Donna Allen

Eager naughty wife

CHAPTER ONE

"Give me a cock! I want a cock in here!" Cheryl Dickinson nibbled a potato chip and watched the blonde on the movie screen rub her fingers in a circular motion over her cunt. She sighed, glancing at her husband, Charlie, as the girl in the fuck-film squirmed her ass and slid her fingers up and down her blonde muffed slit.

"Charlie," Cheryl said, cuddling closer to him.

"What?" her husband of ten years grunted.

"Charlie, why don't we do it instead of watch it?" she said.

"Shut up, we'll do it later," he said.

Cheryl sighed and filled her mouth with chips. The blonde's fingers splayed over her juicy gash. The camera zeroed in for a close-up and Cheryl could see the foamy cunt-juice gush out of the girl's pussy-hole. She was getting turned-on watching, but Charlie seemed to get most of his satisfaction from the fuck-films and less and less from her lately.

Now the big-titted blonde on the screen placed one long fingernail on her cunt and slowly massaged the erect bud. Cheryl suspected she was faking it, but the blonde writhed around on the bed making soft orgasmic sounds.

"She's sure getting off on it, isn't she?" Charlie said.

"Seems to be," Cheryl said, moving her hand to his crotch and placing her fingers over his limp prick.

"Cut it out," he snapped, pushing her hand away. "I wanna see this."

On the movie screen, the blonde was shrieking, "Come and get it, someone! Oh, shit, somebody fuck me!"

Cheryl watched the screen, her own cunt twitching with sex. Charlie had begun bringing fuck-films home about a month ago and now most of the time they spent the entire evening watching strangers ball. Afterward, just before they went to sleep, they would have a quick fuck that proved unsatisfactory for Cheryl. Charlie would fall into a deep sleep right afterward, but she would stay awake for hours.

She sometimes thought she'd been foolish to marry a man ten years her senior. Still, their sex life had been wonderful for a long time. Even now, when they were both especially hot, it was great. But it happened infrequently lately.

The lush-titted brunette sighed and reached for more potato chips. The bag was empty and she realized she'd eaten the whole thing. I better watch out or I'll get fat, she thought.

She automatically moved her hands over her body. She wore a sheer short nightgown which clearly revealed her huge, dark-brown nipples and thick cunt-bush. Her legs were long for her height and her ass was slightly full and always got wolf-whistles when she walked down the street.

In the old days, Charlie had loved her ass. Maybe he still did, but he paid so little attention to her body she didn't know. Still it seemed to happen to most married couples. The first few years of marriage are exciting and after that it's down-hill all the way.

In the old days Charlie had been a terrific cocksman. He had a good thick cock and knew what to do with it. His cockhead was massive and his rod was a good seven inches fully erect. In the old days it got as hard as a rock when he was excited. Nowadays it never got more than semi-stiff.

The girl on the screen was plunging her fingers in and out of her gash. Cheryl pretended she had Charlie's massive prick-knob splitting her cunt flaps in two as his fuck pole pushed inside her slit. His cockshaft used to rub her cunt in a way that drove her crazy with excitement and she closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs altogether, pretending they were fucking now.

"Hey, honey, you get some more chips?" Charlie said, tugging at her hand. "I don't wanna miss this part."

"Okay," she sighed, climbing off the bed and going down to the kitchen.

When she was halfway down the stairs, he called out. "Bring me a beer, huh, honey?" he said?

Cheryl smiled despite her frustration. They had an old-fashioned marriage and she liked it that, way. Let the libbers shout about equal rights. She liked doing things for Charlie.

She grabbed a can of beer and another bag of potato chips and returned to the bedroom. The blonde's boyfriend had just walked in an he was sucking one of her stiff pink nipples into his mouth.

"Just enough for a mouthful," Charlie chuckled, taking the beer from her hand.

"I've got enough for a mouthful too," Cheryl said.

Charlie didn't answer and she settled back and began stuffing her mouth with chips. Her nightgown slid up to her thighs and she crossed her legs and watched the blonde on the screen.

The blonde was leaning against the headboard and cupping her huge tits, offering them to the man who had joined her. The man sat down next to her and slid his hand up and down her thighs.

The blonde grabbed his hand and pulled it over her cunt-muff. "See how wet I am?" the girl whispered. "Don't you want to do something about it?"

"Yeah, go, man, go!" Charlie chuckled, his eyes glued to the screen as he sipped his beer.

Cheryl let her thighs fall open and felt a rush of cunt juice dribble down her ass. The blonde in the film was squeezing the man's cock. He had a huge dick. Most of the men in these films had big cocks. Cheryl wondered where they found them all.

The girl slid her fingers up and down the man's massive fuck pole. Cheryl thought about some of the men she'd fucked before her marriage. One of them had had a cock as big as the man in the film. It had felt good going into her pussy, but after a while the size didn't matter. Her cunt had most of its feeling near the end of the channel, not deep inside her belly.

Still, it was nice to be fucked by a big cock. She turned and gazed at Charlie. He was totally wrapped up in the movie. He wore shorts and Cheryl could see the bulge in his crotch pulsate. There was no doubt about it, the blonde was turning him on.

She chomped away on the potato chips as the man on the screen stripped. In a moment he was totally naked and Cheryl was able to get a really good look at his cock.

She shivered slightly as she gazed at his dark-veined fuck pole. The veins throbbed and his cock swayed in front of his crotch as he climbed onto the bed next to the blonde and pointed his dick at her mouth.

"Gimme!" the girl squealed. "I've been dying to suck your dick!"

Her blonde curls flew as she wedged her head under his prick and slid her tongue over his pin-slit. She was panting for breath as she ran her fingertips over his man-meat and licked up-his pre-orgasm spunk.

She pretended to be frightened by its size. "Oh dear, I don't know if I'll be able to take all of this big thing!" she squealed.

The man snickered. "If you can't take it in your mouth I'll stick it in your ass."

"That's the way to go!" Charlie chuckled. "Give her hell."

"I wish you'd give me hell!" Cheryl hissed. "Shut up!" Charlie said. "Watch this!" The girl on the screen sat up and wrapped the fingers of one hand around the man's prick. She used her other hand to caress his huge balls. She giggled as she lifted his jism packed nuts and weighed them in her hand.

"Is this all for me, honey?" she said, extending her tongue in a lewd motion.

"Give it to her, buddy!" Charlie said.

The blonde's fingers folded around his fuck stick and she began to rhythmically move her fist up and down his massive slab of flesh. She toyed with the cock-hair coating his balls as she moved his cock skin up and down his thrust tool.

"Every inch is for you, baby," the man said while the girl leaned down and pressed his balls against her face.

"How come you never do that to me?" Charlie said.

"I never get a chance," Cheryl said.

"You're just chicken," he said.

"Listen," Cheryl said. "If you'd stop being a six-stroke wonder, maybe I'd do some exciting things too."

"Fuck you!" Charlie said. "Hey, look at that!"

The man on the screen was fondling the girl's tits. The girl leaned closer to him, her mouth poised over his prick. "I've been dying to suck your cock all day," she purred.

Her lips were parted and glistened sexily as she extended the tip of her tongue and let it swirl over his cockhead. The man grabbed her head and pulled her face into his lap.

"Go to it, baby-doll and I'll give you a good fucking later."

"Baby!" the blonde squealed, taking his cockhead into her mouth and sliding her lips over a few inches of his cockshaft.

"Get it in there!" the man said. "Take my whole cock in your mouth and make it even bigger so I can split your sweet pussy in two!"

The blonde's lips suctioned his prick-knob. Her tantalizing tongue fluttered over his shaft and licked greedily at his blood-engorged meat.

"Get it good and wet," the man said.

"Your cock is so delicious!" the blonde squealed.

By now Cheryl's cunt was awash with pussyjuice. Maybe Charlie was right. Maybe it was up to her to initiate new things into their sex life. Still, she hadn't been brought up to be aggressive in bed. She'd always assumed the man would take charge of the fucking.

In the beginning Charlie had certainly taken charge. He'd been terribly aggressive, even to the point where he wouldn't let her get on top when they fucked. Now he wanted her to, but she felt uncomfortable about it. Somehow it seemed masculine to be the one on top.

The blonde in the movie was sucking voraciously on the man's cock.

"Get it in there, baby!" the man hissed, digging his nails into the girl's spongy-looking tits.

The blonde's tongue lashed his prick, curling around his cockhead and caressing it. Her pretty face was contorted as she savored the man's massive dick.

"Some guys have all the luck," Charlie said. The blonde in the movie slowly licked her way down the man's shaft to his balls. Cheryl reached over and tried to stroke Charlie's dick, but he shoved her away. "Look at that!" he said.

Cheryl moved her hand over her snatch and tentatively caressed her cunt-muff. Charlie didn't like when she masturbated, but her cunt was so damn horny she didn't care if she made him angry.

The blonde on the screen held the man's dick-root in one hand and his spunk-filled balls in the other. She brought his nuts to her face and rubbed her moist lips over them.

Charlie was right about one thing. She wasn't a very good cocksucker. She had never particularly enjoyed it until recently. And now that she was getting off on it, Charlie hardly ever let her do it.

"So damn fucking good!" the blonde in the movie squealed as she dipped her tongue under the man's nuts.

Cheryl watched as the girl kissed the underside of the man's dick and tongued his balls. Maybe she could learn something from the movies. Maybe she could learn to give head as good as the girl on the screen and then Charlie would be more enthusiastic about her dick sucking.

The man on the screen ruffled the girl's hair and groaned with pleasure. The blonde pursed her lips and nibbled up and down the length of his fuck-stalk.

His cockhead disappeared inside her mouth and Cheryl instinctively reached over and closed her fingers around Charlie's dick. This time he didn't push her away.

"Jesus! Look at that sucking," he said as the blonde lapped her tongue over the flared rim of the man's cockhead.

Cheryl trembled as she moved her fingers up and down Charlie's limp shaft. Damn it, why doesn't he get hard? she thought.

She pulled her hand off his dick and moved it back over her cunt. Just then the man on the screen began shooting off. He grunted and directed the first wad of jism ova the girl's tits.

The blonde rubbed it into her nipples and then rolled over onto her back, her legs thrashing in the air. "Fuck me!" she shrieked.

The man climbed between her legs and mounted her. He rubbed his cock over her inner thighs and thrust it between her parted cunt flaps.

Cheryl held her breath and stroked her juice-soaked cunt as the man paused before crashing his dick into the girl's pulpy snatch.

"Fuck me good!" the blonde shrieked, her ass tilted up to meet his prick. She tossed her them from side to side, her blonde curls tousled and damp with perspiration.

Cheryl wondered if she was realty turned on. It was true that her cunt was wet, but that didn't mean much. A woman got wet when she was only slightly turned-on. Why was it that men thought if a woman lubricated she was ready to fuck? True, it was the first step, but it wasn't like a man having a hard-on.

The girl in the movie wiggled her ass and arched her back. She wrapped her legs around the man's back and imprisoned him against her.

The camera moved in for a close-up and Cheryl snaked a finger into her cunt as she watched the man's, prick spear in and out of the girl's cunt.

Her cuntlips sank in on the down-stroke and pulled back on the out-stroke. Cheryl was amazed that the man had been able to stay hard after he came. She plunged a second finger into her twat and stared with fascinated eyes as the man forced his huge dick in and out of the girl's twat.

The blonde's tits jiggled and her nostrils flared as her orgasm raged through her. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried.

If she's faking it, she's doing a great job, Cheryl thought.

The man continued ramming his dick balls deep into her velvety-looking snatch. The girl through her legs in the air and then clamped them around the man's back while he continued stroking in and out of her clutching cunt.

"I love to fuck!" the blonde squealed. "Never stop fucking me!"

"You really mean it?" the man croaked.

"Yes, I mean it!" she gasped. "I want you to fuck my brains out!"

"That shouldn't take long," Cheryl said, rubbing her thumb over her clit.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Charlie said, grabbing her hand and moving it away from her cunt. "I'll take care of that soon enough."

"There's nothing wrong with masturbating, Charlie!" Cheryl hissed. "Everyone does it."

"Not my wife," he said. "Look at that! Jesus, will you take a look at that cunt!"

Cheryl rolled over on her side and pressed her tits against Charlie's arm. The blonde on the screen was on top of the man now and she bounced up and dawn, her cunt tightly gripping his dick.

"How come you never learned how to do that?" Charlie said.

"It's not too late," Cheryl said, rubbing her nipples again with his upper arm.

The blonde leaned back, the man's prick imbedded in her cunt as she caressed her tits. "You're making me come so damn good!" she shrieked.

She lifted her ass, keeping only his cockhead in her pussy. The man grabbed her butt and guided her up and down on his upthrust dick. "I love it!" the girl yelled. "I love cock!"

She bounced up and down on his dick, her eyes shut tight and her thighs straining as she took his dick deep inside her pussy. She wiggled her ass and Cheryl watched the man's face as he climaxed.

He roared and pushed the girl down onto her back. He finished off on top of her, his cock spewing jism into the girl's cunt.

Suddenly the camera panned away from the bed, to the door. The door opened and a naked man walked into the room. The blonde gasped as she gazed at his mammoth cock.

"What's he doing here?" she said to the man on the bed.

"You said you wanted to get fucked forever," the man said as he climbed off the bed and made room for the naked man. "Good luck, sister!"

"Come here, baby," Charlie said as the movie flickered and died.

"Let's have a good long fuck tonight," Cheryl said as he rolled on top of her and wedged himself between her legs.

"Let's just have a quickie, honey," he yawned. "Tomorrow's a work day for me."

CHAPTER TWO

"I'd rather you didn't take it into the shop," Cheryl said.

The television repairman had the color set spread out on the floor of the bedroom. "I can do a better job if I take it in," he said.

"My husband wants to see the big fight tonight," she said. "Can't you do it here. Just do your best."

"You're the boss," he said.

He picked up a screwdriver and began working on the set. "Can I get you something to drink or something?" Cheryl said. Her regular repairman was on vacation and they'd sent someone she didn't know. "What's your name anyway?" she smiled. "I can't keep calling you, 'hey you'."

"Lou Pryor," he smiled, peering inside the back of the set. "And a cold glass of water would hit the spot."

"You can call me Cheryl," she said as she flounced off down to the kitchen. "I hate formality."

She felt strangely light-headed today. They'd watched a particularly good fuck-film last night and for once Charlie had taken the time to make her come. She didn't feel totally satisfied, but at least she knew she was alive.

She filled a tall glass with ice cubes and ran cold water into it. Then she returned to the bedroom and handed it to the sweating man.

"Thanks," he said as their fingertips touched. "You've got a nice place here." His eyes paused at her tits and bore into them.

Cheryl felt herself blush. "Thanks," she said. "We like it."

She felt her pussy moisten as they made small talk. "Your wife is lucky," she said tentatively.

"Why do you say that?" he said.

"Anytime her television goes out she's got a repairman right there," she said.

"Yeah, well she doesn't appreciate me, you know. It's something like the shoemaker's kids going barefoot."

"It's the same old story," she sighed. "Marriage. It's no picnic."

"You can say that again," he said. He switched on the television. "Not bad," he said. "If you can live with the little blur here, you're in business."

"No problem," Cheryl said, sliding off the bed and walking with him out of the room. "How much do I owe you?"

They walked down the stairs and Cheryl had a strange panicked feeling that she didn't want him to leave.

"It's on the house today," he said. "Oh, no," she said. "You'll get into trouble with your boss."

"You're looking at him," he chuckled. "Meet Lou from Lou's TV."

"Oh, my," she said. "Well, here, how about some lunch?" she said.

"You're sure it's no trouble," he said as he followed on her heels into the kitchen.

"No, I'd like the company," she said. He sat down and she got busy fixing sandwiches. Her mind was a blur as she covered the table with food. Lou wasn't exactly handsome, but there was a glint in his eyes when he looked at her that she found exciting.

"Yeah?" he said, biting into a sandwich. "My wife is a woman who should never have gotten married."

"Why do you say that?" she said.

He swallowed hard and took another bite of a roast beef sandwich before answering. "She doesn't like the sexual aspect of it," he said.

"Oh," she said.

"Yeah," he said, sipping a Coke. "When we were going around together, she couldn't get enough of it. But the minute she had our first kid, she closed her legs, excuse my vulgarity."

"That's okay," Cheryl said.

"This is great chow," he said. "Have you got some more potato salad?"

Cheryl went to the refrigerator and took out the bowl of salad. She spooned some onto his plate and, sat back down on her chair.

"What's the answer to it all?" she mused. "To what?" Lou said.

"To marital incompatibility."

"Hell, for me, it's easy," he said. "How, easy?"

"I get a little action outside the house. The old lady doesn't catch on and everyone's happy."

"But doesn't that put a strain on your marriage?" she said.

"Nope," he grinned. "If more people got a little on the side there wouldn't be so much divorce."

"Hmm, that's very interesting," she said. He rose up then and stretched. "That's great, Mr. Dickinson," he said.

"Oh, you're leaving," she said.

"Yeah, unless you have a better idea," he said, his eyes glittering as he gazed down at her wobbling tits.

"Oh, my," she said weakly, hugging her arms against her boobs. "I forgot I wasn't wearing a bra."

"Hey, don't mind me," he said, turning away from the door to face her. "I like 'em big."

She blushed and turned toward the living room. "If you don't have to go yet, why not sit down a while," she said, walking slowly into the living room.

She kit as if she were propelled by some strange being invading her body. She was inviting this strange man to stay in her house. A man who'd already told her he cheated on his wife. And she was practically throwing herself at him.

He seemed to realize her quandary, because he came up behind her as she stood in the middle of the room and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Any time you want me to leave, just say the word," he murmured.

She nodded, licking her lips as they sat down together on the sofa. She realized that she was strangely attracted to the man and she was certain he was attracted to her too. He sat close to her and his thigh pressed against hers.

"Do you like movies?" he said. She nodded and he moved closer to her, slipping his arm around her shoulder. "There's some great stuff on cable."

"Yes," she said softly. "I know."

"I'm glad my man was sick today," he said. "I'm glad I met you."

"Thank you," she muttered. "I'm glad I met you too."

"Do you get the idea that there's a little electricity around here between us?" he said.

"Sort of," she whispered.

He pulled her closer against him. "I know I don't look like a leading man, but they tell me I'm pretty good with the old in-and-out," he said.

He leaned down and brushed his lips over her hair. She turned her face up and felt momentarily dizzy as she melted against him.

He kissed her softly, sliding his tongue into her mouth and holding her more tightly, until his broad chest flattened her tits.

Her pussy felt more alive than it had in months. A tiny whimper escaped her throat as he pulled her tongue into his mouth. She hadn't kissed another man like this since she'd married Charlie ten years ago. But she couldn't seem to help herself. Her cunt was leading her on.

"Let yourself go," he said.

"I will if you call me Cheryl," she said.

"Cheryl," he repeated. "You're a dish, Cheryl."

He bent down again and covered her mouth with his. He speared his tongue between her lips and she trembled when she felt his fingers on her thighs.

"What are you doing?" she whimpered.

"What do you think?" he said.

"Oh, God, I don't know what to do!" she said.

"Relax," he said, stroking her silken skin.

"I don't know if I can go through with this," she said.

"Ssshh, relax and don't worry about it," he said. "Everything's going to be okay. I'll take care of you."

She forced herself to sit still as he slid his fingers over her inner thighs. He continued kissing her, tonguing her slowly and tantalizingly and her long-frustrated body responded.

She returned his kisses, feeling her tits throb and her nipples stiffen like two little hard-ons. He suctioned her tongue into his mouth and caressed her bare thighs and she felt her pussy expel a glob of cunt juice. She tried desperately to relax her mind and stop thinking about Charlie, but it was impossible. The more she tried, the more she thought about the seriousness of what she was doing.

Placing both hands on his chest, she tried to push him away.

"Don't do that," he said.

"This is wrong," she said.

"No, it's not," he said, easing her down onto her back.

She trembled as he moved his hands under her tee-shirt. She flinched when his fingers reached her naked tits. He squeezed them gently and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down on hers.

"That's better," he said.

But as wonderful as his hands felt on her boobs, she still felt guilty. She thought about what Lou had said about a little cheating helping a marriage and it made sense. I'll look at it as something I'm doing to keep my marriage intact, she thought.

She took a deep breath and thrust her tits at his stroking fingers. He moved his hands over her belly and down to her thighs before returning them to her boobs.

He expertly fondled her tits through her tee-shirt and shivers of pleasure coursed through her body. She forced herself not to think about Charlie. And she almost succeeded.

"You're a delicious woman," Lou said.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're funny too," he chuckled, sliding his hands under her tee-shirt and cupping her boobs.

"I am?" she giggled.

Suddenly he pulled her tee-shirt up over her tits. She sucked in her breath and lay back as he gazed down at her. "They're beautiful," he said, his voice soft and reverential.

"Oh, they're just like every other woman's, aren't they?" she said.

"Not my old lady," he said, his eyes glued to her brown-nippled boobs. "She's practically flat-chested."

She raised her arms when he pulled her tee-shirt up and over her head. He lay it down on the arm of the sofa and gazed down at her.

Her tits flopped around on her chest and she felt self-conscious as he continued staring at her tits.

"You'll never drown with those things," he said, gazing with delight in his eyes at her massive big-nippled tits.

She giggled, gradually relaxing as he teased her about her nervousness. Soon she relaxed completely and felt no shame when he bent down and minutely examined her brownish pink nipples.

"Do they taste as good as they look?" he said.

"I don't know," she said. "I never tasted them."

"I'll let you know after I have a taste," he said.

He held her nipples between his fingers and watched the pinkish-brown nubs grow stiffer and longer. "It's too bad you can't suck them," he said. "I once knew a girl who could suck her own jugs. She could bring herself off that way."

"You mean she'd suck her own tits while she masturbated?"

"Yeah!" His eyes sparkled with lust.

"My husband doesn't think married women should masturbate," she said.

"You're husband sounds like a jerk," he said.

"He's got a lot of good traits," she said.

Grinning down at her, he cupped her tits and watched the big globes overflow his palms. He squeezed them gently and then not so gently and she sighed softly as the pleasure caused by his fingers radiated through her.

Her pussy responded by lubricating heavily. She could feel that her panties were soaked with her cream. She'd always been a heavy lubricator. Charlie used to tease her about it. He'd tell her a guy could fall right in, she was so juiced up.

She shook her head and forced herself to stop thinking about Charlie as Lou gently pulled on her nipples. He blew his warm breath over her boobs and planted a kiss inside her cleavage.

"Oh, Lou!" she sighed, her voice low and husky and sensual.

"You like?" he said, barely touching his lips to one boob.

"I like," she whispered.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he swiped his tongue over her tits. She whimpered softly as he flicked it back and forth over one turgid nipple.

"I'm going to give your titties a good long sucking," he said.

"Oh, yes, I want you to," she said. She could hardly recognize her own voice. It sounded like some strange woman. But it's me, she thought. It's me!

She stroked his hair when his lips suddenly closed over one of her long stiff nipples. She gasped when she felt the turned-on berry being drawn into the warm wetness of his mouth.

A feeling of bliss engulfed her as he lapped his tongue over the puckered tip of her boob. Her tits had always been especially sensitive and as the television repairman sucked and licked her nipple, her entire body responded.

His sucking became more vigorous and soon he was making wet slurping noises as he went from one boob to the other. She wriggled her hips and stroked his hair, holding his hips firmly against her tits.

"Mmmmmm," he said. "I think we have a very excited lady here."

"Your mouth feels so good," she whimpered.

"Are you ready to go a little further?" he said, sitting up and placing his hands on her thighs.

"I guess so," she blushed.

She lifted her ass when he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down off her feet. He gazed with hot eyes at her bikini panties and the little curls peeking out at the sides of her crotch.

She instinctively spread her legs as he began easing her panties down her ass. When she was totally naked, he leaned over her and held her thighs as he gazed at her pussy.

His eyes glowed lustily. "As I said, you're a dish," he said.

"I'll bet you say that to all the horny housewives in town," she said.

"Only the pretty ones," he said.

He got to his feet then and unzipped his fly. He brought his prick out and her eyes widened. It was big. Bigger than Charlie's. His cock-bush was thick and his cock was over seven inches long and thick as her wrist.

"You like?" he chuckled.

"Wow!" she said.

She continued to gaze at his fuck-stick. His cockhead was massive and his balls were oversized too. She gazed up at his face and met his eyes.

"You'd never have guessed, huh?" he chuckled.

She blushed. "No, I'd never have guessed," she said.

She'd always thought only big men had big pricks. But Lou wasn't particularly tall and he wasn't huskily built. As she gazed at his cock, her long-frustrated cunt throbbed. She wanted his big dick inside her and she wanted it now.

He had other ideas. He turned around and straddled her on the sofa. His prick hung over her lips and his mouth grazed her wet cunt muff.

"Give it a good licking," he said.

For the first time in her life she wanted to suck a prick. "Yes!" she said, reaching up and curling her fingers around his prick. "Oh, yes!"

His cock throbbed against her hand. His cock skin was silky and smooth and her mouth watered as she gazed at it. She gasped when she felt his lips sink against her pussy-fur.

When his tongue parted her cunt flaps, she extended her tongue and curled it around his cockshaft. "Mmmmmmm, yes!" she sighed.

He briskly tongued her horny snatch and she hungrily licked his prick.

"Take it into your mouth!" he hissed.

She lapped the tip of her tongue over his cockhead and licked up the drop of jism brimming in his piss-slit. It was different from sucking Charlie's cock. Maybe because Lou was sucking her cunt at the same time.

She felt him tremble as she tongued his fuck-stalk. "Keep that up, baby. Get it good and hard and we'll make beautiful music together."

He rubbed his slick tongue over her clit and whipped the turned-on bud as she greedily sucked his prick-knob into her mouth. She ran her tongue over big spongy bead and licked up more spunk.

The horny housewife thought about how good it would feel when he slid his prick into her cunt. She hoped he wouldn't come in her mouth.

As if reading her thoughts, he suddenly picked his head up and forced her to release his prick. "Let's fuck," be grinned.

And Cheryl was faced with the moment of truth.

CHAPTER THREE

After her affair with Lou Pryor began, Cheryl realized just how frustrated she'd been. She became more and more impatient with Charlie, but pretended to enjoy the quick fucking he gave her every other night. She didn't want him to become suspicious so she went along with the fuck-films. But she began to dread watching them. Now that she'd started cheating the fuck-films made her terribly horny.

She continued fucking Lou once in a while, but the only thing drawing them together was sex. And she had no intention of paying for service calls every time her cunt twitched.

She confided in one of her girlfriends and found out that most of her friends had been cheating for years. They hadn't talked to her about it because she seemed so happy with Charlie, but now that she was cheating too they gave her tips on how to meet men and what to tell Charlie when she wanted to stay out late. They made her feel less guilty too.

One day she went shopping and decided to drop into a downtown coffee shop for lunch. Her friend Cindy had told her that she'd met lots of men in restaurants. Bars really. Cheryl wasn't ready to go to a bar alone, but it wasn't too difficult having lunch alone.

She'd dressed carefully that day, wearing a tight skirt and sweater and high-heeled sandals. She'd worn no stockings and had piled her hair on top of her head.

Every man in the place stared at her tits as she walked across the room and took a seat at the counter. Several women stared too, and she could see a look of envy in their eyes.

She was used to having women envy her. It was usually the ones who had ironing board figures who were the most envious. She didn't care. Let them look.

She ordered a sandwich and a cup of coffee and before the waitress had a chance to bring it the hostess dropped a note on her table. She told her it was from a gentleman in a corner booth.

Cheryl turned around and caught the eye of a good-looking man dressed in a business suit. He lifted his water glass and cocked one eyebrow.

She glanced down at the note. "Please join me," he said.

She met the man's eyes again and made a quick decision. Why not? she thought as she rose up. She waited for the waitress to appear and told her to bring her sandwich to the corner booth. Then she sashayed over to his table.

"Well, hello," he said, getting to his feet and extending his hand.

"Hi," she said breathlessly, her knees shaking and her voice soft.

He held out a chair for her and she sat down. Just then the waitress brought her food, but she no longer felt hungry.

"I'm Lance Turner," the man said. "What's your name?"

She thought fast and decided to give him a false last name. "Cheryl Smith," she said.

"Smith? Ah, yes, Smith," he smiled. "Why don't we go somewhere where we can get a drink, Cheryl Smith?"

"Okay," she said.

He snapped his fingers and the waitress quickly brought a check. He pulled out a thick wad of bills and left a generous tip before guiding her out of the restaurant.

He hustled her into a taxi and before she knew what was happening they were pulling up in front of a high-rise building and he was paying the driver.

"Where are we going?" she said.

"My place," he said.

"I thought we were going someplace to drink?" she said.

"I've got a great supply of booze," he said. They were in the elevator and on the twentieth floor before she had a chance to catch her breath. It was all so exciting! The ritzy apartment building and the plush carpeting in the hallway.

When they walked into the apartment, her eyes widened. She'd never been in an apartment like it. The view of the city was exquisite and the furnishings, though simple, were expensive.

"I guess no one's at home," she said.

"No one's ever here," he said. "It's my little hideaway."

He placed his hand on her neck and toyed with a few tendrils of hair before moving to a huge bar and mixing a pitcher of martinis.

"To us," he said, handing her a glass and taking her hand. "Let's sit here," he said, leading her to an oversized white sofa.

They sat close together and sipped their drinks. "Are you from around here?" he said.

"Well, yes," she said, puzzled by the question.

"I thought maybe you were here working the convention."

"I don't know what you mean?"

He laughed then. "You mean you're not a hooker?"

Cheryl blushed and moved away from him. She put her glass down on the coffee table and rose up. "I think I'd better go."

"No, don't go!" he said, rising up and grabbing her hand.

She let him push her down on the sofa, but this time she sat at the edge, ready to run out at any time.

"We can pretend you're a hooker," he smiled, putting her glass in her hand. "Come on, drink up and I'll give you a refill."

"Pretend I'm a hooker?" she said. "What are you talking about?"

"Surely you've heard of men who only get off if they're paying for it?" he said.

"To tell you the truth," she said, "no, I haven't."

"You're refreshingly honest," be chuckled. "Don't go."

He held tightly to her hand and she gulped her martini and began on her second. "What do you want of me?" she said.

"Pretend you're a hooker and let me pay you…"

"You're crazy!"

"Only a tiny bit kinky," he said. "Not crazy."

"Jesus Christ!" she said. "I don't know."

"Please," he said softly, stroking her hand. "Please say you'll do it."

"Well, okay," she murmured. "But, no rough stuff."

He kissed her on the cheek and switched on the stereo player. "Start by stripping to the music," he said.

She was beginning to think he was crazy, but there was something strangely exciting about the whole thing. She got to her feet and began swaying to the beat of the music.

"Start with your sweater," he said and she unbuttoned the top button on her sweater and let him see her cleavage.

"Lovely!" he said, loosening his tie and leaning back on the sofa.

She slowly unbuttoned the rest of her sweater, but kept her tits covered. The booze had relaxed her inhibitions and soon she slid her arms out of the sweater and bent over to show him her bra-covered tits.

His eyes glittered when she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her feet. She kicked it aside and stood in front of him wearing only a bra and bikini panties.

"Beautiful!" he hissed, his eyes darting from her tits to her cunt mound and back to her tits. "Now the rest!"

She reached around her back and unhooked her bra. It was a crazy scene, but she felt herself turning on. She realized she felt like one of the girls in the fuck-films. In fact recently one of them had stripped just this way for a man.

Her bra slipped off her arms and in a moment her massive melon-shaped tits bounced free from the confines of the flimsy cups. Lance placed his glass on the coffee table and leaned forward to get a better look at her jiggling tits.

"They look good enough to eat, my dear," he smiled.

She swayed her hips and let her tits wobble around. She stood with her feet planted wide apart and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

"Wonderful!" he pinned. "You're as good as any professional!"

She didn't know whether to be flattered or not. Well, here goes, she thought as she began lowering her panties. I'll never get to heaven now!

He chuckled gleefully as her bristly black cunt-muff came into view. She closed her eyes and let the music invade her body. She turned around and let him have a good look at her lush butt. She continued sliding her panties down her legs and soon they landed at her feet and she stepped out of them.

She turned around again and faced him. His checks were flushed and his nostrils flared. Six months ago she was a faithful wife and now she was pretending to be a hooker. Life was so crazy!

"Come here," he said, holding his arms out.

She wiggled over to the sofa and let him pull her down onto his lap. He quickly placed his hand over one creamy-skinned tit and she felt her cunt respond.

"Nice, an innocent slut!" he said.

"That's not exactly a compliment," she said as he pushed her off his lap.

"Come into the bedroom," he said.

She followed him down the hall and into the plush furnished bedroom. He quickly stripped his clothes off and she was pleased at the shape he was in. He had to be at least as old as Charlie, but his belly was flat and hard looking and he didn't have an extra ounce of fat on him.

He seemed to read her mind. "You seem surprised," he said.

She gazed at his prick and nodded. She tried to hide her disappointment. His cock lay nestled against his cock-bush. It was limp and lifeless looking. He hadn't been as excited by her strip as she'd thought.

"You're wondering why my cock isn't hard, aren't you?" he said.

She blushed. "Yes," she said.

"It'll get hard," he said. "It sometimes takes time."

They climbed onto the bed and he pulled her on top of him. She straddled his chest, her pussy-thicket tickling his chin and his chest hair tickling her ass. He reached up and parted her cuntlips, exposing her cunt-folds to his eyes. He extended his tongue and slithered it over her slit. When it touched her cunt, she felt an electric charge rage through her.

"My cock is getting hard," he said. "Feel it and see."

She moved her hand back and touched his prick. Sure enough it felt stiff and it stirred under her touch. She smiled down at him as he rubbed her cunt with his tongue-tip.

He slid his hands under her asscheeks and brought her pussy closer to his mouth. Again and again he tongued her clit and lashed her cunt.

She began wiggling her hips as her cunt became aroused.

"Take your hair down," he said.

Her tits jiggled when she raised her arms and pulled the hairpins out of her hair. Her long thick hair fell down her shoulders and fanned out over her tits.

"Later I'm going to wrap your hair around my cock," he said.

Suddenly he pushed her down onto her back and he straddled her. His cock hung over her mouth, and she wrapped her fingers around it and sucked his cockhead between her moist lips.

She pumped his cock skin while she tongued his knob. Ever since her affair with Lou Pryor, she more and more enjoyed giving head. Even Charlie noticed that she was better at it. She smiled when she thought of Lou's advice the first time they'd fucked. It'll be good for your marriage, he'd said. And it is! she thought defiantly. It is!

Now she ran a series of tiny kisses over Lance's fuck pole. It still wasn't totally hard, but it danced in her hand and spewed out fuck cream.

She brought his crimson cockhead to her lips and kissed it wetly before darting her tongue up and down his fuck-stalk.

"Stick your finger in my asshole!" he hissed.

She froze. "Your asshole?" she said, her fist closed around his cock-root.

"Stick your finger in my asshole!" he repeated.

What the hell did I get myself into? she thought as she reached around and snaked her fingers into his ass crack.

She found his bung and held her breath while she forced a finger into the puckered little hole. He grunted and his cock bounced against her nose as it twitched and stiffened in front of her eyes.

Suddenly his dick became enormous. It was now a thick pole of male-meat, and she opened her jaws wide and let him slide it over her tongue.

"I told you it would get big," she hissed.

She thrust her finger knuckle-deep into his brownie. She churned it around his velvety bowels and sucked half his fuck-stick into her mouth.

She felt his hand on her snatch and soon he turned around and they were in the classical sixty-nine position. He fastened his lips on her erected cunt and sucked it hungrily while she worked her tongue and lips over his dick. She moaned softly as he gnarled three fingers together and plunged them into her cunthole.

He held her cunt between his teeth and bit down gently as he finger-fucked her pussyhole. She sucked gluttonously on his prick as her cunt exploded in an orgasm.

He continued lapping her clit and fingered her gash while she finger-fucked his asshole and sucked and licked his dick. His tongue was everywhere at once and his fingers felt like a cock in her snatch.

She gasped with pleasure when he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and forced his tongue inside. She whimpered and released his dick from her mouth momentarily as the wild sensations of an orgasm raged through her.

He tongue-fucked her until she thought she'd faint from the wonderful sensations. She clawed his ass flesh and whimpered as he forced more of his cock into her throat.

Her powerful pussy-muscles gripped his tongue and pulled it deep inside her when she climaxed again. Finally he withdrew his tongue and chuckled. "You've been starved for it, haven't you, Miss Smith?"

She giggled happily. She no longer thought he was kinky. She liked him more and more. He had a talented tongue. She loved the way his horny fuck pole filled her mouth and she looked forward to having it in her cunt.

She trembled when he stroked her ass crease and stuffed his index finger into her bung. No one had ever done that to her before and the feeling was incredible.

He tongued her cunt while he fingered her asshole and the horny brunette came again. "I'll fuck you in the ass sometime," he said.

Her pussy-juice drenched his face. He lifted his ass and began fucking her face. "I can't take too much of this," he said. "I think we'd better fuck now before I blow it."

He stretched out on his back and told her to straddle him. "Get your pretty ass over here," he said.

She would have done anything he wanted at that moment. She planted her pussy over his cock and he arched upward when she fitted his cockhead into her pussy-socket.

And then he was inside her. She raised her ass and pushed down as his fuck-stick filled her twat. He held her hips and directed the thrusting, ramming his prick in and out of her hot juicy pussy.

His teeth pulled back and his eyes glittered as he rammed his dick into her gash. She bounced around over him, but he directed the fucking.

He grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard as he stroked his prick deep inside her snatch. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and she flattened her body over his as her pussy erupted.

She sobbed with pleasure as her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms. Her pussy gripped his prick and in a moment he shot his load into her depths.

When his limp dick slipped out of her cunt, she rolled onto the bed and he closed his arms around her. "That was some fuck," he said. "Don't go away before I pay you. You sure you're not a pro?"

She sat up and threw a pillow over his face. "Let's do it again, shall we?" she said.

CHAPTER FOUR

Cheryl sat at the kitchen table nervously smoking a cigarette and sipping black coffee. She stared at the clock on the wall. It was her fifth cup of coffee and her tenth cigarette and it was only eleven o'clock.

She was a nervous wreck. She had an itch in her cunt that wouldn't go away. After Charlie left for work she spent an hour in bed masturbating, but it hadn't helped. Her pussy was horny for a cock. Nothing else would do.

She poured more coffee and glanced at the clock again. She crossed her legs ad toyed with the idea of getting dressed. An hour before she had telephoned Lou Pryor and told him she needed to see him right away. And, although he had hesitated a while, he'd promised to be there by eleven. Now here it was five after and he still wasn't there.

Six months had passed since she'd begun her affair with Lou. And her obsession with fucking was getting out of hand. She thought about sex twenty-four hours a day and instead of helping her marriage she was more discontent with Charlie than ever.

Damn that Lou! she thought as she puffed her cigarette. Where is he?

She thought about the boy in the grocery store where she stopped. She tried not to, but couldn't seem to help herself. She hadn't thought of him before except as a sweet kid. But lately she was noticing his firm young ass and the way his cock filled his jeans.

She noticed other young boys too. Boys half her age.

She jumped when the telephone rang, upsetting her coffee cup as she reached for it. "Yes?" she said.

"It's me, Lou," the voice said. "I'm running late."

"Oh, God, Lou, when can you make it?"

"I don't know. Hold on a minute."

She heard his muffled voice as he spoke to someone in the shop. Then he came back onto the line. "I'll be there as soon as I can." And he hung up before she could reply.

"Damn!" she hissed as she replaced the receiver. "Damn him and every other man in the world!"

She flounced upstairs to dress. She dropped her robe onto the floor and ran hot water into the tub. She glanced at her naked body in the mirror and paused to admire her upthrust tits and pinkish-brown nipples.

"Lou, you jerk, you don't know what you're missing!" she whispered to her image.

She smiled as she climbed into the tub. He knew what he was missing all right. And she'd found out he was fucking half a dozen women in the neighborhood so he didn't really need her. No wonder he was so cocky.

She soaped her cunt-bush and lathered her asshole very carefully. Lou had a wonderful way of sticking his tongue into her butt and she liked to be spanking clean for him.

She didn't dawdle in the tub. When Lou arrived she wanted to be dressed and waiting for him. She felt the usual excitement at the prospect of getting her pussy worked over and she dressed quickly.

Since she had so much competition from other horny housewives in the neighborhood, she decided to wear something sexy. She rummaged in a drawer and found what she was looking for. Lance had bought her a pair of black fishnet stockings and a black lace garter belt. He still insisted on paying her, and he always pretended she was a hooker.

She slipped a pair of sheer French bikini panties over the garter belt and covered her tits with a flimsy lace half-bra that barely covered her massive boobs. They were all gifts from Lance who loved her to dress up.

Dabbing perfume inside her cleavage, she decided to let her long black hair hang free down her back. Lou liked when her hair fanned out over her tits. He thought long hair was sexy.

It was funny how lusty Lou was. God knows, Charlie is much better looking, she thought as she slipped into high heeled mule and a short robe. For the first time she wondered if Charlie was cheating too.

She went back downstairs, into the living room. She opened the blinds and let some sunlight into the room.

This place looks like a dump, she thought a she glanced around. I've got to clean up one of these days.

She hated housework and cooking. But Charlie insisted on a hot cooked meal every night. The thought of Charlie made her shiver. She still loved him and always had him in mind when she fucked another man.

Guilty, guilty, guilty, she thought as she emptied the ashtrays.

When she returned to the room, the front doorbell rang and her pussy throbbed with anticipation. "I'm coming!" she trilled as she dashed to the door.

When she opened the door, her mouth dropped, and she clutched her robe around her tits. "Who are you?" she said.

"I'm Lou's son," the boy said. "He couldn't make it and sent me instead."

She stood back and let him come into the house. That son-of-a-bitch! she thought as she led the boy upstairs. "The color television's up in the bedroom," she said.

She felt the boy's eyes on her ass as she sashayed up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He dropped his tool box and carefully slipped his jacket off.

"The picture keeps fading," she said, knowing the boy would find nothing wrong with the set. Lou had just fixed it last week and it was working perfecting.

The boy said nothing as he began taking tools out of the box.

"So you're Lou's boy," she said. The boy nodded and blushed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. She hadn't bothered to make the bed and now she shoved the blanket around, her pussy aching. "Is it warm out?" she said.

"Yeah," be said, obviously trying not to stare at her tits.

"Do you like helping your dad out?"

He turned to face her and grinned. "Yeah," he said.

That son-of-a-bitch Lou, she thought. It would serve him right if I came on to the kid.

"Why don't you forget about that thing now," she said. She patted the bed, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she had a chance to censor herself. "Come sit down and talk to me. I'm lonesome."

Obviously attempting to avert his eyes, he moved to the bed and sank down next to her. She let her robe open slightly and leaned forward to give him a good look at her cleavage.

Lou, you bastard, she thought. You asked for it. Now I'm going to corrupt your kid.

She placed her hand on his thigh. "Have you got a girlfriend? What the hell is your name, anyway?"

"Joey," he mumbled.

"And?"

"And? Oh, yeah, I've got a girl, kind of." Her eyes burned into his crotch. She was too horny to turn back. There was no doubt that his prick was stirring inside his jeans. If the kid was half the cocksman his father was she'd get a good fucking.

He gazed at her tits and she felt her pussy moisten. She could almost feel his teenage prick between her legs and plunging into her cunt.

"Excuse the way I look," she said, demurely crossing her legs and holding her robe over her thighs. "I wasn't expecting your father this early."

A tiny smile played at the corners of Joey's mouth. She pressed her thigh against his and felt the heat of his strong young body permeate her flesh.

Her voice became husky as her arousal increased. She slipped her arm around his shoulders and rubbed her cheek against him. "You don't mind, do you?" she said.

She rose up then and stood in front of the boy. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her tits forward. Her nipples throbbed inside the lacy cups of her bra.

"You're a good-looking boy, Joey," she purred. "DO you know it?"

The young man's eyes were glued to her cleavage. She felt her cunt overflow with pussy-juice, turning the nylon crotch of her panties into a swamp.

She wondered if the boy could smell her sex. Charlie said he sometimes smelled her when she was horny. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she said.

"Yeah," he said.

"Oh, you're just being polite," she smiled.

"No, I think you're beautiful," he said. "I think you're cute," she said. She leaned over and let her long black hair fall over one shoulder. Her tits strained against her flimsy robe and she deliberately let her thighs show.

"Do you like what you see?" she said. He nodded, his eyes half shut and his lips moist. She cupped her tits and stroked them. "How do these compare with the girls you know?"

She toyed with the outline of her stiff nipples and the young man grinned. "I'd like to see them better," he said boldly.

God help me, she thought.

She dropped to her knees ill front of the boy and unzipped his fly. "I think there's something in here that wants to get out." He breathed as she brought his prick out into the open.

He sucked in his breath as she focused her eyes on his fully stiff cock. "Jesus, Mrs. Dickinson!" he said.

"It looks like it's going to explode," she giggled, touching his cockhead. She wanted to wrap her lips around his juiced-up knob, but forced herself to go slowly.

"As long as I've seen yours, you're entitled to see mine," she puffed.

She opened her robe and let him have a good look at her body. She wiggled her hips and giggled at the expression on the boy's face. He stared at her massive boobs bulging out of the tiny cups of her bra. His gaze darted over her cunt-mound barely covered by her bikini.

"Your father might kill me for this," she said, unclasping her bra and drawing the tiny cups off her melons, "but here goes."

She threw her bra onto the bed and tossed her head so that her tits bounced invitingly in front of his eyes. She stroked her boobs. Her nipples were already stiff with excitement.

"Here!" she hissed, cupping her tits and directing them at his mouth. "Suck these before I change my mind!"

She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. His prick stuck out of his fly and he leaned over and closed his lips over one of her tits.

She clasped her hands around his neck and held his mouth firmly against her love-starved jugs. The sound of his vigorous sucking filled the room and sent shock waves of excitement racing through her.

She tensed up when she felt his fingers on the waistband of her panties. He sucked gluttonously on her boobs while he rolled her panties down to her thighs.

The horny housewife felt his fingers tremble as they lingered over her butt. He snaked them into her ass crack and held her asscheeks in both hands before sliding her panties down to her feet.

She stepped out of them and inhaled sharply when he slid his hands around to her cunt mound. She stepped out of her panties while his mouth remained glued to her tits.

"Suck my cunt!" she hissed, her voice quavering with excitement. She shoved his head down until his lips touched her cunt muff.

She spread her legs further apart and in a moment his face was buried against her steaming gash. She held his head firmly as he lashed his tongue up and down her gaping slit. She jumped down onto the bed and he fell on top of her, his talented tongue licking her horny snatch.

Waving her legs in the air, she moved her hands under her asscheeks and raised up her crotch to give him total access to her cunt. He lay between her thighs, his lips and tongue and teeth lapping her cunt and sucking her turgid tissues.

"My cunt! My cunt!" she hissed. "Bring me off!"

He used his tongue-tip on the throbbing organ, relentlessly licking it until the hot cunted brunette climaxed. She thrashed her legs in the air and clamped her thighs against his head as her pussy convulsed.

He pulled his face away from her gash and wiped his lips. She lay back and gasped for breath. She noticed he was still fully dressed and told him to take his jeans and shorts off.

The young man grinned as he struggled out of his clothes. His hips were narrow and his chest was lean, but his prick was lovely. She gazed at his body and it looked so young and vulnerable she had second thoughts about what she was doing. But not for long.

If they're big enough, they're old enough, she thought as she forced him down on his back and straddled him. Her tits hung over his thighs and she held his cock in her hand while she squeezed his dick-root. She dropped down and pressed his prick against her moist lips and wrapped her arms around his ass.

She rubbed his juicy cockhead over her flushed face. When his prick reached her mouth, she sucked it inside for a moment and then licked his stiff shaft.

She moved one hand behind his dick to caress his almost-hairless balls. His nuts felt so fragile and sweet. She draped his legs over her shoulders and moved one hand to his ass crack. His eyes were shut tight and he folded his hands over his chest as she rubbed his asshole and licked his prick-knob.

She didn't push her finger into his asshole the way Lance had taught her to do. She didn't want him getting too excited and shooting off before they had a chance to fuck. Her pussy was still horny. Being sucked was nice, but she needed a good hard fucking too.

She moved his pink cock skin up and down his cockshaft, careful not to give it too much friction. He grimaced when she rolled off his body and stretched out on her back.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" he said.

"Let's fuck!" she said.

"I could have come and then fucked," he whined.

He mounted her, his cheeks pink and his eyes glittering as she held her legs open and showed him the crimson interior of her gash. He grinned at her lewd position.

"You're not mad, are you?" she giggled.

"Shit, no!" he said.

"Come to mommy," she teased, pulling her knees back to her tits and humping her ass up off the bed.

She knew her garter belt and stockings framed her cunt sexily. She was grateful to Lance. He was a little kinky, but he'd taught her a lot.

"I like to look at a girl's ass when I fuck her," Joey said.

"Oh, Christ!" Cheryl giggled as she rolled onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass in his face. "Go to it, honey!"

"Jesus, you've got a great ass, Mrs. Dickinson," he said.

She craned her neck and watched the young man fit his prick into her pussy. "It's a tight fit, huh?" she smiled.

"I like it that way," he croaked.

"I can take more!" she gasped. "Stick it all the way in!"

"Oh, God, you're so damn tight!" he grunted, plunging his entire fuck pole into her clutching hole.

She pressed her cheek into the mattress and stroked her tits while the young man began whip ping his dick in and out of her snatch.

His balls slapped her butt-flesh and his cock lunged in and out of her depths. She'd never had a cock so deep inside her before and the force of his thrusts took her breath away.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she panted. "Oh, dear God, this is too much!"

She came after another dozen strokes and brought the boy off with her. They rolled around on the bed and Cheryl cradled him against her.

When the telephone rang, the young man sat up. "That's probably my dad," he said.

"Oh, fuck!" Cheryl breathed. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, what now?"

CHAPTER FIVE

One day her girlfriend Cindy Fields phoned and invited her over for lunch.

"I've got something to ask you," the blonde said.

"What is it?" Cheryl said.

"Let's talk after you get here."

"Whatever," Cheryl shrugged.

She hung up the phone and got dressed. Cindy lived a short distance away and they frequently met for lunch and shopping. Once in a while one of them fixed lunch and they spent the afternoon gossiping. Cheryl enjoyed those days. Cindy was not only a lot of fun, but the two friends confided their innermost thoughts to each other.

"What's up?" Cheryl said when she arrived.

"Here," Cindy said, putting a glass of white wine in her hand. "Cheers."

Cheryl accepted the drink and gulped half of it down as they walked into the living room of the Fields' home. "What did you want to ask me?" she said.

"I think I'm in love," Cindy said.

Cheryl blinked. "In love?"

"Yes, in love," the blue-eyed blonde said, her face tight and her voice serious.

"Well, that is something, isn't it?" Cheryl. "Maybe I'll have a little more wine."

The blonde refilled their glasses and Cheryl gazed at her as she described her lover. "He's nothing like Lloyd," the blonde said. She smiled then, revealing two deep dimples. "Thank God he's nothing like Lloyd."

Cheryl leaned back against the sofa. Everyone knew that Lloyd was never home and no one blamed Cindy for cheating on him. He was married to his job and traveled ninety percent of the time, with plenty of action of his own on the road.

Now Cheryl realized that Cindy was weeping. "He's got a real strong personality," she said. "And I'm afraid I'm going to lose him if I don't make him happy."

"Why would you lose him?" Cheryl said. "With your looks and body, he's lucky to have you."

"You don't know," the lush-titted blonde sobbed. "He can have any woman he wants. He's incredible in bed."

"That good, huh?" Cheryl said.

"Better," Cindy said.

"So, what's the problem?" Cheryl said. Cindy licked her lips and seemed to be forcing herself to meet Cheryl's eyes. "He likes… kind of kinky things sometimes."

"Kinky things in bed?" Cheryl said. Cindy nodded. "Well, let me tell you about this guy named Lance I've been seeing," Cheryl giggled. "Talk about kinky!"

"No," Cindy said, wiping her eyes with a tissue. "You've told me about Lance. Marty is different. He doesn't have any problems in the sack. He just likes variety."

"You mean like whips and chains?" Cheryl said.

"I mean like two girls at one time," Cindy said.

"Oh," Cheryl said. Her eyes widened and she sat forward on the sofa. "Oh, I get it. And you want me to…"

"Please!" the blonde murmured. "Cheryl, I'd do it for you, honest! And he's the best lover I've ever had. You'd enjoy it."

"Hey, wait a minute," Cheryl said. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I'm just surprised."

"You mean you'll do it?" Cindy said, her eyes shining and her pretty face relaxed and smiling. "Oh, God, Cheryl, I'll be grateful for the rest of my life. I'm really gone on this guy."

"Okay, you'll owe me one," Cheryl giggled. "I've never done it with another woman. But set up a date and I'll try it."

"He's coming over today," Cindy said, holding her breath.

"Oh, Jesus!" Cheryl said.

"I've gotta fix my hair," Cindy said as she rose up and dashed for the stairs. "Oh, I can't tell you how grateful I am to you, Cheryl."

Cheryl wondered if he expected Cindy and herself to fool around. She intended drawing the line there. She didn't mind balling some stud along with Cindy, but she had no intention of getting involved sexually with the blonde or with any woman. Just the thought of it made her shudder. It's just not my bag, she thought.

Cindy returned in a few minutes and got her to go up to the master bedroom and wait until Marty arrived. "His name is Marty Martin," the blonde said as Cheryl relaxed on a lounge chair in the bedroom. "And don't make any cracks about it. He's very sensitive about his name."

He arrived shortly afterward, and Cindy ran downstairs to let him in. Cheryl stood in the doorway and listened to their conversation.

"I got here as quick as I could," a deep voice said.

Cheryl heard nothing for a few minutes and she assumed they were kissing. Then she heard Cindy squeal and Marty snicker.

"Upstairs, huh?" he said. "Good girl. Let's go."

Cheryl tiptoed back into the room and sat down on the lounge chair with her tits thrust forward and her skirt up to her knees so he would be able to see her legs.

He filled the doorway. "This is Marty," Cindy smiled.

Marty whistled when be walked into the room. "So this is Cheryl," he said.

He took her hand and she rose up, her heart pounding as he examined her tits and ass. Cindy looked happy and Cheryl was mesmerized. He was not just good looking, but he had an animal magnetism about him that turned her knees to jelly.

"Cindy has told me all about you," he said. He patted her ass. "But you're even prettier than she described."

He gazed at Cindy and then back at Cheryl.

"You two look good enough to eat," he chuckled. "I love a blonde and a brunette together. Delicious!"

Cindy asserted her ownership over him by cuddling against his chest. "Shall we get started honey?" she said.

"Yeah," he said, his eyes boring into Cheryl's boob. "You watch while I make it with her first."

A flicker of disappointment crossed the blonde's dimpled face, but she soon smiled and squeezed Cheryl's hand. "Go ahead," she said. "I don't mind."

Marty quickly scrambled out of his clothes, but Cheryl remained dressed. She was uncertain of what to do next.

"Take your clothes off!" Cindy hissed.

The blonde sat on the edge of the bed next to Marty while Cheryl stripped. When Cheryl climbed onto the bed on the other side of Marty, Cindy took her hand and placed it over Marty's crotch.

"Suck it," Marty said.

Cheryl gazed at Cindy as if for approval. The blonde beamed and nodded before Cheryl lowered her mouth to his big purplish cockhead.

She trembled as Cindy held his fuck-stick and guided it between her lips. She lapped her tongue up and down the sides of his stiffening prick, savoring the male-aroma of his crotch.

Cindy used the fingers of one hand to squeeze the root of his very thick cock while she used her other hand to stroke his balls. She pushed them up to meet Cheryl's darting tongue.

"Okay, baby," he said to Cindy. "You can have a lick of the lollipop too."

Cindy squealed and knelt down to place her mouth on one of his balls. She nibbled on the leathery nut and ran her tongue over his cock bush.

"She's crazy about sucking my cock," he said to Cheryl.

"I love your cock!" the blonde hissed.

She nuzzled her face against his balls and in her hands under his ass. Cheryl sucked his wick into her mouth and swishing his knob from one check to the other. She dipped the tip of her tongue into his pisser and slid her lips over another inch of his thick shaft.

He told Cheryl to sit on his face. "I want to taste your pussy," he said.

She scrambled around on the bed and straddled his head. She gazed down at his handsome face and then shifted forward until her pussy hovered over his mouth.

"Jesus, look at that swamp!" he snickered.

Cindy bobbed her head up and down as she mouth-fucked his dick. Cheryl faced her, wiggling her ass as Marty buried his lips in the thick triangle of her pussy-fuzz.

The horny, housewife threw her head back and ground her cunt into his face. He licked and sucked her cunt flaps and drove his tongue inside her pussy-hole.

Cindy continued devouring his dick while he swirled his tongue around the velvet-lined folds of Cheryl's cunt and suctioned her clit into his mouth.

Suddenly he pushed her off his face. "Get back there and suck my cock," he said.

Cheryl moved back between his legs and Cindy handed her his cock.

"Hey, girls," he said, sitting up and forcing them to release his cock. "I've got an idea. One of you smear my dick with ice cream and the other one lick it off. You can take turns if you want."

"Let me see in the house," Cindy said.

She climbed off the bed and grabbed, a robe before running downstairs to the kitchen.

"Heat up some hot fudge too," he shouted after her.

He grabbed Cheryl then and pushed her down on her back. He climbed on top of her and began a gluttonous sucking of her tits. She wrapped her legs around his basic as they rolled around the bed.

"I'm dying to fuck you without Cindy around," he said.

His strong fingers caressed her ass flesh and he drilled a finger brutally inside her bung. "I'm going to give you a back-door job," he said. "Turn over…"

She rolled onto her hands and knees. Her cunt was awash with juice and she couldn't remember being this horny. He knelt behind her and squeezed her butt.

"What a gorgeous ass," he said. "Shit, your asshole is tight!"

"Is it going to hurt?" she said.

"Don't tell me your asshole is cherry?"

"It is?" she said.

"Fuck!" he muttered. "Well, it might be a little messy, but here goes."

Cheryl trembled when he wet his cockhead down with her cunt-cream and wedged his fuck pole inside her butt-crease. He grunted and moved one hand around to grip her tits.

"Play with your cunt," he said.

She slid her hand over her pussy while he toyed with her tits and massaged her asshole with pussy-juice.

"Here's the ice cream," Cindy said as she walked into the room. "I couldn't find any hot fudge. Jesus Christ!" she whispered when she saw Marty's cock at the entrance to Cheryl's bung.

"Get over here and watch," he said to the blonde. "Sit over there and open your cunt so I can see it while I fuck her asshole."

Cindy climbed onto the bed near Cheryl's head and the brunette gazed at her blonde fuzzed cunt too while Marty forced his cockhead into her butt-hole.

She groaned and fell forward as his prick knob invaded her bung. It seemed to tear her insides apart and she felt like she had a grapefruit up her ass.

"Relax and push out," Marty muttered. "Pretend you're taking a shit."

She forced herself to relax as he shoved more of his dick into her butt. The pain was incredible but she pushed out and soon his dick was imbedded in her bowels.

She spooned ice cream into her mouth. She kept her legs open so Marty could see her cunt and after a few minutes she was in Cheryl's asshole.

She sucked in her breath when he began pistoning his dick in and out other shitter. She cried out, opening her mouth wide as the wild sensations of the corn-holing filled her snatch.

Cindy shoved a spoonful of ice cream into Cheryl's mouth and she swallowed it down as she frantically fingered her pussy. He quickened his strokes and she pumped her ass back to meet his thrusts.

She came then, her asshole clutching his prick, but he controlled his climax and continued sawing in and out of her butt. Her asshole was stretched wide. Wider than she'd thought possible. His cock throbbed and swelled inside her and he released her tits when he began coming.

He battered her shitter as his cream exploded in her bowels. He panted and the entire bed shook as he brutalized her once-tight asshole.

Her face was pushed into the mattress and she continued clawing at her cunt as he dropped his load into her butt. His prick drilled in and out of her asshole with such force she thought he would split her in two.

But he didn't. He finally slipped his cock out of her butt and collapsed on the bed. She rolled over onto her back. Her asshole ached and she was relieved when Cindy climbed between Marty's legs and began caressing his limp dick.

"Lovely fucked-out cock," the blonde moved incredibly, sucking his cockhead into her mouth.

"Jesus!" Cheryl sighed. His prick was streaked with mucous and shit, but the blonde seemed completely oblivious as she swirled her tongue lovingly up and down his shaft.

"My whore," Marty chuckled when he noticed the horrified expression on Cheryl's face. "You're all whores at heart."

Cindy stuck her ass up in the air and pressed her lips over his cock-knob. She licked up and down his prick from the tip of his dick to his balls. She cleaned him up like a mother cat cleans her kittens and he chuckled as he tousled her hair.

"It's getting hard again," he said, his eyes boring into Cheryl's tits. "Play with your cunt. I like to see you do that."

The brunette began fingering her cunt. If Charlie could see me now he'd shit a brick! she thought.

Cindy tightened her moist lips over Marty's dick. She held his spongy knob between her teeth and bit down. He groaned and gripped her head as she suctioned in half of his fuck-stalk.

"Bite it!" he hissed.

She bit it. Cheryl finger-fucked her pussy while the blonde sucked voraciously on his dick. It wasn't long and his cock was hard again, sticking up from his crotch like a piece of steel.

"There she blows!" he chuckled, motioning toward Cheryl. "Come here, you gorgeous piece of ass, and suck my cock."

Cheryl scrambled around and knelt down next to Cindy. Both women licked his prick. Long blonde hair mixed with long black hair on his crotch as they took turns sucking his dick and balls.

At one point their tongues met and Cheryl's pussy spasmed. She pulled back as if she'd been burned and concentrated on his butt hole.

"Next time you two make it and I watch," Marty said.

Cheryl pushed her hair off her face and sat back on her haunches. "Not on your life," she said.

"Educate her, will you," he snickered at Cindy.

The blonde turned to gaze at Cheryl, her mouth stuffed with cock and her fingers stroking his balls. Her eyes seemed to implore Cheryl to go along with whatever he said, but the brunette had no intention of letting him think she'd been willing to do anything as perverted as make it with another woman.

She lay back on her side and picked up the dish of ice cream. She spooned some into her mouth and thought about Marty's proposal. She'd spent the last hour trying to ignore Cindy's body. She'd never seen her totally nude before and she'd been disturbed by how her cunt responded to the blonde's curvaceous ass and big tits. So she'd tried ignoring her while they both concentrated on Marty's big prick.

But he spoiled it by bringing up the unmentionable and Cheryl felt her former excitement disappear as she finished the ice cream.

"Smear it on my cock and lick it up!" Marty grunted.

"It's gone," Cheryl said.

"Fuck you, you cunt!" he said. "I'm coming without it!"

CHAPTER SIX

"This place looks like a dump," Charlie said one morning as he dressed. "You'd think that since you don't have anything else to do you'd keep the place clean."

"It only gets dirty again," she yawned. "You're a lazy bitch," he said. "I don't know why I keep you around here."

"You keep me around because I'm such a good lay," she grinned.

"Speaking of lays, how come you stopped bitching about not getting enough?" he said. "Oh, I'm submerging myself in other interests."

"Well, get her!" he chuckled. "If I know you, you're spending half the day with a candle in your cunt."

She rose up from the bed and wrapped a robe on before following him down the stairs. "Now, honey, you know I wouldn't do anything so perverted."

"Yeah, well, you better not," he muttered as he grabbed his raincoat out of the hall closet. He patted her ass and gave her a quick kiss. "Be home late, honey," he said as he opened the door. "Keep your pussy warm."

She closed the door behind him and went into the kitchen to pour a fresh cup of coffee. She felt guilty at moments like this. Charlie apparently had no suspicion whatever about her conduct.

The jerk! she thought as she sipped the hot coffee. The loveable jerk!

There had been some changes since she'd begun cheating on Charlie. Because she felt guilty, she tried harder to please him in bed. And all the cocksucking she'd been doing was to Charlie's advantage. Not only did she love giving head, she used her new talents on her husband and it made a difference in their sex life.

She remembered what Lou Pryor said to her so many months ago. And was right. She loved Charlie more than ever. Her cheating was keeping their marriage intact not splitting it apart.

She tried not to think about it anymore and got out the scrub-brush and bucket to clean the bathroom and kitchen floors. Charlie was right. She was a terrible housekeeper.

She spent the next four hours whipping through the house and when she was through she collapsed on the bed. It'll be dirty again in a week, she thought as she turned onto her belly and slid her hand over her pussy.

When the telephone rang she answered it, excited to her Cindy's voice asking her to come over as soon as possible.

"I'm a mess," Cheryl said. "I'll have to shower and wash my hair. I just did the cleaning-house routine."

"You cleaned the house?" Cindy giggled. "Well, now anything's possible. But seriously, come over as soon as you're dressed. Marty's coming over and he's dying to see you again."

"He's not going to bug us about making it together, is he?" Cheryl said.

"Nor he knows you're not interested," the blonde said.

They hung up and Cheryl got busy dressing. She took quick shower and washed her long hair. She let it dry naturally and pulled it back with a pink ribbon.

Her pussy felt horny and she was excited about fucking Marty again. She thought about his desire to see the two women ball and she shivered. "Too perverted," she whispered out loud.

When she was dressed, she left the house and within fifteen minutes was sitting on the sofa in Cindy's living room with a can of beer in her hand and Marty's mouth on her left tit.

"Now this is what I call heaven," he said.

Cheryl's pussy drooled. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled at Cindy who was nervously gulping a beer.

Marty lapped his tongue over Cheryl's stiff nipple and then suddenly released her boob and rose to his feet. "I've got to leave for a while," he said. "You girls find something to do. I'll be back."

He left the house before Cheryl had a chance to catch her breath. Her left tit hung out of her bra, exposed to Cindy's eyes. She put it back inside her sweater, a blush coming to her cheeks when she noticed the blonde's eyes boring into the lush boob.

She threw one leg over the arm of the sofa and opened a second can of beer. "What's on your mind?" she said to the blonde.

"I think I'm losing Marty," Cindy sighed. "You're crazy," Cheryl said. "Anyone can see he's crazy about you."

Cindy began crying then, blowing her nose in a tissue. "I'm nuts about the guy," she sniffed.

Cheryl moved closer to her on the sofa and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "So what's the problem," she said. "Everything looks like it's working out."

Cindy met her gaze, her light blue eyes clear and innocent. "You don't understand. I really love him. I'm thinking of splitting with Lloyd and living with Marty."

"That's really serious," Cheryl said. "I thought Marty was married."

"He is," Cindy wailed. "But if I split with Lloyd he'll split with his wife."

Site blew her nose again and Cheryl patted her arm. She hadn't realized the situation was so serious. She had noticed that Marty had real feeling for Cindy, but hadn't thought anything would come of it. Now her own feelings of security were shaken and she wanted an excuse to leave.

"Maybe I'd better go home and leave you two alone," she said, still patting Cindy's arm.

"No, please don't go!" Cindy hissed.

She rose up then and began pacing up and down the room. "There's more," she said, picking up another can of beer and gulping half of it down.

"What?" Cheryl said.

"He won't live with me until I've balled with another woman," she said.

"Oh, shit, not that again!" Cheryl said. She buried her face in her hands. How did I get into this mess? she thought.

Cindy returned to the sofa and sat close to Cheryl. "Listen, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but let me suck your cunt for Marty's sake. Please, do it for me!"

"Jesus Christ!" Cheryl said. "You're serious, aren't you?"

The blonde nodded wordlessly, her sexy lips moist and pink.

"You'd suck my cunt?" Cheryl said. "You're not repulsed by it?"

"Oh, no!" Cindy whispered. "To tell you the truth, you turn me on."

"Jesus Christ!" Cheryl repeated.

They sat for a few minutes without speaking. Finally Cheryl stared at Cindy. "You did say I wouldn't have to go down on you, didn't you?"

The blonde smiled and nodded. "You don't have to do a thing," she said.

Cheryl's heart pounded. "I may be tomorrow, but if you really want me to."

Cindy grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Oh, Cheryl, you're the best friend a girl ever had."

She threw her arms around Cheryl's neck and pressed her big tits against her shoulder. Cheryl inhaled Cindy's perfume and felt her heart pound.

"Bombs away!" she whispered against the blonde's hair.

Cindy lowered her lips to Cheryl's and the two friends kissed. Their lips parted and their tongues met and Cheryl felt her pussy twitch and knew she was turning-on.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Cindy's waist and pulled her closer, their tits crushed together and their tongues dueling.

Cindy broke the kiss and guided Cheryl off the sofa and up the stairs to the bedroom. The normally assertive brunette let her friend lead her to the king-sized bed that Cindy shared with Lloyd and sat down while Cindy undressed.

Cheryl sat there dazed while the blonde began to strip. Her huge tits heaved from excitement as she pulled her tee-shirt over her head and pulled down her slacks.

Cheryl gazed at Cindy differently than she did the time Marty had fucked them bath. Now they were alone and she looked at her the way a man looks at a woman's body. And what she saw both excited and frightened her.

It was a body made for love. Cindy's skin was creamy white and pink. Her cunt-bush was blonde and her tits were capped by big pink nipples that looked like ripe strawberries when she was excited, as she was now. There was a combination of innocence and lustiness about Cindy that made Cheryl's blood race. She wondered if she was turning into a lesbian.

Now Cindy sat down on the bed next to Cheryl and cupped her tits through the thin material of her tee-shirt. She bent down and planted a kiss on the tip of one of Cheryl's boobs.

She slid her hand inside Cheryl's tee-shirt and stroked her bare skin before moving her fingers to Cheryl's bra-covered tits.

"Isn't this wild?" Cindy giggled, snaking her fingers inside the cup of Cheryl's bra.

Cheryl moaned when Cindy's fingers touched her nipple. "You're driving me crazy," she moaned.

"You're getting off on it, aren't you?" the blonde giggled.

She helped Cheryl pull her tee-shirt over her head and then pushed her down on her back. She leaned over her and ran her tongue over her cleavage. She pulled her bra-straps off her shoulders and her arms. Soon the flimsy cups were being pulled away from her tits and the blonde was licking one of her nipples.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Cheryl said.

The blonde picked her head up and squeezed Cheryl's tits in both her hands. "How'd you guess?"

Cheryl pulled the blonde's mouth back onto her boobs. "I can just tell," she said.

She could tell by the way Cindy teased her tits that she'd had experience with other women. She didn't know why Cindy had lied about it, and it didn't matter. Waves of lust raged through her hand she no longer cared that they were committing a perverted act.

Cindy went from one nipple to the other. She wet them down with her saliva and then licked it up again with slow tantalizing strokes of her tongue.

She continued sucking Cheryl's boobs as she fumbled with her slacks. She unzipped them and began tugging them down end Cheryl's heart pounded. This was the moment of truth. She could stop now and get the hell out of here or she could stay and enjoy a new adventure. She decided to stay.

She helped Cindy tug the jeans off her legs. Soon they were both naked and they rolled around the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and tits.

"Nice," a male voice said softly.

Cheryl turned to the door and saw Marty Martin walking into the room.

"Very nice," he grinned. Don't stop, girls. Go right on with your fun and games.

He sat down on a nearby chair and Cheryl turned back to Cindy. She could smell her own and the blonde's cunt-fragrance. Suddenly the aroma was sexually intoxicating and the presence of Marty only heightened her arousal. Also, she'd half-expected he would return to watch them.

She sank back against a pillow and let Cindy nestle between her thighs. Her cunt gaped open and Cindy trembled as she gazed at her molten gulch.

She spread her legs wider and stroked her tits while Cindy caressed her silken inner thighs.

"You don't mind if I take this thing out and work it over?" Marty said as he climbed out of his pants and shorts.

Cheryl smiled. "I wouldn't mind if you came over here and joined us," she said.

"Later," he said, licking his lips and pumping his prick. "Right now I want more [missing text]."

Cindy held her asscheeks in both hands and rubbed her face over Cheryl's twat. Cheryl arched her back and pressed her slit against the blonde's nose and mouth and cheeks.

"This is crazy," she whispered, picking her head up and gazing at Cindy's plump asscheeks. "But as long as we're doing it why don't you stick a finger in my gash?"

Cindy giggled and stuffed her index finger into Cheryl's juiced-up pussy-box. Cheryl gasped as the blonde churned her finger around inside her cunt-tunnel.

"It's like a hot-box," Cindy said, thrusting the finger in and out of Cheryl's gulch.

She stirred it around and let it drag over Cheryl's clit while Cheryl twisted her hips and fucked back at her friend's finger. The muscles in her belly rippled and her tits wobbled around as she thrust her cunt at Cindy's little artificial cock.

"Get your mouth on her cunt, cunt," Marty snickered.

Cindy rubbed her lips over Cheryl's inner thighs and pistoned her finger in and out of her gushing pussy-pocket. She moved her mouth closer to Cheryl's cunt-jungle and her seething hole.

She pulled her finger out of Cheryl's tight hot sex-cave and lifted her thighs. She moved her mouth over her hairy triangle and pressed her lips against her passion-patch.

Cheryl tilted her ass up and gasped as Cindy's tongue explored her snatch. She closed her eyes and pawed her tits. She forgot it was a woman sucking her cunt. The tongue wiggling around her velvety gulch could have belonged to a professional. She didn't care a damn.

Cindy lapped her tongue up and down the middle of Cheryl's slit. She licked her cunt and her hairy outer flaps. Cheryl tossed her head from side to side in a delirium of lust.

"Give her asshole a workout," Marty said. Cheryl had forgotten for a few moments that he was watching. Now she glanced up and noticed he had a piece of rope in his hands.

"What's that for?" she said.

"You'll see," he said.

Cheryl forgot about it when Cindy moved her searching tongue from her cunt to her asshole and back again. She pulled her nipples when the blonde fluttered her tongue over her brownie. Soon Cindy positioned her tongue tip over the puckered ring.

Her tongue popped inside Cheryl. She shoved it in root-deep and Cheryl's first quivering of an orgasm. Cindy's fingers weren't idle. She shoved two digits into Cheryl's pussy-hole while she tongued her butt-hole. Waves of perverted pleasure coursed through Cheryl's body.

Cheryl clawed at her tits and gyrated her hips as the blonde devoured her asshole and finger-fucked her cunt. When Cindy stopped tonguing her butt and began attacking her cunt, the overheated brunette went wild.

She shrieked when her pussy exploded… She felt her orgasm in her pussy and asshole, her throat and her toes. She'd never had a more overwhelming climax in her life and it seemed to last forever.

When she finally regained her senses, Marty had joined them on the bed. He still held the length of rope in his hand and he and Cindy were arguing.

"But I promised her she didn't have to!" Cindy hissed.

"Fuck that!" Marty said. "Come on, Cheryl! Wake up and get your mouth on Cindy's twat."

Cheryl's eyes popped open. "Oh, no!" she said, sitting up on the bed. "No way!"

But Marty was too fast for her. He grabbed her wrists in an iron-grip and pushed her back down on the bed. He tied the rope deftly and tightly over her wrists, behind her back.

"I'm sorry, Cheryl," Cindy said, patting her hair. "I told him you didn't want to, but he just won't listen."

"Damn!" Cheryl said, but she knew she was helpless against him.

"Now, the main course," Marty snickered nastily as he pushed Cindy down on her back and forced Cheryl's face down over her snatch.

Her arms were tied behind her back and she gazed down at her friend's gulch. Her heart sank when she realized she had no choice but to suck Cindy's cunt.

"You bastard," she said to Marty softly. "I'll get you for this."

And with that she lowered her lips to Cindy's cunt and licked it. She tentatively nibbled her blonde cunt-muff and stuck her tongue delicately into her pussy-hole.

She felt a strange sensation in her own gash when she ran her tongue around the hairy rim of Cindy's slit. Marty chuckled as she dug her tongue into Cindy's twat and sucked gluttonously.

"Now you're talking," he said. He lay on his side and watched as Cheryl forced her tongue into Cindy's pussy-hole.

When Cindy came, Cheryl's cunt exploded too. Finally Marty untied her wrists, and Cheryl giggled as she wedged her mouth against Cindy's cunt and continued sucking.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lance phoned one day and asked her if she was interested in something different.

"How different?" she giggled, rubbing her ass. She'd had her ass-hole reamed for the past week and it still felt sore.

"Have I ever disappointed you?" he said. "Why not just say yes and let me handle every thing?"

She thought about it for a moment and agreed not to ask any more questions. Lance had never done anything to hurt her. To the contrary, except for a few minutes the first time they fucked, he'd brought a great deal of excitement to her life.

"Yes," she said, and for the next few minutes they finalized their plans.

He would pick her up in his car and they would drive to some mysterious location where they would meet some friends. He told her to wear a tight sweater and skirt and no panties or bra.

"I'll get arrested for going around with these big things bouncing," she giggled.

"Be serious for once," he said. "Remember. No panties and no bra."

When he picked her up, he honked the horn of his Mercedes and she climbed into the car. "Now will you tell me what the scene is?" she said.

He gunned the motor and he grunted. "You'll see."

They were soon pulling into the driveway of a high-rise building not far from where he'd taken her the day they'd met in the coffee shop.

The apartment was furnished simply, but elegantly. The door was no sooner closed then Lance pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "I've missed you," he said.

She melted against him. "But we were together last week."

"But I still missed you," he said.

She returned his kisses, pressing her crotch against him and rubbing herself against his cock. As usual it hardly stirred, but she had come to enjoy working to make his dick hard. It was a challenge she liked.

Sometimes her mouth got tired from all the sucking it took to turn him on. But once his cock was up, he lasted longer than most men she knew and he always gave her a good hard fucking.

"Take your sweater off," he said as he released her. "I'll open some wine."

He went to the kitchen for the wine and glasses and she peeled her sweater off and tossed it onto a chair. When he returned she was sitting on the sofa, her huge tits wobbling as she accepted a glass from the tray.

His eyes glittered as he sipped his wine, put his glass down on the coffee table and turned to her. He put both hands over her tits and caressed her nipples.

"I don't want you to be frightened by the people who are joining us," he said.

"Should I be?"

"They're not exactly the kind of people I normally associate with," he said.

"You know, you were only the second man I cheated with in my life," she said.

He lowered, his mouth to her tits and brushed his moist lips over her creamy globes. He bud her tits tightly and went from one to the other, swirling his tongue over the mound and nibbling her nipples.

"I remember how frightened you were when you thought I might be a dangerous pervert," he said.

She giggled and caressed his hair. "I was such a dummy then," she said.

He pressed his face into her cleavage and she reached over and picked up her wine glass. She sipped the expensive liquid while he sensuously licked and lapped her boobs.

"Let me suck your cock," she said after a while.

"Sure, honey, sure," he said, kissing her on the lips and unzipping his fly. "You have the best mouth for cocksucking of any woman I know."

"I never used to like it," she said as she crouched between his legs.

She picked up his limp dick and balls and ran her tongue over his cockhead. "When you told me to strip, I'll admit I thought you were kinky," she said. "And when you made me pretend to be a hooker."

He chuckled softly as his prick came to life in her mouth. "It takes less and less time for you to get it up, doesn't it, Cheryl?" he said.

She couldn't answer because her mouth was stuffed with his half-stiff prick. He held her head in both hands and slid his cock in and out of her eager mouth.

She held his nuts in her hands and squeezed them gently. She suctioned half his fuck pole into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down, dragging her lips over his stiffening stalk.

Her tits pressed against his legs and he caressed her long black hair as she brought his fuck-stick to life.

"Let's get into bed," he said.

They both got to their feet and went to the bedroom. It was a sparsely furnished room with a king-sized bed in the middle and a few straight-back chairs scattered around.

She wondered who lived here. She quivered with excitement when Lance's hands roamed over her body. He finished undressing her and stripped his own clothes off. They lay down on the bed and clung together.

He climbed on top of her and held her tits again while he tongue-lashed her boobs. Her pussy ached to be filled, but she knew if he prolonged the fiery her urges would be more intense.

He moved his hand between her legs and forced her gushing pussy-folds. He rubbed the flat of his hand up and down her sizzling slit. Her blood raced at the sensations in her snatch.

She raised her ass and stroked his hair as he tongued her jiggling tits. He made a fist and ran it up and down her slime-coated pussy, his thumb rubbing over her clit.

"Suck me!" she moaned.

"Do you want your cunt sucked?" he said. "Yes, suck my cunt!" she sighed. He dragged his tongue from her tits to her belly and down to her pussy-pocket. She trembled and moaned when he slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her crotch to meet his mouth.

"Let me have your cock in my mouth!" she said.

He turned his body around until his prick dropped aver her face and his mouth lay over her cunt. In the classic sixty-nine position, he proceeded to lick her pussy while she grabbed his dick-root and sucked his plum-shaped bulb into her mouth.

He plunged his tongue into her pussy-hole than she sucked and slobbered over his dick.

She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and he bit down on her cunt.

She sucked his second ball into her mouth and let both hairy eggs around her saliva. He sucked her cunt hard, moving his lips from side to side as he brought her off.

She held his dick-root in her fist and ran her tongue up and down his cockshaft. He used her mouth like a cunt, stroking his prick in and out faster and faster.

He came, grunting and releasing a load of thick jism into her mouth. His balls battered her chin while she sucked up the gluey liquid and he continued pistoning his fuck-stick into her mouth until they were drained.

The doorbell rang at just that moment, and Lance jumped off the bed and went to the closet. He pulled a robe off a hanger and wrapped it around his body as he left the room to answer it.

"They're here," he said. "Stay there."

She heard footsteps outside the door and leaned against the headboard as two men walked into the room. They were tough looking. That was the first thing that came to Cheryl's mind. They looked like brothers and they were tough looking.

She pulled the sheet up to her chin to hide her nakedness. The man grunted with excite meat. "Tell her to can the modesty," one of them said.

"Let them see you," Lance said.

She felt suddenly shy and uncomfortable, but did as he asked. She pushed the sheet off her body and let them stare at her. Lance took off his robe and sank back down on the bed, his cock limp and his balls empty.

The two men began stripping. "That one's name is Fred and that one's Nick," Lance said.

She didn't think she'd be able to keep them straight. She huddled against Lance as the two men climbed onto the bed.

Nick reminded her of a picture she'd once seen of a pre-historic man. His chest and shoulders and arms were covered with thick, dark, curly hair. He wasn't very tall, but he was very stock built, with huge biceps and muscular thighs. His cock was short and stubby, but very, very thick and she knew when he became turned on it would be huge.

The other one was not as stocky as his brother, but he had the same short thick dick and muscular thighs.

"Do we pass inspection?" one of them said as they surrounded her.

"Oh, Jesus!" Cheryl muttered as the two brothers grabbed her.

They were all over her. One squeezed and sucked her tits while the other wedged his head between her legs and rubbed her cunt with his thick hair.

They pawed her tits and pussy and one of them stuck his finger up her cunthole. Cheryl trembled when each of them clamped their lips over her tits. Nothing in her past prepared her for the sensation of having two men suck her boobs simultaneously while another one watched.

She felt her nipples turn into two hard spears. Suddenly they released her and she heard Lance say something to them.

"What's going on?" she said.

"I want you to suck their cocks, Cheryl," Lance said smoothly.

Both brothers chuckled and pulled her to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. They stood in front of her, their cocks at half-mast and their arms folded over their chests.

"Suck!" one of them said.

"Suck good!" the other one said.

She gazed from one to the other and finally curled her fingers around Nick's cock-root and dabbed at his hanging balls. She lowered her mouth and sucked his mushroom-shaped cockhead between her lips.

"Fuck, this little lady knows what she's doing," he said.

"Mine, too," Fred said. "Suck mine too." He shoved his dick against her face and she was forced to wrap her free hand around it and take turns licking their prick-knobs.

Lance moved a chair around and sat close to them to watch. Cheryl heard something that sounded like the click of a camera and she suddenly realized he was taking pictures of them.

"What are you doing?" she said.

Nick grabbed her by the hair and shoved his dick back into her mouth.

"Suck!" he hissed.

"I'm just taking a few snapshots," Lance said. "Don't pay any attention, Cheryl."

She held Fred's prick and lapped her tongue over Nick's cockhead. Lance continued snapping pictures and she soon forgot all about it. She was becoming turned on by all the cock meat at her disposal.

Nick came first. She worked her mouth over his dick like a tight hot pussy. He bellowed and his prick exploded a load of hot jism into her throat.

"I don't wanna shoot yet," Fred said. "Let's see your sweet little pussy."

He lifted her up while Nick climbed on the bed to rest. He glanced at Lance and grinned. "You ever take a close-up of this sweet snatch?" he said.

"Not yet," Lance smiled.

Cheryl let Fred spread her legs and Lance came in for a close-up of her twat. "Oh, Jesus!" she said. "What the hell are you going to do with those pictures?"

"Just keep them in my memory book," Lance said.

She turned her attention back to Fred. He was finger-fucking her now and it felt as good as a prick in her cunt. His fingers rubbed her cunt and stroked her most intimate parts.

Soon she had three fingers banging her snatch and his thumb rubbing her cunt. The hot housewife wet her fingers with her own cunt juice and rubbed them into her tits as she writhed her ass on the mattress.

Now Fred stretched out on his back and motioned to her to straddle him. She climbed between his legs and squatted down, her pussy a swamp of desire.

Her tits hanging down and her lips contorted with lust, she fit his prick inside her cunt and pushed down.

"Ohhhhhh!" she sighed as her cunt sucked up his dick.

She bounced up and down on his upthrust fuck-stick. Lance came closer and now she heard the whir of a motion picture camera. Her hair flew wildly around and she fucked Fred's cock wantonly.

Nick sat up and moved behind her. He rubbed his half-hard cock around her buttcheeks and she moaned when he gripped her ass flesh. She tilted her ass as he thrust her pussy up and down over Fred's cock to give Nick access to her shitter.

Lance was almost on top of them as he shot the scene. The fuck-films she and Charlie watched suddenly came to her mind and she grinned at the camera.

She felt Nick's lips and tongue on her butt. He slithered his snake-like tongue into her ass crack and wet down her bung. She shifted forward and drop her tits over Fred's chest as she fucked his prick.

"Drop your tit in his mouth," Lance said, photographing the lewd scene. "I want to get a shot of his mouth on her boobs."

Falling forward, she dropped her right tit into Fred's mouth. She lay still, his prick imbedded in her cunt while Nick forced his cockhead into her brownie.

Fred's mouth chewed on her tits. She directed the thrusting of his cock over her clit.

Nick's dick filled her shit-chute and she came, shrieking raucously as her pussy exploded.

Suddenly she heard the bedroom door open and Nick and Fred jumped off the bed and left the room. Lance turned off the camera as two more strange men entered the bedroom.

"Lance, what…" she said, but he cut off her words.

"Two fresh cocks for my girl," Lance murmured and she meekly lay back on the bed and waited for the first one to mount her.

It took about a minute for them to undress. Neither man spoke and the first one naked climbed on top of her and stuffed his half-hard prick into her snatch.

She arched her back and fucked back at his dick. After a few strokes she felt his fuck-stick grow and throb inside her pussy-pocket. She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him into the saddle and he thrust in and out of her twat until his balls exploded.

The second man immediately took his place. Lance was again photographing the scene and she writhed around under the strange man as her pussy convulsed.

She felt her cuntlips close around his dick and suck at it like a hundred tiny fingers. Soon he was battering her cunt, holding her asscheeks in his hands as he pistoned his prick in and out of her gulch.

"Slow down," Lance said, moving the camera in for a close-up.

For the first time, Cheryl wondered what he planned to do with the photographs. She trusted him implicitly, but maybe that was a mistake. How well did she know him really?

"Too late to slow down!" the muttered at he split her cuntlips in two with his spearing dick.

He came quickly, filling her cunthole with his cream and sliding off her body to make room for another man.

"I can't take any more of this," Cheryl moaned. "I'm exhausted."

"Just a few more," Lance said soothingly as a burly gray-haired man roughly pushed her thighs apart and stabbed his huge dick against her fucked-out pussy folds.

"Oh, God, fuck me!" she yelled when his prick filled her cunthole.

"That's what I'm doing, lady," the man said. "That's exactly what I'm doing."

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cheryl sighed with pleasure when Charlie slid his tongue inside her hungry cunt. The pleasure of having his tongue in her gash overwhelmed her.

"Oh, Charlie!" she sighed. "That's wonderful!"

He stroked his tongue-root deep into her juicy snatch, jerking it in and out and up and down and using it like a small but talented prick.

They were in the sixty-nine position and Cheryl reached for his balls and sucked them both into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and he groaned as she lashed them with her tongue.

The bedroom was quiet, but the sounds of their mutual sucking filled the room. Again and again Charlie tongue-fucked her overheated snatch while she tongued and nibbled his nuts.

"Isn't our sex life wonderful lately," she said when they came up for air.

"Sure is, babe," Charlie said.

She pushed her face between his thighs and thrust her tongue over his nut-like asshole. Before he could protest, she plunged her tongue deep into his pungent-smelling butt.

"Oh, fuck, honey, that's too much!" he said.

He responded by working his somewhat larger tongue into her burn and wiggling it around. She almost passed out from the sensations, but continued thrusting her own tongue in and out of his clutching shitter.

Suddenly Charlie rolled over and climbed between her legs. "I want to shoot my load in your cunt, honey," he said.

She smiled up at him, her heart filled with love as he pressed his big juicy cockhead against her succulent snatch. His prick stretched her pussy-socket to capacity and soon his entire fuck pole was inside her.

She rested her legs on his shoulders as he paused, letting the feel of his dick engulf her. His jism-filled balls tickled her skin and he began fucking her with slow, but deep strokes.

She grabbed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him in her lust. The rhythm of the fucking soon brought her to the point of no return and she came.

Even though her cunt clamped down spasmodically on his prick, he maintained control and continued thrusting his dick in and out of her depths.

"Oh, darling, you're the best cocksman in the world!" she gasped.

"How would you know?" he chuckled. "You're not that experienced."

She blushed and turned her head to the wall. "I just know it," she said softly.

He thrust his prick deep into her well-oiled snatch. The bedsprings creaked each time he shot his hips forward. She pushed her gash up around his dick. Their bellies slapped together and his hips churned.

He moved his ass in a circular motion and leaned down to fasten his lips over one of her tits. He sucked gluttonously an tier nipples and bit down lightly on the erect little spike. She opened his jaws wide and sucked tin more of her creamy-skinned boob and swirled his tongue around.

"Oh, darling, I love you!" she cried.

"I love you too," he grunted. "Fuck me harder, darling! I love it when you fuck me hard!"

"Shit, when I think of all the time we wasted watching fuck-films instead of doing it!" he gasped.

"That's all behind us, darling," she said. "Just fill me with your cock like you're doing. I'm going to have such a wonderful come!"

Perspiration ran down his face as he plunged his fuck-stick into her gash. The soft, velvety walls of her cunt squeezed his dick with each stroke.

Cheryl cried out as she came again. A long series of mini-orgasms racked her body and she lost count of how many times she game. The feel of his prick inside her cunt ignited new fires and her heart pounded as he climaxed too.

Later, after they'd rested, he turned to her and kissed her. "Now I want to watch you masturbate," he said.

"Oh, Charlie, really?" she said.

"Yes, it really turns me on," he said. "Here." He reached into the drawer of the night table and pulled out a large rubber dildo. He handed it to her and the happy housewife closed her fingers around it and slid it over her cunt-muff.

Her crimson inner cuntlips peeked out and fluttered as she caressed herself with the dildo. She trembled as she brought the tip closer to her pussy-hole.

She slid the artificial cock into her cunt. She sighed as Charlie reached over and pushed it all the way in. How things had changed between them! How wonderful their marriage was!

It amazed her that her cunt expanded to accommodate the dildo. She gasped when Charlie began caressing her clit while she plunged the rubber prick in and out of her gash.

She came again and again and his fingers continued stroking her love-button. She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow as the exquisite sensations raged through her.

The blood pounded in her temples and she felt her tits explode as her pussy erupted. She slid the dildo all the way into her slit and Charlie substituted his tongue-tip for his finger on her clit.

The feel of his velvety tongue on her clit was too much. She exploded in a wild frenzy, his face imprisoned between her silken thighs.

"Whoa!" Charlie snickered, forcing her to release him. "You're cutting off my breathing."

She continued thrusting the dildo in and out of her gulch and electrical charges shot through her as another climax seized her. Her pussy contracted around the rubber cock and she lost count of how many orgasms she had.

When she recovered her senses, Charlie took the dildo out of her hand. "Now I'll fuck your asshole," he said, his fingers streaking up and down his massively erect prick.

"Oh, Charlie, yes!" she murmured.

She rolled over onto her hands and knees and gazed over her shoulder at his purplish cockhead and thick shaft. Soon it was poised over her quivering ass flesh and he pried open her butt and stabbed his prick-knob against her bung.

She bit her lower lip when he pushed his spongy cockhead against her shitter. He rubbed one hand over her butt-hole with her pussy-juice.

She was constantly amazed at how Charlie had changed. Not only did he fuck her in the asshole regularly, but he let her get on top of him too.

Now he drew her ass flesh apart and she tensed her slit-chute muscles in preparation for the invasion of his dick. He rubbed his thumbs up and down her ass crease and stretched her cheeks brutally.

He stuffed his thumb into her bung and she rubbed her tits against the mattress and felt the hot sensations invade her crotch. "I love when you fuck me in the ass," she sighed.

"And I love doing it, honey," he croaked.

She lurched forward when he stuffed a second finger into her shitter. She moved a hand down to her pussy and began a rhythmic rubbing of her cunt-mound.

She moved a pillow under her tits and pressed her massive globes against it. Her asshole opened up like a flower as he speared his fingers in and out of her bowels.

He twisted them around at intervals wetting them down with his saliva until he was satisfied that she was open enough to accept his dick without any pain. He always prepared her for the assault of his dick in her butt. God, how he'd changed!

Now he pulled his fingers out of her butt and the elastic ring of her asshole sucked at them as they popped out. "Now I'll lick it a little," he said as he dropped his head between her asscheeks and licked hotly at her shitter.

He lapped his tongue over her bung until she thought she'd faint. Then he moved his head up and held her hips as he dipped his prick into her pussy.

He stroked in and out for a few minutes. Her cuntlips clutched his dick and she hugged the pillow to her boobs. She thrust her ass high in the air and he pulled out of her gash.

"Now for the main event," he chuckled.

He held her steady as he wedged his cockhead into her butt-hole. She craned her neck and gazed at him as he gritted his teeth and prepared to ream her asshole.

He slid his hands up and down her asscheeks and held her shitter open with his thumbs. The puckered hole stretched open wide and gave way as he plunged his dick all the way inside.

His fuck pole filled her bowels. She panted for breath as the wild sensations engulfed her. "Oh, Charlie, it's so good, honey!" she cried.

She was impaled by his fuck-stick and she loved it. His cock-bush tickled her velvety ass flesh and added to her excitement. He began sawing in and out of her bung and she moved back to meet his thrusts.

Her entire body was alive with excitement. She pushed her ass back to meet his strokes, pressing the pillow into her electrically charged nipples.

She gyrated her hips and wiggled her ass.

She felt like a fucking machine as her asshole clamped shut on his thrusting dick. An incredible feeling of warmth permeated her pussy and ass as he surged in and out of her with brutal thrusts of his prick.

"When I think of all the years we wasted," he grunted.

"Oh, darling, let's not think about it now," she said.

"But I was all wrong and you tried to tell me," he panted.

"That's all behind us now," she said.

He rammed into her, hard and fast. His jism-filled balls slapped her upturned butt. His muscles tensed as she came, but he continued slamming in and out of her shitter.

After a few more strokes, he came too. He bent over and trembled as he dumped his load into her bung. When he was through, he pulled his limp dick out of her body and a river of jism dripped onto the bed.

He hugged her against him and soon he sat up and once again reached for the dildo. "Here," he said, handing her the artificial cock. "I know you need more, honey."

"Oh, darling, you're so thoughtful," she said.

She held the dildo in both hands and brought it down over her sopping slit. She caught Charlie's eye and they both laughed as she plunged the rubber cock into her gash.

"You hot-cunted little bitch," he said lovingly. "Stick it in!"

She plunged the dildo in and out of her twat. She directed it against her cunt and gave herself one lovely orgasm after the other.

It was soon drenched with her sticky juices and easily slid in and out of her insatiable trench.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah, fuck me!" she cried as she shoved the dildo in and out of her snatch.

She bucked her hips as she fucked herself and Charlie watched with glittering eyes. It was so wonderful between them lately. Charlie now fully understood her need for sex and lots of it. And he encouraged experimentation and what he used to call kinky fucking.

When Cindy invited them to join she and Marty in a four-some, Charlie said he'd think about it. He hadn't told Cheryl he would do it yet, but the fact that he was considering it was incredible.

Now she shuddered violently as her cunt walls closed around the rubber cock. Charlie murmured encouragement as she filled her pussy with the unyielding artificial prick.

She pumped her hips in a frenzy as her cunt exploded in an orgasm. She pistoned the dildo in and out of her depths until Charlie pulled it out of her hands.

"That's enough, darling," he said.

She turned her lust-filled eyes to him. She was disappointed that he'd made her stop. She still hadn't had enough, but then she hardly ever did.

He crouched between her legs and began caressing her slime-coated cunt tissues. He traced the outer edges of her cunt flaps and rubbed her engorged cunt.

He relentlessly rubbed her cunt and each touch sent a spasm of pleasure up her spine. He held her cuntlips open with both hands as she jerked her hips.

Her thigh muscles tensed and she rocked up and down on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it between her legs. He rubbed it back and forth against her gulch, the dryness of the fabric igniting her slit.

She shivered as she clutched the pillow and worked it back and forth over her sizzling pussy. She thrust herself forward, pretending that it was Charlie's cock between her thighs.

"Fuck me!" she cried.

"Soon, baby, soon," Charlie said.

He withdrew the pillow from her clutching thighs and lay on top of her body. He kissed her, his hands working on the pliant flesh of her ass and his stiffening prick resting on her cunt.

She eagerly plunged her tongue into his mouth and wiggled it around. She pulled it out and pushed it in, tongue-fucking his mouth as if her tongue were a cock.

He slid down her body until his face was poised over her wobbling tits. He fastened his lips over one rubbery nipple and she moaned as he sucked it into his hot mouth.

He sucked and licked her boobs until she cried out with the intense pleasure of it all. Deep grunts escaped his throat as he devoured her jugs.

He moved his hand between their bodies and gripped his cockshaft. He pumped it up and down, squeezing it until it became hard enough to stick in her cunt.

"How about a tit-fuck, honey?" he said.

"Oh, Charlie!" she squealed. "What'll you think of next?"

He straddled her trembling body, positioning his legs on either side of her rib-cage and moving his prick between her massive knockers. He rubbed the palms of his hands over her nipples and squeezed her tit flesh against his dick.

He formed a cunthole with her cleavage and edged his prick inside. He grinned down at her as he began fucking the deep furrow of boob-meat.

He pushed in all, the way until the tip of his prick reached her lower lip. He pulled out before she had a chance to lick his jizz-slit. Her breathing was ragged and the next time he slid up her cleavage, she swiped her tongue over his cock-hole.

"You got me!" he chuckled as he pumped smoothly between her enormous tits.

She raised her head and watched his boner slide back and forth in the valley between her boobs. His cock swelled and stiffened and now each time he thrust forward his knob hit her mouth.

She opened her jaws and swirled her tongue over his cockhead with each stroke. She licked up more and more of his pre-orgasmic spunk and let it roll around her tongue.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, honey," he said.

He climbed off her body and she shoved a pillow under her ass. "Oh, darling," she sighed. "I love you."

Her big tits rolled around her chest as he positioned his prick against her steaming cunthole. "You get on top," he said, and the overheated wife rolled over and straddled his hips.

She clutched his prick and groped around until she felt his cockhead at the entrance to her cunthole. She gurgled with pleasure as she guided it inside her gushing pussy and lowered herself over him.

Soon his prick was totally imbedded in her cunt and she began rocking up and down over him. "Fuck me, Charlie!" she cried. "Oh, God, fuck me!"

"Wake up!" Charlie hissed, flooding the room with light. "You're having a bad dream."

"Oh, no!" she sighed, sitting up on the bed and gazing at him.

"Jesus, you must have seen a ghost," Charlie said, bending over and kissing her. "I'll leave the light on for a while, hon."

Cheryl pulled the blanket up over her head and curled into a ball. She pressed up against Charlie's back and sobbed quietly.

It had all been a dream. All the wonderful fucking that had seemed so real had all been a fantasy and nothing had changed between Charlie and her. Nothing at all.

CHAPTER NINE

The next day Cheryl made plans with Cindy for a four-way fuck. Cindy told her Marty's friend's name was Ralph. He and Marty were coming over at noon and Cheryl could arrive at the same time.

When Cheryl arrived, her troublesome dream of the night before was still on their mind. So she was especially happy to know Ralph. He was a nice-looking man of about thirty with dark hair and light eyes. He had a sweet smile and a knack of making her feel at ease.

"Come right in everyone," Marty said.

Cheryl thought he was being rather sumptuous acting as if it were his [missing text].

Cindy didn't seem to mind.

"Come on in everyone," the blonde trilled. "Don't be shy."

Cheryl thought Cindy had a kind of confidence about her today. She looked absolutely radiant as she served cold drinks and snacks.

They sat down in the living room and chatted. After a while the conversation became sexual in nature and Cheryl felt the usual feeling heating up her cunt.

"Should we split up first, or should we all get into bed together?" Marty said.

"Let's go up together."

"That was the plan, wasn't it?"

"I don't care how we do it," Ralph said, his gaze glued to Cheryl's tits, "but let's do it. This little lady's got me hot and bothered."

Cheryl giggled like a schoolgirl as all four stood up and trooped upstairs. When they arrived at the master bedroom, Marty and Cindy went inside, but Ralph gripped tightly and urged her to continue until they reached the second bedroom.

"We'll just be a minute," he said to the others.

Cheryl felt a chill run down her spine as he led her into the room and closed the door. There was something exciting about Ralph. Something she couldn't put her finger on that turned her on.

Cheryl hugged her arms around her boobs and waited for him to make the first move. He took her into his arms and drew her close to him.

"I've wanted to do this every since I first saw you," he said.

She laughed, a husky laugh from deep in her throat. "But, don't you want to get together with Cindy and Marty?" she said.

"Soon," he murmured, kissing her hair and stroking her back and shoulders.

"Hmmmmm, that's nice," she sighed, nestling against his chest. "You're turning my knees to jelly."

"Let me suck your tit for just a minute before we join the others," he said.

Cheryl thought about it for a moment. Why not? she thought.

She grinned wickedly and unbuttoned her blouse. She reached inside her half-bra and lifted one of her tits out, pointing it toward Ralph.

"Is this was you wanted?" she teased.

She held her thick nipple between her fingers and pinched it. The point was already swollen, but she caressed it until it became a spike.

He reached inside her bra and lifted out her other boob. "This one's mine."

He leaned down and blew his warm breath over her jug. He extended his tongue and flicked it over her creamy skin. He flicked it out again and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

The horny housewife sighed, tangling her fingers in his hair as he captured her nipple between his teeth and bit down lightly and sensuously.

She pressed him closer to her big knockers. He sucked gluttonously on her tit. He wrapped his hand over her other tit and sucked that one too.

Cheryl felt the thick bush between her legs turn moist with her love-juice. She stood with her legs apart and felt the vibrations in her cunt. God, he was turning her on!

"Let's get into bed," he said abruptly, releasing her tits and pulling her over to the bed.

She forgot about the others waiting in the master bedroom. She quickly undressed and watched Ralph as his cock became exposed. His cock was already half-stiff and she felt her face flush at the sight of it.

They were no sooner naked than she climbed between his legs and began licking and stroking his prick. Her ass stuck up in the air and her tits hung down as she ran her tongue from his dick-root to his piss-slit and back again.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" Ralph chuckled. "Marty told me you were something else."

She flicked her tongue over his balls and fondled his thighs. She trembled with lust at the feel and taste of the man. She wrapped her lips around his knob and then squeezed down.

He began thrusting his fuck pole in and out of her mouth. She held her head without moving and let him stroke it in balls-deep. She stabbed her tongue-tip into his pisser and sucked up his jism. His balls slapped her chin and then emptied into her mouth, "Oh, fuck, suck!" he grunted, as she gulped down his cream.

When he was finished, he apologized. "I didn't mean to do that, but you had me so excited," he said.

Suddenly the door opened and Cindy and Marty stalked into the room.

"Let's get the party started," Marty said.

Cindy stretched out on the bed and began masturbating. "I love to come!" the lusty blonde crooned.

Seeing her friend so uninhibited gave Cheryl more courage too. She lay back on the bed and opened her arms toward the men. "Someone fuck me," she said.

Marty knelt down between her legs and began kissing her inner thighs. Ralph sat at Cindy's side and stroked her tits while she fingered herself.

A strange thrill engulfed Cheryl. She saw that Ralph's prick was becoming hard again. This is going to be a very interesting afternoon, she thought. Very interesting indeed!

She stopped thinking and concentrated on the lovely feeling in her snatch. Marty was now sliding his lips over her cunt mound. She tweaked her cunt while he snaked his tongue inside her pussy-pocket.

Suddenly Marty picked her up and turned her over onto her hands and knees. He crouched over her ass and pressed his stiff tool against her cunt through the rear door. Her cunt gushed cunt juice and she turned her head to watch him as he slipped his prick between her thighs and found the hot hole of her gash.

He lurched forward and she gasped as his dick slid into her cunt. She fell forward on the bed, his prick filling her pussy and his hands gripping her hips.

He rammed his steel-hard prick in and out of her slit. She reached back and groped around, trying to find his balls. She tugged at them when she felt them and squeezed them as he pounded her pussy.

Her tits bobbed over the mattress as he ravaged her pussy. She felt as if her cuntlips were being torn apart by his brutal thrusts. He fucked her with a force she'd never experienced before. Even Cindy and Ralph were sitting still and watching, open-mouthed.

His stiff prick shot high up inside her. Overcome with lust, she fucked back at his cock like a mindless animal. Her pussy began exploding. One orgasm after another raged through her, but his prick continued plunging in and out of her body.

She expected him to come, but he didn't. He finally pulled out, his hard-on intact as he turned to Cindy. "Come here," he said.

The blonde smiled and got to her knees as she moved over on the bed. He leaned down and pursed his lips. He sucked one of Cindy's tits into his mouth and stroked the other one with his free hand. His prick stood up, thick and hard and terribly exciting looking, but Cheryl knew he and Cindy would stay together awhile.

She turned her attention back to Ralph. He grinned and crouched between her legs. He parted her silken thighs and buried his mouth against her humid trench.

She gasped and pressed her pussy firmly against his sucking mouth. All the frustrations of the night before when she'd only dreamed that Charlie had fucked her so beautifully were erased as Ralph plunged his tongue into her gash.

Her entire cunt was awash with pussy moisture and he dribbled saliva over her to combine with it. He held her asscheeks and squeezed them as he devoured her snatch.

Her cunt protruded at the top of her slit and he flicked his tongue over it and brought her to the height of ecstasy. She felt weak, as though she were floating in space. The orgasms she'd had when Marty fucked her had taken the starch out of her pussy.

Still, she moaned helplessly and thrust her cunt up to meet Ralph's sucking lips. She knew he wanted to make up for coming in her mouth. She wanted to tell him she didn't mind, that she loved nothing better than a mouthful of jizz, but the words wouldn't come out.

He ground his face against her gaping gulch, his beard rasping deliciously against her sensitive skin. He forced his tongue into her honey-pot and she arched her back and panted as a series of orgasms engulfed her.

When she recovered her senses, she tiled to push him away, but he held tight to her cunt. "Let me suck you," he said. "For a few more minutes. Then we'll fuck."

She couldn't refuse him. Her pussy was inflamed. His talented tongue and lips were giving her a lovely work-out and she let him spread her legs and burrow in.

His tongue flickered over her clit and she moaned with helpless lust. She swabbed his tongue up and down her slit and into the rosy hole leading to her pussy-depths.

His tongue darted inside, sinking in deeper than before with every thrust. Her mind reeled as an explosion of orgasms rocked her senses.

Afterward, she begged him to lay still and let her suck his cock. Happy to oblige, he stretched out and the overheated housewife crouched between his legs.

She sucked his plum-like cockhead into her mouth. She gazed at Marty as he knelt between Cindy's wide-spread thighs and leered at the slimy crimson meat he had just been fucking.

His prick still stood up, hard and thick and glistening with Cindy's cunt juice. Cindy's blonde-rimmed cuntlips lay wide open, her clit big as a berry and throbbing at the top of her slit.

Cheryl held Ralph's dick in her mouth. She hardly moved as she stared with fascinated eyes at Cindy and Marty. The blonde tossed her head back and forth on the pillow, babbling mindlessly as Marty rubbed his huge prick-knob around her gulch.

With one hand he caressed her thighs. At intervals he ran his gushing cockhead over her creamy skin and Cindy moved her own hand to her cunt and frantically masturbated.

"Look at this cunt!" Marty snickered darkly. "She just can't get enough of my cock!"

"Oh, Marty give it to me!" Cindy wailed, lifting her ass off the mattress and trying to force his dick into her pussy.

She twisted her hips, but he taunted her by pumping his prick and withdrawing it from her pussy-jungle. "Not until your girlfriend here sucks you off."

Cheryl's heart pounded as she laved her tongue over Ralph's dick.

"Oh, Cheryl, please!" Cindy cried.

Cheryl stared at the couple, a puzzled expression on her face.

"She means I want to see your pretty mouth on her cunt again," Marty said.

"Please, Cheryl!" Cindy said, "Please, do it for me!"

Ralph's cock dropped out of her mouth as she gazed from Cindy to Marty. She wasn't totally surprised by the request. She knew Marty liked watching two women make it together. And for some reason, some weird, perverse reason she couldn't understand, the prospect of making lesbian love to Cindy appealed to her at the moment.

Now Marty grabbed her hand and yanked her away from Ralph. She soon found herself crouched between Cindy's velvet-skinned thighs, her mouth six inches away from Cindy's snatch.

"Oh, Cheryl, you're going to do it!" Cindy squealed.

"No, she's not!" Ralph hissed, moving around on the bed and pulling Cheryl to the side.

"Why not let the lady make the decision," Marty said, his nostrils flared and his eyes dark with rage.

"The lady has made her decision," Ralph said. "And it's no."

Cheryl sat still with her knees pulled back and her tits pressed against them. She met Cindy's gaze and both women smiled. "I'd rather get fucked," Cheryl said.

Cindy frowned and Marty squashed his teeth, but Ralph chuckled. "That's the girl," he said.

"Some friends you've got," Marty said, stabbing his prick against Cindy's snatch.

Meanwhile Ralph was straddling Cheryl, moving forward until his balls hung over her face. She knew she had made the right decision for her, even if it meant the end of her friendship with Cindy. She had a slight perverse urge to explore all the possibilities of lesbian love, but she much preferred a cock in her mouth. Besides, she giggled to herself as Ralph rested his hairy balls on her lips. A guy's got more to suck!

She swiped her tongue over his nuts, his cock standing up stiff and thick over her face. She reached up and grasped it in one hand and tried to tilt it back so she would get it into her mouth.

He hunched down and helped her, moving down on her body slightly so she could slide her moist pink lips over his knob. She spread her thighs and proceeded to suck and lick his dick.

Ralph rubbed his ass back and forth over her boobs while she held his cock-root in one hand and his nuts in the other. Cindy and Marty were fucking again and she could see Marty's prick stretch the blonde's cunthole.

Ralph paid no attention to the other couple and she wondered now why he agreed to the orgy. He seemed to have no desire to fuck Cindy. Maybe he finds it a turn-on too just to have another couple there, she thought.

Suddenly she found herself rolled onto her side. Ralph was laying next to her, his cock stabbing her belly.

"How's this?" Cindy giggled, leaning over Cheryl's tools and stroking her.

"A-okay," Marty said, laying on his side behind Cheryl's back and pressing his prick into her ass crack.

"Now, that's okay," Ralph said, sliding his cock inside Cheryl's cunt flaps.

"You bet," Marty said, dragging his dick up and down Cheryl's butt-crease.

He squeezed her lush ass while Cindy managed to lap her tongue over her tits. Ralph rubbed his cock up and down her hot slit and Cheryl gave herself over to the three bodies working her over.

Ralph rubbed his cockhead over her cunt and Cindy sucked one of her nipples into her mouth. Marty spread her asscheeks and wet her bung with saliva.

"That's the cutest little asshole I've seen in a long time," he said as he crouched down and stared at her butt-hole.

Cindy's jaws worked over her tits and Ralph thrust his dick into her pussy-hole. Marty brutally shoved his thumb into her bung, and Cheryl gasped with a combination of excitement and fright. He was a dangerous man when he became angry and she wasn't sure that he didn't want to get even with her for refusing to go down on Cindy.

Suddenly she felt a hard slap on her butt. She tried to turn her head, but Cindy leaned over and prevented her from moving. "Ouch!" she shrieked when Marty slapped her again.

"You don't like it?" he growled, slapping her harder. "Your girlfriend here loves it! How come you don't like it?"

He slapped her again and again and Cheryl shrieked with outrage and pain. Ralph drilled his dick deep inside her gash and Cindy sucked hungrily on her tits while Marty sadistically slapped her butt until her skin was raw.

"Now, you fucking bitch," Marty said softly. "Open up that asshole and let me in!"

CHAPTER TEN

When Lance suggested they go out to his cabin in the woods, she had some misgivings. Ever since the day he had photographed her fucking his two friends, she'd been a little afraid of him.

"I promise you some of the best fucking you've ever had," he said smoothly and the hot-cunted brunette couldn't resist.

"But no rough stuff, okay?" she said.

"And no pictures."

He promised he wouldn't take photographs. He said nothing about the rough stuff and she forgot about it when she slipped into his Mercedes and he sped onto the highway.

They drove for about an hour and he turned into an old country road that had hardly any traffic. She sat close to him and tried to give him a hand-job in the car, but he pushed her away.

"Save it," he said.

When they arrived at the cabin, Cheryl was pleased with the luxury of the place. But then she'd expected as much. Log cabin or high-rise apartment, Lance had style.

She put up a pot of coffee and when it was ready, poured two cups. She felt good. She put her feet up on the coffee table and glanced around the room. Beamed ceilings and bearskin rugs. Copper pots filled with dried flowers and overstuffed chairs and sofas.

"Are you going to tell me now what you've got planned?" she said.

He lit a fire as they chatted. "You'll see," he said.

"I can't get home too late," she said. "Charlie likes to watch fuck-films on Friday nights."

"Since when do you care what that loser husband of yours wants?" he said.

Cheryl bristled. "I don't like when you talk about Charlie that way," she said.

"If he wasn't a loser, would you be in here with me?" he said nastily.

"I don't want to hear it," she said.

Suddenly the door to the cabin opened. Lance glanced at her, a strange glint in his eyes. "They're here," he said.

Cheryl gazed at the three men walking into the cabin, her heart pounding with fear. She brought her feet down off the coffee table and turned to Lance.

"Who are they?" she said.

"Is that the slut you said we could have?" one of the men said.

They were all dressed in rough work clothes. They had beards and long hair and didn't look too clean. She turned from Lance to the man speaking and back to Lance.

"What is he talking about?" she said, panic gripping her.

"This is the girl I was referring to," Lance said slowly.

"Me first," the man croaked. He licked his lips disgustingly and leered at Cheryl's tits.

"No!" Cheryl hissed. "Oh, no!"

"That's some piece of ass," another man said as they all approached the sofa where Cheryl was sitting. "I'll bet she's got a husband who don't cut the mustard, too, huh?" he cackled.

"Shit, look at them tits!" the third one was reaching over and swiping his hand over her cleavage. "I'm gonna love sticking it to you, honey!"

Fear gripped her and she begged Lance to make them leave, but he said nothing. She tried not to cry, realizing instinctively that tears would only serve to excite them. But it wasn't easy. She was completely terrified.

"Let's fuck her on the bearskin rug like he promised," one of them said.

"Okay by me," another one said.

They yanked her off the sofa and pulled her over to the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. They gathered around her and leered as they lewdly rubbed their crotches.

"Get your blouse off, honey," one of them said. "I mean to get me a taste of those pretty knockers you're hiding in there."

"Lance?" Cheryl tried one more time to gain Lance's sympathy.

He was adjusting a camera and she knew she had to do what the men wanted.

"Filthy pigs!" she hissed as she got to her feet and tried to maintain her dignity while she unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor. Was this the price she was paying for her infidelity?

One of them yanked her bra off and soon she was standing naked from the waist up, surrounded by three disgusting men, with the flames of the fire dancing over her heaving tits.

"You go first, Nate," Lance said, his camera already whirling.

Nate's face was contorted with lust. He grinned, a drop of saliva dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as he grabbed her arm and pushed her down on the rug.

Before she could protest, he pulled her skirt and panties off and she tried to hide her nakedness with her hands.

"That's right little lady," he snickered. "You get it good and hot and Nate's prick will slide right in." The others surrounded her. Lance came in for a close-up as she moved her hands to her cunt. She was humiliated to find that despite her degradation, her cunt was wet.

Meanwhile Nate had unzipped his fly and pulled his prick out. It was bigger than Cheryl expected and she felt an odd mixture of loathing and anticipation. His dick protruded from his fly and he lost no time in mounting her.

"Let's just see if this thing fits into your hot little hole," he chuckled, cackling as the other men released their dicks and masturbated.

He slipped his cock between her legs and without any preamble he shoved it into her snatch. Despite herself, the horny housewife closed her eyes and gasped as his cock tore into her.

"She was ready, all right!" one of the men hissed as her cunt flaps opened wide to accommodate his big cock.

"You're disgusting!" she shrieked, trying to force his prick out of her cunt.

"You try that again and I'll slap you silly!" Nate said, filling her pussy with his incredibly thick boner.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he grabbed her tits in his callused hands. His ass lunged back and forth as he thrust his prick in and out of her cunt.

Again and again he tore her in two with his dick. At one point Cheryl thought he would rip her apart with his brutal thrusts.

He came then, a thick load of jism exploding in her snatch and his cock quickly losing its stiffness. He grunted like an animal in heat and rolled off her body to make room for the next one.

"She's good and tight," Nate said as another one called Pete took his place.

The other man was jerking off and Cheryl prayed they would soon release her. Just then the door opened and three more men tramped into the room.

Her eyes widened with fright as they surrounded her. "Did you invite everyone in the area?" she said bitterly to Lance who was busily filming the entire scene.

"Good shots," he said as Pete straddled her and shoved his cock deep inside her gash.

The others unzipped their flies and masturbated, pointing their cocks over her body as Pete speared her snatch. Two of them came, drenching her with their jism. But before she was allowed to catch her breath, two more had fucked her, one in her cunt and one in her asshole.

For the next few hours dozens of men walked in and out of the cabin. She was ass fucked so many times she lost track and her pussy was never empty. She swallowed what felt like a gallon of spunk and her jaws ached.

Finally she was alone with Lance. "You must have come about a hundred times," he said.

"I'll never forgive you for this," she said.

"Sure you will," he said. "I've got to piss now. When I get back I want, you to be ready to give me a good long blow-job."

He left the room and Cheryl did a quick calculation. She slipped into her clothes and looked through the pockets of Lance's jacket. She found the keys to his car and quietly slipped out of the cabin and into the Mercedes.

An hour later she stumbled into her house and threw herself into Charlie's wonderfully familiar arms.

"What happened, honey?" he said. "I almost got raped," she said. "I was kidnapped."

She made up a story that would satisfy his curiosity and yet not give away what she'd been up to lately. He believed it and when she was through he held her in his arms and rocked her back and forth.

"I'll get you a scotch and a cup of hot coffee," he said. "You'll feel better after a nice hot bath, too, my poor sweetheart."

She lay back on the bed and stretched. When Charlie had suggested reporting her abduction to the police, she'd told him it was no use. There was no way she could identify the men.

She listened to the sounds he was making in the kitchen. Maybe he wasn't as exciting as Lance or as rich. But be wasn't kinky and he'd never do anything to hurt her.

He returned with the scotch and hot coffee and once again he cradled her in his arms. She wondered briefly how Lance was able to get back to town without his car. Fuck him! she thought as Charlie brought the steaming cup of coffee to her lips.

The hot fluid and the scotch soon warmed her. Charlie filled the tub with hot soapy water and helped her climb inside. She relaxed against, the suds and he lathered her body with a soft cloth.

Her tits floated on top of the water and Charlie chuckled. "I can't really blame a guy for trying to get into your pants," he said. "You're still the prettiest girl in town."

"Do you really believe that after all these years?" she said as he gently scrubbed her back.

"I sure do, honey," he said.

His big hands worked over her shoulders and upper arms and she closed her eyes and knew that she'd come home. He raised one leg and slid the soapy cloth up to her thighs before lathering her cunt-muff.

He rubbed the soap into her cuntlips and interior meat and soon the hot brunette found herself turning on. She strained to meet his stroking fingers and groaned with excitement as he tweaked her cunt.

"That's my girl," he chuckled. "You'll forget all about that rotten experience as soon as I fuck you."

Her pussy throbbed and she smiled as she let his fingers take over her snatch. Her wet tits wobbled as her body floated in the soapy water.

He leaned over and sucked one of her slippery tits into his mouth. He lapped his tongue over the nipple and she sighed with total contentment.

"If you're not too tired from your ordeal," he said. "I sure could use a good fuck."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. "Oh, baby, I'd love it!" she said.

He helped her climb out of the tub and wrapped her in a large bath towel. She dried off as they walked into the bedroom and she climbed onto the bed.

Charlie began stripping, finishing her drink as he tugged his jeans and shorts off. "You know, honey," he said, "it's the craziest thing."

"What?" she said.

"I brought some fuck-films home and cause I didn't have anything else to do before you got here I watched one of them."

Suddenly her heart stopped beating and she felt her mouth get dry. Instinctively she knew what he would say next. "Oh, yes?" she said, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, and one of the girls in the film looked exactly like you," he chuckled, climbing onto the bed and draping his arm over her shoulder. "Isn't that a blast? You'll get a kick out of it when you see your double fucking two guys at once. It's an uncanny resemblance."

"I can hardly wait," she murmured as she palmed his upthrust dick. "Fuck me now, honey," she moaned. "I can't wait anymore."

She spread her legs wide apart and squeezed his rock-hard dick. He climbed on top of her, his cock poking against her gaping cuntlips.

He kissed her then, plunging his tongue into her moth as he slid his prick into her cunt. She gasped as her pussy clutched his dick and she wrapped her tongue around his.

She moved her legs around his back and fucked back at his stroking fuck-stick. She moved her ass in a circular motion and they soon found a rhythm.

"Fucking an old-established-firm is pretty nice," he said as their tongues slid in and out of each other's mouths.

His hands were squeezing her ass and hers were all over him. "The best, darling," she said as her lust increased. "Oh, honey, you're fucking me so good!" she squealed.

His cock rasped lovingly against her clit and he shoved his prick into her feverish twat. He thrust his dick deeper and harder into her snatch and with each stroke she began chanting.

I'll never cheat again! she vowed as his cock snaked in and out of her slit. Never!

She thrashed her legs and wiggled her ass in order to get the most friction on her snatch. And she wanted to give him the fucking of his life too. She felt guilty about all the lies she'd told him and realized how much she truly loved him.

Her legs straining as she humped her ass up off the bed to meet his thrusts. His prick grew inside her, bigger and more powerful than ever.

She was torn between wanting his come to spill into her pussy and between wanting it to burst into her mouth.

"This is the best fuck we've had in years!" he grunted.

"Oh, yes?"

"Maybe it was okay your getting kidnapped," he said. "Maybe we both needed it to realize how much we really have together."

"Oh, honey, yes!" she said.

"Am I fucking you hard enough?" he said, swimming his cock into her fuck trench.

"Yes, darling, it's wonderful!"

His prick flew in and out of her gash. His balls slammed against her butt with every stroke and she trembled at the stretching of her cunthole.

She cried out when she felt the first flash of her orgasm erupt. Her cunt gripped his dick as the exquisite sensations engulfed her. She wrapped her legs more tightly around his back as her pussy exploded again and again.

She sobbed, digging her nails into his arms and drawing blood as he continued spearing his dick into her depths. He rammed his cock deep inside her with a force that rattled her teeth.

Finally he came and the heat of his spunk brought her off again. He continued pumping his prick in and out of her clutching cunt. Their bodies were truly one at last, the way it had been in the old days when they'd first been married.

The brunette wife felt like she was floating in space when he finally rolled off her body and held her in his arms. She caressed his hair and pressed her tits into his chest.

She blew her warm breath into his ear and kissed his neck. "Let's not watch fuck-films anymore," she said.

"I thought you liked them?" he said.

"They were first, okay at first, but I'd rather do it than wait," she said.

"I don't mind it, honey," he said. What is between his legs and began licking his limp wet cock. "Shit, that's good! I'll take the films back and we'll never watch them again."

"That's my man," she smiled as she grabbed his prick firmly at its base and slid her lips over his cockhead.

Now Lance can take his films and stuff them up his ass, she thought as she slid her lips over Charlie's soft cock.

"I love you, honey," she said.

"I love you too, honey," he said through clenched teeth. "Shit, at least you learned something from those fuck-films."

"What?" she mumbled, her mouth stuffed with his fuck pole.

"You sure learned how to give great head!"

Content

Donna Allen
Eager naughty wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN