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WARNING:
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and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an 
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                         The Reluctant Swappers
                            by Grant Roberts



                               Chapter 1

     Ron Fleming felt relieved as he finally began to free himself from 
the clutches of the artificial redhead who chattered mindlessly at him 
in a secluded corner of the smoky, half-lit room. He sensed the girl 
making one last attempt to catch his attention, as she punctuated a 
particularly inane remark by leaning her empty head up against his 
shoulder in a tipsy parody of suggestiveness, smiling up at him with a 
naivete as transparent as the watery drink she was holding in her hand. 
Ron pivoted expertly, caught her free arm in his, and maneuvered her 
effortlessly to a small sofa, where he'd spotted a small, quiet, mousy 
man sitting silently alone with a glass of untasted ginger ale clasped 
tightly in both hands Ron hurried through an informal introduction, not 
knowing either of their names, and then turned back to the party leaving 
them already engrossed in a vigorous smiling, one-sided conversation.
     Moving his tall, handsomely built body through the strident jumble 
of cocktail conversation, Ron made his way once more to the bar, 
stopping along the way to pick up another odorless, tasteless cheese 
thing from a tray filled with unimaginative snacks. He was famished. 
There was nothing worse than coming to a party expecting dinner, only to 
find that there was none. It took a particular kind of host to invite 
people at 7:00 in the evening and ignore the fact that they just might 
possibly think the early hour indicated dinner, and Oliver Lewis was 
just such a host. Ron poured himself out another drink, passed a hand 
through his dark, styled hair, and wondered why the hell he'd come in 
the first place.
     He spotted his wife, Sharon, through the maze of lighted cigarettes 
and clinking glasses, standing across the room in conversation with a 
short, balding man. Ron could see her forcing her smiles, and nodding 
her head in response to his undoubtedly boring conversation, and he 
smiled to himself as he wondered just what purpose this kind of party 
had, except to allow a group of dull people to infect their friends with 
the emptiness of their own lives.
     He noticed that Sharon had caught him looking at her' and saw the 
plea to come and save her written all over her face. He smiled and waved 
teasingly at her, and then made his way through the crowded room to her. 
As he approached, he could hear the balding man saying something about 
what a wonderful time he and his wife had had the year before she'd 
died, touring the ancient Aztec ruins of central America.
     "Oh darling," said Sharon, interrupting her  tormentor gratefully, 
"I'd like you to meet Mr. ...?" She turned to the short man 
questioningly.
     "... Larsen is the name, Nils Larsen. I'm Norwegian." And he stuck 
out a small, pudgy hand.
     "Well, I thought I saw: something of the Viking in you Mr. Larsen. 
I'm Ron Fleming." Ron took the preferred hand, felt it rest limply in 
his grip for a moment, and then restored it to its owner.
     "I was just telling your lovely wife about the magnificence of some 
of the old, pre-Columbian American Indian civilizations, Mr. Fleming 
..."
     "That sounds fascinating, Mr. Larsen. In fact, I've always thought 
there were valuable lessons to be learned from old, pre-Columbian 
American Indian civilizations ..." Ron stumbled over the words.  "... 
but I hope you don't mind if I spirit my wife away from you for a few 
moments, I've got an old friend over here she's just got to meet."
     "Not at all, sir, not at all," the little man beamed. "I'm 
privileged to have been able to converse with the lovely lady for as 
long as I have."
     "You're so right, Mr. Larsen," Ron said, guiding Sharon around him 
towards the other end of the room. "I promise we'll get back together 
before the evening's over. How's that?"
     "Splendid, sir, splendid! I shall look forward to it!"
     "Thank you Mr. Larsen, for your little lecture," Sharon tossed back 
over her shoulder at him.
     The pudgy man said nothing, but beamed modestly, and then turned to 
seek the crowded room for his next victim.
     "Oh God," Sharon whispered as she made her way with Ron to a far 
corner of the room, "Torture me, stretch me on the rack, anything but 
that."
     "You mean Mr. Larsen?" Ron teased. "A truly fascinating man, I 
think. And a Norwegian too. How exotic. You know, he's the first bald 
Viking I've ever met."
     Sharon giggled, and passed her smoothly exposed arm around her 
husband's lean waist. Her long blonde hair ran with carefree abandon 
down her neck, stretching itself out to the small of her sensuous, 
voluptuously formed back. She was a full head shorter than her husband, 
and as they crossed the crowded room, looked like a college cheerleader 
out on a date with the football team's star end. Her youthfully alive 
body belied her 28 years, and with her husband they made an exciting, 
beautifully exuberant couple. They loved each other with the same 
delightful abandon that had marked their earlier dating years, and it 
contrasted sharply with the tired, dull faces of the other couples at 
the party.
     Just then, one of the couples they'd been introduced to at the 
beginning of the evening, Dick and Myra Green, made their way over to 
them. Dick Green was of medium height, and fairly heavy set, but had the 
build of a former athlete who still managed to keep in shape. He had 
dark, intelligent eyes, and a broad, friendly, contagious smile that 
complemented his easy-going manner. He was carrying a half-finished 
glass of beer in one hand. His wife, Myra, was tall and lithe with raven 
black hair and a pair of luminescent, green eyes. She wore a tightly 
clinging red dress which hugged and caressed her slender, high-breasted 
body, and accentuated the easy, sensual sway of her tightly mooned 
buttocks. As they approached, Ron's mind immediately and unconsciously 
pictured her as the archetypal seething seductress, the kind of woman 
who, at one time or another, manages to occupy the dreams of every man.
     "Hello there, Fleming," Dick Green said heartily as they came up. 
"Rotten party isn't it?"
     "Do you want the truth?" Ron answered, returning Dick's smile.
     "The whole truth, but keep it clean."
     "Well, it's not only rotten, it's tortuous."
     Dick laughed aloud, and hugged his beautiful wife closer to him, 
gazing at the same time at Sharon Fleming's curvaceous body with 
unabashed admiration.
     "Myra was just saying mat if this disaster was any duller, we'd 
have to send out for the morticians." He laughed with infectious 
amusement.
     "Well, I wish we could send out for the  caterers," Sharon moaned. 
"We thought it was  for dinner, and we're about to starve to death." 
     "Oh no, that's too much," Myra Green said in a low, almost breathy 
voice, "Not you too!"
     Ron and Sharon looked at each other in surprise.
     "You mean you two thought ..." Ron asked.
     "Of course!" Myra laughed. "Who gives a  party at 7:00 without 
food. We've been hovering like vultures over the snack bar just trying 
to keep our stomachs from turning inside out. I don't think I ever want 
to see another ... whatever they are, those awful cheese cracker olive 
things ...."
     "Well, at least they're better than the green pepper cream cheese 
things!" Dick laughed out loud. And the four of them began to giggle 
uncontrollably with their private joke, trying to suppress their mirth 
unsuccessfully until a few other couples around them began staring and 
wondering what was so funny.
     "Shhhh ..." Sharon managed through the tears that were forming in 
her eyes, "People are looking."
     "What the hell, honey' they're probably as hungry as we are," Ron 
whispered, and they all convulsed again.
     Finally they quieted down, and after talking awhile longer, agreed 
to leave the party and go  together to find something to still the 
growlings in their stomachs. It was only nine, but they could always say 
they were coming back. They agreed to meet out by their cars, and 
separately made their way across the room to find their host. Ron and 
Sharon carefully avoided one corner where the bald Viking was 
entertaining some particularly ugly wallflowers with a description of 
Scandinavia as it must have been in the time of Eric the Red. The host 
was found, Ron and Sharon thanked him warmly for the wonderful party, 
and then fled gratefully out into the cool summer night. They waited for 
a few moments, until Dick and Myra Green joined them and then, giggling 
again, piled into their cars. Ron and Sharon followed the Greens, and 
laughed as they pulled into the first diner they came to, a rather dirty 
looking greasy spoon.
     "It may not look like much," yelled Dick Green as they climbed out 
of their cars, "but it's better than olives and cream cheese."
     They made their way into the diner, which wasn't as bad inside as 
it had seemed outside, and ordered the deluxe $2.75 steak all around. 
They settled down in their booth with four tall glasses of beer, and the 
men loosened their ties.
     "Well," Dick said raising his glass of beer, "here's a toast. Let's 
all drink to ... the S.T.E.D.A.B.P."
     They all laughed, raised their glasses high in mock salute, and 
drank long and hard. Sharon finished first, and turned her head to Dick.
     "What's the S.T.D.P. ... whatever it was," she asked innocently.
     "Wait a minute, let me get it again its ... the ... S.T.E.D.A.B.P. 
The Society to Eradicate Dull And Boring Parties." Dick answered and 
they all laughed again. The beers were quickly finished, and they 
ordered another round.
     "Tell me Ron," Myra said, her smoldering eyes resting on him in a 
way that made his heart imperceptibly quicken its pace, "how did you get 
invited to this evening's abortion?"
     "Ollie Lewis is one of my many bosses," Ron answered, putting his: 
arm around his wife's small waist. "I guess he just felt like being 
democratic." 
     "One of your many bosses?" Dick echoed. "What kind of work do you 
do, Ron?"
     "Well, that's kind of hard to say," Ron chuckled. "I'm sort of a 
free-lance dabbler in the arts. I write a small syndicated column about 
artsy things in the area."
     "Oh, darling, you make it sound so casual," Sharon broke in, and 
went on to explain, "He writes for four or five newspapers and a couple 
of magazines, you know, art criticism and film reviews, that kind of 
think. He just got back today, as a matter of fact, from an assignment 
in Hollywood."
     "Really?" breathed Myra. "What were you doing down there, Ron?"
     "Oh, nothing much really. Martin Epstein, the film director, had an 
interior set he had to make look like a l9th century art gallery, and he 
needed some help making it look authentic, you know, so that all the 
paintings and sculpture and things were in keeping with the times and 
the tastes of the people involved. It was much duller than it sounds, 
though."
     "Well, it doesn't sound dull at all to me," Dick said. "It sure 
beats working in a bank."
     "Dick's vice-president of the City National Bank," Myra explained, 
straightening her delicious, high breasted body proudly.
     "One of many vice-presidents," Dick added. "It's even duller than 
it sounds."
     "Well, I don't think it sounds dull at all," Sharon interjected. 
"Just think of working with all that money!" They all laughed.
     "Myra's something of an artist herself," Dick said.
     "Oh, really? What kind of work do you do?" Ron asked her.
     "Mainly oils," the dark-eyed woman answered. "But it's all strictly 
amateur. I don't really have much confidence in it."
     "Well, you should," her husband asserted. "I think it's fine stuff, 
and she just goes around all the time bad-mouthing it. You ought to get 
Ron out to see it sometime, dear, I'm sure he'd be able to convince you 
it's pretty damn good." Ron and Sharon didn't catch the look that passed 
between the Greens.
     Their steaks arrived, and all four of them  looked doubtfully at 
the dry, tough slices of meat. Ron asked for ketchup, and they began to 
bravely attack the leather-like slabs.
     "I think it's fighting back," Dick chuckled as his knife finally 
managed to saw through his steak, and they all laughed.
     After they'd finished, and paid their bill, they went outside into 
the freshness of the summer night, and stood by their parked cars saying 
goodnight.
     "Well, I guess even the party was worth the chance to meet you 
folks," Dick said, again smiling his personal, contagious smile.
     "We feel the same way," Sharon answered, "Don't we, dear?"
     Ron nodded his head, and turned to smile warmly at Dick's seductive 
wife.
     "We'll have to get together again sometime," he said, "maybe under 
slightly more convivial circumstances."
     "That's a deal," Myra smiled invitingly. "Maybe I can talk you into 
coming over sometime and taking a look at some of my little scribblings, 
I mean my paintings."
     "I'd love to," Dick smiled at her, "Why don't you call me sometime 
and arrange it."
     "All right, but that's a promise. No backing out. And you've got to 
promise to say nice things."
     "Cross my heart and hope to die."
     They all laughed once more, said goodnight, and climbed into their 
cars. With a final wave, Dick and Myra sped out of the parking lot, and 
disappeared down the unlighted street.
     Ron turned to his wife, and kissed her warmly. "I like the Greens. 
They're good people."
     "Mmmm, I think so too. But you're nicer."
     "And you're a little tipsy."
     "Well," Sharon smiled into his face, "You're not mister cold sober 
yourself."
     Now that she mentioned it, Ron did feel quite high from all the 
party drinks and the three beers they'd had with dinner. He turned to 
his wife and caressed her suggestively around the smoothly rounded mound 
of her breasts.
     "I guess I'm not. What do you say we go on home and fall into a 
nice warm bed, mmmm?"
     "I bet that's been on your mind all evening," Sharon chided, almost 
properly.
     "After a week by myself in Hollywood," Ron grinned, "You bet it 
has."
     "Oh, you're just an animal," she said softly, teasingly, but there 
was a light trace of reproach in her voice.
     "You bet I am, honey, you bet I am!" he said fervently.

                             *     *     *

     "I'm going to fuck Sharon Fleming," Dick Green said, "And you, my 
dear, are going to help me do it."
     Myra smiled, stretching languorously on the front seat of the car, 
as they sped home through the darkened streets. "Of course, darling," 
she answered. "After all, Ron Fleming is a handsome and desirable man 
... I'm going to enjoy getting laid by him just as much as you're going 
to enjoy fucking the lovely Mrs. Fleming."
     "Goddamn, but you're the hottest woman I ever knew," Dick said with 
some pride. "You just love cock, don't you, baby?"
     "Just like you love pussy, sweetheart."
     Dick reached out and put a hand on her firmly curved thigh, just at 
the point where the red dress rode high on her lap. He began to stroke 
the feathery surface lightly. She slid over next to him and, without a 
word, laid the palm of her slim hand on the crotch of his slacks. His 
penis, already aroused from the lewd conversation, began growing even 
harder as he felt her light touch through his trousers.
     "Mmmmmmm, little Dickie's ready, isn't he?" she said in a seductive 
voice.
     "He's always ready," he chuckled. "Just like his wife's sweet 
little cunt."
     "How convenient, dear. How very convenient," Myra murmured, 
beginning to lightly stroke his long hard cock with her palm while his 
hand moved higher along her smooth warm thigh. "But how do you plan to 
make the Flemings ready, darling? They don't strike me as swingers at 
all."
     "No, they're not. That's what makes them such attractive 
prospects," Dick answered her. "But I've got a plan I think might work."
     "What's that, dear?"
     "I'll tell you when we get home."
     "Oh, but sweetheart, I want to know," Myra said, and her fingers 
found the zipper of his fly and worked it down deftly. The throbbing 
length of his huge rod pushed the thin folds of his underpants out 
through the fly opening, straining for escape. But Myra kept it 
imprisoned inside, stroking the rigidly pulsing flesh with knowledgeable 
fingers; she knew how to torment a man in many ways: by touch, by word, 
by manipulation of her own voluptuously ripened body. Dick was breathing 
faster under her tantalizing caresses, and Myra shivered with 
anticipation. She could feel her impatiently twitching cunt begin to 
seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panty briefs as she 
ground her smooth round buttocks down against the leather of the seat. 
"Tell me the plan, lover," she said softly, seductively.
     "We're ... ohhhh ... almost home!" Dick panted. "Damn you!"  Her 
expertly moving hand was rubbing in little circles over his heatedly 
straining cock now, using the material of his underpants to taunt and 
rub the blood-engorged glans into near-explosion. His own hand went 
higher along her sleek inner thigh, and his fingers found the warm 
dampness of her panties. He wormed his outstretched middle finger inside 
the elastic leg band, dipping the fingertip into the slippery juices of 
her hotly throbbing vagina, causing a low, soft moan of sheer 
animalistic pleasure to escape her throat. '`How do you like that, you 
little prick-teaser?" he hissed breathlessly.
     "Ohhhhh lover!" 
     The bank vice-president's middle finger deep into the warmly 
clasping pussy while his forefinger found the quivering miniature 
phallus of her aroused little clitoris; he began thrusting and caressing 
with provocative slowness back and forth until she was grinding her hips 
faster and faster down against the seat, her loins hungrily surging 
upward against his fingers as if trying to beckon both of them deep 
inside her heatedly palpitating vaginal cavity. "You'll wait until we 
get home, won't you, baby?" Dick whispered.
     "Aaaaaggghhh, hhmmmmmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss, I'll 
waitttttttttt! But drive fast-teeeeeer!"
     Dick grinned triumphantly, eased his finger away from her warmly 
perfumed cunt, and let his hand rest on her gently trembling thigh. She 
allowed her fingers to remain on his still-hardened cock, but they 
weren't moving now; her eyes were closed as she leaned against him, 
letting the exotically exciting sensations his probing finger had caused 
ripple deliciously through her entire body.
     It wasn't long before the headlights of their car picked out their 
rambling ranch style home from the other luxurious houses along Oro 
Canyon Road. Dick pulled the car up in front of the double front doors, 
cut the engine, and shut off the lights. He got out of the car, managed 
to close his fly over the still pulsating hugeness of his erect penis, 
and walked stiffly around the car to help his wife out.
     "How about a little drink, baby?"
     "You're on," Myra winked up at him, and eased her lushly seductive 
body out of the car. "And then you'll tell me how we're going to get the 
Flemings to pay ball, right?"
     "I might, baby, if you're nice to me."
     Myra closed the car door behind her, and brazenly pressed her full 
ripe breasts up against her husband.
     "Aren't I always nice to you, sweetheart?"
     Dick smiled, and ran his lips teasingly over his wife's partially 
opened mouth. Then he led her into their sprawling home and switched on 
the lights in the expensively furnished living room, before making his 
way to the impressive, well-stocked bar at one end.
     "Scotch all right?" he called to her as she disappeared down the 
hallway to their bedroom.
     "And no ice," she called back, turning on the lights in the very 
large, almost palatial bedroom.
     Dick finished making their drinks, and followed his wife down the 
hall where he discovered Myra undoing the two buttons on the front of 
her dress. Then slowly, seductively, she used her palms and rhythmically 
undulated her ripe young body to slide the garment down along her body 
until it lay puddled at her feet. Her green eyes were heavily lidded, 
smoky, and she watched his face intently as she stripped. She stood 
there, dressed now only in brassiere and panties.  Tantalizingly, like 
an exotic dancer practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked 
the brassiere fastenings, slowly pulling it away from her firm white 
breasts, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last 
to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She held the brassiere out at arm's length 
to cup her full, fleshy mounds, kneading them as a lover would. Finally, 
she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over 
her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely 
naked.
     "Like it, lover?" she purred throatily.
     "Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the 
bedroom!" Dick groaned, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he 
wouldn't have had it any other way. His eyes roamed over her sensual, 
well-tanned body, and came to rest on the fleecy down framing the wet, 
pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right; in all the 
time they had been married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any 
more than she did - a few had come close, but none had ever surpassed 
her. And that was one hell of a compliment, considering the number of 
women Dick Green had had in that time.
     Myra reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she 
stepped over to the king-sized, double bed and lay down on the satin 
spread, spreading her legs wide in a wanton invitation, exposing the 
naked, wetly palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She rotated her 
hips lewdly against the satin spread, arching them up and lowering them 
again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, 
baby?" she asked in a husky voice.
     "Goddamn right I am!" Dick said. Quickly, he undressed and yanked 
his underpants down. He stood there with his great, pulsating cock 
standing out from his groin, the unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, 
clear droplets of arousal. Myra stared hungrily at it, moistening her 
wetly parted lips with her tongue as if already tasting the seeping 
fluid in the warm sucking caverns of her mouth.
     "Come on," she urged. "Lie down beside mommy."
     "And what's mommy going to do then?"
     "Mommy's going to take that big lovely old cock of yours and suck 
every last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Myra whispered 
lewdly up at him.
     Damn! Dick thought. She really knows how to get a guy heated up, 
talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you 
verbally if such a thing were possible. His rigidly thick cock quivered 
and throbbed in anticipation. But first, he owed her a little teasing 
for what she had done to him in the car on the way home, before he took 
her up on her offer to blow him. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to 
her, close enough to allow her hand to snake out and encircle his 
eagerly jerking penis. She immediately began to stroke and massage the 
turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth, before slipping her hand 
underneath to cup and caress his sperm-laden balls, cradling their heavy 
softness in her palm.
     He stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and 
removed her hand. "First things first," he said.
     "What do you mean, lover?"
     "You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?"
     "Oh, daddy! Tell me afterwards!"
     "No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear 
about it earlier."
     She returned her hand to his massively throbbing cock and 
testicles, rubbing, caressing. "Please, baby," she crooned. "I'm hot 
now, and I want to suck you. Come on, let mommy suck you now, and then 
you can tell me all about your plan."
     "No," Dick said, mentally laughing at being able to play it cool at 
a time like this. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at 
her, watching her impatiently undulating her hips, her tongue still 
flicking along her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-
hard expanse of his penis and at the wrinkled sac of his sperm-bloated 
balls. "Now the way I figure it, Ron Fleming is the one to work on 
first. He's a man, and therefore he's more susceptible than Sharon."
     "So you plan to get to her through him," Myra said. She stretched 
out her leg full-length frowning a little petulantly, and began to 
stroke his naked thigh with her foot, wiggling her big toe upward to 
touch the rigid hot flesh of his cock until he reluctantly pushed her 
leg away and continued.
     "That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it 
from what Ron promised you tonight about coming over and seeing some of 
your paintings."
     Myra lowered her hand and began to lightly stroke her belly with 
her fingertips, teasing the feathery softness of her pubic mound, then 
trailing lower down between her legs so that she was rubbing in a slow, 
even tempo the warm moistness of her cuntal mouth. She teased her erect 
little clitoris, knowing that Dick became even more aroused from 
watching her. She knew that he really enjoyed watching her play with 
herself, and she was so hot for his hard pulsating cock now that she was 
pulling out all stops to get him to stop talking.
     Dick opened his mouth to continue and then swallowed hard at the 
sight of his wife boldly finger-fucking herself, thrusting her 
outstretched middle finger in and out of her wetly glistening vagina 
with deft strokes. As she did so, she pushed her gleaming white buttocks 
down farther on the bed, coming nearer to him ... and this time he 
didn't pull away! Her hand seized his wildly throbbing cock again and 
began to stroke it; then, before he was able to fend her off, she rose 
up and pressed her nakedly ripe body against his, forcing him back into 
a prone position across the width of the satin bedspread.
     "Damn it, Myra, I'm trying to tell you about-" he began, but then 
he stopped as his wife began to trail her softly moist lips along the 
side of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, and down his hairy 
chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue 
back and forth across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the 
girth of his well-muscled belly. He groaned at the stimulations her 
warmly wet lips were sending through his body and thrust his hips down 
hard against the bed. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his eagerly 
beating cock now, over his testicles, reached under his naked body to 
probe briefly at the tightly puckered ring of his anus, and then 
retraced their path back to his rigidly quivering penis.
     "The plan ..." Dick began weakly.
     "Oh, come on, baby! I know what the plan is," Myra whispered to him 
as she continued her expert caressing of his now fully aroused penile 
shaft. "Ron Fleming comes out here to look at my paintings, only we 
don't look at my paintings, and then you get to Sharon Fleming while 
we're ... uhh ... preoccupied with discussion of art. Right?" Her full 
moistened lips brushed maddeningly against the lust-swollen head of his 
cock as if punctuating her statement.
     "Yeah," Dick breathed heavily, hardly able to keep himself from 
ramming his massively pulsating shaft into Myra's wickedly beckoning 
mouth. "But don't you want to know how I'm going to get to Sharon 
Fleming?"
     "That's your problem, dear. I'm sure you'll think of something." 
And with that, Myra put an end to all conversation for the time being, 
as she closed her wetly ovaled lips around the turgid length of her 
husband's quivering cock, forcing an intense sigh of pleasure from his 
lips, and causing his eyes to roll behind his half closed lids. With a 
sudden rush, Dick's thoughts left the plans he had been busy making all 
evening and centered now only on the desire to empty his sperm-filled, 
wildly throbbing balls into the soft warm cavern of his wife's eagerly 
sucking mouth.



                               Chapter 2

     "Weren't the Greens nice?" Sharon said again, as she and Ron walked 
into the bedroom of their small, but tastefully furnished home. "I was 
certainly glad to meet them."
     "Saved the night, that's for sure," Ron agreed. He sat down on the 
bed and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for 
them, I would have climbed the walls. There's simply no reason to put up 
with people you don't like, and I always feel like an absolute fool when 
I do anyway." Ron chided himself. "Why the hell do we go to these 
things? I never seem to learn." Ron felt the alcohol he had drunk that 
night rise in him along with his exasperation, making him slightly dizzy 
and off-balance.
     "Undo me, will you dear?"
     Ron reached over and unzipped his wife's dress unsteadily, and then 
watched lovingly as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly 
slid down the long beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the 
length of her shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her 
half slip, pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.
     "Ohhhhhh!" Sharon exclaimed, jumping forward from the electric 
contact of his fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of 
her inner thighs, especially in that nakedly smooth place above the tops 
of her nylons. "Oh, stop it, Ron, that tickles."
     Ron frowned slightly, and sat again on the bed. He detected a note 
of reproach in her voice, a note he had heard often in their married 
years. He knew his wife enjoyed sex and being aroused, but it was almost 
as though she didn't want to admit that fact to herself. He continued to 
stroke her long tapered legs, moving his hand up to tantalize the pubic 
mound so provocatively prominent under the silk crotch band of her 
panties. She wiggled her ripe flaring hips as if in protest, but didn't 
step away.
     "Ohhhhhh, Ron. Oh darling! I love you so much!" Sharon turned 
suddenly, almost as if to escape the maddening caress of his fingers, 
and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him 
hard as they embraced passionately.
     How lucky I am, Sharon thought to herself. Landing Ron for a 
husband was a coup d'etat of the first order. She must have been courted 
by at least ten other men, and he had been constantly surrounded by 
other women, yet somehow she had won him away from all the other girls. 
He was going to be a success, she had implicit faith in that. He was 
confident of his writing skill, and his art columns had been nationally 
recognized as the work of a talented writer and critic.
     And she was important to him. He had told her so, many times, and 
she made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all 
in her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key 
element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course, he 
was so wrapped up in his work that it seemed that they weren't as close 
as they used to be, and in the evenings, he was often so tired and 
frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as before ... and 
this worried her. Not that she needed it so very much, oh, she did, but 
not as often as a man does, but because Ron didn't seem to respond as 
much as he used to.
     A slight spark of worry crossed Sharon's mind as she hugged and 
kissed her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had the 
excitement of their sex life lost its luster, and Ron become bored with 
her? He didn't seem to be bored now, not with his heated lips pressed so 
tightly to hers, or his quiet moaning from deep within his throat as his 
arousal became stronger, or the hard throbbing lump of his rising penis 
as it stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she concluded. 
He loved her more than ever.
     Ron turned his head and smiled at his young wife. She returned his 
smile coyly, and his hands slid along her sides and then cupped the 
tightly clenched alabaster mounds of her buttocks. He moved his fingers 
higher, connecting with the tight elastic band of her panties, running 
his hands along the warm satiny skin. She squirmed beneath his touch, 
then let her loins ease timidly up into his hardening penis only for a 
moment.
     Then, without warning, she stood up, almost businesslike, arched 
her back and unsnapped her brassiere. The white cups fell from her 
breasts like petals from ivory rose buds, and she stood for a moment 
with the ruby tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her 
thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and half slip, and 
removed them in one easy, graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser 
beside her. Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching nakedly 
out along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.
     Damn! Ron thought, turning to stare at her beauty, there's no other 
woman like hers and she looks just as beautiful now as yesterday or last 
week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no denying that, and his 
breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of the abandoned pose she 
had taken. And yet there was something that bothered him, a slight doubt 
in the back of his mind that made him wonder if her smoothly graceful 
movements were spontaneous or somehow performed almost dutifully.
     He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the 
well-rounded, almost sculpted curves of succulent flesh next to him. 
Sharon lay back against the pillow, her long lithe legs moving up and 
down, her toes digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as 
she closed her eyes. She squirmed her smoothly rounded buttocks down 
into the mattress, aware of the licentious effect her actions were 
having on her husband, enjoying the seductive exhibition of her body and 
the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.
     Ron didn't waste any more time but yanked at his clothes, not even 
bothering to get off the bed, tearing one of the buttons off his shirt 
in his haste to make himself naked with his deliciously inviting wife. 
It took him only a moment, and then he rolled to a kneeling position on 
the bed and looked down at Sharon's nakedly enticing form. His thick, 
blood enriched penis throbbed and beat out in front of him like a second 
heart.
     "I'm ready, baby, ready right now," he grinned down at her. He 
roamed his hands over her, playing with the soft warm firmness of her 
thighs and breasts, stopping once to tweak her rubied nipples into rock-
hard firmness before running an outstretched finger down the shadowy 
valley between her full, high set white breasts. She squirmed slightly, 
her face round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about it. He felt 
his groin abruptly draw in with a hot hungry need. It was like making 
love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and 
seeing the passion overcome the natural reluctance of "the first time." 
Sharon's long silken hair hung over her shoulders and curled across her 
ripe budded breasts. Between her widespread legs, which were shaped by a 
master craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which 
coffered her blushing pink vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the 
light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like 
honeyed dew on the pubic hair up between her thighs. Ron chided himself 
for his doubts about her willingness to have sex with him. The warmly 
gleaming furrow between her legs showed without doubt that she wanted 
him and wanted him now!
     He leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he 
crushed his hungry mouth against her warmly pulsating vagina, trying to 
suck up every sweet flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his 
tongue against her wetly quivering cuntal lips with yearning heat. 
Sharon moaned, but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him.
     "No ... no ... not that, Ron! You know I don't like you to kiss me 
there. No, please stop ... please stop ... please!" Her arms encircled 
his head and pulled him upward along her naked young body toward her 
warm pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, 
darling," she whispered, `'Not down there ..."
     Ron didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of 
his wife's lushly ripened body and ground his lips onto hers. There it 
was again, the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship! He had 
tried for all the time they had been sleeping together to show her the 
intense erotic arousal coming from his lips against her cunt, her mouth 
around his penis. He had been blown by other girls many times in the 
past, before Sharon and he were married. He wanted her to do the same to 
him to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the heated 
pulsating velvet-like insides of her cuntal lips. He could shut his eyes 
and imagine that butter soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically 
around his wildly jerking cock, and the very thought made him tense his 
loins, even as he kissed his wife on her warm wet mouth. He wanted to 
cum inside her there, to spurt his white hot sperm into her throat as he 
had into other's throats, and hear her mewling and crooning with the 
desire of love as he did so.
     And he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her erect little 
clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue 
tip around and around her vagina, until at last he plunged his tongue 
deep into the sweetly clasping cavern of her pussy, to soak up the 
secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving 
his tongue in and out of her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.
     He held her tight to him and felt her nakedly warm body as it 
undulated beneath him, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his 
anxiously beating penis until it throbbed with a rock-like hardness.
     "Oh ... baby! Sharon moaned. - "Darling, darling, I want you so 
badly ..."
     "Yes ... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly in 
between her open thighs, and she rubbed her hot, hair protected cunt 
against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with 
barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press gently in 
against the throbbing virility of his maleness. His head swam from the 
alcohol he'd drunk, and his long thick cock seeped with desire from her 
touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her smoothly warm 
skin. His massively rigid penis jerked, jumping as though it was ready 
to spew its churning white seminal fluid right now. Once more he drove 
his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it 
with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling erotic 
excitement through him.
     The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he 
entered her warmly clasping vagina and began to pound his cock to a 
fulfilling explosion and flooded his brain. He knew every action, every 
motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He 
was aroused and wanted her, but ... but what? What was nagging at the 
back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the 
sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time, and 
the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been 
replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife, but the 
spice was gone. He lifted his head and lay his cheek against her soft 
hair.
     "Is ... there something wrong, Ron?" she whispered.
     "What? Oh, no, of course not. I ... was thinking how beautiful you 
are," he lied.
     His delicious wife began to shiver beneath him, her firm sleek 
thighs rubbing his loins in what appeared to be hunger. `'You want to 
make love to me, don't you?" she breathed.
     "Yes, yes I want to."
     "How ...?" her question was unexpected, and sent an electrifying 
current through him. It was really something new to hear her ask for a 
good screwing, but then to want to know how! Yes, change was what was 
needed, for his eagerly pulsing cock leaped spontaneously with the added 
dimension.
     "Hard!" he replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"
     "Oh, Ron, do it now! I want you inside me ... now!" she cried.
     He drew her naked young body closer to him and moved one hand down 
to encase the smooth round buttocks, his hand over the softly yielding 
crevice which halved them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a 
hand between them and grasped his long fleshy hardness. Ron choked with 
the cool contact of her fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips 
harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full 
sensual length of her body against him grinding and pushing, and then 
she spread her legs and thighs wide, almost too casually, and his 
massively thick penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her 
waiting wet cunt, the thin, hair lined archway to her innermost being 
dilated with the desire for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his 
bulbous, aching shaft and drew it closer, sliding its hot pulsating head 
up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender pink 
flesh until its lust-expanded knob rested against her wetly quivering 
cuntal entrance.
     "There, Ron ... right there."
     He lunged forward as he drove into her widespread pussy and felt 
the hot, rubbery passage clasp tightly around his thickened shaft and 
absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. The warmly clasping sensation 
along the length of his pulsating cock drove all thoughts from his mind 
except to lose his pent-up seed into the depths of her tight little 
cunt. It was warm and tight in there, as though he had been the first to 
enter that fevered domain, and the fluids helped her take him easily, 
wetting and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood 
swollen  head hit her cervix and simultaneously his sperm bloated 
testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm, muscle taut cheeks of 
her ass. He moved harder, flexing his long hard penis as she moaned, 
embedded beneath his driving cudgel.  He ground his pelvis into her 
savagely, feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained upward 
to meet his pounding jerks, until her nakedly writhing loins were inches 
off the bed. His alcohol-fuzzed mind began to play tricks on him, and he 
thought he sensed a pulling back on Sharon's part, a vague hesitation 
that made him force his loins down on her with even greater violence. He 
angled his hips and drove into her brutally, trying to establish a 
rhythm.
     "Ohhhh, darling, wait ..." Sharon called to him, surprised by the 
force of his attack, "You're hurting me, please ..."
     But Ron didn't hear her. Instead he renewed his vicious onslaught 
with even greater violence, almost lifting his surprised wife off the 
bed with each pounding stroke. The delicate tingle of desire deep in 
Sharon's timidly aroused cunt began to fade, rubbed quickly raw by the 
sudden pile driving strokes of her seemingly transformed husband. Her 
eyes grew wide in disbelief, and then in pain as she watched him pound 
into her, not looking at her, his eyes almost glassy, hiding behind 
half-closed lids. This was a side of her husband she had never seen 
before, and it frightened her beyond measure.
     "Ron, please, stop! It's no good, you're hurting me! Oh God! Please 
..."
     But her pleas only served to increase the tempo of his brutally 
rampaging rhythm. His wildly throbbing shaft continued to surge like a 
wild beast until he was sure it was going to split down the seam, and 
the intoxicating pressure in his sperm bloated balls was enough to send 
him screaming. Jesus, surely he was going to reach his orgasm soon, for 
he couldn't hold back much longer!  He increased his speed and stroke, 
drubbing into her savagely as his impatiently churning balls whacked 
against her upturned, defenseless thighs. His mind was blank, and 
through his intoxication he was aware only of what he thought were the 
squirming attempts of the woman under him to evade his powerful thrusts, 
to rob him of the imminent explosion that was building in his painfully 
throbbing loins. Each of her attempts to ease the pain of this crazed 
pounding was met with renewed force, and his hands were now gripping 
viselike into her frantically quivering buttocks, his body pressing her 
down cruelly onto the bed.
     All vestiges of desire had left his cruelly buffeted young wife. 
Sharon lay unmoving, at first confused and then aghast at what she 
considered the almost Jekyll and Hyde transformation that had come over 
her loving young husband. Besides the searing pain his maddened thrusts 
were sending through her loins, a throbbing fear began to play itself 
through her mind. It was almost as if he were punishing her, but for 
what? What had she done to be treated so impersonally, like ... like a 
common whore off the streets? Her brain reeled before this humiliation, 
and tears began to fill her eyes, even as she submitted to the 
animalistic, unconscious rutting of her husband.
     "God ... darling! ... What's the matter? Please, stop!"
     But Ron felt nothing except the mounting sensations of fiery 
release in his madly fucking penis as it rammed into his wife's 
helplessly splayed vagina. His brain was empty except for the need to 
rid his body of the incredible tightness that was threatening to tear 
him apart inside. Finally he could no longer even feel his hard slamming 
cock as a separate part of his body, but was only aware of the lustful 
tension that was straining his taut muscles to the breaking point, 
driving him wild with the desire to empty himself into the shuddering, 
unwilling cunt that sucked his painfully full cock deep up into its 
fiery depths. He slammed on, unaware of the cries of pain that were 
coming from his wife's tortured lips, not heeding her useless pleadings 
in his ears. He felt his long hardened shaft on fire as he rubbed too 
fast, too hard into the tightly clenched opening between his wife's 
futilely resisting legs. He raised himself up on his elbows to gain even 
more leverage, and lifted Sharon's loins up against his own in mindless, 
brutal assault, straining his back muscles in an attempt to shove his 
thick invading cudgel into the farthest reaches of her small, elastic 
cuntal mouth.
     "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming," he began to chant insanely, tossing 
his head violently from side to side in rhythm to the merciless beating 
he was inflicting on the beautiful woman beneath him. "I'm cumming ... 
I'm cumming," his voice was strained and inhuman, his eyes clasped 
tight, his brain filled only with me insatiable demands of his impending 
climax.
     And then it came, an almost paralytic tensing of his already 
straining muscles, a spasmodic jerking of his aching loins, and two, 
four, seven more powerfully punishing thrusts up into the softly waiting 
receptacle around his heavy raw cock, a deafness to his wife's cries of 
pain ...
     "OOOHH ... GGGOOODD ... I'm ... AAAA ..."
     Ron almost doubled up with the incredible violence of his release 
and squeezed his wife's slender frame tight up against his wildly 
jerking cock as it spewed its full load of scalding white sperm up from 
the depths of his tortured balls, and sent it coursing through his 
spasming penis into the cavernous darkness of her hotly. shuddering 
vagina. He raised his knees up under her buttocks as his climax roared 
on, lifting her like a warm living doll off the bed, and then pressing 
down on her again as the violent jerking in his body slowed, only to 
return with renewed force as his spine felt unimaginable chills moving 
along them for what seemed an eternity.  His emptying balls ached with 
painful persistency, and he was conscious only of the feeling that he 
had been sucked completely dry, had nothing more to give, and yet was 
being sucked even deeper. Gradually, the trembling in his body stilled, 
and his mind returned from the fireworks world of unconsciousness, where 
it had been blasted into mindlessness by the brilliance of his all 
consuming passion, and he rolled off Sharon's nakedly limp body and felt 
the cool air rush over his sweat streaked body.
     At first he simply stared at the ceiling, trying to get his 
bearings, trying to sort out what had happened to him, but he couldn't, 
so he lay back and closed his eyes. Gradually the outside world began to 
force its way into his fogged mind, and he suddenly shuddered with the 
realization of what he'd done. Oh God, he must have been out of his 
mind! He must have been drunk! Jesus! He had raped his own wife. And she 
had been screaming for him to stop!
     "God ... Sharon .... I'm sorry. I don't know what ..."
     But she wasn't there. Ron turned on the bed to find her gone, and 
sat bolt upright, guilt twisting his insides in a merciless self-
flagellation. What had he done?
     He jumped up from the bed, tripped over the sheets that had been 
tossed wildly onto the floor by the ferocity of his love-making, and 
made his way to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. He tried the 
door, found that it was locked, and then stood with his head leaning on 
the door in utter self-recrimination.
     "Sharon?"
     There was no answer, but from the other side of the door he could 
hear the muffled sobbing of his humiliated young wife.
     "Sharon ... Christ ... I'm sorry, baby. I don't know what came over 
me ... Sharon?"
     Ron heard the sobs catch in his wife's throat as she attempted to 
bring herself under control, only to break out anew with heart-rending 
force.
     "Sharon?" he called again.
     "Go away. Leave me alone."
     "Sharon, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. I must have been 
drunk."
     "You're ... you're an animal," the sobbing young woman said through 
the door, "I've never felt so ... so humiliated ... so filthy ... so 
used in my life ..."
     "Oh baby, please, I'm sorry. Please. I didn't mean to do anything 
..."
     He was intercepted by a fresh outburst of pitiful crying from 
inside the bathroom, and sank to his knees outside the door, his head in 
his hands. He heard Sharon choking on her words as she tried to speak.
     "Maybe you didn't mean to, but you did," she cried, "and you did it 
like I was just some ... some prostitute you picked up off the streets 
somewhere."
     "Sharon, baby, I love you ... you know that."
     "Not after tonight I don't ... I don't know anything."
     Ron noticed a touch of anger coming into his wife's voice now, and 
it irked him slightly. Maybe if he didn't have to fight all the time to 
bring a little variety to their sex life, maybe if he wasn't always so 
frustrated by her goddamn refusal to make love any other way but with 
the same straight dullness ...
     "I don't know baby," he said, trying to explain himself, "I just 
went wild. I guess I thought you were pulling away from me, that you 
didn't want me, and I guess I just got mad and ..."
     "Didn't want you?" Sharon sobbed harshly from the bathroom. "How 
could you think that? It was beautiful before you started ... started 
pushing into me like some kind of stud bull!"
     Ron cringed. She was absolutely right. How could he have been so 
crazy! He got up from the floor, and went over to the bed and sat down 
on it, his face a contorted mask of self loathing. He stayed that way 
for a long while, until he was raised from his reverie by Sharon's 
voice.
     "Ron?"
     He looked up slowly, and saw his wife's naked young body standing 
in the open door of the bathroom, her cheeks stained by dried tears, her 
thighs smeared with the drying waste of his spilled seed. On her face 
was painted an almost angelic concern. without answering her, he dropped 
his head once more in his hands, feeling his chest knot up with an 
unbearable tightness.
     "Ron, I'm sorry. I know you didn't mean it. I  shouldn't have 
yelled at you."
     Ron winced under the soothing gentleness of her words, and wished 
instead for her voice to lash into him with the punishing effect of a 
whip.
     "Don't ... don't apologize to me, baby ... I can't take that."
     Sharon came slowly over to where he sat on the bed, gazed down on 
his nakedly powerful body with love and compassion, and took his head in 
her hands. He suddenly threw his arms around her, pressed his face into 
the smooth cool flesh of her exposed little belly, and tried to squeeze 
his love into her. She didn't move.
     "I think I understand, darling," she said quietly, with infinite 
forgiveness, "it wasn't you doing it, it was the alcohol, and you were 
tired from your trip to L.A. We'll just forget about it, like it never 
happened."
     "But it did happen ..."
     "Well, maybe it did," Sharon smiled, with almost motherly 
affection. "But it wasn't on purpose. And I do forgive you." She leaned 
down and grazed the nape of his neck with her lips, letting her full 
dangling breasts caress his bowed head.
     "Sharon ... please ... don't forgive me too quickly."
     For even as his wife's soothing voice calmed him down, reassured 
him, Ron knew that the passions, the frustrations, that had caused his 
unforgivable loss of control had not disappeared in the least. Rather, 
they had grown even stronger, as weeds will when exposed to sunlight and 
Ron was worried. He knew he would have to talk to his wife one day, one 
day soon. He would have to make her see that it was her own coolness 
towards anything but straightforward sex that frustrated him, and that 
he felt that even then she was sometimes performing in bed rather than 
enjoying. He would have to tell her that he needed more than a dutiful 
wife, he needed someone who enjoyed sex for its own sake, he needed a 
seductress. He would have to tell her soon ...but not now ... not 
tonight. Tonight he had to apologize.



                               Chapter 3

     Ron Fleming woke the next morning to the familiar sound of dishes 
clattering and the smell of cooked bacon. He opened his eyes slowly, saw 
the late morning sun patterned on the wall opposite the bed, and 
stretched his sleep stiffened limbs under the rumpled sheets. He yawned 
his body awake, and then lay still, listening to Sharon's movements in 
the kitchen.
     The memories of the night before grated in his mind along with the 
pain of a slight hangover, and he groaned. What had possessed him? He 
had tried to make it up to his upset young wife, but nothing had seemed 
to work, and Sharon had steadfastly refused his attempts to make love 
any further. She had said he was forgiven, but somehow he doubted it. 
They had fallen asleep on opposite sides of their large double bed, with 
an uncomfortable silence separating them like a wall.
     Ron got up and made his way to the bathroom. He looked at himself 
in the mirror, frowned, and reached for the aspirin in the medicine 
cabinet. He took two, pulled his bathrobe from the hook behind the door, 
and wrapped it around his powerful body. With a look at himself he then 
made his way out of the bathroom towards the kitchen, determined to talk 
to his wife about the night before, and about the reasons he had acted 
the way he had. It was time she knew how he felt about what he 
considered her coolness toward love making, otherwise he knew that, 
sometime in the future, last night's scene would undoubtedly repeat 
itself.
     Sharon turned her lush, fully clothed body to him as he came into 
the kitchen, and then moved quickly over to the stove where two large 
eggs were popping and crackling in a hot frying pan.
     "Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?" she asked with her 
back to him.
     "Yeah, like a log. I must have been more tired than I thought," he 
answered her, moving to the small breakfast table.
     "Well, it was silly to go out to a party right after you'd stepped 
off the plane. We should have told the Lewis' we couldn't make it." She 
scooped up the fried eggs on two inexpensive china plates, added the 
bacon from where it lay drying on the double folds of paper towel, and 
brought it to the table with a forced smile on her face. "Like some 
coffee?"
     "Please ... no cream."
     "Head bothering you?', Sharon asked solicitously. Ron nodded, 
passing a hand in front of his bloodshot eyes, then looked up to where 
his wife was busying herself pouring coffee and orange juice. Her face 
was scrubbed and shining, her dress neat and freshly ironed.
     "You got dressed early this morning," he said simply.
     "Yes, I did. I've got a lot of things to do this morning, and I 
thought I'd get an early start." She smiled again as she brought the 
tray with the glasses and set it on the table, seating herself like she 
was in some restaurant rather than at home. Ron noticed she wasn't 
letting her eyes rest on his for very long at a time.
     "I want to talk about last night, Sharon. I think we both ought to 
..."
     "Oh, darling, not now. I've really got to gobble this and run. I 
made an appointment at the hairdressers for 9:30. It was the only time 
he could fit me in."
     Ron remained silent momentarily, watching his beautiful young wife 
eat her eggs and bacon with studied precision, using her napkin and 
sipping her coffee as though she were on stage.
     "Aren't you hungry, dear? Would you like something else?" she asked 
him, obviously a little uncomfortable under his gaze.
     "I'd like us to talk about last night, Sharon. I think it's 
important ... for both of us." 
     "I think so too. I really do! But it's happened now, and it's over 
and done with ... and it's useless ..."
     "But it's not over and done with just an apology, you know that."
     "It is for me. Really." She smiled at him momentarily, and returned 
to her rapidly disappearing eggs.
     Ron paused, then picked up a piece of bacon between two fingers, 
and bit off one end listlessly. This was no good! She was just trying to 
cover up, pretend it never happened hoping it might go away. But it 
wouldn't go away, he knew that.
     "Sharon, you've got to listen. It's no good being an ostrich about 
this and sticking our heads in the sand, we've got to find out why last 
night happened, what the reasons were, so that it won't happen again."
     "Oh, dear, we know what the reasons were," she smiled, still 
maintaining her casual, carefree front, "You were tired from your trip, 
and we both probably had too much to drink ... and it happened, that's 
all. And it won't happen again because, I love you and you love me, and 
we won't let it happen again."
     "Sharon ..."
     "And there is nothing to apologize for. Really and truly. I've 
forgotten about it already and if you insist on talking about it you'll 
only make it worse. There's no sense making a mountain out of a 
molehill."
     "What happened last night was no molehill!"
     "I've got to run! It's already 9:00. I've got to stop by the 
cleaners on my way." Sharon jumped up from the table, and reached for 
her purse on the drain board by the refrigerator. Then she came back to 
where her dejected  husband was slumped in his chair, his fork playing 
frustrated games with his uneaten egg. She leaned down and kissed him 
long and hard.
     "Now look, great big beautiful husband of mine, I love you. You 
made a mistake, and it wasn't such a big one, and I've already forgotten 
it." She reached down to cup his unshaven face in her softly cool hands. 
"Why don't you clean up the breakfast things, and then go back to bed 
for the morning and rest, and see if you can't forget it. Truly! I am 
not upset with you."
     She pressed her lips against his a second time, ran one hand 
soothingly along his cheek as she turned and then stepped toward the 
door.
     "Sharon?"
     "Yes, darling?" she answered, stopping.
     "When did you make your hair appointment?"
     "This morning. Why?"
     "Oh, no reason ... I just wondered. I'll see you this afternoon?"
     "Yes, about 3:00." She paused. "Why did you ask about the hair 
appointment?"
     Ron didn't look up from his plate. "I was just curious, that's 
all," he said.

                             *     *     *

     Dick and Myra Green got up late that morning. They were in good 
spirits, as they  always were after a night as orgiastic as the one 
before, and as they ate breakfast they solidified their plans for 
enticing Ron and Sharon Fleming into the trap they had laid for them. 
Dick didn't leave for the bank until almost 10:30, but that was his 
prerogative as vice-president, and he made use of it liberally.
     After he'd gone, Myra cleared up the breakfast dishes, and moved 
lazily around the house, straightening up, putting fresh sheets on their 
oversized double bed, gathering flowers from the garden outside and 
placing them around the house at strategic points. When the scene 
finally met her approval, she went into the kitchen, lit herself a 
cigarette, found Ron Fleming's name in the telephone book, and dialed 
his number carefully. The phone rang only twice.
     "Hello."
     "Hello. Is this Ron Fleming?" Myra's voice was even more sultry 
than usual.
     "Yes, it is. Who's this?"
     "Myra Green. We shared a very bad steak last night after the Lewis' 
very bad party."
     There was no hesitation on the other end of the line.
     "Of course! How are you? Say, I was going to call and thank you for 
making something out of an otherwise disastrous evening."
     "Dick and I felt the same way, Ron. I'm not keeping you from 
working or anything, am I?"
     "No, no, not at all. I'm taking the day off."
     "Well, lucky you." Myra smiled to herself. This was going to be 
easy. "You're a man after my own heart."
     "Is that a threat or a promise?" Dick laughed at his end.
     Myra laughed as well, and then breathed into the phone, "Well, 
we'll leave that up in the air for now, what do you say?" 
     "Agreed. How's the painting coming?"
     "Oh, it comes and goes, you know. I get discouraged fairly easily, 
though, and it's hard to keep my mind on it."
     "From what Dick said last night, you don't have any reason to be 
discouraged. Sounds to me like you're suffering from a case of the 
artist's dumps." Ron laughed.
     "Well, that may be. By the way, are you really going to come over 
and say comforting things about my paintings? You did promise to say 
nothing but good things last night, didn't you?"
     "I did indeed. And I will ... nothing but sweetness and honey."
     "Well listen, Ron, if you've got the day off ... I mean I don't 
want to be pushy or anything ... but what about today? I'll be home all 
afternoon, and if you don't have anything else to do, I'd like to hear 
what you think of me."
     There was a pause on the other end of the line.
     "I don't know, Myra ..."
     "Well, if you've got something else cooking we'll plan it another 
time."
     "No, I don't have anything planned, it's just that Sharon is out, 
and ..." There was another pause, and Myra waited with excitement.
     "Oh well ..." she said, gilding her voice with just the right 
amount of disappointment.
     "I'm sorry, it's just that ... oh, what the hell! Of course, I'll 
come over. My wife won't be back for a while anyway, I'm sure."
     "I don't want to pressure you, now, Ron ..." Myra licked her full, 
luscious lips in anticipation.
     "No, you're not, believe me. I'd love to come. Really! What time 
would be best for you?" 
     "That's great! Let's see ... well as soon as you can is all right 
with me. I can even feed you a sandwich if you'd like."
     "How can I turn down an offer like that? How do I get to your 
place?"
     Myra breathed a triumphant sigh, gave Ron the instructions on how 
to find their home, said good-bye, and hung up the receiver. She 
finished one last pull on her cigarette, put it out in the ashtray 
beside her, and sat staring at the phone with a cool, almost calculating 
smile on her seductive face. She'd thought it would be harder!
     She picked up the phone again and dialed another number. There was 
a pause as she waited for the other end to be picked up.
     "Hello, Dick? ... It's your lovely, irresistible wife ... Ummm, 
you're sweet too, lover. I just called Ron Fleming ... Ummm? Of course, 
dear, who could turn down such a delectable creature as yours truly? 
It's set for this afternoon. ... Yes, well I move fast, dear. Do you 
think you'll be able to put your part of the plan into action? ... 
Sweetheart, do you doubt me? I'll keep him busy 'til next week if I have 
to, and you know I can ... All right, I'll expect you about cocktail 
hour. But don't interrupt if it looks like we're enjoying ourselves, all 
right dear ... Righto, see you then, lover."
     Myra hung up the phone and quickly went into her bedroom, changed 
clothes, put on the kind of perfume she knew from experience turned men 
wild with its musky scent, checked herself in the mirror, and then went 
around the house checking out all the little details one last time. She 
was smoking a cigarette in the living room, with a drink in her hand, 
when she heard the doorbell ring thirty minutes later. She got up, 
composed her voluptuously ripe body into its most languid, enticing 
posture, and glided towards the front door.
     "Hi!" she greeted Ron cheerily as she opened the door, "Come on 
into the artist's lair."
     "Sounds very inviting, Myra. How are you?" He took her proffered 
hand, and felt a tingle race up his arm at its delicious coolness. He 
allowed himself to be led into the living room.
     Christ, but she was a beautiful woman! Ron's eyes were glued to his 
hostess' sensually built body as he followed her, not even trying to 
remove his hand from hers. She had been provocative last night at the 
party, but now, this way, she was even sexier. She wore short-shorts of 
bright orange so tight they clearly outlined her protruding pubic mound 
and its wide cleft through the fabric between her soft, ivory thighs. 
Her long tapering legs, bronzed even more than Sharon's, were bare and 
beautiful, and her naked belly was just as tanned between the tight 
shorts and the orange halter, which barely concealed the nipples of her 
deliciously mounded breasts from his gaze. Her dark hair fell invitingly 
over her shoulders, adding to the vivacious effect her sparkling green 
eyes gave forth. Suddenly, he became aware of the fact that she was 
looking at him as he devoured her with his eyes, and he smiled weakly. 
She took a slow sip from her drink.
     "What's the matter, Ron? You look ... scared." her voice was coy. 
"I'm not going to eat you."
     She laughed, and didn't add the word she was thinking: "Yet."
     The young art critic grinned, a little self-consciously, at her as 
she stood looking up at him with a sultry smile on her face. He could 
smell a faint, musky perfume, and the heady of the odor made him 
slightly lightheaded; images of candlelight and soft music flashed 
briefly through his mind, but he shook them off. Hell, next thing I know 
I'll be getting romantic notions and a hard-on, which won't do me any  
good since Sharon was fifteen miles away and probably unwilling, anyway 
... and this hot raffle number is strictly out of bounds. Still, he 
couldn't help entertaining a few lewd thoughts about the beautifully 
seductive Mrs. Green. Christ, she would probably be a holy terror in 
bed, the way she walked, and smiled, that husky voice, everything about 
her was irrefutable proof that she was a woman unfettered by most of the 
sexual restraints that plagued his own wife.
     "Did you have any trouble finding the place?" Her sensual voice 
snapped him out of his erotic reverie.
     "What? ... oh no, not at all. Your instructions were right on the 
dot."
     "Good. Well, would you like the tour now, or later?"
     "Right now! I can't wait to get a peek at the work of the greatest 
new talent this side of the Mississippi."
     "Oh, you're a tease," Myra said breathily, and reached out to take 
his arm and guide him towards her workroom in the back of the house. Her 
cool, scantily-clad body brushed against him repeatedly as she did so, 
and he was having difficulty keeping his mind on the reason he'd come.
     They spent almost a half hour in the studio looking at the 
paintings, Ron clearly impressed by the quality of Myra's work. It all 
had a common color, a thread of excitement and, yes, undeniable 
overtones of sensuality that ran like  a thread through every picture. 
She painted mostly people, and every study contained in it the hints of 
an unquenchable passion, a thirst that was almost sexual in nature, 
which burst forth from the eyes and bodies of every subject.  Ron saw 
Myra clearly in her work, and knew, without a doubt, that the same 
passion expressed in her paintings gave the dark, fiery woman standing 
so close beside him the incredibly sensual nature that was exciting him 
at that very moment. He realized instinctively that that passion, in the 
artist as well as the painting, was a hungry, and yet insatiable 
sexuality. That intuitive thought made Myra's every touch, every sultry 
word as she led him around her studio, arouse in him his own sexual 
frustrations, until they almost begged for release. Ron felt a hard knot 
slowly forming in his chest, and sensed the early stirrings of his 
warmly tingling cock underneath his smooth slacks.
     "Well, that's it," Myra said as they came to her last painting. 
"What do you think?"
     "I think it's good. It's very good," Ron managed to say, without 
too much of a catch in his throat.
     "Oh, you're just saying that," Myra teased, leaning against him. 
"But I'll give you a drink anyway, if you like."
     Ron felt the maddening caress of her full, luscious breasts as they 
brushed against his thin short-sleeve shirt. His rapidly awakening penis 
gave another undeniable jerk, and he turned his body from her so that 
she wouldn't see it.
     "That sounds like the best idea I've heard all morning," he said 
gratefully.
     "Follow me." She reached out and took his hand once again.
     He allowed her to lead him back into the living room. The touch of 
her fingers had further erotic effect on his already semi-aroused state; 
it was as if there were tiny, hidden electrodes beneath her skin, 
vibrating through to his flesh. He felt a certain dryness in his throat, 
and his eyes were on the seductively undulating rhythm of her smooth 
rounded buttocks through the tight shorts. Damn, but she was one hell of 
a sensual woman! If he wasn't married, and she wasn't married ... well, 
there was no use stinking about it, getting himself all worked up over 
nothing.
     "What can I get you?"
     "I'll put myself in your capable hands."
     "That's what I like to hear," Myra laughed, a teasing and 
inscrutable smile playing tag with him behind her eyes. "I've got a 
special treat for you. Ever had any Pastis?"
     "No, what is it? Sounds oily."
     "Well, it does seem to oil the parts that need oiling, that's true 
enough," Myra laughed again. "I think you'll like it. It tastes like 
licorice."
     "Well ..." Ron said dubiously. "How do you mix it?"
     "With water," Myra answered. "Serve it over ice. I'll get some from 
the refrigerator."
     She moved away, returning moments later with a tray of ice. Ron had 
put two glasses on the bar face, and she dropped two cubes into each 
one. He uncapped the bottle and poured some of the clear liquid into a 
glass and added a bit of water; almost immediately, its consistency 
changed to an opaque, almost milky one. "Hey I" said. "I thought only 
Pernod did that."
     "No, Pastis does too." she lifted her glass, waited until he 
followed suit and then said, "A toast. To my brilliant work, and its 
ultimate success."
     "Hear, hear." Ron sipped the drink, found that it did taste a 
little like licorice and that it wasn't at all bad; in fact, it went 
down quite smoothly.
     "Like?"
     "Hmmmmm!"
     "Shall we sit down on the couch?"
     "All right."
     They sat down. It seemed to Ron that she sat rather close to him. 
She crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, which tightened the 
material of her shorts into the sharply-defined slit up between her long 
legs, making the outline folds of her vagina bulge out the brilliant 
orange of the material. She leaned forward slightly, holding her drink 
in one hand, so that a good deal of the creamy white mounds of her full, 
globular breasts were exposed to him and just a hint of the ruby 
hardness of her nipples. He felt a slight flush start on the base of his 
neck, but he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness. 
His quickly thickening penis spasmed beneath his trousers and, feeling a 
little ashamed, he took a long pull at his glass, draining the contents.
     "I'll make us another one," Myra said, taking a healthy sip of her 
own drink. Before he could protest, she slid off the settee, took his 
glass, and went to the bar. She was smiling quietly to herself as she 
refilled their glasses from the green bottle of Pastis. She'd been 
drinking it for a number of years, and knew the effect it had on the 
masculine libido after only three or four ounces. It increased her own 
sexual fervor, too, though she could control herself if she felt like 
it; not that she was going to feel like it, of course. Yes, Ron Fleming 
was hers now, no mistake. She felt initial droplets of lust-heated fluid 
begin to flow from the softly sensitive walls of her vagina, as she 
thought about what would be taking place within the next hour.
     She carried the filled glasses back to the unsuspecting art critic 
and handed him one. She was aware of his hot eyes locked hungrily on 
her, and she glanced every now and then at the front of his pants. She 
could see his long, erected cock pulsing there, jumping spasmodically 
from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly, and her 
wetly throbbing cunt began to flow faster with increased anticipation. 
The second drink disappeared even more rapidly than the first, as she 
knew it would, and she quickly poured him another one. He didn't protest 
at all but drank thirstily from it when she gave him the glass.
     Ron felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The 
Pastis was beginning to have an effect on him, he knew that, but the 
feeling was so pleasant that he really didn't care. It wasn't every day 
that a man had the opportunity of getting mildly looped with a woman as 
beautiful, as wildly provocative, as Myra Green.
     She was really something, he thought admiringly. She exuded pure 
animal sex, like a kind of aura encompassing her invisibly as she 
walked, moved, spoke. What I'd like to do, really like to do, would be 
to reach out and take her In my arms, kiss her, love her up a little. 
Oh, not anything more than that, I wouldn't try to fuck her or anything, 
but Lord it would be nice to kiss those warm red lips and caress those 
big pillow soft tits and tweak those nipples into rock hardness ... to 
take each one in my mouth and roll it around and around my tongue while 
I sucked a little ...
     Ron felt his angrily pulsating cock jerk into instant rigidity, as 
if it were alive or as if it were a tightly coiled spring held down by a 
fragile safety latch, straining to whip out with a sudden "twang".
     He tried to will it limp again, to banish the obscene thoughts 
swirling in his mind, but it remained throbbingly blood swollen. 
Guiltily, his eyes went to Myra's face.
     She was looking at the bulge in his pants.
     And she was smiling with wetly parted lips and fervid eyes.
     "Why, Ron!" she said in mock surprise, mock reproof. "Whatever were 
you thinking about to have that happen now?"
     "I ... well, I ..." he stuttered, his face a flaming red.
     She laughed deep in her throat.
     "Myra, I ... I'm sorry, it's just that I ..." he faltered.
     "I know what it is," she whispered. "I know why you have a hard 
on."
     His breath quickened at her lewd words. "You ... you do?"
     "You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she said. "That's 
right, isn't it, Ron? You do want to fuck me, don't you? You want to 
stick your nice hard prick into me?"
     "Oh God!" he managed to breathe. His massively pulsing pelvis 
seemed to be about to explode in his pants now, and his brain reeled. 
Had he heard correctly? Yes, yes, of course he had. But why was she 
talking to him like that? What was the matter with her? Oh Christ, he 
could feel his suddenly churning balls begin to ache from the pressure 
of his gathering sperm; he really needed it, he really did, and Myra 
talking to him like that wasn't helping matters any. Didn't she know 
what might happen, mouthing obscene words like that to a man? Didn't she 
know? He took another long swallow of his Pastis and found that his hand 
was trembling slightly.
     The seductive brunette leaned close to him, and he could feel her 
breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a white hot firebrand. 
She touched his knee, lightly, but her fingers seemed to sear right 
through the cloth.
     "Well?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me? Wouldn't you 
really?"
     "Myra ... Christ, Myra, cut it out! I'm ... only human ...!"
     "And so am I, lover, so am I," she purred on. "My cunt is on fire 
right now. And the only thing that can put out that fire is a big, hard 
cock. You have a big, hard cock, Ron. I can tell you do."
     And she reached out and lightly stroked her fingers across the 
throbbing bulge.
     He almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the 
electrical shock of her touch on his painfully throbbing penis, encased 
within his pants though it was. Myra stroked it gently, tantalizingly, 
sliding closer to him as he tried to pull back, increasing the rhythm of 
her caresses. Her firmly ripe breasts pressed softly against his arm, 
and her moist warm lips found his jaw line, traced a pattern upward 
along his cheek and then over to search for his open mouth. Her tongue 
trailed a path of fire along the skin  Of his face as her hand continued 
to rub the massively swollen hardness between his legs.
     "Myra ... please, for Christ's sake!"
     "You want to fuck me, don't you?" the undulating seductress 
repeated, droning the words in an almost mesmeric voice, like a 
hypnotist practicing her art on an unwilling, but nonetheless 
hypnotizable, subject. "You want to fuck me, Ron, you want to fuck me."
     "No, I ... no! Oh Jesus, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
     He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat, in a 
strangled kind of whisper that he scarcely recognized, and then his 
mouth was bending hungrily down against hers, his tongue flailing deep 
into her moistly heated mouth. Her hand began to move faster over that 
long bulge in his trousers, and she eagerly sucked and nibbled at his 
wet quivering tongue, swirling her own tongue around and around his, 
darting it into his mouth and then drawing it back to accept the 
onslaught of his probing member. As if with a will of its own, Ron's 
left hand came up and found her warmly upthrust breast, squeezed and 
kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the orange halter to 
draw the garment down and away, exposing her nakedly ripe breast with 
its fiery nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the seeping hot 
wetness of the seminal fluid oozing from the pulsating tip of his cock 
as she continued to massage him with such a practiced  thoroughness that 
he thought the head would surely erupt.
     And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the warmly resilient 
flesh of her magnificent large breasts, and his long hard cock jerking 
almost out of control, the full impact of what he was doing struck Ron's 
mind like a mailed fist.
     My God! he thought wildly. No, this is wrong, all wrong, I'm a 
married man ... this is wrong, she's married, too! Jesus. .. what would 
Dick Green say? What would Sharon say? What would she say if she saw 
what was happening right now, my hand on another woman's naked tit and 
that woman 's hand stroking and rubbing my cock ... I can't go through 
with it, I just can't!
     The guilt was so strong within him that he wrenched violently away 
from Myra, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his body so that her 
hand left his bulging lap. His face was flushed a brilliant crimson - 
partially from shame and partially from his intense arousal. He averted 
his eyes, looking at the far wall, breathing deeply, raggedly.
     "What's the matter, lover?" Myra asked casually beside him, and 
then, with full feminine perception: "You're having an attack of 
conscience, aren't you? You're thinking about your wife."
     "Y-Yes," he managed to answer. "What ... what are we doing ... what 
we were leading up to ... Christ, Myra, it was crazy, it was all wrong."
     "Was it?" she asked.
     "Yes ... of course ..."
     "I don't think so," she said.
     "Yes ... yes."
     "You want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me," she teased 
in that droning, sultry voice of hers. "You know it and I know it. So 
why pretend any different?"
     "Jesus, Myra!"
     "It's purely a physical matter," she continued. "You want to get 
into my soft warm pussy, and I want your big old cock inside me. That's 
all," her lewd words floated across to his mind.
     "I ... I love my wife!"
     "Sure you do. And I love my husband. But that doesn't have anything 
to do with us, with here and now, with fucking."
     No, no, I don't want to hear any more! Ron thought with gathering 
panic. It's wrong, it's wrong, but what she says is true in some ways, 
you don't have to love a woman to want to fuck her ... but no, damn it, 
no, I can't do it!
     He jumped up from the couch, standing with his back to the dark-
haired artist, staring at the wall again. His heart hammered violently 
in his chest, and he was aware that his wildly pulsating cock was still 
granite-hard in his pants, that it was still seeping hot droplets of 
lubrication. But he had to compose himself, find a way to get far, far 
away from her and to hell with ...
     Her voice whispered huskily behind him, "Ron ... lover."
     He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but 
when he saw her the words died in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and 
his eyes froze.
     Myra Green stood before him completely naked!
     She had unhooked the halter and stepped out of the brief shorts; 
the articles of clothing made a puddle of brilliant color on the bare 
floor at her feet. She stood with her long tanned legs spread apart, her 
head and shoulders - pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on 
her proud, flaring hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, 
her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her quivering pink tongue showing. 
Her wet, petal-like, hair-lined lips of her vagina were presented to his 
eyes like an Aztec virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge, 
plunging weapon to stab into her. The black triangular bush of her 
sparse pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her 
high, perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the 
deep tan of her other parts, jutted out like two ruby encrusted, snow-
capped mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. 
Her legs, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their inner thighs, 
were moist with the warm flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal 
mouth.
     "Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?"
     "Myra ..." Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was 
all. He couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her 
loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose. His maddeningly 
hammering cock began to assert its mastery over the mind and take 
control of his body.
     Slowly, slowly, the voluptuously naked brunette lifted her hands, 
her eyes fastened on his, and began to slide her palms up and down, up 
and down, along her silky sides from the outer swells of her ripe 
straining breasts to her flanks. Brazenly, she cupped the firm white 
mounds of her breasts, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward 
him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of 
flesh. Then her hands were stroking her taut little belly, moving down 
ever so slowly until the tips of her pink tinted nails were just 
touching the fleece of her darkly inviting pubic triangle. She held that 
pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured 
sides, fingers splayed obscenely across her naked belly.
     The young art critic stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable 
to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating 
allure of this wildly seductive woman before him and the absolute 
lustful sexuality of the scene he was witnessing. His frantically 
jerking penis seemed to be screaming with his ever increasing arousal.
     Slowly, Myra's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping 
lower through her softly curling pubic hair, blazing a path toward the 
narrow pink slit up between her outspread legs. When she reached it, she 
placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the 
wetly glistening pussy lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the 
trembling oily red bud of her erect little clitoris to Ron's lustful 
gaze. With her outstretched right forefinger, then, she traced down, 
down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She 
began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, 
sending more rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. 
And while she stroked her clitoris, rubbing her finger in a maddening 
cadence along the gaping crevice of her wet, visibly throbbing cunt, she 
began to talk to him in her droning, mesmeric voice.
     "I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never 
been fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're 
fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want 
to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry, and then 
I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you so 
hard again. I want you to eat my pussy, I want your tongue where my 
finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my clit, I want ..."
     On and on she intoned, and the words, the absolute perverted 
obscenity of what he was hearing - lashed Ron's mind into a swirling 
frenzy of wild, implacable lust. Oh Christ, I've got to have her! I 
don't care about anything now, the only thing that matters is Myra's 
lewd invitation to fuck her. The sight of that hot little bitch finger-
fucking herself is driving me nuts. Jesus! I've got to fuck her!
     As if he was somehow spirit free from his body, he watched himself 
objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him 
closer to her nakedly undulating body. He watched her finger cease its 
rhythmic motion on her clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to 
one of triumph as she claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hand 
went out to her, touched her warmly rounded shoulders, but then she was 
moving back away from him, saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the 
bedroom."
     He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its 
master, his shamelessly aroused body and his mind afire with his 
consuming passion. She led him into the bedroom and then lay back on the 
King-sized bed with her legs spread as wide as she was able to splay 
them. "Get naked lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see that 
big prick of yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your 
cock, lover. Let me see it."
     With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Ron undid his belt, took 
off his trousers, his shirt, out of his shorts. He stood there before 
her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-engorged shaft 
standing out at right angle from his loins, throbbing like powerful 
machinery.
     "Oh, it's lovely, just beautiful. As big as I knew it would be." 
She laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? 
Tell me you want to put it inside me."
     "Yes ... yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words rasped from 
his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.
     "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
     "Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"
     "How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"
     "Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your 
throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you've 
never been fucked before!"
     "Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!" Her voice 
had lost some of its earlier mastery and it seemed now that there was an 
element of hot impatience in it.
     A small, tortured cry came from the very core of Ron's being and he 
flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the 
enveloping fold of his arm not caring about anything but this soft, 
warm, musky smelling woman pressed nakedly to him. He was dimly aware 
that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self loathing, but 
at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care!
     He showered moist hot kisses all over her face, her throat, into 
the warm soft valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth 
hills of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was 
breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to 
dance inside the orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive 
inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped naked 
bodies and located the rock hardness of his pulsating penis. He gasped 
as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed over his sensitive penile 
flesh, and then his mouth closed hungrily down over hers as their 
tongues lashed and twirled against one another, trying to blend into 
one. She crushed the full length of her sensually writhing body against 
his and ground her pelvis hard into him, and then she twisted suddenly, 
pulling him over astride her, opening her lithe tapered legs as wide as 
they had been before, her wetly palpitating cunt flared open, dripping 
and waiting.
     Myra's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, 
tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the 
hirsute cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he were an 
uncharted island and she an explorer. His long,  massively throbbing 
cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of liquid, against her thighs and 
pressed into the narrow, hair lined slit of her eagerly undulating cunt. 
She arched for a moment, levering their nakedly entwined bodies up with 
the strength of her back then reached under her buttocks, and, with both 
hands, pulled her wetly glistering vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his 
thick, lust hardened shaft greater contact with her moistly sensitive 
cuntal flesh. His long hard penis lay softly cradled and throbbing in 
the full length of her warm wet crevice. She relaxed, dropping her body 
back to the bed, his massively rigid flesh trapped hotly between her 
soft inner thighs.
     The young art critic forced his hands between her shoulders and the 
bed and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, as he made 
little inarticulate sounds of animal desire deep in his throat. The 
raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white hot, to him as she undulated 
her ripe lush body against him in a slow teasing rhythm. The sinews of 
her muscles rippled lightly just under the tanned skin giving testimony 
to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The tenseness of the 
muscle cords in her thighs pressed quivering against the outside of his 
hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments 
from now, when he sent his hot pistoning cock burrowing deep into her 
tight little pussy.
     "You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but 
your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, 
leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Ron pushed his hands 
farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her smoothly rounded 
ass in the palms of his sweat slick hands, pulling her loins hard 
against him. He moved his thick long hardness up and down the fiery 
slit, feeling her grow warmer and wetter as passion seethed out of her. 
Now her nakedly grinding buttocks began a more desperate rotation up 
against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on 
either side of him, her sleek warm calves locking against the back of 
his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
     "Ooooohhhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me now, lover, fuck me, 
fuck me, fuckkkkkkk meeeeeeee!"
     He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding 
forward and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around 
his wildly palpitating cock to guide it between the blood filled lips of 
her surging young cunt. Ron groaned loudly as he felt her knowledgeable 
hands move his hard shaft of hot flesh up and down between her legs, 
running it the length of her hair lined slit, parting the soft, fleecy 
hair covering her vagina with the lust-swollen cock head. The pressure 
in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't 
hold back another second. Now! He had to fuck her now!
     He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove 
his huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, wetly gaping mouth of 
her pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.
     "Aaaaaarrggggghhhh!" she screamed beneath him.
     He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his long 
fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, 
her seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, 
his balls slapping up against the softly mooned cheeks of her ass.
     "Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she screamed again. "Ohhhh, that's it, lover, 
that's the way to fuck me, that's ittttttt!"
     Ron ground his pelvis into the squirming, moistly pliant flesh 
beneath him, fucking into her with deep, powerful strokes. She strained 
back under him, arching her nakedly writhing loins up at him, lifting 
them both a few inches off the squeaking, already sweat soaked 
bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving body 
now, opening and closing her beautiful long legs around his ass as she 
worked up and down on his massive pole of hot flesh in a pagan rhythm. 
Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailed from side to side in wild, 
insane abandon.
     "Ohhh, it's ... good, lover ... good like I knew it would be ... 
ooooohhhh yessssssss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger 
in my ass! Do it now, Ron, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass, and 
make me scream for you!"
     In slave-like obedience, Ron reached between her frantically 
rotating buttocks as he drove his long pistoning cock into the hot 
moistness of her pussy. He stretched her ass cheeks wide with his hands, 
and then dipped his extended middle finger toward her anus. A small 
stream of warm slippery moisture was running down the widespread crevice 
from where he was fucking into her wetly seeping cunt. It lubricated the 
tightly puckered little anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a 
moment. Then he thrust forward with his outstretched finger, ramming 
hard and feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the 
nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first 
knuckle in, the tight elasticity of her hotly clenched anal passage. Her 
body convulsed upward to crash into his with a loud slapping sound at 
the sudden, lancing pain and she screamed, "Aaaaaahhhh, it hurts, it 
hurts, but I like it, I like it!"
     His teeth tightly gritted, he thrust again, sinking his finger to 
the second knuckle.
     "Ohhhhhhh! Yessss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!"
     Despite her cries, Ron felt Myra suddenly begin to screw her softly 
fleshed buttocks back down on his long worming finger until it was sunk 
to the palm of his hand. He waggled it inside her fleshy passage, 
eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her. He could feel through 
the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his 
driving cock sliding in and out of her wet pulsating cunt; he timed the 
thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of his eagerly pistoning 
shaft, impaling her on two strong, hard, immovable objects. The 
voluptuous brunette groaned wildly under him and he could feel his 
massively swollen cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as 
though it were going to burst from the pleasure and pressure building in 
his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn't cum, 
he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never 
known fucking could be like this, this good, never, never ..."
     He wanted her to cum too, to mingle her bursting juices with his 
simultaneously, and he began ramming his massively rigid thickness into 
her still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the 
rubbery depths of her rectum. She gripped him tight between her 
imprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his 
long, hard thrusts, and he knew that she was approaching her orgasm. He 
continued the dual merciless thrusting of his cock and his finger with 
all the strength he possessed in his muscled body.
     "Aaaaaaggghhhh, fuck it, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard! 
Fuuuuuucccccekkkkkkiiiitttttt!"
     She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each 
syllable out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene 
mumbling, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she 
jack-knifed her legs up to mash them against her firmly rounded breasts, 
offering him the full expanse of her upturned loins. Her eyes rolled 
like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with animal lust as she sought 
to achieve her imminent release.
     And then-
     "I'm ... there ... oh God I'm there! I'm ... 
ccccuunummmmminiiinnnnnnngggggg!"
     The words burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing 
his eardrums, and she pulled her frantically trembling thighs back 
tighter until the whole of her widespread pussy was presented to his 
heaving pelvis. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed 
her hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming 
out the joyousness of her orgasm to him.
     Ron felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow 
around his hot thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against 
hers, as she locked herself up on his virile young penis with all the 
power in her thighs, as her fire and honey loins spasmed convulsively 
against his belly. And then the great swirl of heat which was building, 
building in his sperm-churning testicles became unbearable, and he 
gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its 
frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his wildly 
jerking cock. He began to spew thickly heated streams of cum into her 
madly sucking cunt in seemingly never ending bursts, emptying his very 
soul deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her insatiably lusting 
pussy. He moaned as the last of his sperm flung itself outward an 
eternity later, and then he slowly withdrew his rapidly deflating penis. 
It came out with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer like 
threads of semen along her rounded little belly and matted pubic hair as 
he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath rasping out of 
his lungs.
     A long moment passed, and Myra said quietly, "That was lovely, Ron. 
It really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."
     He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely 
fulfilled. He knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring 
wave of remorse, shame, and self-deprecation. But they weren't 
forthcoming. He felt only like a full-blooded, virile man, a man who had 
satisfied a true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself. He 
felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much needed bolstering of 
his masculine ego. With Sharon, he had never known that feeling, had 
known only a vague veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if 
there were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him 
from really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.
     Sharon. His wife's name echoed again and again in his mind, and a 
small part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the 
virile man that was growing inside him simply shrugged the thoughts 
away, and he lay there, feeling the warm heat of the stunningly 
voluptuous woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the 
permeating odor of their consumed lust.
     He felt Myra stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside 
him, hovering over his belly, staring hungrily down at his now limp cock 
glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said, 
"I'm going to teach you things you never knew existed. Would you like 
that?"
     He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He 
felt a tremor of excitement suddenly course through his loins. Could he 
get another hard on so soon? Was that really possible? "Yes," he 
answered. "Yes, teach me, teach me!"
     Her head dropped slowly, toward his groin, and abruptly her little 
pink tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glans 
opening, causing a thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow 
forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue 
along the flaccid expanse of his wetly glistening penis, down over his 
soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasm juices before they 
could fully coagulate on his genitals. She smiled as she bent to her 
task, for Ron's still inexperienced cock was beginning to show signs of 
hardening again, was stirring beneath her expert oral manipulations. She 
drew her head back and let him see her smile, and then she said, "I'm 
going to kiss your lovely cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then 
I'll suck you for a while. Would you like that?"
     "Yes ... oh, yes!"
     "But not here...we'll go out in the rear yard. I'll suck you under 
the open sky. Have you ever done that before, Ron?"
     "No, God, it sounds wonderful!"
     "It will be," she promised. "It will be, lover."



                               Chapter 4

     Dick Green rested one arm lightly across the back of the seat as he 
eased his car onto Oro Canyon Road. He gazed briefly across to the 
passenger seat, where Sharon Fleming stared out the window at the 
magnificence of the plush homes lining her side of the street, and 
smiled lewdly to himself. It had been easier than he'd expected!
     He'd called up Sharon in the middle of the afternoon, as he and his 
wife had planned the night before, and found that she didn't know where 
her husband had disappeared to. Dick had told her that Ron had gone to 
offer Myra some critique of her paintings, and then proposed that they 
go to his home to join the two "artists" for some drinks. Sharon had 
hesitated, but then accepted gratefully, and Dick had picked her up at 
her house not 20 minutes later, barely able to keep his excitement in 
check when she greeted him at the door dressed in the shortest of mini 
dresses. Her smoothly creamy thighs had raised in him an almost 
unbearable anticipation, and it was all he could do now to keep from 
reaching out and caressing her as she sat so unsuspectingly beside him.
     "We're almost there," he said to her, smiling warmly.
     "What a beautiful neighborhood," Sharon returned, without turning 
her head from the window. She hadn't imagined that the Green's were so 
well off But then again, he was the vice-president of a bank ...
     She'd been hesitant at first about accepting his invitation for 
drinks, partly at any rate because of the strained atmosphere between 
Ron and herself that morning. Although she hadn't wanted to admit it to 
her husband, Sharon had been deeply hurt by his almost animalistic 
behavior the night before. But then she'd decided that perhaps a few 
drinks with a gregarious couple like the Greens were perhaps just what 
the doctor ordered, that this was the perfect chance to ease the tension 
between them. She was in good spirits now, as the car made its way up 
the broad avenue of Oro Canyon Road, and she turned to her host gaily.
     "Are Ron and Myra expecting us?" she asked him.
     "No, we're going to surprise them," Dick whispered back 
conspiratorially.
     "I hope Ron is still there. He might have left by now."
     "I somehow doubt that," Dick chuckled. He turned the car into his 
driveway, and pulled quietly up in front of their rambling home. He got 
out and shut his door as noiselessly as he could, and then watched 
Sharon close her door almost soundlessly with feminine grace. Perfect! 
Now if everything was as planned ...
     "Well, Ron is still here anyway." Sharon said to him. "At least his 
car is." Sharon impulsively linked her arm in Dick Green's as they made 
their way around the Fleming's car and up into the house Dick opened the 
door without a sound, and ushered Sharon inside. The living room was 
empty.
     "Now, where could they be?" Dick asked himself aloud, barely able 
to keep a smile from his lips. "Maybe they're back in Myra's studio."
     Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached 
Dick and Sharon's ears. It seemed to be coming from the opened sliding 
doom that apparently led into the backyard.
     "Oh God, Myra, that's it! Suck me! Suck my cock, you beautiful, 
loveable whore!"
     Sharon froze, her mind joggled by the crude, lascivious sentence 
she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned 
to Dick. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten 
steel. "What, what was that?" she managed.
     "I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like ... Ron!" he whispered. 
The picture of indignation and anger, he grabbed Sharon's tender hand. 
"C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"
     "But, I..."
     Sharon was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Dick Green. 
She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an 
impossibility, but yet an all too real reality. But the banker's 
strength was too much. Still confused, still unready to accept the fact 
of her husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Sharon let him take 
her to the sliding doors, and there, hidden by some hanging drapes, she 
peered onto the grassy stretch of back yard. She took one quick glance 
and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried 
to scream, to die, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the 
horror, the outrageous defilement of her soul, was too great! Abjectly, 
she turned and  buried her now tear-streamed face into the comforting 
broadness of Dick's chest.
     "Oh, no ... no, no, it can't be! Not Ron!" she moaned, her sounds 
of anguish muffled by Dick's body. "I don't believe it!"
     What she had so briefly seen was her husband and Myra Green locked 
in the age old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a 
fluffy beach towel, completely naked, their hands coursing over each 
other's bodies, their mouths and tongues bobbing hungrily up and down 
between each other's legs. They squirmed and writhed as though demon 
possessed, the lewd wet sounds of their mutual sucking resounding 
through the air.
     Dick Green maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw 
his wife moaning with abandon while she voraciously sucked the large, 
wetly glistening cock sawing between her lips, and as he saw Ron's 
wildly bobbing head licking the pink, tender flesh of Myra's pussy. 
Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt 
his always eager cock begin to harden in his pants. He brushed against 
the sobbing Sharon, feeling her softly ripened curves mold themselves to 
his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, 
violently strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the 
shamelessly fucking couple on the large towel. But he knew women well 
enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait 
until the horrified and helpless shock in Sharon fumed into anger and 
revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant 
mate and stupidly abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would 
bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.
     "I don't believe it!" she gasped again.
     Dick tried to look pained as he folded his arms about her 
protectively. "It's true, Sharon. I'm afraid it's true."
     She shuddered. "They're acting like ... animals!" She tried to 
blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing 
on the picture of Ron and Myra in their perverted pose. How could he do 
such a things She remembered the previous night, when he had acted so 
bestially. And now he was doing this unbelievably obscene thing to 
another woman ...
     Almost hypnotically, Sharon fumed and saw again the salacious sight 
before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being 
performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by 
the passionate writhing.  Myra was at a fever pitch, her tightly ovaled 
mouth straining to swallow the whole rigid penis pumping in and out 
between her lips. Even as Sharon watched, Myra devoured the moistly 
shining cock all the way up to Ron's pubic hair, so that none of the 
thick fleshy shaft was left to view. She continued to stare, frozen by 
shock, stunned by the blatantly lewd scene.
     Myra's free hand was pumping up and down on the long hard shaft in 
lewd rhythm with her licking, and as she inhaled the pungent masculine 
odor of him, a wild thrill of excitement rippled through her. Expertly, 
she ceased her wild tongue washing, and then, with infinite slowness, 
closed her lips warmly and moistly around the hard rubbery head, 
pressuring it just below the mushroomed cap, holding it tight like a 
rubber band.
     "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... Christ, your hot little mouth feels good on my 
cock..." Ron moaned into her warm perfumed pussy as he pushed his thick 
throbbing cock into her lust contorted face. He felt her teeth nibbling 
gently at the spongy flesh, and her tongue tripping eagerly around his 
long sensitive hardness, as she slowly began to move her soft warm mouth 
up and down its full length.
     She continued to suck and lick more hungrily on the distended 
organ, goading it into an even greater rigidity and width, her palm 
kneading softly and teasingly at the roiling heavy sac of his testicles. 
Her wetly sucking lips ovaled even more tightly around the throbbing 
circumference as she strove to enclose more and more of it in her warm 
buttery mouth, taking it far back inside her until the tip of it was 
brushing against her tonsils. Her cheeks were puffed with the hotly 
pulsating flesh inside as her fingers held the vein-marbled shaft around 
the base, guiding it into her wildly salivating mouth ... and she felt 
the pulse beat of his turbulent hot blood as it coursed through the 
virile young cock she had excited to the supreme heights of arousal by 
her wanton, unabashed sucking ...
     Sharon drew in her breath as she watched her husband take his hands 
and spread Myra Green's fleshy inner thighs even further apart to reveal 
the moist, blood engorged vaginal slit and its wetly throbbing pink 
surface matted with his saliva. Then Ron dropped his head again, and 
Myra's shamelessly writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. Out 
there, on the towel, Dick's wife moaned deep in her throat and locked 
her legs around his head, her nakedly sculptured hips moving with the 
rhythm of his burrowing tongue.
     Involuntarily, subconsciously, Sharon found herself beginning to 
thaw with Myra's lewd undulations as Ron continued to gluttonously lick 
the woman's vaginal area. "I can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling 
herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body. "Stop them, 
please! We have to go out there and stop them!"
     "No," Dick said."
     "But you can't ... that's your wife, and ... we must stop them!"
     Her words were a jumble of incoherence, an idiot's babbling. Dick 
knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take 
her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view 
more might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make 
a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple 
and looked deeply, concernedly into her shock-dazed eyes.
     "No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop 
them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront 
them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level headed 
about this."
     "Then let's leave. Now! Take me home, Dick please!"
     Nodding agreement, he led her out the way they'd come and back 
toward the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. 
We'll talk this over on the way back, like full-grown adults."
     Sharon managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help 
gain control, she let Dick hand her into the car.
     He reached in across her lap, brushing against her firmly curved 
thighs, opened the glove compartment, and brought out a large flask.
     "Here. Drink this. It's scotch. It'll help."
     She did, willingly, taking a long swallow. Gratefully she handed 
the flask back, but he indicated she keep it. Getting in, he started the 
car and backed quietly down the driveway.
     They didn't talk for awhile, and the bewildered young wife's head 
swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen 
Ron so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so 
huge, certainly it hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure 
of that! And then there was Myra, with her long tanned legs flaying 
obscenely around his head, sucking his ... sucking ... Sharon took yet 
another drink of the flask she clasped tightly in her anguished hands.

                             *     *     *

     Ron's cock, thought Myra as she sucked it joyously, was almost as 
large and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Dick had been right: the 
Flemings had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Ron 
first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting 
thrill a whole new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same 
tricks. She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing that she 
and Ron might at his very moment be under observation spied upon in the 
act of love by her husband and Sharon Fleming ... and that thought sent 
new shivers of pleasure through her lust perverted senses. She loved 
that! She adored to have her sensually perfect body displayed and 
paraded in front of voyeurs and if she could have, she would have loved 
to be gang fucked on a stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had 
been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Dick, and 
she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the 
exciting warmth of Ron's magnificently pulsating cock.
     She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent 
genitals, smeared as they were with her own vaginal lubricating juices, 
and the thought of what she was doing sent wild tremors of delight 
coursing through her. Her warm wet tongue brushed along the thick base 
of the hot pole of flesh and grazed the wide underside to its coronal 
ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, washing and 
playing with it with caressing, lapping strokes. And then she returned 
to its base and the hair covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs 
tickling her chin and cheeks and lips, as her warm saliva dribbled 
freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the towel beneath them.  
She removed his wildly pulsating cock for a moment, the cool rush of 
afternoon air making Ron moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold 
of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she 
coated his balls with sweeps of her hot hungry mouth, her full red lips 
bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Ron moaned 
again and raised his leg, making Myra move over him more fully; and then 
she squatted over him, her legs on either side of his head, her nakedly 
widespread cunt mashed down against his face, while she trailed her 
tongue along his foreskin. She continued to stroke him, to squeeze and 
jerk his massively hardened shaft with her hand, the tantalizing beat 
making him squirm and lift his legs to expose the crinkled little brown 
star of his anus.
     Myra licked along the cord like ridge between his widespread 
buttocks, circling tauntingly around his tightly puckered anal opening, 
painting his inner thighs with the saliva of her love, then stiffening 
her tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All 
the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire like lashes of 
his tongue and flaming sweep of his heatedly eager mouth upon her erect 
clitoral bud and cunt. She was wild with a mindless erotic frenzy, the 
sensations jolting her belly and loins with almost high voltage 
intensity and driving her with breakneck speed to a crashing orgasm. 
God! She had to cum with his beautiful giant cock in her mouth, with her 
cheeks bloating to the sudden spewing of his mighty cum. She had to 
taste his warm semen, to suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed 
her tongue back over his sperm churning scrotum and along his heavy, 
sheering, blood-infused shaft at its pulsating head, before wetly 
slipping her tightly ovaled lips down over it again.
     Ron groveled in her cunt, her spasmodic up and down fucking rhythm 
in finely honed tune to his hard thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the 
complete capitulation to this wonderfully hot bitch overwhelmed him; and 
the excitement of it all still blotted out any thoughts except the 
delicious sexual encounter of which he was a willing partner. It had 
been like a scene from some stag movie or an all too vivid wet dream, it 
was unbelievable ... just to lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move 
nakedly to the out-of-doors. Dick Green's wife had shown neither remorse 
nor the slightest hesitation, unlike the still modest wife of his. Myra 
strutted around the house completely naked, her full ripe breasts 
jiggling proudly, her firmly tanned thighs and cum soaked pubic hair 
enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a theory 
of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical excitement at 
parading in front of her, his semi hard, still blood engorged cock 
dangling and swaying pendulously between the lumps of his spent balls.
     Then stretching nakedly out under the warm sun ...
     The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight, 
entirely in the open ...
     These had all been new to Ron, and tremendously arousing! Within 
seconds, she had made him fully erect again, and then climbed over him, 
taking his huge pulsating hardness with her hand to lead it into her 
dilated, wetly gaping pussy. She had fucked him, leaning over him in 
such a way to enable him to suck the rubbery hard nipples of her softly 
dangling breasts. Wild . . absolutely, mind blowing wild! And then, just 
as he was about to shoot yet another stream of sticky cum into her, she 
had asked him to kiss her cunt and he had happily acquiesced. He was 
kissing her moistly perfumed pussy now, while she in turn licked and 
teased his eagerly throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel the 
soft fleece of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a hot 
desire ridden pussy as it blossomed to his mouth, and here, now, with 
this vibrant sensual female, he was doing just that! If only Sharon, his 
own wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue in her cunt; his cock in her 
mouth ... Oh God! He could feel his lust swollen member flow along the 
inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep 
within his chest.
     He breathed hard and blew into her, the proud cheeks of her 
smoothly rounded ass clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited 
face. He pried her spread loins wider, pushing his mouth hard up against 
the sweet wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed in ecstasy. He 
drew her over him so that her wetly palpitating, soft pussy was sunk 
deep upon his nose and lips. Then holding her tight around the hips, so 
she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue forward between 
the warm fleshy vaginal as far as it would go. He heard her gasp 
excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She jerked 
forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon 
him harder. Her heated palpitating vaginal passage contracted, opening 
and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a 
difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, 
mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he 
spread her still wider with his palms and began to eagerly curl and 
flick his tongue at the expanse of her pearl white backside. He sucked 
and licked while she wantonly ground her ass around his face, almost out 
of control.
     Her wildly twitching cunt flowered open wider, her secretions 
cascading down her sleek inner thighs and his chin while he ran his 
tongue around and around her stretched vaginal opening. He could feel 
her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides of his cheeks, 
and he plunged slave like, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds as it 
burrowed deeper into her excited young cunt with each wicked thrust. The 
tantalizing odor which assailed his sex flared nostrils was a bubbling 
mixture of her pussy and its deepest lubrications, her thin sweat filmed 
skin, and the orifice of her anus. He lifted his lashing tongue from the 
oral fucking he was giving her warm, slick pussy and he moved along to 
the little brown anal ring, rimming the crinkled edge and darting inside 
with stabbing thrusts that brought shrieks of wild delight from her 
suddenly insane body. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing 
cuntal lips and plunged into the wet pink layers to discover her 
tremblingly erect clitoris. He began to suck and tease it unmercifully, 
his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love, 
while she churned and writhed above him in the lewd dance of unholy 
desire.
     She was almost ready to cum!
     He rammed his tongue deep down around her writhing hole, rounding 
and covering her viscous opening to bring yet further guttural moans 
from her cock filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched him viciously, 
and he could feel her wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the 
nibbling, hair lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by 
the roots, devouring it completely with all its might. She snaked her 
heels against his shoulders and rubbed her hotly palpitating pussy 
against his face as he licked the tormented, flame seared vagina. The 
cords of her muscles stood out all along her nakedly writhing body and 
she sucked savagely, almost painfully, on his penis with an ever-
increasing vacuum and strokes.
     Then suddenly she stiffened, and Ron heard her mumble, 
"AAAAAAGGGGGGH! "I'm ... I'm going to ... going ... to ...!"
     Her whole being seemed to explode over him, and he could no longer 
hold his climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm 
threatened to burst along its narrow tube ... my God, its never ... been 
this good ... before! And he knew, with a great jolt of lewd excitement, 
that he was about to cum in her mouth!
     "I'm ... I'm cuuuummmmmniiinnnnnggg!"
     Ron knew she was straining to climax, and then she began to 
wantonly twist and wrench herself, her teeth biting his cock like a dog 
chewing a bone as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her 
milking cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body 
quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating fluid spread its sticky 
warmth over his face and down his cheeks, as she grunted out her mind 
shattering orgasm. In spite of her sawing movement as she suddenly 
thrust deep over his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth as the 
first hot rain of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat.
     Myra's head bobbed furiously over his thick erupting shaft as she 
hungrily sucked the hot shooting jets of his semen, her tightly ovaled 
mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of existence, 
and she felt him jerk and groan in forbidden delight beneath her as he 
rammed his wildly jerking penis yet deeper in her throat. His heatedly 
pulsating cock continued its wild ejaculation, the vengeance of his 
seething hot semen drenching her gullet. Myra groaned as she sucked and 
her Adam's apple bobbed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control the 
gushing stream which squirted so hotly and without let up into her. She 
clenched her lips in a tight elastic ring around the long jumping penis 
so as not to lose one precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around 
the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly unending torrent, 
until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of 
pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then, with one final 
spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her soft warm mouth. She 
waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his penis 
sliding from her cum glistening lips with a wet sucking sound. She 
turned and smiled at Ron, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of 
semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white 
spider web to his belly. And the lewd sight was so exciting that he felt 
the first tentative stirrups of a resurrection and, miraculously knew he 
could go again ... anytime she was ready.

                             *     *     *

     "What are we going to do about ... them?" Dick Green asked as he 
and Sharon sat in the living room of the Fleming's home. His voice was 
calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner emotion of high 
elation was well hidden.
     "Oh, my God, I just don't know!" Sharon dropped her head into her 
hands, tears streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. 
She sobbed like a small child. "I never thought Ron would ... do ... 
such a thing!"
     "Your husband is quite a lover," Dick said caustically.
     "My hush-! I don't call what they were doing ... making love!"
     "No? What was it then?"
     "It was ... disgusting!" She stared at him. "You can't approve of 
what they were doing!"
     "Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit 
me just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he 
was doing it to." Dick pursed his lips, intently looking out the window. 
"I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing."
     "Kissing people ... there ... is sick," Sharon said, cringing. 
"They were like crazed animals. I'd have rather seen Ron actually ... 
having intercourse ... than ... what he was doing."
     Dick smiled inwardly at the innocent young wife's reluctance to use 
the real words for what she saw and thought. But he only looked at her 
almost as a doctor would a patient.
     "Don't be too sure, Sharon. Who can judge what should or should not 
be done in passion between two consenting adults? Everyone needs passion 
to achieve true happiness ... and to make others happy. I certainly 
wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally right or wrong."
     "I ... I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, 
dwelling on his argument, then she blurted, "But can doing such things 
really make people happy?"
     Dick shrugged. "Well, they seemed to be. Didn't they?"
     Sharon started to sob again, her agonized torment gushing like 
rainwater from her eyes. Dick crossed the room from where he was 
sitting, and lowered himself gently onto the sofa beside her trembling 
body. He reached in his pocket and gave her a clean, white handkerchief. 
She wiped her eyes gratefully, and then tried to speak.
     "I guess you think I'm an awful fool for behaving like this ... I'm 
sorry, Dick."
     The man opposite her smiled, and let his hand come to rest 
comfortingly on her naked thigh below her short skirt. She wasn't even 
aware of its presence.
     "There's nothing to be sorry about, dear. I'm just as upset about 
this whole affair as you are. No one can blame you for being angry."
     "Oh, I'm not angry." Sharon said pitifully. "I'm just ... so lost. 
I'm frightened, I think."
     "Of what?" Dick asked soothingly, letting his hand remain where it 
was, feeling an almost electric tingle race up his arm and down into his 
already uneasily stirring cock.
     "I don't know ..." the tearful woman next to him said. "... it's 
like everything I was sure of turns out to be nothing but illusions."
     "I know just how you feel, dear."
     Sharon felt the alcohol she'd consumed while driving back from the 
Green's house rise in her brain, blurring everything but the distinct 
images of Myra Green and her own husband locked in the disgusting throes 
of sexual lust. She wondered dizzily if it really did take deviations 
like that to satisfy a man. No. It couldn't, it just couldn't! But ... 
could it be that she was the one that was wrong? For the first time in 
her married life, she began to doubt her conservative moral values.
     "How about another drink, Sharon?"
     "Well ... all right. Why not?"
     Dick got up and went over to the chair side table for the still 
quarter full flask he'd brought in with him from the car. He came back 
to Sharon and stood above her as she took another long swallow. Hell, it 
wouldn't be long now! He could hardly keep himself from stripping the 
flimsy clothes off her delicious young body and fucking her silly right 
now! He sat down on the sofa again, and placed his hand on her smooth 
warm shoulder.
     "What are we going to do about them?" he asked again.
     "Oh, Dick, I don't know what to do," Sharon answered, tears welling 
up in her eyes again, brought on by the alcohol as much as her anguish.
     "Well, I'll tell you the truth," he said softly, "I almost feel 
like repaying them back in kind!"
     Sharon's eyes widened, and she straightened herself beside him. He 
couldn't mean ...
     "I don't understand ..." she blurted out.
     "What I mean is I think we ought to let them know just how much it 
hurts to see somebody you love fucking someone else. I think we ought to 
... well ... I think we ought to show them turn about is fair play."
     "Oh no, Dick, I couldn't..." Her heart began hammering as she 
realized he was serious.
     "Listen, Sharon," he said, leaving his hand on her shoulder and 
placing his other again on the warm velvet skin of her thigh, "they 
deserve it! And, God knows, we'd be perfectly justified. 
     The alcohol-dazed young blonde felt his hand squeeze the pliant 
flesh of her inner leg as if punctuating his statement, and she winced 
from the pressure. But she was aghast to find that his lewd suggestion 
immediately brought back the vision of Ron and Myra sucking each other, 
and that this time that vision brought along with it a completely 
unexpected and unwelcome tingle of excitement in her loins.
     "No, Dick, that's ... I wouldn't ... Oh God! ... I could never ... 
I ..."
     "Why not?" the bank executive crooned, continuing his gentle 
caressing of her faintly trembling thigh while forcing himself to remain 
relatively calm. "They have it coming to them."
     Sharon felt his warm gentle fingers kneading her thigh in 
unmistakable desire, and she tried desperately to still the forbidden 
tingle of desire that rose from her quivering groin into her alcohol 
befuddled brain. She felt the junction between her downy soft upper 
thighs grow warm and wet from his unexpected caresses, and took another 
quick drink from the flask in her hand, hoping it would calm her down. 
What's happening to her, she wondered, feeling Dick inch even closer to 
her on the sofa. The pressure between her legs was growing heatedly 
strange, she had never experienced this kind of thing before ... Never!
     Dick sensed her tensing, and slipped his arm quickly around her 
slender young waist and pulled her lushly ripened body to him. Shocked 
by what was happening, she was even more shocked that her alcohol 
weakened will made no move to resist him. Something was making her 
totally incapable of resisting! She could feel her erotically tingling 
breasts pressing against Dick's massive chest.
     "Oh God!" she whimpered.
     "What's wrong?" Dick whispered into her shell pink ear and then 
kissed it.
     She couldn't manage to say anything. Little pinpoints of what she 
now recognized as unwanted lust were racing like miniature wind devils 
through her, arousing her love starved body even though she willed it to 
stop. Fear swelled in her throat as she stared unseeing at the banker's 
sport coat breathing in his strong masculine scent with quivering 
nostrils.
     Dick smiled to himself with anticipation. This was it! He slipped 
his hand expertly up her back, then came down again to raise the blouse 
from inside her little mini skirt and snake his hand inside along her 
cool, sculpted back. He could feel her tremble in fright and excitement 
at his touch, and grinned lewdly when he noticed she was incapable of 
making any movement to escape his caress. He found the snap of her 
brassiere, and easily unhooked it, letting her firmly ripe breasts drop 
down heavily against the front of her blouse. Leaving his one arm snugly 
around her waist, he brought the other around and eased it under the 
loosened brassiere cupping her full, rounded mounds with a gentle touch.
     Suddenly, with a loud groan, Sharon turned to him and threw her 
arms wantonly around his neck, pressing her half naked young body up 
against him and locking her warmly wet mouth on his in a furious, almost 
hysterical embrace. Dick started from the violence of her move, but then 
responded quickly by thrusting his tongue deep within the hungry cavern 
of her soft mouth. He knew that she had submitted fully now, and even 
though he didn't know why, he didn't care either.
     Sharon felt her shamelessly aroused body ignite with the unbearable 
desire that raced through her. Her mind was fogged, filled with nothing 
now but the overpowering need to increase the maddening chills that were 
racing through her body, increase them to the breaking point ... she 
felt Dick's frantically thrusting tongue in her mouth, felt his one hand 
gently, oh, so gently kneading her tender nipples into rock hardness, 
felt his other hand coming from around her waist to loosen the buttons 
on the front of her short dress. But she didn't care! She didn't care 
about anything now - not about right, or wrong, or even Ron!  The sight 
of her husband hungrily licking Myra Green's cunt flashed continually 
before her eyes, as did the horribly stimulating sight of Myra's 
lipsticked mouth around her own husband's wetly glistening penis, and 
the images combined to fan her wanton desires into a seething inferno of 
physical need. Her humiliation and shame, and even anger now, at what 
she had witnessed this afternoon made her even more susceptible to the 
wildly exciting caresses Dick Green was now spreading all over her 
yearning body. Her one desire was to rid herself of the tension that 
tormented her so mercilessly and instinctively she knew that only one 
thing would satisfy her now ... sex. She had to be fucked! 
     Dick quickly unbuttoned the front of Sharon's mini dress, unwrapped 
it from around her voluptuously squirming body, and put his hands under 
the tight waist band of her little white silken panties. He was going to 
really turn her on this first time! He was going to do something to her 
he knew she'd never had done before! He was going to eat that 
beautifully quivering pussy of hers until it blew her mind and she came! 
He bent over her and quickly pushed her lace edged panties down over her 
hungrily undulating hips. In spite of himself, he gasped at the luscious 
sight in front of him. He doubted that he had ever seen a more mouth 
watering body. Sharon Fleming lay spread before him on the couch, 
completely naked now, her eyes closed as though she didn't want to see 
what was happening. The sparkling gold of her moistened pussy was spread 
temptingly before him, its quivering pink flesh framed hotly by two of 
the most fabulous thighs he'd ever seen.
     Sharon was only dimly aware through her stupor of what was 
happening. She remained slouched down on the sofa, the cool leather 
touching up against her nakedly white buttocks. She opened her eyes to 
see Dick's head bending down, down between her wide splayed thighs, and 
it was only then that she realized what he was about to do!
     "No, Dick, don't ... please ..."
     But he was already there, his hot hungry mouth pressed into her 
seeping loins, his breath breathing fire into her already aroused and 
lubricated cunt. A shuddering chill ran through her body like 
electricity, sweeping away all restraint like so much unresisting vapor. 
With a small cry, she tangled her hands in his hair, wanting it now, 
incredibly, wanting to feel what Myra Green had felt when Ron had sucked 
her pussy senseless! Dick's lips were now at the tender moistness of her 
eagerly twitching cunt, parting the soft silky pubic hair, salaciously 
darting his tongue into the burning crevice of her warmly seeping 
vagina. The agile tongue worked over her wet defenseless flesh, and she 
watched in a weird combination of heaven and excitement as Dick's head 
bobbed up and down between her widespread thighs.
     Even as she looked, an overwhelming tremor of perverted lust 
sparked inside her and then ballooned into a raging inferno of need and 
she knew as surely as she could feel Dick's lip nibbling voraciously at 
her hotly rippling cunt, that she was lost. The knowledge grew as the 
fantastic sensations mushroomed in her belly and rushed up to overwhelm 
her in a torrent of lust. She spread her frantically trembling legs even 
wider, and with both hands pulled the banker's head up into her lewdly 
displayed cunt. She was lost ... but she no longer cared!
     Ron found it hard to keep his mind on his driving as he sped back 
towards his house. He couldn't place the feelings which were rioting 
inside him, nor could he pinpoint the cause of the curious emptiness in 
the pit of his stomach.
     He had treated Sharon so shamefully, had acted like a real bastard, 
first of all, fucking her so violently the night before, then leaving 
her all alone while he was with another woman. A feeling of self 
loathing consumed him. How could he hurt and humiliate her like that? He 
was a despicable louse and didn't deserve a wife like her. Sharon 
certainly didn't do anything to deserve the bastard of a husband she was 
landed with ... but he was going to change, he suddenly decided. Things 
couldn't go on like this. He and his comely young wife were like 
strangers, and the fault was his! He'd have to forget about Myra ... it 
would be hard, but he'd have to do it. He'd have to tell Sharon about 
that afternoon, too, and he winced suddenly as he visualized the look of 
hurt and disbelief which would cloud her lovely features when he 
confessed. But he'd have to go through with it, and beg her forgiveness, 
and pray firmly that she would forgive him. He knew he didn't deserve 
any compassion, but he'd do his best to make up to her for what he had 
put her through. Myra ... he forcefully banished from his mind the 
picture of her sensually yielding body, the overwhelming touch of her 
practiced hands, the luscious moistness of her hotly clasping pussy as 
it closed around his plunging cock ... He'd have to forget, that was all 
there was to it.
     Ron pulled into the driveway and noticed a vaguely familiar car in 
the driveway. But he couldn't place it, and he made his way around it to 
the back door. He had barely opened the door and stepped inside the 
kitchen when he was stopped dead in his tracks by his wife's voice.
     "OH GOD, DICK ... KEEP SUCKING ... KEEP SUCKING ME LIKE THAT!" 
     Ron's blood ran cold and all color drained from his face. He stood 
staring at the closed living room door, his mouth working grotesquely, 
his eyes bulging with shock. For what seemed an eternity, he stood 
there, and then, and then, as if automated, his legs began to take him 
over to the door. His hands, of their own volition, turned the handle, 
like a man sleepwalking he stealthily opened the door and stepped into 
the living room. His state of semi paralysis and complete numbness 
prevented him from shrieking out at the unbelievable sight that 
confronted his eyes.
     Dick Green was nakedly kneeling on the rug, his head buried between 
the lewdly spread thighs of his wife, while she lay with her eyes closed 
and her hands pressing Dick's hungry mouth into her wantonly undulating 
cunt!
     Ron could hear his heart pounding like a sledgehammer, and he 
thought it must be reverberating through the room. But his wife and her 
lover didn't seem to hear it, engrossed in their lewd task, and Ron 
continued to stand there, mesmerized into immobility. He wanted to run 
over there, smash Green's face for him, and then tear Sharon limb from 
limb ... but he couldn't! He couldn't move! As if he was rooted to the 
ground, he stood there, his burning eyes straining at the sight of 
Dick's tongue disappearing into his wife's wetly glistening vagina.
     Sharon was unfaithful to him, just as he had been cheating on her! 
A sinking feeling in the depths of his stomach made his skin clammy, and 
a murderous rage began to curdle inside him. The bitch, the goddamned 
frigid little bitch . .
     He couldn't tear his eyes away from her lust-transformed face as 
Dick Green continued to suck with abandoned frenzy. She was mewling with 
pleasure, her head thrown back, her mouth half open in rapture and her 
eyes closed, as her fingers clutched cruelly at his hair, forcing his 
face further down into her shamelessly writhing cuntal valley. Suddenly, 
a wild, mewling cry rang out, stifling Ron's own wife's lovely young 
face contort as she obviously reached for release.
     "AAAARRGGGGGHHHH!  I'm there, I'm cuuummmiinngg! Keep ... 
aaaamrgggghhh ... suckiiinng ...!!"
     She was cumming! Ron stared aghast, hardly daring to breathe, as he 
watched the furious intensity of his wife's climax ... he found himself 
staring in morbid fascination, watching as his wife's thighs spasmed and 
jerked, wrenching Dick's head hard up against her violent orgasming cunt 
with incredible violence. It seemed she would go on forever.
     "Oh God, Dick ... it's good ... it's so good ..." she murmured, her 
hips still jerking in the throes of her orgasm.
     Her laudatory words were like a whiplash around Ron's brain. With a 
snarl, barely human, he stalked further into the room, his face on fire, 
his hands raised and doubled into fists, his eyes snapping with cold 
fury.
     "You fucking little slut ... Oh God, I'll teach you, you goddamn, 
cheating whore ... you cheap fucking bitch ..."
     Sharon gasped as she opened her eyes to see her infuriated husband 
standing over her, and she raised one hand to her mouth fearfully.
     "Oh no ... God, no ... not this . "



                               Chapter 5

     The moment her husband's words penetrated her ears, Sharon felt her 
whole world come crashing down on her. The realization of what she had 
done was brought home to her with resounding force, and she saw herself 
as her husband must be seeing her, naked with Dick Green's reddened face 
still suspended over her wetly quivering cunt. She shuddered at the 
thought and stared back at Ron's livid face, silently beseeching him for 
mercy.
     "You cheating bitch!" he snarled again, taking a step towards her.
     "Now just a minute, Ron ..." Dick began, almost amused by the young 
husband's fury.
     "And you!" Ron snapped, turning towards the man who had been 
sucking his wife, "I ought to break your neck, you son of a bitch!"
     "Take it easy, Ron," Dick started again, "I can explain ..."
     "Explain how come you were in my living room going down on my 
wife?" Ron sneered, his face ugly. "Well, just try."
     "Ron, please ..." Sharon interrupted piteously, and then was sorry 
she had spoken. Her husband turned to her again with new venom, enraged 
that she seemed to be defending her lover, and he reached for her 
brutally, pulling viciously on her long hair.
     "Oughhhhh!" she sobbed helplessly, "Stop, please, Ron, you're 
hurting me ..."
     "Listen to me ..." the naked banker began again, but was cut short 
by the young husband's shout.
     "You stay out of this! This has to do with me and ... and this 
slut!"
     Sharon winced from his invective, wishing she could disappear into 
thin air. She had never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in her life. 
It was the end ... of their marriage, her life ... she was destroyed 
beyond recall ... Ron would never forgive her.
     "Oh, darling, please listen ..." she begged, but her plea was 
useless. Ron was like a stranger, a cold, unfeeling and very angry 
stranger. She was afraid of him, deathly afraid ... he might kill her!
     He grabbed her roughly, still mouthing obscenities, his face 
inscrutable as Sharon cringed nakedly against the floor, her hair matted 
around her face, her eyes fearful and bulging wide.
     "No, please, Ron ... I'm sorry ... I didn't mean ..."
     "Shut up, whore!" he screamed, raising his hand and slapping her 
full across the face with savage force.
     "Now Fleming, watch ..." Dick began but was silenced by Ron's 
murderous reply.
     "She's my wife ... I'll do what I like! I told you to keep out of 
this!"
     Sharon was sobbing wildly now, her arms thrown protectively around 
her face, her whole frame wracked with convulsive moans. Oh God, what 
terrible anger had she unleashed in him? What could she do to stop him?
     There was silence for a moment, and Sharon heard the rustling of 
clothes. Her heart pounding with apprehension, she peeped out from under 
her arm, and then her throat went dry and chalky as she saw that Ron, 
too, had stripped down totally naked! But her eyes were fastened 
immovably on the huge, distended erection of his grossly enlarged penis, 
hovering like a giant python over her. God, she'd never seen it so 
large! She continued to stare at it with mounting fear, unable to drag 
her sight away from it, so pulsatingly alive was it, like a separate 
entity.
     With a gasp, she felt her husband's hands on her knees, roughly 
forcing her thighs apart, until she thought she'd scream from the 
unbearable strain. He was glaring lustfully at the wet open furrow of 
her vagina, revealed by his brutal strength. A cold wave of fear washed 
over her as she saw his murderous expression, and she was forced to shut 
her eyes.
     "Oh, Ron, please don't ..." she wailed again, desperately trying to 
escape her husband's vicious grasp.
     "Open your eyes, whore, and see what I've got for you!" he leered 
cruelly, his eyes roaming lasciviously over her nakedly quaking body. 
She refused to obey, unable to look again at the monstrous erection.
     "Look at what I've got for you, slut!" he shrilled again, his 
fingers like talons in her flesh.
     She forced herself to look once more at the thick, snake like 
length of Ron's angrily inflated cock, and couldn't disguise the look of 
dread which came over her face. It was huge! Bigger than she'd ever seen 
it before! He'd kill her with it!
     She stared, wide eyed with horror, as he settled himself on his 
knees between her open legs, the enormous shaft hotly nudging against 
her inner thighs. Her mouth was arid, and she tried to whimper but no 
sound would come. She could hardly believe that this nightmare was 
happening to her, and she knew how prisoners must feel when they are 
facing the torture chamber ... filled with numbing disbelief, yet 
quaking with paralytic fear. She wished she could faint, but knew she 
wouldn't. There was no escaping her husband's anger, it was her 
punishment for what she had done. She had been unfaithful to him, and 
now she must face the consequences. Even though Ron himself had been 
unfaithful to her, she knew that her lot would be different from his, 
even though the crime was the same. That was woman's role, to be cast as 
the real sinner, and the fate of countless generations of women had 
subconsciously prepared her for it. There was no escaping the wrath of a 
wronged husband ...
     She moaned as she felt her husband's hands fumbling with the warmly 
sensitive flesh of her vagina, pulling apart the soft, fleece-rimmed 
folds, exposing the entire helpless crevice of her pussy, baring it 
completely to his wild, unreasonable lust. There was something so 
lascivious about his contorted features that Sharon hardly recognized 
him, and she wondered if she was going crazy. The world was turned 
upside down, thrown into complete chaos, and  she was sure she'd never 
find her way out of it.
     Through tear-swimming eyes, she watched as her crazed husband 
guided the head of his anger engorged penis towards her tight little 
vaginal opening, and cringed back from the hard contact of his hot 
unyielding maleness. She steeled herself, gritting her teeth, waiting 
for the ultimate humiliation ...
     "AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH ... OH NO! PLEASE STOP ... PLEASE DON'T!" she 
begged shrilly as she felt the giant head push past the thin, futilely 
resisting lips and began to worm itself up inside her wet, fearfully 
cringing cunt.
     "OOHHHHHHHHHhhhhNnnnnnnnnnnn ..." she sobbed again, as her body 
felt as if it was being split in two by the huge invading cudgel which 
was entering her defenselessly quivering flesh. She tried to struggle. 
to dislodge the steel like skewer up between her wide held thighs, but 
her movements only seemed to draw it even further into her belly, and 
she resisted, fighting to control the hysterical moans which were rising 
in her throat in response to the diabolical pain which was invading her.
     "How ... do ... you ... like ... that whore?" Ron gasped, as he 
forced his cock deeper and deeper into her warm resisting little pussy, 
oblivious to her disgust and fear and agony. His venomous words cut her 
like a knife, lacerating her flesh, tearing sadistically at her heart. 
He hated her, that was obvious, she thought pitifully, fresh tears 
coursing down her face.
     "Hhhhmmmmppphhh ... aaahhhhhhhh ..." she gasped again as she felt 
the rubbery tip of his forcefully slithering cock graze against the 
softness of her cervix. He was all the way in! She could feel his 
burning balls brushing against the nakedly spread cheeks of her ass, and 
the crisp pubic curls at the base of his long sunken penis tickling 
against her swollen vaginal lips. She was at his mercy, and there was 
nothing she could do about it, except lie there limply and take whatever 
he gave her.
     At last he began to withdraw, with painful slowness, his massively 
pulsating penis pulling out with it the tender interior membrane of her 
tormented cuntal walls. He withdrew almost completely and then hesitated 
before slamming forward again with all his might, his face wreathed with 
a vengeful, leering grin.
     "Aagh! Aaagghhh! Aaaaaggghhhh!" she wailed as new pain assaulted 
her. It was unbearable! He was killing her ... she'd never be able to 
walk again. And the worst of it all was, he didn't seem to care. All he 
was interested in was abusing her, punishing her for something he, 
himself, had done too, and satisfying his own perverted lust.
     Ron watched his wife's beautiful young face contorted in agony 
below with sadistic pleasure. This'll teach the little bitch he thought. 
His wounded pride flailed at him, urging him on to domineering 
bestiality, goading him into brutality to ease his own pain. He'd make 
her suffer, the way he had suffered when he walked in and found her 
being tongue fucked to orgasm by another man's lips.
     He began to fuck into her with cruel hard strokes, feeling the 
abrasive rush of his cock as it sliced into her upturned young pussy, 
feeling the warm harsh tug as it withdrew, pulling little tendrils of 
the moist pink flesh with it. His hands reached forward and clamped down 
on the finely ripened mounds of her breasts, his fingers clutching at 
the soft flesh, raising red welts on the golden smoothness, wringing 
sobs of pain from his helplessly writhing young wife. But he couldn't 
stop himself. He was borne along on the wings of his hurt feelings, his 
savage lust ... and his guilt. In the first few minutes of terrible 
discovery, he had completely forgotten his own failings ... that he had 
just a short time ago been fucking the wife of the man he had caught 
with Sharon. But now that fact came back with pristine clarity, and he 
felt a deep disgust inside him, disgust at his own sin, disgust at the 
way he was taking it out on his wife ... his own crime and hers ... she 
was bearing the brunt for both of them ...
     But he couldn't stop himself as he unmercifully fucked into her 
cringing form. He felt he was a man no longer ... just a raving beast 
venting his primitive emotions on a hapless woman.
     Sharon had ceased moaning; the clearing of the initial pain 
lessened her anguish, and now she felt nothing but numbing emptiness. 
Her body, grown so accustomed to love, was not reacting to her husband 
now ... but his was not love.
     Ron was incensed by her lack of response, her inertia, her apparent 
lack of feelings.
     "This is the way to fuck a whore!" he panted lewdly, "now act like 
one ... put some life into that hot little ass of yours ...start 
grinding, slut ..."
     Dear God in heaven, help me ... Sharon sobbed to herself, her 
husband's words seething in her brain. But he's right, I am a whore ... 
only a whore would do the things with another man that I've done. I 
deserve to be treated like this, I deserve it. So I'll be a whore to 
him! She began rotating and undulating her loins up against him, 
tentatively at first and then with increasing enthusiasm.
     Then Sharon stiffened, unable to believe that she had really felt 
the beginning tingle of familiar pleasure up between her legs. But she 
had! There was no denying it. She tried desperately to quench it. She 
couldn't let him know that her body was reacting to his animal screwing 
... she just couldn't. But there was no stopping it. The erotically 
rippling sensation grew out of all control, fanned, it seemed, by her 
resistance to it, until her entire voluptuous young body was shaken by a 
convulsive shudder. She was beginning to enjoy the brutal, almost 
sadistic fucking her husband was subjecting her to, and she couldn't 
hide it any longer.
     "Mmmmmmmm ... oooooooohhhhhh ..." she sighed as her pelvis began a 
slow familiar churning, and her warm cuntal flesh rippled with the first 
tiny rolling waves of pleasure. She was responding to her husband, and 
she couldn't help herself.
     Ron stopped for a moment, unable to believe his senses. He just 
couldn't believe that his prim wife was reacting to his lewd fucking of 
her in front of another man, reacting in a way he had never dreamed 
possible. But she was! She was mewling with pleasure, her sensually 
naked body alive with pleasurable sensations, far more aroused than he 
had ever seen her before.
     "Honey ..." he began tentatively, staring down at her face. It was 
transformed now, wearing a look of supreme rapture, and suddenly, her 
arms reached up and embraced him, pulling down to her, opening her wetly 
parted lips to receive his tongue. A wave of pleasure swept over him, 
washing away his anger, his guilt, washing him clean of everything but a 
blinding happiness as he realized that his wife was responding fully to 
him for the first time ever!
     "Oh Sharon, honey ..." he moaned, his mouth closing on hers in a 
tight, passionate kiss.
     Dick Green stared dumbfounded at the naked young couple writhing in 
wild intercourse on the floor. He had derived a sadistic enjoyment from 
watching Ron's brutal abuse of his young wife, and although he felt 
sorry for her, and had tried to intervene, he couldn't help getting 
aroused from observing the lasciviously exciting act. His massively 
thick cock had swollen to an unbearable hardness now and he fondled it 
gently, urging it on to even greater erection, peering all the while at 
the hotly grinding pair on the rug. But the greatest shock of all was 
when he saw that Sharon Fleming was actually beginning to enjoy this 
vicious rape. He could hardly believe it; she had been so cowed, so 
terrified at first, and now she was mewling with pleasure, grinding that 
beautiful little ass of hers up like a street whore, her ripe young body 
craving more and more. He'd never have believed it if he hadn't seen it 
himself! His own urgency was growing, doubled by the exciting thought of 
Sharon's transformation from frightened frigidity to fiery passion, and 
his eyes hungrily devoured the sensual curves of her voluptuously 
aroused body. His excitedly pulsating penis was like a time-bomb ticking 
over with unexploded power, ready to detonate any moment ...
     His lust clouded brain was fumbling for a solution and his eyes 
were glazed and strained from staring jealously at the young married 
pair. As if in a trance, he began moving towards the undulating pair, a 
strange, twisted leer contorting his mouth ...
     Sharon was ecstatic. This was heaven ... Ron had forgiven her, it 
was obvious and now they were really making love, and it was the way 
she'd dreamed sex would be ... beautiful exciting. It was wonderful!
     "Oh, Ron darling ... it feels so good ... your cock feels so good 
inside me ..." she purred, spiraling her wetly clasping cunt up and 
matching her supple young body to her husband's virile thrusts.
     Suddenly, through her sex-dazed mind, she imagined she felt other 
hands on her. Then, moments later ...
     "What ..." she began tentatively, apprehensive again.
     "It's me ... Dick ..." The voice was hoarse and rasping, "roll 
over, baby ... daddy wants a ride too."
     Sharon bewildered, her mind racing. What did he mean? What did he 
want? She heard Ron say, "Sure ... why not! You've had half of it 
already." She felt her body being twisted, and dazedly the young wife 
allowed herself to be rolled over, so that she was kneeling on top of 
her husband, his hotly pistoning cock still slamming unwaveringly up 
into her contacting depths. Then she felt Dick's gentle hands, caressing 
the tender flesh of her buttocks, kneading the smoothly rounded cheeks, 
pulling and straining the soft, yielding mounds apart. A tremor of fear 
caught at Sharon's heart. Oh God, what did he have in mind now?
     She could feel the thick hardness of his fully erect member digging 
into her backside, squirming against her like a giant worm, and she 
could feel his warm breath heating the back of her neck as he kneeled 
behind her nakedly raised buttocks and showered her back with wet kisses 
and hard little bites. Her brain confused, her body reacting both to her 
husband's love-making below, and Dick Green's attentions from behind.
     "Ron ... darling?" she moaned questioningly, but he didn't answer. 
His eyes were closed and he was panting heavily in a blissful world of 
his own.
     Again she felt the soft flesh of her buttocks being pried apart 
with alien thumbs and felt the urgent probing of Dick's huge, desire 
hardened cock as it pressed hotly into the open crevice of her ass. She 
could feel the wetness from the lust swollen head lubricating her naked 
skin, and shivered from the illicit touch of his hardened penis there in 
that forbidden place.
     He began to nudge at the tiny puckered hole with the eagerly 
seeping tip of his cock, noting with satisfaction the tightness of the 
tiny, rounded circle. Then, with a lewd grunt, he began to probe at it 
with his forefinger, and suddenly, without warning, he rammed his 
outstretched finger up inside, sinking it to the second knuckle joint 
into her unsuspecting anal passage.
     "Oooooowwwwwwwwwwww ..." Sharon sobbed suddenly, taken unaware by 
the grating pain. She tried to wriggle her backside, but she was held 
fast between the naked bodies of the two men and couldn't move. She 
could feel Dick's finger rotating slowly around in her tightly clenched 
anus, and she trembled with the unnatural pain. Ron was still blithely 
fucking up into her vagina from below, and the intense pleasure she was 
experiencing in her warmly throbbing cunt contrasted strangely with the 
agony she was suffering behind.
     With a sigh of relief, she felt Dick withdraw his finger, but she 
caught her breath again as she felt him guiding the thick, blood 
engorged head of his massive penis towards her tiny defenseless opening.
     "Oh, Dick, please no ..." she groaned in an urgent whisper, but it 
was too late. With a chest-deep grunt, he surged forward and managed to 
penetrate her small, tightly puckered anus who the tip of his cockhead.
     "OOOooooooooooooh God! ... Stop! Stop! You're splitting me!" she 
screamed, flailing her finely rounded young buttocks madly as she felt 
the brutal pressure of the huge instrument lodged in her hideously 
stretched anal passage. But her struggles were useless and Dick, with a 
slight pop, ground the remainder of the head in and continued to thrust 
forward, forcing his massively heated penis deeper, sinking it, inch by 
along, torturous inch, into her tightly resisting little rectum.
     "Please Dick, don't ... Oh God ... Uunggggghhhnnnnnnnnnnhhh ..." 
she gasped again, as with a deep grunt, he lunged forward and sunk his 
long hard shaft completely to the hilt in her painful resisting channel. 
Sharon's mind was totally engulfed by the stinging pain, unable to 
comprehend fully what was happening. Her rectal passage seemed on fire, 
and her spine a continuation of the fiery agony. She could feel Dick's 
wildly throbbing cock moving about inside her, mercilessly widening her 
anal sheath and flexing larger and larger with each beat of his pulse. 
Then, with a low, grateful moan, she realized that he was withdrawing, 
and his exiting was almost as painful as his brutal entry. Again, he 
rammed his lust hardened pole of thick flesh forward, splitting her 
backside unbearably, causing the nakedly impaled young wife to sob out 
with pain. But then, miraculously, as he began to fuck into her warmly 
cringing rectal depths, the pain gradually cleared and left her with a 
strange lucidness which quickly began to dissolve into a slow, building 
sense of pleasure.
     For a moment, the young wife's Confusion wracked mind was suspended 
in disbelief, and then her wantonly aroused body was convulsed with 
long, complete shudders of pleasure. She was beginning to enjoy this 
dual fucking! this perverted anal sodomy, enjoy it fully as much as she 
was enjoying her husband's penis hotly hammering into her vagina.
     She could hardly believe it and for a moment was shocked at her own 
wantonness. But as erotic pleasure overtook and overpowered her, she 
threw caution to the wind, and reveled in the novel sensation of being 
screwed by two men at once. This was really what it was all about, she 
thought happily, riding the crest of her madly pulsating pleasure, 
finally freed from the manacles which chained her morally to the earth 
for so long. Now I've experienced all, she told herself ecstatically, as 
her ripe young body rocked back and forth between her husband and her 
lover, giving herself up completely to  hedonistic enjoyment. She thrust 
downward to receive Ron's demonic in plunges into her warmly eager cunt 
from below, before grinding her buttocks hotly back to absorb Dick's 
hard pistoning cock deeper into her maniacally puckering anus.
     Her body was coated in perspiration, sandwiched between the two 
men, and her brain was light and dizzy from her exalted enjoyment. There 
was never anything like it, she thought crazily, and a sudden image of 
how obscene she must look entered her brain and titillated her with its 
lewdness as she pictured herself, her hair streaming, buffeted between 
them, giving her body to both of them at once, accepting both their 
wildly hammering cocks at the same time, experiencing double the 
pleasure. She was truly liberated now, she moaned happily to herself, 
she would never be the same again and what's more, she didn't want to 
be! Now she knew that Ron loved her again, and nothing else mattered. 
Now she was free to enjoy all the delights of her sensually aware body, 
which had been freed from its Victorian prudery. Forgotten were all 
Ron's insults, his anger ... nothing was left but the exquisite pleasure 
that she was feeling and the knowledge that Wings were all right again 
between them.
     Her entire being was being carried away now on wings of 
unparalleled delight, and she was happy to let it go to whatever heights 
it was lifted to, happy to give herself over completely to whatever was 
going to happen. Her head was spinning and she felt as light as a 
feather. Abruptly, the wetly sluicing fucking sounds that resounded in 
the room were joined with her own cries of impending orgasm as her 
nakedly spread young body was tossed about in a series of bone shaking 
spasms which signaled the first beginning of her coming climax.
     "Oh God, keep fucking ... keep fucking me ... I'm there ... I'm ... 
I'm cunuummmmiiiinnnggggg ...!" She hardly recognized her own shrill 
voice spewing out the lewd words, hardly recognized her hoarse cries as 
her nakedly writhing body was pounded and battered by the mounting 
passion of the two lust crazed men, each merciless in his screwing. They 
fucked into her in well timed unison, their long exploding cocks rubbing 
against each other through the thinly dividing membrane between her 
rectum and cunt. The hotly clenching twin passages seemed to be trying 
to outdo each other in scintillating sensation, and her flesh was 
tingling in every pore and nerve ending.
     "AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH ..." she continued to scream as wave after 
incredible wave of intense pleasure rippled over her, soothing the wild, 
uncontrollable trembling of her body, causing her to shudder and sob 
with the depths of her cumming. She had never known anything like it. It 
was a total release, involving her completely. Even her brain was alive 
with leaping kaleidoscopic images, far away in a world of its own.
     Her wild rocketing signaled the two men's hovering orgasms, and 
their equally wild grunts were hoarse as they felt the force of their 
approaching ejaculations.
     "Oh honey, honey, I'm there, I'm there ... AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ..." Ron 
sobbed out, his body tightening like a bow before crumpling into a 
thousand tiny spasms of overwhelming pleasure.
     "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH... Christ, baby, fuck back ... fuck your ass 
back ..." Dick suddenly yelled, and then the two men began to spurt 
their thick hot semen into her wildly churning passages in unison, 
sending white streams of it shooting far up into her womb and bowels, 
flooding her belly completely, and their joyous shouts crowned the 
intense pleasure she was receiving from the violent double fuck. Their 
ejaculating sperm seemed never ending, as volatile and amazing as their 
climaxes themselves. On and on, they spewed out their love juice into 
her and Sharon felt the violence of their orgasm triggering her once 
again!!
     "Agggggghhhhhhh, I'm ... cuuuummmmiiiinnnugggggggg!!" Her tensed 
body shook beneath the violence of her second crashing climax, which 
wracked her frame, blurring her mind with unbelievable rapture. She 
spasmed again and again, and only after what seemed like an eternity did 
she begin to stop, panting uncontrollably, finally feeling Ron and 
Dick's thick satiated cocks resting tired and limp, and rapidly 
deflating in her two quivering passages.
     The two men rolled off her and collapsed on the rug beside Sharon, 
and all three breathed deeply with complete satiation, their bodies 
still tingling, their naked flesh pulsating from the force of their 
simultaneous release.
     In the back of her mind, Sharon heard a door being opened, and then 
a loud, familiar voice, a female voice, rang out!
     "Good God, what have you been doing to the child?"



                               Chapter 6

     Sharon stared in amazement at the tall, beautiful woman who was 
striding into the living room. She was so surprised to see Myra Green 
that she forgot for a moment that she and Dick and Ron were all stark 
naked.
     "Myra ..." she whispered, involuntarily trying to cover herself.
     "You poor girl!" Myra clucked, moving over towards where Sharon was 
lying. For a moment, the young wife was afraid that the older woman was 
going to strike her, but to her surprise, she found herself being 
enveloped in her arms, and pressed close to her warm, feminine breast. 
Sharon was too surprised to raise any objection, and she found, with 
astonishment, that it actually felt good, being cradled lovingly like 
that, very safe and secure. The two men were staring aghast at Myra; Ron 
discomfited, his face beet red, Dick casual and smiling.
     "Well, honey, how did you get here?" he asked at last, with that 
curious smile still playing about his lips.
     "Never mind that!" Myra snapped, her eyes glowering. "You two ought 
to be ashamed of yourselves, sandwiching the poor innocent girl like 
that!"
     "She didn't seem to mind it," Dick laughed, "in fact, I'd say she 
rather enjoyed it!"
     Myra knew that Sharon was really none the worse for wear, but she 
knew that Ron's wife was very young and inexperienced, and her heart 
went out to her. She could sense that there was a knot of fear 
convulsing her deep down, that she herself probably didn't even know 
about.  It was obvious that Ron and Sharon had patched up, and she was 
glad of this, she thought, as she stroked the younger woman's sleek 
blonde hair. Myra had sensed that there was something wrong with Ron 
when he left her so early, obviously agitated, and with her long 
knowledge of young married men, intuitively hit on the truth. Knowing 
that her husband was already with Sharon, Myra had decided that she'd 
better drive over and straighten things out, if need be.
     But she admitted to herself, with a chuckle, that her motives 
weren't all altruistic. She knew Dick well and knew that he would be 
able to turn the scene to his advantage, and the jealous thought of her 
husband having all that fun by himself cinched the decision and urged 
her to take action. Now she was glad that Sharon apparently appreciated 
her presence. She really was a beautiful girl, she mused entirely 
without rancor, observing the smooth gold of her chiseled features, the 
sculpted lines of her nakedly slender young body. She could see what had 
made Dick so mad to get her, and could forgive him his headstrong action 
in this case. The thing that really surprised her was that Ron Fleming 
could have shown any interest in anyone other than this lovely young 
creature.
     Ron was staring at her in open mouthed amazement and she stifled a 
laugh.
     "Don't worry Ron," she soothed, "I'm not going to harm your 
beautiful wife ... it's just that she needs a woman's comfort now!"
     That's right, Sharon thought dreamily, that's exactly what I need, 
and she raised no objection when she felt Myra's face nearing hers, and 
felt the touch of her warm lips on her own mouth. Myra was kissing her, 
and she didn't mind. In fact, she liked the other woman's kiss ... there 
was something sweet and undemanding and relaxing about it, after the 
avaricious demands of the men. Amazingly, she found herself responding, 
parting her lips and allowing the older woman to slip her tongue inside. 
It felt good, she thought happily, I like it!
     Myra continued to smile, seeming to float down beside her on the 
floor until Sharon felt the gentle brush of her soft hand on her brow 
and in her hair. Her belly and the soft inner sides of her satiny thighs 
seemed to quiver in empathy to the beautiful older woman's delicious 
touch. Momentarily, a fleeting trace of apprehension endeavored to make 
itself felt, but soon passed in the glow of warmth that had spread 
throughout her entire being.
     A shiver rippled through her at the touch of Dick's wife's hands 
moving down her throat, coming to rest on the nakedly firm globes of her 
breasts. Myra's long slender fingers were brushing electrically against 
the hardening nipples, caressing them ever so lightly, and Sharon moaned 
almost inaudibly, aware of strange new feelings cascading through her. 
The older woman's fingers were feather soft, like velvet, as they 
stroked the sensitive aureoles, tweaked the buds of her nipples, nearly 
turgid again, and brushed along the tender flesh of her flanks. Oh, good 
God, how good it felt ... so light, so soothing ...
     The essence of Myra's sensuality seemed to engulf Sharon as she 
enjoyed the delicate and slender hands on her suddenly tingling breasts. 
An ensemble of mixed emotions surged restlessly within her mind and 
body, feelings that she had no power nor desire to resist. She felt as 
if mesmerized as Myra's exquisite face moved closer to hers and its 
perfect, full and soft mouth closed down once again upon her own, 
tenderly, moistly, warmly ... finally, with increasing urgency. Sharon's 
lips felt strangely soft in response, and she vaguely sensed them being 
pressed apart by Myra's sweet tasting tongue slipping between them into 
her mouth. Moments later, Dick's wife's voluptuous body was stretched 
out against her own, with only Myra's flimsy clothes between them, 
separating breasts, bellies and loins.
     Dick was staring bemusedly at the scene, not surprised at his 
wife's amoral behavior, and still captivated by his lovely protegee. The 
wild three way fuck had really titillated him, and he felt a sort of 
pride in how well his talented pupil,  Sharon, had responded to the call 
of sensual delight. He wasn't at all surprised to find himself still 
enraptured by her gorgeous young body, and found himself drawing near 
and nearer to where the two women were kissing and wantonly fondling 
each other.
     Myra smiled up at him as she saw him approach, and made movements 
which obviously indicated she wanted to be naked, but did not want to 
interrupt her soothing caresses of Sharon's ripe unresisting body.
     Dick grinned back at her, and as she turned her attention to Sharon 
once again, began to remove her clothes slowly until she lay completely 
naked beside the voluptuously panting Sharon.
     Ron stared uncomprehendingly and in disbelief at his wife, his eyes 
blinking as though he were having hallucinations. He couldn't believe, 
at first, that she had actually accepted the other woman's kisses and 
caresses, but now what was even more astounding was the fact that she 
didn't protest as Myra pressed her own wildly sensual body against her. 
He was conscious of a feeling of deflation almost at the knowledge that 
there was obviously a side of his wife that he didn't know about ... a 
side which Dick Green must have uncovered ... which he, her husband, was 
unable to do. Peeved as he might be over that, he had to admit that he 
was glad it was uncovered ... no matter what the reason ... and he could 
scarcely believe that this lovely exotic creature was his wife. She had 
amazed him by responding to his cruel, bad tempered fucking, and he had 
been flabbergasted when she had accepted Dick in her anus at the same 
time, finally reaching a climax from the wild two way fuck. Now she was 
revealing still another side of her personality, one in which she seemed 
bent on the pursuit of sex, any kind of sex; and Ron felt a strange 
lurid thrill of excitement as he watched the unusual scene, conscious of 
a rising force of lust in his loins.
     "You are a darling girl," Myra whispered huskily and hotly into 
Ron's wife's mouth. "Too beautiful ... too fragile to take the kind of 
punishment you just did. Now you just relax, dear ... Myra's going to 
make it all beautiful for you, a new kind of beauty, one you never knew 
existed before ... just relax ... relax ..."
     "Ummmmmmmmmmm ... yessssss," Sharon moaned softly, wishing she 
could somehow show this beautiful older woman her appreciation of what 
she was doing. Of their own volition, her hands reached up and found the 
full mounds of Myra's cream white breasts. She wanted to show Myra how 
grateful she was for her kind caresses, her exhilarating kiss ... she 
wanted to let Myra feel the wonderful sensuality of female hands on her 
breasts, just like she herself was feeling them. She found the soft warn 
flesh and ran her fingertips along the smooth surface, searching further 
until she found the hard berries of Dick's wife's nipples awakening 
eagerly at her touch. They felt firm and resilient, and new thrills 
excited Sharon as she stroked and massaged the breasts of another woman 
for the first time in her life.
     Myra kissed her again and Sharon met her tongue automatically with 
her own, feeling the gentle, loving hands caressing her breasts 
enticingly and moving down over her with an intimate tenderness that 
seemed to fill her heart with untold affection for this beautiful, 
understanding woman. She felt the hands stroking her sensitively 
quivering buttocks and drawing her tightly into soft, satiny fleshy 
loveliness.
     Again, a brief sensation of schooled repugnance filtered through 
her, but she refused to let it grow. Something erotically fascinating 
... strangely forbidden; yet sensuously beautiful, was happening to her 
... Whatever it was, she wanted it ... wanted it to continue ... The 
cool air which bathed her nakedly aroused body was bringing her tiny, 
ruby nipples to a rigid hardness, then Myra was pressing close to her 
once more, massaging her own splendid nakedness against Sharon's soft, 
supple flesh, their nipples rubbing, their full, firm breasts flattening 
against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken 
curls of their sensually rotating hair covered pubic mounds.
     Sharon's husband watched the tableau spread before him with 
disbelief, and yet with growing fire in his sperm recharged balls. His 
freshly satiated cock was already semi hard again, stirred into life by 
the sight of his wife and the voluptuous Myra Green locked lewdly in 
each other's arms, their perfect little cunts pressed up against each 
other tightly. Ron saw, too, the leering expression on Dick Green's face 
as he bent over the nakedly prone couple with his huge cock completely 
erect and drooling.
     Sharon gasped out with the erotic tremor that rippled over her 
tingling, sensitive flesh and through her delightfully aroused mind, as 
Myra's hand caressed the orbs of her rounded, quivering buttocks, 
spreading them apart and tenderly easing between to stroke her tight 
little anus with a knowing and gentle finger. Once more, the voluptuous 
blonde wife trembled erotically, and a second later Myra rolled her onto 
her back, her hand tracing down over the full arched line of her hips to 
her gently curved thigh. The beautiful brunette slithered down her body 
and gently pressed Sharon's legs open until the older woman was kissing 
the creamy, warm skin of her inner thighs, working slowly upward toward 
the unshadowed, hair lined flanges of her wantonly aroused pussy .
     Momentarily, Sharon seemed to emerge from her fluffy minded 
enchantment, abruptly raising her head to see that she was being watched 
by her husband and Dick Green. Then she lay her head back on the floor, 
uncaring and smiled warmly at the glowing sparkle in Myra's green eyes 
as they locked on the narrow pink slit between her own legs, where 
already drops of warmly perfumed moisture glistened from her building 
passion. Wild sensations raced through her as she saw the dark haired 
beauty greedily flick out her small tongue tip to swipe the pungent 
droplet into her mouth, then draw her tongue from the point where the 
coral slit joined the smooth cleft between her buttocks. Sharon moaned 
as the tantalizing tongue traced the thin pink line of her wetly 
blushing vaginal lips to its little clitoral peak, sending a vibrant 
tremor over her shameless writhing body. Enchanted, she watched as Myra 
tenderly, with her thumbs, brushed aside the tiny entanglements of pubic 
hair and spread apart the tightly clinging cunt lips until her gleaming 
red clitoris burst into full view. Then, as the ripples of desire grew 
into seismic waves of rapture, Myra began to lick it tenderly.
     "Ohhhhh ... Myra ... That is so good ... ohhhhh ... don't ever stop 
..."
     Ron jerked his gaze to his wife's ecstatically fluttering half 
closed eyes, only barely managing to tear his attention from Myra 
Green's lesbian sucking of Sharon's moistly quivering cunt. He couldn't 
believe it! She was another woman! Ron noticed that his rigidly erect 
cock was now standing out rock hard from his trembling loins; and 
unconsciously, as he watched the salacious scene before him, he began to 
play his hand over the smooth foreskin, pulling it back and forth over 
the swollen, bulbous head. He watched mesmerized as Myra easily lifted 
his wife's legs and pressed them all the way back against her ripe 
upthrust breasts.
     Sharon raised her head to watch the ravishing older woman nuzzle 
her face again into her genitals, her dark tresses grazing tauntingly 
against the soft flesh of her belly as Myra began to lick and suck at 
her pussy with a lewd hunger.
     The sensations Sharon was feeling in her loins were breathtaking 
... yet, even as she had begun to wantonly squirm and writhe beneath 
Myra's delicious hot licking tongue and sucking lips, certain revulsion 
toward their obscene lesbian performances were mounting within her. Her 
upbringing and natural instincts were in revolt. Even though she well 
knew that such forbidden perversions went on in the world about her, she 
had never in her wildest imagination conceived that she could be a 
willing part of such an act ... but there she lay! Sprawled on her back 
with her legs raised high and her thighs widespread in licentiously 
growing desire beneath the beautiful female creature whose hot educated 
mouth and tongue were instigating unbelievably lascivious pleasures 
inside her ... if she wasn't careful she would cum ... really cum with 
this magnificent gorgeous woman sucking and licking so beautifully at 
her cunt... ! In spite of its wickedness it was heavenly. .. !
     "Oh ... God!" Sharon gasped in the bliss of her ravishment. Myra 
was sucking her erect little clitoris and nipping at it with her sharp 
white teeth, sending violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her. It 
was maddening ... erotically maddening ... Then, the older woman's 
tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly throbbing vagina, 
moistly rotating at its tight elastic mouth, slipping deeply inside her 
again. Abruptly, she felt her hips being raised by those small, slender 
hands cupping the rounded moons of her buttocks, and she held her knees 
back tight to her erotically aching breasts as she felt the moistly 
taunting tongue trail downward through the smooth yielding crevice below 
her vagina to her anus. There it licked before its tip pressed firmly 
into the puckered little hole, penetrating only a short ways, though she 
tried to help by relaxing the outer muscles to the fullest. Once more, 
the wildly licking tongue returned to her throbbing hot cunt, and curled 
up into her, then flicked back to her clitoris again with the pressure 
mounting deeper and deeper in her loins.
     Dick laughed to himself as he watched his wife perform. God damn! 
She was an insatiable woman, taking sex any way she could get it! No 
wonder they'd never had a dull moment in their married life. Dick 
glanced at Ron, and chuckled silently. Sharon's husband was staring in 
wide eyed excitement at the lesbian debauchery before him, kneeling 
upright, his hand stroking his long distended cock with frantic fervor. 
Dick grinned, and began to stroke his own rigid shaft gently, teasingly, 
until it throbbed painfully under his touch. Both he and Ron continued 
to stare at their wives as though hypnotized? stroking their massively 
pulsating cocks almost in unison.
     Myra raised her head from Sharon's heatedly moistened cunt and 
smiled at the young wife. "Come down here and kiss me, you darling," she 
whispered throatily.
     Sharon lowered her legs and obediently got to her knees, her heart 
pounding in her chest. She wrapped her arms hungrily around the other's 
neck and planted her wetly parted lips on the soft warm mouth, tasting 
the poignant essence of her own vagina there. The taste, the smell, the 
entire situation was causing her head to swirl in a deep wanton desire.
     Myra held her inside her arms, then pressed Sharon's cheek against 
the soft resilient flesh of her own breast. She ran one hand down over 
the naked girl's soft belly ... downward through the silken pubic hair 
to her wet pussy, drawing a finger  up between its moist quivering lips.
     Sharon whimpered and tried to move closer; then, without volition, 
her head dropped to the woman's beautifully shaped breast and pressed 
the hardened nipple into her mouth. At once she began to suck hungrily, 
wetly, as her timidly trembling hand began moving over the lush warm 
flesh of Myra's body.
     "You like me, my pet?" Myra whispered, hotly.
     "Mmmmmmmmmmm ... oh, yes ... yesssssss,"  she moaned, her lust 
filled brain swirling ...
     "You are so sweet and lovable, my dear ... mmmmmmm ... tell me, 
Sharon darling ... have you ever made love to a girl before?"
     "Oh, no ... no, never ..."
     "But you like it, don't you ...?"
     "I ... I don't know ... don't know what's happening to me ... but 
it's beautiful ... yes, beautiful ...!"
     "And the best is yet to come, my love ... for both of us ... as we 
kiss and suck each other's pussies at the same time," Myra breathed 
passionately, her soft hand caressing her love partner's delicate cheek 
resting against her full breast. "Would you like that ... to lick and 
kiss my cunt, to bring me pleasure as I brought you rapture, Sharon?"
     The young blonde wife's brain reeled, and her belly churned with 
the carnal stimulation Myra's lewd words and meaning aroused in her as 
prurient sensations soared through her sensually provoked body.
     "Oh, God. .. !" she gasped uncertainly, looking upward into the 
excited, sparkling green eyes of her teacher. "Oh, God. .. I don't ... 
don't know ... don't know ...!"
     But the decision had already been made as Myra slowly pressed her 
back onto the floor, then kissed her once as she knelt beside the girl, 
trailing her moist tongue downward between her ripe young thighs and 
again extending her tiny pink tongue to caress the erect little 
clitoris. Abruptly, the wild tingling sensations were beginning all over 
again inside the blonde wife's abdomen. Sharon wasn't aware of how long 
the magnificent enthrallment between her legs went on before she opened 
her eyes to the feel and sight of Myra's nakedly sensual body moving up 
over her. The long white columns of the older woman's thighs were 
spreading wide, knees snuggling in against her ribs ... the luscious 
snowy buttocks moving backward above her face until the alluring sight 
of that other beautifully moistened vagina was completely exposed before 
her.
     In the shadowy midpoint between those gorgeously ovaled, moon 
shaped buttocks Sharon could see the tiny, hairless oval opening and the 
coral slit of her partner's lovely blushing vagina with its hair lined 
lips opened enough to view the succulent pink flesh within. Small, 
sparkling dewdrops of passion aroused cuntal moisture clung to the 
pouting, fleecy lips. Uncontrollably, she moved upward as if bewitched, 
until the musky perfumed scent reached her nostrils. Without thinking 
about what she was doing, she suddenly lashed out with her tongue, going 
deep into the raw velvety flesh toward the beautiful creature's clitoris 
... reaching up to clutch at the warm twin mounds of the buttocks and 
draw them down tighter to her face while she ran her tongue wildly 
through the warmly fleshed layers of the already seeping cunt ... 
probing the slight pungency of the vagina, as her own desires continued 
to soar like a runaway rocket in her wantonly excited brain.
     Sharon sensed her own clitoris palpitating maddeningly in its 
flushed, erect state, and her breath was beginning to catch in her 
throat sharply at every grazing caress of her lover's delicious tongue. 
She eagerly pressed her wet open mouth tighter into the tender 
succulence of the cunt before her, separating the soft, fleshy lips 
protecting its slightly bearded vaginal slit. Then her mouth became a 
ravenous vacuum, open and hot, with nothing but tongue greedily invading 
the moistly seething fissure ... nothing but tongue lashing at the erect 
clitoris, tongue everywhere in the willowy girl's now hotly clasping 
channel, lubricious with its tangy secretions blending with her own 
saliva ...
     Sharon was cocooned in bliss, enraptured by the new sensations she 
was feeling, carried away by the seductive charms of the older woman. 
They remained orally fucking each other into greater and greater heights 
of arousal until she heard Dick Green's hoarse voice through her 
euphoria.
     "Sorry, girls, but I can't stay out of it any longer."
     Sharon stifled a gasp of surprise when she glanced down and saw 
that Dick was hovering between her knees. Vaguely, she wondered what he 
was doing. In the back of her mind, she felt that she wanted to be left 
alone, to enjoy Myra's soft, feminine embraces, but at the same time ...
     She drew in her breath quickly as Dick eased his wife off her 
wildly aroused body, and then she felt the now familiar nudging of a 
thick hardened cock at her wet tender vaginal flesh, still tingling from 
Myra's electric kisses. Dick's thick turgid cock was urgent and 
insistent, and Sharon flinched from the contact. His hands were crawling 
over her thigh, and the young wife trembled, clinging to Myra as he 
guided the hot pulsating head towards the thin, vertical mouth of her 
vagina, positioning it at the wantonly tingling entrance to her body.
     She gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of the rubbery 
glans against her damp sensitive flesh. Dick flicked his hips slightly 
forward, and she felt the sharp pressure of his lust thickened member at 
the tight entrance of her wetly throbbing vagina.
     "Ohhhhhh!" she cried. He pushed forward again and the hot pulsating 
head forced its way into the tight clenched elastic opening. Without 
volition, her hips flew up to meet his thrust, burying almost the full 
length of his massive erect cock in the folds of her cunt. His hot 
thrusting penis raced along the lubricated cuntal passage and far up 
into her belly until she felt his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smack 
solidly against the upturned cheeks of her satin-soft ass. "Ohhhhh, yes 
... yes ... yyeesss ..." she wailed beneath him as he flexed his long 
hard penis deep inside the tight flesh of her vaginal sheath. She moved 
upward again, causing the thick shaft to ram another fraction of an inch 
deeper into her, then she repeated the motion again, and again, each 
lewd movement raising loud moans of joy from deep inside both of them. 
Dick began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his massive 
thickness tightly into her moistly throbbing womb, expanding the walls 
of her pussy even more.
     "Fuck me, Dick, fuck me. Fuccccckkkk meeeee!" she heard herself cry 
out, and the obscene words from her own lips caused her nakedly flailing 
buttocks to rotate even more insanely, to demand even harder thrusts 
from Dick's churning loins. He rocked above her, using short, smooth 
strokes; and her body reacted in kind, chills of excitement and rapture 
spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the wild tempo of his 
heavy, burgeoning cock burrow into her hotly throbbing cunt.
     Sharon's head was fuzzy and she couldn't think straight. Her senses 
were dimmed from the curious combination of still being kissed and 
fondled by Myra, while Myra's husband fucked so beautifully into her. 
Dick slowly withdrew his hard, desire swollen cock, pulling slowly out; 
and Sharon found her cuntal sinews contracting, eager to keep the 
welcome fullness of it inside her. Then he rammed forward again, almost 
lifting her up from the force of his lunge, burying his hardness deep up 
inside her. He closed his eyes, engrossed in the ecstasy of the act, his 
fingers clutching at her velvety naked flesh, exalting in the soft 
womanliness of her voluptuously curved young body.
     Ron stared in mounting astonishment at the scene. Myra and Dick 
Green had taken over his wife, leaving him on the sidelines. He was 
dumbfounded at Dick, sprawling over his, Ron's wife, and with equal 
ease, fucking into her while Myra continued to kiss and caress her from 
above. He felt as though he should make some kind of protest, but the 
blissful expression of ecstasy on his wantonly writhing wife's face 
quickly erased any such thought from his mind. He couldn't stand it much 
longer! He had to join in soon or cum right there on the floor!
     Dick Green increased the pace and length of his stroke, knowing he 
couldn't last much longer either, feeling the churning volcano that was 
in his sperm bloated balls almost brimming over. Sharon raised her 
widespread loins up to him in simultaneous fucking rhythm to his every 
downward thrust as her passion-contorted face twisted wantonly with her 
desire.
     Dick slammed into her with greater force, drawing his long heavy 
cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath hungrily clasping at it, then 
plunging down again until his swollen balls slapped ruthlessly against 
the defenseless, tightly puckered little anus. The intolerable pressure 
was mounting, mounting, in his billowing sac, and his head swam wildly 
with the impending knowledge of his cumming.
     Sharon began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, 
impaled on his rock-hard shaft, and rapturous little moans bubbled past 
her lips in lewd entreaties to fuck harder and deeper. She was so wild 
she was going out of her mind, she knew it, she knew it! Her wet 
rippling pussy was trying to milk his pistoning cock dry, and her legs 
raised even higher in a silent plan to receive more and more of his 
thundering manhood.
     Ron Fleming rose to his feet unsteadily, and made his way toward 
the threesome sprawled on the floor, his massive throbbing penis jutting 
out in front of him in fierce splendor. He couldn't take it any longer! 
With a lusting growl, he shouldered Myra aside in his blind desire to 
get to his wife. Myra smiled to herself, not surprised by his behavior, 
and allowed him to position himself beside the sex crazed young blonde. 
Sharon was astonished by what was happening, and she suffered a pang of 
disappointment when she felt Myra's warm hands being torn away from her 
eagerly palpitating breasts.
     "Sharon ... Sharon ..." her husband's voice penetrated her ears.
     She opened her eyes to see Ron lying beside her, his great white 
pulsating cock bobbing before him, held aloft between his thumb and 
forefinger.
     "Ron ..." she mumbled dumbly, her eyes dropping to his long livid 
erection, her face flushed with pleasure from Dick's body jolting 
thrusts into her almost insanely aroused vagina.
     "I want you to suck my cock ..." her husband rasped hoarsely, his 
eyes wild with lust, "suck it in your mouth ... please ... baby"
     A quiver of fear convulsed Sharon, and she glanced at the wild 
thickness of his cock.
     Yes, yes,  I'd like to suck it ... just the way Myra Green did ... 
I want to taste my husband's cum ... know the feel of it in my mouth. .. 
then I'll really have gone all the way ...
     "Darling!" she moaned to him. "Darling, yes!"
     "Please, darling, I want to suck it!"
     Tremors of lewd desire ran rampant through Ron's naked flesh. This 
was what he had always dreamed of! This was what he had always wanted, 
but never thought he would achieve! She was literally begging him to 
allow her to suck his prick! She wanted it, wanted his body, wanted him!
     "Yes!" he crooned. "Oh Jesus, yes, baby, yes!"
     As if in a trance, her trembling hands reached out for the long, 
blood engorged shaft, her fingertips grazing along the burning surface. 
Ron sighed from the coolness of her touch, and Sharon could feel his 
massive shaft pulsating eagerly in her hand.
     She gently rotated it between her fingers and her palms, eliciting 
moans of passion from him, feeling the pounding blood heat of it in her 
teasing hand. She steadied it at the base, circling it with thumb and 
forefinger, deep down among the curly wisps, and she stared at the thin 
sheen of pearl-colored lubricating fluid which had dribbled from the 
small opening in the glans and flowed down along the shaft, causing it 
to shine moistly. She kept staring at it, as if hypnotized by that 
unseeing eye, the purplish red palpitating life which she cradled in her 
hand.
     It seemed to sway before her face, like a charmed cobra, urging her 
mutely to come closer, come nearer. She obeyed. Her wet parted lips were 
only a scant inch from the lust swollen head, half an inch, then her 
tongue came out with agonizing slowness and touched the rubbery glans, 
touched it and began to eagerly swirl around the opening, lapping up all 
the thick, sticky fluid.  Sharon's brain reeled from the electric touch 
of her tongue on his massive heated penis, from the saline, not 
unpleasant taste of his semen. It was good, good, good! She hadn't 
dreamed it would be this good! She opened her mouth wider and took the 
head inside her warm oral cavity, swirling her tongue faster and faster 
now over the dripping glans, causing the young husband to cry out in 
pure delight.
     "Oh Jesus, Jesus, baby, that's it! Oh Christ, that's ittttt!" he 
wailed, wrapping his hands in her long golden hair and making her take 
more of his rigidly throbbing column into her gently nibbling mouth.
     Dick Green had slowed the fierceness of his assault on Sharon's 
wetly quivering vagina down to a maddeningly slow tempo, which increased 
the aching pressure in his balls a hundred fold as he teased the 
sensitive head of his cock on the softly lubricated walls of her gently 
sucking vagina. He knew that Ron was joining the act, and that Myra soon 
would, and he didn't want to cum himself until they could all cum 
together!
     Sharon tantalizingly massaged the soft resilient skin of her 
husband's testicles with one hand as her thumb and forefinger stroked 
the mighty base of his cock. She was sucking rhythmically up and down 
now, twirling the softness of her tongue maddeningly around it at the 
apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking across the tiny split in the 
glans in perfect rhythm to the smooth fucking motions being made in her 
cunt. Ron flexed his buttocks, moaning, looking at her tightly ovaled 
lips and lovely young face bobbing up and down on his huge penis. He saw 
her lips being pulled out grotesquely, wetly clinging to his thick cock 
as she sucked with a passionate hunger; and he sensed her feverish mind 
churning with the delicious lewdness of the act as her hot little cunt 
responded to each of Dick's powerful thrusts.
     Ron saw her naked ripe breasts flexing and dancing and he knew he 
was going to cum before very much longer. He could feel the surging, 
boiling activity in his sperm laden balls, the impending eruption of his 
churning white semen. God, she was ... she was incredible! Even Myra 
Green hadn't been this good when she had sucked him senseless. He had 
never known it could be like this!
     "Oh, God, Sharon, that's it ..." he moaned through clenched teeth, 
as he pulled her face closer into his wildly jerking member. Sharon 
trembled from the sensation of having her mouth filled at last with her 
own husband's passion hardened cock, inhaling the strong male odor of 
him, tasting the living warmth of his masculinity with her wet eager 
lips. Joyfully, she licked and sucked at it, swirling and laving with 
her flowing saliva juices, dipping her tongue into the tiny opening at 
the tip. Her hand dropped from the thick base and began to gently 
massage his scrotum, causing him to moan loudly in rapturous delight. 
The young wife's eyes closed in ecstasy as she gave herself up to 
sucking her husband's long hot penis while Dick fucked her with long, 
hard even strokes.
     Myra observed the strange trio with an inexorably growing desire. 
She removed her hands from between her firm milky thighs where she'd 
been teasing the erect bud of her aroused little clitoris with her 
fingers. Determined now not to be left out any longer, she moved over to 
where her husband and the Flemings were engrossed in their three way sex 
act.
     Completely aroused now, she positioned herself on the floor beside 
Ron, spreading her legs wide, offering him the tempting opening of her 
wet heated pussy.
     Ron was startled by this new development and stared unblinkingly at 
the moist pinkness of her lusciously gleaming vaginal furrow, 
provocatively displayed for his benefit. His lust hardened penis was on 
fire and felt as if it was expanding by the second in Sharon's warm, 
caressing mouth, and his powerful young body was convulsed with 
uncontrollable quivers of pleasure.  The nearness of Myra now, aroused 
him even more and his tongue slowly circled his lips in eager 
anticipation of what was about to take place. But it had to take place 
soon, or Sharon was going to end it all by making him cum inside her 
voracious sucking mouth! He moved closer to Myra's blatantly displayed 
pussy and placed his thumbs on the soft fleshy flanges of her wet heated 
cunt. Then, with a deliberately slow, torturing outward movement he 
slowly drew apart the hair lined vaginal lips and pressed his greedy 
mouth against her blushing pink flesh, his long slippery tongue darting 
snake like into the throbbing warmth of her femaleness. Her stomach 
rolled, and she felt a convulsive spasm of delight course up and down 
her spine as he sucked wildly and nibbled at her erect clitoris Lath the 
sharp tips of his teeth.
     Ron lashed out with his tongue and swept it along her moist 
throbbing vaginal slit, his hands tightening on her firm curved thighs, 
pulling her even closer to him. She was moaning loudly already 
impassioned, her naked lush body squirming against the floor, her knees 
drawn up, her own hands kneading furiously at her excited palpitating 
breasts.
     He licked at the wild writhing hole of her eager little pussy, 
teasing it gently, before stiffening his tongue and ramming in forcibly 
into the warm wet orifice once again.
     Myra moaned ecstatically as her tongue ran along her own trembling 
lips, her face a mask of contorted lust. She was grinding her loins 
against Ron's sucking wet mouth, her passion ripping cunt flowering open 
to rim his nose and mouth and draw his tongue farther into the warm 
churning depths of her pussy.
     "Oh eat me, baby, eat me up!" she groaned, watching with 
fascination as his handsome young face bobbed with the effort of his 
assault. She whimpered, lay back on the floor, and arched her back like 
a bow as her hands clutched unashamedly at his head to pull him in 
tighter against her hungry squirming cunt as his wet sucking noises 
filled her ears. He reached up and placed both hands on her heaving, 
hard rippled breasts, his wide shoulders and upper arms prying her legs 
even further apart. As his mouth and tongue worked in bestial 
subjugation at the lusciousness of her hotly throbbing vagina, his eyes 
remained open wide, watching with vulgar excitement the grotesque 
contortions of her face.
     Sharon was aware of Ron's movement as she continued to enclose her 
husband's thick pulsing cock in her mouth, and for a second she assumed 
that Ron was just shifting position. But Myra's loud moan of pleasure 
assailed her ears, and opening her eyes she choked back a gasp when she 
saw that her husband was licking Dick's wife's vagina. She felt a twinge 
of jealousy when she recalled what she had seen that very afternoon in 
the back yard of the Green's house, but it was forgotten in the surges 
of frantic delight which continually rippled through her sensually 
awakened body. She could see the smooth wet pinkness of the older 
woman's hungry throbbing pussy; she could see the petal shaped opening 
contracting and dilating wetly around her husband's tongue ... and above 
it all could see Myra's visibly pulsating clitoris.
     Her own wild pleasure was rising by the second as she thrust back 
against Dick's huge invading penis, and she timed her own cock sucking 
motions with his passionate rhythm. She felt a new growing excitement at 
the thought of the lascivious four way orgy she was involved in. She 
derived a lurid thrill from the thought that she was being beautifully 
fucked by another man, while she sucked her husband's hot throbbing 
cock, and while he in turn kissed and licked another woman's vagina. She 
had never in her wildest dreams imagined that she would be involved in 
anything resembling this, and yet, here she was, enjoying it beyond 
measure, satisfying and being satisfied, her body a trembling volcano of 
fiery sensations.  She could feel the pressure for release mounting 
steadily in her shamelessly aroused young body and knew that she 
couldn't hold out much longer. She wanted the wild act to last for as 
long as possible, but the end was in sight for her, and for the others, 
too, she knew. She could tell by the quickening tempo of their furious 
sucking and fucking and licking, and her savage pulse beat throbbed in 
hedonistic anticipation.
     "I'm ... I'm almost ... there!" Dick shouted in mindless ecstasy 
then, and she gurgled her agreement, her encouragement, and her need to 
him.
     Dick increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as the 
wild young blonde writhed wildly beneath him, grinding her hot clasping 
pussy up and down his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her 
toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards in bucking and 
fucking motions that threatened to unseat him. He knew she was near 
orgasm, and he pistoned into her like a maniac, reveling in the wet, 
slurping sounds which came to his ears from his pile driving cock in her 
eager sucking cunt. He pressed his hands behind her knees and thrust 
them back hard against her breasts, until her head and Ron's wetly 
glistening cock in her lips were framed between them.
     "Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh!" Sharon chanted under him as she 
felt her orgasm climbing to the very pinnacle. Her passion contorted 
features were like a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft, innocent 
beauty as she began sucking her husband's cock in the rhythm of the 
pounding in her cunt.
     Ron was almost delirious as he felt his full hard length 
disappearing to the hilt in his wife's madly working mouth and then 
sliding quickly out until only the lust straining head was still hotly 
enclosed in between her tightly availed lips. As she labored over his 
still inflating shaft, he could feel great whirls of heat flushing 
around inside him. He was twitching and squirming now beyond all control 
and every muscle in his body felt stretched and taut to the snapping 
point. He began to grunt and mewl, all rational thought driven from his 
head by the desire to drench his wife's throat in his hot male semen, 
saturate her wild working gullet with his thick white sperm. She lost 
all identity now. She was just a receptacle for his steadily rising cum, 
and he was ready to spew it deep up into her voracious contracting 
throat.
     Myra's hips ground forward, burying Ron's hot flicking tongue to 
its roots, as he renewed his obscene attack with all the energy of his 
own impending climax.
     "Ooooooooh, yesssss!" she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider 
to give him even greater access. Her mind was lost in a flood of 
ecstasy. Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips 
upward toward the wet sensuous probe up between her legs. Her thighs 
opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking so 
gluttonously at her heated steaming cunt. She kicked her heels against 
his back, spurring him on to suck harder, harder, and the cords of her 
neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled 
hair of his head.
     As he continued to hammer into Sharon's tight little cunt, Dick 
sensed he would be the first to cum. With renewed urgency, he thrust 
faster, deeper, with all the strength he possessed. He felt her jerk, 
lurch, and spasm wildly as the frantically palpitating mouth of her 
vagina began sucking at him feverishly. That did it! He sensed his hot, 
churning sperm race the long thick length of his penis in incredible 
ecstasy, causing his body to tremble with palsied motion as his pent up 
juices spurted from the opening in his cock deep into her violent 
quivering recesses ... it was a never ending flow which caused the young 
wife moan with spasmodic, indecipherable cries of delight as her lust 
tautened belly quaked with the unleashed pool of white hot cum he 
emptied into her ...
     Sharon felt her whole body go tense and knew that the moment had 
come for her as well!! She groaned and cried out, but her sighs were 
muffled around Ron's wild jerking cock. She twitched and churned in 
abandoned release. Her voluptuous ripened body quivering and shaking as 
she was jolted by exquisite flashes of fiery heat that left her 
breathlessly excited. Through the daze of her own cumming, she was aware 
of a tautness in Ron's body, and then her mouth was filled to 
overflowing with a heated white lava which gushed and ran unchecked into 
her choking throat, flooding her completely, making her gulp greedily in 
a futile effort to swallow it all. She wanted to take every drop of her 
husband's sperm which she was tasting for the first time, but some of it 
managed to trickle lewdly down the corners of her mouth to her chin. 
Still the flood continued, as never ending as the hot tide which poured 
into her convulsing vaginal sheath from the insatiable Dick, and she 
thought she felt the two liquids coming hotly together once more in the 
depths of her hungry welcoming stomach.
     A guttural groan had torn itself from deep in Ron's chest as he 
felt the first tearing away of the hot sticky sperm from his impossibly 
overloaded balls. He felt the headlong rush of the rolling liquid as it 
foamed along the tube of his desperately pumping cock and then erupted 
in a warm, frothy cascade into Sharon's wild sucking mouth. As her lips 
tightened even more around his palpitating shaft, he shuddered in 
mindless bliss. A second later, he felt a sudden gush of heated feminine 
juices flow out over his chin and tongue from the dark recesses of 
Myra's furiously climaxing cunt.
     "Ooohhhh! Ooooohhh! Oooooohh!" Myra sobbed wildly, "I'm there! I'm 
... I'm ... Aaaaggghhh ..." And he was cumming too, grinding her greedy 
gushing pussy against Ron's laboring lips and nose, releasing her warm 
perfumed cum onto his perspiring face.
     It seemed to Sharon that the four of them experienced one long 
orgasm which started with Dick and worked its way along the lascivious 
circle to Myra, ending there. For what seemed like an eternity they all 
nakedly bucked and strained, emptying themselves to the core, draining 
themselves of every drop of their orgasming fluids. At last, it was 
quiet, the air filled only with the heavy breathing and deep satiated 
sighs of the two couples as they clung to each other in perfect 
contentment.
     They remained that way for a long while, gazing shyly at each 
other, giggling with almost school boy self consciousness. But then the 
nearness of their naked bodies raised the fire of passion once more in 
them, and they rearranged themselves for the next round of their 
insatiable, orgiastic bout, which was to last ecstatically, 
hedonistically, until the early morning hours. It was a night none of 
them would soon forget.



                               Chapter 7

     "What's for breakfast, honey?"
     Sharon Fleming smiled to herself as her husband's voice came to her 
from their bedroom, relaxed and loving.
     "Omelets, darling," she called back.
     "My, my, aren't we fancy!"
     Sharon laughed, and bent over the frying pan to give the golden 
puffy eggs another look. They were popping in the melted butter, and the 
edges were just beginning to turn a perfect brown. Sharon listened to 
her husband getting out of bed, heard him yawn broadly, and imagined him 
stretching the sleep out of his muscular, naked body. She smiled to 
herself again as she remembered how it had been before they'd met the 
Greens, how they'd wake up every morning dressed primly in their 
pajamas. But now it was different! In the three months since that first 
orgy at the Green's house, their whole sexual lives together had matured 
and grown more exciting, and they had no more need for a lot of 
encumbering nightclothes. Even now, as she stood watching over the 
morning eggs, Sharon wore no clothes, but stood proudly naked with her 
firm full breasts jutting out from her body and the soft curling blonde 
hairs up between her thighs exposed to the late morning light.
     Sharon jumped as she felt her husband's hands encircle her waist 
and sneak down into the V of her naked loins. She shivered as he moved 
his hands ever so slightly back and forth along the bones of her hips 
and pubic mound.
     "Mmmmmm, that's the kind of chef I like to see," he breathed into 
her ear.
     Sharon laughed, and turned her body into his unclothed maleness, 
breathing in the musky scent of the precious night's passionate love 
making.
     "And what's more, she can cook, too," Ron added, pressing her into 
him teasingly.
     "All right, Romeo, calm down," Sharon giggled. "Your breakfast's 
almost ready."
     "Oh no ... you don't think ..." Ron's eyebrows went up in mock 
surprise. "You can't possibly think I'm interested in food at a time 
like this! Can't you see, it's not your omelet I want, it's your body!"
     Sharon laughed again into his face, and then threw her arms around 
his neck with exaggerated passion
     "But don't you see, darling? Don't you understand? My body you can 
have anytime ... but how often do you get omelets?"
     "Ohhhhh ... I see ... well, you've got a point there, of course," 
Ron mused. "First things first, of course."
     "Of course," his beautiful wife laughed, and together they moved 
toward the breakfast table.
     "The eggs?" Ron whispered in her ear.
     "Oh!" Sharon remembered, and turned back to the stove, cut off the 
heat, and served the omelet up on two plates she'd set on the sideboard. 
She gathered up two napkins and made her way to the table.
     Ron smiled as she sat down across from him, her round young breasts 
swinging freely before his eyes. He gazed proudly as she bent over her 
breakfast, so free now, so unencumbered by the sexual fetters that had 
bound her for so long, that had prevented her, and him too, of course, 
from living their relationship to the fullest in all its facets. He 
couldn't ever thank the Green's enough for having exposed her, exposed 
both of them, to the unparalleled pleasures of an unrepressed sex life.
     "I wonder how Dick and Myra are getting on?" Ron said, picking up 
his fork to begin.
     "Oh, didn't I tell you?" Sharon replied. "I got a letter from Myra 
yesterday. Just a short one. She said something about Dick's forming a 
new bank with some people."
     "Christ, you can't hold that man down!"
     "Don't I know it," Sharon giggled, and winked as her husband looked 
up at her. "Financially is what I mean."
     "Sure you do," Ron laughed.
     "Anyway, she said everything was fine, and that they'd like to get 
together some weekend or holiday or something."
     "Well, I'm for that!" Ron said. "It would be great to see them."
     "That's what I said in the letter I sent them yesterday," Sharon 
smiled. "I didn't think you'd have any objections."
     They finished their breakfast, and Sharon cleared away the dishes. 
Ron leaned back in his chair, and burped with satisfaction. He thought 
of the month they'd spent with the Greens before he and Sharon had 
decided to move to Southern California. It had been perhaps the most 
exciting and maturing month in both of their lives.  Sharon had learned 
all the intricate ways of sexual fulfillment the eagerness and curiosity 
of a first time student, and he had reamed a lot of exciting things from 
the amazingly improvisational Myra Green. All in all, that month had 
freed both him and Sharon from the burden of uncomfortable, Self 
conscious sex they'd labored under ever since they'd been married, and 
now ... Ron looked across to where his wife leaned across the sink, her 
soft ripened breasts hanging down like luscious fruits, her thighs 
pressed up against the drain board hiding the secret patch of hair 
between her relaxed thighs ... well, now it was different.
     Yes, the Greens were wonderful people, there was no doubt about 
that, and they had probably saved his marriage. The only thing Ron 
regretted about having moved to Southern California was having to give 
up those fantastic evenings when the four of them would get together. 
Still, it was probably for the best. He and Sharon had needed new 
surroundings, a new environment in which to plant the seeds of their new 
life together. Ron knew that since their friendship with the Greens had 
only been one based on sexuality, it would probably have only died a 
slow lingering death anyway. But this way they could see the Greens a 
few weekends a year, and yet have the opportunity to make new friends in 
their new home in the San Bernadino Hills.
     Yes, everything had worked out beautifully, and Ron was satisfied. 
He rose from the table, walked over to where his wife was rinsing off 
the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and pressed himself up 
against her, feeling the cool, smooth roundness of her naked buttocks up 
against the limp flesh of his restless slumbering cock.
     "Ummm ... great breakfast, honey."
     Sharon turned to him, and smiled, throwing her bare arms around his 
neck almost languidly.
     "And the cook? How was she?"
     "Delicious, as usual!" Ron laughed. He grazed his lips along her 
cheek, and then came to rest gently on her half parted mouth. He kissed 
her long and slow. Her eyes were shining when he finally released her 
mouth.
     "Oh, Ron ... you shouldn't do that kind of thing. Not so soon after 
we've eaten."
     "You're insatiable!" Ron chuckled, giving her curved buttocks a 
light love tap. "And I'm going to go shave."
     "There are fresh razors in the medicine chest, darling," Sharon 
called after him, as he left the kitchen.
     "Thanks."
     Sharon turned her back to the sink, finished rinsing the dishes, 
and then put them in the dishwasher. She started the machine, and then 
wandered back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed across from the 
bathroom. She gazed admiringly at her husband's powerful built body as 
he stood in front of their large bathroom mirror, pressing the shaving 
lotion from the aerosol can, filling the room with the penetrating scent 
of artificial lemons.  God, he was a handsome man! She wondered how she 
could ever leave resisted him in anything, how she could ever have been 
so shy, so reticent about giving herself to her husband and taking his 
powerful body inside her in any way possible. Her gaze fell on his 
massive cock, and her loins stirred again as she remembered how it had 
pierced her to the very core the night before, slowly at first, then 
fiercely driving her to the pinnacle of desire. It always amazed her 
that that small, innocent, flaccid arm of flesh could grow to the 
unbelievable hugeness that filled her whole belly so completely, so 
wonderfully!
     My God, you are insatiable, aren't you?"
     Sharon looked up to find her husband's eyes resting on her with a 
knowing twinkle. She blushed.
     "I was just thinking ..."
     "I know exactly what you were thinking, dear," Ron laughed, picking 
up his razor.
     "It was good last night, wasn't it darling?"
     "It's always good, baby, you know that."
     Sharon smiled at his appreciative tone, and lay back across the 
bed. It was always good. And yet she missed Dick Green, missed the 
variety he had given her sex life, the variety that always made her 
appreciate her husband even more. She wished they could meet some people 
in their new neighborhood who were, well, as free and uninhibited as the 
Green's had been. Her mind searched about among the people she and Ron 
had met since they'd been living in Southern California.
     "Ron ...?"
     "HMMMMM?"
     "Do you remember the Atkinson's?"
     Her husband paused, rinsed out his razor, and began on the other 
side of his face.
     "No, I don't think so."
     "Oh, of course you do. They were the nice young couple we met at 
the Freeman's party last week."
     "Oh, yeah, sure," Ron said, "that cute little blonde with the ... 
uh ... well developed chest." Sharon laughed.
     "I thought you'd remember that. Funny, though, that's not what I 
remember. I remember thinking how well hung George Atkinson must be 
under those tight little . ."
     "All right, all right," Ron chuckled. "I get the message."
     Sharon drew her shapely legs up under her on the bed, and raised 
her head on one arm.
     "Well, what did you think of them, dear?"
     "The Atkinsons?"
     "Yes. Weren't they nice?"
     "Sure. Especially Mrs. Atkinson. I don't know when I've ever seen 
such a sexy chick ... except for you, of course," he added as a teasing 
afterthought.
     "You're horrible," Sharon giggled, and then grew serious again. "I 
was thinking we might ask them over sometime."
     Ron finished shaving, rinsed out his razor, and put it back in the 
medicine chest. Wiping his face on a towel, he walked slowly into the 
bedroom.
     "You mean here to the house?"
     "Yes, why not? I think they'd be fun to get to know."
     Ron stared at his wife, and caught the unmistakable look in her eye 
as she tried to keep her meaning obscured, and failed.
     "Well, well, well ..." he said, with an amused whistle. "Whatever 
is going on in that little scheming mind of yours?"
     "Oh, Ron ..." she said, blushing now in embarrassment, "I just 
thought ..."
     "Yes, that's what I thought you thought."
     He stood gazing at his blushing young wife, and smiled at her 
discomfort. She was still like an innocent little girl, even after all 
she'd been through the last few months. Ron supposed that was why she 
was so exciting to be with, especially in bed. It was like going out on 
a first date every time. He winked at her as she looked up at him, and 
then came over to the bed and sat beside her.
     "You were thinking, 'Wouldn't it be nice if George and Carol 
Atkinson turned out to be another Dick and Myra Green' ... Am I wrong?"
     Sharon smiled up at him, and then threw her arms around his 
muscular waist and forced him down on the bed, moving quickly to sit on 
top of his stomach with her pubic hair teasing the hairs on his chest.
     "Oh, why do you always have to be so smart?" she laughed, bending 
over him to plant a kiss on his upturned lips.
     Ron sighed with pleasure as he felt her warm naked breasts graze 
against his body, and accepted her kiss willingly.
     "Oh, I don't know," he answered, "maybe because I have a beautiful 
wife who is so innocent she can't be subtle."
     "Well, I'm not very subtle, I guess you're right about that. But 
what about my idea? I think it would be nice to get to know the 
Atkinsons, I mean even if they weren't ... you know ..."
     "Even if they weren't the swapping kind," Ron finished for her. 
"But wouldn't it be nice if they were, right?"
     "Well ... that's right."
     Ron laughed again, and as he did, his mind went back to the 
Freeman's party the week before, and his mind's eye played again, as it 
did that night, over the inviting attractiveness of Carol Atkinson's 
fresh young body, imagining how irresistible it must be stripped, naked, 
eager and begging for his plunging cock.
     "I think it's a great idea, dear. Only I really do wonder if 
they're the types who'd want to ... get better acquainted in that way."
     "Well, we won't know until we try, will we?"
     Ron looked up at his wife as she straddled him, saw the eager 
excitement there, and laughed. What the hell, he wanted it as much as 
she did.
     "It's a deal. What about Friday night?"
     "I'll call them!" Sharon began to raise herself off her husband's 
body, but he caught her arm and twisted her off balance back onto the 
bed, immediately coming up over her to press his body down on her 
giggling frame.
     "Oh, Ron, come on ..."
     "You can call them later," he said, brushing his lips across her 
lush young breasts.
     "I can call them now," she returned, laughingly twisting her body 
out from under him and escaping his clutches. She stood above him off 
the bed. "They might be home this time of day."
     "All right, I give up. The first mention of a new cock, and you 
forget all about your poor old husband, just lying here pining away for 
want of attention." he pouted comically.
     "I'll be right back, poor old husband," Sharon laughed. "This won't 
take a minute."
     Ron watched her as she sensuously moved across the room to the 
phone on the dressing table by the door. He stared as her sculpted hips 
swayed when she walked, and then came to rest against the top of the 
table as she searched the telephone book for the Atkinson's number. He 
smiled to himself. Poor George Atkinson would never know what hit him! 
Sharon was every inch as exciting and enticing as Myra Green had been, 
even more so! Ron felt a twinge of jealousy pass through him as he 
imagined another man sampling the joys of his wife's undulating hips, 
her panting breasts, her clasping, sucking cunt. And then he laughed. He 
knew he wouldn't mind too much. Because at the same time he would be 
losing himself in the maddeningly sexual beauty of Carol Atkinson's 
young wanton thrashing body. He could hardly wait!
     "Sharon?"
     "Yes, dear?"
     "Do you realize this is the first time we've done this? I mean, 
taken the initiative in  anything like this?"
     Sharon turned from the phone, and arched her finely crafted body 
towards her husband.
     "But it won't be the last, will it darling? It won't be the last."
     And as he looked at her, Ron knew beyond the shadow of a doubt, 
that she was right.



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