DP-118  Housewife's Desire
(Jim Bellows) 


INTRODUCTION 

Most of today's leading psychologists and other authorities in the field of 
sex and marriage feel that the suppression of desires and fantasies is still 
the number-one cause of sexual frustration and discontent. 

In many marriages the lack of communication between the husband and the wife 
is the basic reason for the lack of happy sexual relations. Because even if 
the individual person, man or woman, has been able to shake off the various 
sexual "hangups" there is still the problem of letting the partner know what 
is desired and needed. 

Probably one of the greatest problems encountered by the average married 
couple is sexual incompatibility. Indeed, various studies have shown that 
the majority of all divorces had unsatisfactory sexual relations as a 
primary factor. 

Because there is so much ignorance of the most fundamental anatomical facts 
and knowledge, along with the fears generated by myths and outright lies, it 
is of the utmost importance for the general public to have books and other 
publications available for study. 

Fortunately, we are now living in a period of open attack on sexual 
maladjustment. There is really no excuse for modern married couples to deny 
themselves true sexual happiness because of the lack of knowledge. Many 
authorities have embarked on a campaign to educate their patients and 
general society to a happier sex life. 

This is all to the good, of course -- if it is remembered that it is a fatal 
mistake to try and disentangle completely the spiritual from the physical. 
Love, especially in marriage, should be a combination of many things, with 
sex only as a very important part. 

This is the story of a young man with a good marriage in all ways except in 
sex. Because of a lack of communications with his young wife, during which 
time he seeks outside sex with more uninhibited females, he doesn't know 
that his wife, too, has secret desires. His "cheating" is discovered by his 
wife, but luckily she is understanding and forgiving because of her own 
daydreams and erotic fantasies. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The screen and the projector were in position for the showing of the stag 
film. Ken Mantell had expected the usual Wednesday-evening card game, but he 
hadn't objected when his friend, neighbor, and fellow-worker had suggested 
that they watch the sex film that had arrived in the mail that day. 

They were in the double garage belonging to Floyd Sikes and the only other 
card player to show up was George Hastings from down the street. George was 
also a friend, neighbor, and fellow-worker. Ken just hoped that the two 
wives wouldn't decide to come to the garage, as they had at times. His own 
wife wouldn't come, because he had told her that men didn't like to have 
females around during even a low-stakes poker game. 

"Get that light, will you, George? Are you ready for some hot scenes, Ken?" 
Floyd laughed. "Here we go, boys! Our wives will probably really get some 
pronging tonight!" 

George turned the light out and Floyd started the projector. Ken settled 
back in his chair at the card table, knowing that he would get a hard-on. It 
had been quite a while since he had viewed a sex film, but he often got an 
erection when just having erotic thoughts. 

The film was in color. It started out by showing a group of young men and 
women getting undressed. Within a few seconds there were closeup shots of 
titties, both big and small, hair-lined cunts, hanging balls, and limp 
cocks. A man was shown stretched out on his back on a blood-red carpet, with 
a bright blue sofa directly in back of him. Only legs, both male and female, 
showed that people were sitting on the sofa. 

A naked young woman with big breasts appeared on the screen and dropped to 
her knees between the man's legs. She wrapped her fingers around the soft 
organ and it began stiffening. The camera shifted to the man's head. Another 
naked woman dropped to her knees and put her dark crotch within his reach. 
He probed at her cunt with one finger, then lifted his head and probed the 
pussy with his tongue. 

There was another closeup of the woman hovering over the man's midsection. 
His cock was erect, the head was in her sucking mouth, and her fist was 
moving up and down on the poking shaft. Her other hand was cupping the man's 
balls, her fingers squeezing -- and by then Ken's cock was straining against 
his shorts and slacks. 

There was another shift of the camera to a young woman down on her hands and 
knees. A man was on his knees behind her shapely rump pronging her 
dog-fashion. A few seconds later there .was a shot of another man on his 
back with a woman squatting over him, riding up and down on his thrusting 
tool. 

The camera had been moved so close the entire screen was taken up with the 
clinging cunt moving up and down on the wetly glistening shaft. Then. there 
was a shot of the girl's upper body and pretty face. She had small pointed 
breasts. A man was standing on each side of her, each with his hard cock 
pushed against her lips and her tongue was licking one swollen knob and then 
the other in fast, flicking movements. 

"This picture isn't bad," George said. "I would sure as hell like to be in 
the camera-man's shoes!" 

Floyd laughed. "He's probably as naked as a jay-bird, too. And he probably 
has a bone-on that's causing his nuts to ache! To tell you the truth, I 
wouldn't mind being one of the studs in the picture. How about you, Ken?" 

"They seem to be having themselves a great time all right," Ken said. "It's 
plain that they aren't just performing for money, I mean, but I'm not sure 
that I could keep my pecker hard under those conditions." 

"Look at that," George said. 

Ken was looking. The camera had gone back to the woman sucking the man's 
cock. He was ejaculating, the semen overflowing the woman's greedy mouth and 
oozing out from around her clinging lips. The white stuff dribbled down the 
shaft and onto the woman's milking fist. She let the softening prick slip 
from her mouth, licked the limber shaft, then began cleaning her fingers 
with her lapping tongue. 

"That gal's really a glutton for the pecker juice," Floyd said. "She could 
swing on my dong any old time." 

The camera shifted back to the man screwing the woman dog-fashion. "Look at 
that fucker go," George said. "Two bucks will get you four if he doesn't 
pull his dick out at the last moment." 

"No bet," Floyd said. "Most of these films show the jism spurting out of 
cocks just about all the time. Which has to take some of the pleasure out of 
it for both the studs and the gals. There he goes!" 

The man had made a few very fast thrusts into the woman's pussy, then pulled 
out, and was using his fist to beat his hard and wet cock. The semen spurted 
and splattered on the woman's back and buttocks, forming puddles of white 
goo on her darkly tanned skin. 

Ken's straining cock jerked against his re-straining clothes and for a 
moment he thought he was going to ejaculate. But he grabbed his thrusting 
cock, squeezed, and managed to hold back. As it was, he felt a drop of 
pre-cum ooze out and wet his shorts and slacks. He was glad it was dark even 
if the table did hide his lower body. George was sitting across from him and 
he wondered if the older man was having the same problem. 

Not that thirty-four was all that much older than his own twenty-six, Ken 
thought, remembering that Floyd was thirty-six. He wondered if the two men 
had oral sex with their wives. They probably did, as they were always making 
cracks that indicated as much. Well, he had never done anything like that 
with his wife. Not that he hadn't had some fancy thoughts along those lines. 
It was just that he and Carol didn't have very good communications where sex 
was concerned 

"There's so damn much going on now it's difficult to focus on any one act!" 

Floyd had done the speaking and Ken silently agreed. There were all kinds of 
sex acts being performed on the screen, with the group scene being shot from 
a wide angle, and Ken figured that the film was just about finished. But 
soon there was another close-up shot. A woman was on her back, her buttocks 
on a pillow and tilted at an angle, and a man was screwing her in her 
rectum. He had his thumb rubbing her pussy lips while he pounded his big 
cock in the clinging asshole. Again the pistoning prick and its tight 
receptacle covered the entire screen. 

"That stud won't last long in that dark tunnel," Floyd said. "I'm afraid 
they didn't time it very well, though. The film's just about to spin off. 
There it goes." 

George turned the light on. Floyd was sitting on the other side of the 
projector so Ken couldn't tell how much effect the sex scenes had had on him 
physically. His own cock had lost some of its hardness. Seeing so much 
action had somehow caused his passion to simmer down a great deal. 

Ken wasn't surprised when Floyd said that they would run the film again. The 
second time he saw many details that he had missed. He got another stiff 
erection, but he didn't come close to shooting off. His nuts were beginning 
to ache and he knew that he would have to climax before going to sleep. He 
had never forced himself upon his wife, so if she wasn't in the mood he 
would just have to use his fist. Even if he managed to get to sleep he would 
wake up at some time during the night having a wet-dream. That was so messy 
and also too damned wasteful. 

Floyd and George made more comments during the second showing, but Ken 
didn't pay much attention. He was wondering how it would work out if he 
borrowed the projector, screen, and film and watched the torrid sexual 
activities with Carol. His lovely young wife just might be turned on, even 
if he had heard that such scenes didn't usually have the same effect on 
females. 

Later Floyd and George said they had another film they wanted Ken to see. He 
was eager to get back home, which was just next door, but he was afraid that 
they would laugh if he rushed away. He sat through another sex movie, which 
was also in vivid color, and got as hot as hell again from watching the 
sucking and fucking. 

There was actually very little fucking, as there were three young girls and 
one young man. The movie started with the three females taking the fellow's 
clothes off. They were already naked, and all three had shapely bodies. The 
man's penis was soft and the girls took turns working on it with their 
mouths, tongues, and fingers. They finally had it thrusting stiffly, George 
made a remark about how jaded the guy was, and Floyd said he wished that his 
prick would expand as much. 

The young guy did have a big cock, but Ken didn't think it was any longer 
than his own nine inches. And he wished that he had just one of the girls 
going to town on his stiff organ right then. He could easily count the 
blow-jobs he'd had before getting married and he had never cheated on his 
wife in any manner. He didn't think he would do so even if given the chance, 
but that didn't keep hind from having some wild fantasies. 

The man remained seated on the couch, leaning his upper body backward, with 
his legs stretched out in front of him. One of the girls straddled him, 
facing the camera, and another girl guided the fellow's thrusting tool. The 
stiff cock speared up into the snatch and the shapely female began bouncing 
up and down. 

Another girl got down and licked the man's balls. There was a close-up again 
and the glistening shaft was pulled out of the clinging pussy. The girl who 
had been licking the balls grabbed the hard cock and engulfed the swollen 
glans with her mouth. 

She only sucked for a few seconds, though, and lifted her mouth and face. 
The cock exploded and shot jism all over her face and into her mouth. The 
rest of the film consisted of more of the same. The other two girls blew the 
man until he ejaculated, then pulled away for the camera to put on film the 
spurting climax. Ken couldn't keep from wondering how long it had taken to 
make the movie. His own record was three climaxes in a two-hour period -- 
and that had been a couple of years before when he had first married Carol. 

By the time the movie was over, Ken's cock had drooped considerably. The 
suck-off scenes had finally just about turned him off. He didn't get any 
special kick out of watching cocks ejaculate, aside from wishing that his 
own penis was in a female's greedy mouth, and he had had a hard-on much too 
long. His nuts were aching and he knew that there would be some discomfort 
if not actual pain when he did shoot off. 

"Virginia had better be ready for some action when I get in the house," 
Floyd said, chuckling. "We'll just leave everything as is, fellows. I guess 
you both are ready for some fast action, too!" 

"June will appreciate this load I'm carrying," George said, also chuckling. 

The light hadn't been turned on. Ken said that he would see them in the 
morning, then hurried from the garage. He didn't want to discuss his 
relations with his wife, sexual or otherwise. 

He went in the back door, locked it, and went on through the dark kitchen 
and into the hallway. He saw the light in the living room and went in there. 
His beautiful young wife was sitting in an easy chair reading a magazine. 
She looked up and smiled when he lowered to a nearby couch. 

"You're early, Ken. You must have been winning since the game broke up so 
soon." 

"Nobody ever loses much," Ken said, not sure that he wanted to mention the 
stag films. "I was a little sleepy so I thought I would turn in early." 

"I've already taken a bath," Carol said, placing the magazine on the table 
beside the chair. "I'm ready. You don't want a bite to eat?" 

"I'm not hungry," Ken said, wishing that he had the nerve to tell what kind 
of hunger was really gnawing at him. He had only gone down on one girl in 
his life and he had been drinking then. He had been drunk, actually, and the 
girl had laughed at him afterward. He had been eighteen, the girl hadn't 
sucked his cock, and the laughter had embarrassed the hell out of him. He 
had managed to fuck her, though, and it had been the second piece of ass he 
had ever had -- 

"Did you win, Ken?" 

"We didn't play tonight, Carol. Floyd and George were the only ones there. 
They wanted me to see a couple of movies. Floyd got a reel in the mail just 
today." 

"Dirty movies?" Carol asked, arching her eyebrows. 

"Some people might call them dirty," Ken said. "You don't look upon sex as 
being dirty, do you, Carol?" 

"No. Not if it's between a man and his wife. I suppose you're all hot and 
bothered. I don't think I like the idea that you watched that kind of thing 
and then came home to me." 

"What did you want me to do? Go to a whorehouse?" 

Carol frowned. "You don't have to get huffy, honey. I've never refused you, 
have I? In fact, you haven't even mentioned sex in almost a week: If I 
didn't know better I might think you already had been going to one of those 
houses." 

Ken forced a smile. It was true that he had been neglecting what some 
husbands called homework. He still loved his lovely wife, he still enjoyed 
having sex with her, but a spark or some damn thing had gone out of it. He 
wasn't bored. Hell, he could make it with her just about any time. It was 
just that everything was so routine. He never really felt satisfied even 
after dumping his load. It was his fault, he guessed, but he couldn't seem 
to do anything about it. He just didn't have the guts to say that he would 
like to change the routine by giving the more intimate erotic activities a 
try. 

Realizing that Carol was waiting for a response from him, Ken said, "I've 
never paid for a piece of ass, honey. Not in cash, anyway. All men have to 
pay in one way or another, though, don't they?" 

"I wish you hadn't said that," Carol said, getting to her feet. "I guess you 
know how it makes me feel." 

"I'm sorry," Ken said. "I really didn't mean that the way I guess it 
sounded. You believe me, don't you?" 

"I've always believed everything that you told me," Carol said seriously. 
"Is there any reason I shouldn't do so now?" 

"No," Ken said, standing. There was still a dull ache in his groin, his 
testicles, but his cock was completely soft. "Go on, Carol. I'll get the 
light." 

Carol flashed a smile and Ken watched her walking across the room. She was 
wearing a robe over a thin nightgown, but he could still see the gentle sway 
of her hips. She had a beautiful body to go with her beautiful features. He 
was a damned lucky man, he thought. Why the hell couldn't he just accept his 
good fortune and let it go at that? He would be stupid to take a chance on 
fouling up his marriage. His somewhat strait-laced young wife would probably 
be disgusted if he went down on her; she just might leave him if he even 
hinted that she go down on him. 

Turning the light out, Ken followed his wife to the bedroom. He undressed in 
the darkness, his cock lifting again as he contemplated sinking it into 
Carol's hot and tight vagina. He was a damn fool, he told himself. Many men 
would give just about anything to be in his place right then and he was 
thinking about the sucking bitches in the stag film! 

Carol had removed her robe and nightgown and she hadn't pulled the sheet up 
over her lovely nakedness. Ken could see the outline of her body in the 
dimness, as some light from the street lamp filtered in through the drawn 
drapes. He liked to have the light on when they had intercourse, but his 
wife seemed to let herself go more in the darkness. When they did have sex 
with the light on, or during the daylight hours, she usually kept her eyes 
tightly closed and let him do most of the moving. 

He had to take most of the responsibility for her behavior, though. She had 
been a virgin when he married her. Not that he hadn't tried to get into her 
pants while they were going together. She had willingly done some hot and 
heavy necking, but he had believed her words about being untouched -- and 
had respected her wish to save herself for a husband. Since he had swiftly 
become determined to be that husband, and because he wasn't the type to use 
even the slightest degree of force, he hadn't even tried to talk her into 
what he had sensed she really wanted as much as he did. 

Besides, he hadn't been all that experienced himself. The girls with whom he 
had had sexual relations had been the aggressive, instigating kind and just 
the thought of breaking a girl in had turned him off mentally if not 
physically. There had even been a certain amount of dread along with his 
surging excitement on their wedding night. 

It had turned out all right with Carol, though. The membrane covering the 
entrance to the vagina had been thin, soft, and elastic. The hymen had 
dilated easily under pressure, without pain and with very little bleeding. 
He had read later that most virgins' first experience with sexual 
intercourse wasn't normally accompanied by much pain or bleeding -- if at 
all -- and that this was due to a lubricating secretion from two small 
glands situated on the sides of the vaginal opening., Known as Bartholin's 
glands, he had read that they produced a fluid under sexual stimulation 
which eased the penile penetration. 

He had wished later that he had done the reading before fucking Carol the 
first time. It had been wonderful, though. He had lasted long enough to make 
her have an orgasm at the same time he had ejaculated 

"Is there something wrong, Ken?" 

Naked, his big cock thrusting stiffly, Ken had paused beside the bed, 
breathing in the heady fragrance emanating from his young wife's voluptuous. 
body. He had the wild urge to just dive between her parted legs head-first 
and start lapping like crazy. But he had trained himself to keep his cool 
under all circumstances, even when drinking, so he silently climbed onto the 
bed and positioned himself and his throbbing organ for the penetration. He 
knew that he couldn't hold off long enough to do any breast-sucking. 

Carol put her smooth fingers on his hard cock to do the guiding. It had 
taken him a few weeks to get her to do that. At nineteen, she had ' really 
been sexually backward, considering the way even much younger girls in her 
generation flopped their asses around. But now that she was a married woman 
of twenty-one, he guessed that he was to blame for the backwardness she had 
retained. 

Maybe he would borrow the projector and the erotic films, Ken thought as 
Carol removed her fingers and he lowered his stiff cock into her very hot 
and very tight cunt. Then he could think of little more than the wondrous 
sensation of the hot and juicy folds of flesh clinging to his pulsing cock. 
He gritted his teeth and fought for control as his prick probed the very 
depths of his wife's quivering pussy. 

Carol let out a happy little sigh when Ken's organ was buried balls deep. He 
had remained braced on his hands and arms. Peering down through the dimness, 
he could see that she had her eyes open. Her lips were parted and as he 
lowered his chest down against her jutting breasts he felt her warm, sweet 
breath an his face. Her stiffened nipples dug into his chest, almost making 
direct contact with his own erect nubs. 

She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head lower. He was holding 
his weight on his forearms, one on each side of her head. He glued his mouth 
to her moistly parted lips. She returned the kiss, her sweet lips soft and 
smooth under his, then accepted his tongue when he shoved it past her teeth. 

She met his oral instrument with her own, and he thought dimly about the 
happy truth that his lovely wife wasn't the slightest bit backward or 
bashful when it came to French kissing. He had taught her that much, anyway. 
She had been a very willing pupil, too. 

Feeling that he had himself under control, at least enough to hold back 
until Carol had an orgasm, as she had always been fast, Ken broke the 
passionate, tongue-lashing kiss. He buried his head beside hers, in her 
silky-soft, sweet-smelling hair, and slipped his hands down to her flaring 
hips. He began pronging her with slow and steady thrusts, turning his face 
slightly because her blonde hair was tickling his nose. 

Carol began moving with him, her fingers trailing lightly over his back and 
shoulders, and he knew that she had really been in the mood. She had spoken 
the truth earlier. She had never refused him, except to remind him that it 
was the wrong time of the month, and during the last year or so he had cut 
down drastically on their sex sessions. She had never told him that she was 
ready for some action, even during the first year, but she had always 
responded as she was doing right then when he instigated the coupling. Maybe 
he hadn't been giving her enough. She would probably never tell him even if 
he hadn't been keeping her satisfied. 

"Oh, honey! I'm just about there!" 

Ken had been deliberately letting his mind wander, using that method to hold 
back his ever-soaring passion, while at the same time letting Carol set the 
pace. Hearing her words; and feeling her inner cunt muscles contracting 
around his pistoning prick, he began pumping faster. 

Carol wriggled her ass wildly and raced her hips, her fingers clutching at 
his back. Just as she tensed outwardly, her inner flesh still undulating 
around his swollen shaft, he climaxed. His cock jerked erratically in her 
clasping, clinging cunt and spewed forth jet after jet of scalding semen. He 
kept pumping and she met him with counter-thrusts until his cock stopped 
spurting. 

Ken rolled them over on their sides while they were recovering to keep from 
hurting Carol with his weight. He kissed her tenderly after they had 
recovered, then got a towel from the headboard. He withdrew his limp cock, 
used the towel, and she took it with her when she went to the bathroom. When 
she came back he left the bed and the room. 

He had showered late that afternoon right after getting home from work, so 
he just cleaned himself at the washbasin. Snapping the bathroom light out, 
he returned to the bed. Carol had gotten under the sheet. He remained naked, 
thinking they might have another session, as his penis had lifted into 
another erection while he was washing. 

Carol had put her nightgown back on. She usually slept on her side and now 
her back was to him. After discovering that she was no longer naked, he 
turned on his back, his thrusting cock making a tent out of the sheet. Only 
the edge had been taken off his passion, but he knew that Carol was either 
already sleeping or else well on the way. He closed his eyes and tried to 
think about just anything except sex. 

He didn't have any success. The exciting scenes he had watched on the screen 
in Floyd's garage seemed to flash and flicker on his closed eyelids. He 
wondered if Floyd and George really had oral sex with their wives. They were 
always pointing out shapely females and calling them "eating stuff," but 
that didn't prove anything. 

Both men had sexy-looking wives. Floyd's wife, Virginia, was a redhead with 
long legs and a big bosom. George's wife, June, was smaller and had dark 
hair and eyes. She was equally well-stacked on a smaller scale, though. Both 
women were around thirty, both were very friendly with him, and sometimes he 
even had the feeling that they would welcome advances from him. 

They were also friendly with Carol. The three women visited back and forth, 
often went shopping together, and if he didn't trust Carol so much he didn't 
think he would want her running around. with the other two wives. Virginia 
and June were actually a little overly friendly and flirty at times and he 
often wondered if they were that way around other men. 

Even if they were available, and he wanted to cheat on Carol, he would steer 
clear of them, though. They were too close to home, as well as being wives 
of his friends. Floyd and George were friendly with Carol, of course, but 
they treated her with respect. He could understand why they looked her over 
with greedy eyes, too. His lovely young blonde, blue-eyed wife drew greedy, 
hot-eyed glances from just about all men. He was proud of that fact. Hell, 
he wouldn't want a wife nobody else desired. 

Finally, after what he figured had to be at least an hour. Ken knew that he 
would never get to sleep unless he did something about his throbbing 
hard-on. He didn't want to disturb Carol's sleep, so he slipped from the 
bed, went to the bathroom, and beat off a spurting batch 

CHAPTER TWO 

Ken Mantell worked at an automobile factory. He had been there since shortly 
after graduating from high school. Realizing his limitations, he had decided 
not to try and go to college. He was still working on the production line 
and since he was making good money he hadn't tried to buck for a promotion. 
He knew that to really get ahead a guy had to do a certain amount of 
ass-kissing and he didn't think he could go that route; not after listening 
to Floyd and George yapping about the crap they had to take from their 
superiors. 

Both were foremen. Floyd in the foundry; George in the paint department. The 
two men rode to work with Ken in his two-year-old car, helping with the 
expenses, leaving their new cars home for their wives to use. Ken liked the 
arrangement, as Carol didn't like to drive, and he had more to say about 
going home directly after work. Floyd and George always wanted to stop off 
for a beer, which was all right with him, but sometimes he had to threaten 
to leave without them. 

The next morning nothing was mentioned about the erotic films. Ken wasn't 
surprised, as his two passengers seldom had much to say about anything on 
the way to work. The day passed in the regular routine manner and Ken didn't 
find out until just before quitting time that the plant was going to shut 
down for the rest of the week. 

At times he worked twelve hours a day seven days a week; at other times he 
only put in eight hours four days a week. On a yearly basis it still gave 
him a sizable income, though, and with Carol's help they never had much 
trouble paying their bills. 

The pay checks were given out a day early, so Ken was expecting Floyd's 
suggestion that they stop by a bar and cash their checks. That was the usual 
procedure and Ken knew that Carol would expect him to be an hour or so late. 
They were out of the parking lot and into the traffic and Ken felt that he 
could use a few cool brews. He had been thinking off and on all day that he 
would talk to his wife and bring all of his sexual desires out into the 
open. A few beers might give him the nerve he had always lacked before. 

"Let's stop at that bar on Third Avenue," Floyd said. "They always keep 
plenty of money on hand to cash checks." 

"You just want a chance to pinch that pretty young barmaid's butt," George 
said. 

Floyd chuckled. "I'd like to do a lot more than just pinch her jiggling ass! 
I think she would give Ken some tail if he would just speak up." 

"You know that I'm a happily married man," Ken said, then added, mostly to 
have something to say, "Don't you guys ever think of anything except sex?" 

"Why not think about sex?" Floyd asked. "That's just about the only real 
pleasure in life. You work and struggle like crazy just to keep even and sex 
takes the pressure off." 

"It's a sad fact that you get older and older and soon maybe all you can do 
is look at a female," George said. "You've only been married a couple of 
years, Ken. Wait until you've been at the same old grind for years and 
years. You'll be wanting some strange stuff, too. Right, Floyd?" 

"That's right," Floyd said. "However, this is payday, we have a long weekend 
off, it's great to be alive at the moment, and I'm more interested in a cold 
beer than in a piece of ass right now." 

Ken pulled the car to the curb. "Let's cash our checks, have a couple of 
beers, then head for home. Since I haven't been married as long as you 
fellows, I'm always glad to get home to my wife." 

They all got out of the car and entered the barroom. Ken was a little 
disappointed to find that the pretty young barmaid wasn't working. In her 
place there was a middle-aged woman with huge breasts and wide hips. They 
stood at the bar, cashed their checks, and each had a beer, with Floyd 
insisting upon paying. 

George bought the next round. When it was about time for a third beer, Ken 
started to tell them that he would buy a round and then he was heading for 
home ; that if they wanted to ride they could, otherwise they could get home 
some other way. He felt a gentle hand on his upper arm, turned, and looked 
down. He found himself looking into the sparkling blue eyes of the young 
barmaid. His eyes went on down to the jutting titties straining against the 
thin white blouse. 

"Hi," the pretty girl said, smiling brightly. "I'm off duty now and I'll 
take that beer if you don't mind." 

"Sure," .Ken said, grinning, wondering if his face was getting red. It felt 
flushed and he heard Floyd chuckle -- and then George. "Here? Or in a 
booth?" 

The girl squeezed his arm. "The booth in back is empty, Ken." 

Ken couldn't remember telling the girl his name. He couldn't even remember 
saying anything to her except offering to buy her a beer one time. He 
glanced at the smiling faces of his friends, and suddenly wondered if they 
really were his friends. He had the feeling that they were somehow mixed up 
in the fact that the barmaid was off duty and was there with him. 

Squeezing his arm again, the girl said, "Why don't you talk to your friends 
and I'll meet you at the booth. Don't keep me waiting too long." 

Ken turned back to the bar and drained his glass of beer. He should run like 
hell, he thought. He didn't even know the girl's name, he was married, and 
he loved his wife, but there was a desire to see and touch the poking 
breasts -- 

"You're in," Floyd said. "You're a lucky man, Ken." 

"She lives in the next block," George said. "She has her own apartment and 
she really has the hots for you, man." 

Ken stepped back from the bar. "What have you fellows been telling that 
girl?" he asked, frowning. "I don't even know her name." 

"Her name's Joyce," Floyd said, putting his hand on Ken's shoulder. "She has 
been dropping hints about wanting to know you and we thought we would do you 
both a favor." 

"We keep our traps shut where our wives are concerned, pal, and we expect 
the same from you," George said. 

Ken pulled his shoulder from under Floyd's hand. "Anything I do you can tell 
my wife," he said. "I think we had better all start for home." 

George frowned. "Shit, man, you can't just walk out on a pretty pussy like 
that. If you do, maybe I made a mistake by calling you a man.'' 

Ken looked toward . the back booth. Joyce waved. He turned back to Floyd and 
George. It wouldn't do any harm if he just talked to the girl, he thought. 
"I'll have a beer with her," he said. "What are you fellows going to do?" 

"We'll meet you here around eight o'clock," Floyd said. "I called Virginia 
from the plant and told her that we were working overtime. She said that she 
would tell Carol and June." 

Ken looked at the stocky George, then at the taller Floyd. "Where are you 
guys going?" 

"We'll fill you in later," Floyd said. "Be here around eight and have a good 
time. Come on, George." 

Ken watched the two men leave. During the last few minutes more customers 
had entered. Most were men and were standing at the bar, but a few were with 
women and were sitting at the several tables and in the booths along one 
wall. Ken bought two bottles of beer and got two clean glasses. He was glad 
that he had already cashed his check and had the money tucked away in his 
billfold. 

He made his way back to the booth. Joyce smiled and indicated with a nod of 
her head that he should sit beside her. He placed the bottles and glasses on 
the table and sat down. He poured the beer without looking at her, enjoying 
her perfume, suddenly not at all nervous, actually feeling quite comfortable 
with the pretty, brown-haired girl. 

"I guess you're curious," Joyce said after they had sipped from the glasses. 

They weren't touching, but he moved further away so that he could look at 
her. "That's putting it mildly," he said, meeting her blue eyes. They were a 
shade lighter than his wife's beautiful eyes and he felt a pang of guilt. 

"I've talked to Floyd and George about you a few times," Joyce said. "They 
come in here quite often without you. Do you know where they're going?" 

"They didn't tell me," he said, turning his face when he realized that he 
was staring at her jutting titties. He hoped that he wouldn't get a hard-on. 

"There's a new house not far from here," she said. "I guess I should have 
said, there are some new girls in an old whorehouse. Have you ever visited a 
place like that, Ken?" 

"No, and I'm a little surprised that Floyd and George would go to such a 
place. I know their wives and I doubt that they will find anything better." 

"Floyd called me this afternoon and said that he would try and have you 
here, Ken. You look like a fellow I used to love. He was my first and my 
last male lover, actually, and I've been thinking that you might help me 
kick the gay habit." 

"I'm not sure that I understand," Ken said, draining his glass of beer. 

"I won't go into all the details, but I met a guy when I was eighteen. I'm 
twenty-two now. I fell for him in a big way and we made a regular thing of 
going to bed together. I found out that he was married and he told me that 
his wife wouldn't give him a divorce. I found out where they lived and 
visited them. They both just laughed at me and his wife said that I could go 
to bed with both of them. When I refused, he slapped me around and 
practically threw me out. Am I boring you, Ken ?" 

"No," he said, meaning it. "I don't understand exactly what it all has to do 
with me, though." 

"You could almost pass for his twin," Joyce said. "The same sandy hair, the 
same blue eyes, just about the same size. He was tall like you, I mean, and 
you even have the same little dimple in your chin." 

"You sound as if you hate him," Ken said. "If that's true, I can't see why 
you would even want to talk to me." 

"I guess I had some kind of a nutty idea that you might be able to help me, 
Ken. Since you do look so much like the bastard and I have never been able 
to let another man touch me -- " her words trailed off and Ken looked at 
her, but she didn't meet his eyes. 

He watched as she drained her glass of beer, again telling himself to run 
like hell. "You're trying to tell me that you want to use me in some kind of 
a screwy experiment? Hell, I'm a happily married man, Joyce, and I mean to 
stay that way." 

"You've never cheated on your wife? Never even thought about cheating on 
her?" 

"Doing something and thinking about doing it are two different things, 
Joyce. I know that some people say that the thought is the same as the deed, 
but I can't go along with that. I guess all men think about how it might be 
with just about any attractive female. I do, I'll admit, but so far I've 
never done anything about it." 

"Then you refuse to even try to help me?" 

Ken looked at Joyce, into her glowing eyes, and wondered if he was being 
foolish in turning down such an exciting invitation. He wasn't even sure 
that he believed the girl, though. It seemed too damned easy. Maybe she was 
trying to work some kind of a blackmail racket. And why would Floyd and 
George be so interested in him getting his kicks with the sexy-looking girl? 
Maybe they just wanted to get something on him so that he wouldn't blab to 
their wives - 

"How do I know this isn't just some kind of a trick to get me into some kind 
of trouble?" 

"I guess you will just have to take my word for it," Joyce said seriously. 
"I'm living with a woman, but she isn't home now. Do you know anything about 
lesbianism?" 

"Just what I've read," Ken said. "Did you tell Floyd and George that part of 
it?" 

"No, and I wouldn't tell them about us if you accepted my offer. In fact, 
I'm not even sure that I could go through with sexual intercourse. If you're 
a rough man and come on like gangbusters I know I couldn't. Are you gentle 
with your wife, Ken?" 

"I guess so," he said. "Yes, I am, but there's no use discussing this any 
further. Maybe I'm stupid, I guess I am, but you had better find somebody 
else, Joyce." 

Joyce didn't answer. The place was really getting lively by then. The 
jukebox kept up a steady stream of numbers and two couples were trying to 
dance in the cramped space between the bar and the tables. Most of the men 
were in work clothes and Ken suddenly wished that he was dressed better so 
that he could take the girl to a nice place. 

He thought of his trusting wife, felt guilty, and decided that he should get 
something to eat even if he wasn't hungry. If he kept drinking on an empty 
stomach, even beer, he might get tight. He had almost gotten a stiff hard-on 
a couple of times since sitting with the attractive girl, but at the moment 
his cock was limp. Because of his guilty feelings, he guessed. He thought 
about how embarrassing it would be to take Joyce up on her generous offer 
and then fail to get an erection. 

"I'm sorry I bothered you," Joyce finally said. "It was a crazy idea, 
anyway. I don't really mind the gay life all that much. I find it very 
satisfying, I mean, and I guess I wanted to give the so-called normal sex 
acts another try mostly out of curiosity." 

"I'm not dressed so well, but maybe we could find a suitable place to eat. 
Are you hungry?" 

"Not very, Ken. I'm keeping you from your dinner, though, so please feel 
free to take off at any time." 

"I just about have to wait for Floyd and George now," he said. "I guess my 
wife thinks I'm working overtime." 

"I could fix something to eat at my apartment, Ken." 

He looked at her. "Maybe I had better just wait around here." 

"We can just talk," Joyce said, smiling. "There won't be so much noise at my 
place. You don't have to be afraid. It isn't as if I'm going to try and rape 
you." 

Ken finished his beer. The promises he had made to himself suddenly seemed 
silly and unimportant. What harm would there be if Carol never found out? 
Most married men strayed from time to time. Besides, he was just going to 
walk the girl home where they could talk without so much noise. 

"Maybe I can trust you not to lead me astray," he said, forcing a smile. 

He thought he detected something akin to fright in her eves, but there was a 
smile on her full lips. He slipped from the booth and she followed as he 
picked a path through the crowd. She took his hand when they were out on the 
sidewalk. They walked the three blocks in silence, holding hands, and he 
felt like a young kid. It was a good feeling and he told himself that he 
would just talk, maybe have a bite to eat, and return to his wife the same 
true-blue husband. 

The apartment wasn't ritzy, but it was nice and clean. There weren't any 
signs of a man and Ken decided that Joyce might be telling the truth. He 
told her that he liked the place and she smiled and told him to sit down. He 
sat down on a couch. She excused herself and returned shortly with a 
highball. 

He accepted the drink and she asked what he would like to eat. He wasn't 
hungry, but he knew that he should eat something. The fact that he was with 
the attractive girl and that she was apparently eager to be fucked had him 
in a high state of excitement. He had crossed his legs to hide the evidence 
of his arousal. 

"Just a sandwich will be fine, Joyce." 

Saying that there was a ham in the refrigerator, she again left the room, 
her ass jiggling provocatively under her tight skirt. Ken sipped the 
highball and forced himself to remain seated while waiting impatiently for 
her to return. 

The thick sandwich was good and Joyce didn't say anything while he ate. When 
he finished she asked if he wanted more. He said that he didn't, then 
answered her next question by saying that he had had enough to drink. He 
didn't want to go home drunk and he had made up his mind to do something 
about his hard cock. Joyce was looking better all the time and he didn't 
want to take a chance on deadening his senses with more alcohol. 

Joyce had been sitting on a chair across the small room. When she stood up 
and walked over to take the plate, he uncrossed his legs. and put an arm 
around her slender waist. Her body tensed and he dropped his arm. She let 
out a little giggle, turned her body, and sat down in his lap. Her body 
tensed again when she felt his straining cock. He chuckled and placed the 
plate on an endtable beside the empty highball glass. 

"Maybe you have changed your mind," he said, almost wishing that she had, 
feeling the heat of her body through her clothes. He wasn't a rapist and he 
knew that the slightest resistance would turn him off. "This was your idea, 
you know, but if you don't want to go through with it I'll leave." 

Joyce got to her feet, stepped away, and faced Ken. There was plenty of 
light and he watched with growing excitement as she got undressed. She 
removed the white blouse, then wriggled out of the short, tight skirt. She 
kicked out of her high heels as she stepped out of the circle her skirt had 
formed. 

She reached around and unhooked the restraining bra. Freed, her high-riding 
titties still poked proudly. A faint smile on her lips, obviously enjoying 
Ken's admiring eyes, she quickly peeled out of her brief panties. Staring, 
smelling the delectable fragrance emanating from the young and lovely female 
body, Ken started to get to his feet to strip himself naked. 

"I'm a very oral person," Joyce said, dropping to her knees on the rug. She 
snuggled in between Ken's legs, her eyes on the big bulge in his pants. "If 
you don't mind I would like to experiment in my own way at first. Don't 
touch me right now, I mean. Oh, it's so big!" 

Eagerly willing to have his cock sucked, Ken had settled back on the couch 
while listening to Joyce's softly spoken words. With trembling fingers she 
had tugged his zipper down, reached in, and pulled his erect penis into the 
open. That stiff organ was throbbing and her strangely cool fingers were 
gently caressing the hard flesh and muscle. 

"His prick wasn't even close to being this big, Ken. The man I was telling 
you about, I mean. I don't think I want to be fucked by such a huge cock." 

The blunt words added to Ken's excitement. "It's just a matter of 
adjustment," he said, hoping she would at least give him a blow-job. 

"I used to enjoy sucking his cock," Joyce said, not lifting her eyes. "If 
you don't mind I think I'll try fellatio first and if that works out okay 
I'll let you fuck me if you can get another hard-on." 

Right at that moment Ken was more interested in being sucked than he was in 
the possibility of doing some fucking later. He didn't get a chance to give 
that information, though, as the only sound that escaped his lips was a low 
moan of pleasure. Because the girl had opened her mouth wide, grasped the 
thick base of his jutting shaft with her fist, and engulfed the swollen 
glans. 

Thrilling to the hot and moist sucking mouth, the twirling tongue, Ken 
leaned back and closed his eyes. He had gone too damned long without the 
oral sexual pleasures, he thought dimly. What a wonderful sensation it was 
to have the greedy female mouth taking more and more of his throbbing cock 
-- 

Suddenly the wondrous warmth was re-moved, or snatched away, leaving Ken's 
thrusting tool trembling in the air, and he opened his eyes just as he heard 
a woman's loud words, "You bitch! You bastard! I should kill you both!" 

The woman, her black eyes blazing, hurled herself at him and he bolted 
upright, lifting his hands to fight off her clawing fingers. He scrambled to 
his feet and saw Joyce sprawled on the floor, her cunt gaping, but there was 
time for only a quick glance. Because with one hand he was trying to hold 
off the tall cursing woman, and with the other he grabbed a kicking foot. 
With a quick movement he flipped the angry female and she sailed through the 
air and landed on her ass. 

Joyce quickly got to her feet, her face flushed, both hands covering her 
crotch, her titties jiggling. She looked from the woman on the floor to Ken, 
then back again. "He's my guest, Jackie! You had no right to -- to come 
barging in like a crazy nut!" 

"I had all kinds of rights! This is my apartment and you're my girl!" 

Ken glared at the woman sitting on the floor. Her breasts looked small under 
a black sweater; her long legs were encased in black tight-fitting slacks. 
Her black hair was cut short and she was quite pretty even though flushed 
with anger. 

She made a move to get up and he said, "If you get up off your ass and start 
for me again, I'll slap you silly." 

"You bastard!" 

Ken looked at Joyce and saw tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Ken. Maybe you 
had better leave. This is Jackie's place and I guess I made a mistake in 
bringing you here." 

Jackie said, "Go to the bedroom, Joyce. I'll explain things to this -- this 
young stud." 

Joyce turned and fled without another word. Ken watched as the older woman 
slowly got to her feet and parked her butt on a nearby chair. She looked to 
be in her middle thirties. She seemed calm enough, her dark eyes were on his 
midsection, and he realized that he was still standing there with his cock 
sticking out in a throbbing erection. He felt cheated and wondered if he 
should give the lesbian a good scare for causing him to miss out on the 
blow-job. "How long has Joyce been living with you?" he asked. 

"Two years. Not that it's any of your business. Why the hell don't you just 
put your proud manhood away and haul your ass out of here?" 

Ken glanced down at his poking prick. He suddenly didn't feel very proud. He 
felt disgusted with Joyce, Jackie, and most of all with himself. He managed 
to stuff his hard cock back inside and zip his pants. He wished that he was 
home or that he really had worked overtime. He would like to kick both of 
his so-called friends in the ass for helping him get into such a mess. 

Ready to leave, his cock beginning to droop, Ken met Jackie's dark eyes. 
There was a faint smile on her full red lips. Now that she thought he was 
going, she seemed in better spirits. 

"I don't understand much about this gay stuff," Ken said. "Are you what 
would be called a true lesbian?" 

"You really want to know if I've ever been fucked, don't you? The answer is 
in the affirmative, but I happen to be in love with Joyce. She has been 
happy with me. She really doesn't have to work, because I have a good job 
and give her plenty of money. She doesn't want for anything." 

"There are a couple of points open to debate," Ken said. "If she's so happy 
with you, why did she bring me here? And you saw that she wanted my cock. I 
sure as hell didn't force her." 

"As I said, I'm in love with her. Maybe I'm too jealous, but is that so 
unusual? I have an idea that you're married and I'm sure that you would be 
jealous if you caught your wife sucking a cock." 

"I sure as hell would be, but that has nothing to do with this gay stuff." 

"That's your opinion," Jackie said. "Maybe I have been a little unfair with 
Joyce, though. I'm bisexual and I've always tried never to mix 
heterosexuality with the sex-role inversion pleasures, but I'm willing to 
prove that I really do want Joyce to be happy." She got to her feet. "I'll 
send her out." 

Surprised, Ken watched as the woman left the room. He stood there for a 
moment, puzzled, then sat down on the couch. He knew that he should hightail 
it out of the apartment, but remembering the way Joyce's hot mouth had felt 
encircling his cock kept him glued to his seat. Maybe Jackie would leave 
them alone while Joyce finished him off, he thought. His cock was straining 
for freedom again when Joyce came into the room. 

She was wearing a thin robe. It wasn't transparent, but it hugged her curves 
like a glove. She sat down on a chair and didn't meet his eyes. 

"Jackie said that it was all right for you to stay, Ken." 

He got to his feet. "That's a switch. What's the catch? A few minutes ago 
she was ready to kill me or some damn thing." 

Joyce still didn't meet Ken's eyes. "Jackie wants to make me happy. She's on 
the bed, naked, and waiting for us. She said that you looked like a man with 
the ability to take us both on. Actually, I think she fell for your big 
cock. Have you ever made what Jackie called the threesome scene, Ken?" 

"No," Ken said, his pulse quickening. 

Joyce laughed and stood up. "Then it will be a new experience for both of 
us, won't it?" 

Ken stared as Joyce hurried from the room. For what seemed to be many 
minutes he stood there with mixed emotions. He wanted to go to the bedroom 
and the two females, but he was afraid the one called Jackie was playing 
some kind of a trick on him. He also thought of his wife. He finally moved 
and he didn't know if he was being wise or foolish. He rushed toward the 
outside door. 

CHAPTER THREE 

By the time Ken got back to his car and the barroom the street lights were 
going on. His cock had softened shortly after leaving the apartment. He went 
into the barroom and had one beer. He then went back outside, sat behind the 
wheel of his car, and waited for Floyd and George. He listened to the 
blaring music from the jukebox and the loud laughing and talking by both men 
and women and tried without success to keep his mind off Joyce and Jackie. 

He was afraid to drink any more. He knew that it wouldn't take much to send 
him back to the small apartment and the offer he almost wished that he had 
accepted. He didn't feel very guilty about the brief sexual contact he had 
had, but he was a little ashamed when he thought about going home and 
releasing his tensions with his unsuspecting wife. 

Finally, shortly after eight o'clock, Floyd and George came weaving along 
the sidewalk. Ken could tell that they were both very intoxicated before 
they came up to the car and tried to get him to go for just one more drink. 
He told them to get in the car or he would leave without them. 

He spoke sharply and he was a little surprised when they meekly got in the 
car. They both got in the back and Floyd wanted to know how he had made out. 

"I didn't," Ken said, starting the car and pulling away from the curb. He 
forced a laugh. "Hell, I got so nervous in the booth I knew that I couldn't 
even get a hard-on! I sent the girl home. Just remember that when I get you 
drunks home to your wives." 

"We won't say anything about anything," George said. "If you don't want some 
strange stuff now and then, that's your business. We got ours, didn't we, 
Floyd?" 

"Yeah," Floyd said. "It's a damned good thing we pronged the hell out of our 
wives last night, huh? I don't think I could get another hard-on even with 
some sucking." 

"I hope June doesn't have hot pants tonight," George said. "Sucking might 
get my dick hard, but my balls are so drained I would. fire a blank." 

Hearing the talk, along with his own thoughts, caused Ken to get another 
erection. Carol had better be ready for some sex. he thought, unable to keep 
from thinking about the other two wives. Obviously they both went the oral 
route. Maybe Virginia and June knew about Floyd and George fucking other 
women and even went for the extramarital stuff themselves. 

Deciding that he had better not let his some-what feverish mind dwell on 
that subject, Ken tried to figure out what to tell his own wife. The best 
bet would be to tell part of the truth, he thought. He would just say that 
Floyd and George had gotten too much to drink and he had had to wait for 
them. Deception, he decided, was sometimes a necessary evil. 

By the time Ken drove into George's driveway both men were either asleep or 
passed out. Anxious to get on home, Ken got out of the car, opened a back 
door, and was rough as he tugged at George's dead weight. Floyd groaned and 
moved over to the far side. When Ken kept tugging, George mumbled a few 
curse words and practically fell out of the car. 

Taking the staggering man by the arm, Ken led him to the side entrance of 
the house. The outside light went on and the door opened. George's wife was 
wearing a white halter and white shorts. Ken met her dark eyes, then 
couldn't keep from looking down at her exposed flesh. 

"I didn't know where to find you, Ken. Carol's father had some kind of an 
accident and she left on the six o'clock bus." 

Ken's heart seemed to skip a beat. Of all the times for him to goof off, he 
thought. George mumbled that he was going to be sick and staggered off 
toward the back yard. 

"Do you know if the accident was serious? I had better get rid of Floyd and 
take off." 

June stepped back. "Just take it easy, Ken. Call Carol before you -- " 

Ken didn't wait to hear any more. He knew that the telephone was in the 
living room. He ran and his fingers trembled as he dialed direct. Carol's 
mother and father lived in a small town almost a hundred miles away. 
Nervously listening to the ring on the other end, Ken watched as June 
entered and snapped off the television set. He managed to return her smile, 
then turned away as she flopped her tightly clad butt down on a couch. 

His wife answered. "What happened, Carol?" 

"Dad just slipped and sprained his back. He's in bed, but he's going to be 
all right. Mom just got excited and called me." 

"I'm sorry I wasn't home to take you." 

 "Think nothing of it," Carol said. "You do have to make a living, you 
know." 

Something about his wife's voice, a certain coldness, told Ken that she knew 
he hadn't worked overtime. "I guess you called the plant," he said. 

"Yes, I did. Have you been having fun?" 

"I can explain -- " 

"You don't have to explain anything to me," Carol cut in. "I think I'll stay 
and visit with the folks for a few days." 

"I was going to drive there tonight," Ken said. 

"I'll take a bus home Saturday afternoon," 

Carol said. "You've probably been drinking with your buddies and all I ask 
is that you don't wreck the car while you're having your fun." 

"I want to see you tonight, Carol." 

"Don't you think a wife likes to get away from her husband at times, too?" 

"Maybe you had better just wait and take the bus back Sunday," Ken said, 
sorry immediately after blurting out the words. 

"All right, I will!" 

Hearing Carol hang up, Ken replaced the receiver. He looked at June and she 
stood up. "I have water on for coffee," she said, smiling. "Don't look so 
downhearted. You had a good time, didn't you?" 

"I had a few drinks on payday," he said. "Carol's burning about that, I 
,guess, but I just might go get her anyway." 

"It's none of my business, of course, but I think I would just let things 
ride, Ken. I can remember when I was her age and if you aren't careful -- 
well, you both need time to cool off. Let's go to the kitchen and talk this 
thing out." 

Ken didn't know what he could talk out with June, but he followed her into 
the kitchen, his eyes on her swaying ass. He should go back to Joyce and 
Jackie, he thought. He sure as hell wasn't going to relieve himself with his 
fist just because his wife didn't want to see him! 

Ken expected to find George in the kitchen, but June said that her husband 
had gone to bed. She laughed and added, "With all that drink and sex he 
won't be worth a damn for anything except about ten hours of sleep. Sit 
down, Ken." 

He sat down at the table and watched as June made coffee. He had caught the 
word sex and wondered if she was just fishing for some information. Deciding 
that he had better watch what he said, he told her that he would pay for the 
phone call when she got the bill. She told him not to worry about such a 
minor thing; that neighbors should help each other. Looking at her scantily 
clad body, he couldn't keep from thinking that they could help each other 
right then. 

June brought two cups of coffee to the table and sat down across from Ken. 
They sipped in silence for a few minutes, then Ken said that he had better 
hurry and get Floyd home. 

"You don't have to be in a hurry," June said as Ken finished his coffee and 
stood up. "You're temporarily a free man, aren't you?" 

He thought he could detect disappointment in her dark eyes. He thanked her 
for the coffee, told her good night, and walked to the door. 

"If you have trouble going to sleep you're more than welcome to come back, 
Ken. We could play cards or something more exciting." 

Ken didn't trust himself enough to answer or even turn around. He hurried on 
out and practically ran to his car. Offers seemed to be coming from all 
directions. But he would be a sneaky bastard to fuck George's wife. Besides, 
June lived too close to home. 

Driving on home, with Floyd still sleeping in the back, Ken decided that he 
would go to Carol. Sex wasn't the most important thing in a marriage, but it 
was very important and right then it seemed like an absolute necessity. 

During the very short ride, however, he again changed his mind. It wouldn't 
be the first time he had gone to bed alone while wanting and needing sex. 
Just the night before he had even left his lovely wife in bed and jacked off 
in the bathroom. It was a good thing nobody could read his mind, he thought. 
He would probably be salted away in a nut house. 

He pulled into the double driveway between his house and Floyd's. He didn't 
have all that much trouble getting the drunken man out of the car and 
started toward the back porch, but Floyd stumbled and fell going up the 
steps. 

The outside light went on and Floyd's wife opened the door. "Having trouble, 
Ken?" 

Ken had been tugging at Floyd, telling him to get his ass up and into the 
house. He looked up at the lush redhead. "I've just about had it with 
drunks," he said, dropping his eyes to her long bare legs. "Maybe you could 
help me get him inside." 

Virginia leaned over and slapped her husband's face and told him to snap out 
of it. Floyd grunted and struggled to his feet, Ken on one side, Virginia on 
the other, with Ken having to pull his gaze from the deep valley between the 
redhead's big breasts. 

They got Floyd into the house and on the bed in the master bedroom without 
too much trouble. Ken helped strip the inert man down to his shorts, 
averting his eyes when the soft cock flopped out through the opening. 
Virginia pulled a sheet over her husband's lower body. 

"I would say that my dear husband has had it in more ways than one, wouldn't 
you?" 

Ken met her twinkling eyes, felt his face getting red, and turned and left 
the room. He walked along the hallway and into the kitchen, knowing that 
Virginia was right behind him. He told her good night and went to the door. 

"I wasn't home when Carol left, Ken, but June filled me in on the phone. Did 
you call your wife? Did June try and get you to stay with her?" 

Ken stopped with his hand on the doorknob. "The answer is yes to both your 
questions," he said, turning and meeting Virginia's eyes. "I had a cup of 
coffee with June. She suggested that I come back and play cards or something 
if I couldn't sleep. Are you thinking about making the same offer?" 

"It did enter my mind," Virginia said, smiling. "Floyd sure as hell isn't in 
any shape to do me any good, honey, and nobody would have to know that we 
grabbed a little pleasure on the side." 

Ken went out the door and closed it behind him without saying a word. Again 
he didn't know if he was being wise or foolish, weak or strong, but he had 
the sudden feeling that he was being put to some kind of a test. Just why 
were so many females offering themselves to him at about the same time? 

He was still asking himself that question a few minutes later while shaving. 
He decided to forget about trying for an answer: He knew where he was going 
and he wasn't going to change his mind again. He took a shower, getting an 
erection in the process, and he wondered how many times his cock had been up 
and down during the evening. Well, he was going to see how many times he 
could empty his balls when he got to Joyce's apartment. Jackie's, rather, 
and maybe soon he would be a part of a sex scene similar to those he had 
watched on film the evening before. 

Ken's penis was hanging limply again by the time he had dressed in clean 
shorts, slacks, and a sport shirt. He admitted to himself that he was 
already worried because of his decision, as well as being very nervous, but 
he was determined not to chicken out -- and he was sure his cock wouldn't 
fail him when he was with the two bisexual females. 

The outside light was still on next door. So was the kitchen. light. Ken got 
his car, started it, and backed out onto the street before turning the 
headlights on. He hoped that Virginia hadn't noticed him leaving, but he 
told himself that if the redhead did report to his wife he could just say 
that he had gone for a drive because he had been restless. Part of it would 
be the truth, too. He was certainly restless. He was a restless husband on 
the prowl for pussy, that was for sure, and if his wife had just said the 
word he would be on his way to her. 

Knowing that he was just making an excuse, Ken told himself that he couldn't 
blame anybody for what he meant to do. Thinking about the few seconds that 
his cock had been in Joyce's greedy mouth, he had trouble keeping within the 
speed limit. He found a parking space on the street near the apartment 
building. 

He rapped on the apartment door, waited a few seconds, then knocked louder. 
He waited a couple of minutes, started to knock again, and the door opened a 
few inches. He pushed on the door, but it was stopped by a chain. 

"It's me," he said. "Ken." 

Joyce peered out, the door closed, and he heard the chain being removed. He 
entered and closed the door behind him. Joyce was wearing the thin robe. 
They just looked at each other and she didn't appear all that glad to see 
him. 

"What happened? Did your wife refuse to take care of you ?" 

"My wife wasn't home," Ken said. "Do you want me to leave?" 

Joyce stepped over and hooked the door chain. "I guess I should have done 
that when you were here before. Jackie and I had an argument and she stormed 
out. She gave me until noon tomorrow to get my ass and my clothes out of 
here." 

"I'm sorry if it was my fault that you're losing your home," Ken said, 
disappointed Because he wasn't going to have both females, hoping Joyce 
wouldn't expect him to find her a place to live. 

"Jackie and I have been getting on each other's nerves more and more 
lately," Joyce said. "We were going to split up sooner or later, anyway. 
Shall we go to the bedroom while I finish what I started?" 

Without waiting for an answer, Joyce turned and walked across the room. Ken, 
his eyes on her jiggling buttocks, followed, his cock lifting into an 
erection. Nothing was going to stop him from getting his gun this time, he 
thought. He had been walking around primed and ready too damned long as it 
was. 

The bedroom light was already on. Joyce slipped the robe off, tossed it 
aside, and lowered her naked fanny down on the side of the bed. Ken quickly 
shucked out of his clothes under her steady gaze. The girl's face was 
flushed with obvious excitement by the time he was naked. 

She held out her arms and he stepped forward. Her fingers began caressing 
his thrusting and throbbing cock. One of her hands went down to his balls. 
They were drawn up tightly in their pouch. Her fingers were gentle and her 
breath was. warm on the blunt end of his stiff prick. He put his hands on 
his hips and pushed forward until the swollen knob touched her soft and 
moist lips. 

She just kissed the blunt end and then pulled her face back. "Why don't you 
stretch out on the bed so we'll be more comfortable?" 

She dropped her hands and he silently stepped back, circled around her 
exciting body, and got on his back on the bed. He thought she might be 
stalling, but since she had volunteered to give him a blow-job he figured 
that he had better let her call the shots. 

Ken parted his legs when Joyce got on the bed and she snuggled in between 
them. Her eyes on his jutting prick, she encircled the big cockhead with one 
smooth hand and grasped the rigid shaft with the other. She stroked the hard 
flesh with both hands and Ken let out a soft little moan. 

Joyce bent her head and licked the blunt end. She slipped one hand down to 
the base of his cock, opened her mouth, and took the knob between her wet 
lips. She held it there while her tongue lapped around the blood-engorged 
glans, and Ken groaned and had to resist the urge to thrust upward to get 
more of his cock into her moist and soft and warm oral cavity. 

Seconds later he was thrilling to that sensation, anyway, because she 
lowered her head and took two or three more inches of his pulsing shaft. He 
could see her cheeks bulging. She began moving her sucking mouth up and 
down. His cock slid in almost halfway on the down-strokes and almost 
entirely out of her clinging lips on the upstrokes. Each time she ducked her 
head he could feel his cockhead push against the back of her mouth. 

Wanting to let Joyce set her own pace, Ken tried to move as little as 
possible. He really enjoyed her sucking, the sensation was even greater than 
he remembered, but just the idea that he was finally getting a much-wanted 
blow-job added to his excitement and pleasure. 

Ken soon felt as if his cock might explode at just any moment. One of 
Joyce's hands went to his sperm-filled testicles and squeezed gently as her 
head continued to bob rhythmically up and down. He wondered if he should let 
her know when he was going to shoot off. She would probably be able to tell, 
though. Would she swallow his stuff? All but one of the few girls who had 
sucked his cock before had gulped his jism right down. God, but it felt 
good! Great! He would return the wonderful favor, too! 

Soon Joyce began stopping on the upward movement from time to time and 
keeping only the head of his throbbing organ in her hot mouth. Each time she 
did that she squeezed his rigid rod with her fingers and moved her sucking 
mouth in a circular motion while her tongue twirled around and around. Ken 
couldn't keep from moaning loudly when she did that and his fingers clutched 
at the mattress. 

When he felt his cock just about to ejaculate he decided a little wildly 
that he had better give a warning. A girl had sucked him off one time and 
had .ragged and almost choked on his sperm. She had also cursed him after he 
had released her head and after she had ejected his cream. After that he had 
never grabbed a girl's head 

"I'm just about there! I'm cumming!" 

Joyce pushed down until his cock was buried deep in her throat. His cock 
jerked and jolted spasmodically and his semen spurted in gush after gush. He 
could feel and see her gulping and swallowing greedily. He couldn't keep 
from hunching a little as the cream kept spewing. She moved her mouth up 
until only the crown was enclosed, but she kept right on pumping with her 
fist and sucking until he knew that the very last drop had oozed out. 

His cock was limp before she let it slip from her mouth. She licked her wet 
lips, then rested her cheek on one of his. thighs. She removed her fingers 
from his drained balls and stroked his other thigh. 

"I had forgotten how much I enjoyed that," she said, her lips vibrating 
against his thigh. 

"That fellow you were telling me about did a damned good job when he taught 
you," Ken said, thinking of his wife for the first time since entering the 
bedroom. So far he didn't feel very guilty. He hoped that he could work it 
some way so that he could depend upon Carol for the oral act he enjoyed so 
much. 

"I don't think many things of a sexual nature really have to be taught," 
Joyce said, moving until she was on her back beside Ken. "Does it take you 
very long to recover?" 

"I'll have another hard-on and another load in just a few minutes," Ken 
said, feeling his cock already beginning to lift. "I guess you're really 
steaming." 

"I'm all right. I can get by without fingering myself or anything like that, 
I mean. Jackie and I enjoyed a fast and furious sixty-nine before we had our 
argument and she split. Do you go down on your wife? Or is that question out 
of order?" 

"I guess that's the main reason I'm here," Ken said. "Not that I don't like 
you, Joyce. It's just that I love my wife and we don't engage in the oral 
activities." 

Joyce sat upright and looked down at Ken's face. "Why?" 

He laughed. "That's a good question. We're both just too backward with each 
other. Not that I'm sure that she would even be interested, of course. I 
just haven't had the nerve or the guts to even bring up the subject." 

Joyce lowered her upper body back down on the bed. "That's sad, Ken. Really. 
Have you ever performed cunnilingus on anybody?" 

"Once. When I was just a kid. The girl laughed and that didn't do my ego or 
whatever any good. I guess I liked the game but didn't want the name." 

"Cuntlapper? I don't really mind being called that and it's considered 
normal where you're concerned, so it shouldn't bother you. Just as it's 
normal for me to be a cocksucker. People worry about what other people think 
too damned much. Why don't you just go down on your wife sometime without 
saying a word? I'll bet that she wouldn't laugh if you lapped her cunt and I 
know that I wouldn't if you lapped mine." 

Ken sat upright, lifted, and got down between Joyce's lovely legs without 
looking at her face. He gazed down at the curly, light-brown hairs and the 
pink slit that parted them down the middle. His cock quickly became 
completely erect and he enjoyed the exciting woman-smell drifting up from 
the cunt, he meant to lap. 

He slowly lowered his face. The heady aroma of the pussy assailed his 
nostrils even more and his excitement increased. He stuck out his tongue and 
licked the moist and smooth cuntal lips and he heard a little moan from the 
lips above. The taste was pleasant. He mashed his opened mouth against the 
quivering gash and jabbed his tongue deep into the wet and hot clinging 
flesh. 

He darted his tongue in and out a few times, then began lapping at the walls 
of the tasty cunt. Joyce began writhing her ass against the mattress. Ken 
had been gripping her hips. He slipped his hands around and under and 
grasped her smooth buttocks. 

Joyce hunched upward and forward. His tongue made contact with her stiffened 
clitoris and she moaned loudly while her fingers clutched at his hair. He 
began lapping the springy organ, happy to be making her happy, finding that 
the intimate erotic act was even more enjoyable than he remembered. 

He managed to get his lips around the elongated clit and added sucking to 
his rhythmical lapping. Joyce began wriggling her ass faster and she hunched 
along with his lavish oral attentions while her fingernails dug into his 
scalp and tugged him even closer. He knew that she was close to a climax and 
he labored faster to give her the utmost in pleasure. 

Joyce suddenly tensed, gasped, then cried out, and Ken was surprised at the 
amount of juice that was produced while the girl was having an orgasm. She 
actually had an entire series of spasmodic releases, and he kept right on 
lapping and sucking and swallowing the cunt juice until she sagged limply 
and removed her hands from his head. 

He lifted his face, pulled his hands from under her sleek ass, and met her 
passion-filmed eyes. "I thought you were inexperienced," she said, smiling. 

"I've done a lot of reading and I also have a good imagination," he said, 
grinning. Deciding that he wanted to go down on her again before fucking 
her, he got on his back beside her, his cock thrusting toward the ceiling. 
"I don't suppose you're in all that much of a hurry to be pronged, Joyce." 

"I'm no longer afraid," she said. "Not of being fucked, anyway. I do hope 
that you take it easy with that big joystick, though." 

"Don't worry about that," he said, turning over on his side and pressing the 
underside of his hard cock against one of her warm thighs. "How long does it 
take for you to recover?' 

"I'm ready now," she said. "I'm not tired, I mean, and I've often wondered 
if there was really any limit to the number of climaxes I'm capable of 
having when being tongued and sucked like that, You seem to have a natural 
talent for it." 

"I guess you meant that as a compliment," he said, thinking of the fact that 
he hadn't even kissed her on the mouth. 

He quickly lifted and straddled her body, mashing his mouth to hers without 
waiting for an answer. She eagerly returned his passionate, tongue-probing 
kiss and he fondled her perky breasts with his fingers. Soon he broke the 
tongue-lashing kiss and moved down to tongue and suck the thrusting, 
hard-tipped titties. 

After feasting upon the twin mounds until Joyce was squirming heatedly, Ken 
trailed down across her belly with his licking tongue, jabbing in and around 
her dainty navel. He had meant to do some inner thigh kissing and licking, 
but she arched demandingly and grabbed his head, so he began lapping her 
cunt again. 

Just as he made contact with her erect clit he heard her say that she wanted 
to be fucked right then. She had removed her hands and he lifted his face 
with some reluctance, as he did want to finish her with his mouth and tongue 
again, but he could understand why she would want him to put his cock in 
while she was steaming hot. 

He moved lower on the bed and positioned his poking prick for the 
penetration. Her legs were warm and smooth against his outer thighs, and her 
fingers were cool and smooth on his throbbing cock. He lowered slowly, 
thrilling to the sensation as his swollen cockhead pressed against the hot 
and wet slit of her pussy. The glans eased between the hot, juicy lips and 
he held it there, gazing into the girl's eyes. 

Joyce closed her eyes tightly and told Ken to go ahead and put his cock all 
the way in. He did, slowly and carefully and her clinging cunt was so hot 
and tight he had to fight desperately for control. He remained braced on his 
hands and arms after he had his pulsing organ buried to the hilt. 

Opening her eyes, Joyce smiled and said, "I'm already beginning to think 
that I was silly for doing without this so long. I guess it was just a 
mental hangup and -- " 

Ken cut her words off with his mouth. He wasn't really interested in the 
reason or, reasons the girl had been going without fucking. He didn't expect 
to see her again, he didn't want to even take a chance on becoming 
emotionally involved with her, and he was more than ready to start toward 
his own blissful climax. 

He broke the feverish kiss, lowered his chest down against her spiked 
breasts, and began fucking her with slow and deep thrusts. She soon began 
counter-thrusts and whispered words about how great it felt. It was great 
for him, too, but it didn't really compare with the pleasure he had when 
having intercourse with his wife. 

Thinking of Carol, Ken faltered, and was suddenly afraid that he was going 
to lose his erection. He began to pump faster, really pounding his cock in 
and almost out of the tight, clasping cunt, and Joyce began bucking and 
humping wildly. 

Ken could only hold on and in, forgetting everything except the pleasures of 
the moment, and when he felt Joyce spasming he let himself go. His cock 
jerked erratically and pumped spurt after spurt of hot semen into her 
clenching cunt -- and seconds later he started thinking about leaving and 
getting back home so that he would be there if his loved and lovely wife 
called -- 

CHAPTER FOUR 

It was shortly after ten o'clock the next morning when Ken Mantell woke up 
in his own bed. He automatically felt for his wife's lovely body and 
memories came flooding back when he discovered the empty space on the bed. 
Rolling over on his back, staring at the ceiling, he experienced a pang of 
guilt as he remembered the feverish activities with Joyce. 

He had left the small apartment not long after sharing a simultaneous climax 
with the girl he was sure he would never see again. She had told him that 
she was leaving town, but he hadn't asked where she was going. They had both 
known that it had been a one-time affair and she had wished him luck with 
his wife and his marriage. She had also thanked him for "helping her find 
herself," as she had called it, and he still wasn't sure if she had been 
completely truthful with him. 

Not that it really made any difference, Ken thought, sitting upright and 
swinging from the bed. The erotic experience with Joyce was in the past, he 
couldn't see that any harm had been done -- as long as Carol never found out 
-- and he was sure that he would now be able to bring his secret desires out 
into the open with his wife. 

Ken went to the bathroom, felt his face, and decided to shave and go after 
Carol. He had only washed after uncoupling from Joyce, so he also took a 
shower. He got an erection while soaping his cock and balls, and while 
remembering the pleasure he had shared with the eagerly willing girl, but he 
didn't do anything about his arousal knowing that it would be impossible to 
ejaculate every time he got a hard-on. 

Deciding to wear the same clothes, his prick was soft by the time he had 
dressed and was in the kitchen preparing something to fill his empty 
stomach. He had ham and eggs, toast, and coffee. He looked out the window 
after washing the dishes and saw that Floyd's car was gone. Wondering if 
Floyd and George had recovered from the drinking, glad that he had had 
enough sense not to fool around with their wives, he poured a second cup of 
coffee and sat down at the table. 

He had just taken a few sips, already kind of dreading the long drive to his 
in-law's home alone, when he heard a knock at the back door. He saw that it 
was Virginia before he got to the door. He thought about not answering, but 
thought that would be foolish. He would have to face the redhead sooner or 
later. 

"Good morning," Virginia said cheerfully. "Is Carol here?" 

"You know she isn't," Ken said, stepping aside as the redhead breezed right 
on in. 

"I do now," Virginia said, smiling. She went over and sat down at the table. 
"Aren't you going to offer a neighbor a cup of coffee? I saw you leave last 
night and I thought you might have gone for your sweet wife. Where did you 
go?" 

The very attractive woman was wearing a street dress that matched her green 
eyes. Ken hesitated, then closed the door. He didn't think the sexy-looking 
female would or could rape him -- even if the idea of making it with her was 
exciting. 

He walked over and poured a cup of coffee, conscious of the smiling woman's 
eyes on his crotch. Afraid he might get an erection, he hurried to the table 
with the cup of coffee and sat down opposite Virginia before answering her 
question. 

"I just went for a drive," he said, meeting her eyes. "I'm getting ready to 
go after Carol now, though." 

Virginia arched her eyebrows. "Oh? Do you think that's wise? I was talking 
to June on the phone this morning and she said that you seemed to have 
exchanged some heated words with Carol." 

"We have no serious problems," Ken said. "How's Floyd feeling?" 

"Well enough to go fishing. He and George went together about an hour ago. 
They'll be gone all day. Did you enjoy the films the other night?" 

The question caught Ken by surprise. Thinking about the scenes in the 
movies, realizing that Virginia knew exactly what he had watched, he 
remained silent and watched Virginia calmly sip her coffee. 

Putting the cup back down, Virginia laughed and said, "That was a silly 
question! All men like to watch such movies, I guess, and contrary to 
popular belief most females do, too. I get a big bang out of watching the 
stag films with Floyd. It really puts us both in the mood and keeps the 
sexual part of our marriage alive. Did you ever watch such films with 
Carol?" 

"No," Ken said, wondering if he could resist the luscious redhead if she 
really applied pressure. He was sure that she wanted to have sex with him, 
but he still felt that she was too close to home. Besides, he had cheated on 
Carol once too often already. 

"You shouldn't be embarrassed by talk about sex, Ken. After all, we're both 
adults. Don't you discuss things freely with your wife?" 

"You aren't my wife," Ken said evasively. "Besides, I don't think Floyd 
would exactly appreciate it if he knew we were -- well, talking like this." 

"My husband doesn't have any stupid hang-ups where sex is concerned," 
Virginia said, finishing her coffee. "Meaning, of course, that Floyd doesn't 
ask any questions about my behavior and I don't romp on his ass for getting 
a little nooky on the side now and then. I think he's a little stupid for 
paying whores when there's so much free stuff floating around, but I don't 
make a big issue out of it." 

Again Ken remained silent. He thought Floyd's wife might be baiting him, 
trying to get him to do some blabbing, and he didn't want to be in the 
middle of a husband-wife squabble. He was also uncomfortable just having the 
neighbor woman in the house. He finished his coffee and mostly to have 
something to say asked Virginia if she wanted more. 

"No, thanks, Ken. I guess you know that I didn't just come over for coffee." 
Virginia laughed. "Not since Carol isn't home, anyway. I didn't come here to 
play cards, either. Last night I thought you might be turning me down for 
June. Are you sure you didn't go to some female you might have on the string 
somewhere? Floyd told me that he tried to set you up with a pretty young 
barmaid and you turned her down." 

"I think Floyd talks too damned much," Ken said. "I also think we had better 
call a halt to this little talk and visit. Our neighbors might get the wrong 
idea, you know, and I wouldn't want your reputation to get tarnished." 

"I've had my eyes on you since you moved here, Ken. How long has it been? 
Three months? Four? Anyway, I don't like to be turned down. Not that it 
happens very often. But when it does it hurts my feelings. There's nothing 
worse than a female with those kind of hurt feelings, you know, and I guess 
I'll just have to resort to threats. If you don't, I'll say that you did and 
I can be very convincing, honey. What do you think your lovely young wife 
would say if I told her that we had all kinds of wonderful sex together?" 

Virginia had gotten to her feet. Ken didn't know if the redhead was bluffing 
or not, but he did know that she had given him an excuse as good as any 
horny man could ever hope to have. She stood there with a smile flickering 
across her full lips and her hands on her flaring hips. He felt his cock 
responding to his thoughts and he thought of the old saw about a hard cock 
not having a conscience, and it seemed that in this case the same was true 
of a hot and itchy cunt. 

"Blackmail doesn't leave me much choice," Ken said, looking up and meeting 
Virginia's glittering green eyes. "Are you going to use a bed? Or do you 
want to be fucked right here on the kitchen floor?" 

"Don't be bitter," Virginia said, smiling. "Blackmail is an ugly word and 
there's no ugliness in what I'm offering you. I think you would stop me if I 
started to go home, anyway. Not that I'm going to put you to a test. I'm 
going to your bedroom, strip off my clothes, and get on your bed. You can 
sit here and think about my nakedness while you're beating your meat if you 
want to." 

The last few words were tossed back over Virginia's shoulder in a joking 
manner. Ken watched her long bare legs and swaying hips disappear from view, 
then slowly got to his feet. He went to a cupboard and got a bottle of 
Scotch. He just took a small drink to calm his nerves and put the bottle 
back. Walking toward the bedroom, his cock already lifting, it entered his 
mind that he might be tossing his marriage down the drain. But there didn't 
seem to be much he could do about it, so he might as well have just as much 
pleasure as possible -- 

Virginia was on her back near the center of the bed. Her naked body looked 
as good as Ken had thought it would. She smiled, licked her lips, and ran 
her hands up her sides to her big breasts. Ken kneeled to remove his shoes 
and socks. Virginia wanted to know if he was angry with her. He laughed and 
told her that he would be if she turned out to be a bum fuck. 

"I've never had any complaints," Virginia said, watching as Ken straightened 
and began removing his clothes. Shortly after his hard cock was exposed and 
thrusting proudly, she exclaimed, "God, what a big whanger!" 

"You don't like big cocks?" he asked, grinning. 

"I love all sizes, honey! Bring that big beauty here!" 

Standing beside the bed, staring at the dark red triangle, Ken started to 
say that he didn't want to start the fucking session right away. But 
Virginia told him to hurry, that she couldn't wait to feel his big cock 
buried in her steaming snatch, so he climbed onto the bed and got between 
her long legs. 

"We can enjoy the fancy stuff later," Virginia said, reaching for his poking 
prick. Holding his stiff shaft with a thumb and forefinger, she swiped the 
blunt end up and down her moist slit, then placed it squarely in the hot 
embrace of the swollen outer cuntal lips. 

Ken began to ease the meat into her, slowly, and Virginia said, "Oh, sweet 
Jesus," and pulled her hand from between their bodies. She put both arms 
around his neck when he stopped with his shaft about halfway in to let her 
adjust to the thickness. She was tight and hot and he was thankful for the 
action the night before. 

Her green eyes glittering, Virginia told him to put his big prick all the 
way in and fuck the hell out of her. By the time he had buried it balls deep 
in her moist, clinging pussy, she was squirming, writhing, and gyrating, all 
in one fluid motion. He withdrew until only the head was encompassed, then 
plunged in deep again, not having any trouble keeping himself under control. 

She locked her ankles behind his hips and went through her wild little dance 
again. He grinned, lowered his chest down against her big spiked mounds, 
glued his mouth to hers, and started pumping with fast and powerful strokes. 
She lashed her tongue with his and hunched like crazy. Seconds later she 
ripped. her mouth and tongue from his and cried out that she was cumming. 

Then she was quivering, both inwardly and outwardly, her eyes squeezed shut, 
her pretty face contorted with passion, as she went into orgasm. She 
unlocked her ankles and threw her legs into the air while he rode high, 
making contact with her clit with his pistoning cock. 

Ken wasn't anywhere near cumming. He pushed in and held his rigid rod deep 
and still while her spasms slowly subsided. When he began fucking her again, 
slowly, and while braced on his hands and arms, she moved with him for a 
short time, then stopped and opened her eyes. 

"I didn't think you would last so long the first time, Ken." 

"Maybe I jacked off just before you got here," he said, grinning. "I didn't 
have a bed-partner last night, you know." 

"An honest young man," Virginia said, smiling. "To be perfectly honest I 
frigged myself last night when I failed to get Floyd awake. How often do you 
have intercourse with Carol?" 

"Usually twice a night," Ken said, getting a kick out of lying to the 
green-eyed sexpot. He had again . buried his hard cock deep and left it 
there. "When I'm really feeling sexy I go a third time." 

"What do you do when Carol's having her period?" 

Ken didn't know if Virginia believed him, and didn't really care, but he 
didn't lie when he said, "I flip myself off. What else?" 

"Carol doesn't go down on you?" 

"I don't want to discuss my wife," Ken said. "I'm not proud of myself for 
being with you and I just might lose my hard-on if I think too much." 

"That would be a shame," Virginia said. "Do you mind if I blow you now? I've 
had mine for the moment and I really go for fellatio. I always have. In 
fact, I was sucking cocks a couple of years before I started letting boys 
fuck me. Do you tongue Carol's twat?" 

"You talk too much and ask too many questions," Ken said, withdrawing and 
flopping over on his back.' "There it is. Suck it all the way off if you 
want to." 

Virginia lifted, got between Ken's legs, and crouched over his glistening 
tool. She licked her own secretions from the hard shaft, sending Ken's 
passion soaring, and he made up his mind right then to perform cunnilingus 
on the sexy redhead. Why not? he thought. Since he was cheating on his wife 
he might as well go all the way. 

Virginia opened her mouth wide and her soft mouth enveloped the entire head 
of his cock. Her moist lips clung to the shaft behind the crown and her 
tongue lapped the swollen glans. He put his hands on her head and she took 
more of his pulsing cock, her tongue slipping along the underside of his 
rigid shaft, and he felt the end touching the back of her mouth. 

Her hot mouth stuffed with his hard flesh, her green eyes rolled up to meet 
his, one eye winked, and she began bobbing her head up and down. She licked 
and sucked simultaneously, expertly giving him great pleasure and he removed 
his hands from her head to let her know that he wasn't in any hurry to 
climax. 

She continued to suck and lick, her mouth making wet slurping sounds now, 
one hand squeezing and jerking at the base of his thick shaft. He closed his 
eyes and enjoyed the thrilling sensations, amazed at the way he was lasting. 
He opened his eyes after a couple of minutes and started to tell her to 
shift around so that he could get at her, but she stopped sucking and said 
that she would take a ride while resting her jaws. 

"I'm surprised that you can last so long, Ken. Most of the younger fellows 
I'm lucky enough to get are fast as hell on the trigger." Virginia had been 
positioning herself over him, balanced on one hand and arm while using her 
other hand to guide his thrusting cock into her pussy. She lowered, her cunt 
engulfing and clamping around his throbbing prick, and began joy-riding up 
and down on the length of his shaft, gasping and moaning, her blazing eyes 
meeting his. 

He put his hands on her swaying and jiggling breasts and squeezed the 
springy mounds while running a thumb back and forth across each stiffened 
nipple. She told him that she still wanted to finish him off with her mouth, 
speaking between little gasps, and he told her to go ahead and enjoy another 
climax. 

While she was bouncing through an orgasm, however, he had to concentrate 
desperately to keep from shooting off. He managed to last out the storm and 
she seemed to sense the imminent explosion, because she lifted quickly and 
took his wet cockhead into her mouth. 

She only sucked the knob, while milking his throbbing organ with clenched 
fingers, and he groaned as his cock jerked spasmodically and spurted thick j 
ism into her greedily sucking mouth. She gulped and swallowed just as 
greedily, taking all he had to offer, keeping right on sucking after his 
cock was drained and deflated. 

"I'll have another load soon," Ken said, pushing against the redhead's 
forehead with the fingers of one hand. 

Virgina let Ken's limp prick slip from between her wet lips. She smiled. 
"I'll admit that I'm a greedy bitch where any kind of sex is concerned, 
honey. I also like variety. I've always been promiscuous, I mean, and I'm 
very lucky to have such an understanding husband. You don't have to worry 
even if Floyd happens to find out. We gave each other the freedom to have 
outside sex long ago and we're both happy with the arrangement." 

While speaking, Virginia had stretched out beside Ken. "I'm worried about my 
wife finding out," he said. "We haven't given each other that kind of 
freedom and I hate the thought of her even thinking about being with another 
man." 

"Do you think that's being fair? You're apparently enjoying yourself with 
me, so why should you deny Carol the pleasure of trying it with somebody 
else?" 

"I'm not going to argue with you," Ken said, turning on his side and facing 
Virginia. "It isn't fair to Carol for me to be with you like this, but I'm 
depending on you to help me keep her from finding out. You don't want to 
break up my marriage, do you?" 

"That's the last thing I want to do," Virginia said. "Carol's a sweet girl 
and I don't want her to be hurt. I'm curious about your sex life with her, 
though, and you should understand that. After all, I just went down on you, 
I like to have my cunt lapped, and I see no reason why you shouldn't level. 
with me. Do you and Carol engage in any kind of oral sex?" 

Ken had been fondling Virginia's big hard-nippled titties. He continued to 
massage one spiked mound and propped on an elbow, cupping his jaw in the 
palm of his hand. "The answer is no," he said. "Don't ask me to name any 
specific reason, but we've never even talked about the more intimate forms 
of sex. Sad, huh?" 

"Yes, it is. Floyd and I are completely uninhibited with each other and I 
wouldn't have it any other way. I could tell that wasn't the first time 
you've had your cock sucked, Ken. Have you ever performed cunnilingus?" 

"A couple of times," Ken said, removing his hand from Virginia's firm 
breast, then moving until he was straddling her naked body on his hands and 
knees. "You really have some big knockers. Do you like to have them sucked?" 

"I love it enough to suck them myself when there's nobody around to do it 
for me. One at a time, of course! I've often wished that I was a 
contortionist so that I could get my mouth and tongue on my own pussy!" 

Ken wanted to see the hot-ass female suck on her own titties, but he was 
even more interested in sucking on them himself right then. He tongued and 
sucked on each one of the magnificent mounds of taut-tipped flesh until he 
had her. squirming heatedly. 

Virginia finally put her hands on Ken's forehead and applied a little 
pressure. He willingly trailed his parted lips and darting tongue lower on 
her writhing lush body, caught up in a driving desire to taste her twat. 

He jabbed his tongue into her deep belly button a few times, caressing her 
rounded hips and his hands, then went lower, walking on his knees and 
getting between her eagerly parted legs. He skirted right on around the 
thick reddish bush growing between her white thighs. The delectable 
fragrance really turned him on, but he wanted to prolong the exciting 
pleasure and he also wanted to have her really steaming when he probed her 
succulent snatch with his tongue. 

She had parted her legs wider and lifted her knees so that he'. could get at 
her inner thighs when he skirted around the soft, silky mat. He licked the 
warm and smooth flesh, slipping his hands under and grabbing her wriggling 
ass when she put her hands on his head and began tugging his face to her 
lifting pussy. 

He pushed the short curls aside with his tongue and licked the moist split. 
Her finger-nails dug into his scalp and he heard her soft little moans 
despite the roaring in his ears. He jabbed his tongue into the hot and 
clinging cunt-flesh a few times,, then slipped it in and found her stiff and 
slippery clit. He lapped furiously, the blood pounding in his ears, his cock 
getting harder and harder and throbbing more and more. 

He got his lips around her passion-button and added sucking to his lapping. 
She suddenly arched upward, clamped her warm thighs tightly against his 
cheeks, and shuddered all over. He kept right on lapping and sucking and 
swallowing the juices until she sagged upon the mattress and trapped his 
clasping fingers. Her fingers left his head and he lifted his face and 
pulled his hands from under her moist buttocks. 

"You're damned good at the art of cunnilingus," Virginia said, smiling. "If 
you're ready to fuck some more, let's do it dog-fashion,. okay?" 

Ken silently settled back on his haunches, his cock thrusting stiffly, while 
Virginia got on her hands and knees. He stared at the swell of her white 
buttocks, the long pink, gasping wet gash that was her cunt. He also looked 
at her tiny puckered anal opening, wondering if she had ever taken it up the 
ass. She had implied that she and Floyd did everything, hadn't she? Well, he 
had never corn-holed any-body and he didn't think he even wanted to. 
Besides, he didn't think he could get his big pecker into such a small 
opening. 

He had been caressing the sleek asscheeks with both hands. He snuggled close 
and with one smooth motion sank the entire length of his rigid prick deep 
into the wet, clinging folds of her cunt. He began fucking her and she 
hunched along with his low and steady strokes. He leaned over her back and 
squeezed her hanging titties and she told him that she was about to climax 
again. 

Quickening the tempo of his thrusts, Ken moved one hand back and under and 
used a finger to stimulate her clitoris. She bucked and lurched through an 
orgasm and when it was over for her, his cock was still hard and buried deep 
in her quivering cunt. He didn't give her much time to rest before he began 
pronging her again. He wanted to get his gun and get her out of the house. 

After fucking her for all of five minutes he still wasn't very close to 
climax. She was moving with him, obviously trying to give him as much 
pleasure as possible, but even though he was enjoying himself he couldn't 
keep his mind from wandering. Again he was glad that there was no danger of 
his emotions becoming involved. He liked Virgina as a person, and she was an 
excellent sex partner, but he couldn't picture himself living with her. He 
dreaded facing her husband, too. Even if Floyd didn't find out he would be 
uncomfortable around the man 

"I've a suggestion," Virginia finally said. "You're probably getting tired, 
so why don't you finish off in the other hole? I really like to be 
sodomized, anyway, and I've taken on a few cocks that big without any 
trouble. You don't have any objections to corn-holing, do you?" 

Ken had stopped pumping and left his throbbing organ buried balls deep in 
Virginia's clasping cunt. He couldn't think of a good reason why he 
shouldn't give ass-fucking a try. He was curious -- and it wouldn't be his 
fault if he hurt her. 

Withdrawing his hard, wet cock from her juicy twat, he placed the glistening 
head against the tiny puckered aperture of her asshole. She leaned over and 
rested her forehead on the mattress. The movement hiked her buttocks higher 
and seemingly at a better angle. 

She told him to go ahead and he pushed, firmly, and to his astonishment the 
blood-engorged head slipped past the tight, elastic ring. The hot flesh 
gripping his swollen glans caused him to gasp. She again told him to go 
ahead and he slowly shoved his pulsing organ into the hot, tight tunnel. He 
heard her groan, but he pushed his cock on in until his pubic hairs pressed 
tightly against the yielding mounds of her ass. 

The terrific heat had him gritting his teeth, fighting desperately for 
control. Virginia didn't move outwardly, apparently sensing how close he was 
to a climax, but he could feel her inner ass-flesh twitching around his 
throbbing tool. 

He managed to hold back his churning passion, somehow, and he heard Virginia 
say that the pain had passed. He drew his stiff and slippery shaft out until 
only the knob remained embedded, then shoved it deep up her clinging asshole 
again. She groaned, seemingly with pleasure, and made a series of little 
hunching movements. He grabbed her hips to give himself better leverage and 
began rhythmically fucking the hot and tight clutching channel of her anus. 

"Oh, that feels so damned good, honey! I feel so gloriously stuffed! Slam 
that big prong to me faster! Dump your load deep in my glowing bunghole!" 

Virginia's fingers were clutching at the sheet, the mattress, and she was 
hunching along with Ken's pistoning prick. He began slamming it to her 
faster, partly because of her loud words, partly because he had started the 
mad dash to a spurting climax. He groaned and gripped her hips so tightly 
his knuckles turned as white as her smooth flesh. 

He felt her tense, knew that she was about to have an orgasm without her 
cunt or clit being touched, and moaned with pleasure as his cock jerked and 
jolted and flooded her twitching rectum. She kept moving with him, milking 
out the last few drops of semen with her clutching asshole, and they rested 
with him draped over her back and shoulders. 

"That was great," Virginia finally said. "Super!" 

"It was a first for me," Ken said, lifting his upper body, then pulling his 
limber cock from the clinging hole. "Are you all right? It seemed to me that 
you would be hurting, I mean, and I'm sorry if I got too rough." 

"I'm okay," Virginia said. "The pleasure was worth the pain and the slight 
discomfort now." 

Ken swung from the bed and hurried to the bathroom, leaving the redhead on 
her hands and knees. While he was showering in the stall, using a lot of 
soap, he heard Virginia-drawing water in the tub. By the time he stepped out 
and grabbed a towel, she was in the tub, a. bright smile on her face. 

Her eyes went to his limp penis. "Have you ever fucked under water," Ken? 
Don't worry! I'm not asking for any more sex right now! I just thought we 
could try it in the bathtub some other time. It's great fun, really, and 
Floyd and I do it quite often. The secret is to make the coupling before the 
immersion." 

Ken finished drying himself. He knew that he could get another hard-on, and 
he was tempted, but he wanted to get Floyd's wife out of the house. He 
didn't want to push his luck. He didn't know how to handle the situation to 
keep from making Virginia angry. He should have called her bluff, he 
thought. It was doubtful that she would have really lied to Carol. He had 
just used that as an excuse to have his fun with the hot-ass woman and now 
she wouldn't have to lie 

"We're going to have to make this the first and the last time, Virginia. I 
enjoyed myself, as you know, and I appreciate everything, but it's best that 
we call a halt right now." 

"I'm sorry you feel that way about it," Virginia said, running the palms of 
her hands over her big wet breasts. "Thanks for the delightful session and 
just keep in mind that I'll be available whenever you're in the mood." 

Ken hurried from the bathroom to the bedroom, quickly dressed and went to 
the kitchen. He was drinking a second beer when Virginia came in, dressed, 
and with the usual smile on her pretty features. 

She didn't say anything until she had her hand on the doorknob and she 
didn't turn around. "I will give you a little advice Ken. Be as uninhibited 
with Carol as you were with me and I'm sure that you will make her very 
happy." 

Ken didn't say anything and Virginia went on out. He stared at the closed 
door for a moment, finished his beer, then hurried to the living room to 
call his lovely young wife. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Carol's mother answered the phone and when Ken heard her pleasant voice he 
asked for Carol, then remembered to ask about Carol's father. He liked his 
in-laws, but he had never been able to call them Mom and Dad, as Carol had 
suggested that he do. He had been raised in an orphanage, and Carol's 
parents treated him just fine, but he just couldn't look upon-them as 
anything other than in-laws. 

He could imagine when looking at his mother-in-law how Carol would be when 
she was in her early forties. Still beautiful, still full of life -- and 
despite himself he wondered if the lovely woman had ever cheated on her 
husband. He doubted it. How about Carol's father? He was always coming out 
with sex jokes, but that didn't mean anything. 

"I would like to talk to Carol," Ken said again, after his mother-in-law had 
assured him that her husband was going to be all right. 

"Carol isn't here right now, Ken. She went swimming with a group of young 
people and I don't know just when she will be back. Is there anything 
wrong?" 

"No," Ken said. "I just wanted to see how Carol's father was getting along. 
I'll see you." 

He replaced the receiver and stared at the phone for a few seconds. He 
shouldn't have been so hasty about hanging up, he thought. But the 
information about Carol going swimming had upset him. He felt a combination 
of jealousy and anger. By damn, maybe Carol was getting pronged by some 
young punk out by the lake right then! 

Realizing that he wasn't being fair, Ken stretched out on the couch. He 
again thought about going after his wife, but decided that he would wait and 
let her call. She would probably be on the phone later and it wouldn't be 
right to go directly to his wife from another woman. 

The sex and the beer had made him drowsy. He closed his eyes and the next 
think he knew the doorbell was ringing. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, 
glancing at the clock on the wall, and saw that he had been sleeping for a 
couple of hours. The doorbell kept ringing and he got to his feet and went 
to the door. 

It was June. "Hi! Did I wake you up?" 

"As a matter of fact, you did, June. What do you want?" 

"That isn't a very nice thing to ask a friendly neighbor," June said, the 
smile leaving her face, some of the warmth going out of her dark eyes. Then 
she let out a little laugh and walked in past Ken. "I just thought we could 
keep each other company for an hour or so. My husband isn't home, neither is 
your wife, so it seems to be a perfect time for you and I to get together. 
You know damned well that I've had the hots for you, Ken. You aren't going 
to give me the brush, are you?" 

June had walked over and parked her trim fanny down in an easy chair. Ken 
closed the door and sat down on the couch. June was wearing a black 
mini-skirt and a white blouse. Her legs were bare and high heels were on her 
small feet. He remembered the times he had daydreamed" about having sex with 
the attractive, sexy-looking, dark-haired woman and wondered why he wasn't 
more excited. It wasn't because he didn't think he was capable of satisfying 
the small woman's desires after taking care of her larger friend so 
recently. Maybe the females were becoming available too fast and too easy, 
he thought. There, certainly wasn't the thrill of the chase usually 
associated with making it with a new female. 

"What are you thinking about, Ken? You seem lost in .thought and are just 
staring and you're making me nervous." 

"Maybe I want to make you nervous," Ken said. "By coming here you're putting 
me in one hell of a spot, you know, so why should I try to make you feel 
comfortable about the whole deal ?" 

"Maybe you always wake up grouchy," June said. "George is inclined to do so. 
If you're worried about my husband, forget it. Even if he found out he 
wouldn't care. He wants me to be happy in all ways and he knows that sex is 
one of the most important things in my life." 

"I'm not what I guess you would call an understanding husband," Ken said. 
"I'm not about to give Carol the freedom to have outside sex. Not that I 
think she would go for it, of course. Despite the fact that you're a very 
attractive woman, and I have the feeling that you really know how to make a 
man happy in a sexual way, I'm afraid that I'll have to pass up the 
opportunity." 

June laughed. "As you did with Virginia! I talked to her on the phone and 
she said it didn't take much of a threat to make you come across, Ken. I was 
hoping that you wouldn't force me to use the same method to get what I want. 
She said that you have ten, maybe eleven, inches of hard, long-lasting cock. 
She said that after Floyd's seven inches it seemed even bigger than that. 
George only has a little over six inches, but he really knows how to use 
what he does have. Hey, I'm rambling on and on, aren't I! Which proves that 
I am nervous, I suppose, but that's because Carol is my friend and I don't 
want her to be hurt any more than you do." 

"You're some friend," Ken said. "Do you go around doing the same thing to 
all your friends?" 

"Just those with a willing husband," June said standing. "Virginia said that 
you were very willing once you got started and -- well, what's the harm if 
we share some pleasure? Life is short and we only go around once, you know, 
as the beer commercial says, so why not live with gusto and stop worrying?" 

June had removed her blouse and tossed it aside. She reached around, 
unhooked the bra, and slipped it off. Her breasts were small, high on her 
chest, and obviously firm. Smiling, she cupped her titties, ran her pink 
tongue around her red lips, and kicked out of her heels. 

"I hope you aren't too much of a breast-man, Ken. Virginia has such big 
titties, I mean, and I know that Carol's are bigger than mine. Virginia told 
me that you don't engage in oral sex with your sweet young wife. That's a 
shame, really, as cunnilingus and fellatio are just as natural as fucking. 
Would you like to take the rest of my clothes off?" 

"There's something screwy going on," Ken said. "I can't understand why you 
two hot-ass wives are suddenly after me so hot and heavy after your husbands 
were so interested in fixing me up with a female. I hope this isn't a 
conspiracy or some damn thing between you and Virginia and my so-called 
friends to get Carol involved. If so, I'm just jealous and mean enough to 
crack some heads." 

June had started toward Ken, then stopped about halfway, her hands at her 
sides, the smile gone from her pretty face. "This is the first time Virginia 
and I have had a chance at you, Ken. This is the first time Carol has left 
you home alone, isn't it? Don't blame our husbands for what we do. I know 
damn well that they would like to make it with your beautiful young wife, as 
what man wouldn't but she would tell you that they have never made a play 
for her. Don't you appreciate the fact that your wife is admired?" 

"Yes, I do, June, but I don't like what your words imply. Have you and 
George talked about how he would like to make it with Carol?" 

"You misunderstood," June said, averting her eyes. "I just assume that he 
has fantasies where Carol is concerned. He's a horny so-and so, as you must 
know, and haven't you often wondered how it would be to sex it up with me?" 

"I can't deny that," Ken said, not sure that he believed her statement about 
him misunderstanding. "If I go along with what I admit that I also want, 
will you make it a one-time session and promise not to tell Carol?" 

"Honey, I would promise just about anything right at this moment!" 

Ken wasn't really satisfied with the answer, but he didn't say anything -- 
mainly because June moved forward, dropped to her knees on the carpet, and 
tugged his zipper down. His cock hadn't lifted into a complete erection, but 
by the time the eager woman's hand had reached in and pulled it out it was 
thrusting stiffly. 

"It's only nine inches," he said, watching as June used both hands to gently 
caress the hard flesh, muscle, and gristle. "Virginia misjudged the size, I 
mean, and you had better remember that I shot off two loads with her." 

"She told me," June said, her gleaming black eyes on his poking cock and her 
stroking fingers. "At your age you should be able to go two more times 
without too much trouble, though. Is it all right if I take a taste before 
we get naked?" 

"I don't see why you're bothering to ask permission now," Ken said. "Not 
after using a form of blackmail to get this far." 

June frowned and her black eyes met Ken's. For a moment he thought he had 
talked himself right out of a blow-job and all the other exciting sexual 
pleasures he was really looking forward to sharing with George's wanton 
wife. 

But she smiled and said, "You would feel like kicking your own ass if you 
made me angry enough to walk, out of here, Ken, so why the hell don't you 
stop the token protests?" 

June had been squeezing the base of Ken's turgid tool with the fingers of 
one hand. She slipped her other hand inside his clothes and fondled his 
heavy testicles as she leaned forward and kissed clown one side of his 
pulsing prick and up the other. Her wet tongue then lapped over the enlarged 
crown and she smiled up at him, her dark eyes glowing, just before she 
opened her mouth and engulfed the swollen glans. 

She started bobbing her head, her educated tongue laving the bulging head of 
his prick as she greedily sucked his meat. June was really talented at the 
art of fellatio, he thought, knowing that if he hadn't been with Virginia 
earlier he would already be well on the way toward an explosion. As it was, 
he was able to thoroughly enjoy the lavish oral worship without worrying 
about ejaculating before she finished getting her kicks from the actual 
sucking. 

Before she finally stopped to rest and to tell him that she was getting 
close to a climax, though, he was no longer so confident. He told her that 
in just a couple of minutes he would have given her what she wanted, and she 
told him that she wasn't in a great hurry for her spurting reward. 

"I doubt that you will want to give me more than two loads, Ken, and I like 
to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Do you like?" ] June had gotten 
to her feet, dropped her short skirt, and peeled out of her brief white 
panties. Ken did like what he saw. Her rather small and shapely compact 
lower body blended perfectly with her perky breasts. The coal black pubic 
hairs were parted right down the middle, revealing her moist cuntal lips, 
and her fingers were caressing her rounded thighs. 

Ken held out his arms and June stepped into the circle. He grasped asmooth 
ass-cheek with each hand and breathed deeply as the heady aroma of her pussy 
filled his nostrils. He opened his mouth, leaned forward, and planted a 
deep, sucking, tongue-probing kiss into the gaping mouth of her quivering 
cunt. 

"Oh!" she gasped, her fingers clutching at his head. He tugged her closer, 
burrowing his face deeper in her hot, wet cunt-flesh, going to her elongated 
clit with his tongue and with his lips. "Oh!" she gasped again as she 
shuddered through an orgasm. 

Ken kept lapping and sucking until June stopped spasming and he was having 
to hold her with his clasping fingers to keep her from falling. She 
recovered quickly and dropped down to take off his shoes and socks, saying 
that she wanted to get him naked, then sit on his lap. 

The idea appealed to Ken and he removed his sport shirt and unfastened his 
belt just in time for her to tug his slacks off. He didn't wear an 
undershirt during the summer months. He pushed his shorts down around his 
knees and she pulled them on off, her eyes on his thrusting and throbbing 
cock. 

She got to her feet, turned, backed up, grabbed his rigid rod with one hand, 
and guided and lowered, engulfing the entire length of his big hard cock 
with her hot, tight, clinging cunt. Ken didn't try to suppress the little 
moan of pleasure that escaped his lips. June began bouncing up and down, at 
the same time making little circular movements with her hips and ass, and 
all he had to do was be there. 

Soon she began grinding furiously on the downstrokes and he caressed her 
sleek sides and hips with his fingers, knowing that she was just about to 
spasm, sure that he could last through her release. He wanted to wait and 
let her finish him off with her mouth. Then, after a short rest, he wanted 
them to do a sixty-nine while working on his second and last ejaculation. He 
knew that he would be able to last and last and he wanted to fuck her from 
all directions before finally giving her a load of jism in her hot and tight 
pussy 

"Oh, awwwwwwwwwwww -- " 

Shortly after the long, drawn-out moan or groan, June collapsed and sagged 
backward on Ken, his cock still rock-hard and buried deep in her trembling, 
twitching twat. 

"God, but that was great," June said shortly after her breathing had almost 
returned to normal. 

"I thought it was pretty good myself," Ken said, making a little thrust 
upward. "I'm ready for the spurting finish if you are." 

June understood. She lifted and Ken watched as her clinging, juicy cunt left 
his glistening shaft. She got down between his legs, but she didn't go 
directly to his wet cock. She went lower and licked his balls and even 
sucked one nut into her mouth. He liked the sensation, but he was glad when 
she pushed his balls out of her sucking mouth with her tongue and licked up 
along the underside of his poking organ. It made him a little nervous just 
thinking about having his nut in a greedy mouth. 

She began sucking his dick, bobbing her head, giving him a damned good 
blow-job, and he didn't try to hold back. Soon, feeling the semen starting 
the churning rush through his throbbing cock, he groaned and surged upward. 
She took the first few jets deep in her throat, gulping it right down, then 
she grasped him by the hips and lifted, her lips pulling out around his 
jerking shaft, until she had only the taut-skinned head of his gushing cock 
in her greedy mouth. 

Ken shuddered with rapture as his balls were emptied of their churning load, 
his prick expanding and contracting rhythmically as the wanton wife took all 
the hot cream he had to give her, whimpering with joy and swallowing again 
and again. Even when the spurting stopped, she kept sucking, holding his 
rapidly deflating penis in her mouth and draining the last few sluggish 
drops. 

When she did allow his soft tool to slip from between her puffy lips, she 
glanced up at his face, her dark eyes glazed with passion, and said, "I 
don't understand how Carol can keep from doing that to your truly delightful 
prick." 

Ken closed his eyes. He didn't want to talk about his wife. He still thought 
that June and Virginia had teamed up on him, possibly with George and Floyd 
knowing all about it, and he sure as hell wasn't about to share Carol with 
anybody. Not with his knowledge, anyway, as there was the possibility that 
she was making it with some bastard. She trusted him and look what he had 
done -- was doing. There were plenty of secluded areas around the lake and 
she could be sexing it. up with some jerk right then -- 

"Do you have any beer, Ken? I think we could both use one about now." 

Opening his eyes, Ken watched as June got to her feet, pushing herself up by 
placing her hands on his knees. He told her that there was plenty of beer 
and he watched her jiggling ass when she scampered from the room. It entered 
his mind that Carol might even be in on what could be a conspiracy. He had 
heard and read about swappers and it wouldn't surprise him at all to find 
that June and George switched around with Virginia and Floyd. 

When June returned with two cold cans of beer, Ken accepted one, sipped, and 
wondered if he should put the questions in his mind into words. June sat 
down beside him, not touching and Ken decided to let things ride. He 
couldn't really depend on June to be honest with him, anyway, and he had to 
be honest with himself and admit that he didn't want to start anything that 
might drive the lovely female away before he was ready for her to go. 
Because he did want some more action and his cock was already responding to 
his thoughts and to the knowledge that the sexy female was naked and 
available. 

"George told me about watching the movies the other night, Ken. We didn't 
even make it to the bedroom when he got home he was so horny." 

They had been sipping beer in silence for a few minutes. Ken glanced at June 
and grinned. "The sex scenes turned me on, too, but I managed to wait until 
Carol and I went to bed. Have you seen the films?" 

"Yes. Similar ones, at least. I like them. The performers are so 
unrestrained and uninhibited. Just as everybody should be, really, and 
that's especially true in marriage. George and I have always been that way 
with each. other. With one exception, I had better add. Virginia and I 
talked on the phone for quite a while, as you may have guessed, and there is 
one thing I don't want you to do." 

Ken didn't have to be told what June meant. "It was Virginia's idea," he 
said. "You don't have to worry about me pronging you in the wrong hole." 

"It's just that I'm too damned tender back there," June said. She finished 
her beer, then added, "I've tried it a few times, and I'll admit that the 
sensation was really quite marvelous, but I'm afraid that your big 
pleasure-prong would ruin me for ever more. Virginia said that some people 
are just tougher back there than others. Which is the truth, of course, as 
she obviously suffers no painful aftereffects." 

Ken finished his beer, took June's can, and put both empties on the end 
table. "It was a first for me with the sexy redhead and I could go from now 
on without giving it another try. Just the idea almost turns me off and so 
does the idea of swapping. Actually, the idea of swapping turns me 
completely off." 

"What made you bring up the subject of swapping?" 

Ken didn't look at June. The words had just popped out, but he decided that 
he might as well go ahead and make his feelings known. 

"I understand that there's a great deal of that sort of thing going on these 
days," he said. "It isn't any of my business if married couples want to live 
that way, but I could never do it -- and if Carol even suggested that we 
give it a try I would probably leave her." 

After a short silence, June said, "I don't think you have to worry about 
your wife, Ken. I have the feeling that Carol feels the same way, I mean, 
and now I think we had better stop talking before we talk ourselves right 
out of some wonderful pleasure." 

June moved close, pressing her warm and firm body against Ken's, one hand 
going to his cock. That organ was already about half-hard and it lengthened 
into a stiff erection under her caressing fingers. He turned his head, 
looked down into her glowing eyes, at her moistly parted lips, and realized 
that they hadn't kissed each other on the mouth. 

He lowered his own parted lips and immediately changed that fact. Her lips 
were soft and smooth and her hot tongue darted into his mouth. He met the 
slippery oral instrument with his own and also grabbed one of her breasts. 
The nipple was stiff on the small round mound. He broke the passionate, 
tongue-lashing kiss, leaned over, and popped the hard nipple and a goodly 
portion of the surrounding firm flesh into his mouth. He tongued and sucked 
and she stroked his head with the fingers that weren't clenched around his 
erect cock. 

"Let's get down on the carpet where we will be more comfortable, Ken." 

June's words were welcome and made good sense to Ken. It took only seconds 
for them to slip down off the couch, with June on her back and with Ken 
suspended over her, feasting upon her perky mounds of taut-tipped flesh. 

He ran one hand down over her trembling belly, cupped her hairy crotch, and 
inserted his middle finger into her hot and juicy cunt. She wriggled her ass 
against the thick carpet as he finger-fucked her twat, careful not to get 
rough enough to do harm to the tender folds of wet flesh. Soon he trailed 
down and replaced his finger with his tongue, feeling her thighs closing 
warmly over his ears. He slid his tongue as far as he could into her 
palpitating pussy, then began swabbing the walls of the quivering channel. 

Dimly hearing June tell him to twist around so that she could get at his 
cock, Ken quickly obeyed, kissing and licking her puffy cuntal lips while 
doing so. When she had his blood-engorged cockhead in her mouth, he pulled 
his face back just far enough to tell her that he was going to roll them 
over on their sides. She moved helpfully, not faltering in her sucking, and 
he returned his mouth and tongue to her twitching twat. 

They remained in the sixty-nine position for all of ten minutes, with Ken 
lapping and sucking June's stiffened clit enough to cause her to shudder 
through two spasmodic orgasms. But, despite her voracious efforts to make 
him climax, he had no trouble in keeping from doing so. He was determined to 
satisfy the dark-haired sexpot without expending his energy more than two 
times. There was always the possibility that his wife would return 
unexpectedly and it would be embarrassing to be completely sexually pooped 
if she did come home. 

They finally parted in silent mutual consent and when Ken rolled over on his 
back, June twisted around and kissed his wet lips briefly and tenderly. 

"Give me a few minutes and I'll try again to take the starch out of your big 
joystick," she said, smiling. "Carol's a lucky girl to have a stud like you 
for a husband, honey." 

"Do you think she would feel lucky if she knew what I'm doing now?" 

"She might," June said. "If it meant that you would let yourself go with her 
as you have with me -- and with Virginia. I suppose there are many wives who 
don't suck cocks, and wouldn't even give it a try under any circumstances, 
but I doubt that there are many who wouldn't willingly accept cunnilingus 
once the backward husband proved how wonderful it feels," June laughed. 
"That's a plain hint for you to give Carol a break, of course!" 

"We're talking again," he said. "Wasting time, I mean, and I have an idea 
it's going to take a long time to take the starch out of my prick this 
time." 

"I'm sure that I will be equal to the task," June said, scooting down on the 
carpet, then lifting and taking Ken's cockhead and about two inches of the 
stiff shaft into her mouth with one swift motion. 

But she didn't suck very long before lifting and straddling him and his 
poking, saliva-coated cock in a squatting position, lowering and engulfing 
the pulsing hardness with her hot, soft cunt. Facing his head, she rode up 
and down, springing on her folded legs, her eyes closed tightly, her hands 
squeezing and massaging her own jutting titties. 

Ken didn't have to worry about ejaculating as June bounced through an 
orgasm, the ecstasy she was experiencing contorting her features, her inner 
muscles and cuntal lips clutching and pulling at his thrusting tool 
demandingly; nor did he have to worry about getting his gun a little later 
when she shuddered through another release while facing away from his head 
and bouncing and grinding her clasping cunt on his rigid cock. It was at 
that point when he began doing a little worrying about being able to shoot a 
load any time in the near future. 

June dismounted, stretched out beside Ken, and rested in silence for a few 
minutes; while he clasped his hands behind his head and gazed at his 
glistening prick poking toward the ceiling. He wasn't all that tired, but he 
wanted to get June out of the house and he was sure that she wouldn't agree 
to leave as long as he had an erection. 

Thinking it Might help, and also because he had a desire to do so, Ken began 
kissing and tonguing June's shapely compact body again. He started at her 
breasts, taking time out to suck each erect nipple, then went lower, wishing 
that it was his blonde wife's lovely body he was kissing and licking. 

He playfully nipped and tugged at. the curly black hairs with his lips and 
teeth before lifting up over the gaping pleasure gash and going to the warm 
inner thighs. June surprised him by using her own hands and arms and folding 
her legs back until her thighs were touching her titties. Staring at the 
glistening cuntal lips that were parted like the petals of some exotic 
flower, then at the tiny puckered asshole, Ken thought of the word that 
described the act that he knew June wanted him to perform. 

Analingus. It had never entered his mind that he would ever give it a try, 
and the idea had even turned him off while reading the definition he could 
still remember word for word: To lick the anal region, sometimes for one's 
own pleasure, sometimes in order to create sexual excitement in the partner. 

Ken had been caressing June's sleek ass cheeks with his hands. Well, he 
still didn't think he would get any pleasure out of performing that intimate 
oral act, he thought -- and he wasn't interested in creating any more sexual 
excitement in his present partner. Not that he would be doing much more than 
he had already done, he suddenly thought. While they had been embraced in 
the sixty-nine position, his nose had been buried in the crack of her ass. 

"I only have one rule where sex is concerned, Ken. I never do anything I 
really don't want to do." 

Hearing June's words, along with the fact that she lowered her legs, kept 
Ken from experimenting. He knew that she had spoken for his benefit, to let 
him know that she could understand his reason for hesitating, and he 
appreciated her concern. He could at least save that first experience to 
share with Carol, he thought, mashing his mouth against June's hot, juicy 
snatch. 

After lapping and sucking 'June to and through another series of shuddering 
spasms, and enjoying himself very much while so doing, Ken fucked her again. 
On top, her legs wrapped around his waist, he pounded away for at least ten 
minutes, actually concentrating on trying to shoot his wad. 

He knew that June had made it at least two more times when she told him that 
she hated to admit it but that she was getting too tired to continue. He had 
his face beside hers, his fingers gripping her hips. As she spoke, and 
stopped her counter-thrusts, he lifted his chest from her spiked breasts and 
stopped pumping. 

"Let me try going down on you again," she said. "If that doesn't work, I'll 
do to you what you didn't do to me." 

"I thought you never did anything you didn't want to do." 

June laughed. "We could go on talking in circles and using euphemisms, but 
it wouldn't be doing anything about getting your cock to explode. Take it 
out and I'll give you another blow-job and if, you don't make it I'll tongue 
your asshole because I want to." 

The blunt words excited Ken just about as much as the idea that there was 
going to be another sexual first for him. Because, as he withdrew his hard 
organ from June's clinging pussy, he decided that he wouldn't ejaculate 
until the uninhibited woman tongued his ass-hole even if he had to reverse 
his concentration and hold back. 

June only sucked Ken's cock for a few seconds, seemingly just as eager to 
tongue his hole as he was to have her tongue it. When she went down and 
began licking his balls, he didn't have to be told to lift and fold his legs 
back so that she could get at her goal. 

Her fingers caressing his buttocks, she pressed her lips against his anus. 
The sensation was delightful and he gasped as he felt the tip of her tongue 
jabbing and trying to penetrate. He gasped again as an electric-like thrill 
radiated from his tingling anal opening to every part of his body. 

She kept jabbing her hot tongue and he soon felt the stiffened oral 
instrument penetrating at least an inch into his twitching asshole. She 
tongue-fucked him like that until he was sure that he could shoot off just 
as soon as she engulfed his throbbing cock with either her mouth or her 
cunt. 

June seemed to sense Ken's rapidly approaching climax. She suddenly stopped 
the very intimate act, moved quickly, and clamped her mouth over and around 
Ken's swollen cock-head. Sucking furiously and pumping her fist up and down 
on the stiff shaft, June shoved a finger into Ken's saliva-slippery asshole. 

That triggered his explosion and his big cock jerked erratically and sprayed 
June's ton-tonsils with jism. She gulped the hot, thick cream down just as 
fast as it spurted and kept on sucking until she had drained and swallowed 
the very last drop. 

"I've had it," Ken said. "Maybe too damned much." 

June let his limber organ slip from her mouth. "I've had a wonderful time, 
Ken, and I want you to know that I'll be ready any time you are from now 
on." 

Ken didn't say anything. He was suddenly glad that he and Carol were only 
renting the house, because he had the feeling that they would be moving in 
the very near future. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Not wanting to talk to June, mostly because he wasn't in the mood to argue, 
Ken closed his eyes and pretended to go to sleep while she got dressed. By 
the time he heard her go out the front door he was really almost asleep. He 
forced himself to get up and he went to the bedroom without bothering to 
gather up his clothes. He threw himself on the bed and was asleep within 
seconds. 

It was almost dark when Ken next opened his eyes. He had turned over on his 
back in his sleep. He looked down at his limp cock, stretched out over one 
thigh, and knew that it wouldn't be wise to go after Carol. She would expect 
him to want sex after being separated even for such a short time, although 
it did seem like a long time, and four ejaculations in one day with the two 
sexy women had really drained the strength from him. 

He was weary mentally, too, and he didn't even want to think about what the 
future might not hold for him and for his marriage. 

Ken went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He then put a robe on and 
went to the kitchen for a beer. Deciding that he had better eat something, 
he fried some potatoes and a couple of pork chops. He left the dishes and 
went to the living room and turned on the television set. He managed to lose 
himself in the programs, escaping from reality, and he remained flaked out 
on the couch until after midnight. When he went to bed he didn't have all 
that much trouble going to sleep after deciding that he would definitely go 
after his wife the next day. 

The next morning, shortly after ten o'clock, Ken was having a second cup of 
coffee after a breakfast of bacon and eggs when he heard a knock at the back 
door. Virginia and June were standing on the small back porch, both smiling, 
both looking fresh and clean in lightweight summer frocks. 

"We thought we had better have a talk with you before Carol gets home," 
Virginia said. 

Ken was wearing only a robe. "I was just about to get dressed and go after 
her," he said. He forced a smile. "Still hoping. that she wouldn't have to 
know about my activities with you lovely ladies." 

"How kind of you to address us in such a nice manner," June said. "Aren't 
you going to ask us in? It is very important that we get a few things 
settled before you see Carol. 

Ken stepped back and the two women entered. He closed the door and watched 
as they sat down at the table, both on the same side. He walked over and sat 
down opposite the two smiling females, mentally preparing himself for 
whatever they might have to say. 

He asked them if they would like some coffee. June said that she would 
settle for a beer. Virginia said that she would like to have something 
stronger. He told them that there were a couple of bottles of Scotch and 
June said that sounded even better, then added that she was in the mood for 
a party. 

Virginia said, "Maybe you had better have a drink, Ken. You might need one 
when you hear what we have to say." 

Ken got a bottle and three glasses and sat back down when he found out that 
both women also wanted to drink the Scotch straight. He poured himself a 
small shot, then told June and Virginia to help themselves. They did, 
filling their water glasses more than half full and he sensed that they were 
both nervous. 

"All right," he said after he had downed his shot and they had sipped from 
their glasses. "I'm ready to hear what you two have to say, I mean." 

"We made a bet," June said. 

"With Carol," Virginia said. 

"What kind of a bet?" Ken asked, feeling a sudden sinking sensation in the 
pit of his stomach. "What kind of a bet did you sex-nuts make with my wife?" 

"The three of us were talking one day," Virginia said. "Right at this table 
and over coffee. The subject came up about cheating husbands and I said that 
all husbands would cheat if given the chance and one thing just led to 
another and --" 

Virginia let her words trail off and June said, "Carol bet us one hundred 
dollars each that you wouldn't cheat on her, Ken. We said that we didn't 
want to take that much money from her and we finally settled on ten dollars 
each." 

"Isn't it a shame how the darling girl Out all of her trust into something 
that never was and was never meant to be?" Virginia smiled and reached out 
and patted Ken's hand. "Don't worry, honey. We won't collect on the bet if 
you keep on treating us nice. Or is it nicely? Anyway, we don't want to 
break up your marriage. We just want to make it better for you and for 
Carol." 

"Carol really put me on the spot making a bet like that, Ken said. "She 
practically gave you two the go-ahead signal by betting with you like that. 
I feel like hell for letting her down, though. Maybe I could just pay off 
the bets and keep her out of it." 

"We aren't interested in the money," June said, pouring Ken another drink. 
"Virginia and I have been trying to figure out some way to make it with you 
ever since you moved into this house. We knew very quickly that Carol 
probably wouldn't go for what we had in mind, but we did think we might get 
you to -- " 

June stopped talking and looked at Virginia. "Don't blow your stack when you 
find out the truth," Virginia said. "We tried to get Floyd and George to 
bring up the subject with you, but they didn't have the guts." 

"You mentioned swapping yesterday," June said. "I didn't have the nerve to 
tell you the truth, Ken." 

"The four of us watched some of those sex films together," Virginia said. 
"The first time we didn't switch around. Floyd stayed with me and George 
remained with June, I mean. But the second time, and I still can't remember 
who really started it, George and I had sex and Floyd and June made it 
together." 

"It was just kind of spontaneous," June said. "The four of us, got hot as 
hell, but I think we all had something like that in mind even before it 
happened." 

"I know I did," Virginia said. "I'll admit it, I mean, and I've never been 
sorry." 

"Nor have I," June said. "Our husbands are very well satisfied with the 
arrangement, too." 

Ken had downed his drink. Virginia poured him another, but he didn't pick up 
the glass. "As I think I told June yesterday, I wouldn't swap and I wouldn't 
live with Carol if she wanted to do such a thing." 

"Then you think that just because Carol is your wife you own her as you 
would any other property?" June asked. 

"Don't come on with that crap," Ken said. "I don't want to own anybody. I 
just don't happen to want to share the girl I love and I'm married to with 
your husbands or with any other man." 

"I'm afraid that we're wasting our time talking to you," Virginia said. "I 
guess you just aren't cut out to be a swinger, Ken." The redhead put her arm 
around June. "Well, we taught him a few new ways to please his lovely young 
wife, honey. Carol will appreciate that, I'm sure." 

"If he has enough sense to let himself go with her," June said. 

Both pairs of eyes were on Ken's face. Virginia's arm had slipped under 
June's arm and her hand was cupping June's breast. 

"Floyd and George stayed at their friend's fishing camp last night," 
Virginia said. "I imagine that they have females there and if they did we'll 
hear all the exciting details." 

"I stayed with Virginia last night," June said. "We slept together." 

"In the nude," Virginia said. "Naked, and in each other's arms." 

"We didn't sleep all of the time," June "We did all kinds of wonderful 
things to and with each other and it wasn't the first time." 

"We're bisexual," Virginia said, matter-of-factly. "Some call it 
plurisexual, but it means simply that we are quite able and willing to 
engage in heterosexual activities, as you can testify, and our excursions 
into lesbianism wouldn't even be considered deviated in some quarters." 

The two women turned their faces toward each other and put their parted lips 
close together. Their tongues met, the pink tips touching, darting together, 
and Ken felt his cock lifting into an erection. Their mouths open, Virginia 
and June took turns licking each other's glistening lips, Virginia's fingers 
squeezing June's breast, one of June's hands going to the redhead's big 
boobies. 

They pulled apart without actually kissing and both looked at Ken. He lifted 
his glass and downed his drink, wondering why the sight had made him so 
sexy-hot. 

"How about Floyd and George? Do they know about your homophilic desires and 
activities?" 

Virginia smiled. "You shouldn't try to pry into the secret lives of married 
people," she said, teasingly. 

"You're sure as hell messing around with my married life," he said, 
wondering if one or both of the women had made a pass at Carol. He wouldn't 
even ask any questions along those lines, he thought. It wasn't that he was 
afraid of what the answer might be, either. If they had made advances toward 
his wife he would have heard about it from her. And the two women would 
probably have bruises to show for their insulting behavior. 

"Our husbands find it very stimulating to watch," June said. "We can just 
put on an exhibition when they're temporarily pooped and they're soon ready 
and able to go again." 

"Most men find such scenes very stimulating," Virginia said. "I will put 
your mind at ease and tell you that Carol doesn't know about any of this." 

"We doubt that she has such tendencies," June said. "Besides, we have no 
wish to convert anybody to our ways of having pleasure." 

"That's a crock of shit," Ken said. "You're trying to get me to agree to 
swap, aren't you?" 

"That's different," June said. "I meant that we don't try to get other 
females to switch over to gay sex." 

"We looked upon you as fair game," Virginia said standing. "You have had sex 
with both of us, so that seems to prove that we didn't make a mistake. It's 
up to you as to whether or not you want to keep on getting your sex kicks 
with us. Meaning, of course, that this will be the last time unless you 
change your mind and convince your wife that she should swap." 

June also got to her feet. "Carol loves you enough to do anything you want 
her to do, Ken. Think it over carefully before you turn us down. Just let it 
ride for a few days while you're thinking about the great times we could 
have and -- " 

"Get the hell out of here," Ken cut in, not even raising his voice. "I'll 
never change my mind, but I might lose my temper, so you had better leave 
before I start kicking some lovely asses." 

"We aren't going to make it that easy for you," Virginia said. "We're going 
to go to the bedroom, strip off our clothes, and give you about sixty 
seconds in which to follow." The redhead laughed. "Hell, we'll give you all 
of two minutes to join ,us before we start the action! Come on, June. My 
tongue's getting stiff just thinking about putting it where Ken has already 
put his!" 

Virginia had taken June's hand. "Don't be angry," the smaller woman told 
Ken. "To round out your education in the ways of sex I think you owe it to 
yourself to at least watch, don't you?" 

"Bring the bottle and drink while watching the show," Virginia said, 
smiling. "You. can hold the bottle in one hand while you're holding your 
hard cock in the other." 

"Fuck you," Ken said. "Fuck you both!" 

"I hope so," Virginia said. "Along with the other more intimate acts, of 
course. Right, June?" 

"Right," June said, winking at Ken. "Wouldn't you like to make the threesome 
scene, honey? If you're going to continue with the square monogamy nonsense, 
this might be the last chance you will ever have." 

June and Virginia left without another word. Ken didn't watch them go.. He 
stared at his empty glass for a few seconds, then took a slug of Scotch 
directly from the bottle. He didn't debate with himself as to his next move. 
He knew what he was going to do. He took another drink from the bottle, 
stood up, and headed for the bedroom, leaving the bottle on the table. He 
didn't want to deaden his senses with too much liquor. It probably would be 
the last chance for him to observe a live exhibition of lesbianism -- and he 
knew himself well enough to know that at some point he would turn it into a 
threesome. 

Ken's hard cock was poking his robe out so far he had the crazy thought that 
the thrusting organ was leading him. He paused in the bedroom doorway, then 
entered and sat down on a straight-back chair where he had a perfect view of 
the bed. Virginia and June had stripped down to their brief panties. They 
didn't look at him, but Ken knew that they sensed his presence. 

The two women were standing beside the bed, facing each other, and each one 
slowly peeled her panties down and off. Straightening, still not looking at 
Ken, they stepped forward and clasped each other in a tight embrace. The 
taller redhead had to bend her head to mash her open mouth against the 
dark-haired woman's parted lips. 

Ken could easily tell that June and Virginia were lashing their tongues 
together while kissing passionately. Their fingers were clutching at each 
other's firm ass-cheeks and June was standing on her toes, while Virginia 
crouched slightly, which caused the coal black bush and the dark reddish 
bush to press together and mingle. 

The naked women didn't kiss and clutch at each other very long, though, 
before getting on the bed. Virginia got on her back. June straddled the 
larger woman and began sucking on one of the big breasts. Virginia used her 
own hands to lift the other big mound, bent her head forward, and sucked on 
the nipple and part of the surrounding flesh. 

When June lifted her mouth and started kissing and tonguing down along 
Virginia's belly, Virginia stopped sucking on her own tit and used her hands 
to fondle both spiked mounds. Moving lower on the bed, June went out around 
Virginia's crotch with her licking tongue and Virginia parted her long legs. 

June licked one of Virginia's inner thighs all the way down to one knee, 
then traced a wet path up along the other inner thigh. June used her fingers 
to part Virginia's curly pubic hairs and Virginia lifted her ass inches from 
the mattress. Virginia also let out a little gasp when June's tongue licked 
up and down her cuntal lips. 

Virginia dropped her buttocks back down on the mattress when June burrowed 
her face and began performing cunnilingus. Ken could only see June's bobbing 
head, and her fingers clutching at Virginia's squirming ass, but he could 
easily imagine the lapping tongue and greedily sucking lips working on the 
elongated clit he had orally enjoyed the day before. 

When Virginia tapped June on the head with the fingers of one hand, Ken was 
sure that the redhead hadn't climaxed. But June lifted her head and moved on 
her hands and knees until she could press her wet lips to Virginia's open 
mouth. 

Virginia soon broke the feverish kiss and rolled June over on her back. She 
feasted upon the smaller female's poking titties while running her hands all 
over the squirming, compact body. She even inserted a finger into June's 
cunt while moving lower and lapping the flat of her tongue around over 
June's belly. 

The redhead moved lower on the bed and pulled her frigging finger from 
June's pussy. She then got down between June's widely parted legs and poked 
one of her big titties against the dark hairy crotch. She used both hands to 
rub the mound of hard-tipped flesh up and down June's pussy lips. Ken 
figured that the stiff nipple was making contact with the smaller woman's 
equally stiffened passion-button. 

June began wriggling her ass and hunching, but Virginia pulled her tit out 
and popped the wet spiked tip into her own sucking mouth. After sucking and 
licking June's secretions from her own breast, Virginia went down and licked 
June's cuntal lips a few times, then got on her back beside June. 

Lifting, June got on top of Virginia and pressed her twat down against the 
redhead's cunt. They began squirming, grinding, going through all the 
motions of man-woman fucking. June gripped Virginia's racing hips with her 
fingers and Virginia's fingers grasped and squeezed June's writhing ass. 

But again they soon stopped and Ken was sure that neither one of them had 
actually had an orgasm. Their cunts were undoubtedly very juicy from their 
heated activities, but it was obvious that they hadn't yet experienced the 
final melting moments of ecstasy. 

June lifted, twisted around, and buried her face in Virginia's crotch. 
Virginia grabbed June's buttocks and pulled the smaller female's crotch to 
her face. They rolled over on their sides, thighs clamped against. each 
other's heads, their fingers clutching each other's hunching asses, and Ken 
knew that they had stopped stalling. He figured that both hot-ass bisexual 
wives had even temporarily forgotten all about him and his stiff cock while 
losing themselves in lesbian lust. 

Watching the two shapely females going at each other like crazy, Ken had 
scooted his ass out to the very edge of the chair seat. His robe had parted 
down the front and his big hard cock was jutting straight out. It was as if 
he hadn't emptied his balls four times the day before. That fact did enable 
him to keep from giving way to the urge to jump up and hurl himself upon the 
lovely women locked in what he knew was called the classic lesbian embrace. 

Not a word had been spoken. There had only been soft little gasps and moans, 
the slap-slap of flesh against flesh, and the slurping sounds of lapping 
tongues and sucking mouths. Neither June nor Virginia had even looked his 
way while making their various shifting movements. While he watched them 
both tense, then shudder through orgasms, he wished that he had the 
willpower to order them out of the house. He didn't know just how he was 
going to get out of the entire messy situation, but he did know that he 
would be up the well-known creek if Carol happened to come home and the 
naked females were with him. 

Seeing June and Virginia pulling their heads from between each other's legs, 
Ken settled back in the chair, but he didn't try to cover his throbbing 
erection. He figured that the two women needed some time to recover, and he 
was determined not to join them without being invited. 

June soon lifted and twisted back around. She and Virginia kissed briefly, 
then both sat up and leaned their backs against the bed's headboard. They 
both looked toward Ken at the same time and they both smiled brightly. 

"I can see that you enjoyed the exhibition," Virginia said, running her 
thumbs over her nipples. 

"I had a hard-on before I came in here," Ken said. "But, yes, I'll admit 
that I found your show very exciting and stimulating." 

"You aren't disgusted?" June asked. 

"No. Why should I be? I don't understand it, but it isn't any of my business 
and if I felt any disgust I doubt that I would be sitting here with an 
erection." 

"Most men wouldn't be able to sit there like that under these 
circumstances," Virginia said. "Not now, and not while we were putting on 
our little show." 

"I don't claim to be like most men," Ken said. "Or like what you seem to 
think most husbands are like, rather. I'm still upset about cheating on my 
wife, I mean, but I would leave her if she agreed to have sex with Floyd and 
George." 

"You're a very selfish man," June said. "What if George and Floyd felt the 
same way about you having sex with us?" 

"That's their problem," Ken said. "If they're stupid enough to let their 
wives sex it up with another man just on the chance that they might get a 
crack at that man's wife, then I can only feel sorry for them -- along with 
a degree of disgust. Yes, I am selfish where my wife is concerned and if you 
don't like it you're free to haul your lovely asses out of here right now." 

Virginia laughed. "If we did, what would you do, honey? Beat your meat?" 

"It wouldn't be the first time," Ken said. "It wouldn't be the first time I 
let a hard-on go down without doing anything about it, either." 

"Well, we don't want that hard-on wasted," June said. "Bring the big thing 
over here and see just how much fun a threesome can be." 

"And remember that if you don't go along with our wishes it will be the last 
time you have the chance," Virginia said. 

Ken got to his feet and slipped out of the robe. "I think I have enough 
willpower to wait for my wife," he said, not sure that he was telling the 
truth. "So, as I think you sex-nuts want me just about as much as I want 
you, I'm going to make one condition. Promise that you won't tell Carol 
about any of this or I'm going to get dressed and go after her right now." 

"You can't do that," June said. 

"June means that at the moment we're willing to promise just about 
anything," Virginia said. "So, now that you have won, will you please shut 
up and bring your big, hard cock over here !" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Ken wasn't really satisfied with the answer, as it didn't sound like a 
sincere promise, but he knew that he couldn't really trust the swapping, 
bisexual wives no matter what they said. His big cock thrusting stiffly, 
both women staring greedily at the slightly swaying organ, he walked around 
to the foot of the bed. 

June and Virginia scooted down until they were on their backs, their legs, 
parted invitingly, and Ken chuckled and said that he didn't want to make any 
enemy by having to make a choice. 

"That's no problem," Virginia said. "Just crawl up here between us and leave 
everything to us." 

"We aren't jealous," June said. "That's another nice thing about swapping. 
It teaches one to get pleasure out of sharing. I enjoy watching George 
having sex with Virginia because I love him and want him to have all the 
pleasure possible." 

"Let's stop coming on with the hard sell," Virginia told June. "Let's just 
show Ken what he will be giving up since he has decided not to become a 
swapper." 

The women had moved just enough for Ken to squeeze in between their warm 
naked bodies and get on his back. They turned on their sides and began 
running their hands over his chest and stomach. Each one began tonguing a 
nipple and both nubs jumped to attention. When they started sucking the 
stiffly extended tips and the surrounding area he closed his eyes and gave 
himself over to the delightful sensations. 

His nipples were very sensitive when stimulated in such a manner, but he had 
never been able to get Carol to do it for any length of time. She seemed 
embarrassed when doing anything other than man-on-top fucking, actually -- 
and he had failed her just as, much as she had failed him, Ken suddenly 
thought. He should have told her what he wanted, and also asked questions 
and found out what she wanted -- 

Ken's thought drifted away from his wife at that point. June had trailed 
down and was licking up and down on his poking cock. Virginia rubbed her 
fingers across the tingling nipple June had just left, and pressed her mouth 
to his lips. He accepted the redhead's slippery tongue and met it with his 
own. While he was kissing and lashing tongues with Virginia, June took his 
blood-engorged cockhead into her hot mouth. 

Having his cock sucked by one female while passionately kissing another one 
really turned Ken on. Virginia broke the tongue-lashing kiss and licked her 
way down along his almost hair-less upper body. June had started sucking up 
and down on more than half of his rigid shaft, but she removed her greedy 
mouth and began licking his balls when Virginia began licking the base of 
his thick cock. 

Ken had opened his eyes by then. He watched and enjoyed himself tremendously 
as June and Virginia paid oral homage to his jutting cock and heavy balls. 
They soon had his entire genital area soaked with saliva. Even his sandy 
pubic hairs were plastered and matted together. He moved his legs and ass 
helpfully as the two women gave his lower body a tongue-bath. They went all 
the way down to his knees and back to his crotch again and again, stopping 
to dart their tongues together now and then, often both kissing and licking 
up along his thrusting tool at the same time. 

Finally, when Virginia took his swollen cock-head into her mouth, June 
looked up and met Ken's eyes. "It's more fun with two females, isn't it?" 

"It might be if you both didn't just hang around down there together all the 
time." 

June moved higher on the bed and straddled Ken, a knee on each side of his 
chest, and tugged a pillow until it was under his head. He used his thumbs 
to part the dark hairs back from the glistening gash. He licked up through 
the slippery slit and she hunched closer. Slipping his hands to her rounded 
hips, he began probing her twitching twat with his tongue. 

At about the same time he began lapping June's stiffened clitoris, Virginia 
stopped sucking his cock. But the readhead soon lowered her cunt and impaled 
herself on his thrusting prick. He enjoyed himself to the utmost. He was in 
no danger of ejaculating and he tried to time it so that two writhing 
females would have an orgasm at the same time. 

When he heard June start making little whimpering sounds, and felt Virginia 
grinding and pumping on his rigid tool faster, he began sucking June's 
elongated passion-button. The two women did spasm at about the same time and 
they collapsed simultaneously. 

Ken decided shortly afterward that it was a good thing that he was fresh as 
well as comparatively strong. Because seconds after their orgasms, June and 
Virgina exchanged places. He enjoyed the way June's cunt rode up and down on 
his poking pole; and he got as much pleasure out of tonguing Virginia's 
juicy snatch as he had June's slightly tighter twat. The fact that he had so 
recently had his hard cock in the soft, wet cunt-flesh didn't bother him. He 
couldn't detect a different taste and it wasn't as if Floyd or George had 
fucked either one of the hot-ass wives all that recently. 

Again June and Virginia climaxed at about the same time, and he sucked the 
redhead's slightly longer clit until she stopped squirming. Both women 
flaked out beside him, one on each side, and his wet cock was still 
thrusting proudly. Right at the last he could have shot his wad, but he had 
felt that it would be better to delay his own climax as long as possible. He 
wanted to do his best to satisfy the passionate females, but he also wanted 
to conserve as much of his strength as he possibly could. 

"That was great," June said after she had caught her breath. "I guess this 
is the first time you have ever been with two women at the same time, Ken." 

"It is," Ken said, figuring that June had spoken mostly to have something to 
say. "And, as we agreed before, it will also be the last time." 

"You're a very stubborn stud," Virginia said. "If we weren't such basically 
kindhearted gals we would fix your ass with your lovely wife just out of 
spite." 

"But we are going to take the turndown like good sports, aren't we, 
Virginia?" 

"Sure, honey. We're going to keep on showing the stubborn, heavy-hung stud a 
good time for a while and then go home and forget all about him and his big 
cock. No corn-holing today, though, Ken. About once or twice a week is 
enough for a big joystick like that to go in the back door." 

Virginia and June had turned over on their sides again, their warm and 
smooth bodies pressed tightly against Ken, their fingers lightly caressing 
his chest and erect nipples. His arms were close to his sides, but he 
managed to turn his hands enough to pluck at each thick and silky-soft bush 
with his fingers. 

They tongued and sucked on his nipples, causing the thrilling little 
electric-like shock waves to ripple down to his cock and balls again. He 
finally told them that if they didn't want his jism to spurt out into the 
air, they had better catch it with a mouth or a cunt. He wasn't really all 
that close to shooting off, but he was eager to start the joyful dash. 

Virginia said that she would go down on June while being pronged by Ken from 
the rear. While the three of them were getting into that position, the 
redhead again cautioned Ken not to plug her bunghole. Staring at Virginia's 
uplifted buttocks, Ken was kind of glad that she didn't want to be 
sodomized. The dark tunnel was too hot and tight in his opinion, and he 
would much rather fuck a pussy with a different type of heat and clinging 
tightness. 

He waited until Virginia had started performing cunnilingus upon June, then 
guided his hard cockhead between Virginia's gaping cuntal lips. He put his 
hands on her hips and shoved his turgid prick on into the hot and tight and 
juicy cunt, balls deep, and left .it buried until she began hunching. 

He began thrusting, trying to time his strokes in harmony with Virginia's 
bobbing head as well as matching. the tempo of her counter-movements. just 
to be safe, as he also wanted to give June another good pronging before 
dumping his first load of the day, he concentrated upon holding back. He 
didn't think he would get one of his real long-lasting erections, as he had 
with both women before, until he later started on a second climax -- and he 
was fairly certain that the two neighbor wives wouldn't be satisfied to 
leave after he had had only one ejaculation. 

Ken got a big bang out of looking at June's passion-contorted features while 
humping Virginia. Being with two women at the same time was a special thrill 
and he knew that he would never forget the exciting experience. He still 
felt that he would be satisfied with his wife if everything worked out, 
though, and he wouldn't regret living the life of monogamy the swappers 
scorned. 

June suddenly cried out that she was Cumming and began bucking and lurching 
wildly. She had already been clutching at Virginia's head while moving along 
with the redhead's lavish worship. Now Ken could see her fingernails digging 
into Virginia's bobbing scalp and he knew that Virginia was lapping and 
sucking greedily. He also knew that Virginia was climaxing. He pushed deep 
into the clasping, spasming cunt and held there, gritting his teeth to keep 
from blending his own passion with the releasing juices as Virginia bucked 
and lurched back against him and his throbbing cock. 

When June sagged limply and removed her clutching fingers from Virginia's 
hair, Virginia stopped hunching her ass, lifted her face, and rested a cheek 
on one of June's rounded thighs. Under control, Ken left his hard cock 
deeply embedded and waited to find out what the wanton wives wanted to do 
next. 

"You didn't make it, did you, Ken?" June asked a few seconds later. 

"No, he didn't," Virginia said, lifting her head. "His big cock is still 
hard and ready for your sweet pussy, honey. I think I'll let you have his 
load and then we'll show him how we keep from wasting a drop of the tasty 
cream." 

"Wonderful," June said. "Do you realize, Ken, that you still haven't fucked 
me all the way to a spurting finish?" 

"He only fucked me all the way to his ejaculation in my asshole." Virginia 
said. "Oh, well, maybe I'll get the next load in my twat." 

Ken had withdrawn and settled back on his haunches. He had an idea as to how 
the lustful women meant to keep from wasting any of his semen, and it was 
somewhat distasteful to him, but he had reached the point where he didn't 
give a damn what they did. They didn't mean anything except temporary 
sex-partners to him and he knew that absolutely nothing they might do or say 
would come as a surprise. 

As soon as Virginia was out of the way, Ken moved in between June's eagerly 
parted legs and let her guide his wet lust-stiffened cock. He shoved all the 
way in the smaller female's tight, quivering twat and remained braced on his 
hands and arms. She told him to let her do the work. He did, and she began 
rolling her hips. He felt Virginia get behind him and begin kissing and 
licking around over his buttocks. 

Ken gasped when Virginia used her fingers to spread the cheeks of his ass, 
then licked up through the crack. June told him to start fucking her slow 
and easy so that he wouldn't dislodge Virginia. Again he obeyed, keeping his 
upper body lifted, watching as June began playing with her own hard-nippled 
breasts. He gasped again when Virginia's hot and wet tongue zeroed in on his 
anus. 

Soon Ken was well on the way toward a spurting finish. With June's inner 
cunt muscles clamping down on his slowly pistoning prick, and with Virginia 
managing to keep her jabbing tongue penetrating into his tingling asshole, 
he briefly and dimly wondered how he had lasted two or three minutes. 

"Let it fly, Ken! Slam your big cock to me and I'll cum with you!" 

He began slamming the meat to her even as June spoke the loud words. His 
movements were swift and erratic. He was vividly aware of Virginia hanging 
onto his humping ass and jabbing her tongue. He kept his chest lifted and 
June hunched right along with him, just as erratically, and his jerky 
pumping did send her into an orgasm. 

As June tensed, gripped in the throes of her climax, Ken's cock jerked 
spasmodically and shot out gobs and gobs of hot semen. Seconds after his 
balls were drained and June stopped her movements, Virginia was slapping him 
on the ass and telling him to get out of the way. 

Ken did withdraw his rapidly softening cock as fast as he could, then 
quickly swung from between June's legs. Virginia immediately buried her face 
in June's dark crotch and mashed her open mouth against June's sloppy 
snatch. The smaller woman raced her hips in harmony with Virginia's bobbing 
head and motioned for Ken to move higher on the bed. He walked on his hands 
and knees and let her clean his organ with her tongue and mouth. But, when 
she started sucking his limp prick, he pulled it from between her lips and 
flopped over on his back. 

He did lift his head long enough to watch until Virginia stopped going down 
on June. When the larger woman swung from between June's legs and the bed, 
saying that she needed a drink, he dropped his head to the mattress and 
closed his eyes. 

"I think I'll have a drink, too," June said. "Do you want me to bring the 
bottle?" 

"Not for me," Ken said, not opening his eyes. 

He was drowsy, from the sex and the drinks he had already had, and when he 
felt June leave the bed he wished that both swapping wives would get dressed 
and leave. He was getting very tired of them. Maybe he could make the sex 
scene with them just about any time -- he could -- but aside from the. sex 
they were really quite boring. Maybe if he just took a little nap they would 
be gone when he woke up. Or, better yet, he might wake up and discover that 
he had been dreaming for the last couple of days 

"Doesn't he look peaceful stretched out like that?" 

"Dreamy, really, and very cute." 

Virginia had asked the question and June had answered. Ken wondered how long 
he had been sleeping. He tried to move, couldn't, and opened his eyes. 
Virginia was standing on one side of the bed and June the other. They were 
still naked. He was also still naked and he couldn't move because he was 
tied to the bed. 

What he knew were neckties went from the bedsprings on each side, and other 
neckties were running from his ankles to the short corner posts at the foot 
of the bed. He glared at the smiling females, each in turn, telling himself 
to take it easy or he would never get out of the stupid predicament. 

"Now that you lovely girls have had your little joke you can free me," he 
said, forcing a smile. 

"Did you hear that, June? He called us lovely girls." 

"That was very nice of him, Virginia. It's too bad that he didn't sweet-talk 
us before we tied him up." 

Ken strained against his bonds. The nutty women had done a damned good job, 
he thought. There he was, spread-eagled on his own bed, tied hand and foot. 
He had never felt more helpless in his life. 

"You must have a reason for this foolishness," he said, watching as June 
walked around the foot of the bed and stood beside Virginia. 

Virginia put an arm around June's small waist. "We just thought we would let 
you know that we don't appreciate being rejected. Right, June?" 

"Yes," June said. "You hurt our feelings, Ken, and --" 

"I didn't reject you," Ken cut in. "Hell, we've been fucking and sucking and 
every other damn thing, so how could you feel rejected?" 

"You spoiled our plan," Virginia said. "We wanted to start a swapping club. 
You and Carol were supposed to be the third couple and we were going on from 
there." 

"You can just skip us, damn it! You can find other couples. They even run 
ads in magazines for swingers and swappers." 

"We wanted you and Carol," June said. "We still do. We thought we might be 
able to convince you in some way while we have you helpless." 

"How long did I sleep?" Ken asked, curious, but mostly stalling for time 
while he tried to figure out what to do. He could always promise to go along 
with their wishes and then tell them to go to hell afterward. But he had 
always been a man of his word -- and he didn't want to give them the 
satisfaction of even lying and pretending to go along with the swapping 
stuff. 

"Fifteen minutes," Virginia said. "Maybe twenty. Long enough for us to get 
the top hand, anyway, and it looks as if the next move is up to you." 

"I guess I'll just have to be patient," he said. "It isn't as if you can 
keep me here forever, you know." 

"We could leave you here and let your lovely young wife find you like that," 
June said. "Couldn't we, Virginia?" 

"I think that's what we will do," Virginia said. 

"That would be a dirty damn trick!" 

"The poor dear naked man has a soft cock," Virginia said. "Do you think we 
should see if our stubborn friend is too frustrated to get a hard-on, June?" 

Virginia playfully patted June's ass and the dark-haired woman climbed on 
the bed and got on her knees between Ken's widely spread legs. She didn't 
touch him, though, and Virginia sat down on the side of the bed. 

"I could do a lot better if you untied me," Ken said, again forcing a smile. 
"Why don't we have another threesome?" 

"We could do that even with you restrained," June said, her eyes on his limp 
penis. "We have something else in mind, honey. We're going to get you so 
damned sexy-hot that you'll either meet our terms or have such a stone-ache 
you won't be able to walk when you are freed." 

Virginia had reached over and was tweaking Ken's nearest nipple. That 
sensitive nub was already erect. June leaned over, still not touching him, 
and blew her warm breath on the head of his cock. That sensitive organ began 
lifting into an erection without being physically touched. 

As his big cock lifted and lengthened, June raised her parted lips, still 
expelling her warm breath in gentle little puffs. By the time his organ was 
poking straight up, her lips still hadn't made contact with the 
blood-engorged flesh and muscle. 

"I guess that is what would be called literally giving a blow-job," Virginia 
said, laughing and sliding her fingers over to Ken's other nipple. "How. do 
you know that your darling wife wouldn't want to swap, Ken? How do you know 
that she wouldn't like to give the gay pleasures a try? Could you swear that 
Carol hasn't had secret desires along those lines?" 

"Why don't you just wait and ask her those questions? Hell, I couldn't swear 
to anything. Why don't you free me now and let me talk to her when she comes 
home? I'll tell her the score and leave everything up to her." 

June straightened and settled back on her haunches. "If Carol agrees to go 
along with the swapping, will you make it unanimous?" 

Ken met June's glowing, dark eyes. He didn't owe the bitches the truth, he 
thought. He didn't owe them a damn thing, really, and he might as well try 
and lie himself out of the humiliating situation. 

"I'll go along with whatever Carol wants to do," he said. "In fact, I'll 
even recommend that we join you folks and build a big swapping club. We 
could get ten, fifteen, maybe twenty couples. How does that sound?" 

"Great," June said. "You won't be sorry, Ken. We can have swinging parties 
two or three times a week. Should we free him now, Virginia?" 

The redhead had removed her fingers from Ken's stiffened nipple. She slapped 
him lightly on the side of the face. "I'm not sure that we can trust the 
handsome stud, June. I think he's just lying to try and wiggle out of the 
spot he's in. Isn't that right, Ken-baby?" 

"Of course not," Ken said. "You don't really think much of yourself, do you? 
Otherwise, you wouldn't think that I could give you lovely girls up so 
easily." 

"I wish we could believe you," Virginia said. "I would really like to see 
Floyd putting the blocks to Carol. George, too. They could give her a 
double-fuck that would make her flip right out of her skull. It would be 
exciting to see her sweet lips curved around a hard cock. I'll bet that she 
would taste just as sweet as she looks. Wouldn't you like to slip your 
tongue into Carol's twat, June? Maybe she will learn to like pussy if she 
and Ken start swapping and --" 

"I've heard enough, damn you! Just shut your fucking mouth! You're both 
bitches and Carol's a lady and so far out of your class it's --" 

Ken let his loud words trail off when Virginia started laughing. He knew 
that she had baited him into losing his cool, had even known what she was 
doing while she had been saying the hateful words, but he just hadn't been 
able to keep quiet. 

"See, honey," Virginia told June. "We'll never be able to change the 
stubborn stud's mind about anything." 

June said, "You shouldn't try and fool us like that, Ken. What do you think 
Carol would do if she came home and found you spread-eagled on the bed like 
that?" 

"I wouldn't blame her very much if she divorced me," Ken said. "I guess it 
would serve me right for letting my hard cock get me into such a lousy fix." 

"The poor dear's feeling sorry for himself," Virginia said. "Are you hungry, 
Ken? For something other than pussy, I mean, as I think we're going to cut 
out all of the sex-fun. Why should we give you any more breaks?" 

"How the hell can I eat food with my hands tied?" 

"I'll give you a break and feed you," Virginia said. "I've never been a 
mother, but I have all the motherly instincts." 

"You wouldn't make a pimple on a mother's ass!" 

The redhead glared. "Just for being such a wise-ass jerk, I'm going to 
change things, Ken-baby. We're going to work you over and leave you too 
pooped to fuck the darling wife with the gold-plated pussy. It must be 
gold-plated since you seem to think it's so precious." 

"Should we tell, him now, Virginia?" 

"Tell me what?" Ken asked. 

"Don't tell him a damn thing, June. Just take a turn on his huge joystick 
and start getting used to the idea that this will probably be the last 
chance you will ever have." 

June leaned over, grabbed the thick base of Ken's poking tool with the 
fingers of one hand and laved the blunt end with the flat of her tongue. "I 
wish you would at least delay your final decision until after you have 
talked to Carol, Ken. There is the possibility that she might fool us all 
and go for the idea without any pressure from you." 

"Let's cut the gab," Virginia said. "We don't have all that much time left." 

Ken wondered what Virginia meant, but he didn't have a chance to even give 
it much thought. June opened her mouth wide and engulfed his swollen 
cockhead and started twirling her tongue while sucking. She began taking 
more and more of the shaft and was soon taking the glans deep in her throat. 

Virginia moved down between Ken's legs, snuggled in beside June, and began 
licking Ken's testicles. Remembering the words about working him over and 
leaving him pooped for Carol, Ken immediately began concentrating on not 
climaxing. 

He knew that no male was any match for any healthy and sexy female, and, 
with the two hot-asses, he was beaten before he started, but he did want to 
make a good showing. The longer he could last, the better off he would be in 
the long run, because they were just nutty enough to work the hell out of 
his cock even when it was limp and soft. 

June sucked until her jaws got tired, then Virginia took over. Ken didn't 
have much trouble holding back while June performed fellatio, and, just as 
he was beginning to lose control under Virginia's greedy mouth, she stopped 
to rest. 

Saying that she wanted to take a ride, June squatted over Ken's thrusting, 
saliva-coated cock with her back to his face. The short period of time it 
took to make the shift still enabled Ken to get himself under control. He 
lifted his head enough to watch his cock go spearing up into June's tight 
twat. 

While June was slowly lifting up and down, Virginia got down and put her 
mouth and tongue into action. She licked the shaft of Ken's cock when June 
was on the upstroke and he could even feel her tongue darting against and 
probing around June's clinging cuntal lips. 

It didn't take long for June to bounce through a spasmodic release. Again 
Ken managed to hold back and keep his passion under control, but he knew 
that he was fighting a losing battle. Another thirty seconds and his 
throbbing cock would have exploded. 

He got a chance to get a grip on himself while June was moving off and away 
and Virginia was getting into position to fuck herself on his glistening 
rod. She settled down in the same manner, her back and buttocks toward his 
face, and he again watched his cock disappear into hot and clasping 
cunt-flesh. 

Virginia began slowly bouncing up and down, burying his pulsing shaft balls 
deep on the downward movement, leaving only the head embedded when she 
lifted and pushed herself upward. June got down and licked his hard shaft 
when it was exposed, and he also felt June's tongue licking and probing 
around Virginia's clinging pussy lips. 

Ken was just about to start the dash toward a climax when Virginia spasmed. 
He was left hanging when she lifted and flaked out beside June between his 
widely spread legs. Balanced right on the brink, he lifted his ass inches 
from the mattress in a series of little hunching movements, knowing that 
just a simple touch would give him a much-needed ejaculation. 

Virginia laughed as Ken kept thrusting his wet throbbing cock in the air. 
"Maybe we should leave him just like that, June. That should be suitable 
punishment for rejecting us." 

Ken had settled his buttocks back down onto the mattress, his cock making 
little jerky movements. He knew that just in a matter of seconds his semen 
would be shooting into the air. June moved quickly and without a word and 
Ken moaned with pleasure as her lips clamped down over the blunt end of his 
jerking cock. 

June was just in time. Because the churning sperm gushed out in jet after 
jet, spraying and splattering against the roof of the greedily sucking 
woman's mouth. She gulped and swallowed as if she were drinking from a 
spouting fountain. 

"Save some for me, honey!" 

Even while almost shouting the words, Virginia was pushing June's clinging 
lips from Ken's gushing cockhead. The redhead clamped her lips over the slit 
and she didn't lose a drop. She sucked and swallowed until she, had drained 
all of the cream and his cock was completely limp. 

"That's it," Ken said, watching as June and Virginia mashed their wet mouths 
together in a passionate kiss. "I've tried to be patient and --" 

He let his words trail off as the women broke the kiss and looked at him, 
smiles on their faces. Threats had failed before, as had lies, and he didn't 
know what the hell to say. He was at their mercy, really, and he couldn't 
very well kick their asses after they did decide to free him. 

He was surprised when the two naked women got off the bed and silently began 
to gather up their clothes. Watching as they got dressed, still in silence, 
he figured that they were afraid to set him free before they were ready to 
haul-ass: He wondered if he should tell them that he wouldn't do them any 
harm and decided against it. The words might backfire, make them think he 
really meant to kick their asses at the first opportunity. 

When they were dressed and standing beside the bed, he told them that they 
would probably have to get a knife to free him. 

"I've tugged so much that you'll never be able to untie the knots. He forced 
a smile. "I won't charge you for ruining my neckties. I don't like to wear 
the damn things, anyway." 

"Carol can use a knife to set you free," Virginia said. "Or to cut your 
throat!" 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Virginia called your wife this morning before we came," June said. "She 
told Carol to come home and see how much fun you've been having." 

"Carol said that she would take the first afternoon bus," Virginia said. 
"Securing you to the bed was a spur-of-the-moment idea, but it will sure as 
hell be proof that you are no longer a true-blue husband." 

Ken had been staring, a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. God, 
but he was in one hell of a fix! He glared at the two women and knew that it 
was a good thing that he couldn't get his hands on them right at that 
moment. He wondered if begging would do any good. He had tried everything 
else. It went against the grain, but he would do just about anything to keep 
from being caught by Carol in the embarrassing position he was in. 

"Would it do any good to beg?" he asked. "Which I'm doing, of course. I'll 
even promise on my word of honor that I will talk to Carol, tell her 
everything that has happened, and leave it up to her whether or not we 
become swappers." 

"He sounds sincere," June said. "Maybe we should take a chance and give him 
a break, Virginia." 

"Just one question," Virginia said. "Will you promise to try and convince 
Carol that she should swap, Ken?" 

He hesitated, closed his eyes, then said, "Yes." 

"You aren't even a convincing liar with us," Virginia said. "I'm sorry, Ken, 
but we had better leave things just as they are. I think you might be a 
little dangerous at the moment and I imagine Carol will keep you from 
causing serious trouble in one way or another." 

"If Carol doesn't come home within a reasonable length of time, I'll come 
back and set you free," June said. "Here's hoping that everything works out 
for the best, Ken." 

When Ken opened his eyes, deciding that he would try threats again -- maybe 
even threaten to knock the hell out of Floyd and George, which he was sure 
that he could do -- Virginia and June were leaving the bedroom. Just about 
all he had a chance to see was their swaying hips and jiggling asses. 

"Hey, come back here! Don't leave me like this, you crazy bitches!" 

Staring at the doorway, cursing, thinking that the women might just be 
teasing him, Ken struggled desperately to free himself. All he succeeded in 
doing was getting some slack in the ropes made out of neckties -- and the 
skin on his wrists and ankles almost rubbed raw. 

Finally giving up, he stared at the ceiling and told himself that it wasn't 
as if the world were going to come to an end. It was just that his marriage 
was probably going to be shot all to hell and a very important part of his 
life was going to end. And it would be just as bad, maybe even worse in a 
way, if Carol happened to want to swap. 

Ken looked at the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost 
three o'clock. He figured that he had been struggling for at least fifteen 
minutes. He knew that Carol would be getting there soon. She would probably 
take a cab from the bus station. She might call him to come and get her, 
though. She didn't know that he couldn't even answer the phone. What the 
hell had Virginia told his wife? Well, he would find out soon enough. Too 
damned soon! 

Almost an hour passed. Ken tried to break free a couple of more times. He 
kept hoping that Virginia and June would change their minds and come back 
and set him free. He cursed the wanton wives, both silently and aloud, but 
at the same time he couldn't keep from thinking about the pleasures he had 
shared with the two sexpots. Maybe if Carol did leave him he would change 
his way of life completely. He would find an attractive girl and become a 
swinger. Hell, if he had a wife he didn't really love he might even become a 
swapper. It would be an exciting life, that was for sure, and he guessed 
that he would stay with Carol even if she wanted to swap. Which wasn't 
really possible, of course! 

Ken finally heard a car door slam in the driveway. He was sure that it was a 
cab bringing Carol home. He felt a sudden panic and again struggled 
desperately to free himself. Sagging limply on the mattress, he closed his 
eyes and waited, telling himself that he deserved losing his beautiful young 
wife for being stupid enough to allow himself to get in such a ridiculous 
spot. 

He heard Carol enter the bedroom and could sense that she was standing near 
the bed. He thought a little wildly that if he wasn't tied hand and foot he 
would like to crawl under the bed or into a hole some damn place. What the 
hell could a guy say to his wife under such circumstances? 

Ken opened his eyes. Carol took a step closer to the bed. There was a kind 
of amused look in her lovely blue eyes and he found that more upsetting than 
if there had been tears. He almost wished that she would cry -- or even 
curse. Maybe she didn't give a damn about what he had done. Maybe she was 
glad for the excuse to cheat on him. 

"I guess you're waiting for an explanation," he said, forcing a smile. "Your 
nutty friends flipped their lids and tied me up. As you can see!" 

Carol silently stepped backward and lowered her lovely bottom down on the 
chair. Her legs were bare and her white skirt was well above her knees. She 
was wearing a matching white jacket over a thin white blouse and Ken felt 
sick as he realized that it was very possible that he would never be able to 
take her into his arms again. 

"I wish you would help me get free, Carol. I'm damned tired of being tied 
down like this." 

"Virginia didn't tell me about all this," Carol said, motioning with her 
hands to indicate that she meant the way he was tied to the bed. 

"What did the redheaded bitch tell you?" 

"Just that she and June had made it with you and that if I came home this 
afternoon she would arrange to show me proof. I guess she did, didn't she?" 

"You seem to be taking it very calmly," Ken said. "I kind of figured that 
you would be raising some hell just about now, Carol." 

"Why?" Her lips trembled and for a moment Ken thought she was going to cry. 
He almost hoped that she would. That would at least prove that she cared. 
She smiled and the expression didn't look forced. "Do you want me to raise 
some hell, Ken?" 

"I guess I just expected it," he said, suddenly feeling that everything 
might work out all right. "Virginia and June told me about the bet you made 
with them. You must realize that you just turned them loose on me. You 
practically invited them to try and make me." 

"They didn't have much trouble doing so, did they? I leave you alone one 
time and you go to bed with another woman. Two other women!" 

"I just went a little off my rocker," he said. "They are very attractive 
women, you know, and I just took what was offered. It was just sex, Carol. 
Lust. I'm married to you and I love you." 

"This doesn't seem to be the time to talk about love, Ken." 

"I'm just trying to tell you that what I did with Virginia and June had 
nothing to do with us. If you had been here, it wouldn't have happened." 

A frown flickered across Carol's beautiful face. "Go ahead and blame me if 
it makes you feel better. It's my fault that I made the bet that I could 
trust you. It's my fault that I had to go see about my father and that you 
took the opportunity to have outside sex instead of coming after me." 

"I tried to talk to you on the phone," Ken protested. "I kept thinking that 
you would call me. I got the impression that you didn't want me to come 
after you." 

"I was under the impression that marriage vows meant something, Ken. Do you 
want a divorce?" 

"Hell no! I want you and nobody else, damn it! I need you and this should 
prove that I need you all the time. Day and night, I mean, and right now I 
need you to untie me." 

"Maybe I should tell you something while you're still tied up and helpless, 
Ken. I guess my mother told you that I went swimming with some young people. 
Don't glare! Men! You've been with two women and now I can tell that you're 
getting angry because of something you think I might say!" 

"Maybe you had better not tell me anything," Ken said. "Because no matter 
what I've done, and I am sorry for letting you down, I'm still jealous and I 
don't even want to hear about it if you have done something wrong." 

"Wrong for me and right for you, Ken?" 

"I know that it sounds stupid and unfair, Carol, but I don't think I could 
take it if I found that you had been with another man. I can understand if 
you're thinking about leaving me and I'm sorry if I've ruined our marriage." 

"I guess I could lie and hurt you as I have been hurt," Carol said, getting 
to her feet. "I won't, . though. Nothing happened. There was an attractive 
young man and he did take a great interest in me. He made advances, 
actually, and I'll admit that I did have some rather crazy thoughts. But I 
did nothing about my thoughts and, even after finding you like this, I'm 
glad that nothing happened. It only made me want to rush home to you. What 
do you have to say about that?" 

Ken didn't meet his wife's eyes. He experienced a wonderful feeling of 
relief, because of her words, and because she apparently didn't intend to 
leave him, but he also felt a deep shame. 

"I'm too ashamed to even try and say anything," he said. "Except that I'm 
glad that you are a better person than I am." 

"Don't overdo it," Carol said. "Don't blow too much smoke, I mean, because 
I'm no angel and you're still in the doghouse. Just how did you manage to 
get yourself in a fix like that?" 

"I had a few drinks, got drowsy, and they caught me asleep." 

Carol arched her eyebrows. "After you had sex with them, of course." 

Ken felt his face get red. "Yes, and after they tied me like this, they 
worked me over again." 

"That doesn't explain why they tied you in the first place." 

"They got angry because I wouldn't promise to try and get you to go along 
with their plans. They switch around with each other's husbands. The reason 
for making it with me was mostly to get us to be swappers, too. I told them 
that I wouldn't swap and that you wouldn't consent to such a thing even if I 
would." 

"Thanks for your confidence," Carol said. "I'll be right back." 

Carol did come right back. She had a butcher knife. She silently freed one 
of Ken's hands, gave him the knife"and said that maybe he had better take a 
shower. She left before he could think of anything to say. He quickly cut 
the other necktie ropes, then had to sit on the side of the bed and rub his 
arms and legs to get the blood to circulating. 

He went to the bathroom and took a hot and soapy shower. His cock didn't 
lift into its usual erection while being washed. He knew that it wasn't 
because he had had too much sex. He was still nervous because of being 
caught by his wife -- and there was also a great deal of apprehension due to 
his previous thoughts and desires. He was sure that his wife wasn't going to 
leave him and that meant that he would just about have to go through with 
what he had always wanted to do. What if she laughed at him when he went 
down on her? 

Rinsing in warm and then cold water, Ken gave himself a brisk rubdown. 
Feeling much better physically, and a great deal better mentally, he brushed 
his teeth and shaved. He wanted to be ready just in case Carol was forgiving 
enough to want some action and he wasn't all that worried about not being 
able to get an erection. His cock had never failed him before and he didn't 
think it would let him down with his lovely wife. 

He put on a robe and looked for Carol. She wasn't. in the house. The car was 
still in the driveway. Deciding that, she had gone next door to see 
Virginia, or to June's house if the redhead wasn't home, he got a beer and 
sat at the kitchen table. Maybe it was better that she talked to the women, 
he thought. They would undoubtedly give her all of the details and it would 
keep him from having to do so. If she didn't take off after talking to the 
two hot-ass females, it would mean that he hadn't lost her. 

Ken had finished the beer and was thinking about getting another one when 
Carol came in the back door. He could tell by the look on her face and in 
her eyes that she knew all the sordid details. She didn't look all that 
unhappy, though. 

"Were they both next door?" he asked. 

"Yes, and I paid off the bets. I'm going to take a bath before I cook. I'm 
sticky from riding the bus. You can peel some potatoes if you want to." 

Ken gladly peeled some potatoes. He also got out two steaks and had the meal 
started when Carol returned to the kitchen. She had put on a terrycloth 
robe. He prepared a tossed salad while she took over at the stove. They 
worked together in silence, then engaged in small talk while they ate, 
carefully skirting around the subject he knew was foremost in both their 
minds. 

Ken wasn't surprised when Carol told him to get out of the kitchen while she 
washed the dishes. She had never wanted help with the housework, saying that 
it was enough for him to earn their living, and he had never been what he 
thought 'of as a henpecked husband. He was glad that she apparently wasn't 
going to try and punish him by making unusual demands. 

He wandered into the living room, turned the television set on, then snapped 
it right off. He flopped down in an easy chair, but was too restless to sit 
still. He went into the bedroom and removed the makeshift ropes from the bed 
posts and the springs. He threw the pieces into the wastebasket and went 
back to the easy chair. He thought about making oral love to his beautiful 
young wife, but he didn't get a hard-on. 

It was almost dark when Carol entered the liivng room. She turned a floor 
lamp on and pulled the drapes over the windows. She sat down on the couch, 
crossed her long, lovely legs, and Ken wished that the talk he knew they 
would have to have was over. There was a long silence while he gazed at his 
wife's legs and a goodly portion of a beautifully rounded thigh. There was 
no response in his cock and he began to get a little worried. He hoped that 
he didn't have a mental block or some damn thing that would keep him from 
fucking his own wife! 

"I guess we had better talk this out," Carol finally said. "I'll accept part 
of the blame for what happened, of course, but I don't want you to make it 
with Virginia or June again." 

"I won't," Ken said, deciding that he would keep his sexual escapade with 
Joyce a secret. There was no need for making Carol worry about something for 
which he would always feel a degree of guilt. "I just hope you never use 
what I did as an excuse to have sex outside our marriage." 

"I do love you, Ken, and I've never really seriously considered going to bed 
with another man. Oh, I suppose I've had fleeting thoughts about how it 
might be with somebody else, but I couldn't willingly have sex with a man 
unless I at least thought that I loved him. I guess it's different with men, 
and with some women, but I'm too jealous to even live with you if you mean 
to sex it up with other females." 

"There won't be any more cheating, Carol, and that's a promise." 

"Virginia and June tried to get me to agree to swap," Carol said. "They were 
at least honest enough to tell me that you wouldn't even consider it. I'm 
afraid that I insulted them. Anyway, I told them that Floyd and George would 
be just about the last men with whom I would want to have sexual 
intercourse." 

Ken met Carol's eyes and smiled, suddenly sure that everything was going to 
work out fine. "I imagine you also hurt their feelings, honey. Did they make 
a pass at you? I know they both have a yen for you." 

"They did shock me with their blunt language. They had me fooled. I would 
have never guessed that they would ever speak to me in such a manner. I had 
no idea that they were gay. Bisexual, as they called it. They wanted me to 
go to bed with them." 

"I'm not surprised," Ken said. "Nothing that those two sex-nuts could say or 
do would surprise me. I guess you really told them off." 

"I didn't say anything. I was going out the door then, still thinking about 
what they said you did to and with them. They used all kinds of descriptive 
words, the most polite being cunnilingus, fellatio, and anal coition. They 
wanted to know if I knew what those terms meant before they went on and used 
the more common expresssions. I told them that I had read enough to keep 
from being totally ignorant." 

"Were you disgusted?" Ken asked, mentally crossing his fingers. 

"Just embarrassed," Carol said. "Embarrassed because they had been more 
intimate with my husband than I had -- or have. They didn't exactly force 
you to do anything, did they?" 

"No," Ken said, getting to his feet. "There has been a lack of communication 
in our marriage, Carol. Where sex is concerned, I mean." 

"That's something of an understatement, Ken. Would you like for me to accept 
the blame for that?" 

"It was mostly my fault," Ken said, walking over and standing in front of 
Carol. The robe had parted and he looked down into the deep valley between 
her jutting breasts. His mouth and throat felt dry. He was very excited, but 
he didn't have an erection. Not that he needed a hard-on to do what he 
wanted to do, he thought, wondering if he should suggest that they go to 
bed. 

"Why haven't you ever kissed me down there?" Carol asked. "Don't I appeal to 
you in that way?" 

Carol had her head back and her eyes closed. "I have always wanted to go 
down on you," Ken said, looking down at her beautiful features. "I thought 
you might not go for it. I also thought you might laugh at me." 

"Laughing would have been the last thing I would have done," Carol said. 
"I've always been curious and I've often had fantasies about oral sex. I 
thought how it might be if you were to kiss me down there, I mean." 

A little moan escaped from between his lips and he dropped to his knees on 
the carpet in front of her. He parted the robe and revealed her dazzling 
nakedness. She spread her long, creamy-white legs apart, slowly, and inched 
her hips forward toward the edge of the couch. His heart pounding, Ken 
looked at the blood-engorged pink pussy lips glistening wetly and inhaled 
deeply of the heady aroma emanating from the core of her delectable 
femininity. 

This was the exciting moment Ken had long awaited. Staring at the slightly 
parted cuntal lips, the deep glistening pinkness between them, he licked his 
own dry lips until they were moist with the saliva that his passion had 
caused to form in his mouth. He had never seen a more perfectly formed cunt. 
It was as unflawed as the frame of curly blonde hairs that crowned and 
surrounded it. 

He lowered his face and kissed the soft and smooth moist slit, then shoved 
his arms up and around her sleek outer thighs, reaching down with his 
trembling fingers to spread the soft perfection of her fragrant cunt. He 
touched her swelling clitoris with the tip of his stiffened tongue, then 
moved his tongue to-and-fro across the elongated organ in a series of swift 
fluttering strokes. He heard a quivering little moan escape from her throat, 
and extended his whole tongue and began to lick, lovingly, up and down the 
entire moist opening. 

"Oh, darling, that's such a wonderful sensation!" 

Carol's words were like music to Ken's ears. He probed his tongue deeply 
into her tight and hot cunt channel then, licking and sucking the sensitive 
folds of tender flesh simultaneously. The knowledge that his lovely wife had 
accepted his desires with such enthusiastic ecstasy had him mentally and 
physically as passionate as he had ever been in his life, but he was in no 
hurry to shove his hard cock into her twitching and trembling twat. 

Her hips began to undulate, slowly, as her inner cunt lips began a series of 
gentle squeezes on his stiff probing tongue. She threw her knees further 
apart and shifted the angle of her cunt so that his tongue was plunging 
downward in the hot and wet flesh. He probed deeper, extending his tongue to 
its full length, and her heels touched the back of his neck, urging his 
tongue even deeper. 

After tongue-fucking her clinging cunt for a couple of minutes, enjoying 
himself to the utmost, he withdrew his oral instrument from its deep 
penetration and began licking up and down in her juicy gorge, lapping and 
sucking her firm, swollen clit at the termination of each long lick. 

"Oh, darling, I'm cumming! Oh, Sweet Jesus, I can't stand it." 

Carol's hands had gone to Ken's head for the first time. Her fingers 
entangled in his hair, then dug into his bobbing scalp. He slipped his hands 
around and under and grabbed her wriggling buttocks. Clasping the firm and 
smooth ass-flesh, he concentrated on her erect passion-button, lapping and 
sucking, and the stiffened organ seemed to vibrate with a life all its own. 

Moaning and lurching upward, Carol tensed, then shuddered violently while 
caught up in the throes of her spasmodic orgasm. Ken kept lapping and 
sucking until she settled back down onto his gripping fingers and removed 
her fingers from his head and hair. 

"That was truly wonderful, Ken! I wish you hadn't waited so long to do it!" 

Ken slipped his hands from under his wife's lovely ass and lifted his head. 
He met her passion-glazed eyes, licked his wet lips, and smiled. 

"It was really stupid of me to wait so long," he said. "I was afraid that 
the oral stuff might turn you off, though, and I wasn't really all that 
experienced myself. Was it as good as it was in your fantasies?" 

"Better! I guess I was stupid for not letting you know what I wanted. But I 
was afraid that you would be shocked if I mentioned it, honey, and I'll bet 
many married couples make the same mistake we made. Married people not 
properly communicating with each other, I mean, and being backward and 
somewhat ashamed where oral sex is concerned." 

"You aren't ashamed, are you? Of me, or of yourself ?" 

"Oh, no! I'm just sorry that we wasted so much time! You don't mind doing 
it, do you? I hope you didn't do it just to give me pleasure." 

"Don't worry about that," Ken said, grinning. "I get a hell of a lot of 
pleasure out of performing the act, baby. It isn't a perversion, you know, 
and it's a perfectly natural way for us to give and receive sexual pleasure. 
I'm glad that we're meeting each other's eyes freely" and without shame, 
Carol. I love you more than ever now -- if that's really possible." 

"I feel the same way," Carol said, her eyes and expression serious. "I'm 
still jealous when I think about you being intimate with Virginia and June 
though." She smiled. "But maybe it was worth sharing you with them if it 
will give us more happiness in our marriage." 

"Maybe it's the wrong time to mention it, Carol, but I doubt that those two 
hot-ass gals will give up all that easily. I'm not thinking only of myself, 
either. They will ' undoubtedly keep on trying to make you and it's a fact 
that they can do what I just did to you. Maybe even better, as I've read 
that lesbians know more about how to make another female happy." 

Carol smiled. "Are you looking for assurances from me, Ken? I'm not 
interested in experimenting with Virginia or June. I'll handle them, honey, 
so stop worrying about anything like that. A woman, to me, would be like you 
with a man." 

"I've never had any tendencies along those lines," Ken said. He chuckled. 
"Just to keep the record straight!" 

"I guess you're really steaming, darling, but would you mind doing me one 
more time like that before -- " 

"On one condition," Ken cut in. 

The happy smile left Carol's beautiful features and Ken changed his mind. He 
had meant to ask if she would return the favor. Or at least give it a try. 
But he decided that he wouldn't even mention cocksucking. She might have a 
hangup where fellatio was concerned and he told himself that he would never 
try to get her to do anything she didn't have a real desire to do. 

"What is the condition?" Carol asked after a short silence. 

"I think we should get these robes off and go to bed, honey. Do you agree?" 

"Yes. Oh, yes!" 

CHAPTER NINE 

Getting to his feet, looking down at Carol's lovely nakedness, Ken slipped 
out of the robe and tossed it aside. His big, hard cock was thrusting 
stiffly. Her eyes were on his poking prick. For a moment he thought she was 
going to reach out and take it into her hands. But she seemingly changed her 
mind and when she started to stand, he held out his hand and helped her to 
her feet. 

He also helped her get out of the robe, pushing it down over her smooth, 
shapely shoulders. When the garment dropped to the carpet, he put his arms 
around her and pulled her close. The underside of his erect penis pressed 
flush against her warm belly and he slipped his hands down to her tense 
buttocks. She pushed her firm body against him, and squirmed slightly, but 
she didn't offer to kiss him and he didn't put his mouth near hers. He still 
had to kind of feel his way with her, he knew, and he still hadn't gotten 
used to the idea that he could probably speak plainly without averse 
results. 

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She put her 
arms around his neck and snuggled her face up against his. He paused in the 
doorway and she took the hint and snapped the overhead light switch. The 
window shades were already down. He carried her to the bed, hoping that it 
wouldn't bother her if she thought about what had happened so recently on 
the bed with the neighbor wives. He noticed that she had put on a clean 
sheet as he playfully tossed her onto the bed. 

She hadn't stopped bouncing on her back when he followed, getting down 
between her eagerly parted legs, thinking dimly that he could eat her sweet 
pussy for hours without having to penetrate the palpitating channel with his 
rock-hard prick. 

He didn't go directly to her pleasure gash. He wanted to go through the 
preliminaries he had dreamed of doing for such a long time. She seemed to 
understand and kept her hands well away from his head. Scooting down on the 
bed, he kissed and licked one of her inner thighs down to her knee, 
caressing the firm, warm flesh with his fingers before and after his darting 
tongue. 

She squirmed her ass against the mattress, and he skipped over to her other 
knee, kissing and licking his ways up along her other inner thigh, tracing a 
wet path up to her blonde crotch. Again he lifted his face and stared with 
admiration at her lovely, sweet-smelling cunt before mashing his mouth down 
and planting a kiss on the pink split. She made a little upward lurch and he 
opened his mouth wide, leaned forward further, and found that he could cover 
just about her entire cunt with his mouth. 

He began to lick her moist pussy lips with long, slow, gentle, brush-like 
strokes. Every few licks he stopped and probed with his stiffened tongue, 
pushing it into the tight entrance between her inner cunt lips. Her ass and 
hips quivered, and she raised her legs and squeezed his head with her, sleek 
thighs for a few seconds. 

"Oh, Jesus," she whispered. 

He propped on his elbows, lowered his hands, and used his thumbs to open the 
tender pink outer lips of her cunt. He began to lick the tasty, juicy, 
glistening pink folds his thumbs had exposed. He increased the pressure of 
his tongue, and started to lick harder and faster. Now and then he paused, 
made his tongue stiff, and plunged it into her clinging twat as deep as it 
would go past the hot folds of flesh. After jabbing again and again, he then 
returned to his licking, only to stop and tongue-fuck her after a few more 
licks. 

Soon she was moaning and gasping, and writhing so heatedly that sometimes 
his tongue was between the smooth round globes of her ass, sometimes he had 
nothing but a mouthful of silky-soft hairs. He grabbed her hips then, to 
control her bucking and lurching, pressed his mouth firmly over her 
quivering cunt, and started to suck and lap in earnest. 

"That's enough!" Carol suddenly blurted. "I can't take any more right now! 
Use your cock, darling, use your cock!" 

Hearing the loud words, Ken rather reluctantly stopped sucking and lapping 
and lifted his head from between his passionate wife's legs. He saw that she 
was squeezing her own thrusting titties. His cock was throbbing like crazy, 
but he still wasn't in a great hurry to start fucking. He still hadn't 
gotten his fill of eating her truly delightful pussy and he didn't want to 
make it messy with his cream. 

Carol seemed to understand. "It's just that I didn't think my nervous system 
could take any more right then, honey. Maybe later you will want to do it 
again." 

"Just try and stop me," Ken said, chuckling and moving until his thrusting 
cock was poking at her gaping cunt. 

He let her do the guiding and held his swollen cockhead just inside the hot, 
tight entrance to her cunt until she had removed her fingers. Then he made 
the thrilling trip to the hot and tight depths of her twat in one plunging 
stroke. She moaned as he withdrew the entire length of his thick shaft and 
shoved it deep again. Her hips rose, he hooked her heels behind his, and her 
clinging cunt lifted rhythmically to meet his plunging thrusts. 

After he had fucked her for only a few powerful strokes, her hips broke the 
rhythm, thrashing and bucking erratically, and he could also tell from her 
contorted features that she was reaching orgasm. He knew that he wouldn't 
ejaculate. He drove his cock deep into her clasping cunt, and held the rigid 
shaft still while she lurched and fluttered, gasped and moaned, her blonde 
hair swirling as she rolled her head on the mattress. 

She finally stopped breathing so deeply and exhaling in such long, 
interrupted gasps, her body still, her eyes on his lips. He had started to 
kiss her several times, but had decided to wait and let her make that move. 
She pulled his face down and mashed her mouth to his. She accepted his 
tongue and they held the passionate, tongue-probing kiss until they had to 
break for air. "I don't taste bad," she said, meeting his eyes and smiling 
with obvious happiness. 

"You taste wonderful," he said, grinning. "Have you ever had fantasies 
having to do with another very important oral sex act?" 

"Yes," she said. "Would you mind if I tried doing it to you?" 

"Mind! Hell, it would be the final answer to my dreams!" 

Ken withdrew while speaking. He flopped over on his back, his big, wet cock 
poking toward the ceiling and glistening in the light. Carol scooted her ass 
down toward the foot of the bed, lifted, and got on her hands and knees. Ken 
parted his legs and she got between them, her eyes on his jutting cock, her 
lovely ass pointed away from his head. 

He started to suggest that they get in the sixty-nine position, but decided 
that he had better let her give fellatio a try first. Besides, he didn't 
think it would be wise to shoot off in her mouth the very first time she 
gave him a blow-job, and he doubted that he could hold back if they were 
going down on each other at the same time. 

Clasping his hands behind his head so that he would be sure and not apply 
any pressure, Ken began to wonder if his wife was really going to suck his 
cock. He figured that at least two full minutes had passed and she was still 
staring and hadn't even touched his rigid dick with her fingers. 

Just as he started to tell her to skip it if she didn't have a real desire, 
she grasped the base of his stiff shaft with the fingers of one hand. She 
began running her clenched fingers up and down in slow strokes from the base 
to just below the swollen crown. Balanced on her other hand and arm, she 
leaned over and slipped her warm and moist mouth down over his 
blood-engorged cockhead. 

She just held the swollen glans in her mouth for a few seconds, apparently 
adjusting to what she had started doing, then he felt her slippery tongue 
twirling around the hard knob. He failed to suppress a little groan. 

She began sucking, taking more and more of the rigid shaft into her sweet 
mouth, and he was amazed by how swiftly she had grasped the knack of sucking 
a cock. She was a little awkward, but she was keeping her teeth from 
scraping and was obviously losing herself in her newly found pleasure. 

It was undoubtedly instinctive to perform all kinds of oral sex, he thought. 
He had known exactly what to do his first time; and he would stake his life 
on the fact that Carol had never before had a cock in her mouth. 

The sensation was blissful, but the idea that his lovely young wife was 
actually sucking his cock added greatly to his pleasure. It made all kinds 
of sexual activities better when one's emotions were involved, he thought, 
watching Carol's blonde hair swirling as her head bobbed faster. He had 
never had a piece of ass to equal that which he always enjoyed with his 
beautiful wife, other women trailed far behind when compared to the pleasure 
he had gotten from going down on Carol, and now every nerve in his body was 
vibrating while the girl he loved sucked his throbbing cock with obvious 
affection and love. God, but he was a lucky man! 

He finally said, "You should rest when you get tired, honey. I'm not in any 
hurry to blast off." 

Carol pulled her greedily sucking mouth from his pulsing cock and lifted her 
head. Her blue eyes were blazing, and she kept her fist moving up and down 
on his throbbing rod. 

"I like to do it," she said, smiling, then licking her lips. "I get pleasure 
from giving you that kind of pleasure, I mean. Is that bad?" 

"It's good," he said. "We have it made now, baby, and I hope you're as happy 
as I am." 

"I am," she said. "Oh, I'm very happy. My jaws are a little tired, though. 
Do I do it as well as Virginia and June?" 

"Do you think we should talk about them?" Ken asked, hoping that he hadn't 
been premature with his thoughts about everything turning out just fine. 

"I think maybe we should talk about any-thing and everything," Carol said 
seriously. "That has been our trouble in the past, you know." 

"Virginia and June have had more experience in sucking cocks than you have, 
honey, but I prefer you and your way of sucking my cock -- just as I would 
much rather lap your lovely cunt." 

Carol's face had flushed slightly. "I guess I asked for that, but maybe it 
is better to use plain English. I think I'll get on and take a ride while 
I'm resting up for some more cock-sucking." 

Ken chuckled. "Be my guest!" 

Laughing, Carol straddled him on her knees and positioned her pink and moist 
gaping gash directly over his saliva-coated thrusting shaft. She lowered her 
blonde crotch, and her clasping cunt engulfed the entire length of his 
poking and pulsating prick. But his hard cock was only speared all the way 
into the hot and moist flesh for a few seconds before she was lifting until 
only the swollen glans were encompassed. 

Then, letting out a series of little moaning sounds, she again lowered and 
made his glistening cock slowly disappear. He had a perfect view of the 
entire process and that added to his pleasure. She kept on making the slow 
up-and-down movements and he could see the cuntal lips clinging to his cock. 

The stiff shaft was slippery with her juices and he even enjoyed the smell 
that emanated from her hot cunt and drifted to his nostrils. He knew that if 
he hadn't already climaxed twice that day, he wouldn't be able to keep 
himself under control. 

Carol suddenly closed her eyes, tossed her head back, clutched at her own 
thrusting breasts, and began bouncing up and down faster and faster. Ken's 
cock was equal to the task she had set for it. His big organ remained hard 
and stiff and less and less of the slippery flesh appeared as she began 
moving up and down even faster. 

Soon just about all of his cock remained buried or speared upward in the 
quivering cunt as Carol bollixed less, and wriggled and ground herself on 
his rigid tool more and more. Suddenly she pushed down and kept his pulsing 
pole buried balls deep as she cried out that she was cumming, then moved 
wildly as she had what was so obviously a very blissful orgasm. 

When she was finally still, his cock was still ramrod stiff. She lowered her 
hard-nippled breasts down onto his chest and kissed him tenderly on the 
mouth. 

"I'm lucky to have such a long-lasting husband, aren't I? How many times did 
you make it with the two neighbor wives today?" 

"Twice," he said, running his hands over her smooth back and shoulders. 
"Once with each. Doesn't it bother you to talk about them?" 

"It's getting easier," Carol said, meeting his eyes. "It probably sounds 
crazy, but I'm kind of glad you enjoyed yourself. Not that I want it to 
happen again!" 

"It at least enabled us to lose our inhibitions with each other," Ken said. 
"I'll admit that I enjoyed myself with Virginia and June, but sex is a lot 
better when there's also love." 

She wriggled her ass, lifted her breasts from his chest, and braced on her 
hands and arms. "I want to feel your big cock exploding in my cunt, darling. 
Are you anywhere near a climax?" 

Ken found the blunt language strangely ex-citing coming from his wife's 
lips. She had never spoken in such a manner before -- to him -- and he 
doubted that she had to anybody else. 

"Let me get on top," he said, suddenly eager to dump his load in his wife's 
sweet, juicy trough. 

Without breaking contact, they rolled over until Ken was on top. He lowered 
his chest down against her taut-tipped titties and they mashed their mouths 
together in a passionate kiss. They probed with their tongues, taking turns, 
and she hugged him around the neck. He slid his hands up and down her sleek 
sides, and soon their tongues were lashing together feverishly. Then he 
started his thrusts, slowly at first, but soon he was really slamming the 
meat to her. 

Breaking the tongue-lashing kiss, they gazed into each other's 
passion-filmed eyes for a moment, then he buried his face beside hers. Carol 
was answering his thrusts with thrusts of her own and with a wriggling 
motion of her hips and ass. His hands had been clutching at her rounded 
hips. She lifted her legs and clamped them around his waist. He slowed the 
tempo of his thrusts and slipped his hands under and grasped her firm and 
smooth buttocks. Again she matched his rhythmic strokes, whispering that she 
was ready and that he could let it go at any time. 

Knowing that he couldn't last much longer, Ken began pumping faster again. 
Carol moved right with him, her fingers clutching at his back and shoulders, 
her legs tightening around his waist. He felt his passion building to the 
final explosive moments and began pistoning his throbbing prick in and 
almost out of her tight and juicy pussy faster and faster. She kept right up 
with the faster pace and he groaned with pleasure. 

"Oh, Ken, it feels so good, soooo wonderful!" 

The loud words added to Ken's excitement. He began pumping furiously, and 
squeezing her wriggling buttocks more tightly, while he lifted his head so 
that he could see his wife's face. 

Her eyes were wide open and blazing and her beautiful features were 
contorted with passion. He told her that he was just about there. She began 
lurching and humping wildly and he could only hold on and in. He had never 
seen her so passionate. God, but he was glad that he hadn't lost her because 
of his cheating. 

His cock began jerking spasmodically and pumping spurt after spurt of hot 
semen into her clinging, clasping cunt. He knew that she had also peaked and 
they kept moving and jerking together for quite some time. They lay there 
mashed together long after they had collapsed and stopped breathing so fast 
and heavily. 

"I'm glad that I didn't fly off the handle and walk out on you, Ken." 

He had again buried his face beside hers, his nose in her fragrant soft 
blonde hair. He lifted and met her sparkling blue eyes. God, but he loved 
her, he thought. He loved her more than anything in the world! 

"I couldn't have let you walk very far," he said, kissing her lightly on the 
lips. He grinned. "Maybe I should make it stronger and say that I wouldn't 
have let you walk away from me and our marriage." 

"I like a possessive man," Carol said, smiling. "This particular possessive 
man is getting a little heavy, though." 

"I'm sorry, baby. I want to continue what amounts to a new honeymoon just as 
soon as we clean up, though." 

"So do I, darling! So do I!" 

Ken saw that Carol had put two fresh towels on the headboard. He got one, 
withdrew his limp cock, used it, stuffed it between Carol's thighs, and 
stretched out on his back. She scooted from the bed and hurried to the 
bathroom. He called out for her to do a good job and heard her happy little 
answering laugh. 

When Carol returned, still slightly damp from a shower and with a wet 
washcloth, Ken's cock had started to lift into another erection just from 
his erotic thoughts. She got on the bed on her knees and lovingly cleaned 
his big organ. By the time she finished, his prick had expanded into a 
stiffly thrusting erection. 

She tossed the cloth aside, planted a moist kiss on the enlarged crown, then 
settled back on her haunches. "I've been thinking," she said, meeting Ken's 
eyes. "I think we should move. There's really nothing holding us here and I 
don't think I would be comfortable living in this neighborhood after what 
has happened. It isn't that I don't trust you, or that I don't trust myself, 
honey. It's just, that I think we would be better off living in some other 
part of the city." 

"I'm way ahead of you," Ken said. "I had the same thoughts and ideas before 
you came home, I mean. Maybe we could rent a small apartment, save a down 
payment, and buy a house someday." 

"That would be great," Carol said happily. "Maybe we could even look for an 
apartment tomorrow." 

"If I'm able to walk," Ken said, grinning. 

Carol had been stroking Ken's erect cock with both hands. "Are you tired, 
honey? We can rest or even go to sleep if you want to. I don't think that 
I've turned into so much of a sex-nut that I can't stop." 

"I was just kidding, Carol. I'm just getting started. Besides, since we have 
both wised up and gotten over our silly hangups I don't have to have a 
hard-on to take care of you, do I?" 

He wasn't surprised when his lovely young wife blushed. He wasn't really all 
that used to their new ways of seeking and finding sexual pleasures, either. 
She met his eyes freely, though, and smiled just before she leaned over, 
opened her mouth wide, and engulfed his cock-head and about two inches of 
the stiff shaft. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the thrilling 
pleasure of having his cock sucked by his beautiful wife. 

She took more and more of the hard flesh and muscle into her greedily 
sucking mouth, at the same time working her fist up and down near the base 
of his pulsing shaft, and he hoped that she wouldn't get carried away and 
hurt herself. She was taking the swollen glans so deep on the downstroke 
that he could feel her throat muscles. She was really a fast learner, he 
thought, and decided that he would at least warn her before shooting off in 
her mouth. His next ejaculation was a long way off, though, and he would 
teach her the sixty-nine position before he climaxed. 

Not that she didn't know about that form of sex, of course. She had read a 
lot -- and it was almost impossible for anybody in the modern world not to 
at least know just about everything about sex. Some people just never 
experimented for one reason or another, and he was sure as hell glad that he 
and Carol had finally become uninhibited and unrestrained in their sexual 
relations. 

Ken opened his eyes when Carol finally stopped sucking and lifted her head, 
her blue eyes gleaming. "You know what I want to try, don't you?" she asked. 

"Yes, but it will be quite a while before I'll be able to shoot off, honey. 
Why don't you come up here and let me suck on your gorgeous titties?" 

Carol walked on her hands and knees until the lovely twin mounds of firm 
flesh were suspended over Ken's face. Ken used his fingers to fondle the 
truly magnificent breasts. The nipples were already erect. She lowered so 
that he could get one spiked tip and a portion of the surrounding smooth 
flesh in his mouth. He tongued and sucked until she pulled that hard-nippled 
mound away and gave him the other one to tongue and suck. 

Soon he pulled his mouth away long enough to tell her to get on her back. 
While she quickly followed his directions, he kept one stiffened nipple 
clamped tightly between his lips. Straddling her on his hands and knees, he 
feasted upon her breasts until he had her squirming and moaning. He then 
trailed lower, kissing and licking her trembling belly. He darted his tongue 
around and into her shallow navel, then licked on down to her blonde bush. 

He nipped at the curly pubic hairs with his lips and plucked at them with 
his teeth. She rolled her hips and lifted her ass a few inches from the 
mattress. He licked up between her moistly parted pussy lips, then on an 
impulse he told her to get on her hands and knees. She looked puzzled, then 
a little frightened, but she obeyed as soon as he had gotten back out of the 
way. 

Ken knew that Carol thought he meant to corn-hole her. While caressing her 
very firm and very smooth buttocks, it did enter his mind to give it a try, 
but he decided not to make what could turn out to be only an attempt. He 
didn't want to hurt her, that was for damned sure, and he wouldn't do it 
with-out getting her permission, anyway. 

He began kissing and licking all over her buttocks, then went lower and 
lapped his tongue up through her gaping cunt. He spread the cheeks of her 
lovely ass and licked up through the crack. He heard her gasp. He remembered 
the delightful sensation when he had had his asshole tongued. He pressed his 
mouth against the tiny anal opening and jabbed his tongue against the hot 
flesh. He managed to penetrate the tight aperture with the tip of his tongue 
and could tell that Carol was enjoying the sensation. 

He didn't find the act very exciting, except for the fact that he was giving 
his wife thrilling pleasure, and he wondered how he could ;insert his cock 
in the tiny hole without seriously injuring her even if she were to give him 
permisson. She began pushing backward against his jabbing tongue and he was 
so horny by then that he got a crazy kind of pleasure from performing the 
intimate act. 

But he soon moved his jabbing tongue back down to her succulent cunt and 
began tongue-fucking the orifice he preferred to all others. When he sensed 
that he had her well on the way toward an orgasm, he lifted his head and 
walked close to her hiked buttocks on his knees. He placed one hand on a 
rounded hip and grasped the base of his stiff cock with the other. 

He placed the blunt end of his prick between her pussy lips and pushed, 
shoving all the way in with one quick motion. He waited until he felt her 
inner cunt muscles clamping around his stiff rod, then began fucking her 
with deep and steady thrusts. She hunched along with him and he pronged her 
for all of five minutes. 

Deciding that she was holding back, maybe she was afraid that he would 
climax, he told her to go ahead and make it. "Then we will go down on each 
other at the same time," he added. 

Carol began hunching faster and Ken picked up the new rhythm. He also leaned 
over her rump and back and grabbed her hanging, swaying titties. He squeezed 
the resilient flesh and toyed with the stiffened nipples. When he felt that 
the time was right, he slipped one hand along her quivering belly and, 
inserting two fingers, began to stimulate her erect clitoris. Just a few 
light strokes on her passion-button triggered her shuddering climax. He 
fucked her furiously and didn't have any trouble riding out the turbulent 
storm. 

He lifted his upper body, but he left his hard cock immersed during the 
short period of time it took for Carol to recover. He withdrew when she 
lifted her head from her crossed forearms. Again he was tempted to ask if 
she wanted to try anal coition, as he did want to please her in any manner 
she wished, but he figured that she was eager to try the sixty-nine position 
at the moment. 

Ken got on his back and Carol went right down to his wet poking prick, 
seemingly having forgotten that he was also going to go down on her. She 
began licking his glistening shaft -- as if she had been doing it for a long 
time, he thought, again amazed by the way she had adjusted so quickly -- and 
then surprised him by going down and licking his sperm-laden balls. He could 
tell that she was experimenting, kind of feeling her way, and deciding to 
let her know without words that she was free to do anything she wanted to 
do. 

Lifting his legs, he folded them back and used his hands and arms to hold 
his thighs against his chest and his hard nipples. Carol didn't hesitate. 
Her hot and slippery tongue left his testicles and licked down through the 
crack before centering on his anus. 

As his sexy young wife jabbed her tongue, the familiar electric-like shock 
waves radiated from his asshole to all the nerve endings in his body. He 
felt the stiff oral instrument penetrating at least an inch into his 
tingling bunghole. She tongue-fucked him in that manner until he lowered his 
legs to let her know that he had had enough. She licked his heavy sac and on 
up along the underside of his thrusting and throbbing cock. 

"Swing around," he said, when she took his blood-engorged cockhead into her 
mouth and began sucking. 

Carol swung around by walking on her knees, still keeping the swollen glans 
possessively between her lips, and straddled his face. He put his hands on 
the round creamy-white globes of her ass and pulled her down. She lowered 
herself until the pink moist outer lips of her cunt were pressing against 
his open mouth. 

He began to kiss her pussy lips, then extended his tongue up inside her 
palpitating twat to her inner lips, licking and swabbing the tender folds. 
His nostrils sank into the soft and warm crevice with each forward probe of 
his tongue, and he used his fingers to knead the cheeks of her lovely ass. 

He could feel her sucking mouth sliding faster and faster up and down his 
stiff pulsing cock, the glans striking the back of her mouth and penetrating 
into her throat. The pressure of her cunt lips on his mouth increased and 
she began to pump her hips. His nose was buried so deep in the crack of her 
ass, and his lips were mashed so flat against her quivering cunt, he had to 
apply pressure with his hands so that he wouldn't smother. 

But when she pushed down demandingly, and she began to spasm,, her inner 
cunt lips contracting about his probing tongue, he managed to breath 
somehow, and tongue-fucked her with all the skill he possessed. She 
shuddered violently as she reached the crest of her orgasm and her mouth 
went wild on his throbbing cock. 

Ken felt the hot sperm churning and leaving his crotch-hugging balls and he 
didn't try to hold back. Carol held his jerking cock deep in her mouth and 
his jism jetted out in a series of explosive spurts. She became even more 
greedy and he could hear as well as feel her gulping as she swallowed the 
thick squirting cream. He rolled them over on their sides and pulled his 
head from between her thighs as she continued to suck his rapidly softening 
prick. She milked the organ with both hands while draining out the very last 
drop and he gave her cunt one last loving lick as she let his limp cock slip 
from between her lips. 

They rested for a few minutes in silence while basking in the pleasant 
afterglow of fulfillment and Ken didn't have to be told that Carol was just 
as happy as he was. But he welcomed her words to that effect when she 
twisted around and he cuddled her in his arms. They kissed and whispered 
words of love, then both drifted off to sleep. 

Ken didn't know. how long he had been sleeping when he next opened his eyes. 
He had turned over on his back. The overhead light was still on and Carol 
was on her side, propped on an elbow, her eyes on his face. 

"Hi," he said, returning her bright smile. "How long have you been awake?" 

"Just a few minutes. I only slept about a half an hour. I've just been 
watching you and waiting, thinking about the drastic change in our lives and 
in our marriage." 

"You don't approve?" he asked teasingly. 

"You know better than that, honey. Do you think you will miss having other 
women all that much?" 

"Not enough to do anything about it," he said, meaning it. "Do you think 
that you will be satisfied to go through life without making it with another 
man, Carol?" 

"I think so," she said seriously. "Yes, I'm sure that I will be content to 
just share all the wonderful forms of sex with you. As I said before, I 
would have to feel love for a man to let him fuck me or do anything else and 
I certainly won't be looking for anybody. I don't think Virginia and June 
are really happy with their husbands, and I doubt that Floyd and George are 
really happy with them. They wouldn't be swapping if they were truly happy, 
I mean, and I don't see how there could be true love without at least a 
degree of jealousy involved." 

"I agree with everything you said," Ken stated firmly. "Just to be on the 
safe side, and to protect ourselves, though, I think we should move. Do you 
still agree?" 

"Yes, darling, and now that we are finally communicating with each other 
freely and openly I have a suggestion -- " Carol smiled " -- or maybe I 
should have said that I have a request. There is one thing we haven't tried, 
you know, and I'm willing if you are." 

"I didn't realize that there was masochism in your makeup," he said 
kiddingly. 

"I don't think there is," she said, her eyes and expression serious. "I 
don't have a sexual desire to feel pain or to feel humiliated, I mean. It's 
partly because I know you did that to Virginia, and I want to make you happy 
in all the possible ways -- and partly because I'll admit to having had 
fantasies along those lines. Besides, your jabbing tongue made me realize 
just how sensitive I am back there and --" 

"The fact that you want to give it a try is reason enough," Ken said, when 
Carol's words trailed off. "I'll give you fair warning and say that I 
probably won't last very long, though." 

"That's all right," Carol said, getting on her hands and knees. "We need to 
get some rest and sleep and there's always tomorrow, you know." 

Silently giving thanks for the truth in his beautiful young wife's last few 
words, Ken got on his knees behind her. She had leaned over until she was 
resting on her forearms. That caused her lovely, ass to be hiked high in the 
air. He already had an erection. His cock had started to lift and expand 
shortly after she had made the suggestion which had been followed so closely 
by a request. 

He couldn't resist the urge to kiss and fondle her beautiful buttocks. He 
licked and jabbed at the tiny aperture until he had it coated with saliva, 
then pulled back and told her that he was going to prong her pussy enough to 
make his cock wet with her juices. 

Sinking his throbbing tool into the warm and wet folds of her cunt, he made 
a half dozen slow in and almost out thrusts to make sure that the stiff 
shaft was well lubricated. Then, withdrawing from her clinging cunt-flesh, 
he placed the head of his slippery cock against the tiny puckered 
constriction of her asshole. 

He felt her tense and told her to try and relax. He knew that Virginia had 
managed to relax enough to make the penetration possible -- and easier -- 
and he was suddenly afraid that he might seriously injure his inexperienced 
wife with his big dick. 

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said. "At any point, I mean, and I hope 
we aren't making a mistake." 

"Don't worry," Carol said, her voice slightly muffled. "I'll take all the 
responsibility, honey, and I'll also tell you if I want you to stop." 

She seemed to be less tense. He put both hands on her hips and pushed. His 
swollen glans slipped through the tight elastic ring. She let out a loud 
groan. He left just the head of his pulsing cock embedded in the hot, tight 
asshole. 

"I'm all right, Ken. Put it on in." 

Ken gritted his teeth and pushed his throbbing cock in a few more inches. 
Carol groaned again and rolled her hips in an apparent effort to help him 
get all the way in. He let out a little moan when his shaft was deep in the 
tight tunnel and he was pressed tightly against the yielding mounds of her 
ass. He leaned over and rested on her back, fighting desperately for 
control. 

"The pain's gone, honey. There's a delightful warm glow now and I feel 
pleasantly stuffed. How does it feel to you?" 

"Hot and tight," Ken said, feeling that he had himself under control, but 
knowing that he wouldn't be able to last long. "Are you ready, baby ?" 

"Yes: Oh, yes! Give it to me!" 

He drew his stiff cock out until only the head remained inside, then slowly 
shoved it up her asshole again. She squirmed, and he lifted and again 
grabbed her hips to give. himself better leverage. He began fucking her 
clinging rectum, driving his cock deep in rhythmical thrusts, his lower 
belly slapping against the soft moist lips of her cunt. 

"Oh, Ken, it feels so good! I would have never believed that being 
corn-holed would feel so wonderful!" 

"It feels damned good to me," Ken said. "So good, in fact, that I'm already 
getting close to cumming." 

"Let it go any time," Carol said, matching his slow thrusts with movements 
of her own. "I've been practically balanced on the brink almost from the 
moment you shoved in." 

Ken began to fuck faster and it was almost as if the clinging hot flesh in 
the dark depths were actually sucking at his cock. He again leaned far over 
her smooth back, reached under, and grasped both of her jiggling titties. In 
that way he was able to pull her to him as he slid his throbbing cock into 
her clutching ass-hole. 

Carol began to hunch faster and Ken matched the tempo she obviously enjoyed 
even more. Soon he told her that he was going to blast off. He fleetingly 
thought about fingering her cunt and clit, but decided to find out if she 
could climax without being touched there. 

He began pumping erratically and Carol cried out. He knew that she was 
having an orgasm, and he groaned as his cock jerked and jolted in her 
clutching asshole and flooded her bowels with hot j ism. He sagged over her 
back, they toppled over on their sides, and it was all of fifteen minutes 
before they found the strength to go to the bathroom. 

They turned the light out when they returned to bed and kissed good night. 
But they woke up during the night and he got between her eagerly parted legs 
and fucked her sweet pussy until they were both once again happily 
exhausted. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Ken Mantell strode along the sidewalk on the way home from work. It was 
Friday and he had his paycheck in his pocket, but it didn't enter his mind 
to stop at a barroom to have it cashed or to get a beer. Two months had 
passed since the long weekend and the events that had changed his life and 
marriage so drastically. 

The day after he and Carol had happily learned to enjoy complete sexual 
freedom of expression with each other they had been lucky enough to find an 
apartment, also furnished, despite the fact that it was Sunday. The place 
was small, but the rent was very reasonable and it was only eight blocks 
from the plant. He didn't have to bother with driving and Carol had the car 
during the day. 

He had gone on to work the next day, after another happy, pleasure-filled 
night, and his wife had taken care of the other moving details. She hadn't 
seen Virginia or June while making a few trips in the car between the house 
and the apartment, but he had seen Floyd and George at the plant that day. 

He had been a little nervous, after all he had sexed it up with both their 
wives, but there had been no problems. He had waited at the parking lot and 
met them after they got out of George's car. He had figured that it would be 
better to face them and get things settled as soon as possible. 

They had greeted him cheerfully enough and he had been able to tell 
immediately that they had been told the more important details. He had told 
them right away that he had moved, and that he didn't want any trouble, but 
that if there was going to be any he wanted it to be right then. 

Floyd had laughed and told him that since Virginia had enjoyed herself he 
had no complaints ; and George had told him seriously that June was free to 
do as she pleased. He had been far more embarrassed than his two 
ex-neighbors and had told them that he didn't give a damn what other people 
did as long as it didn't directly concern him or his wife. 

Both men had said that they understood and that they could still be friends. 
He had said that was fine with him, but they had all known that was 
impossible. He still waved when he saw them, and a few times had stopped to 
chat with each one, but he never felt very comfort-able around them -- and 
he even got a little angry at times when he thought about them approving of 
their wives having sex with him on the chance that they might be able to 
fuck Carol. 

Ken had found that his new relationship with Carol had changed his entire 
outlook on marriage and life in general. He didn't mind getting up each 
morning and going to work, as he had before, and he had even started 
thinking about seeing if he could get a promotion without having to kiss ass 
too damned much. 

He wanted to save enough money to put down on a house as soon as possible -- 
and he and Carol had started talking about having a child. She had wanted to 
have a baby practically from the time that they had gotten married, but he 
hadn't wanted to be tied down to raising a family and hadn't wanted the 
responsibilities involved. The total sexual happiness he had been 
experiencing with Carol had somehow changed his mind about many things and 
he knew that Carol was also happier than she had ever been before. 

The apartment was on the first floor in the rear of the large building. Ken 
used his key to open the door and found that Carol had already removed the 
chain. He found her in the small kitchen making a sandwich. They usually 
went out on Friday evenings, to dinner and to a movie, but he liked to eat a 
bite and have a beer before taking a shower and dressing. 

He walked up behind her and patted her on the butt. She turned, put her arms 
around his neck, and returned his tender kiss. But as usual the feel and the 
taste of her soft, smooth lips caused him to turn the kiss into one of 
passion. Her tongue was right there to meet his and she strained against him 
when he slipped his hands down and clasped her firm ass. She was wearing a 
thin dress and panties and as he squeezed her thinly covered buttocks his 
cock began to lift into an erection. 

She broke the passionate kiss and pulled her face back, her bright blue eyes 
sparkling. "Eat your sandwich and give me a little sweet-talk and I just 
might join you in the shower." 

He grinned. "You would gladly join me without any kind of talk, hot-stuff, 
but I will say that, if you don't stop rubbing against me, I'll eat your 
sweet pussy right here and now and forget the sandwich." 

"It wouldn't be the first time," she said, smiling and slipping a hand down 
between their bodies. She grasped his stiffening cock through his clothes. 
"You had better eat some solid food to keep up your strength, though, 
because your hot-ass wife just might want two loads before going out to 
dinner." 

"You're too much," he said teasingly. "I work hard all day at the shop and 
then I have to come home and fuck and suck and be sucked practically all the 
time until it's time to go back to work." 

"You poor man," Carol said, releasing his erect penis and stepping back. She 
patted his cheek. "It's really terrible to have such a horny husband, you 
know. Always having to drop my panties and open my mouth to make sure that 
he doesn't find another equally eager female makes me glad that I am 
hot-stuff." 

"I'm glad that we can kid around without being afraid of hurting each 
other's feelings," Ken said, sitting down at the table. "I would like to get 
serious for a couple of minutes, though." 

Carol silently got a can of beer from the refrigerator, popped the top, and 
placed it on the table. Ken took a drink and started eating the thick roast 
beef sandwich. Still silent, Carol sat down across from him. He had meant to 
bring up two serious subjects, but he had been debating with himself about 
bringing up one of them. He still wasn't sure that it would be wise to 
accept the loan without interest that her parents had offered to help with a 
down payment on a house. But maybe he was trying to be too independent and 
keeping his wife from having what she wanted 

"I've decided to leave it up to you about the loan your folks offered, 
Carol. Maybe I did wrong by refusing it and if you still think we. should 
accept it will be all right with me." 

"The interest rates on property will never get any lower, Ken. We're just 
collecting worthless rent receipts now and we could at least be building up 
an equity in a house. It will be a long time before we can swing a deal on 
our own and my folks have money they don't need and aren't using." 

"Then it's settled," Ken said. 

Carol beamed. "Do you have to work tomorrow? I would like to go see the 
folks about the money right away." 

"We'll go Sunday," Ken said. "I am supposed to work tomorrow and I had 
better not take off. I've just about decided to start bucking for a 
promotion, honey. Oh, I'm not going to suck-ass for a better job, but I 
think it might be possible to get ahead without tossing too much of my pride 
out the window." 

"Don't ever do that," Carol said seriously. "Money isn't all-important, you 
know, and I've heard too many stories about what people have to do to make 
it big." 

"Don't worry, baby. I'm not the type to try and use your body to get ahead." 

"And I'm not the type to let my body be used for such a purpose," Carol 
said, standing. 

"I appreciate that fact very much," Ken said. "Just as I still appreciate 
the fact that you didn't raise hell when you found me tied to the bed." 

"Sometimes I think we owe some of our present happiness to Virginia and 
June," Carol said. "Not that I would be so forgiving if something like that 
happened again!" 

Ken finished his beer and got to his feet. His cock had lost most of its 
hardness, but he knew that it would be ready when needed. He decided to wait 
about telling Carol that it was all right with him if she wanted to stop 
practicing birth control. 

He wanted a child, maybe even two or three in the future, but he was a 
little afraid that it might put an end to their newly found sexual 
happiness. Not so much during the pregnancy, as that wouldn't put a stop to 
all forms of sex -- and he didn't look upon himself as some kind of a 
sex-nut unable to do without fucking -- but he had heard about women 
changing toward the husband after a baby was born -- 

"What's wrong, Ken? Have you changed your mind about the loan?" 

Realizing that he had been standing there staring at his lovely wife while 
lost in his thoughts, Ken smiled and said that he had just been thinking 
about how much fun he'd had even while spread-eagled and tied hand and foot. 

"Just for that you can take your shower by yourself!" 

Knowing that Carol was pretending. anger, Ken laughed and hurried from the 
kitchen. The bathroom was small, but it had a tub and a shower stall. He had 
fucked Carol in a tub almost full of water a few times and they had both 
enjoyed the novelty of it. Putting his cock in before going under the water, 
and not pulling out too far while making his thrusts, had kept the 
lubricating juices from being washed away. Each time there had been the task 
of mopping up the water that had. splashed out of the tub during the fucking 
sessions, but it had been worth the trouble. 

By the time Ken had stripped himself naked, his big cock was thrusting 
stiffly. He adjusted the spray of water until it was luke warm, then stepped 
into the tiny stall and pulled the curtain. He knew that Carol would be 
there-soon, but he wanted to get clean before she did join him. The soap 
would be used again, but mostly in a playful and exciting manner. 

Ken had soaped and scrubbed himself all over and was rinsing when Carol 
opened the curtain. She was naked and had put a bathing cap over her blonde 
hair. She squeezed into the stall and he moved over so that she could get 
under the spray and she closed the curtain. He fondled her jutting breasts 
and the nipples were erect when he turned the water off. 

He took the bar of soap and worked up a lather on her lovely taut-tipped 
mounds. She pressed her firm titties against his massaging hands and he 
licked her wet lips. She darted her tongue against his and he slipped the 
bar of soap down over her belly to her crotch. He worked up a lather by 
rubbing over her blonde bush, then put the soap on the tray. 

Cupping her crotch, he inserted a soapy finger into her tight cunt. She 
mashed her mouth to his and he accepted her tongue. He sucked on her 
slippery oral instrument while slowly finger-fucking her twat. She grabbed 
his poking cock and stroked the hard flesh while hunching along with his 
probing finger. 

He pulled his finger from her pussy, rolled it around until he had more soap 
lather on the digit, reached under, and poked against the anal button. She 
broke the feverish, tongue-sucking kiss and moaned. He pushed his soapy 
finger past the tight ring and began finger-fucking her asshole. Her eyes 
blazing, she wriggled her ass and clamped down on his pistoning finger. 

They had discovered that her rectum was very tough, as well as very 
sensitive, and he had learned to enjoy anal coition. He saw the desire 
registering in her beautiful eyes and removed his finger from her clutching 
asshole. 

He began putting a lather on his stiff cock and she turned her back to him, 
saying that it would only take a few thrusts to make her melt. He had fucked 
her before going to work that morning so he knew that he could corn-hole her 
for a minute or two without ejaculating. 

Moving back against the cool and wet wall so that Carol could bend over and 
hold onto her ankles, Ken placed the blunt end of his soapy prick against 
the puckered orifice. He felt her relax, pushed, and the crown popped in. He 
put his hands on her hips and shoved his rigid organ deep into the tight 
tunnel. She groaned and he waited a few seconds before beginning his 
thrusts. 

When he did start fucking her clinging ass-hole with rhythmic thrusts, she 
moaned with pleasure. He reached around and under and stimulated her 
stiffened clit with a soapy finger. She shuddered through an orgasm within 
thirty seconds and about the same number of thrusts. He pulled out 
immediately, before he had found it necessary to fight for control, and 
turned the spray of water back on. 

He washed his cock and Carol straightened and washed herself. They then 
embraced under the spray of water, kissed, and he turned the water off. They 
stepped out of the stall, got towels, and dried themselves in silence. His 
cock didn't lose any of its hardness. 

Carol removed the bathing cap, dropped her towel at Ken's feet, and kneeled 
before him and his jutting cock. She grasped the thick base with the thumb 
and forefinger of one hand and cupped his sperm-filled testicles with her 
other hand. She laved the flat of her tongue over the blood-engorged glans 
and Ken ran his fingers over her silky-soft blonde hair. 

She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the big knob. She twirled her tongue 
and squeezed his heavy balls. He hunched forward and drove his cockhead 
deeper into her hot mouth. She began sucking, moving her head forward and 
backward, and he listened to the hungry sucking sounds her mouth made 
sliding on the rigid wet rod. 

His young wife had really become an expert. at the art of fellatio, he 
thought. She had every nerve in his body tingling. He knew that she got 
great pleasure out of sucking his cock and didn't just do it to please him. 
He had never had his cock sucked by any other woman or girl with as much 
loving affection. He thought about telling her to go ahead and suck his dick 
to a spurting finish, but decided against it. He wanted to prong her sweet 
pussy before they went out to dinner and to a movie and he didn't want to 
ejaculate more than once before they left. 

"Let's go to the bedroom, honey." 

Carol immediately stopped sucking and pulled her mouth from Ken's throbbing 
cock. He put his hands under her smoothly shaven armpits and helped her to 
her feet. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He sat down on 
the side of the bed and let her slip to her feet. Putting his hands on her 
hips, he pulled her close and jabbed his tongue into her shallow belly 
button. 

She put her hands on his head and stroked his thick hair. He trailed his 
parted lips and darting tongue down to the edge of her soft blonde mane, 
lifted over the curly hairs, and blew his breath on the delectable cuntal 
lips. Her fingers dug into his scalp and a little gasp drifted down from the 
lips above. 

He slipped his hands inward from her hips and parted the moist and slightly 
puffy pussy lips with his thumbs. He stuck out his tongue and slithered it 
into the hot palpitating channel and lapped up to her unhooded clitoris. He 
tongued that erect organ a few times, then pulled his head back and 
suggested that they get on the bed. 

When Carol was on her back on the bed, having moved willingly and eagerly, 
Ken straddled her lovely nakedness on his hands and knees. He began feasting 
upon her beautiful breasts, tonguing and sucking one stiff nipple and then 
the other, going back and forth, taking time to kiss and lick down in the 
deep valley. 

He used his hands to caress her firm titties at the same time and she again 
stroked his head with her fingers. When he felt her apply a little pressure 
on his head, he walked backward on his hands and knees, tracing intricate 
little designs with his tongue on her slowly squirming body. 

Licking out over one of her rounded hips, he went lower and began tonguing 
her sleek inner thighs when she parted her long, shapely legs. He again went 
to her wet velvety cunt, snaked his tongue into the tight, clinging twat and 
swabbed the folds of hot, quivering flesh. 

He licked, and sucked, and gobbled, while Carol writhed her hips and moaned. 
Her hands again went to his head, her fingers digging into his scalp, and he 
went to her stiffened clit with his tongue and with his lips. Clasping her 
wriggling buttocks with his fingers, he lapped and sucked until she climaxed 
and wracking spasms seized control of her body. 

Ken kept on with his lavish oral attentions until Carol sagged limply. He 
pulled his hands from under her ass and lifted his head when she removed her 
clutching fingers. She had her eyes closed and he rested a cheek on one of 
her rounded thighs. His cock was throbbing and he was ready to start the 
thrilling trip toward his own climax, but he wanted to give his darling wife 
a chance to recover from her spasmodic orgasm. 

"We're really two very lucky people, aren't we, Ken?" 

He lifted his head and met Carol's bright blue eyes. "Yes, and since I have 
an idea that our marriage is going to last a long, long time, honey, I want 
to leave something else up to you." 

"Let me guess," she said, smiling happily. 

"All right," he said, knowing that she knew what he meant, happy because 
even their minds seemed to be in perfect harmony. 

"I won't take another pill," Carol said. "I know that you're afraid things 
might change after our baby is born, Ken, but please don't worry about that. 
There will be some changes, of course, but not where sex is concerned. Not 
on my part, anyway. Maybe you will change when you become a proud father and 
--" 

"Never," Ken cut in, lifting and moving up to bury his pulsating prick. He 
met her eyes as she reached down to do the guiding. "We are very lucky, 
baby, but we have also worked at creating our happiness. Not that this is 
work, of course!" 

He had buried his throbbing cock in her clasping cunt. She put her arms 
around his neck, pulled his mouth to hers, and moved along with his slow 
thrusts. He felt that she was agreeing with his words in the best of all 
possible ways -- and he hoped that their luck and their happiness would go 
on and on and on. 


THE END
