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Chapter 1
"Aaahhhhhh ... that was really nice," Owen Temple said as he pulled his
naked body up off his wife, Rita. "There's nothing like a good fucking
to start the day out right."
Beneath him, feeling his semen flowing out of her still passion hushed
vaginal lips, Rita bit on her lower lip to hold back the tears she
could feel welling up. Once again, Owen had failed to bring her to
orgasm, something that was becoming more and more the norm rather than
the exception.
The lovely blonde woman lifted her head and watched her husband dress,
wanting to say something, but failing to find the words. If there was
anything Owen prided himself on, it was his masculinity, and Rita could
sense that no matter what she said, he would take it the wrong way. His
hard-muscled body rippled with the regular work-outs he did, and his
close cropped red hair made him look something like a male god from
ancient Greece. That had been what attracted Rita, as well as a
thousand other girls, to Owen ... that and the fact that he was the
starring Quarterback for the University of Buffalo football team. He
had virtually single handedly led the college to a State championship
with his brilliant playing, and he was both skillful and friendly. If
there was anyone who had no enemies in the world, it would be Owen.
Rita, a cheerleader in college, had fallen under the spell of the
strong man, and even though she herself had made the first move toward
him, her role as aggressor had soon been over shadowed by Owen's
ability to take charge when the situation called for a strong person.
That had been early in their senior year, and by the time of their
graduation, there was no doubt that they would be getting married. Rita
knew she was the envy of every girl she knew. Even though she had been
a virgin when she married him, Owen had taken several of her friends to
bed with him, and all of them told the lovely petite blonde that she
was getting one hunk of man.
During the summer after their marriage, Rita had found that to be true.
There wasn't anything Owen hadn't done, and little else that he
wouldn't do. During their honeymoon on the west coast, the two had
hardly come out of their bedroom. The incredible pleasure Owen had
brought her when he first thrust his thick, long cock up into her cunt,
tearing her hymen forever and filling her anxiously waiting vagina with
the massiveness of his penis had been so total that Rita didn't want to
waste one moment. She could remember that night, and the other nights
that had followed. And the days as well. Everything seemed to blend
into one continuous orgasm. Owen's huge, free-swinging balls seemed to
have no end of the sperm she wanted so desperately, and he was more
than willing to fill her belly to the brim each and every time she
wanted him to. During that time, Rita and Owen had acted as though they
were trying to wear each other out, and any objective observer would
have had to call it a draw. The lovely blonde woman was certain that
she had found her whole life's existence fulfilled.
But she had been wrong.
The honeymoon ended, and they returned to the East Coast, taking a
newly built home in Amherst, so Owen could be close to his office in
Buffalo. An insurance firm there had snatched Owen up as soon as
possible, offering him as much money as any executive. Before, Rita had
been living pretty much hand to mouth, hut now, she was able to have
all those things she had merely dreamed about ... things she would
never have if she hadn't married Owen. But even though she was
financially well off, Rita noticed that there was a change in Owen.
Though he could have easily made it as a professional football player,
Owen had chosen a slightly less exciting, though more stable means of
employment. Rita would have been happy with him no matter what he did,
so she really didn't mind as long as she had him with her when she
needed and wanted him.
Owen, however, couldn't seem to make the transition from college to the
real world, and being away from the football field made him act like a
fish out of water. During the first week at his new job, he would come
home so tired and worn out that all he wanted was a drink before he
went to bed. If her first couple of weeks after her marriage was sheer
heaven, the week after the honeymoon was sheer hell. Rita had come to
depend on Owen's penis to bring her happiness, but for a while he had
been just too tired to do anything but turn away from her in their
huge, king-sized bed and drop off to sleep, leaving Rita to fend for
herself. Even though she was as naked as he was, she couldn't do
anything to relieve the tingling that would come to her empty loins as
she occasionally brushed against the hard-muscled body of her nakedly
sleeping husband. Once she had thought of fingering her vagina with him
sleeping next to her, but she had put that out of her mind with the
thought that her moaning would wake him and cause her no end of
embarrassment.
Finally, after a week of living like that, Rita put her foot down. She
hadn't married Owen so she could watch him sleep. She had married him
because she believed that he could give her what she wanted. She knew
he was more than able, since the memories of her honeymoon refused to
leave her mind.
Owen had been completely apologetic, and they started the third week of
their marriage as they had begun their honeymoon. Owen's hands would
run lightly over the swelling mounds of her apple-hard breasts,
pinching and squeezing her nipples until she thought she would die
right then and there from pleasure. Her vagina would respond with a
river of lubrication, making it possible for Owen's huge, throbbingly
erect penis to slide into her anti fill her to the brim. She delighted
in the hard pumping of his hips against hers, and she gripped his
asscheeks with her hands as she felt her orgasm approaching with the
force she had known earlier.
And then ...
And then Owen had cum. Her husband had cum, flooding her quaking belly
with the seething torrent of his sperm before she had achieved her own
release, and even as she drove her hips hard up against his, she could
feel the thickness of his cock starting to wane. Finally it slipped out
of her aching cunt all together, leaving her unfulfilled and more than
a little angry. Still, she believed that it was just from his being
tired and out of practice, so she said nothing.
The next night had been better. She had cum, at least, though Owen had
seemed so detached that her orgasm had been a mild one.
There began, at that point, an on-again, off-again sex life. Sometimes
Owen would bring her over the top, and sometimes he wouldn't, and most
of the times he did would leave Rita unhappy. Owen seemed to think that
nothing was wrong, however. Every time he flooded her cunt with creamy,
thick sperm, he assumed that she had orgasmed to her satisfaction, and
he was so childishly innocent in his happiness that Rita didn't want to
say anything about it.
Now, nearly six months after they married, Rita had almost come to
expect that Owen would bring her so close that she could taste her
orgasm, and would then fail to hold himself back long enough for her to
achieve it.
"Something wrong, honey?" he asked when he had finished dressing. "You
seem a little withdrawn this morning."
"No ... nothing's wrong," Rita answered, hating herself for lying to
him. If she were any kind of a wife at all, she would come right out
and tell him that he had tailed to satisfy her ... and had been tailing
to satisfy her ever since they came back from their honeymoon. "Are you
going to be back in time for dinner?"
"I can't say," Owen said as he looked around for his heavy overcoat.
"Some of the kids on the team could use a little help, and I want to
make sure that they get all they need."
When it had been learned that Owen was, not only a good football
player, but a good hockey player as well, the local high school had
asked him to coach their hockey team. Owen had jumped at the chance,
and now his Saturdays were spent in the school rink, helping the kids.
"What are you going to do today?" Owen asked as he got ready to leave
for the day.
"I don't know," she said in a tired voice. "Maybe I'll just walk around
some."
"Good work out," Owen told her. "The air is nice and crisp this
morning. Looks like we had some snow last night."
Rita nodded, silently wishing that he would just leave so she could be
alone with her thoughts. She felt a mixture of anger and frustration as
she watched him go out the door to spend his time with the kids. Damn,
she thought. If he used half the energy she shows them on me,
everything would be all right.
Finally hearing their front door close, Rita fell backwards on her bed,
her nakedness only serving to remind her that, as wonderful a man as
her husband was, he was still failing her in that most important part
of a marriage, and she didn't know how to tell him without sounding
like a nagging wife. She recalled his words a little while ago, when he
had pulled his body off hers.
There s nothing like a good fucking to start the day off right.
She agreed whole heartedly with that idea, but of late, she had had
anything but a good fucking. Even though she didn't like to use words
like fuck, she couldn't get them out of her mind now. She looked down
at her nakedness and smiled at what she saw. There had never been any
doubt in her mind that she was a lovely woman. Like all the other
cheerleaders, the constant practice and jumping around had kept her
trim and firm, while adding a healthy glow to the cream whiteness of
her soft, smooth flesh. For a short while, as she allowed her eyes to
run down the plane of her exposed flat belly, she forgot that Owen was
failing to satisfy her. Something her mother had told her long ago
about keeping a man happy with good looks came back to her. Even as a
young child she had been very pretty, and she believed everything her
mother told her. Early in her life she had been determined that she
would do everything she could to keep her looks ... and therefore keep
Owen.
"Oh God," she said out loud. Then she turned her head this way and
that, as though her plea might have been heard by someone. Just the
mere thought of her husband brought back the sensation of being
unfulfilled. She had to admit to herself that there were good times
possible. She still dwelt on the memory of her honeymoon as proof that
Owen was capable of making her totally happy. She remembered those two
weeks now with a special fondness ... remembered them as a time when
her pussy had been so filled, so aroused, so tingly. She could almost
picture Owen in her mind as he had been then, her mind projecting the
hotly arousing image of her new husband, as naked as she, kneeling
between her wide-spread legs as his excitedly throbbing penis rubbed
against her wetly quivering vagina ...
Rita moaned out loud again and closed her eyes, troubled by the fact
that her memories might be nothing more ... only fading promises of a
sexual life that could very well be over for her. Then she let the
pleasant images seep back into her thoughts, as though she really had a
choice.
In her mind once again, Owen was lifting her aching loins as his
buttocks flexed and his rigidly hard cock slid up and down the heated
pulsating cleft of her young cunt. She remembered the wonderful way it
felt as she reached down and touched the hot scruffy flesh of his
penis, sliding the loose skin of his long, thick shaft back and forth
in her tightly grasping fingers, making him moan with his delight to
the overpowering sensations she was bringing him.
"Damn!" she said out loud. "Why am I thinking about that? Dwelling on
the past isn't going to solve anything."
Hearing her own voice did nothing to her, though, and she continued to
lie in the crumpled sheets, her stomach churning with a series of
fluttery sensations as the exciting images flickered through her mind.
Owen was on top of her in her mind, his breath and tongue hot in her
ear, his rock-hard cock lust inside the warm trembling lips of her
heatedly moistened vaginal mouth. She was straining up to meet his
thrusts, the muscles of her inner thighs and buttocks hardening as she
gratefully worked more and more of his lust-swollen penis inside her
voracious cunt, her womb eagerly dilating so she could take his great,
long wonderful length all the way.
A tender aching was beginning in the heated depths of her pulsing
vagina as Rita could almost feel Owen's penetration once more. The ache
was added to by the tingling that had been there all morning, when Owen
had flooded her pussy with his sperm and left her unsatisfied. Without
thinking, she raised her hand and touched her swollen breasts, rubbing
her still hardened nipples with her thumb and delighting in their
rigidity. Her moving fingers intensified the throbbing in her loins and
the hot moistness that was drenching her excitedly puckering pussy
lips.
"Take all my cock, Rita," the young blonde woman heard the memory of
her husband's voice demand. She closed her eyes and could almost feel
his body fall heavily on top of her, pressing her full breasts flat as
his hotly throbbing penis flicked up through her anxious vaginal sluce.
"Yessssss ..." she cried out in her dream ... a spasm of frustration
sweeping over her.
She opened her eyes, totally disappointed that she was not getting the
real thing ... that this was all a sham brought on her by Owen's
failure to make her feel like a total woman.
She closed her eyes again, knowing that she was as aroused as she had
ever been. There was nothing she could do, she knew, that would ease
her arousal save to finger herself. She bit on her lower lip, feeling
that there had to be something else she could do ... something that
would not be such a reminder that her marriage wasn't working out as
she thought it should.
But she knew that she had to do something to relieve the ache in her
loins. She hadn't masturbated since the day of her marriage, even
though she had been sexually frustrated for so long. She believed that
if she did finger her own vagina, it would be an admission to failure,
and she wanted to cling to the hope, no matter how faint that hope,
that something could he worked out.
It was useless this time, though. Silently, she continued to caress her
breasts, unable to control the hungry fire which was burning her flesh.
She slowly gave in to her physical urgency, her not need growing like a
cancer in her heaving loins and belly. Again the wave of remembered
embraces with Owen came back to her, stronger than ever ...
They were in their bed on their honeymoon, her glistening cunt tightly
clenched around his lunging cock, like plum-colored lips around a thick
candy cane. The bed was shaking with their passionate embracing, their
ever-increasing fucking causing the head board to bang up against the
wall as they rode the spiral to their orgasms ...
In her bedroom, Rita's hand increased its frantic caressing of her
rapidly rising and falling breast, while her other hand dropped to
between her now wide-splayed thighs and gently fingered her moistly
quivering vaginal lips until she was nearly overwhelmed with the wildly
erotic sensations. Her slippery middle finger came into heated wet
contact with the trembling hardness of her erect clitoris, and she
gasped in total abandonment as she thrashed nakedly on the bed now with
the shameless desires that were ruling her body. Faster and f aster her
hand rubbed her hotly seething vagina, her mind a torrent of Owen's
body, his arms, his mouth, his penis. Nothing mattered now. Nothing
existed to her save her husband and herself as they surged in her
imagination toward release ...
Both her hands were running over her body as though they were out of
control, her finger tips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming
to rest again and again in the golden vee of her cuntal down. Again
Rita groaned as she let her quivering thighs fall apart, exposing the
blood-flushed cleft of her seething pussy to the air of the room. Her
fingers crawled to the half parted lips of her vagina and spread them
slowly until the glistening furrow was totally open, and then her
middle finger drove into the wetly pulsating mouth in earnest, stroking
her clitoris mindlessly now.
It was not enough. She had become accustomed to the thickness of Owen's
huge penis, and her middle finger was just not enough to match that
sensation. Rapidly, she inserted another finger into her needing pussy
... and then a third. The three digits disappeared and reappeared in a
softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred from her lust-
tightened lips.
The sounds of her own moanings, and the sensations caused by her
writhings and probings increased the heated flow in her pussy. Her
breathing became more ragged, and Rita was swept away with a possession
of lustful delight which she had not had for so long. Her eyes and
teeth were tightly clenched as she squirmed beneath her driving fingers
in uncontrolled passion. The rapid rhythm drove animal grunts of long
unfelt pleasure from deep in her throat as her madly working fingers
sank into her pulsating pussy, making sucking sounds as she frantically
slid them in and out. Her face was red as she strained for her long
awaited climax, and she panted in frustration as her hands whipped
harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, staring blankly into the room as she felt
the first twinges of her orgasm sweeping over her ... an orgasm that
had been held up inside her for months. Her eyes grew glassy and
threatened to pop from her head. She felt her muscles tighten
reflexively, and she groaned again as she arched her ravenous young
cunt even harder up to her fingers. Her breath went out of her as she
felt a convulsive shudder break in rippling waves across the lust-
filled surface of her excitedly flushed belly.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ...!!!" came her wail as Rita arched back and
imagined it was Owen bringing on the orgasm. She felt a sudden surging
release and felt the translucent fluids wetting her hand and fingers.
As her climax began to ebb, Rita's firm, wearily quivering buttocks and
wetly burning pussy subsided. She lay still, her chest heaving with the
charge of her release and her eyes tightly shut. Sanity slowly returned
to her mind, erasing the wonderful image she had managed to hold of
Owen making love to her. And in its place came frustration and anger.
Once again she felt tears well in her eyes. To think that she had to
settle for something like her fingers when the man who could give her
what she really wanted was out somewhere playing with a bunch of kids.
She was not ashamed at what she had done. She was seething with anger
now ... anger that grew and grew with each passing moment. Something
was going to have to be done ... and soon. She hadn't married a man
like Owen to rely on herself to bring her the sexual happiness she
wanted. If she had wanted to use her own fingers, she would have stayed
single.
She didn't know what to think. She didn't mind sharing Owen with the
kids. She didn't mind that every now and then, after he would half-fuck
her, he would go out to the gym and work out. What angered her was the
unconcern Owen seemed to feel for her. How could he be so simple minded
as to fail to see that she was unsatisfied? Damn him anyway!
She continued to lay on the bed for a long while, hating and loving her
husband at the same time. He had been so wonderful once, and she knew
that he could be wonderful again. All he had to do was ...
And then Rita could see the problem! Of course. It was so simple. Each
and every time Owen fucked her, she would tell him that she was very
happy and had enjoyed it. How was he supposed to know that he was
failing to bring her over the top if she continued to lie to him? If he
didn't know that there was a problem, he couldn't do anything about it.
As long as he thought everything was fine, he would continue to do what
he was doing.
If there was any fault to be placed, it had to be placed with her for
letting the situation last as long as it had. She should have nipped
the problem in the bud. If she had, everything might have been solved
by now.
That settled it! Rita pulled herself from her bed and began dressing.
Things had gotten out of hand. When he had to resort to her fingers to
bring her the happiness she deserved, things were way too tar out of
hand. She loved Owen, and she was certain that he loved her. Love means
trust and understanding. It was not only her right, it was her duty to
tell Owen that something was wrong, even if it hurt him in the
beginning. Rita knew one thing ... if things continued along the same
lines for very long, she would blow up with her frustration. That could
very well destroy her marriage, and she didn't want that.
Chapter 2
"I wish your sister would run her own fucking errands," Bob Reed told
his wife, Tina, as she dressed to go out. "I mean, Christ, love, she
wanted the kid. She should take care of him."
"You just want me here so you can fuck me again, don't you?" Tina
smiled as she slipped into her overcoat. It was white, pure white mink,
and her ebony shoulder-length hair contrasted with it as sharply as
night contrasts with day.
"Well of course," Bob smiled back at her. He wasn't really angry,
though the thought of having his wife away from him on an afternoon
like this for even an hour or so made him feel a little alone. Shit,
what else was there to do on a cold Saturday in Amherst but fuck his
wife?
"I'm sorry," she said, using a tone of voice that let him know she
really wasn't sorry. "Abby had a million things to do today, and I
promised that I would pick Larry up and deliver him to her house."
Abby was Tina's older sister, and while the two women had not been all
that close, there were still family ties. Besides, Larry wasn't the
only reason she wanted to go to the school ice-rink.
"Uh huh ... and I'll bet you really jumped at the chance to get a
closer look at that coach," Bob said, tongue in cheek.
"Owen Temple? You mean that strong, handsome red-head who's been
keeping himself pretty much secluded with his lovely wife? Why ... I
hardly even notice him."
Bob went into a coughing fit, so hard was his laughter.
"That's right, love," he said after he was able to catch his breath.
"And I haven't seen Rita, that lovely little blue-eyed blonde with the
firm hard breasts."
Tina kissed Bob lightly and smiled. "I don't understand them," she said
as she began buttoning her coat. "He's never home, and she's never with
him."
"That's something to think about," Bob mused. "Maybe I should pay a
little visit to them."
"They would certainly make a good addition to the club," Tina agreed.
"Some of the members have been asking me why we haven't brought them to
the meetings, since we live just two houses down from them."
"And what did you say?"
"I told them the truth. I told them we just haven't talked to them all
that much."
"You know something?" Bob said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's high time that
we changed that. Maybe we should really get down to it and bring them
out."
"Uuuuummmm ..." Tina said as she ran her pink little tongue across her
full, lush lips. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Suppose you tell me what you have in mind."
"Getting them separated is not much of a problem," Tina told him. "He
goes out, she stays home. You work on her, I'll work on him."
"Sure ... that's simple for me, but who knows where he goes half the
time? How would you like to go chasing all over the town following
him?" .
"No one said that the good things in life are easy to come by," Tina
said, wincing at the thought of chasing after Owen. "Still, it could be
worth it. Just watching him walk around makes my cunt tingle."
"And thinking about Rita's tight little cunt really set my cock off,"
Bob said. "Hey, don't get me wrong. We can work something out that will
make it a little easier for you."
"That's what I love about you," she said as she pulled away from him
and looked through her purse for her car keys. "You're so considerate.
But I think I would like the thrill of the chase. It would make me feel
like a little school girl again."
"Wench," Bob smiled.
"Lover," Tina said. "Suppose I give things a little feel this afternoon
while I'm at the rink. Maybe we can come up with something after I've
had a chance to talk to him."
"Whatever you say, love," Bob shrugged. "And to give you as much time
as you want, I'll stay home while you're away. No ... no," he told her,
exaggerating his motions. "I'm willing to wait a couple of days more
before I get into Rita's pussy. You have a word or two with Owen and
we'll put our heads together when you get back. We have a week before
the meeting, and a lot can happen in a week, now that we've decided
that we're going to take some action."
Tina gave a little chuckle and opened the door, letting in a cold blast
of air.
"That's what I like about you," she said, standing in the open doorway.
"You're willing to make a sacrifice to see to it that I'm happy."
"Close the fucking door, will ya? Heat doesn't grow on trees."
Tina blew him a kiss and pulled the door after her. Getting into her
car, she found that already she was formulating a plan of sorts. She
had been pretty busy with the other members of the swap club, and she
hadn't had much of a chance to really think deeply about Owen Temple.
Even so, he had been in the back of her mind ever since she had watched
him move into the neighborhood during the summer. She was impressed
when she learned that he was a football hero. She really didn't follow
sports that much, but that little bit of knowledge made her want him
all the more. And Bob, she knew, was hot and ready for Rita's pussy. It
was strange that things had taken so long to develop, but they had, and
now was the time to see to it that something happened. Now that she and
her husband had agreed that something had to be done, there would be no
turning back. Should this opportunity slip away, Tina knew they would
never get around to getting the couple in the club.
She moved her car along the ice-slicked roads with ease, heading for
the school where her nephew was practicing with Owen. Having to use an
excuse like a kid to get to meet Owen made Tina feel like she was in
high school again, where she used to "accidentally" bump into boys she
was attracted to. Most of them had been too shy to make the first move,
but Tina was anything but shy. She had learned, though, that some
people had to be handled with a certain degree of delicacy, so as not
to scare them away. Even a good looking fucker like Owen must have his
weak points. If he didn't, he and Rita would have more people than they
do for visits.
Come to think of it, the lovely voluptuous dark-haired woman thought as
she pulled into a parking spot in the school's lot, they don't have
anyone over to visit. It's almost as though the two of them live in a
world all their own. Wellllll ... that's interesting.
The early setting sun and ensuing darkness made the air around the new
school bitter cold, and Tina hurried inside, taking great care that she
did not slip and fall on the ice. As soon as she was inside, she took
off her coat, revealing her casual dress. Knowing that she would not be
spending too much time away from the warmth of buildings or her car,
she hadn't bothered to dress warmly. Though slightly older than Rita,
Tina carried herself as though she were still in college, and dressed
pretty much the way she had when she had been attending school. Tight
jeans, a light casual blouse and simple shoes. Her rich, luxurious
hair, cleanly parted in the center of her head, fell softly to her
shoulders and framed her head, bouncing lightly as she walked through
the building. As she passed several reflective windows, she
automatically glanced at herself, and was pleased with what she saw.
She took good care of her body, and her looks had not in the slightest
left her. Even as she walked quickly through the empty halls, she could
see in the profile of her reflections, the generous swelling of her
breasts behind her cotton blouse. Even though her globes were large,
they were firm and hard, and had never needed the support of a bra.
They, like her hair, bobbed sensually as she sauntered through the
halls, and the rubbing of her nipples on the light cloth brought about
a sense of arousal. Good, she thought to herself. Feeling like this
will make me just a little more brazen than normal. We'll check this
Owen guy out real good. She could feel her pussy starting to secrete
fluids of desire as she found the doors to the indoor ice rink, and she
moved her mink coat in such a way so as to hide any stain that might
show through her jeans around her vaginal area. She wanted to be a
little brazen, but not totally wanton! She wanted Owen to think of her
as just another woman. That way he would act more naturally, and she
could get a better feel about him.
The echoing sounds of shouting and laughter filled the rink area, and
she searched through the huge room, looking first for her nephew, and,
finding him, looked for Owen.
She found him when he blew his whistle loudly.
"All right," he boomed, his voice bouncing off the walls. "I think
we've had enough for today. Let's break it up. I'm ready for dinner."
"Larry," Tina called at the top of her lungs, delighting when she saw
everyone, including Owen, turning to see her finally. "Larry," she
called again.
The young boy skated across the rink. "Aunt Tina," he started.
"Your mother sent me to pick you up," she said quickly, keeping her
eyes on Owen all the while. "My car is in the parking lot. It's
unlocked. You get changed and wait for me there. I have a little
something I have to do. I won't be long."
Larry shrugged his shoulders and went to change. Tina followed Owen's
hard muscled form as the hockey coach went to one of the side benches
and sat down to take off his skates. Sighing deeply, Tina walked along
the ice to him.
"You seem to be pretty popular with the kids," she said to start the
conversation.
Owen looked up and stared at her for a moment. He could feel his
breathing stop as his eyes fixed on her ripe beauty. Then he broke into
a huge grin and returned to taking off his skates. "Yes ... I like them
and they like me," he told her. "I don't think they've had a coach who
really understood the game before."
"I thought football was your sport," Tina said, sitting close, but not
too close, to him. She bent forward and looked with intensive
eagerness.
Owen gave a little chuckle. He was used to having women come over and
talk to him. Lots of them had done that in his college days, and he
prided himself on being able to handle situations like this.
"Well ... it is. Or was, I should say. But I like all sports. I have to
admit that you don't look like the kind of woman who would be
interested in football, though."
"I'm not," Tina said, smiling and raising her eyebrows.
"And something tells me that you're not interested in hockey, either."
"I never thought a jock could have so much insight," Tina said, just a
little seductively.
Owen chuckled to himself. This little game was one that he hadn't
played in a long time ... not since he'd married Rita. He could tell
that this lovely woman was coming on to him, and even though he was a
married man, it gave him a little thrill to know that he still
projected that special something that most women go for. And he wasn't
even trying. Well ...
"You sure don't look old enough to be Larry's mother," he said, looking
away from his skates and directly into her coal-black eyes.
"I'm not," Tina said, still smiling, and looking right back at him. So
far, there was nothing shy about this handsome man.
Owen regarded her for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes as though he
was deep in thought.
"I know you from somewhere," he said quietly. "I know you ..."
He searched through his memory, trying to recall the faces of the women
he used to date in college. They hadn't been countless, but most of
them had been for little more than a couple of weeks, hardly long
enough to leave a lasting impression in his mind.
"No ... you've probably just seen me," she said, looking hard at him,
and then leaning back. Bob and I live two doors down from you and
Rita."
Owen thought about that for a moment, and then his face brightened with
a sudden understanding.
"Of course," he said as though he had just stumbled on to some
brilliant thought. "Well ... it's nice to be talking to you. I'm sorry
that Rita and I haven't been making the rounds in the neighborhood. She
and I are just a little new to the ways of the suburbs. Both of us come
from the city, you know, and making the ..."
"No need to apologize," Tina said quickly. Now that she had him
talking, the last thing she wanted him to do was feel as though he had
done something wrong. "Bob and I know how it can be. When we first
moved here, we didn't know a soul, and it took us some time to make new
friends. Someone has to make the first move."
Owen felt instantly relieved. Talking to this lovely woman was a
pleasure. She was friendly, open and casual. He had at first thought
that he would have to go into some long speech about how he was married
and wasn't playing the field anymore, but now that he knew a little
more about her, he began to feel as though he had known her for a long,
long time. Some people are like that, he thought quickly to himself as
his eyes lingered on the generous swell of her breasts pushing out her
light cotton blouse. Some people make you feel at ease right away.
"I'm really glad we met," he said finally, remembering that he was
married, and was therefore entitled to do little more than just look
and not touch. If he weren't married, he might make a play for her,
even though he knew she was. One of the things Owen had no hang-ups
about was making it with married women. Shit ... if they wanted to have
some guy besides their husband fuck them, that was all right with him.
"So am I," she said, fully meaning it. This was the closest she had
been to him, and she could see that, if anything, she had under-
estimated him. She wasn't sure, but she believed that she could see a
swelling of his cock under his pants ... a swelling that told her he
would be able to satisfy her in bed many times over. She could tell
that he was staring at her breasts, and that made her feel very happy.
If she could get the least bit of arousal out of him, there was an
opening.
"Now that we've met," she continued, "what would you say to you and
Rita coming over to our house some time in the near future? Bob and I
love to entertain, and we would be very happy to have you two over."
"Why ... that would be very nice," Owen said. "Of course, I'll have to
talk to Rita about it, but I'm sure she'll go along with me. She hasn't
said as much, but I'm certain she would like to meet new people."
"Is she a little shy about finding new friends?"
"Well ... in a way. She can be very outgoing when she wants to be. I
think living out here has really thrown her for a loop."
He finished taking off his skates and placed them in his bag. Then,
standing up, he looked down at the lovely woman.
"Shall I walk you to your car?" he asked, offering her his arm.
As they left the ice rink area, Owen pulled himself up next to her,
delighting in the excitement that seemed to flow from her.
"What does Bob ... your husband ... what does he do for a living?" Owen
asked, thinking that it would be a little better if he made sure that
he and Tina remained just friends. He didn't want her to get the idea
that he would fuck her. Even though he was certain he could get a lot
of pleasure out of it, he had never been able to handle more than one
girl at a time. He would go from one to another ... sometimes rather
quickly, but he would never have more than one girl at a time. Things
could get out of hand then. And having an affair would be harder than
having two girl friends. A wife can get pretty mad ...
What are you thinking about Owen, he thought. You can't even be
considering fucking this woman. Just forget it. You're not in college
any more. You have a wife and a job and a home ...
"Something tells me that you weren't listening to me," Tina's voice
broke in on his thoughts. "That's not very nice, asking me about my
husband and then drifting off like that."
"Uuuuuummm? Oooooohhh ... I'm sorry," Owen said, remembering that he
was talking to her, and not trying to work out his whole life around
her. "I was thinking of ... of a personal matter."
"That's all right," Tina said. "Like I was saying, Bob is a computer
programmer with several banks in Buffalo. If I may be allowed a little
wifely pride, his services are in great demand."
And as she said that, she broke up into peals of laughter. It had been
unintentional humor, but the pun fit. At all the gatherings of the
group, most of the wives wanted Bob's "services," and would sometimes
fight to get them.
"What's so funny?" Owen asked, feeling a little left out.
"Ooohhh ... I was just thinking of a personal matter," she said
teasingly, evasively.
"Your personal life is that funny?"
"It can be ... sometimes."
They reached her car and Owen opened her door for her. Larry was
sitting in the back, reading a comic book.
"Hi, coach," the young boy said.
"How's it going, Larry?" Owen said, both glad and a little unhappy that
Larry was around. He would have liked to spend a little more time with
Tina, but having Larry around sort of took that decision away from him.
It was probably for the better, since he knew he could get into a lot
of trouble with Tina. He wasn't sure but that she might still be coming
on to him, in her own way, and he would like to have explored that
possibility. Well ... there was plenty of time to get to know her
better.
"You and Rita will give us a call soon?" Tina asked as she climbed into
her car.
"You bet," he said, just a little too quickly. Damn, he might still be
attracting women, but he was losing the touch once he had them. He was
being just a little too obviously anxious, and he remembered a lesson
he had learned long ago ... Never tip your hand too early. That was
what he was doing now, and as he watched Tina drive away, he felt like
a little school boy talking to a girl for the first time.
And then, again, he remembered that he was married ...
His mind was becoming confused with several conflicting thoughts. If he
were still single, he would probably have made a pass at Tina. The more
he thought about what had happened, the more he was convinced that he
had done just that. He had made a pass at her, though it had been a
very mild and clumsy pass. And he hadn't wanted to do that anyway.
"Jesus," he said out loud as it suddenly dawned on him that it was
colder than a witch's tit. Skating around the rink had made him work up
one hell of a sweat, and that sweat was making him feel chilled now.
He hurried across the lot to his own car, feeling a little better, now
that he was out of the wind, and remembering that he was hungry. Rita
had better have quite a meal ready for him. He felt as though he could
eat a horse.
Rita stared at the clock, wishing that Owen would come home soon. She
had been walking around the neighborhood, trying to think of the words
she would use to tell him that he was failing to satisfy her. She had
run through dozens of conversations in her mind, but none of them had
turned out the way she had wanted. She had a fair idea when he would be
coming home, and as that time approached, she could feel herself
getting anxious and nervous. She really had no idea what Owen would do
when she told him. Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she
was pretty certain that a man like Owen would take it pretty hard. He
might not even believe her. After all, he had been one of the most
popular men in college, and she knew he had pleased a lot of women. His
pride was at stake, and he was liable to lash out at her.
That's silly, she thought to herself. Owen loves me. There's no reason
why he shouldn't know about his failure. There was nothing wrong with
him. He's just under a lot of pressure, that's all. He was all right in
the beginning. There's no reason to think he can't be all right again.
Her heart skipped a beat and her breath quickened as she heard his car
pull into the driveway. She stood up from her easy chair and faced the
doorway, desperately trying to calm herself down. If she acted a little
funny, he might suspect something right off. That would put him on the
defensive, and the last thing she wanted him to think was that she was
attacking him in any way, shape or form. She wanted to be calm and
rational about the whole thing. That was the best way to handle it, she
decided.
She met him at the door as it opened, giving him a big hug and a kiss
as soon as he was inside. This took him by surprise, though he was
quick to recover. They embraced for a long time, until finally Owen
pushed her away just enough so he could close the door.
"Well ... I'd say you missed me while I was gone," he said in a chipper
voice. During his ride home, once he was away from Tina, he could feel
only happiness that he had made a new friend in the neighborhood.
"Of course I missed you," Rita said, bringing in her training as a
cheerleader. She took her husband's hands and held them away from his
body, smiling as though she didn't have a care in the world.
"What's for dinner honey?" he asked, dropping her hands and getting out
of his coat. "I really worked up an appetite with those kids. By the
way, I met one of our neighbors ... Tina Reed. She says she and her
husband would like to have us over to their house sometime soon."
Rita smiled. "That's nice. Uh ... before we have dinner, though,
there's something I'd like to talk to you about."
"Can't it wait until after dinner," Owen said in a tired voice. "I'm
kind of hungry, and I think better on a full stomach."
As Owen walked away from her to get a little cleaned up for eating,
Rita sighed to keep her courage up. He was acting like he were back in
college, where nothing was very important.
"I'd rather not wait until after dinner," she said, her concern coming
through in the tone of her voice. "I've been thinking about this all
day, and I want to get it over with."
Even now, Owen didn't appear to be taking her very seriously. He came
out of the bathroom drying his hands on a towel. "Okay, honey," he said
in a chipper voice. I'm all ears."
"This is no laughing matter," Rita said, turning away from him. She
couldn't look at him, and she still didn't know where to begin. Owen
wasn't making this any easier on her either.
The silence behind her told her that Owen was waiting for her to say
something. She took a deep breath and spun around.
"You don't satisfy me in bed," she said quickly, getting the words out
before she had a chance to change her mind.
Owen looked at her, his hands still running through the towel. His face
carried no expression, and Rita didn't know what he was thinking. She
looked at him wonderingly, as though he was supposed to be saying
something.
"Is that all?" he said, blandly.
"Isn't that enough?"
"Well ... suppose you tell me what your problem is," he said, letting
Rita know he hadn't understood what she meant.
"It's not my problem ... it's yours."
"Mine?" he said, raising his voice and smiling as though she were
pulling a joke on him. "You're crazy."
"No I'm not," she snapped at him. "You haven't made me cum since we've
come back from our honeymoon."
"Look--I'm hungry and tired. Suppose we have something to eat and we
can ...
"No!" Rita said, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at him.
"This isn't college, Owen. You can't just pretend that problems don't
exist. I haven't told you before because I didn't know what to say. Now
I'm telling you before things get worse."
For the first time since they had started the conversation, Owen began
to catch the drift of what she was saying.
"Now let me see if I have this right," he said, fighting hard to
control himself. "You're telling me that I don't make you cum, is that
right?"
Rita shook her head as though she was coming out of a trance. She had
actually used that word without even thinking about it. She couldn't
remember a time when she had said "cum" in a normal conversation, and
the mere sound of the word made her blush a little.
"That's right," she said in a soft voice.
"I think you're full of shit," Owen said, tossing the towel aside and
lifting his head a little. "I think it's all your problem, not mine.
Remember, you were a virgin when I married you. I've had some
experience with women, and I never heard any of them complain before."
"You were never married to any of them," Rita shot back, determined
that she would maintain her courage in the face of her husband. "Things
were all right for a while, but they ... they dropped off."
"And you think it's my fault?" Owen just couldn't believe what she was
telling him.
"Honey, please, I'm not saying it's anyone's fault. I'm saying that ...
that ..."
"You're saying that I don't know how to fuck my wife, is that it?"
"All right, yes, damn it. That's it," she snapped, pursing her lips.
Owen looked at her as though she had just told him that the world was
flat. "You really believe that, don't you," he said in an icy cold
voice that made Rita shiver. She had never seen him look like he did
now. He was obviously gritting his teeth, and his lips were curled
slightly, and pursed as though he were concentrating all his strength
on his mouth.
"Don't look at me like that," Rita said, trying to calm down a little,
and in doing so hoping that she could calm her husband down as well.
She hadn't known how he would take what she had to tell him, but she
never thought he would take it so badly. "I'm not saying that you
can't, Owen. I know you've been under a lot of pressure, and ..."
"And nothing, you little frigid bitch," Owen snapped. "Pressure is
something I handle very well. Christ, I have less pressure now than I
did in college. I think you've just got too high an opinion of
yourself. You can't orgasm, and you've decided that you want to blame
me. You refuse to put the blame where it lies, Rita, and that's with
you. Don't try and make me feel guilty."
They looked at each other for a moment, though it felt like an eternity
to Rita. She decided that she wasn't handling this very well at all,
and she was the first to turn away. Maybe if they ate dinner, they
would be able to come back to the problem later. She wished she had
taken Owen's suggestion that they eat first. Things might have been a
little more rational if she had.
"Let's eat, honey," she said, moving toward the kitchen.
"You eat," Owen said, walking to the closet where he had hung his coat.
"I don't think you'll want to be in the same house with me. Not if I
can't give you what you want."
"Owen! Where are you going?"
"Don't try and make me believe you care, bitch," he snapped, slipping
into his coat. "I'm not the husband you thought I would be, so why
should you care where I'm going.
The lovely blonde woman opened her mouth to say something, but she
couldn't think of any words. She watched in wide-eyed amazement as Owen
pulled open the door and walked out, slamming the door so hard that he
made the glass window rattle. Rita stood in the dining room, staring at
the door, not believing that he had walked out on her like that, until
she heard the car starting, and then pulling away.
Just two doors down, Tina happened to be at her window, looking over
the snow-covered, silent landscape while Bob mixed some before dinner
drinks. At first she was a little confused by what she had seen. It
certainly looked like Owen and Rita had just had a little spat and Owen
had walked out. When she saw the handsome football player jump in his
car and swerve several times on the icy road, she knew something was
wrong, and she decided on the spur of the moment that this was the
opening she and her husband had been looking for.
"Love," she said quickly, turning away from the window and hurrying to
get her coat and car-keys. "Forget everything. Something's happened
over at the Temples' that might make both our lives a lot happier."
"Really," Bob said, sipping on his drink and watching his wife scurry
around. "It looks like you're really going after Owen's cock hot and
heavy."
"Wish I could talk, Love," she said as she opened the door. "Suppose
you wait here until I give you a call. Something tells me that I'll be
able to keep Owen away from his home long enough for you to do
something nice to Rita, but for God's sake, let's not get our signals
crossed."
Bob nodded. One of the great things about his marriage to Tina was that
they were both a team. There were times when one of them would start
something, and the other would pick up on it right away, as though they
could read each other's minds .
"I'll give you about half an hour," he told her. "Then I'm acting on my
own."
She blew him a kiss and hopped into her car. Turning her engine over
right away, as it was still warm from her drive to the school. She
hurried in the direction she had seen Owen drive. It wasn't hard to
find his car. He was driving so poorly for the conditions that he could
not make much distance, and there were no other cars out on the roads
in the neighborhood.
Even though Owen was generally a good driver, and Tina hadn't had much
practice driving, she managed to follow him. She smiled in her mounting
excitement. This was like something from the movies or a television
show, and it made her feel like a little girl again. She liked the
feeling, and she was really getting into the thrill of the chase.
* * *
Owen sat in some nameless bar, at least he didn't know what the name of
the place was, and he really didn't care. The place was pretty empty
for a Saturday night, and his stool was surrounded by vacant ones on
either side. A juke box was playing the Tony Bennett version of "I Left
My Heart in San Francisco," though Owen wasn't paying too much
attention. He was looking into his second drink, a double Scotch on-
the-rocks. The first one he had downed right away, and on his empty
stomach, it had gone right to his head.
"Damn that woman anyway," he thought, his mental voice slightly fuzzy.
The nerve ... the absolute gall of her to tell me, Owen Temple, that I
can't make her happy . She ought to consider herself lucky that I
married her. There were a lot of women who would have given their right
arms to be where she is now, and she just doesn't appreciate it. Well
... let her do some thinking for a little while. The nerve!
Outside the bar, Tina lit up a cigarette and smiled. She had just made
her phone call to Bob when she saw Owen going into the bar. Bob had
been all smiles. At least, he had sounded like he was all smiles over
the phone. The plans had been set, and Tina was ready to put her end of
the deal into operation. This hadn't been so hard after all, though she
had to admit that she had been very, very lucky. Well, no point in
dwelling on that, she thought. Luck or no, she was going to make her
play for Owen, and she was pretty certain that he was in just the right
mood to take her up on it.
She walked into the bar and received a whistle or two from the few men
who were in a fairly jolly mood. She ignored them as she sauntered
through the place, taking a seat right next to Owen.
"Small world, handsome," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette.
Owen turned to her, his face carrying the expression of anger, though
not at her.
"I'll have a martini," she told the bartender, who gave her a little
wink. Even though he had never seen her or Owen before in his life, he
could see what the situation was, and he had learned not to get
involved in such things.
When her drink came, she took a dainty sip and looked at Owen, who had
gone back to staring into his drink. "I was just driving around when I
saw your car here. Bob and I ... we had a little, oh ... discussion,
and I'm afraid I walked out on him."
She was fishing for information, and she could see that she had hit
pay-dirt right away. Owen stiffened and turned to face her, his facial
expression softening somewhat.
"Really?" Then, after something of a pause, he added, "Rita and I had
something like that too."
"I'm not much of a drinker," she said, seeing that she was going to
have to do most of the talking for a little while. "But I didn't feel
like being alone. Like I said, I saw your car out there, and I thought
we might be able to make each other feel a little better."
Owen grunted and smiled from one side of his mouth. Now that he was a
little drunk, he wasn't being quite as careful as he had been in the
ice rink with her. She was looking pretty appealing to him at this
point, especially after what Rita had said to him. He wondered what his
lovely blonde wife would think if she knew that he still had that old
effect on women. Tina was looking at him through half-lowered eye lids,
turning her body in such a way as to give him a very nice view of her
full, luscious breasts. Even though they were completely covered with
her blouse, they still looked delightful.
But even though he was slightly drunk, he was not a total fool. He
might make his desires a little more known, but he was still married,
and that meant look, but don't touch.
"Some women just don't know when they have a good thing," he said,
taking his drink off the bar
and holding it in both hands while he looked directly into Tina's coal-
black eyes.
"Some men don't either," she answered. "Bob and I ... well, I thought
we had a pretty good marriage. Things came as something of a shock to
me. He doesn't like this about me. He doesn't like that. Jesus ... the
least he could have done was tell me a little at a time instead of
dumping it all at once on me."
"You look like you're taking what happened rather well."
She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I do? I'll be going back in a
little while. Maybe after he and I have been away from each other for a
while, we'll both cool down some. I didn't even get a chance to say
anything in my defense, though now that I think about it, Bob's not
perfect."
"I guess no one is," Owen said thoughtfully. Even though he thought
Rita was totally wrong about what she had said, Owen now believed that
he could have been a little less abrupt ... a little more patient with
her. Hell, if she had a problem, the least he could do was try to help
her with it, instead of running away.
Now that he wasn't alone, though, his thoughts began to travel in other
directions. Even fully clothed, Tina exuded a certain sexual arousal
just from her being so close to him. His eyes quickly traveled over her
body, dropping from the cottoncovered swell of her hard, firm breasts
to the graceful flair of her jean-covered hips. She was sitting with
her legs crossed at her ankles, her full-fleshed thighs pressed tightly
together. The tight denim cloth followed every curve of her body, and
he was certain that he could see her cuntal mount pressing up against
it from underneath. Uuummmp, but he would like to get his cock into
her, if for no other reason than to teach that ungrateful wife of his a
lesson she would never forget.
"This is like something out of a "B" movie," Tina said, taking another
sip on her drink. "I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you told me
that your wife doesn't understand you."
"Maybe you wouldn't," Owen laughed. "But the truth is, I don't think
she understands herself: I don't know what happened to her over the
months, but suddenly she's become a cold sexless bitch."
He stopped himself after that, feeling a little flushed in the face.
After all, he was talking to a near stranger, and it really wasn't any
of her business what his private life was like. Damn that Rita, he
thought quickly. She's got my mind so fucked up I don't know what the
hell I'm doing.
Tina sensed what was happening with Owen, and she could tell that it
was time to really press the advantage she had over him ... the
advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe that she
was just something of a friend.
"Listen," she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. "Sitting here is
really silly. There is no reason why we should be doing it. You said
that you and Rita wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat
her to it? Believe me, I know these things. Bob and I have gone through
them before. Things will work out. It just takes a little time, that's
all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with
herself."
Owen regarded her for a moment. Jesus, she was asking him to go over to
her place. What the fuck was she ...?
Then it, dawned on him that Bob would probably be there. Hell ... what
the fuck could happen with her husband around? Owen thought about
meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him.
Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Tina's lovely
body ... something that could make this whole fucking evening really
worth the torment Rita had put him through.
He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. "I like
that idea," he said. "Maybe you're right about Rita. And I know I'm in
no condition to be with her now ... not with her being as hysterical as
she was."
"Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you ... you follow me ... I'm
sure Bob would like to meet you."
Owen dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the
lovely woman, delighting in the way her hips swayed back and forth.
Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as
though he couldn't figure out what the trick was going on. A classy
woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That
didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what
she was doing. He sighed and brought another round of beer to the men
at the table, his only other customers.
* * *
At his home, Bob Reed finished the drink he had mixed for himself while
Tina had been looking out the window. According to the phone call Tina
had given him, she was going to bring that superjock to his house. He
gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a
little note. It was more for Owen's benefit than for Tina's. The
college super-star would never believe her if she merely told him that
he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.
Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his
mind, trying to think of what excuse he could give to Rita for stopping
in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he locked
his door and walked the short distance to the Temple house. His timing
had been perfect, though he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed
the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights coming down the
street, slowly because of the ice.
Rita opened the door, looking at Bob as though he were a door-to-door
salesman.
"Yes?" she said in a sort of tired voice.
"Good evening, Mrs. Temple," Bob said, looking around to see that the
two cars were getting closer to his house. "My name is Bob Reed. I live
a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good neighbor and
say hello."
He could see that Rita was upset over something, probably the very
thing that had caused Owen to run out of the house like he had, and Bob
thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be really
bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it
not taken care of by the lovely woman ...
"Please ... come in," Rita said formally as she stepped to one side,
holding the door open. Bob walked past her, inwardly gloating. Both he
and Tina had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his wife
to make the best use of their talents.
Chapter 3
"I'm afraid Owen isn't here," she said, running her fingers through her
hair at her forehead. "He's gone out somewhere."
The sound in her voice told Bob that she was more upset than he would
have thought, and he wondered if she would be either vulnerable or
completely insensitive. He hoped she would be vulnerable. He was not
above taking advantage of a good situation.
"You sound as though there's something bothering you," he said, waiting
for her to open up a little to him.
"Owen and I ... well ... we had ... we had a fight," she said. When
Owen had walked out on her like he had, she didn't know what to do. She
had looked around the house, as though she could find something that
would take her mind off what had happened, but that had been useless.
She tried to eat, but found that she had lost her appetite. While
thumbing through a magazine, she found that she was totally lonely.
This was not the same thing as when Owen went to work. Then, at least,
she knew he would be coming home, and she knew when.
Now she tried not to think of the possibility that Owen had left her
forever. This was the first argument she and her husband had had, and
she didn't know what she should do. Having this near stranger with her
gave her some comfort, but she couldn't go very far with him.
"Hey, come on now," Bob said in a soothing voice, taking off his coat.
"We hardly know each other, I realize, but I am your neighbor. I'm
sorry that I haven't gotten around to paying a visit sooner, but now
that I'm here, I'd like to help if I can."
He was telling the truth when he said that he was sorry he hadn't come
around sooner. Uuuuummmm ... now that he was standing some five feet
from her, he could see that she was far more lovely than he had
imagined. Her soft, shimmering golden hair flowed around her head like
a rich cascade. It was full and thick, and it framed her face perfectly
on both sides. Her pale blue eyes, sparkling as though she had just
been crying, were like twin lakes in Wisconsin. She wore no make-up,
and needed none. Her cheek-bones were high and distinctive, though not
so prominent as to be distracting. Her lips were slightly pinker than
the flesh of her trace. She was wearing a knitted sweater, and he could
see the swan-like gracefulness of her cream-colored neck rising from
the top. Farther down, the sweater was pushed out by the two globes of
her breasts, and even though the sweater was very thick, he could see
the nipples of her breasts, evidence that Rita, like Tina, did not wear
a bra. Her slacks were casual, and followed the contours of her body,
holding tight around her narrow, nipped in waist and flared out around
her full, eye-pleasing thighs and buttocks. Her legs were long and
trim, and as he looked at her, he could feel his cock giving a spasm
... and then another, reminding him that he was here not to merely
look!
"That's very kind of you," she said, smiling, even though she didn't
feel very happy. "I don't know what you can do though."
Bob took a seat on the couch in the living room. "Sometimes just
talking makes things a little easier," he said, crossing his legs,
ankle over knee. "Tina and I have our little fights sometimes."
"Uuuhhh ... by the way, why didn't your wife come over with you."
"She's busy with something else at the moment," Bob said, wondering how
she was coming along. "She suggested that I make a little visit and
invite you and your husband to a party we're having at our house next
week. You and ... uh ... Owen?"
Rita nodded.
"Right. You and Owen deserve to get out and meet the people in the area
here. Like I said, both Tina and I are sorry that we haven't come over
sooner, but you know how those things are."
"As a matter of fact, I do," Rita agreed. "Owen and I mentioned to each
other several times that we should get out and meet the people who live
around here. Excuse me, I'm not being a very good hostess. Can I get
you something to drink? We don't have very much, but ..."
"Gin? And maybe some mixer?"
Rita nodded and went to the liquor cabinet.
"Listen," Bob said, playing his trump card, "if this is a bad time for
you ... if you would rather be alone or something ..."
"Ooohhh ... no. Not at all," she said quickly. "Having someone here
makes me feel better."
As she mixed a drink for the both of them, she found that she was
glancing at Bob again and again. He was rather good looking, she
decided. She had seen him wandering around the neighborhood from time
to time, but that was when things between her and Owen were still
pretty good, and she wasn't interested in anything but making her
marriage work. Now that a little reality had been infused into her
life, she realized that she had been practically hiding from other
people. She had never been anything like that in college, but she
hadn't started thinking about it until just now.
"So tell me," she said as she handed him a drink and took a seat across
from the couch, liking the way his totally masculine form remained
casual and exciting at the same time. "What do you do for a living? I
imagine it's something that makes you rather well off."
"Ooo ... I work with computers. I supply the banks in the city with the
programs they use. It's a job, and while it's not as exciting as ...
say ... stunt-driving, I like the work. I get to meet people, and I do
some traveling around the country. All business, of course."
He smiled and winked at Rita, letting her know that he, like so many
other people, did a little cheating on his travel account.
"Tina goes with you on those trips?"
"When I can get away with bringing her ... which is most of the time, I
should add. She likes to travel and meet new people as much as I do."
"I'm afraid I don't get to go very many places," Rita told him a
confidential tone. "Owen has a good job. He's an insurance adjuster, by
the way, and he provides me with a good many things. Traveling though
..."
"That's too bad," Bob said, seeing an opening. "A lovely woman like you
should be shown around the country as much as possible, though I can't
say I blame Owen all that much for keeping you hidden."
Rita blushed when she heard that. He was the first man to tell her
something like that since she had married Owen, and while she was used
to getting compliments like that in college, she was a little rusty on
receiving them.
"I'm serious, Rita. You're a very attractive woman. And quite lively
too. Is it that you don't like to travel?"
"Ooohhh ... no ... it's nothing like that," she said. "No, Owen and I
like a rather sedate life."
"Really now," Bob said, raising his eye brow as though he didn't
believe her. "Now, let me get this straight. If I'm not mistaken, Owen
is doing some work in the high school."
Rita nodded.
"And he makes enough money for the two of you to take off from time to
time?"
Again the lovely wife nodded.
"Owen Temple," he said thoughtfully, taking a drink and looking at the
ceiling. "He was quite a boy in college. Lust for life and all that. I
can't believe that he would just want to pack it all in now. And you,
Rita, I sense something about you that makes you want to live ... and
live hard."
Rita had been looking at him all the while he had been talking, but now
she lowered her head and bit on her lower lip. He was getting just a
little too personal, but there was no denying that he was bringing out
thoughts she had tried to suppress. With the pressure of non-college
life Owen had been under recently, she had been toying with the idea of
another vacation. She would have brought it up, if Owen hadn't stormed
out of the house like he had. And she knew that she could use getting
out more than she did.
"Well ... I was a cheerleader in college," she said, lifting her head
and looking at Bob again. His face carried a friendly expression ...
friendly and compassionate.
"Tears of a clown and all that?"
"What?" she asked, smiling.
"You know. You make other people happy, but no one makes you happy,
since you never look sad."
"Ohhh ... well, Owen has managed to ... to ..."
She stopped, not really knowing where to go with that thought. She was
going to say that Owen was making her happy, but that wasn't really the
truth. The memory of Owen made her feel good, but what she had with her
husband now was not what she had thought it would be when she first
married him.
"Come on ... open up to me," Bob said, leaning forward. "I don't know
what you've heard about the suburbs, but we out here have all learned
that people are people. We're all in the same boat, and I hate to see
someone with a zest for life sort of cast adrift."
Rita took a deep breath, wondering if she could really trust this near
stranger. There was nothing threatening about him in the slightest, but
she hardly knew him. "Things with Owen were really great for a while,"
she said evasively, "but when the honeymoon ended ... well, I guess
that sounds like an old cliche ..."
"Not at all," Bob said, taking his eyes away from her face and resting
them on her covered breasts, sensing that he was getting close to the
kill. He had to play his cards carefully now, listen for little things
and pick up on them right away. "Like I said ... Tina and I have our
problems, just like everyone else. We talk about them, both with each
other, and with other people. Things happen, we talk about them and
clear them up. Things are better for a while, and then something else
happens. Life is far from perfect."
"I don't think Owen has come to that conclusion," Rita said softly.
"There are times when he thinks he's still in college, and doesn't have
to worry about anything but his image."
"Ooohhh ... have you talked to him about that?"
"I tried ... sort of... tonight. That's what the fight was about. I
told him that ... that he wasn't making me ... well ... you know ..."
"He wasn't making you happy in bed?"
Rita looked long at him before saying anything. She didn't like having
her private life exposed like this, but at least Bob seemed to care
where her husband didn't.
"Yes," she sighed. "I tried to tell him, but he just couldn't believe
anything could be wrong with him. He called me names and said that it
was all my fault."
"Really? How long has this been happening?"
"Some six months," Rita said before she had a chance to think.
Bob whistled, seeing that his work would be a lot easier, knowing that
little bit of information. He gathered that Rita knew what fun fucking
could be. If it hadn't been fun for her in so long, she would really be
hot for a nice, thick cock. He smiled as he thought of Tina and Owen,
wondering if Owen would be able to please her. She was pretty demanding
when it came to fucking, and if superjock couldn't make his own wife
happy ...
But that was Tina's problem.
Letting her problems out like this brought about a wave of frustration
and disappointment flowing through Rita's mind. She had kept so many
things bottled up inside her for so long that her emotions broke like
water through a leaky dam that threatened to crumble.
"He refused to believe me when I told him that he hadn't satisfied me
in months," she said, trying, though not very hard to hold back he:
tears. "He told me that he had more experience than I did, and that he
knew how good he was and that I was frigid and ..."
She broke down at that point, dropping her head and crying into her
hands as her glass fell to the floor. If there was ever a woman ripe
for comfort, Bob thought, it was Rita right now. Bob lowered his drink
to the floor and went over to her. He moved to one side and brought his
arm around her softly rounded shoulders, knowing that he was almost
home now.
In anticipation and eagerness, he could feel his cock swelling
painfully in his pants. He knew that a good fucking would do Rita a
world of good, and he was going to be the one to give it to her.
Using his powerful body for support, Rita leaned against him over the
arm of her chair, resting her head on his shoulder. Bob gave her a
little squeeze.
"Go ahead ... let it all out," he soothed. "You deserve to be happy,
Rita. If Owen can't see that, then I don't know about him."
Rita wanted to tell him that Owen did make her happy ... that he was a
good husband and a good provider, and could be a good lover when he
wanted to be.
But the words wouldn't come out. After what had happened earlier in the
evening, she wasn't so sure that Owen was a good husband. Certainly no
good husband would have done to her what Owen had.
Bob lowered his arm just a little, enough so that his opening and
closing fingers were mere inches away from the soft swelling of her
breasts. Even though she was crying, he could see through the thickness
of her sweater that her breasts were swelling. She might not know it
yet, but she was getting aroused. Again his ballooned cock spasmed.
Just a little more now, and she would be like melted butter in his
hands.
Rita felt, for the first time in a long time, safe and secure in her
life. She didn't see anything wrong with Bob holding her like this. He
was so strong and understanding ... the way Owen had been when they
were first married. She cried for a long time, hardly noticing that his
hand was opening and closing very close to her breast. All she knew was
that she was feeling the way she had when she had been on her
honeymoon.
And then she was aware of a slight wetness emanating from her
frustrated vaginal lips ... a warmth that began to soak the crotchband
of her panties and make them tight against her cuntal orifice. She
stopped her crying, but she did not pull away from Bob, who was still
opening and closing his hand around her lower shoulder. She began to
feel good ... very good.
She knew what she was thinking, and she knew that it went against
everything she had been taught ... everything she believed in.
She was thinking of having this near stranger fuck her! That would
really show Owen. After all the things he had said to her earlier, she
could get back at him by having her neighbor do what Owen had been
failing to do.
That would really show him that he wasn't God's gift to humanity, as he
had thought all his life .
Then she stiffened her body!
How could she be thinking something like that? Certainly the solution
to her problems with Owen wouldn't be solved by having another man make
love to her. That could only make things worse.
But her cunt had been so eager ... and so disappointed for so long.
But having a man who wasn't her husband make love to her was so wrong.
And besides ... Bob was married ... and ...
She couldn't think. Everything was so complicated for her that she
couldn't organize her thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at him
to ... to ...
She wanted him to move away from her. Her mind was a seething
conflicting mass of ideas and concepts ... thoughts that would not
gell. Even as she looked into his eyes, his light brown eyes, she could
feel herself weakening, falling under the demands her body had been
making all her life ... demands that were not being met by her husband.
God! Bob was so comforting, so understanding. His arm around her
shoulder felt so good ... Owen never held her like this anymore.
Bob's mind raced with only one thought. He didn't know what was running
through her mind, but if she had ever looked ready to be kissed, now
was the time. Her pale blue eyes had a worried look, but that didn't
matter to Bob as he moved his face against hers, pressing his lips
tightly to her in a hot wet kiss that sent shivers of desire and fear
searing through the hungry young wife's body. For a long moment, she
didn't know what to do. Was this just a friendly kiss? she wondered.
Just something that he hoped would make her feel better? She thought it
might be just that, but she rapidly changed her opinion when his moist,
rigid tongue began thrusting against her lips.
Rita's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but her body was
making its wishes known to her with every pound of her excited heart.
She could feel her vaginal lips becoming flushed and wet, and her
panties moved across her cunt with each little motion she made. As Bob
knelt down and continued to press his tongue against her mouth, Rita
could feel herself weakening ... weakening ... her body responding to
those feelings and sensations Owen only thought he was bringing her.
And then her frustration broke like a mighty thunder storm. She
couldn't help herself. She knew that what she was about to do was
wrong, and in the back of her mind was the thought that at any moment,
Owen could come home and catch her. In a way, she hoped that he would.
That would take the wind out of his sails. He would see with his own
eyes that she was hardly frigid.
Far from it, in fact. He would see her locked tightly in the arms of
another man ... a man she hardly even knew, but a man who could bring
her the delight Owen was failing to give her. It was a drastic move,
she knew ... the most drastic thing she had ever done in her life. She
hadn't realized how desperate she had become, but there was no use in
fighting it now. As she had with her fingers earlier in the day, she
allowed her body to take control, and she groaned as she responded to
the incessant tongue pressing against her. She opened her mouth and
began to lash her tongue back into Bob's mouth, at the same time
pulling her body off the chair so that he could better hold her.
Hundreds of thoughts ran through her mind ... thoughts that told her
she was doing the wrong thing ... that she wouldn't be doing this with
anyone who was not her husband ... that Bob was a married man ...
She ignored them. With the mere touch of his lips and tongue against
hers, he was releasing her pent-up arousal, and she was not going to be
denied this time!
The young wife's eager reaction was all Bob needed. As they continued
kissing with their mouths locked tightly, wetly together, Bob felt his
cock spasm again and again, increasing his eagerness and reminding him
that there was a lot more to do than merely kiss this lovely blonde
woman. He reached up behind her and under her sweater, delighting when
he found her flesh there instead of another garment. He ran his hands
up and down against the skin of her back, lifting her sweater higher
and higher over her upper torso, his lightly stroking fingers getting
closer and closer to the tender sensitive flesh of her breasts as he
brought his hands around to the doubled plane of her belly.
Then he slipped her sweater up over her unresisting arms and dropped it
to the floor. Her fully rounded resilient breasts now pressed against
his chest, and even through the cloth of his shirt, their hot pink
nipples felt like points of fire. Bob groaned from the lusty sensations
crawling through his loins and lowered one hand to the waist band of
her slacks, trying to draw them down over her hips. He wanted to get
her naked as soon as possible. If there was any resistance left in her,
it would vanish as soon as her clothes were off.
But there was no resistance. In fact, Rita was fast becoming as eager
to have Bob fuck her as he was to do it. The sensation of his lips
against hers had been like a match thrown into a pile of gas-soaked
newspaper, and with each passing moment, the fire in her loins was
growing more and more intense. She pulled away from him just enough so
that she could remove her slacks herself, the total sordidness of the
whole affair making her more eager to go through with it. She had never
thought of cheating on her husband in her life, but that was the only
thought on her mind now.
Bob watched wide-eyed as the lovely young blonde woman slithered out of
her slacks, so eager to get naked that she pulled her slacks and
panties down over the soft, generous firmness of her hips with one
rapid tug. She kicked her shoes off and moved her garments over her
ankles, tossing them across the room.
Bob gave a low, throaty chuckle, seeing that words were not necessary.
From the little Rita had told him of her problem with Owen, he knew she
would be eager, but he had not thought she would be this anxious! Shit
... the only other woman he knew who acted as thought she couldn't wait
to get a cock up into her cunt was his wife. He stared transfixed at
her salacious nakedness, delighting in the way she looked as she knelt
on her knees, her full, enticing breasts falling delightfully in front
of her ... her folded belly puckered at her navel with the fleshy
indentation of the belly button ...
And the glistening inverted golden vee of her cuntal triangle, nestled
between her tightly pressed thighs like a vein of precious metal
begging to be exploited.
He reached out and took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger,
rolling the already distended knobs, bringing up moans of suppressed
desire from the young blonde's lushly upturned mouth. As she knelt, she
ground her trim hips and buttocks in the heels of her feet, the last
vestige of resistance leaving her as she felt her pussy chamber become
more and more wet with a fiery river of lubrication brought on by Bob's
fondling with her nipples.
You deserve this, Owen, she thought, remembering the icy coldness with
which he had treated her earlier ... and the way he had stormed out of
the house. You deserve to have another man fucking me ... making me
happy when you won't even bother to take the time or effort.
She lowered her eyes from Bob's face to his groin, seeing that his cock
was straining to be released from its cloth prison. Breathing deeply,
she reached out and touched it, feeling its searing heat penetrate
through his pants and nearly burn the tender skin of her palm. She
massaged it through his pants then, at first lightly, and then with
increasing force as her own mounting passion began to spiral through
her entire body. Bob opened his hands and began kneading the dough-like
flesh of her sensuously shimmering globes, and her breathing become
more ragged as she strained her back, pressing her breasts tighter
against his hands, reveling in the contact.
The massaging of his cock through his pants let Bob know that
everything was working properly now. He had to get as naked as she was.
Jesus ... there was no point in keeping his clothes on any longer.
He wrenched his body away from her and opened his shirt, slipping it
from his chest in near-record time. Rita stared at his hard-plated
chest, washed with a light brown shadow of hair. Owen had a football
player's body, and she would have thought that no one could have had
such a build. Then, as Bob pulled down his pants, the blonde's blue
eyes opened wide with increasing excitement as she saw his fully
expanded penis spring to life, its throbbing hardness glistening at the
tip with tiny drops of clear seminal fluid.
Rita had only seen one cock in her life ... her husband's ... and she
would have thought that they were all the same. She could see now that
she was wrong. Bob's penis was huge ... a long, thick, heavily veined
shaft that was nearly purple with the heat of his passion. For a
moment, Rita was certain that it would never fit in her cunt, and she
stared at it as though it hypnotized her.
Bob moved up against her again, the searing tip of his hardened cock
pressing into the soft, warm folds of her belly as she twisted her
pelvis hard forward, driving him almost crazy now with the need to fuck
up into her hot little pussy.
"Lie down, Rita," he said in a soothing, though commanding voice. "Lie
down on the floor. I'm going to fuck you!"
With his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back, rolling over on
top of her petite naked form already writhing beneath him. He reached
down for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands,
cupping and squeezing them. He pressed his hotly throbbing penis up
into the narrow valley of the young blonde's churning loins, and he
could feel the heat of her naked exposed pussy reaching up for the
demandingly probing tip of his rigidity.
Rita's mind was awash with lust and passion now. The utter wantonness
of her actions ... fucking a man who was not her husband, made her all
the more anxious, and she felt Bob probing with the bulbous tip of his
cock for the narrow mouth of her wetly heated cunt, holding her
grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. She could feel
her excitement increasing more and more, and then, finally, like a hot
mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made its
first maddening contact with his cock.
Slowly they began to fit their loins together, little by little
deepening the penetration of his blood-engorged rod in the slippery wet
sheath of her cunt.
''Oooooohhhhh ... GOD! Ooooohhhhh ..." Rita moaned up into his open
mouth, knowing that she was going to get the fucking she had been
denied for so long, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the hard
thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly waiting vagina. Bob's
swollen cock felt much thicker than her husband's, and she felt as
though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. This
is what she had wanted right from her wedding night ... and it was what
she had been denied. His pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward
up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls clasping around
the hardened cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every
pulsing vein on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip felt so
good as it bumped against her cervix that she thought she would cry
with tears of sheer joy.
The young blonde's handsome neighbor began a thrusting, rhythmical
motion, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins
were pumping like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis.
At first, Bob had been pulling her up to meet him in quick jerking
motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he
felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making
tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself
in her up to the hilt.
Rita couldn't believe that she was actually going through with this,
but she was too aroused to think about it now. Somewhere in the back of
her mind, she sensed that she would regret that she had surrendered to
the insistent demands of her body, but any regret she might feel would
have to come later. She was going to prove to Bob and herself that she
was not frigid ... that she could please a man ... that what was wrong
with her marriage was not her fault. Slowly, she began a gentle
massaging motion with her moist, hot cunt around the thick hilt of
Bob's impaling sword of flesh. He ground his pelvis into her squirming
flaccid saddle as she strained up to meet him, arching her back so that
she lifted both their bodies up off the floor. Her thighs trembled
ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing her
thighs around her hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned
to a board in a way she had done with only one other man in her life.
Gradually, her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a
savage bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in and
out motion up between her quivering thighs.
Bob could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white
belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling
his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard
back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and
faster. Again and again he fucked into the warm steaming wetness of her
hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated balls slapping each time
against her roundly working buttocks below.
The previously faithful young wife suddenly threw all caution to the
winds, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that
her new lover's lust-peaking thrusting motions gave her orgasm-starved
body. The broad-shouldered computer operator raised himself up on his
hands now spread on the floor beside her shoulders, his brown eyes
appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled lust on her face.
Although his identity was slightly blurred to Rita by waves of
insatiable desire clouding her eyes, somewhere inside, she was aware
that this man stroking into her hot moist vagina was not her husband,
and the clandestine knowledge of the situation made her become
inexplicably more excited. The abandoned young wife's mouth hung
slackly open to the side as she groaned out loud in her living room.
Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaped from between her lips
with each smooth fuck of Bob's hard-pistoning penis, her golden blonde
hair scattered about on the carpet as she wildly writhed beneath him.
Bob let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Rita's
soft, swan-like neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of
her wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny
berries offered up for him to devour, and then he looked on down past
her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.
As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed legs, he could
see his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the
clasping crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back
again into the upthrusting mound up between her open thighs. The blonde
beauty was pushing up to meet his fucking thrusts as if she were unable
to wait a split second for his next plunge into her moist hot cunt.
Each time he drove it home to the hilt, the well-built young man held
it there an instant, savoring the delicious sensations as she shuddered
on his deeply impaling shaft of flesh, her loins jerking in tiny quick
rotations that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode at any
moment. Again and again the blonde wrenched her pelvis downward as the
strong muscular man began to pull out, her warm moist pussy sucking at
his thick throbbing shaft like a wild animal in heat.
Jesus! What a fucker! Bob thought. Owen is really something of an
asshole if he's ignoring her.
Bob's thoughts were scattered as the abandoned female heaved wildly
beneath him like a demon. Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers
again, Bob reached up under Rita's crazily jerking loins to grasp her
buttocks. As he drove his swollen penis rhythmically into the steaming
hot wetness of her cunt, with his fingers he spread the narrow crevice
of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for
her unprotected anus. Teasingly, he passed over the tiny puckering
nether mouth with his fingertip, sending her loins into new spasms of
activity from the sudden unexpected contact.
Owen had never done anything like this to her, and she gasped at the
increasing sensations whipping through her body. She spread her legs
even wider to give him still greater access to her ravenous pussy,
pitching crazily under Bob's body.
Bob Reed sensed that this young wife would soon be reaching her climax.
The way this wild young thing under him was responding to his long hard
hammering fucks, she must be really hungry -for satisfying sex. And he
knew that she was going to make a fine addition to his little group.
Eagerly, Rita opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in
wild unison with his relentlessly spearing strokes into her all-
consuming vagina. Into his ear she warbled meaningless cries as though
she had no control over her voice, now that she was coming closer and
closer to the delirious moment of fulfillment she had not had in such a
long time.
Suddenly, the sex-delirious young woman pulled her knees up under his
chest as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins
in desperate urging to his deeply tucking cock-strokes, and then she
found her voice again.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... fuck it ... fuck it hard ... HARD!" she chanted,
mumbling words she had not even used with her husband in her most
passionate moments, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her
heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned, as though she
were in pain, and pulled her thighs up higher, pressing her full-
mounded breasts back flat against her chest.
''I'm summing!" the young blonde wife exclaimed, as though she couldn't
believe it was possible, her mouth wide open in ecstatic abandon. "I'm
summing!" she repeated, the words sounding strangely foreign on her
lips. It had been so long since she had said them.
The whole of her widely stretched pink pussy was presented up to her
lust-crazed neighbor to use as he wished, her ankles now locked high
over his shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls. Rita
could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of Bob's
slowly driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in wild
uninhibited throes of her orgasm. Her words had once again become
incoherent, unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to
herself, her wide unseeing eyes glazing as if in wonder at the shadowy
reaches of her ceiling.
Shit ... look at this little cunt go! Bob marveled as he grinned down
at the young wife racing out of control into a wild final climax. He
gritted his teeth and then clenched his buttocks tightly together to
keep from cumming himself, slaving and sweating over her harder than he
would have with any other woman. This time it would be worth it to wait
for his partner's orgasm. After the frustration she had been through,
she would be grateful to him for completely satisfying her, and she
would want him to fuck her whenever or wherever the chance arose.
"I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGG!!!" Rita suddenly cried out again,
the words urging him to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He
could feel her ass-cheeks clenching at his tingling cum-swollen balls
beneath as she locked herself to him with all the strength of her
convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering against his body, the hotly
clasping inner walls of her pussy flooding warm orgasmic moistness out
around his buried hardness for what seemed like an eternity.
The young blonde held her breath for an interminable moment and then
expelled it as though struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply
back onto the carpet of her living room floor. She lay still and
unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on
and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing around
his cock lodged deeply up inside her satisfied little belly.
Bob let her rest a moment beneath him, even though it was all he could
do to keep from going on fucking into her wetly clinging cunt. Jesus!
He'd never seen anything like it! Owen was really blowing this little
bit of his life. Appreciatively, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep
in her tight-clutching vagina, hoping to bring her to life again, and
at the same time reached back under the young woman's still softly
quivering buttocks to knead the resilient flesh like ripe luscious
fruits.
The physically exhausted blonde wife felt the uneasy stirring of her
conscience as she gradually returned to her senses. But the realization
that she had been too love-hungry to resist this handsome virile young
neighbor allowed her an excuse for cheating on her husband, and the
thought that she was getting revenge for the way Owen had treated her
earlier in the evening re-enforced her feelings. It was Owen's fault,
she reminded herself, and if he was too childish to realize it, then he
deserved what happened.
At that moment, she felt Bob Reed's finger wetting itself with the
fluids seeping from her cunt and she felt it move up and down the
narrow crevice between her buttocks, searching for her tight little
anal opening. Finding his goal, her strongly built lover shoved hard
against the puckered rubbery ring until it gave before his insistent
pressure.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh ... Ooooooohhhhhh ..." The pain was incredible, but it
was mixed with a strange sensation of pleasure as well. She wasn't sure
if she liked it or not, but as she tried to make up her mind, Bob
rammed his finger up into her anus and again started to slip his
painfully expanded cock slowly in and out of her cum-drenched cunt. She
had no time to think of the pain incurred. The pleasure she was
receiving was once again overwhelming her, blotting out everything from
her mind but the wildly blissful sensations of another approaching
orgasm. She gradually adjusted to the invasion of her tight little
rectum, and now she began rocking back and forth beneath Bob. Soon they
were fucking together in complete abandoned unison once again, Rita
moaning out low as she sensed the surprising ripples of another orgasm
building deep in her loins. She had never felt so completely filled in
her life. Even her honeymoon had not been like this. The sensations
spreading through her body were driving her wild.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... GOD! OH, MY GOD!!" she suddenly cried out, the sound
of her voice filling her entire house. "I'm cumming again. DON'T
STOP!!! I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMIIIIIINNNGGG!!!"
This time Bob could not hold back. His wildly jerking cock hotly
expanded inside her moistly pulsing cunt, the machine gun-like spurts
beginning deep down in his aching balls at long last. His hot cum
spewed up into her wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a
wild animal trumpeting his lust in the jungle.
"That's it, baby," he grunted down at her. "Fuck that cunt of yours up
onto my cock. Fuck me back, baby! I'm cumming too!!"
"Oh yes ... fill me ... fill me with your cum. Fuck me hard," Rita
gasped as she felt the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like
liquid fire. Her vagina clasped hotly around its hard-driving thickness
as her own lust-fired secretions once more erupted in adulterous answer
and spilled out into the already drowning cavern of her wildly
quivering cuntal passage.
Bob gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held
himself there to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the
sucking mouth of the young blonde's pussy.
"There's ... my ... cum ... in ... your ... cunt!" he grunted over her,
holding his exploding loins as tight as he could to her wildly gyrating
pussy flesh. He could still feel her insides still gushing forth around
his slowly deflating penis as she writhed greedily, anxious to suck
from him all the sperm he had to offer. Shoving her ass-cheeks
downward, Rita squirmed her frantically clutching anus around on his
skewering middle finger until the palm of his hand was pressed flat
against her buttocks, the tiny ring of flesh contracting around him.
Then it was all over for her. It had seemed endless, but she gave one
last groan and trembled under him as she let herself collapsed to the
floor. Her long tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she
lay spread-eagled on the rug beneath him, her eyes closed in complete
satiation.
Bob lay still for a moment, savoring the total depletion he felt in his
loins. The tender young blonde's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly
around his now limp penis, and then as he slowly pulled himself away
from her until it slipped uselessly out of her widely stretched cuntal
opening, he pulled his middle finger out from between her silken
asscheeks with a slight popping noise. As he rose to his knees above
Rita's seemingly unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled golden
hair around the sweetly pink lips of her pussy, glistening in the
lights of the room. The smooth white flesh of her splayed out inner
thighs was sticky with the mingled wetness of their lucking, cum
dripping in tiny white rivulets down the crevice of her buttocks.
For a long time the love spent couple said nothing, each lost in their
own thoughts. Bob was certain that if he could get Rita into the wife-
swapping club of the neighborhood, she would make the greatest addition
since Tina. And it wouldn't take all that much work to get her into the
club, either, not now. She would more than likely do anything he wanted
her to, now that he had brought her the happiness that her own husband
had been failing to for so long.
Rita couldn't come to grips with her thoughts. On one hand, there had
been nothing in her whole life as pleasurable as the Sucking she had
just received, and she mentally smiled as she thought of how it was a
fitting revenge to Owen for the way He had treated her.
But there was her conscience still bothering her. This was the first
time she had ever allowed a man who was not her husband to fuck her,
and she was pretty certain that Bob did not know that. He probably
thought she was very experienced in love making, but if there was
anything she could see about her life now, it was that she had been
pinning her hopes on only one man, and that was not a good thing.
But she was married, she reminded herself. As good as Bob's fucking had
been, she could not allow it to happen again. Something like cheating
on her husband wouldn't solve the problems she had with her marriage.
There had to be a better way. Now that she had become totally satiated,
maybe she would be able to think of one.
She opened her eyes and looked at Bob looking down at her. She couldn't
think of anything to say. She wanted him to stay, and she wanted him to
leave at the same time.
"Uuuuhhh ... Owen might be coming home pretty soon," she said without
the slightest emotion .
"l was thinking the same thing," he told her. "I think I'd better be
going." Then he gave her a little wink. "I think we'll be seeing a lot
more of each other," he said, reaching for his clothes and dressing.
Even as she lay on the floor in total nakedness, he was wondering how
Tina was doing with Owen. He had to smile. What would this nice little
cunt think if she knew that her husband wasn't out running the streets
as she thought he was. Even though she had just committed adultery, she
would probably be totally pissed at him for the fact that he was
fucking another woman.
"What are you smiling about?" she asked as she raised her head and
looked at him dressing.
"I'll be talking to you later," he winked, evading her question. "Don't
forget the party I mentioned."
He walked out of the house, leaving the pleasantly fucked young wife
alone with her conflicting thoughts. It hadn't seemed all that strange
to her that Owen hadn't come home yet, but as she looked around the
room, seeing her clothes scattered here and there, a twinge of guilt
hit her. She decided that she had better clean things up fast before he
did come home.
She was surprised that she had no remorse over what she had just done,
just as she had no ecstatic feelings about it either. She could see
that her life was going to be a little more complicated, and she did
feel a little guilty, but mostly her feelings were gray, rather than
either black or white, and she wondered how she would be able to relate
to Bob, rather then how she would relate to Owen ...
Chapter 4
An hour or so before Bob Reed left Rita's home, Tina and Owen entered
the lovely dark-haired woman's home. Since she knew what she was
looking for, Tina saw her husband stepping inside just as she was
leading Owen's slightly wavering car down the dark, icy street. She had
to smile to herself, thinking that, as usual, her timing and that of
her husband's was perfect.
Owen parked his car in the street and walked quickly against the blast
of cold air that threatened to bring more snow.
"Come on, coach," she called in a giddy tone, holding the door open for
him, "let's not keep the head of the house waiting. I'm certain he's
anxious to meet you."
She noticed that Bob had locked the door, a little signal that he
expected to be gone for some time. As Owen walked past her into her
home, she kept up her act that she had brought him home as much to see
her husband as anything else.
"Youuhuuu ... Bob!" she called through the empty home. "We have a
guest!" Then she turned to Owen. "He's probably upstairs or something,
taking a bath maybe."
"No, I don't think so," Owen commented, seeing the note Bob had
written. "According to this, he's pretty angry with you."
"Hummmm ... let me see that," she said, taking the paper from his
hands. She read his words, telling her that he was very angry with her
and had decided that he would go for a long extended walk ... and that
he didn't know when he would be home. She knew exactly what he was
telling her ... that he would be over at Rita's house until he finished
fucking her, and that he would give her a little signal when he was
through there. The whole thing appealed to Tina's sense of romantic
interlude, and she wadded up the note and tossed into a waste basket.
"That's what I think of his playing around," she said, walking to where
she and her husband keep their liquor. "If he thinks he's going to make
me feel guilty, he's got another thing coming."
"Maybe I should just leave," Owen said sheepishly.
"Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort," Tina demanded. "Who knows? Maybe
he'll come back. It's pretty cold out there."
Owen shrugged his shoulders, slipped out of his heavy coat and took a
seat on the couch.
"What would you like to drink?" Tina asked him.
"Oh, I don't think I should have any more to ... oh, what the hell? How
about a Scotch? On the rocks this time."
"You got it love," Tina said, making his drink, and then making another
martini for herself. As she moved around the liquor cabinet, Owen
continued to stare at her ripe, voluptuous body, at her thick black
hair that touched lightly at the out-thrusting mounds of her blouse-
covered breasts. He hadn't noticed it in the bar before, but the cotton
garment was pretty sheer ... almost transparent in fact, and he could
see that her flesh underneath was smooth and as cream white as her hair
was dark. Then, too, there was the faintest hint, just a hint, of coral
lipstick on her lush lips, and as she walked, she continued to sway her
hips in a more than casual, less than provocative manner ... enough to
make Owen's cock begin spasming again. There was no doubt about it ...
she was one hell of an attractive woman ... easily as attractive as
Rita.
"Shall we drink to friendship?" she asked in a low, throaty voice as
she handed him his drink and took a seat next to him on the couch, just
close enough to him so he could get a good view of her firm, hard
breasts, nearly visible through the sheer cloth of her blouse.
"To friendship it is," Owen said in a happy tone
as he smiled at her. The drinking he had done a little earlier was
still affecting him, and he knew that this additional liquor would more
than likely make him even drunker, but at that point, he really didn't
care.
"So tell me ... what do you think of our little community here?" Tina
asked him, resting her arm on the back of the couch and twisting her
body so that Owen had a full front view of her. She tucked one leg up
under her firm, hard buttocks, and for all the world looked almost
casual ... almost, but not quite.
"I think it's nice," Owen answered, "though I have to admit, I haven't
seen very much of it."
"Well, now, you'll have to do something about that. There wouldn't be
as many people here as there are if it weren't something of an exciting
place to live."
"I'm afraid I haven't met that many people that live out here, either,"
Owen said, feeling a little guilty about it.
"Is that so? Well, I think I can do something about that. Like I said,
Bob and I love to entertain, and we're giving a little party here next
week. We would love to have you and Rita attend."
Tina sure as hell wasn't going to tell him just what kind of a party
they were throwing ... not yet at any rate. She could see that Owen was
something of a straight and narrow man, and she didn't know how he
would react to the idea of wife swapping. Maybe in a little while.
First she was going to find out what kind of a cock he had ... and how
he used it. She couldn't believe that Owen was failing to satisfy Rita
... not with a hard-muscled body like he had. She dropped her eyes to
his loins and delighted in the massive bulge of his cock in his crotch,
and then she smiled as she thought of Bob trying to make it with Rita.
Maybe she really was frigid. That really would be a laugh!
"Let me freshen up that drink a little," she said quickly, taking his
glass from him. She didn't want to get him too drunk, but she wanted
him a little looser than he was.
Owen started to protest. He knew that sooner or later he would have to
be getting back to his wife. Even though he still believed that what
ever was the matter was her fault and not his, staying away from her
wasn't going to do any good. He really did want to talk about it, and
if he continued drinking, he wouldn't be able to.
But Tina looked so damned sensual ... the way she moves and talks and
just presents herself. Damn, but she was one really desirable piece of
ass. If he could just be unmarried for one night, he'd fuck the living
shit out of her, and then tell Rita all about it. She was wearing her
clothes so tight that he had no trouble at all picturing her naked in
his mind, her dark cuntal triangle begging for his
hand ... her seething vaginal slit begging for his cock ...
Owen felt a flush start out of his collar as Tina returned to the couch
with his freshened drink. He had to stop thinking like this. Despite
the spat he had had with Rita, he had to remember that he was married.
Managing to get his thoughts under control, the young ex-football
player turned to the brazen dark-haired woman, wondering what he could
say to her. The Scotch was making him feel warm and more relaxed as he
sipped on it.
"How long have you and Bob been married?" he asked, both to make
conversation, and to remind the two of them that she was married, and
therefore unable to do certain things. He noticed that she was looking
at him pretty much the same way he was looking at her ... obvious
desire in her eyes.
"About two years," she said, leaning just a little closer to him. "Like
I say, we have our ups and downs. I wouldn't worry too much about what
happened between you and Rita all that much. Tell me ... do you really
think she's frigid?"
Owen took a long pull on his drink, trying to formulate an answer in
his mind. "That's sort of hard to say. When we were on our honeymoon,
she was one hot little bitch."
He stopped as his eyes noticed that she had opened her thighs just a
little, causing her tight jeans to press even tighter against her cunt.
The material of her jeans followed the crack of her pussy, indenting
all along her vaginal slit. The light of the room went through the
sheer cotton blouse, revealing even more of her bosom, the darker
aureoles of her breasts contrasting sharply with the cream-whiteness of
the globes. He thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness
of her nipples, and a flush came to his collar again. He knew he had to
stop thinking like this, but he couldn't take his eyes from her
provocative lushness. His penis began spasming in his pants again. Once
... twice, letting him know that he was losing control over his body.
And remembering what Rita had told him was making him more anxious than
ever to prove her wrong. He tried to settle himself down by taking
another long pull of his drink.
Internally, Tina was a seething froth of excitement and impending
triumph. She could see that he was slowly but surely breaking down.
Thus far, it seemed to her that the only thing that was standing
between her cunt and his visibly swelling cock was a marriage license,
and she believed that it was little more than a piece of paper ...
hardly a strong defense against anything. She could feel the initial
warm seepings of excitement begin to flow down between her legs as she
thought of what would be taking place in just a little while. Oooooo
... she was going to take his cock for a ride that he would never
forget.
"You were telling me that Rita was a virgin when you married her?" she
said to keep the conversation going along the lines she wanted.
Owen tried to remember if he had told her something like that, but he
decided that it didn't make any difference, really.
"That's right. She was."
"I should think that a man with all your experience would want to marry
a woman who had at least some experience herself," she commented,
glancing at the front of his pants from beneath lowered lids. She was
certain she could see his cock pulsing there now, pushing his trouser
material out briefly as it jumped spasmodically from time to time. Her
cuntal juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation.
Things were working out just fine, though they weren't going fast
enough to suit her.
Owen was getting more flushed with her demanding conversation.
"To be quite honest," he told her, "Now that I think about it, it might
have been better if I'd married a woman with some knowledge of what sex
was all about. I had to teach her everything, and I don't think she
made a very good student."
"I'll bet you were one hell of a teacher," she said in a low, sultry
voice."
Owen looked at her eyes for a moment, sensing that she was coming on to
him stronger than ever now, as though she wanted him to make a first
move. That was something he couldn't do, despite her alluring, blood-
heating nearness. Damn ... he began wishing that he hadn't had so much
to drink, while at the same time wishing that he weren't married to
Rita or anyone else. If he were back in college with Tina, he would
have had her clothes off and his cock in her cunt by now.
Damn! He had to stop thinking like that. There was nothing to be gained
with thoughts of that kind except more frustration than Rita had
already given him.
The confused ex-football player drank again from his glass. He felt a
warm relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. When he had been in
training in college, he had not done very much drinking at all, and
even though he did drink now, his body still wasn't all that used to
it. The drinks were having a heightening effect on his bloodstream,
while at the same time dulling his mind, so that the pounding of his
heart seemed twice as loud. He kept staring at the sultry smiling face
of Tina Reed, at the kind of miasma of total sex she exuded, the full
rich softness of her firm, high breasts. Damn! Getting his hands on
those tits of hers would be sheer heaven. He'd like to take each nipple
in his mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue. That would
show Rita that he didn't have any problems.
Owen felt his cock jerk into sudden rigidity with that thought, as
though it were alive, trying to break out of its cloth prison. He took
a deep breath and finished his drink, trying to will his penis into
limpness again. He had to stop thinking about fucking Tina. That was
all there was to it. His cock acted as though it had a mind of its own,
and remained achingly, throbbingly erect and blood-swollen. Guiltily,
his eyes went to Tina's face.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants!
And she was smiling!!
"Well, now ... that's really interesting," she said in a chipper voice.
"Uhhh ... what is?"
"Your erection," she said in a voice that was both casual and arousing
at the same time. "That huge erection of yours."
His breath quickened at her blatantcy, and he bit on his lower lip.
"I think it would be a shame to waste a huge hard-on like that," she
said, smiling and looking at him as she sipped on her drink. "I know I
would hate to see it go to waste, and with Rita mad at you, you'll just
have to do something else with it than fuck her. Right?"
"I ... I ... I," he stuttered.
"What would you say to putting it in my cunt for a change. How would
you like to fill my tight little pussy with that huge hardness. You
could fuck it between my legs and fill my pussy with your cum. Doesn't
that sound like a lot of fun?"
"Oh God!" Owen gasped. His cock was palpitating wildly now, and his
brain was reeling. Shit, he knew she had been coming on to him, but
this was more than a simple come-on. She was mentally raping him, even
though she knew he was warned ... Hell, even though she was married
herself. His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering
sperm. He needed a release, and with Rita thinking about him the way
she was, he knew he wouldn't be getting it with her But he couldn't
just fuck another man's wife ... could he?
The dark-haired young woman leaned closer to him, and he could feel her
hot breath on his cheek, threatening to melt his flesh there. She
touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn through the
cloth. "Well, love. Wouldn't you like to show me what you can do with
that penis of yours? especially now that it's hard and hot and all? "
"Tina ... please ... look ... I'm married ... and ..."
"I'm married too," she retorted, knowing that he would more than likely
try to fall back on that excuse. "Rita doesn't appreciate you ... Bob
doesn't appreciate me. I say we get back at them."
Owen opened and closed his mouth again and again, trying to think of
something to say. He had been thinking exactly that thought himself,
but he never thought he would have the opportunity to go through with
it. Now that it did, the reality of the situation was getting too much
for him to handle.
"My cunt's on fire right this minute, love," Tina purred. "The only
thing it wants is a big, hard throbbing penis, flooding the fires with
cum and sperm I can see that you have a big cock, Owen ..."
As she spoke, she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-covered
penis.
Owen almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the
electric shock of her touch on his super-sensitive cock. A number of
women in college had been this forward, but that was in another time
... in another place, when he didn't have a marriage license preventing
him from doing what he really wanted.
He was held frozen as Tina stroked his penis lightly, tantalizingly,
increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her breasts pressed softly,
hotly, against his arm as she moved still closer to him. Her lips found
his jaw and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue
flicking out to trail a path of fire over his shin as her hand
continued to run his greatly swollen penis.
"Tina ... I ... please ... for God's sake ... what about Bob?"
"You want to fuck me," she said, ignoring his plea "You know you want
to fuck me. And I want you to. What more do you need?"
Her voice was like that of a hypnotist's, and Owen could feel his
resistance disappearing quickly with each pass her hand made along the
hardened shaft of his excited penis.
"No ... no ... I ... Tina ... oh, fuck it. Yes, for Christ sake."
Owen couldn't help himself. The image of Rita telling him that he
couldn't satisfy her had made him so pissed off at her that he wanted
to prove her wrong. If she didn't want what he had to offer, why
shouldn't he fuck a woman who could appreciate him?
And suddenly, his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue thrusting
deep into her mouth. Tina's hand began to move faster and faster on his
turgid, swollen shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue,
swirling hers around and around his, darting into his mouth and then
pulling out. Without even thinking twice now, Owen brought his hand up
and found her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft, hot, pliant
flesh momentarily, then pulling open her buttons and reaching inside
the garment, exposing one naked breast with its desire-swollen nipple
and dark pink aureole. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid
which seeped from the gland on the head of his cock as she continued to
massage him through his pants.
Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft, warm resilient
flesh of her round firm breast and his rigidly erect cock jerking
almost out of control, he remembered that her husband could come home
at any moment. The vision of Bob coming home and seeing him like this
struck Owen's mind like a boxer's blow.
MY GOD! What if he walked in on us while we were fucking? I can hold my
own against some pretty strong guys, but a husband that catches his
wife with another man can get so pissed he would act like a raving
animal. I'd never be able to take someone like that. Why the fuck did
she have to get me so hot?
He wrenched himself violently from Tina, pulling his mouth from hers,
turning his body so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was
flushed crimson, mostly from his anger at having pent up arousal that
he would not be able to release.
"What's the matter?" she asked in a teasing voice. "Could it be that
Rita was right?"
He wanted to haul off and smash her when she said that, and he turned
to face her angrily.
"Or could it be that you're worried about Bob coming home? I'll bet
that's what it is. Well ... you read the note. I don't think he'll be
home for quite some time."
"No ... He might come back ... we can't ... we shouldn't ..."
"Forget about him," she whispered, almost wishing that she could tell
him how she knew her husband wouldn't be in for some time. She didn't
want to tip her hand though. "We have plenty of time. You want to fuck
me as much as I want you to. it'll be good, Owen, so wonderful to have
your cock up into my cunt, fucking together ..."
"No!" he shouted, jumping up from the couch. If he were in his own
home, where he had a little more control of the situation, he wouldn't
have hesitated, now that his cock was throbbing painfully. But Bob
could walk in at any time, and irate husband was one person he never
wanted to meet. He could feel his heart pounding violently in his
chest, and he was aware that his cock was still seeping hot wet
droplets of pre-cum into his pants. He had to get out of the house. Bob
could be coming back at any moment. He started to walk to where he had
dropped his coat over a chair.
And from behind him, Tina's voice whispered, "Owen, lover."
He turned, determined that he was putting his foot down with her, but
when he saw her, he couldn't say anything. His mouth gaped open, and
his eyes felt as though they were going to leave his head with shock.
Tina had already removed her blouse, and was slithering out of her
tight jeans, peeling them down over the fullness of her hips and thighs
even as he stared at her. She was so eager that she had pulled her
nylon panties with her jeans, and as he watched, held transfixed by his
increasing lust for her, she stepped out of her clothing, kicking her
jeans to one side, and then leaving her legs spread wide apart, her
head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him
with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten-
like. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina
were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the pure black kinked hair of
her cuntal mound glistened with the reflection of her overhead lights,
tiny drops of her cuntal lubrication looking like jewels in the thickly
matted jungle. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as
though they had some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended.
Her long slender legs were moist with the flowing juices from her
passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"You like what you see?" she asked. "Do you like what your neighbor
has? You can come and take it, Owen, love."
"Jesus!" The word choked past his dry throat, and that was all. He
could only stare at her, at her totally salacious, wanton pose ... and
his cock began its maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, deliberately, Tina lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his,
and pressed her fingertips to her coal-black curling pubic mound,
caressing herself down between her legs, her nails glistening as they
blazed a path through the thick silken hair of her cuntal mound. When
her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her legs, she
placed the thumb and fore finger of her right hand on either side of
the soft shining lips and gently spread them apart, revealing the tiny
pink bud of her clitoris to Owen's lust-ridden gaze. With her left
forefinger then, she traced up her cuntal slit until her fingertip came
into contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once ... twice
... sending more and more of her cuntal lubrication trailing down her
inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower and poised at the lips
of her vagina, finally slipping easily up inside, buried all the way to
the second knuckle. She pulled it out, then slid it in again ... pulled
it out, slid it in, finger-fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon.
Faster and faster her finger slid wetly, hotly in and out of her naked,
tight cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with
delight at the sensations searing through her loins, Tina began to talk
to Owen in that low, sensual voice she had been using ever since she
talked to him earlier in the day.
"I want you to fuck me, Owen. I want you to fuck me like I've never
been fucked before. You can do it, love, I know you can. You have a
nice big cock, and I want it so bad. I want to feel your cock in my
cunt. My fingers aren't enough, Owen ... I have to have your cock ..."
Owen couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hell, there had been women
throwing themselves at him when he was in college, but not even the
most wanton of them went this far to have his cock fucking in them. He
could feel himself falling from his resolve to remain faithful to his
wife, and his fear that Bob might come home and find him fucking Tina
hardly seemed to matter anymore. Shit ... whatever it was that he had
had in college was still with him, and if Rita didn't want it, then why
not give it to Tina? This finger-fucking little bitch was more than
asking for it. She couldn't have been more convincing if she had
pressed a gun at his head. He was going to fuck this naked cunt all
right.
And boy, was he going to fuck her!
Making an almost inhuman groan in his chest, he walked over to her. He
watched her middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her
vagina as he approached, and her smile became totally wanton as she
knew that she had triumphed. His hands went to her, pulling her finger
away from her tight cunt with a loud wet sluicing sound, rubbing her
body hard against his, grinding her naked hips against him as her mouth
sought and then found his.
Then her hands were on his belt, feverishly pulling it open, as though
she couldn't wait for him to get around to taking his own clothes off.
She tossed his clothing around the room uncaringly.
Now he was as naked as she was, his thick, blood-enraged cock standing
out at an acute angle from his loins, quivering, seeping seminal fluid.
"Oooooooohhhhh ... Owen ... it's ... it's huge!" she said, hardly able
to contain her shock at its massiveness. She had felt how big it was
when she had been stroking it through his pants, but now that she could
see it, she knew that she had underestimated its size. For a moment,
she wondered if its massiveness would actually fit between her legs,
and she swallowed hard in her anticipation of what it would feel like
ramming all the way up into her belly, filling her to the brim with the
river of sperm she was certain he could shoot into her.
"You wanted it, lover, and now you're going to get it," Owen said,
feeling himself in total command. He delighted in the shocked
expression on her face as she gazed at his penis. Shit, she may have
teased and seduced him, but he was feeling those old sensations coming
back to him ... those feelings he had had when he was in college, and
he was going to show this black-haired wanton what a real penis was
like. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it," he said,
pursing his lips, feeling a surge of strength.
The sound of his voice broke the spell the sight of his cock had put
her under, and she laughed, delighted. She pulled him down to the
floor, entwining her body with his. Owen didn't care about anything now
except this soft, musky-smelling neighbor who was pressed tightly to
him. Hell, if her husband came home right now, he wouldn't be able to
stop fucking Tina. Bob would just have to wait! Dimly, he thought that
he might feel something like regret that he had cheated on his wife,
but after what she had told him about his not being able to please her,
that was just too bad.
Owen showered hot, moist kisses over Tina's face, her throat, into the
valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth cheeks of her
ass, cupping her buttocks, squeezing the pliant, dough-like flesh which
had looked so nice straining against her jeans. She was breathing into
his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside,
racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand
searched down between their tightly locked bodies, locating the searing
hardness of his fully expanded penis. He gasped as the hot scorching
tips of her fingers circled around his lustfully rigid cock, and then
his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled
together, as though they were trying to blend into one. Tina crushed
the full length of her body desperately against his and ground her
pelvis hard onto him. Then she twisted suddenly, pulling him astride
her, opening her legs wide, her cunt flairing, eagerly waiting.
The lust-incited young wife's hands were running wildly up and down his
body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back,
the tautly clenched cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as though
he were a new toy for her to play with.
Owen suspected that she still thought she had the upper hand. Well ...
he decided that he would put an end to that once and for ail. He pulled
his body away from her, determined that he was going to make her a
squirming mass of female flesh. She had tried to control him, but he
knew how he would get the total upper hand. He lifted his body up off
of her, despite the fact that she was trying to keep him down.
"Wha ... what are you doing?" she asked, a small trace of fear in her
voice. She was fully convinced that she was going to have his massive
penis sawing up into her needing pussy, and to not have him now would
be the cruelest torture she could think of.
Owen grunted, hardly hearing her as he took a little moment to gaze at
the full softness of her breasts, his breath catching in his throat as
he began to massage them, loving the way her nipples burned into his
palms. He was on his knees, his legs on either side of her hips now,
and he moved his body and bent down for a closer look as the thin pink
ribbon of flesh running the length of her loins, separating the flushed
lips of her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like spheres of her
buttocks. He sucked in his breath at the lust-inciting spectacle,
sensing that what he had in mind for her would really turn the both of
them on. He could still feel the blood pounding through his cock, and
he knew that she would take care of him, but on his terms now, and not
hers. This was going to be really nice ... all the nicer because it was
his idea! She didn't know what she was unleashing when she turned him
on, but she was going to find out all right ... and fast!
He moved his hands down along the sides of her body, bringing them to
the dark hair of her cunt, then, using his thumbs pressed to either
side of her pouting vaginal lips, he teasingly spread the vertical
crevice until its moist pinkness completely flowered open to him, and
he panted lustfully at its sparkling delicacy. He felt her warm, soft
inner thighs quiver against the backs of his powerful, well-controlled
hands, and he heard her breath hitch deep in her throat, as though she
didn't know what he was doing yet, but loved the feeling of his skilled
hands on her pussy lips. Tina really didn't know what he was going to
do. She had felt a bitter disappointment when he pulled his hard-
muscled body off of hers, the cool air blasting at her nakedness
telling her that she was not going to have his penis in her vagina. But
his hands on her quivering cunt told her that she had not lost him
totally ... that he had something in mind, even if it wasn't what she
wanted. Nevertheless, she moaned at the stimulating sensations his
teasing of her naked cunt were bringing her. She had thought that she
was already as aroused as she could be, but she found that she was
wrong. Now that Owen was taking complete charge, she could feel an
unbelievable wave of rapidly mounting desire washing through her. Tiny
electric-like shocks in highly concentrated desire began to ripple
along the satiny white flesh of her inner thighs, and she squirmed her
full, rounded buttocks down hard on the floor, feeling that she was
starting to lose her mind already, her moans of sparking passion coming
from the provoking his fingers made on her pussy. They felt so much
better than her own had, and she sensed an increasing of her cuntal
lubrication, preparing her for ...
For what?
Knowingly, expertly, Owen leaned closer to her loins, pulling her legs
apart and wedging his knees between them now. Her loins were more open
to his lust-controlled gaze than they had ever been, and he slithered
his body down far enough so that his head could be placed a scant few
inches from the tightly tangled hair of her pussy.
Then he lashed out with his tongue, slicing hotly through the softly
fringing curls enshrining her tiny, erect clitoris. He grinned this
time between her open pussy lips as he felt the erotic shock of his hot
moist contact surge convulsively through her.
''Ooooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhhh ..." she moaned as she raised her head to
stare down between her full, nipple-hardened breasts so that she could
better watch the handsome young man licking her vagina. She had never
given this action a thought, knowing that if he did something like
that, she wouldn't have any control over him at all. As long as she had
his penis in her cunt, she believed, she would be better able to
maneuver him. But again she had underestimated his abilities. He really
knew what he was doing with women, and she could feel her reason being
swept up in a whirling vortex of mounting passion.
"Ooooo ..." she gasped again, twitching and writhing as his hot wet
lips closed over the sable curls at the base of her quaking, soft belly
to suck and nibble teasingly while she watched. She saw his face
disappear further down into the dampened furrow between her trembling
thighs which he was raising upward now and pressing back relentlessly
toward her full round breasts, while he planted sizzling kisses on the
thin pink ribbon of her wet cuntal flesh, his tongue flicking with
serpent-like stabs at the now palpitating opening.
Owen was beside himself with delight. Once, early in his marriage to
Rita, he had tried to lick and suck at her vagina, but she had been so
adamant with her protests at the action that he had finally given in to
her wishes. Hell, he didn't care what she did as long as his cock was
taken care of, and her nice blonde pussy did that just fine. Now that
he was fucking a woman who obviously like all forms of pleasure, he was
going to show her what he was like. He opened his mouth and pressed his
lips tightly against her passion-flushed cuntal flanges, driving his
tongue deeply into her.
Tina gasped with a shuddering, hissing sound beneath his assault.
Things were not going according to the plan she's had in mind, but she
didn't care about that any more. Her elbows were pressed tightly
against her ribs and her head tossed from side to side in her mounting
passion. She wanted to have control over him again, but he had moved so
swiftly and was now acting so totally lustful that she could only
surrender to the overwhelming passion consuming her.
Owen had sucked the cunts of a lot of coeds, and he knew exactly what
he was doing to Tina now. His experienced lips sucked wetly, drawing
the soft warm folds of her raw vaginal flesh into the cavern of his
gently nibbling mouth, while his hot thick tongue continued its
maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her flowered
open pussy.
Even though Tina tried to regain control of her handsome neighbor, she
could tell it was going to be useless. All of reality was melting in
front of her eyes in a seething flame of wildly growing passion. She
shivered as she sensed his hot breath grazing her sensitively inflamed
genitals and she moaned aloud again in a gasping tempo. Again she
raised her head, catching her breath as she heard him grunt lustfully,
then felt the full length of his long hot tongue thrust wetly up into
the clasping velvety sheath of her vagina.
"Ooooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhhh ..." she choked, hearing her own plea, her
body responding with spasmodic lurches as his tongue slithered in and
out of her moistly clutching pussy in beast-like fury. She didn't know
why, but the sensations that were whipping through her body as Owen
slid his thick tongue up into the seething cavern of her cunt were
greater now then when Bob did the same thing to her. She would never
have thought such a thing was possible, but she was he no condition to
stop and think about it. She was going to enjoy every lustful second of
the cunt-sucking she was getting, come hell or high water.
Owen Temple slaved hungrily, feeling the silky curls of her pubic hair
brushing his cheeks with a lust-taunting delight. He was slowly
stroking the heavy foreskin of his long thickly hardened cock back and
forth over its blood-engorged head while he continued to spear his hot
flicking tongue deeper and deeper into her searing vaginal passage. He
smoothed his powerful hands up over her satin-skinned, flat belly to
the resilient, desire-swollen globes of her full, warmly trembling
breasts, pinching and rolling the pebble-hard nipples between his
fingers, cupping and squeezing the white, yielding mounds, while his
ravaging tongue performed lasciviously at the widespread crevice
between her passion-trembling legs.
Loud wet sucking sounds filled the room, and her groans of budding
rapture drove his rapacious tongue faster and faster as it worked its
way up and down between the throbbing pulsing lips of her wildly
palpitating cunt. Yeah ... he had her now all right. There was no doubt
about it. She had been teasing him all day, wanting to have his huge,
aching penis up into her hungry little vagina. He could pretty much see
now that she like to control the men who fucked her, and she had
thought that she had found a new conquest in Owen. Well ... she had
another thought coming. Rita couldn't control him, and neither could
Tina. Sucking and licking at her pussy was driving her wild, and she
was like putty in his hands, just as he had been a little earlier in
the evening, when he had watched her fingering her vagina. She had been
begging for his cock a little while ago, and she would be in just a few
moments again, but this time there would be a difference. This time he
was going to Eve it to her on his terms, and not hers. She might be a
hard-boiled little cock tease, but he was in complete control now, and
he felt a lot better for that!
He couldn't help from gloating as suddenly her small soft hands began
toying about his head, her long fingers running caressingly through his
hair while moans unceasingly emitted from her. Finally she was
clutching, the moans tumbling from her petulant lips in a rhythmic
chant, her beautiful head flailing from side to side ... until finally
the soft hands were trying to guide his hotly working mouth tightly to
the small nibbling hole of her cunt. He complied, pressing his wet lips
to the desire-wet vaginal opening, plunging his stiffened tongue once
more into the raw velvety-smooth flesh, then quickly withdrawing it to
tantalize the ragged, hair-lined lips of her flushed pussy.
She cried out in her lust-infused passion, wildly writhing her smoothly
rounded hips and ovalled buttocks beneath his salacious oral fucking.
Again and again he thrust his stiffened cock-like tongue up into her
seething channel. His hot moist lips were glued to the clasping,
viscous opening, bringing a continual series of guttural groans from
the voluptuously naked woman whose warm, full thighs were opening and
closing spasmodically around both sides of his nearly submerged head.
Owen could feel the sleek rubbery cuntal flesh slip moistly around his
long extended tongue. The delicately ribbed walls of her dilated vagina
opened and closed in unmistakable hungry sucking actions, attempting to
draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. Christ ... it seemed that
her clasping pussy throat was suddenly trying with a separate lust of
its own to extract his tongue by the roots and omnivorously devour it.
Her heels began to push down against the muscles of his back, pressing
his big, powerful body into the hot quivering flesh trap between her
salaciously spread thighs. His nose was tight against her quivering
clitoris, and with every inhalation he sensed the arousing, poignant
aroma of her lustfully growing passion. Its delicate piquancy was
driving his throbbing cock into an impossible hardness, a swollen,
blood-filled erection that had begun to ache with the agony of an
exposed tooth nerve. He had to do something with it soon, or his cum-
bloated balls were going to blow apart.
Tina's voluptuously naked young body was completely swept up in the
breathtaking sensual rapture overwhelming her. She had never expected
anything like this, and its sheer force was more than she could handle.
Her brain was reeling in a wild vortex of intense desire, realizing
that she had lost all physical control, both over herself and the man
who was giving her such incredible pleasure. His oral fucking was
totally satisfying. Hardly anything made sense to her now, even the
plan she and her husband had been working on ... only the maddening
sensations his delicious hot tongue and sucking mouth were causing to
saturate her entire passion-inflamed body mattered. Every muscle in her
erotically fired being was tensed as she strained her soft, white hips
and tautly rounded buttocks upward in unbidden wantonness toward the
earth-shattering ecstasy he was building between her quivering, spread
thighs.
Her long, drawn-up legs opened and closed around the skillfully working
mouth, controlling the ravenous, pleasureful tongue that was licking
and spiraling into her passion-seared cuntal channel. The cords of her
neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head
frantically, splaying her curvaceously shaped limbs out wider and wider
to the sides, allowing his deeper access into her seething, demanding
hole.
She wanted to be his ... wanted him to do to her as he wished. The
tables were completely turned now ... First she had been controlling
him, but now that he was controlling her, she found that she was
deriving a far greater pleasure from it.
"Oooohhhhh ... GOD!" she whimpered, her thought train severed as he
slipped his big hands beneath her twitching buttocks and pulled them up
to him with possessive authority. They trembled and spasmed of their
own volition beneath the plunging hot tongue sending wild erotic
charges of unprecedented sensation screaming through her insanely
aroused body. And then, suddenly, she felt his searing tongue flick
from her wildly tingling vagina downward along the smooth, hairless
crevice between the ovalled spheres of her fully rounded ass cheeks to
the tiny raised ring of her puckered anus. Responsively she stiffened,
moaning in lustful delight at the wet, delicious contact of his burning
tongue orb her sensitive anal lips. She closed her eyes in steeped
passion at the licentious fermentations the lurid act added to her
already overwhelmingly excited young flesh. Oh God ... it was too much
... too much, she sensually reasoned, rolling her naked hips and trying
to screw her excited rectum back onto his stiffly probing tongue. She
had to do something for him ... something that would let him know how
wonderfully magnificent he was ... how much she loved what he was doing
to her ... something that would thank him for the ecstasy he was
bringing her.
"Oooohhh ... turn around. GOD! Turn around, quick, so I can have your
cock! I want to suck your cock, lover ... Please ... hurry!" she
pleaded salaciously.
Her words were like a charge of electricity bolting through him, the
very lust-infusing sounds he had been waiting to hear. She had been
wanting his penis all night, but this time he was certain she wouldn't
be able to survive without it!
Without hesitation, the ex-football player knelt up and twisted his
body around, while she lay there with half-closed eyes in her
nakedness, tossing her head as little mewls and whimpers erupted from
her slender, white throat in sensual anticipation. His cock jerked and
throbbed insanely as he eagerly turned around on all fours above her,
then buried his face in her dampened, hair-fringed loins once more. As
his hot, wet tongue lashed out to lave through the moist, velvety flesh
between her blood swollen cunt lips, Owen felt her small hand and
fingers curling around the throbbing hardness of his long, thick cock
that he knew was hanging down like a stallion's between his muscular
thighs, and he grunted out his guttural delight, thrusting his
stiffened tongue deeper into her clasping cuntal channel.
The lizard-like reinvasion only served to personify what Tina had
thought before ... he was the most fulfilling lover she could remember
having ... better than her husband, and she wanted to prove it to him.
She had to! But even as the fantastic sensations of erotic rapture
immediately began to chum madly again within her naked body, the actual
sight and feel of his cock once again telegraphed momentary spasms of
unwanted fear. She had forgotten how large it was, and now it seemed
even larger. Dear God! Her slender fingers could hardly encircle it,
and his heavy, sperm-bloated bails encased in their hairy sac hanging
down above her face were a bull-like phenomenon in themselves. Yet the
very hugeness of their unique and virile masculinity fired a loving
warmth inside her and she raised her head excitedly. With her mouth
ovalled wide, she let her moistened, lush lips slip warmly and wetly
over the sheathed cockhead, while she held to its heavy base with both
thumbs and forefingers to pull back its thick foreskin, then tried
anxiously to take more than she was capable of into her salivating
mouth.
In her unbridled desire, she sucked it so deeply into her hot, wet
cavity that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to
catch her breath, then began to feverishly run her tongue up and down
the soft sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral
touch and ardently tasting the heady spice of its seeping seminal
fluid. While her tiny tongue worked in slavish passion, she cupped and
deliciously caressed his heavy, cum-inflated balls with affection, tiny
explosions of scintillating lust bursting ho her sensuously blinded
brain, and he began to move up and down ... gently in and out of her
mouth with his thick, hardened cock in a licentious rhythm to his own
lashing, probing tongue thrusting and swirling deeply in her wet,
searing cunt.
Oh, God! She could have him any time she wanted ... even when the swap
group didn't meet. She could go over to his house and have him lick her
cunt ... she could have him come to her house and she would suck in his
cock ... and Bob or no one would stop her. His penis was magnificent
... his handsome throbbing, delicious cock ... and she would suck it
right down into her throat for him, as huge and hot as it was!
These thoughts flashed through Tina's lust-crazed mind as she
intermittently sucked and licked with fury on Owen's hardened rod of
white-hot cock flesh, its smooth rubbery head brushing at her palate,
while the handsome young man worked hungrily at her impassioned, naked
loins, his big hands beneath and clutching the resiliently white
rounded mounds of her writhing buttocks, his hot tongue burrowing
deeper and deeper into her moist, wantonly accepting pussy.
Then, another new sensation of prurience registered in her desire-
incited brain! She felt his long, thick finger suddenly working at the
tiny puckered mouth of her exposed anus! Her breath quickened as she
momentarily forgot all else. She sensed his finger stiffening ...
abruptly, pushing into the snug mouth with a quick, unpainful
challenge, and the long invader slid right up the warm spongy confines
of her rectal passage like another cock, all the way to the palm of his
big, cupping hand against the rounded, yielding spheres of her wide-
spread, white buttocks.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh ..." she moaned around his expanding hard cock in her
sucking mouth, in ecstasy and delight as her lips and tongue slowed
momentarily in their swirling motion, his sudden intrusion into her
tightly clenched asshole causing an immediate twinge of orgasm to start
building in her soft belly and fervid loins. She felt his mouth fixed
against the round, elasticized vaginal hole of her sensuously inflamed
cunt, his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the moistened,
sensitive-fleshed walls in lust spiraling cadence to his long thick
finger fucking deeply into her openly presented asshole. Frantically,
she began to nurse and suck the hot, hard thickness of his huge penis
with all her inbred feminine ability, her cheeks hollowing and
ballooning almost painfully, while her soft, white belly rose and fell
hungrily as she pulled at him.
God, how she wanted him to cum when she did! He had to, she thought
passionately ... desperately ... him squirting his hot, thick cum into
her mouth while the same maddening sensations burst inside her! But ...
but he'd have to hurry, she reasoned, her lips clasped tightly around
the pulsing, blood-filled head of his long, thick cock, and at that
very moment, deep in her seething belly and passion-inflamed loins, the
first spasms of ecstasy were beginning. She squeezed with enslaved
affection at his swinging, sperm-bloated balls above her face, then
raked her nails knowingly beneath them, as simultaneously, she strained
to her own heatedly rising climax!
Owen Temple was well aware that the naked, writhing young woman
straining beneath him was going to cum. Every muscle and cord, each
squirming movement and response of her perspiring, voluptuously
impassioned body telegraphed the event to his brain. Jesus ... if there
was any further proof that he was still the lover he had been in
college, Tina Reed was that proof. The way she was sucking his
throbbing hard cock while he tongued and bit at the hot, quivering
flesh of her salaciously grinding cunt was enough to make him blow his
mind. Fuck ... she was going to cum all right ... and again and again
and again, so that she wouldn't know which end was up!
Tina half-screamed. She couldn't do more. Her breath caught somewhere
between her lungs and throat. The overwhelming explosion inside her
caused her entire naked body to shudder enrapturously. Her mind played
no part. She was mentally swept away in its thunderous cataclysm ...
and then a second time ... and a third! Dear God, she was cumming again
... and she did! His wonderful, wild tongue played skillfully around
the outer perimeter of her tiny, palpitating clitoris, taunting her to
climax after climax, and she never wanted him to stop!
Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off his cock and cried: "Ooohh ...
damn, lover ... Keep doing it ... I'm cumming and cumming and cumming.
Oooohhh ... please ... squirt your hot cum in my mouth so I can taste
and swallow it! Ooooohhhhh ... don't stop! Lick my cunt while I suck
your cock ...!"
Owen felt her hot mouth eagerly absorbing his thick hardness once more.
Her licentious plea was too much for him. He felt the sperm building so
hotly down in his balls rumble and ferment at the peaking lust of her
words. Shit ... he wished it could go on and on ... but he had one
consolation. This wasn't the end. Hell, no ... it was just the
beginning. As long as Rita didn't appreciate what he had, he might just
as well be spending his time with a woman ... a total woman who did!
Tina had no conception of space and time. Her series of climaxes had
completely destroyed reality ... and she was cumming again! Oooooohhhhh
... Her soft, sensuous body felt as though it had been impregnated with
a million needles! Her wet, seething cunt drifted on a cloud of its
own! She could cum a million times ... but then she felt the big man's
loins jerk above her face, the massive rubbery head of his long thick
cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth ... and suddenly it
came!
She wasn't quite ready when with a spontaneous burst it shot down into
the back of her throat in wild, powerful spurts of teeming creamy
liquid, gush after gush of the hot, sweet, male-tasting sperm, joined
by the convulsive tremors of her nakedly lurching hips and loins as her
umpteenth climax erupted in a wild explosion of blinding, lustful
bliss. Again and again, he spewed his virile jets of thick, boiling cum
deep in her throat, and she groaned while she continued swallowing and
sucking fiendishly, her adam's apple bobbing desperately, frothy
remnants bubbling out around her tightly locked lips, as she swallowed
and swallowed the flood of nectarous semen squirting into the warm
receptive shelter of her mouth.
Having finished with Rita, Bob was, by this time, back at his own home.
He had been watching the last ten minutes or so at the incredible cock
and cunt sucking taking place in his living room. The only thing he
could not understand about the whole situation was what the problem
could be between Owen and Rita. Obviously Owen was capable of
satisfying Tina, and Bob knew that Rita was far from frigid.
Standing on his front porch looking through the picture window of his
home, Bob Reed shook his head. If there was ever a couple that needed
the use of a wife swapping club, it was the Temples.
The cold winter air blew around him, reminding him that there were
better things to do than stay out in the cold watching his wife and
another man. Chuckling to himself, he headed in the direction of the
nearest telephone booth. He and his wife had a little signal. He would
dial his own number and let the phone ring once, a message to his wife
that he would be coming home in a half hour or so. Tina could make up
some excuse to get Owen out of the house without having him lose too
much face. Then Bob and his wife would compare notes and work from
there.
Chapter 5
The next week passed quickly at times, and slowly at others. Both Owen
and Rita, knowing that they had been cheating on each other, tried hard
to please each other. When Owen had arrived back at his house, he was a
little sheepish with Rita. The last thing he wanted her to suspect was
that he had been fucking the lovely dark haired woman who lived just
two doors down from him. He was very apologetic with Rita, and he
refused to get angry with her, no matter what she said. While fucking
Tina in her mouth had been something he wanted to do over and over
again, he still liked the thought of being married to Rita. After all,
of all the women he had known in college, he had chosen to marry Rita
because he loved her, and feelings like that die very hard.
But he really had nothing to worry about with Rita. She had done
something she never thought she would do in her life ... let a man who
was not her husband fuck her, and in her own home no less. If Owen ever
found out about that, she thought, he would beat her to within an inch
of her life and leave her. She loved him, and had ever since their
first date. Even though Bob Reed had given her the orgasm her own
husband had been failing to for the last six months or so, she was
certain, now more than ever, that the problem lie with Owen. She wasn't
going to bring it up again, though, since she was certain that she
would let something slip about her escapade with Bob.
For the week before the party, both Owen and Rita were tense with each
other, each trying overly hard to please the other in bed. It was from
trying so hard that they both failed. Instead of doing those things
which should come naturally, they were trying to cover up those things
they considered mis-deeds.
The end result was, by the end of the week, that they were both on
edge, and could just about stand being with each other. Neither one had
managed to find the courage to talk much to the Reeds, though
separately, on different occasions during the week, both Owen and Rita
had called them up to confirm the party.
It was the party that the two of them were living for. The week of
being in the same room with each other and not being able to think of
anything to say was driving them both up a wall. Even though they had
secret apprehensions about being with Tina and Bob, they believed that
with so many other people around, their tensions would loosen up
somewhat, and that it would be enjoyable.
All day Saturday, while Owen was away with the kids at the ice rink,
Rita straightened up the house and made herself as presentable as she
could. She wanted to make a good impression, not only on Bob again, and
on Tina as well, but on the new people they would be meeting. She
washed and set her golden, thick hair, making it fluffy without being
frizzy, and while she had never felt the need for make up before, she
decided that this time she would apply just a bit. She didn't know what
kind of people she would be meeting, and she wanted to make sure she
offended none of them by being too outlandish or too flippant and
casual. She highlighted her cheeks with a hint of red, adding some of
the color she had lost during the sunless winter. She glossed her lips
with a flesh-tone lipstick, making them shine moistly. She did her
nails in a clear lacquer and her eyes in a black liner. Then deciding
that she would wear her two-piece black pants suit, she presented
herself in the full length mirror of her bedroom for a final
inspection. black pants suit, she presented herself in the full length
mirror of her bedroom for a final inspection.
She had always thought that she had a nice figure, and she had been
told as much many times, but when she looked at herself in the mirror,
she had to admit that she had really out-done herself this time. For a
moment, she wondered if perhaps she weren't going a little too far. The
blouse of the pants suit was designed in such a way so that the top two
buttons could be either fastened or not, and she had decided that she
would leave them open. The cream whiteness of her flesh contrasted
sharply with the black of the blouse, revealing a deep-plunging neck
line and the fleshy cleft of her full, round breasts. The delightfully
eye pleasing globes looked as though they wanted to tear the garment
asunder, and wearing a bra to pull them together was useless with the
outfit she had chosen. It just wouldn't look right at all. She stepped
back a bit to admire the way her clothing followed the curves and
contours of her form, hugging her waist and thighs, showing her for the
total woman she knew she was. The final addition was a simple silver
necklace, and she was amazed at how sensual and ... well ... sexy it
made her look. She was smiling at her reflection, knowing that the
evening would be a nice one, when she heard Owen come home.
He ran up the stairs, sounding as though he had worked up a lot of
energy at the hockey practice, and she knew, she just knew, that the
party was the very thing she and Owen needed. She turned to face him as
he came into the bedroom, remembering what had happened the last time
he had come home from the rink. She didn't want to do anything that
would spoil this evening for them, and she forced a happy expression in
her voice.
"Hello, honey," she said as casually as she could. "I gather you had a
nice time with the kids."
"It was all right," he said coming into the room. "Some of them ..."
He stopped as his eyes fixed on the pleasing form of his lovely blonde
wife looking at him with hopeful anticipation in her pale blue eyes.
"Saaaayyyyy ..." he said as he recovered from the light shock of seeing
her looking so beautiful. "I like that. I'll bet you make all the
husbands green with envy!"
The sincerity in his voice was total, and Rita could feel herself
blushing slightly.
"Do you really think I look nice?" she asked in a timid voice."
"Foolish question," he said, taking several steps and hugging her. He
inhaled deeply the arousing aroma of her perfume, and then planted his
lips firmly against hers, running his hands up and down her back, and
shivering slightly as he felt her loins pressing against his.
"I ... I thought this might be a little too much," she said softly. "I
mean ... this week has not been one of our best."
She bit on her lower lip, hoping that this would not start an argument
with Owen. More and more she was finding that she didn't know what he
was thinking half the time, and the last thing she wanted to do was
make him angry at her for any reason. At the very least, that could
ruin their evening with the Reeds.
But Owen didn't want to upset the apple-cart any more than Rita did.
Even though he had totally enjoyed fucking Tina, he still had some
guilt feelings about it, and while he believed that sometime, soon, he
would be getting his thick cock into the hot little pussy of their
neighbor again, he had to remember that he was still married, and as
such had certain obligations.
"I'll agree with that ... that this hasn't been one of our better
weeks," he answered, pulling away from her and going into the bathroom
to wash up. "And I've been wanting to do something about it. But to
tell the truth, I really don't know what to say."
"Neither do I," Rita said quickly, relieved that Owen seemed to be a
little more understanding.
"I was thinking ... thinking about what you said last week," Owen
called out over the running water. "You know ... about how I've been
failing to ... well ... you know."
Rita could feel her heart quicken as he brought up me topic. It had
been tacitly taboo between them, and it was the last thing she wanted
to talk about now.
But if Rita was apprehensive about it, Owen was determined that he was
going to do his best to clear at least some of the air. "I was wrong to
go storming out of the house like I did," he told her, drying his hands
and neck with a towel. "You had something you wanted to talk about, and
it was wrong of me to just leave you hear all alone."
Rita almost let slip that things had worked out very well because of
that, but she checked herself just in time.
"A husband and wife should talk about zings like that," Owen continued.
"And I'd like to start this evening off on the right foot by saying
that, when we get home, if you still want to, we can talk about it
then."
Rita could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't know if
they were tears of joy or not. She loved her husband, but she couldn't
get out of her mind the cataclysmic orgasm Bob Reed had given her. She
would have given everything she had to have another orgasm like the one
she'd had a week ago, and she had been disappointed with herself for
not making an effort to contact Bob when Owen had been away. Of course,
mat worked both ways. Bob hadn't called her either.
She could sense that a lot of dead wood would be cleared away at me
party tonight. She would have to speak to Bob Reed alone, and she was
looking forward to the chance.
If Owen had known what his wife was thinking, he wouldn't have felt so
guilty about his own thoughts. He wanted to talk to Tina again, and had
been wanting to all week. Things just hadn't been possible, though. He
sensed the presence of Bob every time he went past the Reed home, and
the last thing he wanted to do was pay Tina a visit with her husband
around.
"Oh ... Owen," Rita said, walking to her husband and giving him a tight
hug. "That's the nicest thing you've said to me all week."
"So suppose you let go of me and let me get ready for the party," he
grinned. "I wouldn't want your loveliness to overshadow me."
I'll wait for you downstairs," Rita said, feeling better than she had
in a long time. It looked like she was going to have her husband back
after so long of feeling totally detached from him.
* * *
Tina and Bob were setting those things out they would need to make the
meeting a success. Tina was casually dressed in her favorite blue skirt
and matching white cotton blouse, feeling that she should be as simply
dressed as possible. She didn't have the need to try and make a good
impression with her clothes, since she had gone through all the male
members of the club before this. Bob was sipping on his Scotch as he
helped his wife with the hors d'oeuvres, excitement a living thing in
his powerful body.
"Think Rita and Owen will be the first ones here?" he asked to make
conversation. He'd been looking forward to meeting Rita again, and had
been a little confused when she failed to call him.
"They might be, love. They live closer than anyone else."
''I can't figure them out," Bob said thoughtfully. "They're acting like
a couple of children. Rita went wild when I had my cock in her, and I
could see what you were doing to Owen just about made him lose his
mind."
They hadn't had much of a chance to compare notes with each other over
the week. Getting ready for the meeting had been more work than either
of them had expected.
"Maybe some people just shouldn't get married to each other," Tina said
thoughtfully.
"Bullshit," Bob grinned. "If there was ever a couple that deserved to
be together for the rest of their lives, it's Owen and Rita. Football
quarterback, head cheerleader ... that's a match made in heaven."
"Do you think we might have scared them off?" "Naaahhhhh ... They're
coming, right? That means there's a little hope for them."
"I wonder if they've cleared up their uh problem."
"Probably not," Bob answered. "I'll bet they've been trying to hide
their little romp from each other."
"Everything will be out in the open tonight," Tina said, chuckling.
"Who have you matched them up with?"
According to the rules of the club, the host and hostess got first
crack at any new members, but since Tina and Bob had already taken care
of Owen and Rita, they had agreed that they would let someone else have
a shot at them.
"Jack and Kelly Garner," Bob said, waiting for his wife's reaction.
"Whew. You want to give those kids the full treatment, don't you?"
"What the hell?" Bob said. "Just seeing Owen and Rita with Jack and
Kelly will make the evening worthwhile."
At that moment, the door bell rang, and the Reeds knew the party was
about to begin. Vaguely wondering who it could be, Tina walked to the
door, but before she got there, there was a loud pounding and a
boisterious voice calling: "Open the fucking door, will ya? I'm
freezing my balls off."
"Speak of the devil," Tina smiled at her husband. Guess who the first
people arriving are?"
The lovely dark-haired woman opened the door and admitted Jack and
Kelly. If there were two people in the club ... in the world ... that
Tina would rather do without, it was Jack and Kelly Garner. Middle aged
and slightly paunchy and balding, Jack had all the tact of a Sherman
tank in the heat of battle. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get
between a woman's legs with his cock or tongue, and he liked to make
his intentions known clearly ... and right away.
His wife, Kelly, was the grossest s.o.b. Tina knew. Her flaming red
hair matched the stereotype she had decided to set for herself.
Generally, her piercing laughter could be heard all through what ever
home they were in, and she was fairly quick to get her hands on what
ever cock was available to her.
But despite their obnoxious personalities, they were among the most
popular members of the club. Time and time again Tina had felt the
incredible thickness of Jack's penis fucking up into her pussy, and it
was that cock of his that made him so popular with the wives of the
club. Tina had never seen or felt anything like it, and judging from
what she heard from the other wives, no one else had either. That penis
was Jack's greatest asset, and he knew how to use it to its greatest
advantage.
There was nothing Kelly wouldn't do to please the man fucking her ...
and there were several times during the meetings when she would take on
some of me wives as well. She and Jack worked as a team, and loved
every moment of it.
"Hi, lovely pussy," Jack said, pulling Tina tightly against him. "I
hope that cunt of yours is hot and ready for King Richard. I've been
saving my sperm for you all week."
King Richard was me pet name Jack had given his cock, though why was
beyond Tina's understanding. She had never asked him about it, and she
really didn't care all mat much ... not when she had it between her
legs, splitting her thighs apart with its thick, blood-swollen girth.
"Well ... you'll have to save that sperm of yours for a little while,"
Tina said, pulling away from him and returning to the few things that
had to be done for the party. We've got a new couple coming tonight."
"Awwwww ... fuck that bullshit, lover," Jack said with a childishly
hurt tone in his voice. "I've been dreaming of that dark, tight cunt of
yours all week."
"I think you'll like what you get," Bob said. "We're giving you first
crack at them."
"Really?" Kelly asked, licking her lips as she feasted her eyes on
Bob's lithe body. "How come you're being so generous? They dogs or
something?"
"Have a little faith," Tina said smiling, wondering what would be
running through Rita's mind when she learned what lay in store for her.
"Bob and I have already tried them out, and we've come to the
conclusion that they need the best. They've been having some ... well
... problems."
"Well, they're gonna get the best," Jack said, taking the drink offered
to him by Bob. "Kelly and I been practicing every day for the last two
weeks for tonight."
"Jack's cock gets so large sometimes," Kelly said, slightly giggling.
Tina sighed with relief when the door bell rang again. Fucking with
Jack was all right, but she would hate to be trapped in the same room
with him ... alone. Her mind just wouldn't be able to take it. Tina
liked a good time as much as the next person, but there were times when
subtlety was fun, something Jack and Kelly never teamed, and never
would learn.
The new arrivals were Sam and Kate Wilhelm, two people Tina especially
liked. Not only could Sam fuck like there was no tomorrow, but talking
with him was a sheer joy. He was in the same line of work that Bob was,
and she found that there were remarkable similarities between the
computer operators. She wondered if it was that sameness that made Sam
so appealing to her, or the slight differences that made him as
different from Bob as night and day.
Tina glanced at Bob, who winked, letting her knew that he had paired
them up with Sam and Kate. Knowing that made Tina feel a little easier,
and she smiled sweetly at the Wilhelms.
"Long time no see, Sam," she said as she took his coat. "What have you
and Kate been doing with yourselves? "
"Oh ... a little bit of this and a little bit of that," Sam said. "You
know how it is."
"Who have you and Bob decided that we should be paired up with?" Kate
asked a little apprehensively.
"Myself and Bob," Tina said.
"That's a relief," Kate whispered, leaning forward so she would only be
heard by her hostess. "I was dreading the thought that you might have
teamed us up with Jack and Kelly."
"Ohhhh ... we've got something special in mind for them," Tina said
with a wry smile. "There's a new couple coming tonight, and Jack and
Kelly are going to take care of them."
"What's the matter? You don't like the new people," Sam teased.
"Just a little something Bob and I have been planning for a while. You
know how I like to play games sometimes."
"Uh huh."
Several more times, the door bell rang, and each time, Tina thought it
might be the Temples. It was starting to get a little late, and both
Bob and Tina knew that they couldn't begin until the new couple
arrived. Just thinking about having Sam's thick cock between her legs
was making Tina's vagina seep a warm, sticky fluid, and she could tell
that Bob was getting a little anxious about fucking Kate. The lovely
black-haired wife was about to call Owen and Rita when they finally
showed up.
"About time the two of you got here," Tina said as she took their coats
and hung them up. "I was beginning to think that you weren't coming.
And we had such a good time planned."
As she spoke, she gave a little wink to Owen, who was looking only at
her. Rita was letting her eyes wander about the room, noticing that the
general noise of the party had come to something of a halt and all the
men were staring at her. She began to feel a little self-conscious, as
though she had underdressed, especially when she heard one man of the
far side of the room give a very definite whistle.
She turned to him, disliking him right away. There was something about
the way he carried his slight paunch that turned Rita off ... and his
thinning hair added to a general aura about him that made Rita feel as
though she was little more than a pretty object for him to look at. He
had been standing next to a red-head, but even as Rita watched him, he
ignored that woman.
"Well, lovely lady," he said, leering at her, "you must be the new
member Tina was talking about."
As he spoke, he ran his eyes up and down Rita's lovely form, dwelling
long and hard at the generous swell of her breasts and the deep-clefted
valley between them. Rita had only worn the outfit she had a couple of
times before, and she had never felt funny about it then. Now, though,
she couldn't help but feel that the man was stripping her with his
eyes. She could almost feel his gaze burning through her garment, and
it took her several moments to realize what he had said, so distracting
was his presence.
"New members?" she questioned, and then looked to Tina.
"Oh, I guess I didn't tell you," the lovely dark haired woman said.
"This is a ... neighborhood club. You and Owen are attending one of our
twice a month meetings."
Rita turned to her husband and tried to smile. She hadn't expected
something as formal as a meeting, though she didn't seem to notice that
there was really nothing formal about the gathering. The silence that
had pervaded when she first walked into the house had ended as people
once again began their conversations. The clinking of ice in glasses
filled the room, and she felt a little ill at ease, especially with the
middle aged man leering at her still.
"Excuse me," Tina said, distracted for a moment. "Rita, I'd like to
introduce you to Jack Garner."
"No introductions needed with this one, Tina love," Jack leered, giving
Rita a deliberate wink. "This cute little blonde knows what's coming
off, don't you?"
Reflexively, Rita smiled, though she really didn't know what was coming
off. She did know that she didn't like the way Jack was looking at her
though, and she turned to her husband.
The red-head who Jack had been talking to had sauntered across the room
and was now looking at Owen the same way Jack was leering at her. Owen
was trying hard to make conversation with Tina, and Rita assumed that
it was merely because he didn't want to have anything to do with the
red-head who was acting a little drunk.
"Well, Owen," Tina said with a suggestive smile and turn of her head,
"I see you're making some headway with Jack's wife, Kelly."
Owen turned to the young dark-haired woman with a lost expression on
his face.
Tina, though, was eager for the party to begin, and the only way that
was going to happen was for her and her husband, as hostess and host,
to give the signal.
"All right, everyone," she said, totally ignoring the new-comers, "you
all know who to go with, so suppose we start. Everyone here is familiar
with the house, so let's get started."
There was something of a cheer, and both Rita and Owen watched as
people began pairing off and traveling to various places in me huge
home. Owen started to say something to Tina, who was walking away from
him, but the red-headed Kelly put her arm around Owen's neck.
"Come on, handsome," she said in a voice that was loud enough for Rita
to hear, "suppose you let me show you around the house."
Owen opened his mouth to toll her to get lost, but she was demandingly
pulling him away. Giving his wife a hopeless glance, he let the older
woman lead him through the living room, leaving Rita alone with Jack at
the front door.
The young blonde wife strained her neck, trying to avoid the presence
of lack Kelly as she looked for Bob Reed. She could see him, busy
talking with another woman, and even though she knew she had no right,
she felt a strange pang of jealously. Bob Reed was leaning very close
to the auburn-haired woman, and every now and then he would say
something that made the lovely girl giggle.
"Hey, baby," Jack said, positioning himself in front of Rita's view.
"What ya looking for? Everything you could possibly want is standing
right in front of you."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm talking about me, lover. Tina and Bob have assigned Kelly and me
to bring you into the little group we have here."
His words brought Rita to an instant awareness about what was going on.
She snapped her head around to look directly at Jack, both anger and
fear flushing her face. Why would Tina do something like that?
Certainly Jack was little more than a boisterous drunk. Could Tina have
learned something about what Bob and she had done last week? Could this
be Tina's way of getting back at her?"
But that was silly, she thought. Tina couldn't possibly know what had
happened. Jack took Rita by the hand and led her through the room, to
the other side from where Kelly and Owen were talking, their bodies
looking just a little too close for Rita's comfort.
"Have a drink, lovely lady," Jack said, pressing an already poured
glass into Rita's hand before she had a chance to protest. "I can tell
that the two of us are going to have some good times ahead."
Automatically, Rita began sipping on the drink, wishing that she could
somehow get away from Jack, but not seeing any way she could.
The lights of the entire house began to get dimmer, until it was nearly
impossible for Rita to see anything. She could feel Jack's powerful
hand tugging on her arm, and she slowly sank to a sitting position. She
was trying to be brave, but she had the overwhelming sensation that
something was going to happen ... something she knew she wouldn't like.
"Suppose you and I talk a little ... get to know each other a little
better," she heard Jack whisper in her ear. "Though I can tell right
now, I've seen enough of you to knows that I'm going to like spending
the evening with you."
Rita was having some trouble figuring out what was going on. As her
eyes grew more accustomed to the near darkness, she could see that some
people were hugging and kissing, their hands wandering over each
other's bodies, squeezing and massaging here and there. She found where
her husband was, and over the bodies of people sitting on the floor and
couch, she could see Kelly with her arm around Owen's waist, pulling
him tightly against her. Her mouth hung open as she saw that Owen
wasn't making the slightest move to resist. Far from it, in fact. Owen
was moving his arm around Kelly's waist now, drawing the loud red-head
tightly against his powerful frame.
A shiver of hatred, fear and frustration rippled through Rita's entire
body, and she wanted to walk across me room and ask Owen just what the
hell he thought he was doing, but her attention was arrested by the
sensation of Jack drawing up against her, his buttocks pressing
tightly, urgently against hers.
"What's the matter, baby?" he breathed into her ear. "Don't you like
what you've got?"
"Just what is this anyway?" Rita asked, her voice as angry as she could
make it, though she whispered, not wanting to disturb the strange,
forbidding hush that had taken over when the lights had been dimmed.
"You mean you really don't know?" Jack asked, drawing his broad face
away in mock surprise. "I find it hard to believe that Tina and Bob
didn't tell you. This is a wife-swapping club. You and that hubby of
yours are the guests of honor. You must be, to be getting a couple of
gems like Kelly and me."
Rita's shoulders slumped as she heard his words! This couldn't be true.
She had heard about things like this, but she didn't think that the
stories were real. Why hadn't Tina mentioned something like this? If
she had known this, Rita would never have come.
"Hey ... relax will ya," Jack whispered demandingly, placing his arm
around her waist, opening his palm around her thigh. "That handsome
hubby of yours looks like he's getting the hang of it."
Rita snapped her head to where Owen was sitting with Kelly, and saw
that it was true. Owen was no longer talking to the red-head ... he was
kissing her. Even in the darkness, Rita could see that their tongues
were twining around each other, first in Owen's mouth, and then in
Kelly's. Rita stared unblinkingly as Owen's hand came up to cup and
squeeze Kelly's left breast through the fabric of her paisley blouse
... and then dip inside to caress the naked flesh! How could her
husband be doing something like that? And after what he had said about
wanting to talk out their problems! The nerve! The utter nerve! And he
knew damn well that she was in same room with him.
Rita pursed her lips, feeling nothing but anger now. Owen was acting as
though he were back in college again, with total disregard to the fact
that he was married. He was kissing and caressing a woman he had met
only minutes before! The irate blonde wife gritted her teeth and
prepared to walk across the room and ask him at the top of her voice
just what the hell he thought he was doing. What their neighbors might
like was one thing, but Owen had gone right into it without even
thinking!
She stiffened her muscles, and then she felt Jack nudge close again and
wrap his arm tighter around her, his lips brushing lightly against her
cheek.
"Suppose you get into the swing of things like your husband ... or is
he that much ahead of you?" Jack whispered as his tongue flicked out
and lashed at the flesh of her cheek.
Everything was happening just a little too quickly for Rita to
comprehend, though she knew that she was angry at Owen. She had wanted
to talk to Bob, and she had thought that she would, but she could see
now that it was going to be impossible.
And then a thought entered her mind. Hell, what could she lose by
getting "into the swing of things"? Owen obviously didn't care about
her wishes. In fact, he was going out of his way to ignore the fact mat
he was married. Rita began wondering how long that had been going on.
She knew that she had transgressed her marriage vows once, but Owen was
acting as though it was merely a matter of course for him. Why not do
like Owen was going?
WHY NOT?
She turned her head and faced the man sitting next to her, pressing his
lips against her. She found him totally obnoxious and it was for mat
reason that she decided that she would go through with what he had in
mind. Maybe if her husband saw that she was being ... fucked ... she
forced herself to think of the word ... he would realize that she could
not be toyed with. It was a desperate move on her part, but the last
six months, and especially me last week, had brought the young blonde
wife to the end of her rope. She had tried making her husband love her
as he used to ... had tried finding consolation in Bob's friendship ...
Why not give pure and total lust a try. There was nothing to lose and
everything to be gained!
She could feel herself begin to tremble as her lips met Jack's, and
with a mounting excitement, she felt the last of her doubt slip away.
As obnoxious as Jack was to her, his kiss was the most thrilling she
could imagine. He held the kiss long and hard, his tongue probing wetly
into her mouth, and she began to suck on the searching lance, letting
her body melt into the dimness of the room. She could feel an acute
jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her cloth covered
belly. He was getting hard there and she sensed a sudden tensing in her
own breasts as her breasts pressed hard against his chest. There was no
thought of shame, no thought of right or wrong, and she had no desire
to defend herself. Her only thought was getting back at her husband
once and for all. Seeing him kissing Jack's wife had been the final
straw. He would do for another woman what he wouldn't do for her!
She felt a warm moisture between her thighs and her loins began a
pushing movement against Jack's.
"Shit, honey, I sure am ready to fuck you," he hissed at her after they
had broken the kiss.
"So am I ... right away," Rita purred, casting a glance to where her
husband was and seeing him pressing tightly against Kelly.
As strange as it all was to the young blonde wife, she found that Jack
was incredibly stimulating. She couldn't believe that a man who had so
totally turned her off could suddenly be so exciting, but she wasn't
going to stop and think about it now. She reached down between their
bodies and began to massage his hard, ballooning penis through his
pants, shivering with eager anticipation when she felt the massive size
of the thing. She was feeling more wonderfully wicked than she ever had
in her life. The pulsing of his cock through his pants was almost
startling, and she tried to envision what it would look like naked.
Inwardly, Jack was starting to gloat. Hell, he knew that he initially
turned women off, but he had been gifted with the very thing they all
wanted, when it came right down to it. He knew his cock was larger than
any other member's, and it was that size that made him one hell of a
lover. He didn't give a shit about his personality. You don't fuck with
a personality, he had learned years ago. You fuck with a penis! He was
thankful as hell that Tina had introduced him to Rita now. The young
blonde woman was as hot for a good honest fucking, and she was going to
get it ... that and more!
"Get those clothes off," he ordered harshly, unable to stand the
torment of his lust for her another moment. Rita gave a little chuckle
and hurried to do as he demanded, her hands trembling as she fumbled
with her pants suit. First she undid all the buttons of the black
blouse, sucking in her breath as she removed it and let the cool air of
the room lave her rose-colored nipples, causing them to leap into
erection. Then she slithered her tight pants over the smooth swell of
her hips, tossing both pants and blouse carelessly to one side. As she
stood up to remove her skimpy nylon panties, she hastily glanced around
the living room, seeing that she was among the last to remove her
clothes. All around her were naked bodies pressed tightly to other
naked bodies, and she could hear the sounds of heavy breathing and
panting. Occasionally a feminine moan permeated through the darkness to
her ears, and she found the sounds totally arousing. She had never been
naked with so many people around, and quickly her eyes sought for and
found the two people who were most important to her in the room. First
she found Bob, his long hard penis already fucking in and out of some
auburn-haired woman's passionately twitching loins, their loins, their
bodies pressed tightly together. Then she saw her husband, his hands
working around the delightful looking pussy of Kelly, while the red-
head's hands were working up and down on his visibly throbbing shaft of
cock flesh. Seeing her husband like that only served to re-enforce her
hatred for him and her determination to get back at him by having Jack
fuck her.
As she rolled her already cum-soaked panties over her rounded thighs
and calves, she sensed that she was hurrying to get naked, not out of
lust, but out of her determination to get back at her husband. He
thought she was just a little child to be played with, did he? Well ...
she would show him that she was every inch a woman!
She watched with mounting excitement as Jack quickly shed his own
clothes, and suddenly, she stopped her motions as the awesome sight of
his great jutting penis appeared in the darkened room. Her mouth
dropped at sight of it. She couldn't believe that a human could have a
cock so large. It swayed heavily from side to side as he moved to get
his clothes over his feet. It was absolutely fantastic, some kind of
miracle. She couldn't believe her own eyes, yet there it was, thrusting
from his hairy loins like a mammoth telephone pole. His balls looked as
big as good sized lemons, and hung below the incredible shaft of his
penis like the pendulum of a clock. Rita was both astonished and
fascinated at the same time by the unbelievable spectacle she
witnessed. Good God! Did he really think that she would be able to take
the entire thing into her body? She remembered the first time Owen had
ripped through her cunt with his penis, how she had felt as though she
were being split in two. But Jack's cock was so much larger than Owen's
that she had to gulp as she stared at it, wondering if she were looking
at a mirage.
When Jack was as naked as she was, he stood up and reached out to run
his hands over her naked flesh, pawing and squeezing the silky
roundness of her breasts until her amazement and hatred for her husband
waned away and passion took over. She stood still, her arms at her
sides, trembling ail over from the sensations searing through her,
wondering if her husband was too busy to notice that she was allowing
another man to nakedly touch her like this.
Jack dropped his head to one full, firm breast, cupping it with one
hand and sucking me hard throbbing nipple deep into his wet mouth. She
groaned and swayed on the Boor, nearly falling. Her brain was beginning
to spin like a top. She didn't know why, but she was falling under some
strange spell from this obnoxious man ... a spell she was powerless to
fight against ... powerless and unwilling to fight against.
As Jack kissed her hard and passionately, Rita glanced out of the
corner of her eye at the shadowy figures on the other side of the room.
Even though she knew what her husband was doing, she felt another surge
of jealousy when she saw Kelly bending over Owen's loins. Rita could
hear the sounds they were making, sort of faint wet sucking noises,
noises she had never heard before. Then her eyes popped out as she saw
what Kelly was doing to Owen. She was taking his cock all the way into
her mouth and sucking on it, and the two of them were enjoying it so
much that Owen was oblivious to what was happening around him. Rita
felt a shudder of fear. What if Jack wanted her to do the same thing?
Could she actually do something like that? She had only heard about it,
but she never thought that her husband would be one of those people who
actually liked it!
"Come on ... let's get with it," Jack hissed under his breath. He
pushed the lovely blonde backwards and guided her slowly down to an
empty spot in the rug. The softness felt warm against her back, and she
squirmed against it like a sinuous cat. She sensed the heavy weight of
the near-stranger as he lay over her nakedly reclining body. Jack
didn't seem to care whether or not he was quiet and swore
appreciatively as he felt the smooth, tantalizing curves of her naked
flesh pressed warmly against his. Rita hoped that Kelly, and especially
Owen would be able to hear what was going on, but she doubted that it
would be possible. There was so much panting and moaning in the room
already that no one would be able to pick out just one couple.
Rita waited quietly as Jack pressed his naked angularity closer to her
softness, his huge cock pressing into her thigh and smearing it with
the slippery semen that seeped out from the thin vertical hole at the
end. He moved his tongue-moistened lips down to her shoulder and began
to nibble the smooth white skin, sending a lovely chill through her
that raised tiny goose bumps all over her. She quivered from the sudden
unexpected sensation and began writhing with desire beneath him, her
anger and jealously once again leaving her to be replaced with mounting
passion.
"That's sooooo nice," she sighed out, forgetting that her own husband
was hardly more than a few feet away. She reached down and shamelessly
grasped the mammoth penis teasing against her bare thigh with both
hands. Her slim fingers could not begin to encircle it but she squeezed
more firmly until he groaned and twitched more firmly against her.
Then, edging a few inches away from him, she began to move both hands
slowly up and down the tremendous length in a teasing milking motion.
He groaned again louder.
"I'm going to luck you silly," he laughed. "You're gonna get King
Richard stuck up into your hot little cunt like you never dreamed, you
lovely bitch."
Surely Owen couldn't have missed hearing that, Rita thought with
gratification. He had to be wondering where she was and what she was
doing, if he didn't already suspect. She let loose a groan herself as
Jack lowered his mouth to her now heavily swollen breast and nipped
down gently on her pebble hard nipple, tugging on it with clenched
teeth as his eager tongue swirled hotly around the tip like a lizard
running in tiny tight circles.
When she struggled to regain her senses a little, Rita realized that
the wet sucking sounds from her husband's part of the room had ceased,
though there was still a great deal of panting coming from other
couples in the meeting. Then suddenly, a high, near-shrill female voice
called boorishly, "Come on, football hero. Let me finish sucking you
off. She's big enough to take care of herself.
The Rita heard the unmistakable sound of her husband's voice groaning
in pleasure.
Jack obviously couldn't care less about what was going elsewhere in the
room. He was only interested in the smooth delicious curves of the
tender married morsel who was driving him mad with her hands and the
thought that he was on the verge of fucking her silly with his huge,
king-sized cock. His mouth played on her firm proud breasts, moving
quickly from one to the other and sometimes pausing between them to
lick wetly up and down in the deep valley they formed. After a few
moments of teasing there, he bent his neck and slid his lips lower,
slowly inching them down to her nakedly heaving belly. His cock was
slipping out of her hands as he moved back up on his side to gain
greater access to her navel, bringing small gasps and mewls of pleasure
from her open mouth. He shifted lower then, maddening flashes of
pleasure trailing after his gently nibbling teeth and teasing tongue.
Rita felt her soft creamy thighs being pressed hotly open as she gave
no resistance to Jack's lustful oral rummaging down between their
softly trembling whiteness. Owen had never done to her what Jack was
now, not that she would have let her husband. But there was something
about this man ... something that made her want him to do anything he
wanted to her. She drew in her breath with a quick gasp as she felt his
fingers spread open the softness of the curl-rimmed lips of her vagina
and the coolness of the air caressed her up there between her legs. His
tongue flicked forward, the pointed tip darting up to moistly titillate
the already hotly pulsing little bud of her clitoris. He moved his
fingers down and parted wide the thin vertical mouth of her Cult as he
ran his tongue up and down and thrust it deep into her palpitating
opening.
"Oooooohhhhh ... yyyeeeesssss ..." she moaned in a groan that filled
the room. This had never happened to her before, but she wasn't going
to try and stop him now. She splayed her legs out farther and pulled
back her knees so that her nakedly trembling asscheeks were turned up
fully to his face. He kept up his beautiful cunt licking until he was
certain that she was aroused to the point where she wanted him to fuck
her more than anything else in the world.
Nothing like this had ever happened to Rita. Only once had Owen tried
to lick her cunt, and she had stopped him before he went too far,
believing that there was nothing to be gained by the act. But Jack had
taken the initiative so totally, and had acted so quickly that she
didn't have the time to stop him, and now she was so lost in the throes
of her mounting passion that she barely heard him when he said
brusquely: "Okay, baby, roll over and get on your hands and knees. I'm
gonna slip it to you doggy style." She wanted to beg him to continue
his thrilling tongue fucking, but she obeyed, hoping he was going to do
something even more wonderful to her enticingly curved body. She raised
herself up until she was crouching with all fours on the carpet, her
buttocks facing the man behind her. She felt his fingers begin to dance
lightly over her nakedness, and then knead her flesh hungrily, crawling
over her naked behind and finally descending down towards the crevice
between her soft white moons. He spread them gently apart and searched
lower with his fingers between me warm throbbing lips of her pussy.
He pushed into her, moistening the tip of his middle finger from the
wetness of her pussy secretions and slowly withdrew it to stroke up the
crevice towards her tiny, virginal anus. He mumbled incoherently in the
delirium of having this voluptuous young body twisting under the
probings of his hands. The tip of his fingers, slippery from her
vaginal juices, circled tauntingly around the tight puckered anus
guarding the entrance of her rectum for a moment and then dropped down
for more of the lubricating moistness from her cunt.
After wetting the cringing nether ring again, he suddenly pushed in his
finger with a sudden unexpected thrust that sank it deep inside. Rita
jerked forward from the unexpected internal pressure and Jack clamped
his other hand solidly on her hip to prevent her from moving away.
"Aaaggghhh ..." the blonde blurted, choking back her scream, hoping
that her nearby husband would think she was getting the fucking of her
life. Even though his finger in her ass hurt, she was determined that
she would take all of it ... and anything more he had to offer her. She
was going to get back at her husband for treating her the way he had.
She emitted muffled groans of protest that were fast becoming moans of
mounting pleasure as Jack Garner wormed his finger deeper and deeper,
expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would lose
her mind from the probing invasion. Then she felt him insert another
finger alongside the first and began to ream and stretch her anal
passage wider in small teasing rotations. There was nothing she wanted
to do but kneel there and submit to the desires of the man behind her
until he was ready to fuck her the way he wanted .
"Shit, baby, I'm going to love this. Feels like that tight asshole is a
cherry as can be," Jack grunted behind her as he continued screwing and
stretching her back passage with both knuckled fingers. The thought of
what he was doing to her so close to her husband caused further ripples
of desire to shoot through her nakedly grinding loins.
"Please ... don't stop ... don't stop," she moaned softly as she
twisted her back to look over her shoulder and watch the man hovering
over her defenselessly raised asscheeks. God! His cock was as hard as a
rock!
"Don't you worry about that, lover. I'm gonna show you something new,"
he whispered. He threw a hasty glance over at the other people in the
room, and especially at his wife and Rita's husband in the tar corner
and grinned when he saw that they were both locked in the throes of
their own lust, paying no attention at all to the happenings around
them. "I'm gonna slip right up into her asshole and burst it right out
the top of your head!"
Rita couldn't believe that he was going to do something like that. She
hadn't even heard of such a thing, and she assumed it was just his way
of saying that he was going to do something else, though she couldn't
imagine what that would be. Still, she was more than willing to go
along with what ever he had in mind. She was losing control of herself,
but she didn't care.
Shivering with anticipation, she tried to brace herself for whatever
Jack had in mind. He had to hurry, she lustfully reasoned. His
manipulations behind her were threatening to make her cum right away.
Then, through the haze of her passion, she felt Jack's strong hands
drawing the cheeks of her buttocks open behind her. Realization dawned
slowly on her, yet she tried to relax them open herself. The pressure
of his thumbs inserted in the moistly quivering little crevice did the
job for her. They were stretched widely away from each other until she
could feel the cool rush of air against the tiny circle of her anus up
between her legs. She sensed the tip of his finger again dropping to
lubricate its length with her cuntal juices and pull away for a moment.
Then again he moved up to swab her own slippery moistness on the
elastic entrance of her naked rectum as she flexed the tiny portal open
wider in an effort to aid the new, passion-driving penetration that she
began to realize was coming.
Sparks of heated rising impatience filled her eyes as she understood
that he had not been kidding. He was really going to fuck that long
thick cock of his up into her rectum. She bit on her lip and tried to
imagine what it would feel like. She hadn't even heard of it before,
but now she wanted it so badly she could taste it. She pushed her
backside to him, and the attempt was rewarded as he planted the palm of
his hand on the small of her back and pushed her breasts down hard,
holding her between the floor and his strong restraint.
He pushed her trembling jack-knifed legs open wider with his knees,
dropping his head to her ass to lick wetly at the crevice between them,
moistening the exposed tiny hole in readiness for the greater
penetration to come.
"Lift that ass higher," the man whispered, anticipating with glee the
taking of ultimate pleasure from her tender young body. He knew she had
never been fucked in the ass. The tightness of her rectum had told him
that, and that meant that he was getting a virgin ... or at least close
enough to a virgin for his wants.
Rita felt his hand on her hip lift her smoothly rounded buttocks up
high in the air behind her, waving there in open invitation to the
salacious deflowering of her asshole about to occur. Her anal flesh
throbbed in eagerness and she was held wide and waiting, presented up
to him so he could now fuck his cock into her at will. Vaguely, she
hoped that her husband might be watching her, but she was so
overwhelmed by lust and passion that she really didn't care all that
much if he was.
Jack grasped impatiently at Rita's hips, holding them steady before him
as she felt the thick, massive cock head impress itself in the moist
naked split of her buttocks. She gasped in surprise at the first
shocking contact. God! she moaned inwardly. It would never fit there.
It was just too big! As much as she wanted, she would never be able to
take that massive lustful pole up into her rectum. Then, from the other
side of the room, a lustful moan in her husband's voice strengthened
her resolve to go through with it, no matter how much it might hurt at
first.
The hair of Jack's legs brushed teasingly against the insides of her
nakedly trembling thighs as his huge searching cock probed along the
wide-split crevice of her upturned globes. His hands worked down her
crevice until once again his thumbs pressed outward to pry open the
tight little hole of her ass. Then she felt a probing between his
thumbs that was smooth and rubbery at first, and then became an
unyielding bluntness. Instinctively, she tightened her ass muscles,
then remembering her resolve, she relaxed them and the tightly
clutching anal flesh finally gave way before the hard, throbbing cock
tip, which popped just up inside her with a quick jerk.
"Ooohhh God!" Rita gave out a deep moan, and then moaned again, and
from that moment on, the tiny little mewling sounds from deep in her
chest did not stop. There was no outside world that existed. All that
mattered was her anus and the huge, lust-hardened cock that was
stretching it open back up between her thighs. The blunt intrusion of
his thick cock vibrated through every fibre of her body, pushing the
soft rubbery flesh of her widely stretched rectal passage in great
rippling waves before it. It drove into her backside ceaselessly like
the bulging girth of a pine tree. She moaned in erotic submission with
her eyes and mouth gaping open wide until she suddenly felt the coarse
hair of his groin pressing tight up into the naked white orbs of her
buttocks. His lustfully pulsating cock was buried to the hilt ... all
the way and she was spitted on the throbbing hardness like a young lamb
being served up for an aboriginal fete. She had never felt like this in
her life. The very thought that she was being fucked in the ass by a
man she didn't even know, while her husband was somewhere in the same
room filled her with such salaciousness that she couldn't stand it. She
knew she would never the same after this, no matter what happened later
in her life.
Jack Warner peered down like a demented sex maniac at the great measure
of his huge cock lunging into her. Even in the dim light of the
darkened room he could see how it pulled thin ridges of her dilated
rectal flesh out with the base of his cock as he drew back for another
lunge deep up inside. Rita could hear his growls of pleasure floating
through the room and found herself wishing that the lights would be
turned on so her own husband could see her face and apprise the delight
it gave her to be fucked in the ass like this, right in front of him.
Chapter 6
It was taking Owen Temple forever to cum. Even though the boisterous
red-head had given him the best blow job of his life, he couldn't help
but wonder where Rita was. The ex-college football player was pretty
certain that she was wandering around the house somewhere, looking for
a secluded spot where she could sit and sulk. It was beyond Owen's
comprehension that his blonde wife could get into anything like the
orgy that was taking place in the Reed home. She was so straight that
she would never let another man touch her. When Kelly had singled him
out, he had willingly gone with her, remembering that there had been
things like this happening to him when he was in college. It hadn't
taken the red-head very long to break down the weak defenses Owen
erected. Whale he had said to Rita that he was sorry for the way he had
treated her the past week, he found that he was not as resistant to the
lustful pursuits of another woman after all, and when the lights went
out, he reasoned that, since Rita was probably away some where, he
could get away with what he wanted. There was so much moaning in the
room ... moaning of a lustful and passionate nature, that he was
certain his own moans would be drowned out, even if she was still in
the room.
Kelly was sucking his cock like a whore gone mad trying to make him
cum. When that didn't work she would use her hand until her hand was
sore. Even though he wanted to believe that Rita was no where in the
room, he still could not get her out of his mind as he rummaged through
his thoughts, trying to think of a story she would believe when he
finally saw her again. Kelly had been working against his mind for over
an hour, and Owen knew she was groaning and pleading for him to cum in
her mouth or fuck her in her cunt. He had to smile in spite of himself,
remembering that Rita had complained that he would cum too early. What
would she think if she knew it was now just about impossible for him to
ejaculate.
"Owen, lover ... what's the matter?" Kelly Garner crooned into his
thoughts. "Shit, lover, you're so hard! Why don't you just fuck me with
that cock?"
"I was thinking ... resting ..." Owen answered, blinking his eyes and
staring at the impatient woman.
"I don't get it. Look at the way your wife is going at it with my
husband. She looks like she could fuck all night without resting, and
she sure as hell isn't thinking about anything but that cock reaming up
into her."
Owen blinked again and stared at the red-head. Could what she be
telling him be true? Was his wife actually being fucked by another man?
He followed her glance to the other side of the room, looking over the
other people engaged in various stages of lustful pursuit and saw ...
He saw Rita! Even as his eyes focused through the darkness, he couldn't
believe what she was doing. She was being fucked in her ass like a
wanton little bitch by that obnoxious jerk, grinding her hips against
him like she couldn't get enough of him into her body. Owen lifted his
head and turned to his side to take a long, careful look at the woman
making absolutely certain that the darkness was not playing tricks on
his eyes. It couldn't be true. She had been so innocent. She would let
him fuck her in her vagina, but the only time he had tried to even lick
her cunt, she had stopped him. He doubted very much that she would even
let him try and fuck her in the ass, but there she was, taking another
man's cock up into her rectum and looking as though she would die if
she didn't get his sperm flowing around in her nether channel.
She was loving it. There was no doubt in his mind that she liked having
another man fuck her.
For a moment, Owen felt a twinge of jealously, even though his own
penis was being sucked and stroked and massaged by a woman who was not
his wife. He remembered how guilty he had felt when he had fucked Tina
a week before, how he had wanted to hide the action from his wife.
Hell, if he had known that she wouldn't have cared ...
But the twinge of jealously passed, and was replaced with another
sensation. Something began to dawn on him. His wife had never even
hinted that she would like anything but being fucked in the cunt. Now
... maybe ... just maybe ...
He snapped his fingers and, totally ignoring the pleading red-head who
was so desperate for his penis, hoisted himself up and walked over to
where Rita was taking Jack's cock into her ass.
"Hey! Where you going?" Kelly said, the hurt in her voice clear and
plain. Never had a man just walked away from her like this, and she
didn't know what she could do about it.
Owen's cock, still at an acute angle, jutting out from his loins, began
to throb in a way Kelly had never been able to make it throb. The
handsome. powerful ex-football player could feel his balls filling with
sperm at the very thought of what he had in mind. There was no longer
any hatred for his wife ... no thought of jealously ... and certainly
none of guilt. The only thought was that he could now save his
marriage. He could now strip away all the crap that had been clouding
his relationship with his wife for so long. Rita was so out of her mind
with passion and mounting lust that she would more than likely do
anything without thinking about it. He had seen things like that at
college, and he knew pretty much how to handle them. He stood nakedly
to one side of his passionately moaning wife, massaging his cock and
feeling his own arousal and desire seething through his loins. Kelly
had not been able to do anything for him, but the mere sight of his
wife taking all of Jack's cock up into her ass ... that was something
totally different!
He grinned as he thought of what he was going to do to Rita. It was, he
realized, something that she would never have done on her own ... if
they were alone in their bedroom, but something that she would now.
With one action he was going to solve all the pent-up problems occurred
in their marriage.
Jack Garner's pelvis smacked loudly against Rita's soft quivering
asscheeks as he grunted and fucked into the depths of her rectum. His
mammoth balls swung hard down against the moist little hole of her
vagina and she whimpered, knelt there in her desire-driven submission.
The pressure building up in her needing loins was becoming more and
more intense and a strange pleasure had taken hold of her entire body.
She was pushing back with all her strength as the increasing sensation
it caused gained even more control of her. She found herself meeting
Jack's sensational in-strokes faster and faster. Nothing seemed to
matter now but the exquisite agony swirling and rippling over every
inch of her lovely naked flesh. Despite everything, there was only the
passion in place of the thought of what she was doing. It was so
different ... and so wonderful having her ass being scoured by a
stranger's cock like this. The uncontrollable spasms of delight grew
wilder and wilder with each buffeting slam of his rhythmically fucking
cock. She writhed and bucked beneath his powerful charges, gasping and
muttering all the lewd words she knew that came to her passion-drugged
mind.
Jack sensed her sudden lusty need and fucked into her with longer,
deeper strokes. He tightened his grip on the voluptuously rounded
curves of her ass and started to pull her back over his thickly
inflated penis like slipping an oil-filled sleeve over a huge muscular
arm. His eyes still bulged wide at the spectacle of her beautiful body
kneeling and twisting before him in wild, uncontrolled ecstasy as he
fucked forward with mighty thrusts that sent his cock deep up into her
wide-stretched rectum.
"GGGOOOOOODDD!!!" she moaned, uncaring as she paused only a second
before she fucked back again in time to the humping man's steady
rhythm. Suddenly, Rita felt a hand groping out of nowhere at one of her
wildly jiggling breasts, teasing the sensitive tip with light fingers.
A rush of surprised delight seared through her at the extra pleasure
and touch. Then she was vaguely conscious of someone else moving up to
just in front of her. He was so close that she couldn't make out who he
was, especially with the room so dark.
"Here, baby, here's a little something else for you," a passion-thick
male voice said above her. There was something familiar about the
voice, but in her passion-distorted reasoning, she couldn't place it.
She assumed then that it was Bob Reed's voice. Certainly her husband
would never do anything like this to her!
She stared at the long, rigid penis jutting out from the hair that
encircled its base, the tip only a few inches from her face. She had
never seen a cock so dose before ... not even Owen's, and with it
throbbing and ready it looked as delicious as anything she could think
of.
"Suck it. Suck it now," the voice commanded hoarsely .
Rita thought for a moment, thinking that she would never be able to
take a cock into her mouth. Then the thought that her husband might be
watching entered her mind again. And she heard Jack behind her panting
excitedly. Go ahead, cunt. Suck it while I fuck you in the ass.
She could feel her mouth watering as she looked at tile great jutting
penis so close to her lips. She could feel the heat rising from it, and
she swallowed hurriedly. After all that had happened this evening, it
seemed a little silly to refuse. She couldn't hear her husband making
any more sounds, but she still assumed that he was in the room, and
having him se. her doing everything would really turn his head and
thinking around. And the thought that she would be tucked from both
ends at the same time brought a smile to her face. She was amazed at
her own boldness as she continued to grind her buttocks back to meet
Jack Kelly s pounding fucks into her hungrily engulfing rectum as well
as she possibly could and at the same time bend up her arm to touch the
cock in front of her. With both elbows still supporting her, she pulled
gently on the throbbing rod with one hand until the unknown man
responded by moving forward on his knees until the heated tip was
pressing against her soft, moist lips. She exhaled, allowing her hot
breath to Sow over the cock-head with a maddening slowness.
"Come on ... suck it. Suck it now!" the blonde heard the man groan. She
taunted him a bit longer, never once taking her eyes away from the
searing shaft to see who it might belong to. She skinned back the tiny
bit of loose flesh just below the glans, and her tongue flicked out,
the pointed tip coming into warm contact with the end of his cock. She
circled around the smooth rubbery flesh as the strange man moaned and
twisted over her from the teasing she was giving him. The tip of her
slowly exploring tongue found the small vertical opening of his penis
and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from tiny droplets of
seminal fluid seeping out from his rising desire. The sharp pungent
taste and male odor caused her nostrils to flare slightly into greater
desire. Her hand slid to the base of the throbbing shaft, pushing it
aside, and she gently grazed her nails over the soft, hairy flesh of
his balls.
She began to place moist warm kisses on the man's penis, beginning at
the top and tracing a tantalizing path down the full length of it to
the base. Then she licked wetly back up again, Rita teased longer than
she knew she should, but she was totally rattled from the heavy cock
fucking up into her back passage.
Sensing that his wife didn't know whose cock she was about to suck,
Owen grinned even wider. But her teasing was making him more impatient
than ever, and with the sudden surge of strength, he reached down with
his hands and grabbed two fistfuls of hair, tangling his fingers into
her long blonde tresses and ramming his loins forward at her face. Rita
resisted at first, not yet ready to take the cock into her mouth, but
it was too late to struggle. The thick spongy cock slipped through her
wetly gleaming lips, between the pearly whiteness of her teeth and on
into the warm, wet moistness of her mouth. She could feel the spongy
stiffness rub along the full length of her tongue and push itself all
the way back into her throat. She closed her eyes again, wishing that
she could swallow the whole of the hugely throbbing penis that filled
her mouth with its pulsing thickness and protruded from her mouth like
a huge live banana.
"Ooohhh ... yeah ... that's wonderful ... that's it," Owen hissed down
at her with selfish ardor as she began to pump her mouth up and down on
him, her pinkly ovalled lips tightening for greater suction as she drew
them all the way back to the desire-swollen head.
Owen looked over the back of his kneeling wife at the way Jack was
fucking into her ass from behind. It was obvious to him that the older
man's penis was unnaturally large, and the sheer size of the thing was
driving his wife senseless. He wished the light were a little brighter
so he could see better detail. He wanted to see the way his wife's
asshole was stretched to impossible dimensions as the older man fucked
in and out back there between the smoothly ovalled cheeks of Rita's
ass. But at least he had the consolation that he was fucking now into
his wife's mouth, and this thought made possible all that Kelly's oral
stimulation had not. He arched his hips to sink all he could into his
wife's throat when Rita was thrown forward by a heavy buttock-
flattening fuck up into her from behind, and he felt her bringing her
tongue into play as much as she could around his mouth-filling
hardness.
Rita's eyes were still closed and she was numb to everything around her
except the lust-searing cocks skewering into her at both ends. She did
not notice the sudden brightness in the room or hear the snap of the
switch that caused it, but both men did. Owen, twisting his head
around, saw that Tina was standing by the wall switch, a huge smile
splitting her face. Most of the other members of the club were taking a
break from their own lustful activities to watch the incredibly
happening in the living room floor. Everyone's eyes were fixed in
disbelief at the three crazed interlocked bodies of Jack and Rita and
Owen.
"Just fuck her in the mouth," Jack grinned pantingly when he saw that
Owen was a little dumbfounded at this sudden turn of events. He had
seen things like this before, and now that he had everyone watching
him, he wanted to show everyone how a master fucker did it!
Everyone was staring intently as Owen resumed his mouth fucking and the
two men suddenly sped up the pace of their double fucking into Rita's
voluptuously curved body. Owen could hear the rasping sound of the
other man's breathing becoming more and more excited by the moment, and
his own impending orgasm was coming on strong. He could sense that Rita
was nearing her own orgasm, and he fucked as deeply into her mouth and
throat as he could, doing his best to bring her over the edge.
"AAAaaahhh ..." Jack moaned as Rita felt her thighs and buttocks spread
wide apart by one last ass-crushing lunge. The huge, lust-extended
penis fucked as far as it could go up into her hotly engulfing belly.
It began to jerk and spew out its fiery-hot liquid deep up inside her.
She felt the heated fluid filling her asshole with a great rush as it
flooded hotly into her, almost drowning her bowels. Then there were
several convulsive little jerks of his loins up against the pelvis-
flattened moons of her ass. With that, something strange began to take
place in her own loins, a beautiful, electric, thrilling sensation that
gathered in her nerves and threatened to burst them, building closer
and closer, faster and sharper.
She mumbled something around the cock in her mouth and grunted in
desperation as she fucked back wildly against the one still spewing out
its hot liquid sperm inside her cock-filled rectum.
Then it happened to her!
She felt the glorious tremor of her own orgasm sweep through her
nakedly sweating loins. Her pussy walls flowered wide with warm flowing
gushes of heated cuntal fluid, and she closed her eyes with the power
of her cumming. Then she felt the man behind her collapse backwards,
his sperm-drained penis popping out of her forever-stretched rectum
with a loud popping sound. She still had the other man's cock in her
mouth and she wanted it to erupt in her throat and fill her hungrily
yearning belly to the bursting. She continued to slide her saliva-
heated mouth like a warm wet glove over the lasciviously thrusting
shaft and lick the smooth spongy head with her tongue on her out-
strokes. Any second now he would cum back into her throat. She could
sense it, and the mere thought brought on fresh waves of lust inside
her already cum drenched belly.
She sucked faster to keep pace with his ever increasing tempo of
thrusts. Owen looked down at the lust-wild wife's beautiful face and
plunged his penis harder, deeper between her cock-ovalled lips. Rita
bobbed her head frantically up and down until the long cock began
sudden spasmodic motions. She felt the man's hands shoot forward to
press both sides of her mouth tighter to it.
Oh ... shit! he swore as his cock jerked like a living thing and
squirted hot jets of sperm deep into her hungrily working mouth and
throat. Rita still sucked, swallowing the gushing cum, her neck
constricting with the effort. She continued on and on, swirling her
tongue around the cock head to wipe the man completely dry. His groans
of pleasure slowly simmered to less noise moans of contentment, his
hands no longer pressing against her cheeks. Then she felt the huge
penis give one final spurt of the last remaining cum that sprayed far
back against her tonsils. It was the last precious load, and he pulled
his cock free from her lips, now appearing like a cream colored banana.
Rita gave a mighty moan and fell forward onto her belly, forgetting
everything ... forgetting that her husband was still somewhere in the
room ... forgetting that she had wanted to get back at him.
All she could think about were the tiny flutterings of after-pleasure
rippling through her in voluptuous waves of delight.
That was really good honey, she heard the voice of the man whose cock
she had just sucked say. Now that she was no longer under the spell of
two penises in her body, she could see that the lights in the room were
on, and she lifted her head up to see who her second benefactor had
been.
As she moved her eyes up along the slightly twitching legs of the man,
she noticed a familiarity about him that she found increasingly
disturbing. While she had not really known it was Bob, that was what he
had assumed, but as her eyes traveled from his calves to his thighs,
and past his loins with depleted cock drooped to one side, and then to
his powerful belly and chest, she could see who the man really was.
It was her husband! She had sucked her husband's cock without even
knowing it.
She was afraid to bring her eyes to his face. What would he be thinking
about? Sure, she had wanted to get revenge on him, but as long as that
had been but a thought, she didn't have to face the reality. Now that
it was all over and there was no turning back, she wondered just what
he would do to her.
"Aren't you going to look at me?" Owen said, his voice remarkably soft
and soothing. "I'd like to thank you for sucking my penis like that. It
was wonderful, and I'm certain you'll do as well the next time."
Slowly, she managed to lift her head the rest of the way, her eyes
meeting his.
He was smiling! She had never expected him to be doing that. As soon as
her initial fear and embarrassment had passed, she had remembered that
he had been pretty busy with another woman right in the same room, and
she was all set to defend her actions.
But even that wasn't necessary. His smile didn't tell her everything
she needed to know about what he was thinking, but he wasn't holding
anything against her.
"Honey ... I ... what can I say?" her voice quavered. Even though she
could see that he wasn't angry at her, she didn't know what he was
thinking.
"Why don't you tell him that you really liked having his cock in your
mouth, and you want to suck him off again?" Tina suggested.
"And you, you big lug," Bob added, "suppose you get that mouth of yours
around her cunt. My God, you two. Something wonderful has just
happened. You should take full advantage of it."
Both Owen and Rita looked at their host and hostess. Then Owen looked
at his wife. "I think we have one or two things to clear up.
Rita was instantly relieved. She wanted to talk to her husband ...
finally get everything out in the open. She reached out to him, and he
took her hand, pulling her to a standing position with him, and they
walked out of the living room to a more secluded bedroom of the house
...
* * *
"I just had to get away from all those people for a moment," Owen said
softly when they were in one of the Reed's bedrooms. "There are things
we should have said to each other long ago."
"I know honey," Rita said, searching through her mind for those things
that had to be said. "I ... I felt pretty lonely when you stormed out
of the house like that last week."
"So did I," Owen said sheepishly. "And I want to say right here and now
that I didn't stay alone for very long. I ... I happened to meet Tina
Reed, and I went, well, we came here, and ..."
"You don't have to say anything more," Rita said. "Bob came over to our
house, and well, I was feeling pretty bad ..."
Owen stared at his wife for a long hard moment. "It sounds to me as
though they've been planning something like this far a long time," he
said, a small hint of anger in his voice.
"It certainly looks that way," Rita answered.
"They have some nerve," Owen said, clenching his fists. "I ought to
beat the two of them into pulps for interfering with our lives like
that."
"Please ... honey ... you can't do that. Things were pretty bad between
us. You have to admit that we were both acting like children. We
wouldn't have listened to words. Some people can only learn by
experience."
"You're a lot smarter than you look." Owen grinned at her.
"I'll take that as a compliment," she retorted, smiling herself. "Look
who I married."
"I think we're going to have a lot of fun when we get back home. I can
admit now that there was more than a grain of truth to what you told me
about my failing to satisfy you. I can accept the possibility of that."
"I think you're wasting your time now with that thinking," she said,
circling his hard muscled nakedness with the softness of her arms. "I
don't think you'll have any more problems in that department. All it
took was a little variation in your life. Making the transition from
college to work is not an easy thing."
"I guess we owe a great deal to the Reeds."
"Suppose we go oat there and pay up," she suggested. "There are a lot
of things I want to learn before I try them out on you."
"And there's a lot of things I have to brush up on before I try them
out on you," he answered. "You realize than when Kelly was sucking my
cock, I couldn't cum? From one extreme to the other."
"Then I would say that you owe her a belly full of sperm,"
They walked from the bedroom, their arms around each other. When the
other members of the club saw that they had returned, there was a
cheer.
"Everything all right?" Bob asked, Tina on one side of him and Kate
Wilhelm on the other.
"Couldn't be better," Owen answered for himself and his wife.
"Then suppose we get cracking. There's still a party going on. Kelly
would like a little something from Owen, and if Rita thinks she's
learned all there is to know, she's got another think coming."
The new members separated to different comers of the living room.
Owen's cock was once again becoming hard, and his mind was reeling with
several things he wanted to do to Kelly.
On the other side of the room, Rita shivered as Bob's face came closer
and closer to her belly, his tongue finally flicking out to last at her
once-again quivering flesh. She reached up and grasped his penis,
fondling it while she waited for her next lesson ... knowing that she
had a perfect teacher for the things she would have to know to keep her
husband happy ...
The End
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