Bob was suddenly torn between letting
Don's wife suck him off while he watched Sue eat out Mary, or fucking Sue
while she ate out Mary.  Either way, Sue wasn't going to stop eating Mary's
pussy.  All he really had to decide was what he wanted. When Kathy pulled his
pants down the next time, Bob didn't stop her, but quickly hopped over to his
wife and slammed his crotch up against her exposed back side.  Before he could
do anything else, Mary wrapped her arms around Bob's neck, giving him a deep
and wet kiss as Sue reached between her legs and searched for her husband's
cock.

Kathy wildly kicked her jeans all the way off, got up from the floor, and
glared at everyone.

"Who needs you guys!"  she spat at them as she left the bathroom.

"Where the hell you going?"  Don asked Kathy as she hurried past him, naked
from the waist down.

"Fuck off, pencil dick!"

After his wife walked through the back door, leaving it open, he rushed over
to it and shout out, "Be careful, dear, it's the rutting season.  That lilly
white ass of yours makes a pretty good target!"

The northern half of Wisconsin heard Kathy's reply.

"That's right, dear!  Even the dumb animals use their cock at least once a
year, which is more than I can say for some people I know!

Jack was beginning to change his mind about this group.  They weren't so bad
after all.  From where he was sitting, he could see everything that was going
on, unlike poor old Don, who was still running back and forth in the kitchen.
Relieved to see that Bob was even in the spirit of things, Jack decided to
join the fun.  He walked out to the dance floor and stopped when he was
standing behind the kneeling and sucking Melisa.

The flaming redhead was truly a sexual marvel.  For her size and appearance,
it was amazing that she could do some of the things she did. Her pussy had
squeezed his cock so hard this morning that he thought she was going to snap
right it off, and she had to be the proverbial woman who could suck a golf
ball through a garden hose.  Everything about her spelled sex.  There was only
one thing he didn't try with her, and he was sure she wouldn't object to doing
it now.  As Jack reached down to open his pants, Janice yelled at him.

"Why don't you come over here.  I'll suck your cock better than she ever
thought of doing it."

Janice was still teasing Simon, her pussy and hands rubbing the enormous shaft
of his cock, but not yet letting him penetrate between the puffy lips of her
gyrating hole.  Jack looked up at Tom for his approval.  After all, it was
only common courtesy with the people he and Mary had been swinging with to get
the consent of both spouses if they were in the same room.  Besides, Tom could
and just might beat the shit out of him if he didn't.

Tom looked over at his wife and asked, "No bullshit, you really wanna suck his
cock?"

"Why can't I?  You're letting that fucking whore suck yours!"

"Calm down, baby!  Go ahead and suck his cock if you want to."

Janice was really pissed at Melisa, and thought she was the most spoiled brat
she had ever run across.  After years of baby sitting, she knew how to deal
with someone like this.  All she had to do was take away anything they wanted,
until they learned how to behave.  And Janice was going to teach Melisa that
lesson.  If Simon's wife wanted sex, Janice was willing to fuck and suck
everybody there just so she couldn't, even if it meant doing all of them at
the same time.  If Melisa wanted dick, Janice was going to make sure that the
only kind she got was a limp and drained one.

Tom watched as Jack got undressed and then stepped up in front of his wife.
Simon's cock had been hard for what seemed like hours already, but she hadn't
put it in her pussy yet.  Even though his dick was larger than anyone's there,
Janice couldn't be afraid of it since they went together in high school, so
what was Janice waiting for?

Melisa suddenly let Tom's cock pop out of her mouth and sprang up from the
floor.  She then slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders,
and let the whole thing slide down her body.  Once it was around her ankles,
she kicked it out of the way, piled her hair on top of her head, and did a
slow sensual turn.  This caught everyone's eye, even Janice's.  To the steady
beat of the music, Melisa then leisurely took her lace panties off and kicked
them in the air, somehow aiming for and making them land on Tom's extended
prick.  Next, she turned her back to Janice's husband and bent over from the
waist.  Slowly running both her hands up the back of her nylons until they
reached her small rear end, she spread her cheeks open.  Rotating her hips,
Melisa looked up from between her legs at Tom and asked, "You want to fuck me
in the ass?"

As if hypnotized, Tom staggered toward the tiny redhead with the small bottom
she was inviting him to fuck.  It didn't look like one of his fingers could
fit inside her tight hole, let alone his cock, but he sure as hell was going
to give it a try.  Slowly stumbling forward with his pants down, he watched
Melisa spread her ass cheeks open wider for him. Placing his hands on her
hips, Tom brought her back to him.  His dick was way too far above her back
side, and with his pants at his feet there was no possibility of getting his
cock at the right angle in this position.  He called Jack over to give him a
hand with her while he took his pants off.  The two of them lifted the petite
redhead up and placed her on the nearest table on her hands and knees.

Officer Richard Todd was on patrol, driving through the dark woods and
occasionally stopping to check on the cabins not occupied by their city
owners.  Things were pretty quiet, but then they always were.

"Rich, this is base, come in."  the radio speaker blared.

"What is it, Joan?"  he said into the mike.

"Are you anywhere near Don's Tavern?"

"Why?  Does another drunk need a ride home?  This ain't no taxi you know.
It's a patrol car and I'm a police officer."

"Don't worry big shot, nobody's going to puke in your car.  I just got a call
about someone running around in the woods near Don's, that's all."

"So?"

"So they're naked as they day they were born.  Hustle on over there before I
put you on report."

"I was only kidding."  Rich said.

"By the way, the caller said the lunatic is female!  Base out."

Rich put the mike back and punched the accelerator.  Since it was some lady
running around naked and not a guy, he didn't put his emergency lights on,
hoping he'd be able to catch whoever she was, instead of scaring her off when
he got there.

Kathy had retrieved the dildo Jack gave her from its secret hiding place.
After taking the rest of her clothes off, she walked back outside, the
double-headed fake cock swinging at her side like a billy- club.  Standing
butt naked in the shadows, she poked her head around the front corner of the
tavern she and her husband owned and peeked in the window.

Big Tom Jackson's wife was on her knees on the dance floor now, not the tiny
redhead.  The lovely looking brunette was sucking a cock, but it wasn't her
husband's.  The man was as tall as Tom, but it wasn't Tom. Kathy then noticed
that people were behind Janice.  It was Bob and the young blonde she was so
jealous of.  They were fucking each other silly. Kathy then looked around and
finally spotted Jack.  He and Tom were really giving it to the redhead.  She
was kneeling on one of the table- top video games, getting fucked from behind
by Tom and sucking on Jack's cock.

The sight of all those people fucking and sucking each other got her juices
flowing again.  Leaning against the wall outside, Kathy spread her legs apart
and placed one end of her dildo up to her pussy.  With both hands, she slowly
pushed the head inside her aching and very lubricated hole.  When she had
about nine inches of it inside her, she remained still.  Thoughts of all those
hard and ready to fuck cocks made her tremble with a deeper desire.  She
wanted to just walk inside and grab the first one within reach.  Jack, Tom,
Bob, or the other guy, she didn't care which one it was.  Sure the dildo did
its job and allowed her to enjoy orgasm after orgasm, but it wasn't the same
as having a throbbing live prick spray its hot liquid inside her clenching and
willing box. Nothing could replace that.  Even though it was pure torture for
her, she had to have another look at what was going on.

Tom's wife was now straddling the guy she was sucking only moments ago.  She
heard the loud sigh as Janice lowered herself down and took his cock into her
pussy.  Kathy, not caring if any of them saw her now, stood in front of the
window and began fucking the dildo.  She hoped one of them might see her and
invite her in to join their party.

"I'm gonna come!"  Jack grunted, thrusting his hips and driving his entire
cock down Melisa's throat.

"Me too!"  Tom shouted as he pounded her from behind.

Melisa was about to have her own orgasm and didn't want the men to stop.
Suddenly, she felt the cock in her mouth jerk and explode, firing its cum.
She somehow managed to swallow the first blast and the second and the third
one, but didn't swallow after that.  She let the man fill her mouth with his
gooey sperm until she couldn't hold any more.  Melisa then parted her lips and
let his cum run out, spilling down his still hard dick.  When the creamy fluid
was dripping and hanging from his balls, she swallowed what was in her mouth
and then began to lick at the rest of the cum on his groin.

She then felt the cock in her pussy expand just before it came.  Melisa
clenched her cunt muscles around the thick and bursting cock, and pushed
herself back at the man behind her.  The guy was coming in buckets, and she
could feel his load beginning to ooze out of her and slide down the inside of
her thighs.  Even though they had both finished coming, their stiff dicks kept
banging away at her mouth and pussy.

Melisa had long since forgotten how this all got started, and didn't even
care.  The only thing she was concerned about was reaching her own climax and
enjoying both of them.  As their dicks continued to plunge in and out of her
mouth and pussy, Melisa thought of the last time she had two cocks at once.
It was the day before she met Simon.

Janice forgot how massive Simon's dick was, until the head of his cock bumped
up against her cervix.  She then remembered that there was still four inches
to go.  The pain of getting the rest of him inside her would only last a few
moments, then the wonderful feeling of having her pussy so stretched and
filled would overpower her.  Tom's dick was large, but it couldn't ever
compare to Simon's.  While she slowly raised herself up, Janice could feel
every pulsing vein in his dick as it withdrew.  She was lubricating up a
storm, but his cock was so big that it still made her feel like she was as dry
as a bone.  When she dropped back down to get more of his prick inside her
pussy, Janice couldn't help herself and started coming like crazy.  One
stroke!  That's all it took was one stroke from Simon's prick before she was
reduced to a writhing, babbling woman. Stars burst in front of her tightly
closed eyelids as she convulsed wildly above her former lover.  Shaking and
trembling all over, Janice could do nothing but let the sensation of the
orgasm she was having pass.  It totally dominated her body and mind, and
seemed as though it would never stop.  Every muscle in her body felt like they
were tied up in knots, every nerve ending seemed to be exploding, and every
part of her flesh was sensitive to the touched.


It was Tom's turn to be jealous now.  Janice was having one of the most
intense climaxes he had ever seen her have, and it was with Simon.  He pulled
his dick out of Melisa's pussy and was about to walk over to her when Jack
reached out to stop him.

"What's fair is fair.  You fucked his wife, so now he's fucking yours.
Besides, it's not like they never did it before."

"Yeah, I know.  But she doesn't have to enjoy it so much!"

"You don't think his wife enjoyed what we did?"

Looking down at the still sucking Melisa, Tom said, "She's a hot piece of ass,
isn't she?"

"You better believe it!  Mary's pretty good at giving head, but she doesn't
hold a candle to this one."  Jack replied as he shoved his dick into Melisa's
throat once again.

"Well, since you've had all three and I haven't, I wouldn't know."

"If you want to give Mary a try, go ahead and ask her."

"I got a better idea."  Tom said, an evil grin spreading across his face.

He picked Melisa up, and dragged the protesting woman over to where Janice and
Simon were.

"I wasn't done!  I didn't come yet!"  Melisa cried as she was carried away
from the dick she was sucking.

Tom paid no attention to her as he carefully placed Melisa in position until
she was standing directly over her husband's head, and then called out to his
friend.

"Come on over, Jack, she still wants some more cock."

When Jack was in front of her, Melisa dropped to her knees, unaware that her
pussy was now right above Simon's face.  Satisfied that his plan was working,
Tom got behind Melisa so that he was facing his wife. Janice was grinding her
pussy on Simon's crotch, his dick now fully buried deep inside her.  She was
going threw her third orgasm, constantly moaning and pinching both of her
nipples real hard.  Tom laced his fingers together behind his wife's head then
shoved his dick into her mouth.  Janice groaned at first, but then immediately
began sucking him.

The musky odor of sex saturated his nostrils when Simon inhaled.  He finally
opened his eyes when Janice's movements slowed down while she concentrated on
sucking her husband.  The sight of the swollen and red lips of a pussy only
inches above his nose was surprising.  Simon didn't know who's it was, but he
could tell it had been fucked.  The sloppy remains of somebody's cum was
inside and starting to drip out.  The thought of another man's sperm hitting
him in the face was revolting, but the idea that it was dripping from a
freshly fucked cunt didn't make it seem so bad.  Was it Bob's wife Susan
kneeling above him?  Was it the cute blonde?  After finally recognizing the
red pubic hairs, it suddenly dawned on Simon that it was Melisa, his own wife!
He reached up to push her away in disgust, but when his hands touched her ass,
Melisa lowered herself down and began smearing her pussy all over his face.

The harder Simon tried to shake his head loose from her gripping thighs, the
harder Melisa would bump and grind her pussy against his mouth.  She had no
idea it was Simon under her, only that there was a pair of lips and a tongue
on her still very aroused slit.  The loud moans and groans coming from between
her legs made her clit tingle all the more as the sound waves vibrated through
her pussy.  Whoever was down there was eating her out better than she had been
eaten out in a long time.

Simon finally gave up fighting his wife when Janice started to fuck him again.
He didn't know why she had stopped, but it didn't matter now. The warm and
silky feeling of her pussy sliding up and down his pole wiped out all other
thoughts. Janice always did tease him before getting down to business, and
this time was no exception.  She still remembered to tighten up as his dick
slipped in, and to loosen her clench when he withdrew.  Unlike Melisa, Janice
loved being fucked real slow, with steady long strokes instead of hard and
fast jabs.  Simon had to admit though that Melisa had more stamina and wanted
to fuck more often.  His wife would fuck all night long if he'd keep it up,
where as his former girlfriend couldn't fuck after an hour or so.

Simon suddenly thought about what he was mulling over in his brain. Melisa
could fuck forever, Janice couldn't.  Melisa liked being fucked fast and hard,
Janice liked it slow and easy.  Janice could go days, sometimes a week, before
ever wanting to get laid, but Melisa always seemed to want his cock.  This
revelation put a new light on what he saw Melisa doing this morning and last
night, but his thoughts were interrupted when Janice pulled her pussy
completely off of his cock.  His wife also raised her pussy from his face.
Simon now found himself alone on the floor, his dick standing straight up like
a lonely lighthouse by the sea.

On his right and near his feet, Simon saw Bob's wife was on her hands and
knees over the stretched out blonde nobody bothered to introduce him to.  Sue
was eating the young girl's pussy while Bob was busy fucking it. Behind Sue
was Don, his dick plunging in and out of Sue at a furious pace while the
blonde stuck her tongue out and raised her head, licking at both of their
genitals.  Over on his left side, Janice was getting down on her hands and
knees, as was her husband.  She crawled over to Simon and just as her lips
parted to suck on the head of his dick, Tom shoved his cock into her from
behind.

Melisa suddenly reappeared out of nowhere, her face contorted with a look of
agony.  Biting her lower lip, Simon heard her groan a couple of times, then
shriek as she was pushed forward.  Her mouth opened up wide and a soft,
hesitating sigh came from her throat.  They both looked at each other at the
same time.  Just as their lips met for a kiss, the front door crashed open.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"  came the booming voice of young officer
Richard Todd, his hand tightly wrapped around the arm of a naked, and dildo
filled Kathy.  Rich was shocked to recognize all of the people when they
turned their heads to look up at him.

The hot looking redhead he just met the other day was being fucked in the ass
by one of the drivers from the mill.  So, that meant that the blonde, who's
face he couldn't see, had to be his show off wife Mary.  He wasn't too
surprised to see Janice sucking Simon's cock, since he knew remembered them
from school, but he was amazed that her usually hot tempered husband was
fucking her while she did it.  Patrolman Todd was about to ask the new Mayor a
question when Kathy freed herself from his grip.

Rich didn't bother trying to get a hold of her again, so she quickly knelt
down in front of him and started undoing his pants.  When Kathy did this, the
rest of the group went back to what they were doing before he burst in on
them.  Janice parted her lips and slid her mouth down Simon's cock as Tom
resumed fucking her from behind.  Bob and Don picked up their pace and
continued fucking Sue and Mary as they ate each other out.  The redhead and
her husband were kissing again while the man behind her pounded his dick into
her small ass.

Finally, Kathy got what she was looking for, a hard REAL dick.  Quickly
pulling the dildo out of her pussy, she got the still stunned new arrival to
lay down on the floor.  Just as the head of his cock slipped in between the
wet lips of her quivering cunt, he grabbed her by the hips and swiftly drove
his dick up and into her.  Kathy screamed at the top of her lungs how good it
felt to fuck a real cock, and several of the others moaned or groaned out
their own satisfaction and agreement.

The events that took place at Don's Tavern were repeated again, but never
talked about.  Former Patrolman Todd, now Desk Sergeant Todd, filed a report
that only stated there was a call about a prowler at the tavern, and that
after investigating, he found nothing.  The newly elected Mayor, Bob, and the
newly appointed Chief of Police, Simon, saw no reason to change the details he
had written down since the caller never came forward and nobody ever asked
about the incident.

Melisa and Simon had a serious talk about their marriage and past experiences
during a break in the orgy.  Melisa told him she needed sex more often than he
did.  Simon admitted he had been neglecting her, but reassured Melisa that it
wasn't because he didn't love her.  They both agreed that she could have sex
with other guys, but it had to be limited to Bob, Tom, Jack, Don, or Rich.
For now, Melisa saw no problem with this.  Everyone else also agreed to get
together once in a while for a party at one of their homes.

Janice was the only person who didn't go along with them.  She not only didn't
agree to their orgies, she divorced Tom within a month.  He didn't really love
her, and she knew it.  Simon didn't love her either, and she finally realized
it.  This wasn't the dark ages and there was no reason for her to stay and
suffer in a private little Hell.  Janice decided that her former husband and
her former boyfriend weren't ever going to take her for granted or use her
again, so she simply moved away after the divorce.  The rest of the group made
a mental note of this, especially Jack and Melisa.  They realized what Janice
did.  Life didn't always work out they way you want it to and love doesn't
conquer all.

Joan, Rich's new bride, took Janice's place within the group of secret
swingers when they got married.  Simon suspected she would.  After officially
taking his post, he checked the logs and discovered that Joan was suppose to
have the night off when she dispatched Rich to Don's Tavern.  Ge also learned
that the phone company had no record of a call being made to the station at
the time she said it came through.  What was Joan up to?  Did she only enjoy
sex as much as his wife Melisa did, or was she after something else?