Vance Caldwell

The impotent husband

CHAPTER ONE

"Aaahhhhhh… that was really nice," Owen Temple said as he pulled his naked body up off his wife, Rita. "There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day out right."

Beneath him, feeling his semen flowing out of her still passion hushed vaginal lips, Rita bit on her lower lip to hold back the tears she could feel welling up. Once again, Owen had failed to bring her to orgasm, something that was becoming more and more the norm rather than the exception.

The lovely blonde woman lifted her head and watched her husband dress, wanting to say something, but failing to find the words. If there was anything Owen prided himself on, it was his masculinity, and Rita could sense that no matter what she said, he would take it the wrong way. His hard-muscled body rippled with the regular work-outs he did, and his close cropped red hair made him look something like a male God from ancient Greece. That had been what attracted Rita, as well as a thousand other girls, to Owen… that and the fact that he was the starring quarterback for the University of Buffalo football team. He had virtually single handedly led the college to a state championship with his brilliant playing, and he was both skillful and friendly. If there was anyone who had no enemies in the world, it would be Owen. Rita, a cheerleader in college, had fallen under the spell of the strong man, and even though she herself had made the first move toward him, her role as aggressor had soon been over shadowed by Owen's ability to take charge when the situation called for a strong person.

That had been early in their senior year, and by the time of their graduation, there was no doubt that they would be getting married. Rita knew she was the envy of every girl she knew. Even though she had been a virgin when she married him, Owen had taken several of her friends to bed with him, and all of them told the lovely petite blonde that she was getting one hunk of man.

During the summer after their marriage, Rita had found that to be true. There wasn't anything Owen hadn't done, and little else that he wouldn't do. During their honeymoon on the west coast, the two had hardly come out of their bedroom. The incredible pleasure Owen had brought her when he first thrust his thick, long cock up into her cunt, tearing her hymen forever and filling her anxiously waiting vagina with the massiveness of his penis had been so total that Rita didn't want to waste one moment. She could remember that night, and the other nights that had followed. And the days as well. Everything seemed to blend into one continuous orgasm. Owen's huge, free-swinging balls seemed to have no end of the sperm she wanted so desperately, and he was more than willing to fill her belly to the brim each and every time she wanted him to. During that time, Rita and Owen had acted as though they were trying to wear each other out, and any objective observer would have had to call it a draw. The lovely blonde woman was certain that she had found her whole life's existence fulfilled.

But she had been wrong.

The honeymoon ended, and they returned to the East Coast, taking a newly built home in Amherst, so Owen could be close to his office in Buffalo. An insurance firm there had snatched Owen up as soon as possible, offering him as much money as any executive. Before, Rita had been living pretty much hand to mouth, hut now, she was able to have all those things she had merely dreamed about… things she would never have if she hadn't married Owen. But even though she was financially well off, Rita noticed that there was a change in Owen. Though he could have easily made it as a professional football player, Owen had chosen a slightly less exciting, though more stable means of employment. Rita would have been happy with him no matter what he did, so she really didn't mind as long as she had him with her when she needed and wanted him.

Owen, however, couldn't seem to make the transition from college to the real world, and being away from the football field made him act like a fish out of water. During the first week at his new job, he would come home so tired and worn out that all he wanted was a drink before he went to bed. If her first couple of weeks after her marriage was sheer heaven, the week after the honeymoon was sheer hell. Rita had come to depend on Owen's penis to bring her happiness, but for a while he had been just too tired to do anything but turn away from her in their huge, king-sized bed and drop off to sleep, leaving Rita to fend for herself. Even though she was as naked as he was, she couldn't do anything to relieve the tingling that would come to her empty loins as she occasionally brushed against the hard-muscled body of her nakedly sleeping husband. Once she had thought of fingering her vagina with him sleeping next to her, but she had put that out of her mind with the thought that her moaning would wake him and cause her no end of embarrassment.

Finally, after a week of living like that, Rita put her foot down. She hadn't married Owen so she could watch him sleep. She had married him because she believed that he could give her what she wanted. She knew he was more than able, since the memories of her honeymoon refused to leave her mind.

Owen had been completely apologetic, and they started the third week of their marriage as they had begun their honeymoon. Owen's hands would run lightly over the swelling mounds of her apple-hard breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples until she thought she would die right then and there from pleasure. Her vagina would respond with a river of lubrication, making it possible for Owen's huge, throbbingly erect penis to slide into her anti fill her to the brim. She delighted in the hard pumping of his hips against hers, and she gripped his asscheeks with her hands as she felt her orgasm approaching with the force she had known earlier.

And then…

And then Owen had cum. Her husband had cum, flooding her quaking belly with the seething torrent of his sperm before she had achieved her own release, and even as she drove her hips hard up against his, she could feel the thickness of his cock starting to wane. Finally it slipped out of her aching cunt all together, leaving her unfulfilled and more than a little angry. Still, she believed that it was just from his being tired and out of practice, so she said nothing.

The next night had been better. She had cum, at least, though Owen had seemed so detached that her orgasm had been a mild one.

There began, at that point, an on-again, off-again sex life. Sometimes Owen would bring her over the top, and sometimes he wouldn't, and most of the times he did would leave Rita unhappy. Owen seemed to think that nothing was wrong, however. Every time he flooded her cunt with creamy, thick sperm, he assumed that she had orgasmed to her satisfaction, and he was so childishly innocent in his happiness that Rita didn't want to say anything about it.

Now, nearly six months after they married, Rita had almost come to expect that Owen would bring her so close that she could taste her orgasm, and would then fail to hold himself back long enough for her to achieve it.

"Something wrong, honey?" he asked when he had finished dressing. "You seem a little withdrawn this morning."

"No… nothing's wrong," Rita answered, hating herself for lying to him. If she were any kind of a wife at all, she would come right out and tell him that he had tailed to satisfy her… and had been tailing to satisfy her ever since they came back from their honeymoon. "Are you going to be back in time for dinner?"

"I can't say," Owen said as he looked around for his heavy overcoat. "Some of the kids on the team could use a little help, and I want to make sure that they get all they need."

When it had been learned that Owen was, not only a good football player, but a good hockey player as well, the local high school had asked him to coach their hockey team. Owen had jumped at the chance, and now his Saturdays were spent in the school rink, helping the kids.

"What are you going to do today?" Owen asked as he got ready to leave for the day.

"I don't know," she said in a tired voice. "Maybe I'll just walk around some."

"Good work out," Owen told her. "The air is nice and crisp this morning. Looks like we had some snow last night."

Rita nodded, silently wishing that he would just leave so she could be alone with her thoughts. She felt a mixture of anger and frustration as she watched him go out the door to spend his time with the kids. Damn, she thought. If he used half the energy she shows them on me, everything would be all right.

Finally hearing their front door close, Rita fell backwards on her bed, her nakedness only serving to remind her that, as wonderful a man as her husband was, he was still failing her in that most important part of a marriage, and she didn't know how to tell him without sounding like a nagging wife. She recalled his words a little while ago, when he had pulled his body off hers.

There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day off right.

She agreed whole heartedly with that idea, but of late, she had had anything but a good fucking. Even though she didn't like to use words like fuck, she couldn't get them out of her mind now. She looked down at her nakedness and smiled at what she saw. There had never been any doubt in her mind that she was a lovely woman. Like all the other cheerleaders, the constant practice and jumping around had kept her trim and firm, while adding a healthy glow to the cream whiteness of her soft, smooth flesh. For a short while, as she allowed her eyes to run down the plane of her exposed flat belly, she forgot that Owen was failing to satisfy her. Something her mother had told her long ago about keeping a man happy with good looks came back to her. Even as a young child she had been very pretty, and she believed everything her mother told her. Early in her life she had been determined that she would do everything she could to keep her looks… and therefore keep Owen.

"Oh God," she said out loud. Then she turned her head this way and that, as though her plea might have been heard by someone. Just the mere thought of her husband brought back the sensation of being unfulfilled. She had to admit to herself that there were good times possible. She still dwelt on the memory of her honeymoon as proof that Owen was capable of making her totally happy. She remembered those two weeks now with a special fondness… remembered them as a time when her pussy had been so filled, so aroused, so tingly. She could almost picture Owen in her mind as he had been then, her mind projecting the hotly arousing image of her new husband, as naked as she, kneeling between her wide-spread legs as his excitedly throbbing penis rubbed against her wetly quivering vagina…

Rita moaned out loud again and closed her eyes, troubled by the fact that her memories might be nothing more… only fading promises of a sexual life that could very well be over for her. Then she let the pleasant images seep back into her thoughts, as though she really had a choice.

In her mind once again, Owen was lifting her aching loins as his buttocks flexed and his rigidly hard cock slid up and down the heated pulsating cleft of her young cunt. She remembered the wonderful way it felt as she reached down and touched the hot scruffy flesh of his penis, sliding the loose skin of his long, thick shaft back and forth in her tightly grasping fingers, making him moan with his delight to the overpowering sensations she was bringing him.

"Damn!" she said out loud. "Why am I thinking about that? Dwelling on the past isn't going to solve anything."

Hearing her own voice did nothing to her, though, and she continued to lie in the crumpled sheets, her stomach churning with a series of fluttery sensations as the exciting images flickered through her mind. Owen was on top of her in her mind, his breath and tongue hot in her ear, his rock-hard cock lust inside the warm trembling lips of her heatedly moistened vaginal mouth. She was straining up to meet his thrusts, the muscles of her inner thighs and buttocks hardening as she gratefully worked more and more of his lust-swollen penis inside her voracious cunt, her womb eagerly dilating so she could take his great, long wonderful length all the way.

A tender aching was beginning in the heated depths of her pulsing vagina as Rita could almost feel Owen's penetration once more. The ache was added to by the tingling that had been there all morning, when Owen had flooded her pussy with his sperm and left her unsatisfied. Without thinking, she raised her hand and touched her swollen breasts, rubbing her still hardened nipples with her thumb and delighting in their rigidity. Her moving fingers intensified the throbbing in her loins and the hot moistness that was drenching her excitedly puckering pussy lips.

"Take all my cock, Rita," the young blonde woman heard the memory of her husband's voice demand. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his body fall heavily on top of her, pressing her full breasts flat as his hotly throbbing penis flicked up through her anxious vaginal sluce. "Yessssss…" she cried out in her dream… a spasm of frustration sweeping over her.

She opened her eyes, totally disappointed that she was not getting the real thing… that this was all a sham brought on her by Owen's failure to make her feel like a total woman.

She closed her eyes again, knowing that she was as aroused as she had ever been. There was nothing she could do, she knew, that would ease her arousal save to finger herself. She bit on her lower lip, feeling that there had to be something else she could do… something that would not be such a reminder that her marriage wasn't working out as she thought it should.

But she knew that she had to do something to relieve the ache in her loins. She hadn't masturbated since the day of her marriage, even though she had been sexually frustrated for so long. She believed that if she did finger her own vagina, it would be an admission to failure, and she wanted to cling to the hope, no matter how faint that hope, that something could he worked out.

It was useless this time, though. Silently, she continued to caress her breasts, unable to control the hungry fire which was burning her flesh. She slowly gave in to her physical urgency, her not need growing like a cancer in her heaving loins and belly. Again the wave of remembered embraces with Owen came back to her, stronger than ever…

They were in their bed on their honeymoon, her glistening cunt tightly clenched around his lunging cock, like plum-colored lips around a thick candy cane. The bed was shaking with their passionate embracing, their ever-increasing fucking causing the head board to bang up against the wall as they rode the spiral to their orgasms…

In her bedroom, Rita's hand increased its frantic caressing of her rapidly rising and falling breast, while her other hand dropped to between her now wide-splayed thighs and gently fingered her moistly quivering vaginal lips until she was nearly overwhelmed with the wildly erotic sensations. Her slippery middle finger came into heated wet contact with the trembling hardness of her erect clitoris, and she gasped in total abandonment as she thrashed nakedly on the bed now with the shameless desires that were ruling her body. Faster and faster her hand rubbed her hotly seething vagina, her mind a torrent of Owen's body, his arms, his mouth, his penis. Nothing mattered now. Nothing existed to her save her husband and herself as they surged in her imagination toward release…

Both her hands were running over her body as though they were out of control, her finger tips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest again and again in the golden vee of her cuntal down. Again Rita groaned as she let her quivering thighs fall apart, exposing the blood-flushed cleft of her seething pussy to the air of the room. Her fingers crawled to the half parted lips of her vagina and spread them slowly until the glistening furrow was totally open, and then her middle finger drove into the wetly pulsating mouth in earnest, stroking her clitoris mindlessly now.

It was not enough. She had become accustomed to the thickness of Owen's huge penis, and her middle finger was just not enough to match that sensation. Rapidly, she inserted another finger into her needing pussy… and then a third. The three digits disappeared and reappeared in a softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred from her lust-tightened lips.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh… aaaaahhhhh…!" the frustrated young wife moaned as she lewdly drove her fingers into her throbbing pussy, making wet sucking sounds as she wildly slid them in and out!

The sounds of her own moanings, and the sensations caused by her writhings and probings increased the heated flow in her pussy. Her breathing became more ragged, and Rita was swept away with a possession of lustful delight which she had not had for so long. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she squirmed beneath her driving fingers in uncontrolled passion. The rapid rhythm drove animal grunts of long unfelt pleasure from deep in her throat as her madly working fingers sank into her pulsating pussy, making sucking sounds as she frantically slid them in and out. Her face was red as she strained for her long awaited climax, and she panted in frustration as her hands whipped harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

Suddenly she opened her eyes, staring blankly into the room as she felt the first twinges of her orgasm sweeping over her… an orgasm that had been held up inside her for months. Her eyes grew glassy and threatened to pop from her head. She felt her muscles tighten reflexively, and she groaned again as she arched her ravenous young cunt even harder up to her fingers. Her breath went out of her as she felt a convulsive shudder break in rippling waves across the lust-filled surface of her excitedly flushed belly.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…!!!" came her wail as Rita arched back and imagined it was Owen bringing on the orgasm. She felt a sudden surging release and felt the translucent fluids wetting her hand and fingers.

As her climax began to ebb, Rita's firm, wearily quivering buttocks and wetly burning pussy subsided. She lay still, her chest heaving with the charge of her release and her eyes tightly shut. Sanity slowly returned to her mind, erasing the wonderful image she had managed to hold of Owen making love to her. And in its place came frustration and anger.

Once again she felt tears well in her eyes. To think that she had to settle for something like her fingers when the man who could give her what she really wanted was out somewhere playing with a bunch of kids. She was not ashamed at what she had done. She was seething with anger now… anger that grew and grew with each passing moment. Something was going to have to be done… and soon. She hadn't married a man like Owen to rely on herself to bring her the sexual happiness she wanted. If she had wanted to use her own fingers, she would have stayed single.

She didn't know what to think. She didn't mind sharing Owen with the kids. She didn't mind that every now and then, after he would half-fuck her, he would go out to the gym and work out. What angered her was the unconcern Owen seemed to feel for her. How could he be so simple minded as to fail to see that she was unsatisfied? Damn him anyway!

She continued to lay on the bed for a long while, hating and loving her husband at the same time. He had been so wonderful once, and she knew that he could be wonderful again. All he had to do was…

And then Rita could see the problem! Of course. It was so simple. Each and every time Owen fucked her, she would tell him that she was very happy and had enjoyed it. How was he supposed to know that he was failing to bring her over the top if she continued to lie to him? If he didn't know that there was a problem, he couldn't do anything about it. As long as he thought everything was fine, he would continue to do what he was doing.

If there was any fault to be placed, it had to be placed with her for letting the situation last as long as it had. She should have nipped the problem in the bud. If she had, everything might have been solved by now.

That settled it! Rita pulled herself from her bed and began dressing. Things had gotten out of hand. When he had to resort to her fingers to bring her the happiness she deserved, things were way too tar out of hand. She loved Owen, and she was certain that he loved her. Love means trust and understanding. It was not only her right, it was her duty to tell Owen that something was wrong, even if it hurt him in the beginning. Rita knew one thing… if things continued along the same lines for very long, she would blow up with her frustration. That could very well destroy her marriage, and she didn't want that.

CHAPTER TWO

"I wish your sister would run her own fucking errands," Bob Reed told his wife, Tina, as she dressed to go out. "I mean, Christ, love, she wanted the kid. She should take care of him."

"You just want me here so you can fuck me again, don't you?" Tina smiled as she slipped into her overcoat. It was white, pure white mink, and her ebony shoulder-length hair contrasted with it as sharply as night contrasts with day.

"Well of course," Bob smiled back at her. He wasn't really angry, though the thought of having his wife away from him on an afternoon like this for even an hour or so made him feel a little alone. Shit, what else was there to do on a cold Saturday in Amherst but fuck his wife?

"I'm sorry," she said, using a tone of voice that let him know she really wasn't sorry. "Abby had a million things to do today, and I promised that I would pick Larry up and deliver him to her house."

Abby was Tina's older sister, and while the two women had not been all that close, there were still family ties. Besides, Larry wasn't the only reason she wanted to go to the school ice-rink.

"Uh huh… and I'll bet you really jumped at the chance to get a closer look at that coach," Bob said, tongue in cheek.

"Owen Temple? You mean that strong, handsome red-head who's been keeping himself pretty much secluded with his lovely wife? Why… I hardly even notice him."

Bob went into a coughing fit, so hard was his laughter.

"That's right, love," he said after he was able to catch his breath. "And I haven't seen Rita, that lovely little blue-eyed blonde with the firm hard breasts."

Tina kissed Bob lightly and smiled. "I don't understand them," she said as she began buttoning her coat. "He's never home, and she's never with him."

"That's something to think about," Bob mused. "Maybe I should pay a little visit to them."

"They would certainly make a good addition to the club," Tina agreed. "Some of the members have been asking me why we haven't brought them to the meetings, since we live just two houses down from them."

"And what did you say?"

"I told them the truth. I told them we just haven't talked to them all that much."

"You know something?" Bob said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's high time that we changed that. Maybe we should really get down to it and bring them out."

"Uuuuummmm…" Tina said as she ran her pink little tongue across her full, lush lips. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Suppose you tell me what you have in mind."

"Getting them separated is not much of a problem," Tina told him. "He goes out, she stays home. You work on her, I'll work on him."

"Sure… that's simple for me, but who knows where he goes half the time? How would you like to go chasing all over the town following him?"

"No one said that the good things in life are easy to come by," Tina said, wincing at the thought of chasing after Owen. "Still, it could be worth it. Just watching him walk around makes my cunt tingle."

"And thinking about Rita's tight little cunt really set my cock off," Bob said. "Hey, don't get me wrong. We can work something out that will make it a little easier for you."

"That's what I love about you," she said as she pulled away from him and looked through her purse for her car keys. "You're so considerate. But I think I would like the thrill of the chase. It would make me feel like a little school girl again."

"Wench," Bob smiled.

"Lover," Tina said. "Suppose I give things a little feel this afternoon while I'm at the rink. Maybe we can come up with something after I've had a chance to talk to him."

"Whatever you say, love," Bob shrugged. "And to give you as much time as you want, I'll stay home while you're away. No… no," he told her, exaggerating his motions. "I'm willing to wait a couple of days more before I get into Rita's pussy. You have a word or two with Owen and we'll put our heads together when you get back. We have a week before the meeting, and a lot can happen in a week, now that we've decided that we're going to take some action."

Tina gave a little chuckle and opened the door, letting in a cold blast of air.

"That's what I like about you," she said, standing in the open doorway. "You're willing to make a sacrifice to see to it that I'm happy."

"Close the fucking door, will ya? Heat doesn't grow on trees."

Tina blew him a kiss and pulled the door after her. Getting into her car, she found that already she was formulating a plan of sorts. She had been pretty busy with the other members of the swap club, and she hadn't had much of a chance to really think deeply about Owen Temple. Even so, he had been in the back of her mind ever since she had watched him move into the neighborhood during the summer. She was impressed when she learned that he was a football hero. She really didn't follow sports that much, but that little bit of knowledge made her want him all the more. And Bob, she knew, was hot and ready for Rita's pussy. It was strange that things had taken so long to develop, but they had, and now was the time to see to it that something happened. Now that she and her husband had agreed that something had to be done, there would be no turning back. Should this opportunity slip away, Tina knew they would never get around to getting the couple in the club.

She moved her car along the ice-slicked roads with ease, heading for the school where her nephew was practicing with Owen. Having to use an excuse like a kid to get to meet Owen made Tina feel like she was in high school again, where she used to "accidentally" bump into boys she was attracted to. Most of them had been too shy to make the first move, but Tina was anything but shy. She had learned, though, that some people had to be handled with a certain degree of delicacy, so as not to scare them away. Even a good looking fucker like Owen must have his weak points. If he didn't, he and Rita would have more people than they do for visits.

Come to think of it, the lovely voluptuous dark-haired woman thought as she pulled into a parking spot in the school's lot, they don't have anyone over to visit. It's almost as though the two of them live in a world all their own. Wellllll… that's interesting.

The early setting sun and ensuing darkness made the air around the new school bitter cold, and Tina hurried inside, taking great care that she did not slip and fall on the ice. As soon as she was inside, she took off her coat, revealing her casual dress. Knowing that she would not be spending too much time away from the warmth of buildings or her car, she hadn't bothered to dress warmly. Though slightly older than Rita, Tina carried herself as though she were still in college, and dressed pretty much the way she had when she had been attending school. Tight jeans, a light casual blouse and simple shoes. Her rich, luxurious hair, cleanly parted in the center of her head, fell softly to her shoulders and framed her head, bouncing lightly as she walked through the building. As she passed several reflective windows, she automatically glanced at herself, and was pleased with what she saw. She took good care of her body, and her looks had not in the slightest left her. Even as she walked quickly through the empty halls, she could see in the profile of her reflections, the generous swelling of her breasts behind her cotton blouse. Even though her globes were large, they were firm and hard, and had never needed the support of a bra. They, like her hair, bobbed sensually as she sauntered through the halls, and the rubbing of her nipples on the light cloth brought about a sense of arousal. Good, she thought to herself. Feeling like this will make me just a little more brazen than normal. We'll check this Owen guy out real good. She could feel her pussy starting to secrete fluids of desire as she found the doors to the indoor ice rink, and she moved her mink coat in such a way so as to hide any stain that might show through her jeans around her vaginal area. She wanted to be a little brazen, but not totally wanton! She wanted Owen to think of her as just another woman. That way he would act more naturally, and she could get a better feel about him.

The echoing sounds of shouting and laughter filled the rink area, and she searched through the huge room, looking first for her nephew, and, finding him, looked for Owen.

She found him when he blew his whistle loudly.

"All right," he boomed, his voice bouncing off the walls. "I think we've had enough for today. Let's break it up. I'm ready for dinner."

"Larry," Tina called at the top of her lungs, delighting when she saw everyone, including Owen, turning to see her finally. "Larry," she called again.

The young boy skated across the rink. "Aunt Tina," he started.

"Your mother sent me to pick you up," she said quickly, keeping her eyes on Owen all the while. "My car is in the parking lot. It's unlocked. You get changed and wait for me there. I have a little something I have to do. I won't be long."

Larry shrugged his shoulders and went to change. Tina followed Owen's hard muscled form as the hockey coach went to one of the side benches and sat down to take off his skates. Sighing deeply, Tina walked along the ice to him.

"You seem to be pretty popular with the kids," she said to start the conversation.

Owen looked up and stared at her for a moment. He could feel his breathing stop as his eyes fixed on her ripe beauty. Then he broke into a huge grin and returned to taking off his skates. "Yes… I like them and they like me," he told her. "I don't think they've had a coach who really understood the game before."

"I thought football was your sport," Tina said, sitting close, but not too close, to him. She bent forward and looked with intensive eagerness.

Owen gave a little chuckle. He was used to having women come over and talk to him. Lots of them had done that in his college days, and he prided himself on being able to handle situations like this.

"Well… it is. Or was, I should say. But I like all sports. I have to admit that you don't look like the kind of woman who would be interested in football, though."

"I'm not," Tina said, smiling and raising her eyebrows.

"And something tells me that you're not interested in hockey, either."

"I never thought a jock could have so much insight," Tina said, just a little seductively.

Owen chuckled to himself. This little game was one that he hadn't played in a long time… not since he'd married Rita. He could tell that this lovely woman was coming on to him, and even though he was a married man, it gave him a little thrill to know that he still projected that special something that most women go for. And he wasn't even trying. Well…

"You sure don't look old enough to be Larry's mother," he said, looking away from his skates and directly into her coal-black eyes.

"I'm not," Tina said, still smiling, and looking right back at him. So far, there was nothing shy about this handsome man.

Owen regarded her for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes as though he was deep in thought.

"I know you from somewhere," he said quietly. "I know you…"

He searched through his memory, trying to recall the faces of the women he used to date in college. They hadn't been countless, but most of them had been for little more than a couple of weeks, hardly long enough to leave a lasting impression in his mind.

"No… you've probably just seen me," she said, looking hard at him, and then leaning back. "Bob and I live two doors down from you and Rita."

Owen thought about that for a moment, and then his face brightened with a sudden understanding.

"Of course," he said as though he had just stumbled on to some brilliant thought. "Well… it's nice to be talking to you. I'm sorry that Rita and I haven't been making the rounds in the neighborhood. She and I are just a little new to the ways of the suburbs. Both of us come from the city, you know, and making the…"

"No need to apologize," Tina said quickly. Now that she had him talking, the last thing she wanted him to do was feel as though he had done something wrong. "Bob and I know how it can be. When we first moved here, we didn't know a soul, and it took us some time to make new friends. Someone has to make the first move."

Owen felt instantly relieved. Talking to this lovely woman was a pleasure. She was friendly, open and casual. He had at first thought that he would have to go into some long speech about how he was married and wasn't playing the field anymore, but now that he knew a little more about her, he began to feel as though he had known her for a long, long time. Some people are like that, he thought quickly to himself as his eyes lingered on the generous swell of her breasts pushing out her light cotton blouse. Some people make you feel at ease right away.

"I'm really glad we met," he said finally, remembering that he was married, and was therefore entitled to do little more than just look and not touch. If he weren't married, he might make a play for her, even though he knew she was. One of the things Owen had no hang-ups about was making it with married women. Shit… if they wanted to have some guy besides their husband fuck them, that was all right with him.

"So am I," she said, fully meaning it. This was the closest she had been to him, and she could see that, if anything, she had under-estimated him. She wasn't sure, but she believed that she could see a swelling of his cock under his pants… a swelling that told her he would be able to satisfy her in bed many times over. She could tell that he was staring at her breasts, and that made her feel very happy. If she could get the least bit of arousal out of him, there was an opening.

"Now that we've met," she continued, "what would you say to you and Rita coming over to our house some time in the near future? Bob and I love to entertain, and we would be very happy to have you two over."

"Why… that would be very nice," Owen said. "Of course, I'll have to talk to Rita about it, but I'm sure she'll go along with me. She hasn't said as much, but I'm certain she would like to meet new people."

"Is she a little shy about finding new friends?"

"Well… in a way. She can be very outgoing when she wants to be. I think living out here has really thrown her for a loop."

He finished taking off his skates and placed them in his bag. Then, standing up, he looked down at the lovely woman.

"Shall I walk you to your car?" he asked, offering her his arm.

As they left the ice rink area, Owen pulled himself up next to her, delighting in the excitement that seemed to flow from her.

"What does Bob… your husband… what does he do for a living?" Owen asked, thinking that it would be a little better if he made sure that he and Tina remained just friends. He didn't want her to get the idea that he would fuck her. Even though he was certain he could get a lot of pleasure out of it, he had never been able to handle more than one girl at a time. He would go from one to another… sometimes rather quickly, but he would never have more than one girl at a time. Things could get out of hand then. And having an affair would be harder than having two girl friends. A wife can get pretty mad…

What are you thinking about Owen, he thought. You can't even be considering fucking this woman. Just forget it. You're not in college any more. You have a wife and a job and a home…

"Something tells me that you weren't listening to me," Tina's voice broke in on his thoughts. "That's not very nice, asking me about my husband and then drifting off like that."

"Uuuuuummm? Oooooohhh… I'm sorry," Owen said, remembering that he was talking to her, and not trying to work out his whole life around her. "I was thinking of… of a personal matter."

"That's all right," Tina said. "Like I was saying, Bob is a computer programmer with several banks in Buffalo. If I may be allowed a little wifely pride, his services are in great demand."

And as she said that, she broke up into peals of laughter. It had been unintentional humor, but the pun fit. At all the gatherings of the group, most of the wives wanted Bob's "services", and would sometimes fight to get them.

"What's so funny?" Owen asked, feeling a little left out.

"Ooohhh… I was just thinking of a personal matter," she said teasingly, evasively.

"Your personal life is that funny?"

"It can be… sometimes."

They reached her car and Owen opened her door for her. Larry was sitting in the back, reading a comic book.

"Hi, coach," the young boy said.

"How's it going, Larry?" Owen said, both glad and a little unhappy that Larry was around. He would have liked to spend a little more time with Tina, but having Larry around sort of took that decision away from him. It was probably for the better, since he knew he could get into a lot of trouble with Tina. He wasn't sure but that she might still be coming on to him, in her own way, and he would like to have explored that possibility. Well… there was plenty of time to get to know her better.

"You and Rita will give us a call soon?" Tina asked as she climbed into her car.

"You bet," he said, just a little too quickly. Damn, he might still be attracting women, but he was losing the touch once he had them. He was being just a little too obviously anxious, and he remembered a lesson he had learned long ago… Never tip your hand too early. That was what he was doing now, and as he watched Tina drive away, he felt like a little school boy talking to a girl for the first time.

And then, again, he remembered that he was married…

His mind was becoming confused with several conflicting thoughts. If he were still single, he would probably have made a pass at Tina. The more he thought about what had happened, the more he was convinced that he had done just that. He had made a pass at her, though it had been a very mild and clumsy pass. And he hadn't wanted to do that anyway.

"Jesus," he said out loud as it suddenly dawned on him that it was colder than a witch's tit. Skating around the rink had made him work up one hell of a sweat, and that sweat was making him feel chilled now.

He hurried across the lot to his own car, feeling a little better, now that he was out of the wind, and remembering that he was hungry. Rita had better have quite a meal ready for him. He felt as though he could eat a horse.

Rita stared at the clock, wishing that Owen would come home soon. She had been walking around the neighborhood, trying to think of the words she would use to tell him that he was failing to satisfy her. She had run through dozens of conversations in her mind, but none of them had turned out the way she had wanted. She had a fair idea when he would be coming home, and as that time approached, she could feel herself getting anxious and nervous. She really had no idea what Owen would do when she told him. Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she was pretty certain that a man like Owen would take it pretty hard. He might not even believe her. After all, he had been one of the most popular men in college, and she knew he had pleased a lot of women. His pride was at stake, and he was liable to lash out at her.

That's silly, she thought to herself. Owen loves me. There's no reason why he shouldn't know about his failure. There was nothing wrong with him. He's just under a lot of pressure, that's all. He was all right in the beginning. There's no reason to think he can't be all right again.

Her heart skipped a beat and her breath quickened as she heard his car pull into the driveway. She stood up from her easy chair and faced the doorway, desperately trying to calm herself down. If she acted a little funny, he might suspect something right off. That would put him on the defensive, and the last thing she wanted him to think was that she was attacking him in any way, shape or form. She wanted to be calm and rational about the whole thing. That was the best way to handle it, she decided.

She met him at the door as it opened, giving him a big hug and a kiss as soon as he was inside. This took him by surprise, though he was quick to recover. They embraced for a long time, until finally Owen pushed her away just enough so he could close the door.

"Well… I'd say you missed me while I was gone," he said in a chipper voice. During his ride home, once he was away from Tina, he could feel only happiness that he had made a new friend in the neighborhood.

"Of course I missed you," Rita said, bringing in her training as a cheerleader. She took her husband's hands and held them away from his body, smiling as though she didn't have a care in the world.

"What's for dinner honey?" he asked, dropping her hands and getting out of his coat. "I really worked up an appetite with those kids. By the way, I met one of our neighbors… Tina Reed. She says she and her husband would like to have us over to their house sometime soon."

Rita smiled. "That's nice. Uh… before we have dinner, though, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Can't it wait until after dinner," Owen said in a tired voice. "I'm kind of hungry, and I think better on a full stomach."

As Owen walked away from her to get a little cleaned up for eating, Rita sighed to keep her courage up. He was acting like he were back in college, where nothing was very important.

"I'd rather not wait until after dinner," she said, her concern coming through in the tone of her voice. "I've been thinking about this all day, and I want to get it over with."

Even now, Owen didn't appear to be taking her very seriously. He came out of the bathroom drying his hands on a towel. "Okay, honey," he said in a chipper voice. "I'm all ears."

"This is no laughing matter," Rita said, turning away from him. She couldn't look at him, and she still didn't know where to begin. Owen wasn't making this any easier on her either.

The silence behind her told her that Owen was waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath and spun around.

"You don't satisfy me in bed," she said quickly, getting the words out before she had a chance to change her mind.

Owen looked at her, his hands still running through the towel. His face carried no expression, and Rita didn't know what he was thinking. She looked at him wonderingly, as though he was supposed to be saying something.

"Is that all?" he said, blandly.

"Isn't that enough?"

"Well… suppose you tell me what your problem is," he said, letting Rita know he hadn't understood what she meant.

"It's not my problem… it's yours."

"Mine?" he said, raising his voice and smiling as though she were pulling a joke on him. "You're crazy."

"No I'm not," she snapped at him. "You haven't made me cum since we've come back from our honeymoon."

"Look – I'm hungry and tired. Suppose we have something to eat and we can…"

"No!" Rita said, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at him. "This isn't college, Owen. You can't just pretend that problems don't exist. I haven't told you before because I didn't know what to say. Now I'm telling you before things get worse."

For the first time since they had started the conversation, Owen began to catch the drift of what she was saying.

"Now let me see if I have this right," he said, fighting hard to control himself. "You're telling me that I don't make you cum, is that right?"

Rita shook her head as though she was coming out of a trance. She had actually used that word without even thinking about it. She couldn't remember a time when she had said "cum" in a normal conversation, and the mere sound of the word made her blush a little.

"That's right," she said in a soft voice.

"I think you're full of shit," Owen said, tossing the towel aside and lifting his head a little. "I think it's all your problem, not mine. Remember, you were a virgin when I married you. I've had some experience with women, and I never heard any of them complain before."

"You were never married to any of them," Rita shot back, determined that she would maintain her courage in the face of her husband. "Things were all right for a while, but they… they dropped off."

"And you think it's my fault?" Owen just couldn't believe what she was telling him.

"Honey, please, I'm not saying it's anyone's fault. I'm saying that… that…"

"You're saying that I don't know how to fuck my wife, is that it?"

"All right, yes, damn it. That's it," she snapped, pursing her lips.

Owen looked at her as though she had just told him that the world was flat. "You really believe that, don't you," he said in an icy cold voice that made Rita shiver. She had never seen him look like he did now. He was obviously gritting his teeth, and his lips were curled slightly, and pursed as though he were concentrating all his strength on his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that," Rita said, trying to calm down a little, and in doing so hoping that she could calm her husband down as well. She hadn't known how he would take what she had to tell him, but she never thought he would take it so badly. "I'm not saying that you can't, Owen. I know you've been under a lot of pressure, and…"

"And nothing, you little frigid bitch," Owen snapped. "Pressure is something I handle very well. Christ, I have less pressure now than I did in college. I think you've just got too high an opinion of yourself. You can't orgasm, and you've decided that you want to blame me. You refuse to put the blame where it lies, Rita, and that's with you. Don't try and make me feel guilty."

They looked at each other for a moment, though it felt like an eternity to Rita. She decided that she wasn't handling this very well at all, and she was the first to turn away. Maybe if they ate dinner, they would be able to come back to the problem later. She wished she had taken Owen's suggestion that they eat first. Things might have been a little more rational if she had.

"Let's eat, honey," she said, moving toward the kitchen.

"You eat," Owen said, walking to the closet where he had hung his coat. "I don't think you'll want to be in the same house with me. Not if I can't give you what you want."

"Owen! Where are you going?"

"Don't try and make me believe you care, bitch," he snapped, slipping into his coat. "I'm not the husband you thought I would be, so why should you care where I'm going."

The lovely blonde woman opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't think of any words. She watched in wide-eyed amazement as Owen pulled open the door and walked out, slamming the door so hard that he made the glass window rattle. Rita stood in the dining room, staring at the door, not believing that he had walked out on her like that, until she heard the car starting, and then pulling away.

Just two doors down, Tina happened to be at her window, looking over the snow-covered, silent landscape while Bob mixed some before dinner drinks. At first she was a little confused by what she had seen. It certainly looked like Owen and Rita had just had a little spat and Owen had walked out. When she saw the handsome football player jump in his car and swerve several times on the icy road, she knew something was wrong, and she decided on the spur of the moment that this was the opening she and her husband had been looking for.

"Love," she said quickly, turning away from the window and hurrying to get her coat and car-keys. "Forget everything. Something's happened over at the Temples' that might make both our lives a lot happier."

"Really," Bob said, sipping on his drink and watching his wife scurry around. "It looks like you're really going after Owen's cock hot and heavy."

"Wish I could talk, love," she said as she opened the door. "Suppose you wait here until I give you a call. Something tells me that I'll be able to keep Owen away from his home long enough for you to do something nice to Rita, but for God's sake, let's not get our signals crossed."

Bob nodded. One of the great things about his marriage to Tina was that they were both a team. There were times when one of them would start something, and the other would pick up on it right away, as though they could read each other's minds.

"I'll give you about half an hour," he told her. "Then I'm acting on my own."

She blew him a kiss and hopped into her car. Turning her engine over right away, as it was still warm from her drive to the school. She hurried in the direction she had seen Owen drive. It wasn't hard to find his car. He was driving so poorly for the conditions that he could not make much distance, and there were no other cars out on the roads in the neighborhood.

Even though Owen was generally a good driver, and Tina hadn't had much practice driving, she managed to follow him. She smiled in her mounting excitement. This was like something from the movies or a television show, and it made her feel like a little girl again. She liked the feeling, and she was really getting into the thrill of the chase.

***

Owen sat in some nameless bar, at least he didn't know what the name of the place was, and he really didn't care. The place was pretty empty for a Saturday night, and his stool was surrounded by vacant ones on either side. A juke box was playing the Tony Bennett version of "I Left My Heart in San Francisco", though Owen wasn't paying too much attention. He was looking into his second drink, a double Scotch on-the-rocks. The first one he had downed right away, and on his empty stomach, it had gone right to his head.

"Damn that woman anyway," he thought, his mental voice slightly fuzzy. The nerve… the absolute gall of her to tell me, Owen Temple, that I can't make her happy. She ought to consider herself lucky that I married her. There were a lot of women who would have given their right arms to be where she is now, and she just doesn't appreciate it. Well… let her do some thinking for a little while. The nerve!

Outside the bar, Tina lit up a cigarette and smiled. She had just made her phone call to Bob when she saw Owen going into the bar. Bob had been all smiles. At least, he had sounded like he was all smiles over the phone. The plans had been set, and Tina was ready to put her end of the deal into operation. This hadn't been so hard after all, though she had to admit that she had been very, very lucky. Well, no point in dwelling on that, she thought. Luck or no, she was going to make her play for Owen, and she was pretty certain that he was in just the right mood to take her up on it.

She walked into the bar and received a whistle or two from the few men who were in a fairly jolly mood. She ignored them as she sauntered through the place, taking a seat right next to Owen.

"Small world, handsome," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette.

Owen turned to her, his face carrying the expression of anger, though not at her.

"I'll have a martini," she told the bartender, who gave her a little wink. Even though he had never seen her or Owen before in his life, he could see what the situation was, and he had learned not to get involved in such things.

When her drink came, she took a dainty sip and looked at Owen, who had gone back to staring into his drink. "I was just driving around when I saw your car here. Bob and I… we had a little, oh… discussion, and I'm afraid I walked out on him."

She was fishing for information, and she could see that she had hit pay-dirt right away. Owen stiffened and turned to face her, his facial expression softening somewhat.

"Really?" Then, after something of a pause, he added, "Rita and I had something like that too."

"I'm not much of a drinker," she said, seeing that she was going to have to do most of the talking for a little while. "But I didn't feel like being alone. Like I said, I saw your car out there, and I thought we might be able to make each other feel a little better."

Owen grunted and smiled from one side of his mouth. Now that he was a little drunk, he wasn't being quite as careful as he had been in the ice rink with her. She was looking pretty appealing to him at this point, especially after what Rita had said to him. He wondered what his lovely blonde wife would think if she knew that he still had that old effect on women. Tina was looking at him through half-lowered eye lids, turning her body in such a way as to give him a very nice view of her full, luscious breasts. Even though they were completely covered with her blouse, they still looked delightful.

But even though he was slightly drunk, he was not a total fool. He might make his desires a little more known, but he was still married, and that meant look, but don't touch.

"Some women just don't know when they have a good thing," he said, taking his drink off the bar and holding it in both hands while he looked directly into Tina's coal-black eyes.

"Some men don't either," she answered. "Bob and I… well, I thought we had a pretty good marriage. Things came as something of a shock to me. He doesn't like this about me. He doesn't like that. Jesus… the least he could have done was tell me a little at a time instead of dumping it all at once on me."

"You look like you're taking what happened rather well."

She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I do? I'll be going back in a little while. Maybe after he and I have been away from each other for a while, we'll both cool down some. I didn't even get a chance to say anything in my defense, though now that I think about it, Bob's not perfect."

"I guess no one is," Owen said thoughtfully. Even though he thought Rita was totally wrong about what she had said, Owen now believed that he could have been a little less abrupt… a little more patient with her. Hell, if she had a problem, the least he could do was try to help her with it, instead of running away.

Now that he wasn't alone, though, his thoughts began to travel in other directions. Even fully clothed, Tina exuded a certain sexual arousal just from her being so close to him. His eyes quickly traveled over her body, dropping from the cottoncovered swell of her hard, firm breasts to the graceful flair of her jean-covered hips. She was sitting with her legs crossed at her ankles, her full-fleshed thighs pressed tightly together. The tight denim cloth followed every curve of her body, and he was certain that he could see her cuntal mount pressing up against it from underneath. Uuummmp, but he would like to get his cock into her, if for no other reason than to teach that ungrateful wife of his a lesson she would never forget.

"This is like something out of a 'B' movie," Tina said, taking another sip on her drink. "I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you told me that your wife doesn't understand you."

"Maybe you wouldn't," Owen laughed. "But the truth is, I don't think she understands herself: I don't know what happened to her over the months, but suddenly she's become a cold sexless bitch."

He stopped himself after that, feeling a little flushed in the face. After all, he was talking to a near stranger, and it really wasn't any of her business what his private life was like. Damn that Rita, he thought quickly. She's got my mind so fucked up I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

Tina sensed what was happening with Owen, and she could tell that it was time to really press the advantage she had over him… the advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe that she was just something of a friend.

"Listen," she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. "Sitting here is really silly. There is no reason why we should be doing it. You said that you and Rita wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat her to it? Believe me, I know these things. Bob and I have gone through them before. Things will work out. It just takes a little time, that's all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with herself."

Owen regarded her for a moment. Jesus, she was asking him to go over to her place. What the fuck was she…?

Then it, dawned on him that Bob would probably be there. Hell… what the fuck could happen with her husband around? Owen thought about meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him. Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Tina's lovely body… something that could make this whole fucking evening really worth the torment Rita had put him through.

He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. "I like that idea," he said. "Maybe you're right about Rita. And I know I'm in no condition to be with her now… not with her being as hysterical as she was."

"Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you… you follow me… I'm sure Bob would like to meet you."

Owen dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the lovely woman, delighting in the way her hips swayed back and forth.

Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what the trick was going on. A classy woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what she was doing. He sighed and brought another round of beer to the men at the table, his only other customers.

***

At his home, Bob Reed finished the drink he had mixed for himself while Tina had been looking out the window. According to the phone call Tina had given him, she was going to bring that superjock to his house. He gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a little note. It was more for Owen's benefit than for Tina's. The college super-star would never believe her if she merely told him that he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.

Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his mind, trying to think of what excuse he could give to Rita for stopping in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he locked his door and walked the short distance to the Temple house. His timing had been perfect, though he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights coming down the street, slowly because of the ice.

Rita opened the door, looking at Bob as though he were a door-to-door salesman.

"Yes?" she said in a sort of tired voice.

"Good evening, Mrs. Temple," Bob said, looking around to see that the two cars were getting closer to his house. "My name is Bob Reed. I live a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good neighbor and say hello."

He could see that Rita was upset over something, probably the very thing that had caused Owen to run out of the house like he had, and Bob thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be really bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it not taken care of by the lovely woman…

"Please… come in," Rita said formally as she stepped to one side, holding the door open. Bob walked past her, inwardly gloating. Both he and Tina had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his wife to make the best use of their talents.

CHAPTER THREE

"I'm afraid Owen isn't here," she said, running her fingers through her hair at her forehead. "He's gone out somewhere."

The sound in her voice told Bob that she was more upset than he would have thought, and he wondered if she would be either vulnerable or completely insensitive. He hoped she would be vulnerable. He was not above taking advantage of a good situation.

"You sound as though there's something bothering you," he said, waiting for her to open up a little to him.

"Owen and I… well… we had… we had a fight," she said. When Owen had walked out on her like he had, she didn't know what to do. She had looked around the house, as though she could find something that would take her mind off what had happened, but that had been useless. She tried to eat, but found that she had lost her appetite. While thumbing through a magazine, she found that she was totally lonely. This was not the same thing as when Owen went to work. Then, at least, she knew he would be coming home, and she knew when.

Now she tried not to think of the possibility that Owen had left her forever. This was the first argument she and her husband had had, and she didn't know what she should do. Having this near stranger with her gave her some comfort, but she couldn't go very far with him.

"Hey, come on now," Bob said in a soothing voice, taking off his coat. "We hardly know each other, I realize, but I am your neighbor. I'm sorry that I haven't gotten around to paying a visit sooner, but now that I'm here, I'd like to help if I can."

He was telling the truth when he said that he was sorry he hadn't come around sooner. Uuuuummmm… now that he was standing some five feet from her, he could see that she was far more lovely than he had imagined. Her soft, shimmering golden hair flowed around her head like a rich cascade. It was full and thick, and it framed her face perfectly on both sides. Her pale blue eyes, sparkling as though she had just been crying, were like twin lakes in Wisconsin. She wore no make-up, and needed none. Her cheek-bones were high and distinctive, though not so prominent as to be distracting. Her lips were slightly pinker than the flesh of her trace. She was wearing a knitted sweater, and he could see the swan-like gracefulness of her cream-colored neck rising from the top. Farther down, the sweater was pushed out by the two globes of her breasts, and even though the sweater was very thick, he could see the nipples of her breasts, evidence that Rita, like Tina, did not wear a bra. Her slacks were casual, and followed the contours of her body, holding tight around her narrow, nipped in waist and flared out around her full, eye-pleasing thighs and buttocks. Her legs were long and trim, and as he looked at her, he could feel his cock giving a spasm… and then another, reminding him that he was here not to merely look!

"That's very kind of you," she said, smiling, even though she didn't feel very happy. "I don't know what you can do though."

Bob took a seat on the couch in the living room. "Sometimes just talking makes things a little easier," he said, crossing his legs, ankle over knee. "Tina and I have our little fights sometimes."

"Uuuhhh… by the way, why didn't your wife come over with you."

"She's busy with something else at the moment," Bob said, wondering how she was coming along. "She suggested that I make a little visit and invite you and your husband to a party we're having at our house next week. You and… uh… Owen?"

Rita nodded.

"Right. You and Owen deserve to get out and meet the people in the area here. Like I said, both Tina and I are sorry that we haven't come over sooner, but you know how those things are."

"As a matter of fact, I do," Rita agreed. "Owen and I mentioned to each other several times that we should get out and meet the people who live around here. Excuse me, I'm not being a very good hostess. Can I get you something to drink? We don't have very much, but…"

"Gin? And maybe some mixer?"

Rita nodded and went to the liquor cabinet.

"Listen," Bob said, playing his trump card, "if this is a bad time for you… if you would rather be alone or something…"

"Ooohhh… no. Not at all," she said quickly. "Having someone here makes me feel better."

As she mixed a drink for the both of them, she found that she was glancing at Bob again and again. He was rather good looking, she decided. She had seen him wandering around the neighborhood from time to time, but that was when things between her and Owen were still pretty good, and she wasn't interested in anything but making her marriage work. Now that a little reality had been infused into her life, she realized that she had been practically hiding from other people. She had never been anything like that in college, but she hadn't started thinking about it until just now.

"So tell me," she said as she handed him a drink and took a seat across from the couch, liking the way his totally masculine form remained casual and exciting at the same time. "What do you do for a living? I imagine it's something that makes you rather well off."

"Ooo… I work with computers. I supply the banks in the city with the programs they use. It's a job, and while it's not as exciting as… say… stunt-driving, I like the work. I get to meet people, and I do some traveling around the country. All business, of course."

He smiled and winked at Rita, letting her know that he, like so many other people, did a little cheating on his travel account.

"Tina goes with you on those trips?"

"When I can get away with bringing her… which is most of the time, I should add. She likes to travel and meet new people as much as I do."

"I'm afraid I don't get to go very many places," Rita told him a confidential tone. "Owen has a good job. He's an insurance adjuster, by the way, and he provides me with a good many things. Traveling though…"

"That's too bad," Bob said, seeing an opening. "A lovely woman like you should be shown around the country as much as possible, though I can't say I blame Owen all that much for keeping you hidden."

Rita blushed when she heard that. He was the first man to tell her something like that since she had married Owen, and while she was used to getting compliments like that in college, she was a little rusty on receiving them.

"I'm serious, Rita. You're a very attractive woman. And quite lively too. Is it that you don't like to travel?"

"Ooohhh… no… it's nothing like that," she said. "No, Owen and I like a rather sedate life."

"Really now," Bob said, raising his eye brow as though he didn't believe her. "Now, let me get this straight. If I'm not mistaken, Owen is doing some work in the high school."

Rita nodded.

"And he makes enough money for the two of you to take off from time to time?"

Again the lovely wife nodded.

"Owen Temple," he said thoughtfully, taking a drink and looking at the ceiling. "He was quite a boy in college. Lust for life and all that. I can't believe that he would just want to pack it all in now. And you, Rita, I sense something about you that makes you want to live… and live hard."

Rita had been looking at him all the while he had been talking, but now she lowered her head and bit on her lower lip. He was getting just a little too personal, but there was no denying that he was bringing out thoughts she had tried to suppress. With the pressure of non-college life Owen had been under recently, she had been toying with the idea of another vacation. She would have brought it up, if Owen hadn't stormed out of the house like he had. And she knew that she could use getting out more than she did.

"Well… I was a cheerleader in college," she said, lifting her head and looking at Bob again. His face carried a friendly expression… friendly and compassionate.

"Tears of a clown and all that?"

"What?" she asked, smiling.

"You know. You make other people happy, but no one makes you happy, since you never look sad."

"Ohhh… well, Owen has managed to… to…"

She stopped, not really knowing where to go with that thought. She was going to say that Owen was making her happy, but that wasn't really the truth. The memory of Owen made her feel good, but what she had with her husband now was not what she had thought it would be when she first married him.

"Come on… open up to me," Bob said, leaning forward. "I don't know what you've heard about the suburbs, but we out here have all learned that people are people. We're all in the same boat, and I hate to see someone with a zest for life sort of cast adrift."

Rita took a deep breath, wondering if she could really trust this near stranger. There was nothing threatening about him in the slightest, but she hardly knew him. "Things with Owen were really great for a while," she said evasively, "but when the honeymoon ended… well, I guess that sounds like an old cliche…"

"Not at all," Bob said, taking his eyes away from her face and resting them on her covered breasts, sensing that he was getting close to the kill. He had to play his cards carefully now, listen for little things and pick up on them right away. "Like I said… Tina and I have our problems, just like everyone else. We talk about them, both with each other, and with other people. Things happen, we talk about them and clear them up. Things are better for a while, and then something else happens. Life is far from perfect."

"I don't think Owen has come to that conclusion," Rita said softly. "There are times when he thinks he's still in college, and doesn't have to worry about anything but his image."

"Ooohhh… have you talked to him about that?"

"I tried… sort of… tonight. That's what the fight was about. I told him that… that he wasn't making me… well… you know…"

"He wasn't making you happy in bed?"

Rita looked long at him before saying anything. She didn't like having her private life exposed like this, but at least Bob seemed to care where her husband didn't.

"Yes," she sighed. "I tried to tell him, but he just couldn't believe anything could be wrong with him. He called me names and said that it was all my fault."

"Really? How long has this been happening?"

"Some six months," Rita said before she had a chance to think.

Bob whistled, seeing that his work would be a lot easier, knowing that little bit of information. He gathered that Rita knew what fun fucking could be. If it hadn't been fun for her in so long, she would really be hot for a nice, thick cock. He smiled as he thought of Tina and Owen, wondering if Owen would be able to please her. She was pretty demanding when it came to fucking, and if superjock couldn't make his own wife happy…

But that was Tina's problem.

Letting her problems out like this brought about a wave of frustration and disappointment flowing through Rita's mind. She had kept so many things bottled up inside her for so long that her emotions broke like water through a leaky dam that threatened to crumble.

"He refused to believe me when I told him that he hadn't satisfied me in months," she said, trying, though not very hard to hold back her tears. "He told me that he had more experience than I did, and that he knew how good he was and that I was frigid and…"

She broke down at that point, dropping her head and crying into her hands as her glass fell to the floor. If there was ever a woman ripe for comfort, Bob thought, it was Rita right now. Bob lowered his drink to the floor and went over to her. He moved to one side and brought his arm around her softly rounded shoulders, knowing that he was almost home now.

In anticipation and eagerness, he could feel his cock swelling painfully in his pants. He knew that a good fucking would do Rita a world of good, and he was going to be the one to give it to her.

Using his powerful body for support, Rita leaned against him over the arm of her chair, resting her head on his shoulder. Bob gave her a little squeeze.

"Go ahead… let it all out," he soothed. "You deserve to be happy, Rita. If Owen can't see that, then I don't know about him."

Rita wanted to tell him that Owen did make her happy… that he was a good husband and a good provider, and could be a good lover when he wanted to be.

But the words wouldn't come out. After what had happened earlier in the evening, she wasn't so sure that Owen was a good husband. Certainly no good husband would have done to her what Owen had.

Bob lowered his arm just a little, enough so that his opening and closing fingers were mere inches away from the soft swelling of her breasts. Even though she was crying, he could see through the thickness of her sweater that her breasts were swelling. She might not know it yet, but she was getting aroused. Again his ballooned cock spasmed. Just a little more now, and she would be like melted butter in his hands.

Rita felt, for the first time in a long time, safe and secure in her life. She didn't see anything wrong with Bob holding her like this. He was so strong and understanding… the way Owen had been when they were first married. She cried for a long time, hardly noticing that his hand was opening and closing very close to her breast. All she knew was that she was feeling the way she had when she had been on her honeymoon.

And then she was aware of a slight wetness emanating from her frustrated vaginal lips… a warmth that began to soak the crotchband of her panties and make them tight against her cuntal orifice. She stopped her crying, but she did not pull away from Bob, who was still opening and closing his hand around her lower shoulder. She began to feel good… very good.

She knew what she was thinking, and she knew that it went against everything she had been taught… everything she believed in.

She was thinking of having this near stranger fuck her! That would really show Owen. After all the things he had said to her earlier, she could get back at him by having her neighbor do what Owen had been failing to do.

That would really show him that he wasn't God's gift to humanity, as he had thought all his life.

Then she stiffened her body!

How could she be thinking something like that? Certainly the solution to her problems with Owen wouldn't be solved by having another man make love to her. That could only make things worse.

But her cunt had been so eager… and so disappointed for so long.

But having a man who wasn't her husband make love to her was so wrong. And besides… Bob was married… and…

She couldn't think. Everything was so complicated for her that she couldn't organize her thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at him to… to…

She wanted him to move away from her. Her mind was a seething conflicting mass of ideas and concepts… thoughts that would not gell. Even as she looked into his eyes, his light brown eyes, she could feel herself weakening, falling under the demands her body had been making all her life… demands that were not being met by her husband. God! Bob was so comforting, so understanding. His arm around her shoulder felt so good… Owen never held her like this anymore.

Bob's mind raced with only one thought. He didn't know what was running through her mind, but if she had ever looked ready to be kissed, now was the time. Her pale blue eyes had a worried look, but that didn't matter to Bob as he moved his face against hers, pressing his lips tightly to her in a hot wet kiss that sent shivers of desire and fear searing through the hungry young wife's body. For a long moment, she didn't know what to do. Was this just a friendly kiss? she wondered. Just something that he hoped would make her feel better? She thought it might be just that, but she rapidly changed her opinion when his moist, rigid tongue began thrusting against her lips.

Rita's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but her body was making its wishes known to her with every pound of her excited heart. She could feel her vaginal lips becoming flushed and wet, and her panties moved across her cunt with each little motion she made. As Bob knelt down and continued to press his tongue against her mouth, Rita could feel herself weakening… weakening… her body responding to those feelings and sensations Owen only thought he was bringing her.

And then her frustration broke like a mighty thunder storm. She couldn't help herself. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, and in the back of her mind was the thought that at any moment, Owen could come home and catch her. In a way, she hoped that he would. That would take the wind out of his sails. He would see with his own eyes that she was hardly frigid.

Far from it, in fact. He would see her locked tightly in the arms of another man… a man she hardly even knew, but a man who could bring her the delight Owen was failing to give her. It was a drastic move, she knew… the most drastic thing she had ever done in her life. She hadn't realized how desperate she had become, but there was no use in fighting it now. As she had with her fingers earlier in the day, she allowed her body to take control, and she groaned as she responded to the incessant tongue pressing against her. She opened her mouth and began to lash her tongue back into Bob's mouth, at the same time pulling her body off the chair so that he could better hold her. Hundreds of thoughts ran through her mind… thoughts that told her she was doing the wrong thing… that she wouldn't be doing this with anyone who was not her husband… that Bob was a married man…

She ignored them. With the mere touch of his lips and tongue against hers, he was releasing her pent-up arousal, and she was not going to be denied this time!

The young wife's eager reaction was all Bob needed. As they continued kissing with their mouths locked tightly, wetly together, Bob felt his cock spasm again and again, increasing his eagerness and reminding him that there was a lot more to do than merely kiss this lovely blonde woman. He reached up behind her and under her sweater, delighting when he found her flesh there instead of another garment. He ran his hands up and down against the skin of her back, lifting her sweater higher and higher over her upper torso, his lightly stroking fingers getting closer and closer to the tender sensitive flesh of her breasts as he brought his hands around to the doubled plane of her belly.

Then he slipped her sweater up over her unresisting arms and dropped it to the floor. Her fully rounded resilient breasts now pressed against his chest, and even through the cloth of his shirt, their hot pink nipples felt like points of fire. Bob groaned from the lusty sensations crawling through his loins and lowered one hand to the waist band of her slacks, trying to draw them down over her hips. He wanted to get her naked as soon as possible. If there was any resistance left in her, it would vanish as soon as her clothes were off.

But there was no resistance. In fact, Rita was fast becoming as eager to have Bob fuck her as he was to do it. The sensation of his lips against hers had been like a match thrown into a pile of gas-soaked newspaper, and with each passing moment, the fire in her loins was growing more and more intense. She pulled away from him just enough so that she could remove her slacks herself, the total sordidness of the whole affair making her more eager to go through with it. She had never thought of cheating on her husband in her life, but that was the only thought on her mind now.

Bob watched wide-eyed as the lovely young blonde woman slithered out of her slacks, so eager to get naked that she pulled her slacks and panties down over the soft, generous firmness of her hips with one rapid tug. She kicked her shoes off and moved her garments over her ankles, tossing them across the room.

Bob gave a low, throaty chuckle, seeing that words were not necessary. From the little Rita had told him of her problem with Owen, he knew she would be eager, but he had not thought she would be this anxious! Shit… the only other woman he knew who acted as thought she couldn't wait to get a cock up into her cunt was his wife. He stared transfixed at her salacious nakedness, delighting in the way she looked as she knelt on her knees, her full, enticing breasts falling delightfully in front of her… her folded belly puckered at her navel with the fleshy indentation of the belly button…

And the glistening inverted golden vee of her cuntal triangle, nestled between her tightly pressed thighs like a vein of precious metal begging to be exploited.

He reached out and took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the already distended knobs, bringing up moans of suppressed desire from the young blonde's lushly upturned mouth. As she knelt, she ground her trim hips and buttocks in the heels of her feet, the last vestige of resistance leaving her as she felt her pussy chamber become more and more wet with a fiery river of lubrication brought on by Bob's fondling with her nipples.

You deserve this, Owen, she thought, remembering the icy coldness with which he had treated her earlier… and the way he had stormed out of the house. You deserve to have another man fucking me… making me happy when you won't even bother to take the time or effort.

She lowered her eyes from Bob's face to his groin, seeing that his cock was straining to be released from its cloth prison. Breathing deeply, she reached out and touched it, feeling its searing heat penetrate through his pants and nearly burn the tender skin of her palm. She massaged it through his pants then, at first lightly, and then with increasing force as her own mounting passion began to spiral through her entire body. Bob opened his hands and began kneading the dough-like flesh of her sensuously shimmering globes, and her breathing become more ragged as she strained her back, pressing her breasts tighter against his hands, reveling in the contact.

The massaging of his cock through his pants let Bob know that everything was working properly now. He had to get as naked as she was. Jesus… there was no point in keeping his clothes on any longer.

He wrenched his body away from her and opened his shirt, slipping it from his chest in near-record time. Rita stared at his hard-plated chest, washed with a light brown shadow of hair. Owen had a football player's body, and she would have thought that no one could have had such a build. Then, as Bob pulled down his pants, the blonde's blue eyes opened wide with increasing excitement as she saw his fully expanded penis spring to life, its throbbing hardness glistening at the tip with tiny drops of clear seminal fluid.

Rita had only seen one cock in her life… her husband's… and she would have thought that they were all the same. She could see now that she was wrong. Bob's penis was huge… a long, thick, heavily veined shaft that was nearly purple with the heat of his passion. For a moment, Rita was certain that it would never fit in her cunt, and she stared at it as though it hypnotized her.

Bob moved up against her again, the searing tip of his hardened cock pressing into the soft, warm folds of her belly as she twisted her pelvis hard forward, driving him almost crazy now with the need to fuck up into her hot little pussy.

"Lie down, Rita," he said in a soothing, though commanding voice. "Lie down on the floor. I'm going to fuck you!"

With his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back, rolling over on top of her petite naked form already writhing beneath him. He reached down for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands, cupping and squeezing them. He pressed his hotly throbbing penis up into the narrow valley of the young blonde's churning loins, and he could feel the heat of her naked exposed pussy reaching up for the demandingly probing tip of his rigidity.

Rita's mind was awash with lust and passion now. The utter wantonness of her actions… fucking a man who was not her husband, made her all the more anxious, and she felt Bob probing with the bulbous tip of his cock for the narrow mouth of her wetly heated cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. She could feel her excitement increasing more and more, and then, finally, like a hot mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made its first maddening contact with his cock.

Slowly they began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening the penetration of his blood-engorged rod in the slippery wet sheath of her cunt.

"Oooooohhhhh… GOD! Ooooohhhhh…" Rita moaned up into his open mouth, knowing that she was going to get the fucking she had been denied for so long, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the hard thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly waiting vagina. Bob's swollen cock felt much thicker than her husband's, and she felt as though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. This is what she had wanted right from her wedding night… and it was what she had been denied. His pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls clasping around the hardened cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it bumped against her cervix that she thought she would cry with tears of sheer joy.

The young blonde's handsome neighbor began a thrusting, rhythmical motion, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, Bob had been pulling her up to meet him in quick jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself in her up to the hilt.

Rita couldn't believe that she was actually going through with this, but she was too aroused to think about it now. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she sensed that she would regret that she had surrendered to the insistent demands of her body, but any regret she might feel would have to come later. She was going to prove to Bob and herself that she was not frigid… that she could please a man… that what was wrong with her marriage was not her fault. Slowly, she began a gentle massaging motion with her moist, hot cunt around the thick hilt of Bob's impaling sword of flesh. He ground his pelvis into her squirming flaccid saddle as she strained up to meet him, arching her back so that she lifted both their bodies up off the floor. Her thighs trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing her thighs around her hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board in a way she had done with only one other man in her life. Gradually, her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a savage bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in and out motion up between her quivering thighs.

Bob could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. Again and again he fucked into the warm steaming wetness of her hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated balls slapping each time against her roundly working buttocks below.

The previously faithful young wife suddenly threw all caution to the winds, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that her new lover's lust-peaking thrusting motions gave her orgasm-starved body. The broad-shouldered computer operator raised himself up on his hands now spread on the floor beside her shoulders, his brown eyes appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled lust on her face. Although his identity was slightly blurred to Rita by waves of insatiable desire clouding her eyes, somewhere inside, she was aware that this man stroking into her hot moist vagina was not her husband, and the clandestine knowledge of the situation made her become inexplicably more excited. The abandoned young wife's mouth hung slackly open to the side as she groaned out loud in her living room. Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaped from between her lips with each smooth fuck of Bob's hard-pistoning penis, her golden blonde hair scattered about on the carpet as she wildly writhed beneath him.

Bob let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Rita's soft, swan-like neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of her wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up for him to devour, and then he looked on down past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.

As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed legs, he could see his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back again into the upthrusting mound up between her open thighs. The blonde beauty was pushing up to meet his fucking thrusts as if she were unable to wait a split second for his next plunge into her moist hot cunt. Each time he drove it home to the hilt, the well-built young man held it there an instant, savoring the delicious sensations as she shuddered on his deeply impaling shaft of flesh, her loins jerking in tiny quick rotations that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode at any moment. Again and again the blonde wrenched her pelvis downward as the strong muscular man began to pull out, her warm moist pussy sucking at his thick throbbing shaft like a wild animal in heat.

Jesus! What a fucker! Bob thought. Owen is really something of an asshole if he's ignoring her.

Bob's thoughts were scattered as the abandoned female heaved wildly beneath him like a demon. Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers again, Bob reached up under Rita's crazily jerking loins to grasp her buttocks. As he drove his swollen penis rhythmically into the steaming hot wetness of her cunt, with his fingers he spread the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her unprotected anus. Teasingly, he passed over the tiny puckering nether mouth with his fingertip, sending her loins into new spasms of activity from the sudden unexpected contact.

Owen had never done anything like this to her, and she gasped at the increasing sensations whipping through her body. She spread her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her ravenous pussy, pitching crazily under Bob's body.

Bob Reed sensed that this young wife would soon be reaching her climax. The way this wild young thing under him was responding to his long hard hammering fucks, she must be really hungry for satisfying sex. And he knew that she was going to make a fine addition to his little group.

Eagerly, Rita opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in wild unison with his relentlessly spearing strokes into her all-consuming vagina. Into his ear she warbled meaningless cries as though she had no control over her voice, now that she was coming closer and closer to the delirious moment of fulfillment she had not had in such a long time.

Suddenly, the sex-delirious young woman pulled her knees up under his chest as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in desperate urging to his deeply fucking cock-strokes, and then she found her voice again.

"Oooooohhhhhh… fuck it… fuck it hard… HARD!" she chanted, mumbling words she had not even used with her husband in her most passionate moments, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned, as though she were in pain, and pulled her thighs up higher, pressing her full-mounded breasts back flat against her chest.

"I'm cumming!" the young blonde wife exclaimed, as though she couldn't believe it was possible, her mouth wide open in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming!" she repeated, the words sounding strangely foreign on her lips. It had been so long since she had said them.

The whole of her widely stretched pink pussy was presented up to her lust-crazed neighbor to use as he wished, her ankles now locked high over his shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls. Rita could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of Bob's slowly driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in wild uninhibited throes of her orgasm. Her words had once again become incoherent, unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing eyes glazing as if in wonder at the shadowy reaches of her ceiling.

Shit… look at this little cunt go! Bob marveled as he grinned down at the young wife racing out of control into a wild final climax. He gritted his teeth and then clenched his buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming himself, slaving and sweating over her harder than he would have with any other woman. This time it would be worth it to wait for his partner's orgasm. After the frustration she had been through, she would be grateful to him for completely satisfying her, and she would want him to fuck her whenever or wherever the chance arose.

"I'm cccccuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggg!!!" Rita suddenly cried out again, the words urging him to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching at his tingling cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to him with all the strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering against his body, the hotly clasping inner walls of her pussy flooding warm orgasmic moistness out around his buried hardness for what seemed like an eternity.

The young blonde held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto the carpet of her living room floor. She lay still and unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing around his cock lodged deeply up inside her satisfied little belly.

Bob let her rest a moment beneath him, even though it was all he could do to keep from going on fucking into her wetly clinging cunt. Jesus! He'd never seen anything like it! Owen was really blowing this little bit of his life. Appreciatively, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep in her tight-clutching vagina, hoping to bring her to life again, and at the same time reached back under the young woman's still softly quivering buttocks to knead the resilient flesh like ripe luscious fruits.

The physically exhausted blonde wife felt the uneasy stirring of her conscience as she gradually returned to her senses. But the realization that she had been too love-hungry to resist this handsome virile young neighbor allowed her an excuse for cheating on her husband, and the thought that she was getting revenge for the way Owen had treated her earlier in the evening re-enforced her feelings. It was Owen's fault, she reminded herself, and if he was too childish to realize it, then he deserved what happened.

At that moment, she felt Bob Reed's finger wetting itself with the fluids seeping from her cunt and she felt it move up and down the narrow crevice between her buttocks, searching for her tight little anal opening. Finding his goal, her strongly built lover shoved hard against the puckered rubbery ring until it gave before his insistent pressure.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh… Ooooooohhhhhh…" The pain was incredible, but it was mixed with a strange sensation of pleasure as well. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but as she tried to make up her mind, Bob rammed his finger up into her anus and again started to slip his painfully expanded cock slowly in and out of her cum-drenched cunt. She had no time to think of the pain incurred. The pleasure she was receiving was once again overwhelming her, blotting out everything from her mind but the wildly blissful sensations of another approaching orgasm. She gradually adjusted to the invasion of her tight little rectum, and now she began rocking back and forth beneath Bob. Soon they were fucking together in complete abandoned unison once again, Rita moaning out low as she sensed the surprising ripples of another orgasm building deep in her loins. She had never felt so completely filled in her life. Even her honeymoon had not been like this. The sensations spreading through her body were driving her wild.

"Ooooooohhhhhh… God!Oh, my God!!" she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice filling her entire house. "I'm cumming again. Don't stop!!! I'm cccccuuuuummmmmiiiiiinnnggg!!!"

This time Bob could not hold back. His wildly jerking cock hotly expanded inside her moistly pulsing cunt, the machine gun-like spurts beginning deep down in his aching balls at long last. His hot cum spewed up into her wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust in the jungle.

"That's it, baby," he grunted down at her. "Fuck that cunt of yours up onto my cock. Fuck me back, baby! I'm cumming too!!"

"Oh yes… fill me… fill me with your cum. Fuck me hard," Rita gasped as she felt the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her vagina clasped hotly around its hard-driving thickness as her own lust-fired secretions once more erupted in adulterous answer and spilled out into the already drowning cavern of her wildly quivering cuntal passage.

Bob gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held himself there to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the sucking mouth of the young blonde's pussy.

"There's… my… cum… in… your… cunt!" he grunted over her, holding his exploding loins as tight as he could to her wildly gyrating pussy flesh. He could still feel her insides still gushing forth around his slowly deflating penis as she writhed greedily, anxious to suck from him all the sperm he had to offer. Shoving her ass-cheeks downward, Rita squirmed her frantically clutching anus around on his skewering middle finger until the palm of his hand was pressed flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring of flesh contracting around him.

Then it was all over for her. It had seemed endless, but she gave one last groan and trembled under him as she let herself collapsed to the floor. Her long tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she lay spread-eagled on the rug beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation.

Bob lay still for a moment, savoring the total depletion he felt in his loins. The tender young blonde's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around his now limp penis, and then as he slowly pulled himself away from her until it slipped uselessly out of her widely stretched cuntal opening, he pulled his middle finger out from between her silken asscheeks with a slight popping noise. As he rose to his knees above Rita's seemingly unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled golden hair around the sweetly pink lips of her pussy, glistening in the lights of the room. The smooth white flesh of her splayed out inner thighs was sticky with the mingled wetness of their fucking, cum dripping in tiny white rivulets down the crevice of her buttocks.

For a long time the love spent couple said nothing, each lost in their own thoughts. Bob was certain that if he could get Rita into the wife-swapping club of the neighborhood, she would make the greatest addition since Tina. And it wouldn't take all that much work to get her into the club, either, not now. She would more than likely do anything he wanted her to, now that he had brought her the happiness that her own husband had been failing to for so long.

Rita couldn't come to grips with her thoughts. On one hand, there had been nothing in her whole life as pleasurable as the sucking she had just received, and she mentally smiled as she thought of how it was a fitting revenge to Owen for the way he had treated her.

But there was her conscience still bothering her. This was the first time she had ever allowed a man who was not her husband to fuck her, and she was pretty certain that Bob did not know that. He probably thought she was very experienced in love making, but if there was anything she could see about her life now, it was that she had been pinning her hopes on only one man, and that was not a good thing.

But she was married, she reminded herself. As good as Bob's fucking had been, she could not allow it to happen again. Something like cheating on her husband wouldn't solve the problems she had with her marriage. There had to be a better way. Now that she had become totally satiated, maybe she would be able to think of one.

She opened her eyes and looked at Bob looking down at her. She couldn't think of anything to say. She wanted him to stay, and she wanted him to leave at the same time.

"Uuuuhhh… Owen might be coming home pretty soon," she said without the slightest emotion.

"I was thinking the same thing," he told her. "I think I'd better be going." Then he gave her a little wink. "I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other," he said, reaching for his clothes and dressing. Even as she lay on the floor in total nakedness, he was wondering how Tina was doing with Owen. He had to smile. What would this nice little cunt think if she knew that her husband wasn't out running the streets as she thought he was. Even though she had just committed adultery, she would probably be totally pissed at him for the fact that he was fucking another woman.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked as she raised her head and looked at him dressing.

"I'll be talking to you later," he winked, evading her question. "Don't forget the party I mentioned."

He walked out of the house, leaving the pleasantly fucked young wife alone with her conflicting thoughts. It hadn't seemed all that strange to her that Owen hadn't come home yet, but as she looked around the room, seeing her clothes scattered here and there, a twinge of guilt hit her. She decided that she had better clean things up fast before he did come home.

She was surprised that she had no remorse over what she had just done, just as she had no ecstatic feelings about it either. She could see that her life was going to be a little more complicated, and she did feel a little guilty, but mostly her feelings were gray, rather than either black or white, and she wondered how she would be able to relate to Bob, rather then how she would relate to Owen…

CHAPTER FOUR

An hour or so before Bob Reed left Rita's home, Tina and Owen entered the lovely dark-haired woman's home. Since she knew what she was looking for, Tina saw her husband stepping inside just as she was leading Owen's slightly wavering car down the dark, icy street. She had to smile to herself, thinking that, as usual, her timing and that of her husband's was perfect.

Owen parked his car in the street and walked quickly against the blast of cold air that threatened to bring more snow.

"Come on, coach," she called in a giddy tone, holding the door open for him, "let's not keep the head of the house waiting. I'm certain he's anxious to meet you."

She noticed that Bob had locked the door, a little signal that he expected to be gone for some time. As Owen walked past her into her home, she kept up her act that she had brought him home as much to see her husband as anything else.

"Youuhuuu… Bob!" she called through the empty home. "We have a guest!" Then she turned to Owen. "He's probably upstairs or something, taking a bath maybe."

"No, I don't think so," Owen commented, seeing the note Bob had written. "According to this, he's pretty angry with you."

"Hummmm… let me see that," she said, taking the paper from his hands. She read his words, telling her that he was very angry with her and had decided that he would go for a long extended walk… and that he didn't know when he would be home. She knew exactly what he was telling her… that he would be over at Rita's house until he finished fucking her, and that he would give her a little signal when he was through there. The whole thing appealed to Tina's sense of romantic interlude, and she wadded up the note and tossed into a waste basket.

"That's what I think of his playing around," she said, walking to where she and her husband keep their liquor. "If he thinks he's going to make me feel guilty, he's got another thing coming."

"Maybe I should just leave," Owen said sheepishly.

"Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort," Tina demanded. "Who knows? Maybe he'll come back. It's pretty cold out there."

Owen shrugged his shoulders, slipped out of his heavy coat and took a seat on the couch.

"What would you like to drink?" Tina asked him.

"Oh, I don't think I should have any more to… oh, what the hell? How about a Scotch? On the rocks this time."

"You got it love," Tina said, making his drink, and then making another martini for herself. As she moved around the liquor cabinet, Owen continued to stare at her ripe, voluptuous body, at her thick black hair that touched lightly at the out-thrusting mounds of her blouse-covered breasts. He hadn't noticed it in the bar before, but the cotton garment was pretty sheer… almost transparent in fact, and he could see that her flesh underneath was smooth and as cream white as her hair was dark. Then, too, there was the faintest hint, just a hint, of coral lipstick on her lush lips, and as she walked, she continued to sway her hips in a more than casual, less than provocative manner… enough to make Owen's cock begin spasming again. There was no doubt about it… she was one hell of an attractive woman… easily as attractive as Rita.

"Shall we drink to friendship?" she asked in a low, throaty voice as she handed him his drink and took a seat next to him on the couch, just close enough to him so he could get a good view of her firm, hard breasts, nearly visible through the sheer cloth of her blouse.

"To friendship it is," Owen said in a happy tone as he smiled at her. The drinking he had done a little earlier was still affecting him, and he knew that this additional liquor would more than likely make him even drunker, but at that point, he really didn't care.

"So tell me… what do you think of our little community here?" Tina asked him, resting her arm on the back of the couch and twisting her body so that Owen had a full front view of her. She tucked one leg up under her firm, hard buttocks, and for all the world looked almost casual… almost, but not quite.

"I think it's nice," Owen answered, "though I have to admit, I haven't seen very much of it."

"Well, now, you'll have to do something about that. There wouldn't be as many people here as there are if it weren't something of an exciting place to live."

"I'm afraid I haven't met that many people that live out here, either," Owen said, feeling a little guilty about it.

"Is that so? Well, I think I can do something about that. Like I said, Bob and I love to entertain, and we're giving a little party here next week. We would love to have you and Rita attend."

Tina sure as hell wasn't going to tell him just what kind of a party they were throwing… not yet at any rate. She could see that Owen was something of a straight and narrow man, and she didn't know how he would react to the idea of wife swapping. Maybe in a little while. First she was going to find out what kind of a cock he had… and how he used it. She couldn't believe that Owen was failing to satisfy Rita… not with a hard-muscled body like he had. She dropped her eyes to his loins and delighted in the massive bulge of his cock in his crotch, and then she smiled as she thought of Bob trying to make it with Rita. Maybe she really was frigid. That really would be a laugh!

"Let me freshen up that drink a little," she said quickly, taking his glass from him. She didn't want to get him too drunk, but she wanted him a little looser than he was.

Owen started to protest. He knew that sooner or later he would have to be getting back to his wife. Even though he still believed that what ever was the matter was her fault and not his, staying away from her wasn't going to do any good. He really did want to talk about it, and if he continued drinking, he wouldn't be able to.

But Tina looked so damned sensual… the way she moves and talks and just presents herself. Damn, but she was one really desirable piece of ass. If he could just be unmarried for one night, he'd fuck the living shit out of her, and then tell Rita all about it. She was wearing her clothes so tight that he had no trouble at all picturing her naked in his mind, her dark cuntal triangle begging for his hand… her seething vaginal slit begging for his cock…

Owen felt a flush start out of his collar as Tina returned to the couch with his freshened drink. He had to stop thinking like this. Despite the spat he had had with Rita, he had to remember that he was married. Managing to get his thoughts under control, the young ex-football player turned to the brazen dark-haired woman, wondering what he could say to her. The Scotch was making him feel warm and more relaxed as he sipped on it.

"How long have you and Bob been married?" he asked, both to make conversation, and to remind the two of them that she was married, and therefore unable to do certain things. He noticed that she was looking at him pretty much the same way he was looking at her… obvious desire in her eyes.

"About two years," she said, leaning just a little closer to him. "Like I say, we have our ups and downs. I wouldn't worry too much about what happened between you and Rita all that much. Tell me… do you really think she's frigid?"

Owen took a long pull on his drink, trying to formulate an answer in his mind. "That's sort of hard to say. When we were on our honeymoon, she was one hot little bitch."

He stopped as his eyes noticed that she had opened her thighs just a little, causing her tight jeans to press even tighter against her cunt. The material of her jeans followed the crack of her pussy, indenting all along her vaginal slit. The light of the room went through the sheer cotton blouse, revealing even more of her bosom, the darker aureoles of her breasts contrasting sharply with the cream-whiteness of the globes. He thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples, and a flush came to his collar again. He knew he had to stop thinking like this, but he couldn't take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His penis began spasming in his pants again. Once… twice, letting him know that he was losing control over his body. And remembering what Rita had told him was making him more anxious than ever to prove her wrong. He tried to settle himself down by taking another long pull of his drink.

Internally, Tina was a seething froth of excitement and impending triumph. She could see that he was slowly but surely breaking down. Thus far, it seemed to her that the only thing that was standing between her cunt and his visibly swelling cock was a marriage license, and she believed that it was little more than a piece of paper… hardly a strong defense against anything. She could feel the initial warm seepings of excitement begin to flow down between her legs as she thought of what would be taking place in just a little while. Oooooo… she was going to take his cock for a ride that he would never forget.

"You were telling me that Rita was a virgin when you married her?" she said to keep the conversation going along the lines she wanted.

Owen tried to remember if he had told her something like that, but he decided that it didn't make any difference, really.

"That's right. She was."

"I should think that a man with all your experience would want to marry a woman who had at least some experience herself," she commented, glancing at the front of his pants from beneath lowered lids. She was certain she could see his cock pulsing there now, pushing his trouser material out briefly as it jumped spasmodically from time to time. Her cuntal juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation. Things were working out just fine, though they weren't going fast enough to suit her.

Owen was getting more flushed with her demanding conversation.

"To be quite honest," he told her, "Now that I think about it, it might have been better if I'd married a woman with some knowledge of what sex was all about. I had to teach her everything, and I don't think she made a very good student."

"I'll bet you were one hell of a teacher," she said in a low, sultry voice.

Owen looked at her eyes for a moment, sensing that she was coming on to him stronger than ever now, as though she wanted him to make a first move. That was something he couldn't do, despite her alluring, blood-heating nearness. Damn… he began wishing that he hadn't had so much to drink, while at the same time wishing that he weren't married to Rita or anyone else. If he were back in college with Tina, he would have had her clothes off and his cock in her cunt by now.

Damn! He had to stop thinking like that. There was nothing to be gained with thoughts of that kind except more frustration than Rita had already given him.

The confused ex-football player drank again from his glass. He felt a warm relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. When he had been in training in college, he had not done very much drinking at all, and even though he did drink now, his body still wasn't all that used to it. The drinks were having a heightening effect on his bloodstream, while at the same time dulling his mind, so that the pounding of his heart seemed twice as loud. He kept staring at the sultry smiling face of Tina Reed, at the kind of miasma of total sex she exuded, the full rich softness of her firm, high breasts. Damn! Getting his hands on those tits of hers would be sheer heaven. He'd like to take each nipple in his mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue. That would show Rita that he didn't have any problems.

Owen felt his cock jerk into sudden rigidity with that thought, as though it were alive, trying to break out of its cloth prison. He took a deep breath and finished his drink, trying to will his penis into limpness again. He had to stop thinking about fucking Tina. That was all there was to it. His cock acted as though it had a mind of its own, and remained achingly, throbbingly erect and blood-swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Tina's face.

She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants!

And she was smiling!!

"Well, now… that's really interesting," she said in a chipper voice.

"Uhhh… what is?"

"Your erection," she said in a voice that was both casual and arousing at the same time. "That huge erection of yours."

His breath quickened at her blatantcy, and he bit on his lower lip.

"I think it would be a shame to waste a huge hard-on like that," she said, smiling and looking at him as she sipped on her drink. "I know I would hate to see it go to waste, and with Rita mad at you, you'll just have to do something else with it than fuck her. Right?"

"I… I… I," he stuttered.

"What would you say to putting it in my cunt for a change. How would you like to fill my tight little pussy with that huge hardness. You could fuck it between my legs and fill my pussy with your cum. Doesn't that sound like a lot of fun?"

"Oh God!" Owen gasped. His cock was palpitating wildly now, and his brain was reeling. Shit, he knew she had been coming on to him, but this was more than a simple come-on. She was mentally raping him, even though she knew he was warned… Hell, even though she was married herself. His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering sperm. He needed a release, and with Rita thinking about him the way she was, he knew he wouldn't be getting it with her. But he couldn't just fuck another man's wife… could he?

The dark-haired young woman leaned closer to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek, threatening to melt his flesh there. She touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn through the cloth. "Well, love. Wouldn't you like to show me what you can do with that penis of yours? Especially now that it's hard and hot and all?"

"Tina… please… look… I'm married… and…"

"I'm married too," she retorted, knowing that he would more than likely try to fall back on that excuse. "Rita doesn't appreciate you… Bob doesn't appreciate me. I say we get back at them."

Owen opened and closed his mouth again and again, trying to think of something to say. He had been thinking exactly that thought himself, but he never thought he would have the opportunity to go through with it. Now that it did, the reality of the situation was getting too much for him to handle.

"My cunt's on fire right this minute, love," Tina purred. "The only thing it wants is a big, hard throbbing penis, flooding the fires with cum and sperm I can see that you have a big cock, Owen…"

As she spoke, she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-covered penis.

Owen almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock of her touch on his super-sensitive cock. A number of women in college had been this forward, but that was in another time… in another place, when he didn't have a marriage license preventing him from doing what he really wanted.

He was held frozen as Tina stroked his penis lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her breasts pressed softly, hotly, against his arm as she moved still closer to him. Her lips found his jaw and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a path of fire over his shin as her hand continued to run his greatly swollen penis.

"Tina… I… please… for God's sake… what about Bob?"

"You want to fuck me," she said, ignoring his plea. "You know you want to fuck me. And I want you to. What more do you need?"

Her voice was like that of a hypnotist's, and Owen could feel his resistance disappearing quickly with each pass her hand made along the hardened shaft of his excited penis.

"No… no… I… Tina… oh, fuck it. Yes, for Christ sake."

Owen couldn't help himself. The image of Rita telling him that he couldn't satisfy her had made him so pissed off at her that he wanted to prove her wrong. If she didn't want what he had to offer, why shouldn't he fuck a woman who could appreciate him?

And suddenly, his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. Tina's hand began to move faster and faster on his turgid, swollen shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling hers around and around his, darting into his mouth and then pulling out. Without even thinking twice now, Owen brought his hand up and found her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft, hot, pliant flesh momentarily, then pulling open her buttons and reaching inside the garment, exposing one naked breast with its desire-swollen nipple and dark pink aureole. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the head of his cock as she continued to massage him through his pants.

Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft, warm resilient flesh of her round firm breast and his rigidly erect cock jerking almost out of control, he remembered that her husband could come home at any moment. The vision of Bob coming home and seeing him like this struck Owen's mind like a boxer's blow.

MY GOD! What if he walked in on us while we were fucking? I can hold my own against some pretty strong guys, but a husband that catches his wife with another man can get so pissed he would act like a raving animal. I'd never be able to take someone like that. Why the fuck did she have to get me so hot?

He wrenched himself violently from Tina, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his body so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed crimson, mostly from his anger at having pent up arousal that he would not be able to release.

"What's the matter?" she asked in a teasing voice. "Could it be that Rita was right?"

He wanted to haul off and smash her when she said that, and he turned to face her angrily.

"Or could it be that you're worried about Bob coming home? I'll bet that's what it is. Well… you read the note. I don't think he'll be home for quite some time."

"No… He might come back… we can't… we shouldn't…"

"Forget about him," she whispered, almost wishing that she could tell him how she knew her husband wouldn't be in for some time. She didn't want to tip her hand though. "We have plenty of time. You want to fuck me as much as I want you to. It'll be good, Owen, so wonderful to have your cock up into my cunt, fucking together…"

"No!" he shouted, jumping up from the couch. If he were in his own home, where he had a little more control of the situation, he wouldn't have hesitated, now that his cock was throbbing painfully. But Bob could walk in at any time, and irate husband was one person he never wanted to meet. He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, and he was aware that his cock was still seeping hot wet droplets of pre-cum into his pants. He had to get out of the house. Bob could be coming back at any moment. He started to walk to where he had dropped his coat over a chair.

And from behind him, Tina's voice whispered, "Owen, lover."

He turned, determined that he was putting his foot down with her, but when he saw her, he couldn't say anything. His mouth gaped open, and his eyes felt as though they were going to leave his head with shock.

Tina had already removed her blouse, and was slithering out of her tight jeans, peeling them down over the fullness of her hips and thighs even as he stared at her. She was so eager that she had pulled her nylon panties with her jeans, and as he watched, held transfixed by his increasing lust for her, she stepped out of her clothing, kicking her jeans to one side, and then leaving her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten-like. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the pure black kinked hair of her cuntal mound glistened with the reflection of her overhead lights, tiny drops of her cuntal lubrication looking like jewels in the thickly matted jungle. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as though they had some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long slender legs were moist with the flowing juices from her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.

"You like what you see?" she asked. "Do you like what your neighbor has? You can come and take it, Owen, love."

"Jesus!" The word choked past his dry throat, and that was all. He could only stare at her, at her totally salacious, wanton pose… and his cock began its maddening pulsations again.

Slowly, deliberately, Tina lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her fingertips to her coal-black curling pubic mound, caressing herself down between her legs, her nails glistening as they blazed a path through the thick silken hair of her cuntal mound. When her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and fore finger of her right hand on either side of the soft shining lips and gently spread them apart, revealing the tiny pink bud of her clitoris to Owen's lust-ridden gaze. With her left forefinger then, she traced up her cuntal slit until her fingertip came into contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once… twice… sending more and more of her cuntal lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower and poised at the lips of her vagina, finally slipping easily up inside, buried all the way to the second knuckle. She pulled it out, then slid it in again… pulled it out, slid it in, finger-fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster her finger slid wetly, hotly in and out of her naked, tight cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations searing through her loins, Tina began to talk to Owen in that low, sensual voice she had been using ever since she talked to him earlier in the day.

"I want you to fuck me, Owen. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. You can do it, love, I know you can. You have a nice big cock, and I want it so bad. I want to feel your cock in my cunt. My fingers aren't enough, Owen… I have to have your cock…"

Owen couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hell, there had been women throwing themselves at him when he was in college, but not even the most wanton of them went this far to have his cock fucking in them. He could feel himself falling from his resolve to remain faithful to his wife, and his fear that Bob might come home and find him fucking Tina hardly seemed to matter anymore. Shit… whatever it was that he had had in college was still with him, and if Rita didn't want it, then why not give it to Tina? This finger-fucking little bitch was more than asking for it. She couldn't have been more convincing if she had pressed a gun at his head. He was going to fuck this naked cunt all right.

And boy, was he going to fuck her!

Making an almost inhuman groan in his chest, he walked over to her. He watched her middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her vagina as he approached, and her smile became totally wanton as she knew that she had triumphed. His hands went to her, pulling her finger away from her tight cunt with a loud wet sluicing sound, rubbing her body hard against his, grinding her naked hips against him as her mouth sought and then found his.

Then her hands were on his belt, feverishly pulling it open, as though she couldn't wait for him to get around to taking his own clothes off. She tossed his clothing around the room uncaringly.

Now he was as naked as she was, his thick, blood-enraged cock standing out at an acute angle from his loins, quivering, seeping seminal fluid.

"Oooooooohhhhh… Owen… it's… it's huge!" she said, hardly able to contain her shock at its massiveness. She had felt how big it was when she had been stroking it through his pants, but now that she could see it, she knew that she had underestimated its size. For a moment, she wondered if its massiveness would actually fit between her legs, and she swallowed hard in her anticipation of what it would feel like ramming all the way up into her belly, filling her to the brim with the river of sperm she was certain he could shoot into her.

"You wanted it, lover, and now you're going to get it," Owen said, feeling himself in total command. He delighted in the shocked expression on her face as she gazed at his penis. Shit, she may have teased and seduced him, but he was feeling those old sensations coming back to him… those feelings he had had when he was in college, and he was going to show this black-haired wanton what a real penis was like. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it," he said, pursing his lips, feeling a surge of strength.

The sound of his voice broke the spell the sight of his cock had put her under, and she laughed, delighted. She pulled him down to the floor, entwining her body with his. Owen didn't care about anything now except this soft, musky-smelling neighbor who was pressed tightly to him. Hell, if her husband came home right now, he wouldn't be able to stop fucking Tina. Bob would just have to wait! Dimly, he thought that he might feel something like regret that he had cheated on his wife, but after what she had told him about his not being able to please her, that was just too bad.

Owen showered hot, moist kisses over Tina's face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth cheeks of her ass, cupping her buttocks, squeezing the pliant, dough-like flesh which had looked so nice straining against her jeans. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly locked bodies, locating the searing hardness of his fully expanded penis. He gasped as the hot scorching tips of her fingers circled around his lustfully rigid cock, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled together, as though they were trying to blend into one. Tina crushed the full length of her body desperately against his and ground her pelvis hard onto him. Then she twisted suddenly, pulling him astride her, opening her legs wide, her cunt flairing, eagerly waiting.

The lust-incited young wife's hands were running wildly up and down his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the tautly clenched cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as though he were a new toy for her to play with.

Owen suspected that she still thought she had the upper hand. Well… he decided that he would put an end to that once and for ail. He pulled his body away from her, determined that he was going to make her a squirming mass of female flesh. She had tried to control him, but he knew how he would get the total upper hand. He lifted his body up off of her, despite the fact that she was trying to keep him down.

"Wha… what are you doing?" she asked, a small trace of fear in her voice. She was fully convinced that she was going to have his massive penis sawing up into her needing pussy, and to not have him now would be the cruelest torture she could think of.

Owen grunted, hardly hearing her as he took a little moment to gaze at the full softness of her breasts, his breath catching in his throat as he began to massage them, loving the way her nipples burned into his palms. He was on his knees, his legs on either side of her hips now, and he moved his body and bent down for a closer look as the thin pink ribbon of flesh running the length of her loins, separating the flushed lips of her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like spheres of her buttocks. He sucked in his breath at the lust-inciting spectacle, sensing that what he had in mind for her would really turn the both of them on. He could still feel the blood pounding through his cock, and he knew that she would take care of him, but on his terms now, and not hers. This was going to be really nice… all the nicer because it was his idea! She didn't know what she was unleashing when she turned him on, but she was going to find out all right… and fast!

He moved his hands down along the sides of her body, bringing them to the dark hair of her cunt, then, using his thumbs pressed to either side of her pouting vaginal lips, he teasingly spread the vertical crevice until its moist pinkness completely flowered open to him, and he panted lustfully at its sparkling delicacy. He felt her warm, soft inner thighs quiver against the backs of his powerful, well-controlled hands, and he heard her breath hitch deep in her throat, as though she didn't know what he was doing yet, but loved the feeling of his skilled hands on her pussy lips. Tina really didn't know what he was going to do. She had felt a bitter disappointment when he pulled his hard-muscled body off of hers, the cool air blasting at her nakedness telling her that she was not going to have his penis in her vagina. But his hands on her quivering cunt told her that she had not lost him totally… that he had something in mind, even if it wasn't what she wanted. Nevertheless, she moaned at the stimulating sensations his teasing of her naked cunt were bringing her. She had thought that she was already as aroused as she could be, but she found that she was wrong. Now that Owen was taking complete charge, she could feel an unbelievable wave of rapidly mounting desire washing through her. Tiny electric-like shocks in highly concentrated desire began to ripple along the satiny white flesh of her inner thighs, and she squirmed her full, rounded buttocks down hard on the floor, feeling that she was starting to lose her mind already, her moans of sparking passion coming from the provoking his fingers made on her pussy. They felt so much better than her own had, and she sensed an increasing of her cuntal lubrication, preparing her for…

For what?

Knowingly, expertly, Owen leaned closer to her loins, pulling her legs apart and wedging his knees between them now. Her loins were more open to his lust-controlled gaze than they had ever been, and he slithered his body down far enough so that his head could be placed a scant few inches from the tightly tangled hair of her pussy.

Then he lashed out with his tongue, slicing hotly through the softly fringing curls enshrining her tiny, erect clitoris. He grinned this time between her open pussy lips as he felt the erotic shock of his hot moist contact surge convulsively through her.

"Ooooohhhhh… aaaaahhhhh…" she moaned as she raised her head to stare down between her full, nipple-hardened breasts so that she could better watch the handsome young man licking her vagina. She had never given this action a thought, knowing that if he did something like that, she wouldn't have any control over him at all. As long as she had his penis in her cunt, she believed, she would be better able to maneuver him. But again she had underestimated his abilities. He really knew what he was doing with women, and she could feel her reason being swept up in a whirling vortex of mounting passion.

"Ooooo…" she gasped again, twitching and writhing as his hot wet lips closed over the sable curls at the base of her quaking, soft belly to suck and nibble teasingly while she watched. She saw his face disappear further down into the dampened furrow between her trembling thighs which he was raising upward now and pressing back relentlessly toward her full round breasts, while he planted sizzling kisses on the thin pink ribbon of her wet cuntal flesh, his tongue flicking with serpent-like stabs at the now palpitating opening.

Owen was beside himself with delight. Once, early in his marriage to Rita, he had tried to lick and suck at her vagina, but she had been so adamant with her protests at the action that he had finally given in to her wishes. Hell, he didn't care what she did as long as his cock was taken care of, and her nice blonde pussy did that just fine. Now that he was fucking a woman who obviously like all forms of pleasure, he was going to show her what he was like. He opened his mouth and pressed his lips tightly against her passion-flushed cuntal flanges, driving his tongue deeply into her.

Tina gasped with a shuddering, hissing sound beneath his assault. Things were not going according to the plan she's had in mind, but she didn't care about that any more. Her elbows were pressed tightly against her ribs and her head tossed from side to side in her mounting passion. She wanted to have control over him again, but he had moved so swiftly and was now acting so totally lustful that she could only surrender to the overwhelming passion consuming her.

Owen had sucked the cunts of a lot of coeds, and he knew exactly what he was doing to Tina now. His experienced lips sucked wetly, drawing the soft warm folds of her raw vaginal flesh into the cavern of his gently nibbling mouth, while his hot thick tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her flowered open pussy.

Even though Tina tried to regain control of her handsome neighbor, she could tell it was going to be useless. All of reality was melting in front of her eyes in a seething flame of wildly growing passion. She shivered as she sensed his hot breath grazing her sensitively inflamed genitals and she moaned aloud again in a gasping tempo. Again she raised her head, catching her breath as she heard him grunt lustfully, then felt the full length of his long hot tongue thrust wetly up into the clasping velvety sheath of her vagina.

"Ooooohhhhh… aaaaahhhhh…" she choked, hearing her own plea, her body responding with spasmodic lurches as his tongue slithered in and out of her moistly clutching pussy in beast-like fury. She didn't know why, but the sensations that were whipping through her body as Owen slid his thick tongue up into the seething cavern of her cunt were greater now then when Bob did the same thing to her. She would never have thought such a thing was possible, but she was he no condition to stop and think about it. She was going to enjoy every lustful second of the cunt-sucking she was getting, come hell or high water.

Owen Temple slaved hungrily, feeling the silky curls of her pubic hair brushing his cheeks with a lust-taunting delight. He was slowly stroking the heavy foreskin of his long thickly hardened cock back and forth over its blood-engorged head while he continued to spear his hot flicking tongue deeper and deeper into her searing vaginal passage. He smoothed his powerful hands up over her satin-skinned, flat belly to the resilient, desire-swollen globes of her full, warmly trembling breasts, pinching and rolling the pebble-hard nipples between his fingers, cupping and squeezing the white, yielding mounds, while his ravaging tongue performed lasciviously at the widespread crevice between her passion-trembling legs.

Loud wet sucking sounds filled the room, and her groans of budding rapture drove his rapacious tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down between the throbbing pulsing lips of her wildly palpitating cunt. Yeah… he had her now all right. There was no doubt about it. She had been teasing him all day, wanting to have his huge, aching penis up into her hungry little vagina. He could pretty much see now that she like to control the men who fucked her, and she had thought that she had found a new conquest in Owen. Well… she had another thought coming. Rita couldn't control him, and neither could Tina. Sucking and licking at her pussy was driving her wild, and she was like putty in his hands, just as he had been a little earlier in the evening, when he had watched her fingering her vagina. She had been begging for his cock a little while ago, and she would be in just a few moments again, but this time there would be a difference. This time he was going to give it to her on his terms, and not hers. She might be a hard-boiled little cock tease, but he was in complete control now, and he felt a lot better for that!

He couldn't help from gloating as suddenly her small soft hands began toying about his head, her long fingers running caressingly through his hair while moans unceasingly emitted from her. Finally she was clutching, the moans tumbling from her petulant lips in a rhythmic chant, her beautiful head flailing from side to side… until finally the soft hands were trying to guide his hotly working mouth tightly to the small nibbling hole of her cunt. He complied, pressing his wet lips to the desire-wet vaginal opening, plunging his stiffened tongue once more into the raw velvety-smooth flesh, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged, hair-lined lips of her flushed pussy.

She cried out in her lust-infused passion, wildly writhing her smoothly rounded hips and ovalled buttocks beneath his salacious oral fucking. Again and again he thrust his stiffened cock-like tongue up into her seething channel. His hot moist lips were glued to the clasping, viscous opening, bringing a continual series of guttural groans from the voluptuously naked woman whose warm, full thighs were opening and closing spasmodically around both sides of his nearly submerged head.

Owen could feel the sleek rubbery cuntal flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue. The delicately ribbed walls of her dilated vagina opened and closed in unmistakable hungry sucking actions, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. Christ… it seemed that her clasping pussy throat was suddenly trying with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and omnivorously devour it. Her heels began to push down against the muscles of his back, pressing his big, powerful body into the hot quivering flesh trap between her salaciously spread thighs. His nose was tight against her quivering clitoris, and with every inhalation he sensed the arousing, poignant aroma of her lustfully growing passion. Its delicate piquancy was driving his throbbing cock into an impossible hardness, a swollen, blood-filled erection that had begun to ache with the agony of an exposed tooth nerve. He had to do something with it soon, or his cum-bloated balls were going to blow apart.

Tina's voluptuously naked young body was completely swept up in the breathtaking sensual rapture overwhelming her. She had never expected anything like this, and its sheer force was more than she could handle. Her brain was reeling in a wild vortex of intense desire, realizing that she had lost all physical control, both over herself and the man who was giving her such incredible pleasure. His oral fucking was totally satisfying. Hardly anything made sense to her now, even the plan she and her husband had been working on… only the maddening sensations his delicious hot tongue and sucking mouth were causing to saturate her entire passion-inflamed body mattered. Every muscle in her erotically fired being was tensed as she strained her soft, white hips and tautly rounded buttocks upward in unbidden wantonness toward the earth-shattering ecstasy he was building between her quivering, spread thighs.

Her long, drawn-up legs opened and closed around the skillfully working mouth, controlling the ravenous, pleasureful tongue that was licking and spiraling into her passion-seared cuntal channel. The cords of her neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head frantically, splaying her curvaceously shaped limbs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing his deeper access into her seething, demanding hole.

She wanted to be his… wanted him to do to her as he wished. The tables were completely turned now… First she had been controlling him, but now that he was controlling her, she found that she was deriving a far greater pleasure from it.

"Oooohhhhh… GOD!" she whimpered, her thought train severed as he slipped his big hands beneath her twitching buttocks and pulled them up to him with possessive authority. They trembled and spasmed of their own volition beneath the plunging hot tongue sending wild erotic charges of unprecedented sensation screaming through her insanely aroused body. And then, suddenly, she felt his searing tongue flick from her wildly tingling vagina downward along the smooth, hairless crevice between the ovalled spheres of her fully rounded ass cheeks to the tiny raised ring of her puckered anus. Responsively she stiffened, moaning in lustful delight at the wet, delicious contact of his burning tongue orb her sensitive anal lips. She closed her eyes in steeped passion at the licentious fermentations the lurid act added to her already overwhelmingly excited young flesh. Oh God… it was too much… too much, she sensually reasoned, rolling her naked hips and trying to screw her excited rectum back onto his stiffly probing tongue. She had to do something for him… something that would let him know how wonderfully magnificent he was… how much she loved what he was doing to her… something that would thank him for the ecstasy he was bringing her.

"Oooohhh… turn around. God! Turn around, quick, so I can have your cock! I want to suck your cock, lover… Please… hurry!" she pleaded salaciously.

Her words were like a charge of electricity bolting through him, the very lust-infusing sounds he had been waiting to hear. She had been wanting his penis all night, but this time he was certain she wouldn't be able to survive without it!

Without hesitation, the ex-football player knelt up and twisted his body around, while she lay there with half-closed eyes in her nakedness, tossing her head as little mewls and whimpers erupted from her slender, white throat in sensual anticipation. His cock jerked and throbbed insanely as he eagerly turned around on all fours above her, then buried his face in her dampened, hair-fringed loins once more. As his hot, wet tongue lashed out to lave through the moist, velvety flesh between her blood swollen cunt lips, Owen felt her small hand and fingers curling around the throbbing hardness of his long, thick cock that he knew was hanging down like a stallion's between his muscular thighs, and he grunted out his guttural delight, thrusting his stiffened tongue deeper into her clasping cuntal channel.

The lizard-like reinvasion only served to personify what Tina had thought before… he was the most fulfilling lover she could remember having… better than her husband, and she wanted to prove it to him. She had to! But even as the fantastic sensations of erotic rapture immediately began to chum madly again within her naked body, the actual sight and feel of his cock once again telegraphed momentary spasms of unwanted fear. She had forgotten how large it was, and now it seemed even larger. Dear God! Her slender fingers could hardly encircle it, and his heavy, sperm-bloated balls encased in their hairy sac hanging down above her face were a bull-like phenomenon in themselves. Yet the very hugeness of their unique and virile masculinity fired a loving warmth inside her and she raised her head excitedly. With her mouth ovalled wide, she let her moistened, lush lips slip warmly and wetly over the sheathed cockhead, while she held to its heavy base with both thumbs and forefingers to pull back its thick foreskin, then tried anxiously to take more than she was capable of into her salivating mouth.

In her unbridled desire, she sucked it so deeply into her hot, wet cavity that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath, then began to feverishly run her tongue up and down the soft sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral touch and ardently tasting the heady spice of its seeping seminal fluid. While her tiny tongue worked in slavish passion, she cupped and deliciously caressed his heavy, cum-inflated balls with affection, tiny explosions of scintillating lust bursting ho her sensuously blinded brain, and he began to move up and down… gently in and out of her mouth with his thick, hardened cock in a licentious rhythm to his own lashing, probing tongue thrusting and swirling deeply in her wet, searing cunt.

Oh, God! She could have him any time she wanted… even when the swap group didn't meet. She could go over to his house and have him lick her cunt… she could have him come to her house and she would suck in his cock… and Bob or no one would stop her. His penis was magnificent… his handsome throbbing, delicious cock… and she would suck it right down into her throat for him, as huge and hot as it was!

These thoughts flashed through Tina's lust-crazed mind as she intermittently sucked and licked with fury on Owen's hardened rod of white-hot cock flesh, its smooth rubbery head brushing at her palate, while the handsome young man worked hungrily at her impassioned, naked loins, his big hands beneath and clutching the resiliently white rounded mounds of her writhing buttocks, his hot tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her moist, wantonly accepting pussy.

Then, another new sensation of prurience registered in her desire-incited brain! She felt his long, thick finger suddenly working at the tiny puckered mouth of her exposed anus! Her breath quickened as she momentarily forgot all else. She sensed his finger stiffening… abruptly, pushing into the snug mouth with a quick, unpainful challenge, and the long invader slid right up the warm spongy confines of her rectal passage like another cock, all the way to the palm of his big, cupping hand against the rounded, yielding spheres of her wide-spread, white buttocks.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh…" she moaned around his expanding hard cock in her sucking mouth, in ecstasy and delight as her lips and tongue slowed momentarily in their swirling motion, his sudden intrusion into her tightly clenched asshole causing an immediate twinge of orgasm to start building in her soft belly and fervid loins. She felt his mouth fixed against the round, elasticized vaginal hole of her sensuously inflamed cunt, his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the moistened, sensitive-fleshed walls in lust spiraling cadence to his long thick finger fucking deeply into her openly presented asshole. Frantically, she began to nurse and suck the hot, hard thickness of his huge penis with all her inbred feminine ability, her cheeks hollowing and ballooning almost painfully, while her soft, white belly rose and fell hungrily as she pulled at him.

God, how she wanted him to cum when she did! He had to, she thought passionately… desperately… him squirting his hot, thick cum into her mouth while the same maddening sensations burst inside her! But… but he'd have to hurry, she reasoned, her lips clasped tightly around the pulsing, blood-filled head of his long, thick cock, and at that very moment, deep in her seething belly and passion-inflamed loins, the first spasms of ecstasy were beginning. She squeezed with enslaved affection at his swinging, sperm-bloated balls above her face, then raked her nails knowingly beneath them, as simultaneously, she strained to her own heatedly rising climax!

Owen Temple was well aware that the naked, writhing young woman straining beneath him was going to cum. Every muscle and cord, each squirming movement and response of her perspiring, voluptuously impassioned body telegraphed the event to his brain. Jesus… if there was any further proof that he was still the lover he had been in college, Tina Reed was that proof. The way she was sucking his throbbing hard cock while he tongued and bit at the hot, quivering flesh of her salaciously grinding cunt was enough to make him blow his mind. Fuck… she was going to cum all right… and again and again and again, so that she wouldn't know which end was up!

Tina half-screamed. She couldn't do more. Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and throat. The overwhelming explosion inside her caused her entire naked body to shudder enrapturously. Her mind played no part. She was mentally swept away in its thunderous cataclysm… and then a second time… and a third! Dear God, she was cumming again… and she did! His wonderful, wild tongue played skillfully around the outer perimeter of her tiny, palpitating clitoris, taunting her to climax after climax, and she never wanted him to stop!

Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off his cock and cried: "Ooohh… damn, lover… Keep doing it… I'm cumming and cumming and cumming. Oooohhh… please… squirt your hot cum in my mouth so I can taste and swallow it! Ooooohhhhh… don't stop! Lick my cunt while I suck your cock…!"

Owen felt her hot mouth eagerly absorbing his thick hardness once more. Her licentious plea was too much for him. He felt the sperm building so hotly down in his balls rumble and ferment at the peaking lust of her words. Shit… he wished it could go on and on… but he had one consolation. This wasn't the end. Hell, no… it was just the beginning. As long as Rita didn't appreciate what he had, he might just as well be spending his time with a woman… a total woman who did!

Tina had no conception of space and time. Her series of climaxes had completely destroyed reality… and she was cumming again! Oooooohhhhh… Her soft, sensuous body felt as though it had been impregnated with a million needles! Her wet, seething cunt drifted on a cloud of its own! She could cum a million times… but then she felt the big man's loins jerk above her face, the massive rubbery head of his long thick cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth… and suddenly it came!

She wasn't quite ready when with a spontaneous burst it shot down into the back of her throat in wild, powerful spurts of teeming creamy liquid, gush after gush of the hot, sweet, male-tasting sperm, joined by the convulsive tremors of her nakedly lurching hips and loins as her umpteenth climax erupted in a wild explosion of blinding, lustful bliss. Again and again, he spewed his virile jets of thick, boiling cum deep in her throat, and she groaned while she continued swallowing and sucking fiendishly, her adam's apple bobbing desperately, frothy remnants bubbling out around her tightly locked lips, as she swallowed and swallowed the flood of nectarous semen squirting into the warm receptive shelter of her mouth.

Having finished with Rita, Bob was, by this time, back at his own home. He had been watching the last ten minutes or so at the incredible cock and cunt sucking taking place in his living room. The only thing he could not understand about the whole situation was what the problem could be between Owen and Rita. Obviously Owen was capable of satisfying Tina, and Bob knew that Rita was far from frigid.

Standing on his front porch looking through the picture window of his home, Bob Reed shook his head. If there was ever a couple that needed the use of a wife swapping club, it was the Temples.

The cold winter air blew around him, reminding him that there were better things to do than stay out in the cold watching his wife and another man. Chuckling to himself, he headed in the direction of the nearest telephone booth. He and his wife had a little signal. He would dial his own number and let the phone ring once, a message to his wife that he would be coming home in a half hour or so. Tina could make up some excuse to get Owen out of the house without having him lose too much face. Then Bob and his wife would compare notes and work from there.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next week passed quickly at times, and slowly at others. Both Owen and Rita, knowing that they had been cheating on each other, tried hard to please each other. When Owen had arrived back at his house, he was a little sheepish with Rita. The last thing he wanted her to suspect was that he had been fucking the lovely dark haired woman who lived just two doors down from him. He was very apologetic with Rita, and he refused to get angry with her, no matter what she said. While fucking Tina in her mouth had been something he wanted to do over and over again, he still liked the thought of being married to Rita. After all, of all the women he had known in college, he had chosen to marry Rita because he loved her, and feelings like that die very hard.

But he really had nothing to worry about with Rita. She had done something she never thought she would do in her life… let a man who was not her husband fuck her, and in her own home no less. If Owen ever found out about that, she thought, he would beat her to within an inch of her life and leave her. She loved him, and had ever since their first date. Even though Bob Reed had given her the orgasm her own husband had been failing to for the last six months or so, she was certain, now more than ever, that the problem lie with Owen. She wasn't going to bring it up again, though, since she was certain that she would let something slip about her escapade with Bob.

For the week before the party, both Owen and Rita were tense with each other, each trying overly hard to please the other in bed. It was from trying so hard that they both failed. Instead of doing those things which should come naturally, they were trying to cover up those things they considered mis-deeds.

The end result was, by the end of the week, that they were both on edge, and could just about stand being with each other. Neither one had managed to find the courage to talk much to the Reeds, though separately, on different occasions during the week, both Owen and Rita had called them up to confirm the party.

It was the party that the two of them were living for. The week of being in the same room with each other and not being able to think of anything to say was driving them both up a wall. Even though they had secret apprehensions about being with Tina and Bob, they believed that with so many other people around, their tensions would loosen up somewhat, and that it would be enjoyable.

All day Saturday, while Owen was away with the kids at the ice rink, Rita straightened up the house and made herself as presentable as she could. She wanted to make a good impression, not only on Bob again, and on Tina as well, but on the new people they would be meeting. She washed and set her golden, thick hair, making it fluffy without being frizzy, and while she had never felt the need for make up before, she decided that this time she would apply just a bit. She didn't know what kind of people she would be meeting, and she wanted to make sure she offended none of them by being too outlandish or too flippant and casual. She highlighted her cheeks with a hint of red, adding some of the color she had lost during the sunless winter. She glossed her lips with a flesh-tone lipstick, making them shine moistly. She did her nails in a clear lacquer and her eyes in a black liner. Then deciding that she would wear her two-piece black pants suit, she presented herself in the full length mirror of her bedroom for a final inspection.

She had always thought that she had a nice figure, and she had been told as much many times, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she had to admit that she had really out-done herself this time. For a moment, she wondered if perhaps she weren't going a little too far. The blouse of the pants suit was designed in such a way so that the top two buttons could be either fastened or not, and she had decided that she would leave them open. The cream whiteness of her flesh contrasted sharply with the black of the blouse, revealing a deep-plunging neck line and the fleshy cleft of her full, round breasts. The delightfully eye pleasing globes looked as though they wanted to tear the garment asunder, and wearing a bra to pull them together was useless with the outfit she had chosen. It just wouldn't look right at all. She stepped back a bit to admire the way her clothing followed the curves and contours of her form, hugging her waist and thighs, showing her for the total woman she knew she was. The final addition was a simple silver necklace, and she was amazed at how sensual and… well… sexy it made her look. She was smiling at her reflection, knowing that the evening would be a nice one, when she heard Owen come home.

He ran up the stairs, sounding as though he had worked up a lot of energy at the hockey practice, and she knew, she just knew, that the party was the very thing she and Owen needed. She turned to face him as he came into the bedroom, remembering what had happened the last time he had come home from the rink. She didn't want to do anything that would spoil this evening for them, and she forced a happy expression in her voice.

"Hello, honey," she said as casually as she could. "I gather you had a nice time with the kids."

"It was all right," he said coming into the room. "Some of them…"

He stopped as his eyes fixed on the pleasing form of his lovely blonde wife looking at him with hopeful anticipation in her pale blue eyes.

"Saaaayyyyy…" he said as he recovered from the light shock of seeing her looking so beautiful. "I like that. I'll bet you make all the husbands green with envy!"

The sincerity in his voice was total, and Rita could feel herself blushing slightly.

"Do you really think I look nice?" she asked in a timid voice.

"Foolish question," he said, taking several steps and hugging her. He inhaled deeply the arousing aroma of her perfume, and then planted his lips firmly against hers, running his hands up and down her back, and shivering slightly as he felt her loins pressing against his.

"I… I thought this might be a little too much," she said softly. "I mean… this week has not been one of our best."

She bit on her lower lip, hoping that this would not start an argument with Owen. More and more she was finding that she didn't know what he was thinking half the time, and the last thing she wanted to do was make him angry at her for any reason. At the very least, that could ruin their evening with the Reeds.

But Owen didn't want to upset the apple-cart any more than Rita did. Even though he had totally enjoyed fucking Tina, he still had some guilt feelings about it, and while he believed that sometime, soon, he would be getting his thick cock into the hot little pussy of their neighbor again, he had to remember that he was still married, and as such had certain obligations.

"I'll agree with that… that this hasn't been one of our better weeks," he answered, pulling away from her and going into the bathroom to wash up. "And I've been wanting to do something about it. But to tell the truth, I really don't know what to say."

"Neither do I," Rita said quickly, relieved that Owen seemed to be a little more understanding.

"I was thinking… thinking about what you said last week," Owen called out over the running water. "You know… about how I've been failing to… well… you know."

Rita could feel her heart quicken as he brought up me topic. It had been tacitly taboo between them, and it was the last thing she wanted to talk about now.

But if Rita was apprehensive about it, Owen was determined that he was going to do his best to clear at least some of the air. "I was wrong to go storming out of the house like I did," he told her, drying his hands and neck with a towel. "You had something you wanted to talk about, and it was wrong of me to just leave you hear all alone."

Rita almost let slip that things had worked out very well because of that, but she checked herself just in time.

"A husband and wife should talk about zings like that," Owen continued. "And I'd like to start this evening off on the right foot by saying that, when we get home, if you still want to, we can talk about it then."

Rita could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't know if they were tears of joy or not. She loved her husband, but she couldn't get out of her mind the cataclysmic orgasm Bob Reed had given her. She would have given everything she had to have another orgasm like the one she'd had a week ago, and she had been disappointed with herself for not making an effort to contact Bob when Owen had been away. Of course, mat worked both ways. Bob hadn't called her either.

She could sense that a lot of dead wood would be cleared away at me party tonight. She would have to speak to Bob Reed alone, and she was looking forward to the chance.

If Owen had known what his wife was thinking, he wouldn't have felt so guilty about his own thoughts. He wanted to talk to Tina again, and had been wanting to all week. Things just hadn't been possible, though. He sensed the presence of Bob every time he went past the Reed home, and the last thing he wanted to do was pay Tina a visit with her husband around.

"Oh… Owen," Rita said, walking to her husband and giving him a tight hug. "That's the nicest thing you've said to me all week."

"So suppose you let go of me and let me get ready for the party," he grinned. "I wouldn't want your loveliness to overshadow me."

"I'll wait for you downstairs," Rita said, feeling better than she had in a long time. It looked like she was going to have her husband back after so long of feeling totally detached from him.

***

Tina and Bob were setting those things out they would need to make the meeting a success. Tina was casually dressed in her favorite blue skirt and matching white cotton blouse, feeling that she should be as simply dressed as possible. She didn't have the need to try and make a good impression with her clothes, since she had gone through all the male members of the club before this. Bob was sipping on his Scotch as he helped his wife with the hors d'oeuvres, excitement a living thing in his powerful body.

"Think Rita and Owen will be the first ones here?" he asked to make conversation. He'd been looking forward to meeting Rita again, and had been a little confused when she failed to call him.

"They might be, love. They live closer than anyone else."

"I can't figure them out," Bob said thoughtfully. "They're acting like a couple of children. Rita went wild when I had my cock in her, and I could see what you were doing to Owen just about made him lose his mind."

They hadn't had much of a chance to compare notes with each other over the week. Getting ready for the meeting had been more work than either of them had expected.

"Maybe some people just shouldn't get married to each other," Tina said thoughtfully.

"Bullshit," Bob grinned. "If there was ever a couple that deserved to be together for the rest of their lives, it's Owen and Rita. Football quarterback, head cheerleader… that's a match made in heaven."

"Do you think we might have scared them off?"

"Naaahhhhh… They're coming, right? That means there's a little hope for them."

"I wonder if they've cleared up their uh problem."

"Probably not," Bob answered. "I'll bet they've been trying to hide their little romp from each other."

"Everything will be out in the open tonight," Tina said, chuckling. "Who have you matched them up with?"

According to the rules of the club, the host and hostess got first crack at any new members, but since Tina and Bob had already taken care of Owen and Rita, they had agreed that they would let someone else have a shot at them.

"Jack and Kelly Garner," Bob said, waiting for his wife's reaction.

"Whew. You want to give those kids the full treatment, don't you?"

"What the hell?" Bob said. "Just seeing Owen and Rita with Jack and Kelly will make the evening worthwhile."

At that moment, the door bell rang, and the Reeds knew the party was about to begin. Vaguely wondering who it could be, Tina walked to the door, but before she got there, there was a loud pounding and a boisterious voice calling: "Open the fucking door, will ya? I'm freezing my balls off."

"Speak of the devil," Tina smiled at her husband. "Guess who the first people arriving are?"

The lovely dark-haired woman opened the door and admitted Jack and Kelly. If there were two people in the club… in the world… that Tina would rather do without, it was Jack and Kelly Garner. Middle aged and slightly paunchy and balding, Jack had all the tact of a Sherman tank in the heat of battle. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get between a woman's legs with his cock or tongue, and he liked to make his intentions known clearly… and right away.

His wife, Kelly, was the grossest s.o.b. Tina knew. Her flaming red hair matched the stereotype she had decided to set for herself. Generally, her piercing laughter could be heard all through what ever home they were in, and she was fairly quick to get her hands on what ever cock was available to her.

But despite their obnoxious personalities, they were among the most popular members of the club. Time and time again Tina had felt the incredible thickness of Jack's penis fucking up into her pussy, and it was that cock of his that made him so popular with the wives of the club. Tina had never seen or felt anything like it, and judging from what she heard from the other wives, no one else had either. That penis was Jack's greatest asset, and he knew how to use it to its greatest advantage.

There was nothing Kelly wouldn't do to please the man fucking her… and there were several times during the meetings when she would take on some of me wives as well. She and Jack worked as a team, and loved every moment of it.

"Hi, lovely pussy," Jack said, pulling Tina tightly against him. "I hope that cunt of yours is hot and ready for King Richard. I've been saving my sperm for you all week."

King Richard was me pet name Jack had given his cock, though why was beyond Tina's understanding. She had never asked him about it, and she really didn't care all mat much… not when she had it between her legs, splitting her thighs apart with its thick, blood-swollen girth.

"Well… you'll have to save that sperm of yours for a little while," Tina said, pulling away from him and returning to the few things that had to be done for the party. "We've got a new couple coming tonight."

"Awwwww… fuck that bullshit, lover," Jack said with a childishly hurt tone in his voice. "I've been dreaming of that dark, tight cunt of yours all week."

"I think you'll like what you get," Bob said. "We're giving you first crack at them."

"Really?" Kelly asked, licking her lips as she feasted her eyes on Bob's lithe body. "How come you're being so generous? They dogs or something?"

"Have a little faith," Tina said smiling, wondering what would be running through Rita's mind when she learned what lay in store for her. "Bob and I have already tried them out, and we've come to the conclusion that they need the best. They've been having some… well… problems."

"Well, they're gonna get the best," Jack said, taking the drink offered to him by Bob. "Kelly and I been practicing every day for the last two weeks for tonight."

"Jack's cock gets so large sometimes," Kelly said, slightly giggling.

Tina sighed with relief when the door bell rang again. Fucking with Jack was all right, but she would hate to be trapped in the same room with him… alone. Her mind just wouldn't be able to take it. Tina liked a good time as much as the next person, but there were times when subtlety was fun, something Jack and Kelly never teamed, and never would learn.

The new arrivals were Sam and Kate Wilhelm, two people Tina especially liked. Not only could Sam fuck like there was no tomorrow, but talking with him was a sheer joy. He was in the same line of work that Bob was, and she found that there were remarkable similarities between the computer operators. She wondered if it was that sameness that made Sam so appealing to her, or the slight differences that made him as different from Bob as night and day.

Tina glanced at Bob, who winked, letting her knew that he had paired them up with Sam and Kate. Knowing that made Tina feel a little easier, and she smiled sweetly at the Wilhelms.

"Long time no see, Sam," she said as she took his coat. "What have you and Kate been doing with yourselves?"

"Oh… a little bit of this and a little bit of that," Sam said. "You know how it is."

"Who have you and Bob decided that we should be paired up with?" Kate asked a little apprehensively.

"Myself and Bob," Tina said.

"That's a relief," Kate whispered, leaning forward so she would only be heard by her hostess. "I was dreading the thought that you might have teamed us up with Jack and Kelly."

"Ohhhh… we've got something special in mind for them," Tina said with a wry smile. "There's a new couple coming tonight, and Jack and Kelly are going to take care of them."

"What's the matter? You don't like the new people," Sam teased.

"Just a little something Bob and I have been planning for a while. You know how I like to play games sometimes."

"Uh huh."

Several more times, the door bell rang, and each time, Tina thought it might be the Temples. It was starting to get a little late, and both Bob and Tina knew that they couldn't begin until the new couple arrived. Just thinking about having Sam's thick cock between her legs was making Tina's vagina seep a warm, sticky fluid, and she could tell that Bob was getting a little anxious about fucking Kate. The lovely black-haired wife was about to call Owen and Rita when they finally showed up.

"About time the two of you got here," Tina said as she took their coats and hung them up. "I was beginning to think that you weren't coming. And we had such a good time planned."

As she spoke, she gave a little wink to Owen, who was looking only at her. Rita was letting her eyes wander about the room, noticing that the general noise of the party had come to something of a halt and all the men were staring at her. She began to feel a little self-conscious, as though she had underdressed, especially when she heard one man of the far side of the room give a very definite whistle.

She turned to him, disliking him right away. There was something about the way he carried his slight paunch that turned Rita off… and his thinning hair added to a general aura about him that made Rita feel as though she was little more than a pretty object for him to look at. He had been standing next to a red-head, but even as Rita watched him, he ignored that woman.

"Well, lovely lady," he said, leering at her, "you must be the new member Tina was talking about."

As he spoke, he ran his eyes up and down Rita's lovely form, dwelling long and hard at the generous swell of her breasts and the deep-clefted valley between them. Rita had only worn the outfit she had a couple of times before, and she had never felt funny about it then. Now, though, she couldn't help but feel that the man was stripping her with his eyes. She could almost feel his gaze burning through her garment, and it took her several moments to realize what he had said, so distracting was his presence.

"New members?" she questioned, and then looked to Tina.

"Oh, I guess I didn't tell you," the lovely dark haired woman said. "This is a… neighborhood club. You and Owen are attending one of our twice a month meetings."

Rita turned to her husband and tried to smile. She hadn't expected something as formal as a meeting, though she didn't seem to notice that there was really nothing formal about the gathering. The silence that had pervaded when she first walked into the house had ended as people once again began their conversations. The clinking of ice in glasses filled the room, and she felt a little ill at ease, especially with the middle aged man leering at her still.

"Excuse me," Tina said, distracted for a moment. "Rita, I'd like to introduce you to Jack Garner."

"No introductions needed with this one, Tina love," Jack leered, giving Rita a deliberate wink. "This cute little blonde knows what's coming off, don't you?"

Reflexively, Rita smiled, though she really didn't know what was coming off. She did know that she didn't like the way Jack was looking at her though, and she turned to her husband.

The red-head who Jack had been talking to had sauntered across the room and was now looking at Owen the same way Jack was leering at her. Owen was trying hard to make conversation with Tina, and Rita assumed that it was merely because he didn't want to have anything to do with the red-head who was acting a little drunk.

"Well, Owen," Tina said with a suggestive smile and turn of her head, "I see you're making some headway with Jack's wife, Kelly."

Owen turned to the young dark-haired woman with a lost expression on his face.

Tina, though, was eager for the party to begin, and the only way that was going to happen was for her and her husband, as hostess and host, to give the signal.

"All right, everyone," she said, totally ignoring the new-comers, "you all know who to go with, so suppose we start. Everyone here is familiar with the house, so let's get started."

There was something of a cheer, and both Rita and Owen watched as people began pairing off and traveling to various places in me huge home. Owen started to say something to Tina, who was walking away from him, but the red-headed Kelly put her arm around Owen's neck.

"Come on, handsome," she said in a voice that was loud enough for Rita to hear, "suppose you let me show you around the house."

Owen opened his mouth to toll her to get lost, but she was demandingly pulling him away. Giving his wife a hopeless glance, he let the older woman lead him through the living room, leaving Rita alone with Jack at the front door.

The young blonde wife strained her neck, trying to avoid the presence of lack Kelly as she looked for Bob Reed. She could see him, busy talking with another woman, and even though she knew she had no right, she felt a strange pang of jealously. Bob Reed was leaning very close to the auburn-haired woman, and every now and then he would say something that made the lovely girl giggle.

"Hey, baby," Jack said, positioning himself in front of Rita's view. "What ya looking for? Everything you could possibly want is standing right in front of you."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm talking about me, lover. Tina and Bob have assigned Kelly and me to bring you into the little group we have here."

His words brought Rita to an instant awareness about what was going on. She snapped her head around to look directly at Jack, both anger and fear flushing her face. Why would Tina do something like that? Certainly Jack was little more than a boisterous drunk. Could Tina have learned something about what Bob and she had done last week? Could this be Tina's way of getting back at her?

But that was silly, she thought. Tina couldn't possibly know what had happened. Jack took Rita by the hand and led her through the room, to the other side from where Kelly and Owen were talking, their bodies looking just a little too close for Rita's comfort.

"Have a drink, lovely lady," Jack said, pressing an already poured glass into Rita's hand before she had a chance to protest. "I can tell that the two of us are going to have some good times ahead."

Automatically, Rita began sipping on the drink, wishing that she could somehow get away from Jack, but not seeing any way she could.

The lights of the entire house began to get dimmer, until it was nearly impossible for Rita to see anything. She could feel Jack's powerful hand tugging on her arm, and she slowly sank to a sitting position. She was trying to be brave, but she had the overwhelming sensation that something was going to happen… something she knew she wouldn't like.

"Suppose you and I talk a little… get to know each other a little better," she heard Jack whisper in her ear. "Though I can tell right now, I've seen enough of you to knows that I'm going to like spending the evening with you."

Rita was having some trouble figuring out what was going on. As her eyes grew more accustomed to the near darkness, she could see that some people were hugging and kissing, their hands wandering over each other's bodies, squeezing and massaging here and there. She found where her husband was, and over the bodies of people sitting on the floor and couch, she could see Kelly with her arm around Owen's waist, pulling him tightly against her. Her mouth hung open as she saw that Owen wasn't making the slightest move to resist. Far from it, in fact. Owen was moving his arm around Kelly's waist now, drawing the loud red-head tightly against his powerful frame.

A shiver of hatred, fear and frustration rippled through Rita's entire body, and she wanted to walk across me room and ask Owen just what the hell he thought he was doing, but her attention was arrested by the sensation of Jack drawing up against her, his buttocks pressing tightly, urgently against hers.

"What's the matter, baby?" he breathed into her ear. "Don't you like what you've got?"

"Just what is this anyway?" Rita asked, her voice as angry as she could make it, though she whispered, not wanting to disturb the strange, forbidding hush that had taken over when the lights had been dimmed.

"You mean you really don't know?" Jack asked, drawing his broad face away in mock surprise. "I find it hard to believe that Tina and Bob didn't tell you. This is a wife-swapping club. You and that hubby of yours are the guests of honor. You must be, to be getting a couple of gems like Kelly and me."

Rita's shoulders slumped as she heard his words! This couldn't be true. She had heard about things like this, but she didn't think that the stories were real. Why hadn't Tina mentioned something like this? If she had known this, Rita would never have come.

"Hey… relax will ya," Jack whispered demandingly, placing his arm around her waist, opening his palm around her thigh. "That handsome hubby of yours looks like he's getting the hang of it."

Rita snapped her head to where Owen was sitting with Kelly, and saw that it was true. Owen was no longer talking to the red-head… he was kissing her. Even in the darkness, Rita could see that their tongues were twining around each other, first in Owen's mouth, and then in Kelly's. Rita stared unblinkingly as Owen's hand came up to cup and squeeze Kelly's left breast through the fabric of her paisley blouse… and then dip inside to caress the naked flesh! How could her husband be doing something like that? And after what he had said about wanting to talk out their problems! The nerve! The utter nerve! And he knew damn well that she was in same room with him.

Rita pursed her lips, feeling nothing but anger now. Owen was acting as though he were back in college again, with total disregard to the fact that he was married. He was kissing and caressing a woman he had met only minutes before! The irate blonde wife gritted her teeth and prepared to walk across the room and ask him at the top of her voice just what the hell he thought he was doing. What their neighbors might like was one thing, but Owen had gone right into it without even thinking!

She stiffened her muscles, and then she felt Jack nudge close again and wrap his arm tighter around her, his lips brushing lightly against her cheek.

"Suppose you get into the swing of things like your husband… or is he that much ahead of you?" Jack whispered as his tongue flicked out and lashed at the flesh of her cheek.

Everything was happening just a little too quickly for Rita to comprehend, though she knew that she was angry at Owen. She had wanted to talk to Bob, and she had thought that she would, but she could see now that it was going to be impossible.

And then a thought entered her mind. Hell, what could she lose by getting "into the swing of things"? Owen obviously didn't care about her wishes. In fact, he was going out of his way to ignore the fact mat he was married. Rita began wondering how long that had been going on. She knew that she had transgressed her marriage vows once, but Owen was acting as though it was merely a matter of course for him. Why not do like Owen was going?

WHY NOT?

She turned her head and faced the man sitting next to her, pressing his lips against her. She found him totally obnoxious and it was for mat reason that she decided that she would go through with what he had in mind. Maybe if her husband saw that she was being… fucked… she forced herself to think of the word… he would realize that she could not be toyed with. It was a desperate move on her part, but the last six months, and especially me last week, had brought the young blonde wife to the end of her rope. She had tried making her husband love her as he used to… had tried finding consolation in Bob's friendship… Why not give pure and total lust a try. There was nothing to lose and everything to be gained!

She could feel herself begin to tremble as her lips met Jack's, and with a mounting excitement, she felt the last of her doubt slip away. As obnoxious as Jack was to her, his kiss was the most thrilling she could imagine. He held the kiss long and hard, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth, and she began to suck on the searching lance, letting her body melt into the dimness of the room. She could feel an acute jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her cloth covered belly. He was getting hard there and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own breasts as her breasts pressed hard against his chest. There was no thought of shame, no thought of right or wrong, and she had no desire to defend herself. Her only thought was getting back at her husband once and for all. Seeing him kissing Jack's wife had been the final straw. He would do for another woman what he wouldn't do for her!

She felt a warm moisture between her thighs and her loins began a pushing movement against Jack's.

"Shit, honey, I sure am ready to fuck you," he hissed at her after they had broken the kiss.

"So am I… right away," Rita purred, casting a glance to where her husband was and seeing him pressing tightly against Kelly.

As strange as it all was to the young blonde wife, she found that Jack was incredibly stimulating. She couldn't believe that a man who had so totally turned her off could suddenly be so exciting, but she wasn't going to stop and think about it now. She reached down between their bodies and began to massage his hard, ballooning penis through his pants, shivering with eager anticipation when she felt the massive size of the thing. She was feeling more wonderfully wicked than she ever had in her life. The pulsing of his cock through his pants was almost startling, and she tried to envision what it would look like naked.

Inwardly, Jack was starting to gloat. Hell, he knew that he initially turned women off, but he had been gifted with the very thing they all wanted, when it came right down to it. He knew his cock was larger than any other member's, and it was that size that made him one hell of a lover. He didn't give a shit about his personality. You don't fuck with a personality, he had learned years ago. You fuck with a penis! He was thankful as hell that Tina had introduced him to Rita now. The young blonde woman was as hot for a good honest fucking, and she was going to get it… that and more!

"Get those clothes off," he ordered harshly, unable to stand the torment of his lust for her another moment. Rita gave a little chuckle and hurried to do as he demanded, her hands trembling as she fumbled with her pants suit. First she undid all the buttons of the black blouse, sucking in her breath as she removed it and let the cool air of the room lave her rose-colored nipples, causing them to leap into erection. Then she slithered her tight pants over the smooth swell of her hips, tossing both pants and blouse carelessly to one side. As she stood up to remove her skimpy nylon panties, she hastily glanced around the living room, seeing that she was among the last to remove her clothes. All around her were naked bodies pressed tightly to other naked bodies, and she could hear the sounds of heavy breathing and panting. Occasionally a feminine moan permeated through the darkness to her ears, and she found the sounds totally arousing. She had never been naked with so many people around, and quickly her eyes sought for and found the two people who were most important to her in the room. First she found Bob, his long hard penis already fucking in and out of some auburn-haired woman's passionately twitching loins, their loins, their bodies pressed tightly together. Then she saw her husband, his hands working around the delightful looking pussy of Kelly, while the red-head's hands were working up and down on his visibly throbbing shaft of cock flesh. Seeing her husband like that only served to re-enforce her hatred for him and her determination to get back at him by having Jack fuck her.

As she rolled her already cum-soaked panties over her rounded thighs and calves, she sensed that she was hurrying to get naked, not out of lust, but out of her determination to get back at her husband. He thought she was just a little child to be played with, did he? Well… she would show him that she was every inch a woman!

She watched with mounting excitement as Jack quickly shed his own clothes, and suddenly, she stopped her motions as the awesome sight of his great jutting penis appeared in the darkened room. Her mouth dropped at sight of it. She couldn't believe that a human could have a cock so large. It swayed heavily from side to side as he moved to get his clothes over his feet. It was absolutely fantastic, some kind of miracle. She couldn't believe her own eyes, yet there it was, thrusting from his hairy loins like a mammoth telephone pole. His balls looked as big as good sized lemons, and hung below the incredible shaft of his penis like the pendulum of a clock. Rita was both astonished and fascinated at the same time by the unbelievable spectacle she witnessed. Good God! Did he really think that she would be able to take the entire thing into her body? She remembered the first time Owen had ripped through her cunt with his penis, how she had felt as though she were being split in two. But Jack's cock was so much larger than Owen's that she had to gulp as she stared at it, wondering if she were looking at a mirage.

When Jack was as naked as she was, he stood up and reached out to run his hands over her naked flesh, pawing and squeezing the silky roundness of her breasts until her amazement and hatred for her husband waned away and passion took over. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling ail over from the sensations searing through her, wondering if her husband was too busy to notice that she was allowing another man to nakedly touch her like this.

Jack dropped his head to one full, firm breast, cupping it with one hand and sucking me hard throbbing nipple deep into his wet mouth. She groaned and swayed on the floor, nearly falling. Her brain was beginning to spin like a top. She didn't know why, but she was falling under some strange spell from this obnoxious man… a spell she was powerless to fight against… powerless and unwilling to fight against.

As Jack kissed her hard and passionately, Rita glanced out of the corner of her eye at the shadowy figures on the other side of the room.

Even though she knew what her husband was doing, she felt another surge of jealousy when she saw Kelly bending over Owen's loins. Rita could hear the sounds they were making, sort of faint wet sucking noises, noises she had never heard before. Then her eyes popped out as she saw what Kelly was doing to Owen. She was taking his cock all the way into her mouth and sucking on it, and the two of them were enjoying it so much that Owen was oblivious to what was happening around him. Rita felt a shudder of fear. What if Jack wanted her to do the same thing? Could she actually do something like that? She had only heard about it, but she never thought that her husband would be one of those people who actually liked it!

"Come on… let's get with it," Jack hissed under his breath. He pushed the lovely blonde backwards and guided her slowly down to an empty spot in the rug. The softness felt warm against her back, and she squirmed against it like a sinuous cat. She sensed the heavy weight of the near-stranger as he lay over her nakedly reclining body. Jack didn't seem to care whether or not he was quiet and swore appreciatively as he felt the smooth, tantalizing curves of her naked flesh pressed warmly against his. Rita hoped that Kelly, and especially Owen would be able to hear what was going on, but she doubted that it would be possible. There was so much panting and moaning in the room already that no one would be able to pick out just one couple.

Rita waited quietly as Jack pressed his naked angularity closer to her softness, his huge cock pressing into her thigh and smearing it with the slippery semen that seeped out from the thin vertical hole at the end. He moved his tongue-moistened lips down to her shoulder and began to nibble the smooth white skin, sending a lovely chill through her that raised tiny goose bumps all over her. She quivered from the sudden unexpected sensation and began writhing with desire beneath him, her anger and jealously once again leaving her to be replaced with mounting passion.

"That's sooooo nice," she sighed out, forgetting that her own husband was hardly more than a few feet away. She reached down and shamelessly grasped the mammoth penis teasing against her bare thigh with both hands. Her slim fingers could not begin to encircle it but she squeezed more firmly until he groaned and twitched more firmly against her. Then, edging a few inches away from him, she began to move both hands slowly up and down the tremendous length in a teasing milking motion. He groaned again louder.

"I'm going to fuck you silly," he laughed. "You're gonna get King Richard stuck up into your hot little cunt like you never dreamed, you lovely bitch."

Surely Owen couldn't have missed hearing that, Rita thought with gratification. He had to be wondering where she was and what she was doing, if he didn't already suspect. She let loose a groan herself as Jack lowered his mouth to her now heavily swollen breast and nipped down gently on her pebble hard nipple, tugging on it with clenched teeth as his eager tongue swirled hotly around the tip like a lizard running in tiny tight circles.

When she struggled to regain her senses a little, Rita realized that the wet sucking sounds from her husband's part of the room had ceased, though there was still a great deal of panting coming from other couples in the meeting. Then suddenly, a high, near-shrill female voice called boorishly, "Come on, football hero. Let me finish sucking you off. She's big enough to take care of herself."

The Rita heard the unmistakable sound of her husband's voice groaning in pleasure.

Jack obviously couldn't care less about what was going elsewhere in the room. He was only interested in the smooth delicious curves of the tender married morsel who was driving him mad with her hands and the thought that he was on the verge of fucking her silly with his huge, king-sized cock. His mouth played on her firm proud breasts, moving quickly from one to the other and sometimes pausing between them to lick wetly up and down in the deep valley they formed. After a few moments of teasing there, he bent his neck and slid his lips lower, slowly inching them down to her nakedly heaving belly. His cock was slipping out of her hands as he moved back up on his side to gain greater access to her navel, bringing small gasps and mewls of pleasure from her open mouth. He shifted lower then, maddening flashes of pleasure trailing after his gently nibbling teeth and teasing tongue. Rita felt her soft creamy thighs being pressed hotly open as she gave no resistance to Jack's lustful oral rummaging down between their softly trembling whiteness. Owen had never done to her what Jack was now, not that she would have let her husband. But there was something about this man… something that made her want him to do anything he wanted to her. She drew in her breath with a quick gasp as she felt his fingers spread open the softness of the curl-rimmed lips of her vagina and the coolness of the air caressed her up there between her legs. His tongue flicked forward, the pointed tip darting up to moistly titillate the already hotly pulsing little bud of her clitoris. He moved his fingers down and parted wide the thin vertical mouth of her cunt as he ran his tongue up and down and thrust it deep into her palpitating opening.

"Oooooohhhhh… yyyeeeesssss…" she moaned in a groan that filled the room. This had never happened to her before, but she wasn't going to try and stop him now. She splayed her legs out farther and pulled back her knees so that her nakedly trembling asscheeks were turned up fully to his face. He kept up his beautiful cunt licking until he was certain that she was aroused to the point where she wanted him to fuck her more than anything else in the world.

Nothing like this had ever happened to Rita. Only once had Owen tried to lick her cunt, and she had stopped him before he went too far, believing that there was nothing to be gained by the act. But Jack had taken the initiative so totally, and had acted so quickly that she didn't have the time to stop him, and now she was so lost in the throes of her mounting passion that she barely heard him when he said brusquely: "Okay, baby, roll over and get on your hands and knees. I'm gonna slip it to you doggy style." She wanted to beg him to continue his thrilling tongue fucking, but she obeyed, hoping he was going to do something even more wonderful to her enticingly curved body. She raised herself up until she was crouching with all fours on the carpet, her buttocks facing the man behind her. She felt his fingers begin to dance lightly over her nakedness, and then knead her flesh hungrily, crawling over her naked behind and finally descending down towards the crevice between her soft white moons. He spread them gently apart and searched lower with his fingers between me warm throbbing lips of her pussy.

He pushed into her, moistening the tip of his middle finger from the wetness of her pussy secretions and slowly withdrew it to stroke up the crevice towards her tiny, virginal anus. He mumbled incoherently in the delirium of having this voluptuous young body twisting under the probings of his hands. The tip of his fingers, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled tauntingly around the tight puckered anus guarding the entrance of her rectum for a moment and then dropped down for more of the lubricating moistness from her cunt.

After wetting the cringing nether ring again, he suddenly pushed in his finger with a sudden unexpected thrust that sank it deep inside. Rita jerked forward from the unexpected internal pressure and Jack clamped his other hand solidly on her hip to prevent her from moving away.

"Aaaggghhh…" the blonde blurted, choking back her scream, hoping that her nearby husband would think she was getting the fucking of her life. Even though his finger in her ass hurt, she was determined that she would take all of it… and anything more he had to offer her. She was going to get back at her husband for treating her the way he had. She emitted muffled groans of protest that were fast becoming moans of mounting pleasure as Jack Garner wormed his finger deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would lose her mind from the probing invasion. Then she felt him insert another finger alongside the first and began to ream and stretch her anal passage wider in small teasing rotations. There was nothing she wanted to do but kneel there and submit to the desires of the man behind her until he was ready to fuck her the way he wanted.

"Shit, baby, I'm going to love this. Feels like that tight asshole is a cherry as can be," Jack grunted behind her as he continued screwing and stretching her back passage with both knuckled fingers. The thought of what he was doing to her so close to her husband caused further ripples of desire to shoot through her nakedly grinding loins.

"Please… don't stop… don't stop," she moaned softly as she twisted her back to look over her shoulder and watch the man hovering over her defenselessly raised asscheeks. God! His cock was as hard as a rock!

"Don't you worry about that, lover. I'm gonna show you something new," he whispered. He threw a hasty glance over at the other people in the room, and especially at his wife and Rita's husband in the tar corner and grinned when he saw that they were both locked in the throes of their own lust, paying no attention at all to the happenings around them. "I'm gonna slip right up into her asshole and burst it right out the top of your head!"

Rita couldn't believe that he was going to do something like that. She hadn't even heard of such a thing, and she assumed it was just his way of saying that he was going to do something else, though she couldn't imagine what that would be. Still, she was more than willing to go along with what ever he had in mind. She was losing control of herself, but she didn't care.

Shivering with anticipation, she tried to brace herself for whatever Jack had in mind. He had to hurry, she lustfully reasoned. His manipulations behind her were threatening to make her cum right away. Then, through the haze of her passion, she felt Jack's strong hands drawing the cheeks of her buttocks open behind her. Realization dawned slowly on her, yet she tried to relax them open herself. The pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moistly quivering little crevice did the job for her. They were stretched widely away from each other until she could feel the cool rush of air against the tiny circle of her anus up between her legs. She sensed the tip of his finger again dropping to lubricate its length with her cuntal juices and pull away for a moment. Then again he moved up to swab her own slippery moistness on the elastic entrance of her naked rectum as she flexed the tiny portal open wider in an effort to aid the new, passion-driving penetration that she began to realize was coming.

Sparks of heated rising impatience filled her eyes as she understood that he had not been kidding. He was really going to fuck that long thick cock of his up into her rectum. She bit on her lip and tried to imagine what it would feel like. She hadn't even heard of it before, but now she wanted it so badly she could taste it. She pushed her backside to him, and the attempt was rewarded as he planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed her breasts down hard, holding her between the floor and his strong restraint.

He pushed her trembling jack-knifed legs open wider with his knees, dropping his head to her ass to lick wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the exposed tiny hole in readiness for the greater penetration to come.

"Lift that ass higher," the man whispered, anticipating with glee the taking of ultimate pleasure from her tender young body. He knew she had never been fucked in the ass. The tightness of her rectum had told him that, and that meant that he was getting a virgin… or at least close enough to a virgin for his wants.

Rita felt his hand on her hip lift her smoothly rounded buttocks up high in the air behind her, waving there in open invitation to the salacious deflowering of her asshole about to occur. Her anal flesh throbbed in eagerness and she was held wide and waiting, presented up to him so he could now fuck his cock into her at will. Vaguely, she hoped that her husband might be watching her, but she was so overwhelmed by lust and passion that she really didn't care all that much if he was.

Jack grasped impatiently at Rita's hips, holding them steady before him as she felt the thick, massive cock head impress itself in the moist naked split of her buttocks. She gasped in surprise at the first shocking contact. God! she moaned inwardly. It would never fit there. It was just too big! As much as she wanted, she would never be able to take that massive lustful pole up into her rectum. Then, from the other side of the room, a lustful moan in her husband's voice strengthened her resolve to go through with it, no matter how much it might hurt at first.

The hair of Jack's legs brushed teasingly against the insides of her nakedly trembling thighs as his huge searching cock probed along the wide-split crevice of her upturned globes. His hands worked down her crevice until once again his thumbs pressed outward to pry open the tight little hole of her ass. Then she felt a probing between his thumbs that was smooth and rubbery at first, and then became an unyielding bluntness. Instinctively, she tightened her ass muscles, then remembering her resolve, she relaxed them and the tightly clutching anal flesh finally gave way before the hard, throbbing cock tip, which popped just up inside her with a quick jerk.

"Ooohhh God!" Rita gave out a deep moan, and then moaned again, and from that moment on, the tiny little mewling sounds from deep in her chest did not stop. There was no outside world that existed. All that mattered was her anus and the huge, lust-hardened cock that was stretching it open back up between her thighs. The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated through every fibre of her body, pushing the soft rubbery flesh of her widely stretched rectal passage in great rippling waves before it. It drove into her backside ceaselessly like the bulging girth of a pine tree. She moaned in erotic submission with her eyes and mouth gaping open wide until she suddenly felt the coarse hair of his groin pressing tight up into the naked white orbs of her buttocks. His lustfully pulsating cock was buried to the hilt… all the way and she was spitted on the throbbing hardness like a young lamb being served up for an aboriginal fete. She had never felt like this in her life. The very thought that she was being fucked in the ass by a man she didn't even know, while her husband was somewhere in the same room filled her with such salaciousness that she couldn't stand it. She knew she would never the same after this, no matter what happened later in her life.

Jack Garner peered down like a demented sex maniac at the great measure of his huge cock lunging into her. Even in the dim light of the darkened room he could see how it pulled thin ridges of her dilated rectal flesh out with the base of his cock as he drew back for another lunge deep up inside. Rita could hear his growls of pleasure floating through the room and found herself wishing that the lights would be turned on so her own husband could see her face and apprise the delight it gave her to be fucked in the ass like this, right in front of him.

CHAPTER SIX

It was taking Owen Temple forever to cum. Even though the boisterous red-head had given him the best blow job of his life, he couldn't help but wonder where Rita was. The ex-college football player was pretty certain that she was wandering around the house somewhere, looking for a secluded spot where she could sit and sulk. It was beyond Owen's comprehension that his blonde wife could get into anything like the orgy that was taking place in the Reed home. She was so straight that she would never let another man touch her. When Kelly had singled him out, he had willingly gone with her, remembering that there had been things like this happening to him when he was in college. It hadn't taken the red-head very long to break down the weak defenses Owen erected. Whale he had said to Rita that he was sorry for the way he had treated her the past week, he found that he was not as resistant to the lustful pursuits of another woman after all, and when the lights went out, he reasoned that, since Rita was probably away some where, he could get away with what he wanted. There was so much moaning in the room… moaning of a lustful and passionate nature, that he was certain his own moans would be drowned out, even if she was still in the room.

Kelly was sucking his cock like a whore gone mad trying to make him cum. When that didn't work she would use her hand until her hand was sore. Even though he wanted to believe that Rita was no where in the room, he still could not get her out of his mind as he rummaged through his thoughts, trying to think of a story she would believe when he finally saw her again. Kelly had been working against his mind for over an hour, and Owen knew she was groaning and pleading for him to cum in her mouth or fuck her in her cunt. He had to smile in spite of himself, remembering that Rita had complained that he would cum too early. What would she think if she knew it was now just about impossible for him to ejaculate.

"Owen, lover… what's the matter?" Kelly Garner crooned into his thoughts. "Shit, lover, you're so hard! Why don't you just fuck me with that cock?"

"I was thinking… resting…" Owen answered, blinking his eyes and staring at the impatient woman.

"I don't get it. Look at the way your wife is going at it with my husband. She looks like she could fuck all night without resting, and she sure as hell isn't thinking about anything but that cock reaming up into her."

Owen blinked again and stared at the red-head. Could what she be telling him be true? Was his wife actually being fucked by another man? He followed her glance to the other side of the room, looking over the other people engaged in various stages of lustful pursuit and saw…

He saw Rita! Even as his eyes focused through the darkness, he couldn't believe what she was doing. She was being fucked in her ass like a wanton little bitch by that obnoxious jerk, grinding her hips against him like she couldn't get enough of him into her body. Owen lifted his head and turned to his side to take a long, careful look at the woman making absolutely certain that the darkness was not playing tricks on his eyes. It couldn't be true. She had been so innocent. She would let him fuck her in her vagina, but the only time he had tried to even lick her cunt, she had stopped him. He doubted very much that she would even let him try and fuck her in the ass, but there she was, taking another man's cock up into her rectum and looking as though she would die if she didn't get his sperm flowing around in her nether channel.

She was loving it. There was no doubt in his mind that she liked having another man fuck her.

For a moment, Owen felt a twinge of jealously, even though his own penis was being sucked and stroked and massaged by a woman who was not his wife. He remembered how guilty he had felt when he had fucked Tina a week before, how he had wanted to hide the action from his wife. Hell, if he had known that she wouldn't have cared…

But the twinge of jealously passed, and was replaced with another sensation. Something began to dawn on him. His wife had never even hinted that she would like anything but being fucked in the cunt. Now… maybe… just maybe…

He snapped his fingers and, totally ignoring the pleading red-head who was so desperate for his penis, hoisted himself up and walked over to where Rita was taking Jack's cock into her ass.

"Hey! Where you going?" Kelly said, the hurt in her voice clear and plain. Never had a man just walked away from her like this, and she didn't know what she could do about it.

Owen's cock, still at an acute angle, jutting out from his loins, began to throb in a way Kelly had never been able to make it throb. The handsome, powerful ex-football player could feel his balls filling with sperm at the very thought of what he had in mind. There was no longer any hatred for his wife… no thought of jealously… and certainly none of guilt. The only thought was that he could now save his marriage. He could now strip away all the crap that had been clouding his relationship with his wife for so long. Rita was so out of her mind with passion and mounting lust that she would more than likely do anything without thinking about it. He had seen things like that at college, and he knew pretty much how to handle them. He stood nakedly to one side of his passionately moaning wife, massaging his cock and feeling his own arousal and desire seething through his loins. Kelly had not been able to do anything for him, but the mere sight of his wife taking all of Jack's cock up into her ass… that was something totally different!

He grinned as he thought of what he was going to do to Rita. It was, he realized, something that she would never have done on her own… if they were alone in their bedroom, but something that she would now. With one action he was going to solve all the pent-up problems occurred in their marriage.

Jack Garner's pelvis smacked loudly against Rita's soft quivering asscheeks as he grunted and fucked into the depths of her rectum. His mammoth balls swung hard down against the moist little hole of her vagina and she whimpered, knelt there in her desire-driven submission. The pressure building up in her needing loins was becoming more and more intense and a strange pleasure had taken hold of her entire body. She was pushing back with all her strength as the increasing sensation it caused gained even more control of her. She found herself meeting Jack's sensational in-strokes faster and faster. Nothing seemed to matter now but the exquisite agony swirling and rippling over every inch of her lovely naked flesh. Despite everything, there was only the passion in place of the thought of what she was doing. It was so different… and so wonderful having her ass being scoured by a stranger's cock like this. The uncontrollable spasms of delight grew wilder and wilder with each buffeting slam of his rhythmically fucking cock. She writhed and bucked beneath his powerful charges, gasping and muttering all the lewd words she knew that came to her passion-drugged mind.

Jack sensed her sudden lusty need and fucked into her with longer, deeper strokes. He tightened his grip on the voluptuously rounded curves of her ass and started to pull her back over his thickly inflated penis like slipping an oil-filled sleeve over a huge muscular arm. His eyes still bulged wide at the spectacle of her beautiful body kneeling and twisting before him in wild, uncontrolled ecstasy as he fucked forward with mighty thrusts that sent his cock deep up into her wide-stretched rectum.

"Gggooooooddd!!!" she moaned, uncaring as she paused only a second before she fucked back again in time to the humping man's steady rhythm. Suddenly, Rita felt a hand groping out of nowhere at one of her wildly jiggling breasts, teasing the sensitive tip with light fingers. A rush of surprised delight seared through her at the extra pleasure and touch. Then she was vaguely conscious of someone else moving up to just in front of her. He was so close that she couldn't make out who he was, especially with the room so dark.

"Here, baby, here's a little something else for you," a passion-thick male voice said above her. There was something familiar about the voice, but in her passion-distorted reasoning, she couldn't place it. She assumed then that it was Bob Reed's voice. Certainly her husband would never do anything like this to her!

She stared at the long, rigid penis jutting out from the hair that encircled its base, the tip only a few inches from her face. She had never seen a cock so close before… not even Owen's, and with it throbbing and ready it looked as delicious as anything she could think of.

"Suck it. Suck it now," the voice commanded hoarsely.

Rita thought for a moment, thinking that she would never be able to take a cock into her mouth. Then the thought that her husband might be watching entered her mind again. And she heard Jack behind her panting excitedly. Go ahead, cunt. Suck it while I fuck you in the ass.

She could feel her mouth watering as she looked at tile great jutting penis so close to her lips. She could feel the heat rising from it, and she swallowed hurriedly. After all that had happened this evening, it seemed a little silly to refuse. She couldn't hear her husband making any more sounds, but she still assumed that he was in the room, and having him see her doing everything would really turn his head and thinking around. And the thought that she would be fucked from both ends at the same time brought a smile to her face. She was amazed at her own boldness as she continued to grind her buttocks back to meet Jack Kelly's pounding fucks into her hungrily engulfing rectum as well as she possibly could and at the same time bend up her arm to touch the cock in front of her. With both elbows still supporting her, she pulled gently on the throbbing rod with one hand until the unknown man responded by moving forward on his knees until the heated tip was pressing against her soft, moist lips. She exhaled, allowing her hot breath to flow over the cock-head with a maddening slowness.

"Come on… suck it. Suck it now!" the blonde heard the man groan. She taunted him a bit longer, never once taking her eyes away from the searing shaft to see who it might belong to. She skinned back the tiny bit of loose flesh just below the glans, and her tongue flicked out, the pointed tip coming into warm contact with the end of his cock. She circled around the smooth rubbery flesh as the strange man moaned and twisted over her from the teasing she was giving him. The tip of her slowly exploring tongue found the small vertical opening of his penis and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping out from his rising desire. The sharp pungent taste and male odor caused her nostrils to flare slightly into greater desire. Her hand slid to the base of the throbbing shaft, pushing it aside, and she gently grazed her nails over the soft, hairy flesh of his balls.

She began to place moist warm kisses on the man's penis, beginning at the top and tracing a tantalizing path down the full length of it to the base. Then she licked wetly back up again, Rita teased longer than she knew she should, but she was totally rattled from the heavy cock fucking up into her back passage.

Sensing that his wife didn't know whose cock she was about to suck, Owen grinned even wider. But her teasing was making him more impatient than ever, and with the sudden surge of strength, he reached down with his hands and grabbed two fistfuls of hair, tangling his fingers into her long blonde tresses and ramming his loins forward at her face. Rita resisted at first, not yet ready to take the cock into her mouth, but it was too late to struggle. The thick spongy cock slipped through her wetly gleaming lips, between the pearly whiteness of her teeth and on into the warm, wet moistness of her mouth. She could feel the spongy stiffness rub along the full length of her tongue and push itself all the way back into her throat. She closed her eyes again, wishing that she could swallow the whole of the hugely throbbing penis that filled her mouth with its pulsing thickness and protruded from her mouth like a huge live banana.

"Ooohhh… yeah… that's wonderful… that's it," Owen hissed down at her with selfish ardor as she began to pump her mouth up and down on him, her pinkly ovalled lips tightening for greater suction as she drew them all the way back to the desire-swollen head.

Owen looked over the back of his kneeling wife at the way Jack was fucking into her ass from behind. It was obvious to him that the older man's penis was unnaturally large, and the sheer size of the thing was driving his wife senseless. He wished the light were a little brighter so he could see better detail. He wanted to see the way his wife's asshole was stretched to impossible dimensions as the older man fucked in and out back there between the smoothly ovalled cheeks of Rita's ass. But at least he had the consolation that he was fucking now into his wife's mouth, and this thought made possible all that Kelly's oral stimulation had not. He arched his hips to sink all he could into his wife's throat when Rita was thrown forward by a heavy buttock-flattening fuck up into her from behind, and he felt her bringing her tongue into play as much as she could around his mouth-filling hardness.

Rita's eyes were still closed and she was numb to everything around her except the lust-searing cocks skewering into her at both ends. She did not notice the sudden brightness in the room or hear the snap of the switch that caused it, but both men did. Owen, twisting his head around, saw that Tina was standing by the wall switch, a huge smile splitting her face. Most of the other members of the club were taking a break from their own lustful activities to watch the incredibly happening in the living room floor. Everyone's eyes were fixed in disbelief at the three crazed interlocked bodies of Jack and Rita and Owen.

"Just fuck her in the mouth," Jack grinned pantingly when he saw that Owen was a little dumbfounded at this sudden turn of events. He had seen things like this before, and now that he had everyone watching him, he wanted to show everyone how a master fucker did it!

Everyone was staring intently as Owen resumed his mouth fucking and the two men suddenly sped up the pace of their double fucking into Rita's voluptuously curved body. Owen could hear the rasping sound of the other man's breathing becoming more and more excited by the moment, and his own impending orgasm was coming on strong. He could sense that Rita was nearing her own orgasm, and he fucked as deeply into her mouth and throat as he could, doing his best to bring her over the edge.

"AAAaaahhh…" Jack moaned as Rita felt her thighs and buttocks spread wide apart by one last ass-crushing lunge. The huge, lust-extended penis fucked as far as it could go up into her hotly engulfing belly. It began to jerk and spew out its fiery-hot liquid deep up inside her. She felt the heated fluid filling her asshole with a great rush as it flooded hotly into her, almost drowning her bowels. Then there were several convulsive little jerks of his loins up against the pelvis-flattened moons of her ass. With that, something strange began to take place in her own loins, a beautiful, electric, thrilling sensation that gathered in her nerves and threatened to burst them, building closer and closer, faster and sharper.

She mumbled something around the cock in her mouth and grunted in desperation as she fucked back wildly against the one still spewing out its hot liquid sperm inside her cock-filled rectum.

Then it happened to her!

She felt the glorious tremor of her own orgasm sweep through her nakedly sweating loins. Her pussy walls flowered wide with warm flowing gushes of heated cuntal fluid, and she closed her eyes with the power of her cumming. Then she felt the man behind her collapse backwards, his sperm-drained penis popping out of her forever-stretched rectum with a loud popping sound. She still had the other man's cock in her mouth and she wanted it to erupt in her throat and fill her hungrily yearning belly to the bursting. She continued to slide her saliva-heated mouth like a warm wet glove over the lasciviously thrusting shaft and lick the smooth spongy head with her tongue on her out-strokes. Any second now he would cum back into her throat. She could sense it, and the mere thought brought on fresh waves of lust inside her already cum drenched belly.

She sucked faster to keep pace with his ever increasing tempo of thrusts. Owen looked down at the lust-wild wife's beautiful face and plunged his penis harder, deeper between her cock-ovalled lips. Rita bobbed her head frantically up and down until the long cock began sudden spasmodic motions. She felt the man's hands shoot forward to press both sides of her mouth tighter to it.

"Oh… shit!" he swore as his cock jerked like a living thing and squirted hot jets of sperm deep into her hungrily working mouth and throat. Rita still sucked, swallowing the gushing cum, her neck constricting with the effort. She continued on and on, swirling her tongue around the cock head to wipe the man completely dry. His groans of pleasure slowly simmered to less noise moans of contentment, his hands no longer pressing against her cheeks. Then she felt the huge penis give one final spurt of the last remaining cum that sprayed far back against her tonsils. It was the last precious load, and he pulled his cock free from her lips, now appearing like a cream colored banana.

Rita gave a mighty moan and fell forward onto her belly, forgetting everything… forgetting that her husband was still somewhere in the room… forgetting that she had wanted to get back at him.

All she could think about were the tiny flutterings of after-pleasure rippling through her in voluptuous waves of delight.

That was really good honey, she heard the voice of the man whose cock she had just sucked say. Now that she was no longer under the spell of two penises in her body, she could see that the lights in the room were on, and she lifted her head up to see who her second benefactor had been.

As she moved her eyes up along the slightly twitching legs of the man, she noticed a familiarity about him that she found increasingly disturbing. While she had not really known it was Bob, that was what he had assumed, but as her eyes traveled from his calves to his thighs, and past his loins with depleted cock drooped to one side, and then to his powerful belly and chest, she could see who the man really was.

It was her husband! She had sucked her husband's cock without even knowing it.

She was afraid to bring her eyes to his face. What would he be thinking about? Sure, she had wanted to get revenge on him, but as long as that had been but a thought, she didn't have to face the reality. Now that it was all over and there was no turning back, she wondered just what he would do to her.

"Aren't you going to look at me?" Owen said, his voice remarkably soft and soothing. "I'd like to thank you for sucking my penis like that. It was wonderful, and I'm certain you'll do as well the next time."

Slowly, she managed to lift her head the rest of the way, her eyes meeting his.

He was smiling! She had never expected him to be doing that. As soon as her initial fear and embarrassment had passed, she had remembered that he had been pretty busy with another woman right in the same room, and she was all set to defend her actions.

But even that wasn't necessary. His smile didn't tell her everything she needed to know about what he was thinking, but he wasn't holding anything against her.

"Honey… I… what can I say?" her voice quavered. Even though she could see that he wasn't angry at her, she didn't know what he was thinking.

"Why don't you tell him that you really liked having his cock in your mouth, and you want to suck him off again?" Tina suggested.

"And you, you big lug," Bob added, "suppose you get that mouth of yours around her cunt. My God, you two. Something wonderful has just happened. You should take full advantage of it."

Both Owen and Rita looked at their host and hostess. Then Owen looked at his wife. "I think we have one or two things to clear up."

Rita was instantly relieved. She wanted to talk to her husband… finally get everything out in the open. She reached out to him, and he took her hand, pulling her to a standing position with him, and they walked out of the living room to a more secluded bedroom of the house…

***

"I just had to get away from all those people for a moment," Owen said softly when they were in one of the Reeds' bedrooms. "There are things we should have said to each other long ago."

"I know honey," Rita said, searching through her mind for those things that had to be said. "I… I felt pretty lonely when you stormed out of the house like that last week."

"So did I," Owen said sheepishly. "And I want to say right here and now that I didn't stay alone for very long. I… I happened to meet Tina Reed, and I went, well, we came here, and…"

"You don't have to say anything more," Rita said. "Bob came over to our house, and well, I was feeling pretty bad…"

Owen stared at his wife for a long hard moment. "It sounds to me as though they've been planning something like this far a long time," he said, a small hint of anger in his voice.

"It certainly looks that way," Rita answered.

"They have some nerve," Owen said, clenching his fists. "I ought to beat the two of them into pulps for interfering with our lives like that."

"Please… honey… you can't do that. Things were pretty bad between us. You have to admit that we were both acting like children. We wouldn't have listened to words. Some people can only learn by experience."

"You're a lot smarter than you look." Owen grinned at her.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she retorted, smiling herself. "Look who I married."

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun when we get back home. I can admit now that there was more than a grain of truth to what you told me about my failing to satisfy you. I can accept the possibility of that."

"I think you're wasting your time now with that thinking," she said, circling his hard muscled nakedness with the softness of her arms. "I don't think you'll have any more problems in that department. All it took was a little variation in your life. Making the transition from college to work is not an easy thing."

"I guess we owe a great deal to the Reeds."

"Suppose we go oat there and pay up," she suggested. "There are a lot of things I want to learn before I try them out on you."

"And there's a lot of things I have to brush up on before I try them out on you," he answered. "You realize than when Kelly was sucking my cock, I couldn't cum? From one extreme to the other."

"Then I would say that you owe her a belly full of sperm."

They walked from the bedroom, their arms around each other. When the other members of the club saw that they had returned, there was a cheer.

"Everything all right?" Bob asked, Tina on one side of him and Kate Wilhelm on the other.

"Couldn't be better," Owen answered for himself and his wife.

"Then suppose we get cracking. There's still a party going on. Kelly would like a little something from Owen, and if Rita thinks she's learned all there is to know, she's got another think coming."

The new members separated to different comers of the living room. Owen's cock was once again becoming hard, and his mind was reeling with several things he wanted to do to Kelly.

On the other side of the room, Rita shivered as Bob's face came closer and closer to her belly, his tongue finally flicking out to last at her once-again quivering flesh. She reached up and grasped his penis, fondling it while she waited for her next lesson… knowing that she had a perfect teacher for the things she would have to know to keep her husband happy…

Content

Vance Caldwell
The impotent husband

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

WHY NOT?

CHAPTER SIX