A Foursome Of Neighbors
by Bill Randolph
LB-1376


CHAPTER ONE

Arlene Hall gave her long black hair a final blast 
of hot air with her hand-held dryer, then grabbed 
the brush off the bathroom counter. She brushed her
silky curls in an automatic rhythm while gazing at 
her nice, big tits in the mirror. Not bad, she 
thought with cool appraisal, especially for a 
twenty-eight-year-old married lady.
She continued her examination with a critical, 
objective eye, gradually scanning down over her 
flat belly to the coal-black cluster of cunt-fur. 
She stepped away from the mirror enough to check 
out her thighs, then turned to view the fatless 
backs of her legs and the firm roundness of her 
ass. She couldn't help but be pleased with what she
saw. The jogging she'd begun a couple of years ago 
was well worth the sacrifice, and every time she 
stood in front of her bathroom mirror naked or 
caught the appreciative murmurs and whistles of 
passing men on the street, that notion was strongly
reaffirmed. No doubt about it, she told herself. 
Joe, her husband of six years, was one lucky son of
a bitch!
She stepped from the bathroom and padded across the
adjoining master bedroom to her closet. She grabbed
a purple silk robe and draped it loosely around her
shoulders.
She stepped into her heeled slippers and made her 
way out of the bedroom, humming a romantic tune 
that'd been in her mind since hearing it earlier on
the radio.
Arlene strolled into the kitchen and began stacking
the breakfast dishes. Now she regretted that she'd 
taken time out to bathe, but she'd always looked 
for excuses to put off doing her normal household 
chores. Washing, dusting and sweeping weren't big 
hits with her, and again she sighed as she 
daydreamed of having a maid to take care of such 
mundane work. Maybe next year, she told herself as 
she finished clearing the dinette. Maybe Joe's 
promotion would come through and there'd be enough 
extra money to allow a few perks like a once-a-week
maid.
The knock on the kitchen door came just as she'd 
finished loading the dishwasher.
She straightened and gasped as she glanced at Larry
Martin's lewd gaze through the French door. At the 
same moment, she realized her robe was open, 
revealing most of her fleshy, huge tits and a 
sliver of her dark cunt patch. She jerked the robe 
around her tightly and clutched the folds before 
approaching the door.
"How long have you been standing there getting your
eyes full?" she snapped as she opened the door.
"Long enough to see plenty that's real nice," he 
quipped.
She ushered him inside and couldn't help but smirk.
His eyes fastened on her luscious tits and Arlene 
felt a quiver of excitement rushed through her. 
Larry was a harmless flirt who'd moved next door 
six months ago. He was twenty and the happy groom 
of sweet, sexy eighteen-year-old Cathy. They made a
cute couple, and Arlene welcomed them as close 
neighbors because, even though they were several 
years younger, at least the newlyweds were closer 
in age to Arlene and Joe than most of their other 
neighbors.
"Well, put your eyes back in their sockets, 
buster!" Arlene giggled as she poured her young 
neighbor a cup of coffee. "I'll have to tell Cathy 
that her husband is getting eye-strain on used 
goods."
"Mmmmm, that ain't all that's straining," he 
chuckled, letting his eyes travel up and down 
Arlene's lush body while rubbing a hand near his 
crotch. "Used or not, still looks pretty good to 
me!"
"You're impossible, Larry!" she chided, making an 
aloof gesture of dismissal even though she felt her
cheeks blush a light red. Her pulse quickened, but 
she tried to ignore it. "Are you such a comic at 
home with Cathy?"
"Well, she laughs a lot," he said with a sheepish 
grin, taking the coffee cup she offered and letting
his fingers graze over hers. "And so far, I ain't 
heard no complaints."
Arlene laughed and moved away, sitting at the 
dinette. She crossed her legs and carefully kept 
the folds of her robe in place, covering her creamy
thighs and blocking the young man's lewd view.
Larry was in business for himself as a painting 
contractor, but things were slow and he was 
currently doing handyman chores around the 
neighborhood. His wife was working full time at a 
dress shop in the nearby mall and, lately, Arlene 
had become accustomed to sharing midmorning coffee 
with her restless young neighbor. But today was 
different for two reasons. Larry's usual flirting 
banter was especially intense today, and Arlene 
silently scolded herself for being so careless as 
to be prancing around semi-nude when he'd arrived. 
She felt responsible for luring the nice young man,
and she certainly hadn't schemed to arouse her 
newly wedded neighbor. Besides, she felt a special 
sisterly warmth toward Larry's wife, Cathy. Already
she felt a little guilty about giving Larry such a 
lewd view of her body while Cathy was at work. 
Larry's current visit had been more or less 
scheduled. He was supposed to fix a leak in the 
bathroom sink.
Arlene cleared her throat and hurriedly tried to 
change the direction of their conversation. "I 
think the leak is getting worse."
"It happens," he said with a grin and a shrug, 
helping himself to the chair across from her. "You 
let something go, and first thing you know you've 
got a regular flood on your hands."
"Well, it's a good thing I've got you to fix it for
me before it gets that bad,"
she responded. "I feel lucky having such a handy 
neighbor. Joe isn't much of a fixer-upper."
"Joe doesn't have to be with a lady like you 
waiting for him," he said.
"Stop it, Larry," she said, pouring him more coffee
and using the opportunity to stroll toward the den.
"You're embarrassing me. And you're being silly. 
And besides, I've got to vacuum before the floods 
come. Might as well have clean carpets when they 
ruin."
Larry laughed good-naturedly and stood. "All right,
sexy," he said. "I can take a hint. I'll get to 
work on that sink and save your carpets. Just 
promise me that you'll stick close by. You inspire 
me, honey. Watching you will help me work faster 
and better."
"You're crazy!" she said as she went into the den 
and began straightening the magazines that 
cluttered the lamp table at the end of the sofa. 
"At this rate, I just hope you aren't charging me 
by the hour."
Larry murmured something as he headed toward the 
bathroom, and Arlene glimpsed her cute young 
neighbor strolling by, carrying his tool box and 
flashing her another lewd leer. The curvaceous 
brunette housewife tried to put troubling thoughts 
from her mind and busy herself with dusting and 
cleaning. She worked furiously, postponing the 
realization that perhaps Larry was really coming on
to her. There was certainly no mistaking the lusty 
gleam in his eyes as he'd stared at her tits and 
satiny flesh. And she no longer could forget the 
telling bulge she'd glimpsed tenting his pants fly.
He'd been sporting a real boner of a hard-on back 
there in the kitchen, and Arlene was shocked with 
herself for feeling a growing heat between her 
legs.
She'd never taken Larry's flirty jokes and raunchy 
comments seriously before today.
Of course, most of their previous meetings had been
in the safe company of both her husband and his 
wife. And since Larry had been coming over most 
mornings for coffee and harmless chatter, she'd 
probably started something today by appearing 
before him in her sexy, loose-fitting robe. What 
was I thinking about? she asked herself as she 
emptied an ashtray and replaced it near the TV.
Thoughts swirled through her mind as she went 
through the automatic motions of cleaning. She'd 
never cheated on Joe in all the years of their 
marriage. Maybe she'd been tempted a couple of 
times, but she reasoned those fleeting urges had 
been more fantasy exercising than anything 
seriously considered. She had a good life with Joe 
and she loved him just as much now as when they 
were first married.
Sure, there had been some trying times, both 
financially and emotionally. But nothing had 
seriously come between her and Joe, and Arlene felt
confident her husband was as equally true to her.
She couldn't deny feeling flattered by Larry's 
lusty attention. He was, after all, married to a 
sexy blonde of eighteen, and that he would have a 
hard-on for the older Arlene only added to Arlene's
pride.
But there was more bubbling inside Arlene as she 
contemplated the strange happenings of this 
morning. Larry had a boyish charm that made her 
pussy tingle. He sure didn't seem as threatening as
an older man would have. Hell, he was really not 
much more than a kid. He was just starting out, 
having it tough while his child-bride worked to 
help meet the mortgage payments and the grocery 
bills. In fact, Arlene could well remember the 
earlier years of her marriage and such vivid images
made young Larry seem even less threatening. She 
wasn't worried about Larry and his brash flirting 
and leering glares. What worried her was the 
increasingly warm wetness oozing through her pussy 
now even as she thought about the young stud 
working so diligently on the sink.
"You're even a knockout when you work," Larry said 
lightly, his voice startling Arlene and causing her
to jerk around and face her young neighbor as he 
stood just inside of the den.
"Larry! I didn't hear you," she said. "All 
finished?"
He nodded slowly as his eyes once again leveled on 
her tits. And Arlene gasped as she realized her 
robe had fallen open, again revealing her lush 
nudity. She clutched the robe tight around her and 
felt her face blush.
"Don't do that, Arlene," he said, his voice 
suddenly low and deep. "Your body is too pretty to 
cover up."
Arlene giggled nervously and stepped back as Larry 
approached her. "Larry," she said haltingly. "I'm 
sorry I'm acting like such a bimbo. God knows what 
you're thinking, but "
"You know what I'm thinking," he rasped, coming 
closer. "But do you know last night when Cathy and 
I were fucking, I was thinking about you?"
"Larry!" she gasped.
"It's true," he whispered. "I kept picturing you 
and wondering what it'd be like having your big 
tits crushed under my chest and your legs wrapped 
around me. My cock pounding your pussy "
"Larry! This is crazy!" she said. "You know it! 
We've got to stop this right now.
You've got to think about Cathy, and I've got Joe 
to "
"Got nothing to do with this, Arlene, and you know 
it," he rasped, now standing in front of her, his 
eyes locked on her heaving tits.
Her heart pounded with excitement and she felt 
herself tingle all over. Hot flashes seared between
her legs, and she felt the juice seep out of her 
cunt. She tried to step around her intense young 
neighbor, but he stopped her. His hand squeezed her
shoulder as he pulled her against him. His lips 
brushed hers and his free hand went down to her 
crotch.
"Larry..." she whispered, his name lingering on her
parted lips as he flicked his tongue lightly just 
inside her mouth. "This isn't right for us."
"You know it is," he said, wedging his hand inside 
the folds of her robe and touching her naked pussy 
for the first time. "Mmmmm, your cunt-hair is like 
mink fur. Jesus, you're hot!"
"Please, Larry," she moaned, but made no effort to 
break their intimate embrace. In truth, the touch 
of his exploring fingers on her pussy was sending 
shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. Sparks
were flying in her cunt and she couldn't stop the 
warm trickle of pussy-nectar seeping down from the 
hot cavern of her fuck-hole.
Her clit was throbbing into stiff erection, aching 
with the need to be tweaked, stroked and petted. 
She couldn't stop the pleasure now sweeping through
her, consuming her and totally controlling her. She
wilted against her young neighbor and swooned.
She held her breath as he slowly fondled her curly 
cunt-muff. He then pressed his lips hard against 
hers and stabbed his tongue passionately into her 
mouth. He wrapped his other arm around her waist 
and held her tightly against him. Finally, Arlene 
had to surrender to the steamy demands of her own 
body and needs. Regardless of the consequences, she
knew she wanted this as much as Larry.
She threw her arms around her young neighbor and 
spread her legs invitingly for his caressing 
fingers. She returned his kisses, plowing her own 
tongue deep into his mouth as she pressed her 
fleshy tits against his chest. There was no turning
back, and Arlene had to admit that she was glad.
Larry slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it
flutter to the floor behind her feet. At the same 
time, Arlene deftly lowered her hands behind Larry 
and caressed his trim, firm ass through his jeans. 
She shuddered with delight and groaned throatily as
he quickly planted a hot kiss on her naked 
shoulder. He then directed his lips toward her huge
tits and swirled his tongue around her jutting, 
rubbery pink nipples.
As he continued to nibble on her tits, the intense 
passion inside Arlene scalded her senses. She felt 
weightless, swept away by the tidal wave of passion
coursing through her.
"Don't stop," she murmured breathlessly, clutching 
at Larry even as he backed her across the den 
toward the sofa. "Don't stop!"
He kept his mouth glued to her tits, moving 
frantically from one to the other, sucking and 
licking and biting. He made her squeal and gasp and
pant as he devoured her luscious tits and nipples. 
And all the while, Arlene shuddered and trembled as
her lust overflowed.
"Boy, I've wanted to do this for a long time," 
Larry rasped without taking his mouth off her tit. 
"So sexy and beautiful! Damn! I've got to fuck 
you."
"Oooohhh, Larry!" she gasped. "Hurry, Larry! Do it 
before I change my mind."
But Arlene knew the threat of changing her mind was
a feeble ploy. Nothing now could make her back out 
of the inevitable. She really wanted Larry's cock 
inside her hot pussy. She craved it. And she 
thrilled as her young neighbor suddenly pushed 
himself up and hastily began to strip beside the 
sofa. She watched eagerly as he undressed, then 
gasped with raw excitement when his prick finally 
burst into view. It stood out like a meaty club, 
thick and long and throbbing straight at her as if 
drawn to her.
She panted as he climbed over her waiting body. She
quivered feverishly as he mounted her and she 
sighed deeply when their bodies finally met.
"I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked 
before," he promised, nibbling her tits and shoving
his prick-knob against her creamy cunt-lips. "I'm 
gonna spoil you, Arlene!"
"Oooooh, Larry, don't tease me now," she hissed, 
bucking her hips against the sofa, heaving her 
hungry pussy against his bulbous cockhead. "Fuck 
me, Larry! Fuck me now! Oh shit, I need that 
monster cock of yours!"
"Is it bigger than Joe's?" he whispered with a sly 
wink.
The mention of her husband momentarily stalled 
Arlene's churning passion. A sliver of guilt knifed
through her, chilling her briefly. Then she had to 
nod. It was true. Joe's prick was normal-sized. But
Larry's cock was so big, very thick and now rockhard. 
Just as quickly the horny housewife forgot 
all about her husband and any guilty feelings. The 
maddening tease of Larry's bloated cock-head 
nudging her puffy, wet cunt-lips was driving her 
insane. Hot lust burned her pussy and jarred her 
nerves. She had to have Larry's monster prick 
wedged to the limit inside her dripping pussy. She 
craved having her cunt-walls tested by this massive
slab of fuck-meat. She couldn't wait any longer.
She gave an animal-like growl as she threw her 
shapely legs around his hips and waist. At the same
time, she bounced her ass up off the sofa and threw
her pussy at his prick-knob. Her syrupy pussy-lips 
clutched the fat knob and her greedy pussy 
literally sucked up Larry's mammoth cock.
Her guttural growl continued as his big prick-shaft
sank all the way into her slick fuck-hole. He 
penetrated her fully and their bodies crashed 
together with a resounding smash of flesh-on-flesh.
The incredible sensations bombarded Arlene and she 
almost fainted.
"Aaahhhhh, Larry!" she cried out. "Your cock is so 
big! Oooohhh, yyyeeaaahhh! Fuck me! Fuck 
mmmeeeeee!"
He bucked and heaved and began stroking his prick 
into her cunt. Her flowing juices welled up and 
drenched his fuck-meat as she writhed beneath him 
and met each and every one of his brutal fuckstrokes.
His full, bloated balls slapped against her ass, 
and Arlene wailed as the ecstasy engulfed her. Her 
pussy convulsed and it was like her fuck-hole was 
being turned inside-out. The blistering invasion of
his enormous fuck-meat rattled her senses and 
brought her to three fast, intense climaxes. Her 
shrieking cries rang through the house as the 
joyous pleasure consumed her.
She squeezed her legs around this bucking bronco of
a stud and savored the sweet, tingling vibrations 
of his sturdy prick grazing her stiff clit and 
filling her spasming fuck-tunnel.
He blasted a gusher of hot jizz into her body, 
drowning her pussy-hole. His mighty cock leaped 
inside her as the thick, pulpy waves of his come 
filled her, and Arlene loved it. And as her pussy 
milked his spurting cock, the horny housewife 
kicked her legs up in the air, corkscrewed her ass 
on the sofa and treated herself to the most 
exquisite orgasm she'd ever had.
Finally, Larry collapsed on her. Arlene clung to 
his sweaty, strong body and giggled sexily as he 
continued to twitch his ass and thrust his 
softening prick into her clutching cunt-channel.
Even in the hazy afterglow of their intense, 
impulsive fucking, Arlene had no regrets. There was
no room for guilty feelings amid the wondrous 
ecstasy still dancing over her senses and tweaking 
the innermost depths of her sated pussy.
CHAPTER TWO
Arlene avoided Cathy Martin for the next couple of 
days, even though her desire to see Larry was 
growing by the minute. The raunchy fuck with Larry 
had seemed to trigger her horny impulses and 
instead of soothing the brunette's sexy appetite, 
Arlene now seemed addicted to cock Larry's cock in 
particular.
Arlene kept telling herself she wasn't avoiding 
Cathy because of guilt feelings, yet Arlene wasn't 
anxious to be in such an awkward place.
Cathy had indeed become like a little sister to 
Arlene, but that relaxed, cozy relationship with 
the younger woman seemed distasteful to Arlene now 
that she'd fucked Cathy's husband. Arlene thought 
to continue hanging around with Cathy would somehow
suggest a serious betrayal of the younger woman's 
friendship.
Still, there was Larry's big cock to think about. 
It made Arlene's pussy steam just remembering the 
way he'd fucked her. The more Arlene thought about 
it, the more she reasoned her little impulsive fuck
with Larry wasn't really hurting Cathy.
Working up her nerve, Arlene finally decided the 
day had come to go next door.
After all, she didn't see Cathy's car in the 
driveway, and there was always the chance she'd 
find Larry all by himself. Perhaps, the horny 
brunette told herself as she walked through her 
neighbor's back yard, the opportunity would be 
available for her and Larry to pick up where they'd
left off the other day.
Arlene was approaching the back porch when she 
heard a strange sound coming from the den. She 
hesitated, then stepped toward the den window, 
being careful not to let herself be seen by anyone 
inside the house. She leaned toward the edge of the
picture window and peered into the spacious den.
For a moment Arlene wasn't sure what to make of the
shadowy images she glimpsed.
Then, after blinking and leaning closer, she had to
gasp in startled surprise.
There was now no mistaking what she saw, and the 
erotic image made her pulse quicken and her heart 
race. Larry and Cathy were naked on the sofa.
Her first thought was to back away quickly and slip
away before being detected, but the lewd spectacle 
gave her such a horny ache in her cunt and tits and
she experienced such a raw pleasure in peeking in 
on the lusty young couple that she couldn't force 
herself away.
A second later Arlene discovered she could hear 
snatches of the loving couple's sexy conversation. 
A glance told Arlene that the nearby back door was 
open, and the lover's sounds were being carried 
easily on the breezy wind that lazily billowed into
the house.
"Oh, damn, Larry!" Cathy suddenly cooed, reaching 
for her husband's rigid prick.
"I've got to suck that big cock of yours. I wanna 
suck the come right out of your balls and drink it 
all down!"
Larry snickered and gave his wife's enormous tits a
playful squeeze and tweak.
"What the hell's stopping you, hon?" he rasped. 
"That's what this fucker is for."
Giggling happily, Cathy slid off the sofa and knelt
on the floor between Larry's spread feet. 
Immediately, Arlene rose to her tiptoes to see over
Cathy's bobbing head just as the younger woman 
gobbled up Larry's stiff cock. A hot rush of breath
escaped the brunette's mouth as she strained to see
all of the steamy action.
Cathy's fingers wrapped around her husband's prick 
at the fat base as she began flicking her tongue 
over his bulbous cock-knob. She lapped at the shiny
crown with her wet tongue-tip, wriggling her tongue
like a striking snake and making Larry squirm on 
the sofa as he dropped his hands to his wife's head
and began stroking her blonde curls.
"Shit, nobody in the world sucks cock like you, 
hon!" Arlene heard Larry puff as his big cock 
heaved under Cathy's teasing tongue and nibbling 
lips. "Don't ever stop! You make my balls crawl the
way you whip my cock with that tongue of yours! I 
love it more every time!"
"Mmmmm!" Cathy moaned as she worked feverishly, now
licking her husband's fuck-meat up and down, 
tracing her wet tongue over the purple veins so 
prominently ribbing the cock-shaft.
Meanwhile, Arlene couldn't ignore the intense heat 
sizzling her pussy. Watching the action was getting
her hot and wet, and she momentarily fought the 
overwhelming urge to stick a finger inside her 
shorts and stroke her tingling clit. Her tits were 
throbbing and her nipples were suddenly like itchy 
points of sensitive rubber demanding her attention,
but nothing would let her take her eyes off the 
sight that was stimulating her to this passionate 
level. She shifted her weight, striving always to 
get an even better view of the raunchy scene, and 
she was just in time to see Cathy lower a hand to 
Larry's bulging balls.
Cathy began massaging her husband's balls, letting 
her fluttering fingers tickle and tease the hairy, 
leathery bag while she went to work with her lips 
on his throbbing cock-shaft. She started again at 
the tip of his cock-head and slowly nibbled her way
down to the hairy base just above where her fingers
were busy fondling his balls.
As she continued to watch, a strange conflict 
tugged at Arlene. She felt more than a flicker of 
jealousy, especially as Larry kept praising his 
wife's marvelous cocksucking talents. At the same 
time, Arlene certainly wouldn't have minded being 
in Cathy's place right now. She could almost feel 
the pleasure of Larry's huge prick wobbling against
her licking tongue and smooching lips. She knew 
also what she'd be doing if that was her cock to 
swallow, and she wished Cathy would stop her 
lingering, teasing tongue-tickles. She wanted to 
see Cathy deep-throat the massive slab of fuckmeat. 
She wanted to hear Larry's pleased grunts and
watch him jab his prick up against Cathy's sucking 
mouth. She wanted to see Larry's cock spew jizz 
down the young blonde's throat. But what she wanted
most of all right now was to be the one getting the
splashing load roaring into her mouth, over her own
flicking tongue and down her own throat, scorching 
her tonsils with its salty-sweet flavor.
Arlene's excitement suddenly mounted as she heard 
Larry whisper, "That's enough of that, hon! You 
know what I like! Get on with it!"
But her eyes widened and she had to stifle another 
gasp as she saw Cathy dip her head farther down. A 
second later she saw the sexy young blonde wife 
take her husband's balls into her mouth.
"Ooohhh, that's it, hon!" Larry rasped, falling 
back against the sofa cushions and spreading his 
legs even wider. "Give my balls a good spit bath! 
Aaahhh, yyeeaahhh!
Suck 'em nice and easy!"
Arlene practically banged her face against the 
glass of the picture window in her excitement and 
frantic effort to get an even better view. Then she
had to pull away briefly and brace herself against 
the brick walls, gasping and panting as she faced 
the back yard. Her pussy was on fire and her tits 
were throbbing with a maddening sizzle of arousal. 
She had to finally pinch her nipples through her 
light blouse, squeeze them and roll them between 
her fingertips as her horny zeal threatened to 
overtake her control. Her long, tanned legs shook 
and trembled and she suddenly glanced around to 
make sure a neighbor wasn't spying on her much as 
she'd been spying on Larry and Cathy.
Satisfied she wasn't being watched, Arlene again 
turned to view back inside the den. She squatted 
and squeezed her thighs against her twitching cunt
lips. Her fuck-hole was soupy with her juices and 
she knew all it would take to bring her to a 
shattering orgasm at the very moment was to stick a
finger into the mushy hole.
She punished herself by not resorting to such an 
action and, instead, gazed in on the action once 
more.
By now, Larry was groaning and his handsome face 
was contorted in a grimace of pure ecstasy. He was 
squirming his ass on the sofa and spreading his 
legs wider and wider, letting his hungry wife 
gobble up his balls. At the same time, Cathy was 
doing her part perfectly and eagerly. The horny 
young blonde wife was devouring Larry's balls and 
rocking her head from side to side while keeping 
his precious male eggs trapped in the protective 
warmth of her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned as she 
feasted on his balls, and she kept her hands active
stroking his towering fuck-pole.
How did such a young, innocent-acting girl like 
Cathy learn to do such raunchy, wild things? The 
question and thought seared through Arlene's mind 
as she continued watching and feeling her own pussy
smolder in the raw heat of her lusty arousal.
Her clit was trembling and her juices were flowing 
out over her puffy cunt-lips.
Still she couldn't pry her eyes away from the hot 
action.
Suddenly, the blonde eased her lips off Larry's 
balls and glanced up into his happy face. She 
smacked her lips and giggled as he sighed and gave 
her tits a feeble squeeze.
"I know you like it when I tongue your ass, 
sweetie," Cathy murmured, "But my pussy is churning
something fierce and I just don't think I can wait 
till you fuck me."
"Sure, hon!" Larry gasped. "Just give my cock a 
good long kiss then get that hot pussy of yours up 
here. I always aim to please."
Cathy dropped her wet lips and hot mouth down on 
Larry's swollen fuck-knob. She sucked his huge 
prick into her mouth in one steady gulp, and Arlene
marveled at the sight of Larry's fuck-stalk 
disappearing inch by inch inside the blonde's lips.
Cathy then bobbed her head up and down, dragging 
the wet ring of her lips the length of his fuckmeat 
a couple of times before abruptly letting his 
cock-knob pop out of her mouth. She then rose up in
one motion, straddled her husband's lap and 
positioned her pussy above his enormous cock-head.
Larry gripped his wife's hips, squeezed her shapely
asscheeks and guided her down onto his rigid prick.
From Arlene's vantage point behind the couple, the 
view was wonderfully enticing. She watched in 
riveted attention as the blonde's ass seemed to 
spread down over Larry's stiff cock. She saw the 
wisp of furry cunt-patch cover Larry's cock-knob. 
She saw Cathy throw her head back and heard the 
blonde growl an animal-like moan of timeless 
pleasure as the prick-knob split apart her creamy 
cunt-lips and plugged the socket of her pussy 
passage.
The blonde's growl became a hissing shriek as Cathy
suddenly sat down flush on Larry's fuck-meat. And 
in that instant, Arlene couldn't stop herself from 
frantically unbuttoning her shorts and probing her 
own soupy pussy with her fingers.
As she played her fingers up and down her slimy 
cunt, Arlene again focused on the real action 
inside. She saw Cathy lean forward and push her 
huge tits into Larry's eager face. She watched as 
Larry gobbled up the luscious melons while 
continuing to squeeze and fondle her asscheeks.
Gradually Cathy began to lift herself up, and 
Arlene had a near-perfect view of Larry's prick 
reappearing. When Cathy reached the top of Larry's 
cock, the blonde again sat back down with a throaty
squeal. And now there was no hesitation or 
lingering grace to their fucking. The horny blonde 
wife began bouncing up and down on her husband's 
fuck-meat. Her big tits flopped wildly and never 
for long, escaped Larry's grasping lips and hungry 
mouth. At the same time, Larry inched his hands 
around his wife's luscious asscheeks until he'd 
pried a finger into her asscrack.
Arlene, in wide-eyed wonderment watched as Larry 
poked a finger into his wife's shitter and began 
bucking his cock up into her squeezing fuck-hole. 
The sexy couple moved together in a practiced 
rhythm now, their lusty movements coming together 
with the up-and-down swaying even in the crazy 
tempo of their furious fucking.
And all the while, Arlene was shamelessly 
masturbating, drilling her own finger in and out of
her dripping cunt and bringing herself closer to an
explosive climax.
The sounds of heated grunts and groans and pants 
and squeals easily blocked any passionate gasps 
Arlene uttered as she finger-fucked her own pussy. 
She could almost imagine her pussy getting stuffed 
with Larry's cock right now instead of merely 
watching Cathy bounce up and down on it. And at the
same time, the wanton brunette already sensed 
nothing short of the real thing could bring her the
total satisfaction her hot, steamy cunt now 
demanded.
Shrill cries came from the den as Cathy's entire 
lovely body trembled. With her husband's cock 
banging up into her pussy and his finger drilling 
her asshole, she was quickly in the marvelous 
throes of a passion-searing orgasm that rocked her 
to and fro on his lap. Her fleshy tits covered his 
face as her climax erupted inside her depths and as
her pussy-nectar flowed in visible rivulets down 
Larry's fuck-meat and over his balls.
Seconds later, Larry gave a guttural groan and his 
big body seemed to heave up off the sofa. He plowed
his prick deep into his wife's flexing, convulsing 
fuck-hole and blasted his thick load straight into 
her womb.
The sexy couple clung to each other as their 
pleasure enveloped them. Amid their mutual jerking 
and twitching motions, Arlene made herself push 
away from the big window and scampered across the 
back yard toward her own house, all the while 
buttoning her shorts and trying to calm the pulsing
frenzy that'd overtaken her hot cunt.
She barged into her house through the back door and
stopped in a sudden jolt as her husband turned from
the refrigerator and gazed at her.
"What the shit?" Joe Hall said, taking in the view 
of his wife. "You look like you've been running a 
marathon."
Arlene's mind reeled as she struggled to compose 
herself. She couldn't tell how she looked, and she 
only hoped her appearance wasn't too wild. She 
managed a weak grin as she grabbed a glass from the
counter and stalled for time by filling it with 
water. She sipped the drink then glanced over her 
shoulder at Joe.
"Chased by a dog," she finally managed to gasp. 
"Damn thing scared the hell out of me."
"Oh?" Joe said, turning again to the refrigerator 
and pulling a beer out. "Sounds exciting. Things 
like that happen often around here during the day?"
Arlene smiled and began to regain her composure. 
She sipped more water, then replaced the glass on 
the counter. She started strolling by her husband 
to make her escape from him and the kitchen.
"Well, some days are wilder than others," she 
quipped. "You just never know."
He grabbed her hand and stopped her in mid-step.
"Must be some dog," he said, a slow grin spreading 
across his lips.
She saw his gaze lower to her crotch and Arlene 
froze with panic. She followed her husband's gaze 
and saw that she'd missed a crucial button on her 
shorts. A hint of her thick pussy-bush was visible.
Now what? she asked herself in hopeless 
desperation.
CHAPTER THREE
Joe wasn't exactly threatening, but he also showed 
no sign of letting her off the hook. He gazed at 
her, obviously expecting an answer. And Arlene just
let fly with the first thing that popped into her 
head and out of her mouth.
"I was trying on clothes at Miriam's down the 
street," Arlene said, hoping to sound casual as she
reached down and with an embarrassed little chuckle
buttoned her shorts. "Guess I just got a little 
lazy after slipping clothes on and off for more 
than an hour."
"Mmmm. No wonder that dog tried to attack you," Joe
said, a slight sneer curving his lips. "With that 
bait, you were lucky it wasn't a pit bull. Or, 
better yet, one of the two-legged dogs I could name
around here."
Arlene snickered bravely and again tried to pass by
her husband and escape from him and the kitchen. 
This time she made it and was halfway to the 
bedroom before she heard Joe coming up behind her. 
She held her breath and struggled to keep herself 
calm.
"Didn't find anything you liked?" he said, stepping
behind her into the bedroom.
"What?" she asked, trying to understand his 
question.
"The clothes at Miriam's," he said, moving toward 
the bed and stretching out across the foot of the 
king-sized mattress.
"Oh," she said, relieved. "Not really. You know 
Miriam. I think the woman has kept her high school 
prom dress for these last forty years. She never 
throws away anything."
"Well, that's too bad," Joe said, getting her 
attention with a wink. He drained the beer he was 
carrying, then stretched to place the empty can on 
the nightstand. "I know you'd like to have 
something new."
Arlene shrugged and faced her opened closet. She 
tried to stop finding double meanings to everything
her husband said. She was getting more 
uncomfortable and she felt the back of her neck 
become hot as a mild blush swept over her face. 
Panic was resurfacing as she continued to measure 
her words and actions.
"I'm not complaining," she said at last. "Maybe 
that'll change," he said after several seconds of 
silence.
"I'm sure it will, darling," she responded 
absently, pulling a cotton dress off the hanger and
draping it over her arm. "Think I'll take a shower 
and change."
Joe chuckled throatily. "I thought you'd had your 
fill of changing clothes?"
She shrugged and slowly turned to face him, her 
mind reeling as she struggled to find the proper 
response this time. She grinned weakly.
"You're just too logical, daring," she purred. "Men
will never understand women. We aren't so logical."
She turned again toward the bathroom. "I'll just be
a minute."
"You're acting weird, Arlene," he snapped, sitting 
up on the bed, his eyes boring into her face. "You 
seem nervous. Jumpy. You know?"
"I'm sorry, darling," she said, hesitating before 
taking another step. Panic was beginning to soar 
inside her as her heart began to hammer inside her 
chest.
"You know what I think?" he said. "I think there's 
a good reason why you're so tense and uptight. I 
think you're horny, Arlene. I think you just need a
good, hard fucking."
She let her breath out with a low sigh. She turned 
to face her husband again as a genuine smile spread
over her face. The relief was real.
"Maybe you're right," she cooed, taking a few 
tentative steps toward him on the bed.
His eyes sparkled with a familiar lewd interest as 
she approached.
"Maybe I should do something about that?" he 
rasped, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
"Now that's a great idea, Joe," she said, dropping 
the dress to the floor and starting to unbutton her
shorts.
They peeled off their clothes quickly, urgently, 
and Arlene was thrilled by this sweet diversion. It
also mattered greatly that she was really horny and
there was certainly no need for her to play-act 
about that.
She tumbled with her naked husband across the big 
bed, their bodies entangling as they rolled 
together in their embrace. All it took was one 
whiff of her steamy, juice-soaked cunt to convince 
Joe how right he'd been about his wife's fierce 
need for fucking. And Arlene was all too eager to 
represent her previous nervousness as that reason.
Joe caressed her face and hair and murmured sexy 
words she loved to hear. It was all so familiar 
with Joe, but she wasn't complaining. She'd had a 
narrow escape, and now she sure wasn't going to 
bitch because Joe was like common territory.
She breathed deeply and with real pleasure as Joe 
fondled her big tits. He pinched her nipples and 
she yelped in horny glee. She reached down between 
them and found his throbbing cock and big, meaty 
balls. She massaged his prick and balls and loved 
the way the hot slab of fuck-meat danced against 
her naked thighs.
She trembled with arousal as he began biting at her
pink, stiff nipples. She squealed a shrill cry of 
pure lust as she frantically scrambled above him 
and began to mount his cock. Joe grinned and gladly
surrendered to his wife's urgent actions.
"You've really been needing this, haven't you, 
baby?" he hissed, teasing her by moving his prick
knob up and down her slick cunt-slit.
"Yes, yyyeesss!" she hissed, rubbing her bushy 
pussy back and forth over her husband's spongy 
cock-head, trembling mightily with every movement 
and delicious tingle of friction.
She raised her ass, then jerked her hips and 
pelvis, trying desperately to capture his cockhead 
in her cunt, but he was too fast for her. He kept 
squirming away from her attack, letting her weave 
and wobble atop him. Then, finally, with a throaty 
squeal of need, she gripped the base of his prick 
with both hands, steadied his cock-shaft and sat 
down squarely on his mushroom shaped knob.
They both groaned as she impaled herself on his 
fuck-meat. She rested just a second or two with her
round, firm ass pressing on his balls and upper 
thighs. Then she had to move. She rocked to and fro
and hugged herself to him, clinging to his 
shoulders as her pussy muscles flexed against his 
imbedded prick-shaft.
The trapped cock was like a burning log wedged up 
inside her, and her grateful pussy instantly began 
milking away at the sturdy cock-shaft. Her cuntchannel 
was like a starving void at last unleashed 
to gobble up the satisfying length of his prickmeat.
"Shit! Take it easy, baby!" Joe chuckled, flicking 
his tongue out at her jiggling tits that played 
across his face. "I don't want to come so fast. 
Just relax. We've got plenty of time."
"I can't help it, Joe!" she squealed, beginning to 
bounce up and down on his prick while her mind 
flashed the sensuous images of what she'd seen 
earlier next door.
She kept seeing glimpses of Cathy bouncing up and 
down on Larry's big prick, the blonde's fleshy 
melon-like tits jiggling over Larry's face. And 
while her mind was erotically occupied, her body 
was teeming with the tingling pleasures of her own 
husband's very real prick bucking up into her 
spasming cunt-hole.
Suddenly, Joe gripped her hips in a vise-like 
clench. He twisted roughly and she began to topple 
to one side. At the same time, Joe pushed himself 
up and over,
landing on top of Arlene with his prick wedged to 
the hilt inside her steamy fuck-hole. He lay on top
of her, gasping and stalling.
"I told you I wasn't ready to come," he hissed, 
nipping at her tits with his lips and teeth.
He kept his cock buried inside her cunt without 
moving. And as Arlene's cunt-walls quivered and 
spasmed against his fuck-meat, the horny brunette 
trembled from head to toe and moaned in a mixture 
of frustration and delight.
"Oh, Joe, ooohhhhh!" she cooed, arching her back 
and rubbing her cunt against his pelvic bone as her
cunt muscles squeezed his prick. "Aaaahhhh, 
darling! Fuck me hard and fast!
Don't make me wait! Don't make me beg! I need it so
much!"
"You cock-crazy slut!" he snickered, biting one of 
her nipples and making her squeal happily. "I guess
this is why I love you so much. You never can get 
enough of this. You're just wild about fucking."
Suddenly, Joe began to pump his cock in and out of 
her overheated pussy. He banged her pussy, using 
fierce, full-length strokes of his rampaging prick,
and the lusty brunette cried out. Joyous pleasure 
overwhelmed her and she was finally able to release
her pent-up desire.
She started humping beneath her husband, throwing 
her pussy up to meet the wondrous thrusts of his 
pumping prick. She clamped her legs around his 
waist and squeezed his body against hers while 
pushing her big tits into his eager mouth.
"I love your sweet, hot pussy!" Joe gasped, taking 
one of her tits into his mouth, stuffing himself 
with the huge tit-melon and never missing a stroke 
of the thundering fucking he was giving her pussy.
"Yes, yes, yyyeessss!" she wailed, a tremendous 
orgasm on the verge of erupting in her churning 
depths. "Yyyeessss! Fuck mmmeeee!"
He bit her nipple and kept slamming his prick into 
her cunt. He sawed his cock deep and hard into the 
mushy tunnel of her center, making them both cry 
out each and every time he hit bottom with his 
prick. And in the heat of the moment, just as 
Arlene shuddered and screamed and came, he dug his 
fingers into her ass and kneaded it.
Her body jolted beneath him. The horny brunette 
went into convulsions that rocked the bed beneath 
her. Her legs jerked straight up into the air above
them and still her ass banged up and down on the 
mattress, her pussy meeting the pile-driving 
thrusts of his prick. A second later, she came 
again, another intense series of spasms jarring her
depths and fanning out all over her body.
In her frantic tumbling beneath him, she made a mad
reach for his balls and rubbed them as he hunched 
up over her and altered the penetrating angle of 
his fuck-thrusts. Immediately, Arlene yelled hoarse
cries of pure lusty pleasure and came a third time.
With this altered angle his fuck-knob grazed her 
clit as it entered ahead of his thick fuck-stalk. 
Vibrations rocked her whole pussy as her orgasm 
intensified and soared. An electrical bolt of white
lightning split her pussy and threatened to halve 
her just as the heat in his balls boiled over and 
his thick jism spurted in great gobs into her 
flexing fuck-hole.
Her pussy milked him, sucking up his jizz just as 
the warming shower baited her with fresh flames of 
lust. She bounced beneath him and again clamped her
legs firmly around him, holding him in place as her
pussy drained his cock.
"Shit, Arlene!" he breathed, collapsing on top of 
her, burying his face in her tits. "Aaaahhhhh, 
shit!"
They clung together long after his balls were 
empty. He left his cock inside her and it still 
felt hard as Arlene's cunt-walls shuddered and 
squeezed it. She had to groan with unbridled 
passion and satisfaction just feeling the secure 
sensation of his sated prick so snugly resting 
inside her.
"You were right, darling," she finally purred, 
stroking his back and ass and loosening the leg
lock on his waist. "That's exactly what I needed."
"Have I ever been wrong about what you needed?" he 
murmured, his face still pressed into the cushiony 
abundance of her tits.
"No way," she agreed, giggling and thrilling to the
way hen pussy kept squeezing his prick.
Several minutes passed before he began to stir. At 
last he pushed himself up and pulled his cock from 
her gasping cunt. He beamed a broad smile down on 
his wife and gave her hip a playful smack.
"Looks like we both worked up a sweat, old girl," 
he said. "Let's both take that shower now."
They stood together under the shower spray, soaping
each other with lingering, leisurely manipulations.
Arlene lathered her husband's cock and balls with 
loving motions, enjoying the way his spent prick so
quickly twitched into renewed life under her 
skillful handling. At the same time, Joe's soapy 
fingers tweaked her pink nipples into itchy darts, 
making her tingle all over as he constantly and 
gradually worked her into another frenzy of 
passion. By the time he lowered the soap bar to her
pussy, she gladly spread her legs and encouraged 
the intimate cleansing he had in mind.
He toyed with her hard little clit, pushing the 
rubbery little button back and forth with his 
fingertips until Arlene thought she would cry out 
for mercy. She trembled as the pleasure scored her 
senses. And finally, as a means to escape his 
exquisite torture, she sank to her knees and drew 
his throbbing cock right into her warm mouth.
She moaned happily as his prick leaped inside her 
mouth. She continued to massage his balls with a 
soapy washcloth, then boldly slipped a finger back 
along his asscrease. She found his puckered asshole
and teased it with her fingertip as his cock jumped
and expanded inside her sucking mouth. She heard 
him growl in approval and she wriggled her finger 
harder against his resisting shit-hole. Then she 
popped her fingertip into his shitter and Joe 
gasped. His cock rammed down her throat in an 
automatic response, and she gladly sucked it even 
deeper.
She loved the hot fullness of his prick inside her 
mouth and she sucked feverishly while corkscrewing 
her finger deeper into his asshole. She began 
moving her head back and forth, letting her lips 
glide up and down the length of his stiff cockshaft. 
She matched the rhythm of her cock-sucking 
with the drilling pokes of her finger in and out of
his shitter, and she knew it wouldn't take much 
more of this to make her husband cream her throat 
with his spunk.
Meanwhile, her pussy ignited again. Sweet flames of
lust licked at her inner tissues and her clit 
jiggled. Her slick juices coated her outer cuntlips 
and she savored the pleasure that so readily 
swept through her.
Suddenly, grabbing inspiration from what she'd 
earlier witnessed next door, she spat out Joe's 
prick and dipped her head. She gobbled up his balls
quickly, catching him completely off guard. He 
swayed on his feet and had to grab her head to 
steady himself as he hissed a throaty sigh of 
surprised pleasure. At the same time, she plunged 
her finger deep into his asshole and he wiggled 
around, thrusting his rigid prick above her head in
a mad frenzy of motion and desire.
"Damn, Arlene!" he puffed, grabbing at her 
shoulder. "You trying to kill me?"
She kept munching on his balls, thrilling to the 
erotic pleasure of them filling her hot little 
mouth. She could practically feel the jizz rumble 
around inside his hairy, leathery sac. At the same 
time, she loved the way his tight asshole squeezed 
her drilling finger. She knew he was already on the
verge of a massive orgasm.
Abruptly, she freed his balls from her mouth and 
stood up, facing him under the shower water.
"I'm just full of surprises today," she said with a
flirty smirk.
"I'll say," he chuckled, giving her wet ass a slap.
"But I think you're hinting at what you really want
this time."
She giggled girlishly as Joe turned her around and 
grabbed her ass. She clutched the shower nozzle 
just as he ran his soapy fingers through her 
asscrack and began to lube her asshole.
"Yes, Joe, yes!" she moaned just above the roar of 
the water. "Fuck my ass, darling! Ream me good, 
darling!"
She couldn't be sure he'd heard her soft pleas, but
it didn't matter. He wasted little time giving her 
what she wanted. Within seconds she felt the hot, 
smooth head of his prick nudge between her 
asscheeks and tease her shitter. A second later she
felt the jolt of pain and pleasure as his engorged 
cock-knob dipped just inside her stretched asshole.
She bent her knees instinctively and rammed her ass
back at his sturdy fuck-pole. His cock inched 
deeper into her asshole, splitting her apart and 
making her squeal a guttural chorus of pure 
delight.
He began pumping his prick in and out of her 
shitter, and the resulting fire of lust consumed 
her pussy. He tripped her into an orgasm seconds 
later, and still he kept plowing his cock into her 
shitter.
She bucked and spasmed and somehow maintained her 
balance on the slippery tiled floor of the shower. 
One climax fed another, and her slick pussy 
convulsed as her asshole squeezed and milked his 
primed fuck-meat.
At last his prick heaved in her ass and his foamy 
jism filled her bowels. They both heaved and 
growled as their pleasure mingled and sealed them 
together.
Several minutes later as they dressed in the 
bedroom, Joe casually said, "I'm sure something is 
on your mind, Arlene."
"Oh?" she said, feeling the old panic rising again.
"Why do you say that, darling?"
"Because you never asked me what I'm doing home in 
the middle of the day," he said.
A hot blush rose in her cheeks as she faced her 
husband. She saw his boyish grin and relaxed a 
little.
"Well, I'll just have to tell you," he said, 
obviously enjoying his little game. "I got promoted
this morning."
The news hit Arlene like a Fourth of July fireworks
celebration. There was a moment of still silence, 
then the mighty explosion.
She shrieked happily and made a mad dash across the
room. She threw her arms around Joe and hugged and 
kissed him.
"Oh, Joe! Joe! I'm so happy!" she squealed, 
laughing with him as she coated his face with wet 
kisses. "We've got to celebrate, darling!"
"I think we already have," he said, squeezing her 
ass and pressing himself hard against her.
They were still giggling and kissing as they 
toppled down on the bed.
And images flashed once again through Arlene's 
mind. There would be a maid. There would be extra 
money for little luxuries. There would be more time
for secret adventures with Larry.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next three days, Arlene was on a treadmill 
of heady excitement. Joe's promotion seemed to be 
the answer to everything, and Arlene was in a 
whirlwind daze as she shopped and planned for the 
immediate future. She planned to host a dinner for 
Joe's boss and wife, and she scheduled interviews 
for prospective maids and housekeepers.
It was when she finally shared the good news with 
Cathy Martin that Arlene realized she hadn't 
exactly dismissed the erotic feelings she'd had 
while watching the young couple earlier in the 
week. In fact, just being around Cathy now three 
days later brought it all back in a vivid rush to 
Arlene. As she looked at Cathy she couldn't shake 
the previous image of the young blonde, naked and 
straddling Larry's crotch, taking his enormous 
prick in bouncing, frantic fuck-strokes. For 
Arlene, it all became more than a little 
disquieting.
They were seated in Arlene's kitchen at the dinette
having mid-morning coffee.
Arlene had been telling Cathy all the good news 
about Joe's promotion and the planned dinner party 
for the following evening. Arlene couldn't stop 
noticing the generous bulge of the younger woman's 
tits inside her colorful blouse, nor the alluring 
curve of the blonde's shapely legs and hips, both 
displayed pleasingly by the snug-fitting shorts the
blonde wore.
"A good maid shouldn't be that hard to find," Cathy
said, breaking into Arlene's raunchy thoughts and 
memories.
"Oh, maybe I'm just too impatient," Arlene said 
finally, her gaze lingering on the blonde's tits.
She saw them naked, even though Cathy's blouse was 
properly covering them. But, in Arlene's mind, she 
saw them as she had the other day, jiggling in 
front of Larry's appreciative face and hungry 
mouth.
"I... I guess I'm just getting uptight with the 
party tomorrow night," Arlene continued, stammering
slightly. "I was hoping for help with the house and
party tomorrow, but that's beginning to look 
doubtful."
"Well, you say a girl is coming this afternoon?" 
Cathy asked, stirring her coffee.
Arlene nodded and tried to force herself to 
concentrate on their conversation.
"Maybe she'll be perfect," Cathy chirped 
optimistically. "Hell, Arlene, don't panic until 
you've checked her out. Besides, I'll help if you 
like."
Arlene brightened and impulsively reached across 
the dinette to touch the blonde's hand and give it 
an affectionate squeeze.
"That's nice, Cathy," she said. "But I don't expect
you to spend your Friday evening that way. What 
kind of friend would that make me? Besides, I'm 
sure you and Larry have other more exciting plans."
Cathy laughed. "Sure," she said with mild sarcasm. 
"We'll have some popcorn and watch each other watch
TV. Big deal. And besides, you'd help me if things 
were reversed."
Arlene smiled warmly at the younger woman. Her hand
lingered on Cathy's hand. And again, amid her warm 
feelings of friendship she felt for the younger 
woman, there came the steamy images of Cathy naked,
sucking Larry's big balls, mounting his towering 
prick and riding his cock in a thunderous fuck 
session. A strange arousal intensified inside 
Arlene, and the brunette felt the slick moisture of
her pussy-juices coat her slit. Involuntarily, 
Arlene squeezed her thighs together as her clit 
tingled in delicious excitement.
"What's wrong?" Cathy whispered, gazing at the 
older woman's face. "You look like your mind is a 
thousand miles away."
Arlene giggled self-consciously and shook her head.
"I was just thinking how lucky I am to have a 
friend like you," she said even as a blush rose 
over her face. "You really are a beautiful person, 
Cathy. Larry is a very lucky guy."
"Hah!" Cathy snorted. "Tell him! If he ever got a 
promotion, there wouldn't be a party or anything. 
I'd died of shock!"
The women giggled and made no effort to break the 
tender bond that connected their hands. Instead, 
without realizing it for several seconds, Arlene 
began fingering the blonde's hand, stroking it 
delicately with a fingertip while peering into the 
blonde's bright face.
Arlene's mind became a blur as the strange feelings
inside her seemed to take charge. She acted without
thought, and was totally oblivious to the 
inhibiting warnings screaming from her brain. She 
felt something special for this younger woman, and 
she sensed it had something to do with the 
experience of glimpsing Cathy during such a 
private, intimate moment of her life with her 
husband. Seeing Cathy and Larry making love had 
somehow given Arlene a link to Cathy that made it 
now possible for her to let censored feelings and 
emotions surface. Before she realized it, Arlene 
was gazing openly at the luscious mounds of the 
blonde's tits inside her blouse and, beneath the 
dinette, letting her leg brush the blonde's.
Arlene kept thinking Cathy would do something to 
break this romantic trance. But the blonde remained
passive. Then it dawned on Arlene that perhaps 
Cathy wasn't responding so passively after all. 
Suddenly, Arlene felt the blonde's free hand gently
rubbing Arlene's bare knee under the table. The 
blonde's lips parted slightly before sounding a 
soft sigh.
Suddenly everything that followed seemed perfectly 
natural. Cathy rose and stepped around the small 
dinette to stand beside Arlene.
She slipped an arm over Arlene's shoulders and bent
slightly to loosely embrace the older woman. Her 
lush lips brushed the side of Arlene's face, and 
the blonde's huge tits grazed the older woman's 
arm.
"You're very special, too," Cathy whispered, her 
hot breath bathing Arlene's ear and neck.
Arlene felt dazed as the younger woman suddenly 
unbuttoned her blouse and let her tits tumble free,
naked and exposed. And Arlene, after a tentative 
hesitation, reached up and fondled the offered 
tits.
At the same time, Cathy unbuttoned Arlene's blouse 
and reached inside to tweak and caress the 
brunette's stiff nipples. Arlene had to sigh as the
blonde's fingers deftly, expertly moved over her 
tits. Sensuous strokes and gentle caresses were 
isolated on her nipples as they hardened and 
Arlene's rapture increased by the second.
"You like it?" Cathy whispered.
Arlene could only nod. Still dazed and trapped in 
the erotic haze shrouding her, she managed to feel 
amazed that it was the younger woman so 
successfully seducing her and carrying out all the 
wanton thoughts that had blazed through her mind 
earlier as she'd sat staring at the blonde's body 
and remembering the recent spectacle of seeing it 
naked and working over Larry.
"Say it," the blonde persisted with a whispered 
hiss. "Tell me how much you like it."
Arlene nodded. "I do," she murmured, her own voice 
sounding strange to her ears.
"It's... it's turning me on. I never thought... I 
never dreamed I could do this with another woman."
Cathy smiled and kept rolling the brunette's 
nipples between her fingertips.
"Oh, God!" Arlene suddenly moaned as her heavy tits
heaved under the blonde's expert touch.
"Come on," the blonde whispered. "Let's get 
comfortable."
The blonde took Arlene's hand and led her into the 
living room. And it was still Arlene who was meekly
following the progression of events, submissively 
molding herself to the younger woman's wordless 
instructions.
"You turn me on, too," Cathy said as Arlene sat on 
the sofa. "You always have."
Cathy sat beside Arlene and immediately turned her 
face to the older woman. She brought her lips to 
Arlene's and kissed her tenderly. Meanwhile, the 
blonde dipped a hand down between Arlene's legs and
fluttered her fingers across the brunette's crotch.
The thin material of Arlene's shorts suddenly 
seemed such a small barrier to the exquisite 
feelings tickling her pussy. Arlene groaned and 
squirmed her ass on the sofa, spreading her legs 
wider, giving the blonde better access to her 
dripping cunt.
With her free hand, Cathy continued to rub and 
stroke the brunette's luscious tits, and Arlene was
well aware of the provocative sight she made with 
her naked tits hanging out through the unbuttoned 
folds of her blouse and the blonde's active fingers
dancing over the satiny flesh and pointy pink 
nipples.
Arlene accepted Cathy's tongue inside her hot 
mouth. She sucked on the younger woman's tongue and
groaned again as delightful shivers rocked her 
body. Her pussy teemed with raw sexual energy as 
the blonde's fingers played over the crotch of her 
shorts, sending wondrous vibrations throughout the 
brunette's pussy.
"You're making me so hot!" Arlene finally gasped 
when their passionate kiss broke.
"Damn, I'm so horny!"
"Let's get naked," the blonde whispered, a devilish
twinkle sparkling in her blue eyes.
The women stood and hurried, frantically undressed.
They then remained standing, facing each other, 
surveying the other's nakedness with appreciative 
gazes and lingering smirks. And as the moments 
slipped by, Arlene's horny tension increased and 
the electrifying heat crackled inside her cunt. She
couldn't look away from Cathy's golden pussy and 
the dewy gleam of cunt-oil that already sparkled in
the dense, fair bush and along the pinkish wedge of
pouty cunt-meat.
"You're beautiful!" Cathy rasped, reaching out and 
tracing fingertips down the curvy surface of the 
brunette's hips.
Without speaking they climbed back on the sofa and 
kissed. The younger woman continued in the 
aggressive role as she held Arlene's tits in both 
hands and pressed her lips on the older woman's 
mouth. She drove her tongue between Arlene's lips 
and began rubbing Arlene's tits in delightfully 
stimulating swirling motions.
And Arlene felt the incredible escalation of her 
arousal that gradually spun her into responsive 
action.
Arlene began stroking the blonde's succulent flesh.
She reached between Cathy's legs and caressed the 
furry patch of blonde cunt-hair. She felt the 
wetness on her exploring fingertips and she 
shuddered in renewed passion.
Gradually, they sank down on the sofa and Arlene 
began fondling the blonde's curvy asscheeks. She 
went from the blonde's ass to her pussy, exploring 
and stroking and caressing and fulfilling her 
wildest desires as the blonde began kissing and 
sucking her tits.
It was then that Cathy climbed over the brunette's 
body and began planting soft, wet kisses down from 
the older woman's heaving tits. She licked and 
kissed her way down over Arlene's belly and inched 
her face closer and closer to Arlene's cunt.
Hot breath covered Arlene's pussy and she sighed 
throatily as her legs opened wide automatically. 
And at last, Cathy's face was in place against the 
older woman's cunt, her lips busily nibbling away 
on the fleshy slit, nipping through the clusters of
dark, protective hair to get to the succulent, 
tangy meat.
Instinctively, Arlene drew her knees up until they 
touched her nipples, and her sighs became hoarse 
growls of wanton ecstasy.
With a practiced discipline that thrilled Arlene, 
Cathy slowly, carefully licked her way up the 
brunette's steamy cunt. She finally used the tip of
her tongue to lift up the hood of Arlene's clit. 
She lapped the turgid bud and Arlene rolled her 
head from side to side and cried out as the passion
overwhelmed her.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, that's so wonderful!" Arlene 
squealed. "You're so experienced at this. "I... I 
had no idea that... you..." Her words trailed off 
as sweet oblivion blanketed her. It became 
impossible to talk as the pure sensations flowed 
through her. Her pussy had become the core of her 
in every way, and the pleasure leaped throughout 
her body from that originating center.
"I was a wild teenager," Cathy said by way of 
explanation without totally removing her lips from 
the older woman's juice-oozing cunt.
Cathy then trapped Arlene's clit between her teeth 
and began to whiplash it with her tongue. Arlene 
immediately went into a frenzy of gleeful rapture. 
The brunette shrieked as the pleasure gripped her, 
and she convulsed wildly on the sofa. An immediate 
orgasm overwhelmed her senses and her pussy 
fluttered and heaved as her pussy-drippings flowed 
in a shower-like cascade out over her puffy cunt
lips and against the blonde's chin.
A few seconds later, before her thunderous climax 
could subside, Arlene felt the blonde's fingers 
sneaking down along her asscrack. Before the new 
sensation could fully register, she felt a finger 
plunge into her asshole.
"Oooohhhh!" she blurted. She almost came up off the
sofa, but Cathy's steadying hand on the brunette's 
belly kept her in place as she began to wiggle her 
ass-drilling finger deeper and deeper.
Then, very soon, it didn't matter to Arlene just 
what the blonde was doing to her asshole. Cathy 
quickly lowered the attack of her tongue and 
speared it into the overheated turmoil that was 
Arlene's fuck-hole. The blonde's tongue knifed into
the brunette's pussy like a miniature cock banging 
her.
Arlene's frothy juices spewed from her cunt-hole as
the blonde worked her tongue in and out of the 
spasming hole. Another orgasm jolted the brunette, 
and her shrieks of ecstasy rang throughout the 
house as she clamped her thighs against the 
blonde's bobbing head.
Arlene began bucking and twisting on the sofa, 
shoving her coming pussy up against the blonde's 
drilling tongue and chewing mouth. The pleasure 
consumed her, and Arlene rode it out as guttural 
hisses ripped through her throat and echoed the 
sensations burning through her cunt.
All the while, Cathy kept finger-fucking the 
brunette's tight shitter, sparking more flames of 
lust and passion to the older woman's already 
wildly spasming pussy.
She then glued her lips to the brunette's leaky 
cunt-hole and sucked mightily, drawing out the 
slick flow of the older woman's tangy juices.
Then, just as Arlene felt the subsiding tremors of 
her most recent orgasm beginning to filter out over
her nerves, Cathy attacked her clit again with her 
sucking mouth. A whole new frenzy of sensations 
sizzled the older woman's cunt and she wailed in 
ecstasy as another rapid-fire climax roared 
throughout her pussy.
The blonde continued to finger-fuck the brunette's 
shitter, and Arlene was hopelessly trapped in a 
seemingly permanent stage of orgasm. Her shrieks 
and guttural hisses kept scorching her throat as 
her flexing, heaving body eventually went limp from
sheer lust-sated exhaustion.
Long after her spasmodic trembling and twitching 
had ceased, and long after the sexy blonde 
instigator had removed her finger from Arlene's ass
and moved her head up away from the brunette's 
scalding cunt, Arlene savored the incredible 
afterglow that tweaked her nerves.
"I knew you'd love it," Cathy whispered, climbing 
off the sofa and looking down with a smile. "It 
doesn't take long to lose your inhibitions when 
another woman is tonguing your pussy."
"Mmmmm, I can't argue with that," Arlene sighed, 
contentment sweeping through her as she stretched 
and lazily reached out to tickle the blonde's 
curly, damp cunt-bush. "And I can't wait to see if 
I like the taste of you as much as you liked me."
Cathy giggled and wasted no time swinging a leg 
over the brunette's face and straddling her head. 
She planted her pussy down on Arlene's eager lips 
and groaned as she began gently rubbing her cunt 
over the older woman's face.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Cathy whispered.
But Arlene didn't hear it. Already she was 
preoccupied with slipping her tongue through the 
moist pussy-slit and tasting her first dose of 
cunt-nectar from another woman's pussy. And already
the brunette liked the flavor.
CHAPTER FIVE
Finding a maid, Arlene quickly discovered, was a 
tough job. In fact, on short notice, it was an 
impossible job. With the dinner party just hours 
away, Arlene had resigned herself to the 
frightening fact that she would personally have to 
clean the house, get the food and prepare it, and 
still be the radiant, charming hostess for Joe's 
boss and wife. At least, she reminded herself, she 
would have Cathy's help.
Cathy. Any thought of Cathy now literally stopped 
Arlene in her tracks. Her wild lesbian encounter 
with the young blonde had left a deep impression on
Arlene. If she wasn't so frantic with preparations 
for the dinner party, she knew rehashing the steamy
sex with Cathy would be an obsession. But it was 
now Friday morning and the list of things Arlene 
had to have done by six seemed endless and 
impossible. At least Joe hadn't pressured her into 
this situation. It was her doing, and she accepted 
that. She just wanted to make a good impression on 
Joe's boss and to show their appreciation for Joe's
promotion.
By noon Arlene had done as much with the 
housecleaning chores as was possible. The place 
looked passable, she decided as she fixed a 
sandwich and took it into the den. She sat on the 
sofa and tried to relax as she nibbled on the 
sandwich. But still her mind reeled with things 
left to do during the afternoon.
She'd phoned the caterer earlier and the food was 
due to arrive at any time. She expected to take 
more than an hour setting it up, fixing the table 
and a host of similar details that would make the 
time fly. She hoped Joe wouldn't forget to stop at 
the liquor store on his way home. She hoped Cathy 
wouldn't be late arriving at five. She hoped she'd 
have time to bathe and dress and not look and feel 
like a frazzled nervous wreck by party time.
She leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. 
Her thoughts began to wander as she relaxed. And 
then, like a subtle fall breeze, she felt the 
flicker of sensual stirrings in her pussy. 
Uncluttered by dinner party preparations, her mind 
was free to replay the erotic flashes of 
yesterday's wanton affair with Cathy. She also kept
seeing snatches of the lewd scene she'd watched 
with Cathy and Larry fucking in their den early in 
the week. Her nipples began to itch and harden, and
her cunt-lips began to quiver.
The doorbell rang, jarring her out of the 
intoxicating daydreaming. The catering truck had 
arrived and the delivery boy turned out to be a 
cute young teenager who introduced himself as Tyler
Winston. He was brash, cocky and charming in his 
way as he carted in the food Arlene had ordered for
the dinner party.
Arlene found herself instantly taken by the boy. He
made her laugh, and she felt her panicky tension 
evaporate just by being around him.
"Tell 'em you cooked this spread all by yourself, 
lady," he chirped, taking over the kitchen and 
placing the boxes of food hurriedly on the 
countertop and in the fridge. "You'll have 'em 
eatin' outta your hand. This shit ain't exactly 
pizza and beer, but it'll fill 'em up."
He was a whirlwind of activity, and when he 
finished Arlene was slightly dazed. It was then 
that he leaned against the kitchen counter and 
boldly eyed her huge tits inside her T-shirt.
"You ain't wearing that tonight, I hope?" he said.
"Not hardly," she answered with a chuckle.
"Good, 'cause there's nothin' I brought along here 
that looks as good as you, lady," he said.
Arlene had to laugh again at the boy's outrageous 
chatter. "You're a little fresh for a kid, aren't 
you?"
He shrugged. "So what? I say what's on my mind."
"And what's on your mind now?" Arlene asked, unable
to resist the prod.
Tyler Winston sneered. "I'm thinkin' what I'd give 
to lick your tits and see if your pussy is as 
pretty as the rest of you."
She had to gasp, yet his vulgar statement affected 
her in a special way. A strange feeling of warmth 
spread from her tits down to her pussy. Her pink 
nipples pushed against the front of her T-shirt. 
Her eyes lingered over the boy's jeaned crotch, and
her clit twitched as she glimpsed the telltale 
throb of his hard prick pressing inside his pants.
She struggled to project a cool, confident image. 
She placed a hand on her hip and smirked.
"What makes you think you could handle it if you 
got the chance?" she rasped.
He flashed a cocky grin. He pushed away from the 
counter and stepped toward her.
Arlene's heart began to hammer in her chest. A rush
of excitement swept through her. The boy's eyes 
were now locked on her tits. Her legs began to 
quiver.
"Try me," he said, reaching up and covering her 
tits through her T-shirt with his hands.
He squeezed her tits gently, and Arlene groaned. 
She couldn't help herself. She had to reach down 
and touch the bulge tenting the fly of his jeans. 
Her hand rubbed over the firm bulge and she felt 
the heat of his uncoiling cock through the coarse 
fabric of his jeans.
Then there was no stopping them. Arlene let herself
forget everything else. Her body was pulsing with 
raw desire and heat for this boy. Already his 
fingers were busily tweaking her plump nipples 
through the thin material of her T-shirt, and she 
felt the thrilling tremors rock her huge titmelons.
She tightened her grip on his prick through his 
jeans and kept her eyes on his face. Without 
question, Tyler had knocked her off balance with 
his cocky boldness, but she felt herself regaining 
the aggressive edge. After all, her age and 
maturity was a fact, and she felt herself naturally
using those ingredients to her immediate advantage.
She began to take charge.
"You wanted to lick my tits," she purred. "What's 
stopping you?"
He raced to the challenge and hastily lifted her 
Tshirt up over her giant tits. He seemed to marvel 
with boyish glee as her tits jiggled into the open 
before his wide eyes.
Arlene pushed her tits toward his face, inviting 
his mouth to suck them. He wasted no time sucking 
one of her fat nipples between his lips and lashing
it with his tongue.
Arlene's pussy throbbed and dampened as he eagerly 
tongued her nipple. She moaned and squeezed his 
cock repeatedly through his jeans as he massaged 
and fondled her other tit. And then he moved his 
mouth from tit to tit, sucking and licking and 
munching.
Horny heat waves scalded her, and her arousal 
coursed through her pussy as she pressed her huge 
tits against the boy's face. She thrilled to the 
way his active cock danced inside his snug-fitting 
jeans, desperate to be freed, and she fumbled 
frantically at his belt buckle and fly zipper to 
unleash this teenaged fuck-meat.
Her eagerness matched his, and the longer he worked
on her sensitive tits with his mouth and tongue and
teeth, the more urgent was her need to have his 
prick stuffed into her churning pussy.
Again, she took the lead and pushed him away a step
or two.
"I want you to fuck me," she moaned, beginning to 
unzip her own shorts and pull them down her long, 
shapely legs. "Hurry, Tyler. My pussy is in fire!"
The boy's eyes bugged as he stared at her fleecy
haired cunt, and Arlene wasn't at all bashful about
showing it off to him. She daintily stepped out of 
her shorts, revealing that she wasn't wearing 
panties, then helped him out of his mesmerized 
trance by using both hands to unbuckle his belt.
Her T-shirt was still gathered up high on her 
chest, above her heaving, mammoth tits, and she 
thrust them toward his face playfully as she worked
on his belt buckle and fly.
"Jesus, lady!" he sighed. "You ain't no 
bullshitter, that's for fuckin' sure!"
She grinned as she jerked his unfastened jeans down
over his boyishly trim hips and ass. And it was her
turn to gasp bug-eyed as his manly prick leaped 
into full view.
"Damn, Tyler!" she whispered in an awestruck tone. 
"Most grown men would be proud to have a cock as 
big as yours."
The teenager beamed a broad grin of pure pride. 
"Hey, lady, I know I've got the merchandise."
"Hah!" Arlene chuckled, wrapping her fingers around
the fat, thick shaft of his sturdy fuck-pole. 
"Let's see how well you use it." Her bold, 
aggressive role excited her as she led him out of 
the kitchen by his cock. This new experience 
touched pockets of arousal she'd never before 
explored, and Arlene was already very much 
submerged in her new role. She took him straight 
into the master bedroom and steered him over to the
king-sized bed. Her cunt ached and her tits 
continued to pulse and throb as she began stroking 
his enormous prick.
His hands went all over her tits as he moved with 
her down onto the bed. Their bodies rolled together
and Arlene pushed her lips down on his. She kissed 
him passionately and drilled her tongue into his 
mouth as he moaned and squirmed against her. His 
huge cock leaped and spasmed in her stroking fist, 
and Arlene used her free hand to touch his jizz
bloated balls.
She moaned, feeling the tightness of his balls and 
the wild jiggling of his prick.
She kept tonguing his mouth as she gradually rolled
over on top of him. She pressed her body fully on 
him and loved the way his prick was mashed against 
her. The hot slab of his big fuck-meat tickled her 
moist cunt-patch and teased the oily slit of her 
pussy. Already her clit was hard and jumpy, itchy 
and anxious to be stroked by the boy's mushroom
shaped cock-knob.
Suddenly, Arlene pulled her mouth off of Tyler's 
and sat up on him. Gasping, her big tits heaving, 
she traced her fingernails over and around his 
nipples. The wetness of her pussy seeped onto his 
naked crotch, and she couldn't resist twitching her
hips just enough to lightly rub her bushy cunt over
the wispy cluster of his cock-hair. Her tender 
pussy-lips vibrated into instant tremors and she 
gave tiny little sighs as the teasing ecstasy 
overwhelmed her.
"I can't wait," she gasped, smiling down on his 
lust-contorted expression. "Are you ready to fuck?"
He smirked his now-familiar, smart-assed sneer. 
"Whadda ya think, lady?" he snapped, humping his 
hips beneath her. "Your pussy is hotter than a 
Fourth of July firecracker! I'm gonna love getting 
off your rocks!"
She had to laugh again at his cocky confidence 
while admitting to herself that, at least so far, 
he'd more than backed up everything he'd said. She 
lifted her ass and wriggled her hips while hovering
her pussy just above his engorged cock-head. She 
gripped the thick base of his prick and slowly 
lowered her cunt down onto his spongy cock-knob.
He reached up to fondle and squeeze her tits just 
as the tip of his cock disappeared inside her slick
cunt-flaps. Arlene threw her head back and gave a 
throaty, hoarse cry of raw passion as the hot head 
of his prick plugged her pussy-socket. Her hot 
pussy trembled and convulsed from the intimate 
touch of his fuck-knob. The depths of her pussy
channel seemed to melt into a tidal wave of 
gushing, flooding cunt-juices even as her pussy
walls flexed and spasmed in gluttonous need.
She lowered herself gradually, steadily. Her shrill
shriek intensified as his thick, long fuck-meat 
penetrated her. She shivered wildly as his cock 
impaled her pussy inch by inch.
She took all of his cock in one final, sudden 
collapse, letting herself drop heavily the final 
couple of inches. And she sat flush on his loins, 
her greedy cunt-walls now clasping his imbedded 
prick, massaging and milking it while her soaked 
pussy pulp and meaty, pink tissues sucked on the 
root of his cock.
She wanted to savor the incredible sensation now 
engulfing her. She wanted to rest on this perch of 
his prick and youthful crotch and let her churning 
pussy devour the virile young fuck-meat. She even 
touched the top of her slit to finger her twitching
clit while her pussy-hole clutched his buried cock.
But Tyler certainly wasn't going to play her 
passive stud. He began to buck and hump beneath 
her, squirming his ass into the bed and poking his 
cock up into her, jabbing his knob against the 
entrance of her womb. His fingers pinched her 
nipples and his thrashing about grew increasingly 
urgent and demanding.
"You wanted a fucking, lady!" he said. "Let's do 
it!"
She began to move up and down, sliding her pussy 
over the length of his fuck-meat.
Then, mostly because of his eager bucking motions 
under her, Arlene began bouncing up and down on his
prick. Incredible sensations blazed throughout her 
fuck-hole,
and even her clit got some much-needed attention as
it grazed over his cock-shaft.
Quickly, her first orgasm began to swell inside her
cunt. The tremendous pressure ballooned in her 
depths as her pussy feasted on his cock. All the 
while, the mad thrusting and pumping of him beneath
her caused her body to whiplash back and forth 
until she had to lean down over him and press her 
huge tits against his chest.
She came with a wild force. Her pussy seemed to 
burst open even as it continued to clutch the boy's
fiery cock inside its demanding depths. Her clit 
went crazy and her juices spilled out over his 
prick and balls and the tops of his thighs. And in 
the midst of her jarring climax, Tyler used the 
opportunity to shift beneath her and roll over on 
top of her without missing a single, brutal, 
thrusting fuck-stroke of his prick into her 
shuddering pussy.
He groaned loudly as he pumped his fuck-meat into 
her. And Arlene wailed as the glorious pleasures of
his youthful, zealous fuck sparked her so quickly 
into yet another violent orgasm.
"Yes, yyyeeessss!" she cried, throwing her long 
legs around his humping ass. "Give it to me! Fuck 
me hard and deep with your man-sized prick! Oh, 
ooohhhh, yyeessss!
Harder! Faster! Deeper! Don't ever stop fucking 
me!"
His balls banged against her upturned ass as his 
fierce fuck-strokes hammered into her cunt. And 
each time he withdrew and began his rapid-fire 
plunge back into her seething depths, his spongy 
cock-head stroked her tender clit and set off 
another chain reaction of violent tremors and 
shudders throughout her gushing cunt-channel.
"Shit, lady!" he gasped, pumping as hard and fast 
as ever. "I knew you'd be a great fuck! I just knew
it! But, boy, this is better than I've ever had! 
Your pussy just can't get enough!"
"No! Nnnooooo!" she shrieked, shoving her cunt up 
and down to meet the thrusts of his young, 
battering prick. "I can't get enough of your cock! 
Keep giving it to me, you wonderful little stud! 
Give me all of that monster cock!"
"Sorry, lady! I'm about to pop my cork!" he hissed 
while panting and gasping.
"You're too fuckin' much! I can get used to this!"
"Ooohhh, I don't care!" she gasped. "Just keep 
fucking me!"
She rocked and humped beneath him, thrashing her 
legs in the air, impaled by his drilling cock. Her 
ass bounced up and down on the mattress and her 
whole pussy seemed to keep exploding as the rapture
of the fucking just kept intensifying.
Suddenly, the boy's face became a grimace of pure 
pleasure. His pounding cock leaped inside her 
squeezing cunt-walls. His balls became tight. And 
then he came, sending the hot rush of spunk inside 
her pussy.
He kept heaving and driving his spewing prick into 
her creamy depths. The teenaged jizz was like a 
foamy river drenching her womb and filling her cunt
cavity. The explosive flow quickly brought Arlene 
to another bone-jarring climax.
His whole body trembled and shuddered, and he 
continued ramming his cock into her pussy long 
after the thick spurts of his jism had become an 
oozing trickle. At last he slumped and fell across 
her, burying his sweaty face against her mammoth 
tits.
Arlene instinctively wrapped her legs back around 
the boy, cradling him to her in an embrace of 
motherly type protection.
But there was nothing motherly about her feelings 
toward the young stud and his man-sized prick. He 
had pounded her into a series of massive orgasms, 
leaving her sated and thoroughly calmed. Even a 
glance at the bedside clock and the discovery of 
the late hour didn't panic her. She was now 
soothed, and she knew she'd be able to concentrate 
on what was left to be done for the dinner party.
Finally, the boy stirred and rolled off her. His 
juice-slimy cock twitched in the air as it slipped 
out of her and was exposed. They grinned at each 
other and he reached for her huge tits. His fingers
tickled her nipples as she giggled and touched his 
sticky fuck-meat.
"If the food is as good as you, young man, my 
dinner party will be the biggest hit of the year," 
she said, thrilled and amazed by the way his prick 
surged under her stroking, light touch.
He laughed and sat up quickly on his knees. He 
pushed his growing cock toward her face.
"Let me give you a real taste, lady," he rasped. 
"Wouldn't want you to starve to death before party 
time."
There really wasn't time, she knew, but she opened 
her mouth anyway and sucked his inflating cockhead 
into her mouth. What the hell? she told herself, 
cupping his balls in her hand and inhaling half of 
his cock between her lips.
CHAPTER SIX
The dinner party was going well enough until Arlene
realized Joe and his boss's wife, Jennifer, were 
better acquainted than they were pretending. With 
the realization came first shock and surprise. 
Soon, however, Arlene was stewing silently in a 
jealous rage. Joe! The prick! She knew she was 
about to blow everything if she couldn't control 
herself at least until the end of the evening.
And she was sure she was right about Joe and 
Jennifer. After all, a woman can usually tell in 
these matters.
Arlene's first surprise came at the beginning of 
the party with the arrival of Joe's boss and his 
wife. Barry Castle was a dashing fellow in his mid
forties, his dark hair graying at the temples but 
the rest of his body not yet yielding to middleaged 
decline. He later explained that racquet ball 
had become a twice-weekly obsession of his, and 
Arlene took care to notice his trim physique from 
time to time with more interest. Her interest, 
however, leaped when it became apparent that 
Jennifer Castle, a redheaded, shapely, flashy 
dresser in her late thirties, probably had more 
than a little to do with Joe's impressive 
promotion. Arlene began a subtle campaign of 
flirting with Joe's boss, hoping that Joe would 
take his eyes off Jennifer's tits long enough to 
notice.
"What the fuck is going on around here?" Cathy 
Martin whispered late in the evening when Arlene 
joined her neighbor in the kitchen to pour and 
serve the after-dinner coffee. "Are you bucking for
some kind of promotion, too?"
Arlene played dumb.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, battling 
her anger.
"Arlene, you're practically attacking the guy," 
Cathy snapped. "Shit, I wouldn't be surprised, the 
way you're going, if you don't yank out the dude's 
prick and jack him off instead of giving him a 
polite goodbye handshake."
"Cathy, that's just the way you think," Arlene 
retorted in a harsh whisper. "You've got fucking 
and sucking on the brain."
"Sure, sure," Cathy said lightly. "I think you're 
just jealous of Jennifer."
"Bullshit!" Arlene snapped, almost shouting through
the forced whisper. She took a deep breath and 
fought to calm herself. "I suppose you haven't 
noticed the way Joe and that slut have been 
flashing signals all night?"
"So that's it," the young blonde said. "I finally 
get it."
"Yeah!" Arlene snapped. "Me, too! He's fucking 
her!"
Cathy shrugged. "Probably," she said. "So what? It 
worked, didn't it? He got the promotion. Wouldn't 
be the first time a guy hustled his way to the top 
by doing his best work between the boss's wife's 
legs."
Arlene opened her mouth, but didn't speak. Anger 
welled inside her. She couldn't believe how 
casually Cathy was treating this whole thing. She 
decided now wasn't the time for a scene with Cathy.
Besides, with luck, she could wrap up this little 
party in thirty minutes or so, then have it out 
with Joe in private. She turned and stormed from 
the kitchen, carrying a tray of coffees for three. 
She'd decided to sit this one out.
She couldn't be sure Joe was even noticing the way 
she was flirting with Barry, but Arlene sensed that
nothing was escaping Jennifer's sharp attention. 
More than once, the redhead seemed to flash a 
knowing glance Arlene's way, but Arlene remained 
cool and aloof to the redhead.
"Great dinner," Barry Castle announced, standing 
after finishing his coffee.
"You're a lucky guy, Joe, to have such a beautiful 
and talented wife."
"Right, dear," Jennifer said, giving Arlene one of 
her smirky looks. "You must give me the name of the
caterer. It was simply delicious."
Arlene shot a smug smile back at the redhead, then 
quickly faced Barry. Her hand grazed his as she 
smiled winningly and thanked him for his gracious 
words.
"Well, Arlene, I hope you can still thank me after 
I make this little surprise announcement." Barry 
Castle glanced at Joe and the two men smiled. "You 
haven't told her the bad news have you, Joe?"
Joe shook his head and grinned at Arlene. "It's the
down side to my new job, honey," he said. "We're 
taking inventory this weekend. Barry wants me there
tonight with two other managers to get things 
ready."
"But don't fret, Arlene," Barry said, taking her 
hand in his, lifting her hand to his mouth and 
brushing it with his lips. "I won't allow Joe to 
work more than a couple of hours tonight since it's
already so late. I'm sure you understand about 
these things. Like Joe says, it all comes with his 
added responsibilities."
Arlene smiled bravely and nodded, although inside 
her anger was churning. She wasn't so distressed 
that Joe had to leave this dinner party to go back 
to work.
She felt somehow cheated that her confrontation 
with her husband concerning Jennifer Castle would 
have to wait until morning.
She handled the departure of Joe and the guests 
with, she thought, magnificent grace and control. 
Even Cathy praised her saintly efforts when they'd 
all left.
Cathy offered to stay and help clean up, but Arlene
insisted that her blonde neighbor get back next 
door to Larry and salvage whatever was left of the 
Friday evening.
"He did mention taking in a midnight movie," Cathy 
said. "But listen, Arlene. Don't touch a thing. 
I'll be back over in the morning and we'll get this
place back in order." Arlene took Cathy's hands in 
her own and thanked her for her services.
Then, impulsively, she leaned forward and brushed 
her lips over the blonde's. Cathy moaned softly and
pressed tighter against Arlene. Suddenly, Arlene 
pulled away, stopping the sexy action before it 
could get started.
"It's really tempting," Arlene murmured, squeezing 
the blonde's hands. "I still can't believe what 
happened with us yesterday. It seems like a dream 
from such a long time ago."
"I know," Cathy whispered. "But it was no dream. It
was something warm and special, Arlene."
Arlene almost called Cathy back when the blonde 
then turned and slowly left. She could've used more
of the blonde's gentle embracing and soft, tender 
kissing. Then, of course, there was so much more 
the blonde had taught her that Arlene couldn't 
shake from her memory. Especially on a night like 
this, her bitterness toward Joe at an all-time 
high, it would've been doubly sweet sixty-nining 
with Cathy. But there was still Larry waiting next 
door for his wife, and Arlene could tell Cathy 
really wanted to be with him. She sure couldn't 
blame her for that, she told herself as she started
stacking dishes in the sink. Her mind suddenly 
flashed back over the sexy images of Larry's 
tremendous cock. She saw it in her mind shoving 
into her own cunt, then into Cathy's juicy pussy. 
Arlene's nipples stiffened as the lewd scenes 
played through her mind.
She left the dishes and went into the bedroom to 
undress. She decided to treat herself to a relaxing
bath with a little finger-fucking thrown in. Might 
as well use the spicy mental images for something, 
she told herself with a raunchy chuckle.
She'd just gotten naked when the doorbell rang. 
Startled, she grabbed her robe and tiptoed to the 
front door. She peeked out and was surprised and 
thrilled to see Barry Castle standing alone on the 
porch. She opened the door quickly and ushered him 
inside.
"Well, well, Mr. Castle," she said flirtily. "You 
forget something?"
His smile was a lewd smirk as his eyes traveled 
over her body, skimpily covered by the silk robe.
"We both know what I forgot," he rasped. "Just let 
me say, I don't care why you were coming on to me 
tonight. I don't care if you think it'll help Joe, 
or if something else is going on, but you were 
driving me crazy with your bullshit teasing. Now 
I'm ready to collect."
Suddenly Arlene was nervous. Conflicting emotions 
raged inside her. Her anger at Joe hadn't soothed, 
yet she wasn't sure fucking Joe's boss right now 
was the way to get even. But, again, her passion 
and the strong influence of her body overruled her 
head. She was attracted to the impressive Barry 
Castle. She was horny. And she had been a shameless
tease during the dinner party.
He moved against her, not giving her much more time
to ponder her situation. A brief, fluttering glance
down at his crotch proved that Barry was more than 
ready and eager to take her up on her earlier cock
teasing flirtations. He reached up to grip her arms
and his hands grazed her tits. She shuddered as 
desire shot through her.
"I'm glad you came back," she heard herself 
whisper, settling her hands on his hips and 
pressing her crotch against his.
Their lips brushed, and Arlene trembled with fresh 
arousal. Another man's lips on hers, the feel of 
his throbbing cock leaping with needy excitement 
against the thin covering material over her naked 
pussy, and suddenly there was no doubt that she 
would welcome her husband's boss in her bed or 
anywhere else he wanted to finish what she'd 
started earlier.
She found herself silently leading him toward the 
bedroom. As they entered the room, his hands were 
already inside her robe, roaming her luscious, huge
tits and making her giddy with desire. She reached 
down to boldly stroke his prick through his slacks,
and the way it jumped against her touch thrilled 
her that much more.
She closed her eyes as he kept stroking her tits. 
Maddeningly, he caressed her nipples with feather
light tweaks, then maintained the light touch as he
massaged her full, lush tit-melons. Within seconds,
the horny brunette was groaning passionately, 
swaying on her feet and arching to stretch out on 
the big bed and welcome his hard cock into her 
pussy.
"I bet you give the best head in town," he rasped, 
playing his tongue lightly over her parted lips.
Arlene chuckled softly and lapsed into her role as 
timid teaser.
"Why, Mr. Castle, you say the most outrageous 
things," she purred.
"I always say what I think," he answered, rolling 
her plump nipples between his fingertips. "Now I'm 
giving you the chance to prove I'm right."
Her bare thigh flashed through the folds of her 
robe and grazed the hard lump tenting the fly of 
his slacks. She had to moan again, the wild feeling
of his hot prick so wildly leaping out at her was 
too inviting to pass up. She began to sink to her 
knees as her mouth watered in sweet anticipation of
what she was about to do.
When she reached eye-level with his crotch, she 
stared mesmerized for several seconds. Her 
excitement soared. Already it was obvious he had a 
nice-sized prick, and she couldn't wait to suck it 
deep into her hot mouth. Slowly, she tugged down 
his zipper, then reached inside, anxious to reveal 
the prize.
His fuck-meat leaped in her hand, and she gasped as
the big slab uncoiled under her touch. He was 
certainly big enough, though surprisingly smaller 
than Larry and the teenaged stud, Tyler Winston. 
But that didn't matter now. She was quite sure his 
cock would do the trick.
Eagerly, she pulled his prick toward her mouth as 
she gripped the thick base of his cock-shaft. Her 
lips closed around his bulbous cock-knob, and they 
both moaned as she slowly drew more of his fuckmeat 
into her mouth.
She sucked gently on the flared rim of his cockhead 
as she dipped her hands to cup his balls and 
bring them too out of his pants fly. Her excitement
sizzled as she opened her mouth wider and inhaled 
the whole length of his fuck-meat.
"Oh, man, was I right about you!" he rasped, 
running his fingers through her long dark hair. "I 
wanted to fuck your mouth the moment I saw you 
tonight."
His hot words thrilled her, and Arlene began to 
suck feverishly, tightening the ring of her lips 
around his cock-root. His cock-bush tickled her 
nose, and she loved the sensation of it.
She continued to massage his balls as she began 
bobbing her head to and fro. She let her lips 
squeeze up and down the length of his fuck-shaft 
while always careful to keep the head of his prick 
securely locked between her lips. She picked up the
pace of her sucking gradually until her head was 
flying and his moans of pleasure were ringing 
joyous music in her ears.
Impulsively, she reached for her pussy with her 
free hand and fingered along her creamy slit. She 
toyed with her hard little clit as she continued to
suck his prick and caress his balls. She stabbed a 
finger up into her convulsing fuck-hole and gave a 
squeal of pleasure that immediately got his 
attention.
Barry chuckled harshly and shoved his prick hard 
into her welcoming mouth.
"You really get off on this, don't you?" he hissed.
"Fuck, I knew it! You've just got that look, baby. 
It's in the way you curl your lips on one side when
you smile, and it shines in your eyes when you 
glance down at a guy's fly. You're just hooked on 
cock, baby. No doubt about it!"
She thrust a second finger into her soupy cunt-hole
and began to quiver and jerk on her knees. Her 
orgasm was near and she responded by feasting 
gluttonously on his prick. But suddenly, Barry had 
a different idea.
He yanked his prick from her sucking lips and 
tugged on her hair.
"Take off that damn robe," he ordered.
His husky command sent shivers up her spine. She 
wasted no time obeying him, and shrugged the robe 
off her shoulders before she even reached her full 
standing height.
She stood before his appraising eyes, proudly 
displaying her curvaceous nudity to him. Her big 
tits jutted up and out, her twin pink nipples 
practically bursting with ripeness. And she 
thrilled as his hungry eyes devoured the rest of 
her, inch by inch, lingering finally on the 
alluring triangle of her dew-sprinkled dark cuntnest 
and the slivers of moist pink pulp peeking 
through the fleecy forest.
"That sonofabitch Joe is one lucky mother," he 
mused softly.
Arlene had to smile. She'd been hearing that a lot 
lately, and her womanly pride swelled.
"Turn around," he suddenly murmured. "Grab the 
footboard."
She heard his words but it took a few seconds for 
her to comprehend what he wanted.
Slowly, she obeyed him, but couldn't resist a 
backward glance over her shoulder.
He slapped her asscheek sharply, making her cry out
in startled surprise. Then, before she could fully 
react, he gave her vulnerable ass another spank. 
Then another, and another until she was helplessly 
writhing and squealing and dancing under the 
intensifying blows of his spanking.
"You love this!" he proclaimed, delivering the 
stinging blows in rapid-fire speed, blistering her 
shapely asscheeks and sending conflicting signals 
through her quivering body.
"No," she protested feebly, beginning to sob 
through her gasps.
"You're lying!" he sneered. "You've needed a real 
man to put you in your place."
"No, no, nnnooo!" she wailed. But through her cries
and protests, she continued to wiggle her ass under
the spanking hand and to clutch the footboard. She 
began to roll her ass, then to hump gently back and
forth, meeting the blows of his open hand and 
feeling the full force of the smacking stings on 
her naked assflesh.
She couldn't understand what was happening, but 
Arlene felt the erotic warmth filter throughout her
creamy pussy. Each blow seemed to charge her cuntal
depths with sexy energy. Her pussy-juices flowed 
and her puffy cunt-lips spasmed as her excited clit
tingled in the sweet sensations of a flowering 
ecstasy.
The pain was real, but so was the tremendous 
sensation overwhelming her pussy and fanning out to
every part of her lust-quaking body. And very 
quickly, the discomfort began to evaporate, leaving
in its place just the burning pleasure and the 
wondrous vibrations that so marvelously jarred her 
cunt.
"You're hurting me!" she lied, making her guttural 
plea through horny pants and sexy gasps.
"You're loving it!" he countered, knowing her 
better than she knew herself. "You want my cock so 
bad right now, you'll do anything to get it!"
"No! Yes! Oh, fuck you, yyyeeessss!" she shrieked, 
rocking and humping her attacked ass, proving with 
her motions that she craved this erotic spanking 
and wanton punishment.
Her pussy had never felt more alive and horny. A 
shuddering orgasm started in the convulsing depths 
of her cunt-hole, and Arlene bellowed a throaty cry
of pure rapture just as it spilled out over her 
trembling cunt-lips and shook every nerve in her 
body. Her juices flowed, glistening on her inner 
thighs. Her big, jiggling tits throbbed and 
tingled, and if she could've, she would've reached 
back, grabbed Barry's surging prick and stuffed it 
straight into her overheated, shuddering cunt.
Then, abruptly and without warning, the spanking 
stopped. Arlene groaned, unable to mask her 
disappointment. Panting and still twitching from 
the horny ordeal, the brunette waited in heart
throbbing silence for what would come next.
And very quickly, she got another delightful 
surprise.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Arlene was in a delirious state of lust and need. 
Any confusion still tormenting her had given way to
the heady sexual hunger pulsing throughout her body
and mind.
Her ass burned from Barry's vicious spanking. The 
startling surprise of his wanton action still 
reverberated through her senses and nerves. And 
through it all, her pussy continued to shudder and 
convulse in the throes of a tremendous orgasm.
She wanted desperately to glance back over her 
shoulder, but her sense of lewd drama disciplined 
her to remain as she was her hands gripping the 
footboard of the big bed, her head cowered down 
slightly, her huge tits dangling, throbbing and 
jiggling in anticipation as her nipples itched with
desire. Her ass was pushed back and up, an alluring
target for whatever Barry had in mind.
Arlene heard the familiar rustle of clothing, and 
she trembled in renewed eager anticipation, knowing
Barry was stripping. Her pussy spasmed 
involuntarily, as if already sucking his prick deep
inside. She could practically feel the marvelous 
thrust of his rigid, thick cock plunging into her 
fuck-hole. She wanted it so bad.
Her need was so strong. But all she could do for 
the moment was wait and anticipate and long for the
brutal drilling of his fuck-meat into her needy 
cunt-channel.
She finally felt him behind her. She trembled 
again, hot shivers rippling deliciously over her. 
Instinctively, she spread her legs and dipped her 
knees slightly, lifting her lovely ass even higher.
"You can't wait," he chided, snickering and giving 
her offered asscheeks another spank.
She gasped and stiffened momentarily. The thrilling
pleasure of the moment seemed to burst inside her. 
And then he slipped his hands around her and 
clutched her dangling tits. He squeezed the lush 
flesh-melons, and Arlene squealed in delight.
He pinched and pulled on her stiff, rubbery nipples
until she gave a hoarse, animallike plea. He moved 
in closer behind her, and suddenly his throbbing 
cock touched her ass. It was like an electrical 
current sizzling through her, and Arlene squealed 
again.
She abruptly held her breath as his spongy cockhead
grazed the syrupy folds of her cunt between her 
legs from behind. She yelped and twitched when she 
could no longer restrain herself. And he teased her
mercilessly, dabbing his prick-knob into the mushy 
slit of her pussy, probing the slick membranes 
along her gash.
It was all Arlene could do just to keep her hands 
in place gripping the footboard.
Wild tremors rocked her, jarring her into lusty 
contortions as the sparking pleasure overwhelmed 
her. Her juicy pussy seemed ready to snatch his 
prick-knob and to gobble up his thick fuck-meat.
"Ooohhh, Barry, ooohhhhh!" she moaned breathlessly.
"Do it, Barry! Fuck me! My pussy is so ready for 
your cock, Barry! Please, please, fuck me now!"
"Shit!" Barry suddenly jeered, giving her asscheek 
another harsh slap. "You think you're calling the 
shots, don't you?"
"No... I just want... ooohhh, Barry, please... fuck
me!" she gasped, her plea stretching out, coming 
between throaty pants. "Just fuck me! Please!"
Her big tits shivered and jiggled as the wild 
sensations zipped through her. Her bubbly pussy 
literally churned in horny expectation. Her juices 
flowed from her depths and her clit was a hard, 
itchy little button, pulsating with needy desire.
She'd never before been so primed for a fucking, 
and the wanton fact that this was her husband's 
powerful boss about to plunge his prick into her 
cunt added greatly to the incredible excitement of 
the event. It was all coming together, making for 
the sweetest possible revenge she could take on Joe
for fucking around with Barry's wife, Jennifer. It 
was all too perfect.
And then, without warning, Barry yanked his prick 
up along her asscrease and abruptly shoved his 
juice-smeared cock-knob against her asshole. In the
next split second, Arlene's nerves were alerted and
a horrendous wail came from her lungs. The shock 
and surprise of this unexpected ploy had caught her
totally off guard. And before she could take any 
other action, Barry chuckled hoarsely and rammed 
his fat prick-head into her tight shitter.
"You'll find out that I do things my way!" he 
hissed, stabbing his fuck-meat deeper into her 
asshole.
She winced as his cock stabbed halfway into her 
asshole. Her tight, puckered ass-ring squeezed 
around his fuck-tube, sending a searing sensation 
of both pain and pleasure throughout her body. Her 
shriek rang in her own ears as she involuntarily 
humped her hips and drove her ass back to meet the 
full thrust of his penetrating fuck-meat.
"Ooohhh, Barry!" she wailed, already rotating her 
hips and swinging her ass in tight, fast circles as
his cock dug deeper into her shitter. "Don't hurt 
me!
Ooohhh, don't be rough!"
"This is what you really want!" he hissed, 
squeezing the taut flesh of her asscheeks while 
corkscrewing his prick all the way into her buttery
shit-chute.
"You'll be begging me not to stop before I'm 
through with you!"
His words sounded far away. The heat of his 
drilling cock inside her asshole consumed her, its 
incredible warmth engulfing her. And even as he 
hammered his fuck-meat to the hilt into her 
asshole, the discomfort had disappeared and she 
knew his words were true.
He jerked his cock out almost all the way, only to 
slam it back into her loosened shitter. And now 
there was no stopping him. He banged her asshole 
with long, fast fuck-strokes, never failing to use 
every inch of his prick-shaft.
Arlene's guttural whines and hoarse moans grew 
louder and almost desperate as the pulsing pleasure
overwhelming her senses rocked her to the core. Her
overheated pussy seemed to explode as a mighty 
orgasm tripped through her fuck-channel. Her sugary
nectar coated her spasming cunt-lips as her asshole
flexed around his invading prick. She easily felt 
every bulge, vein and sway of his cock-shaft as her
tight shitter sheathed his drilling slab of cock. 
She was sure that he would split her in two, but 
she didn't care. The lewd ecstasy was much too 
great. She seemed to become captured by her own 
violent orgasm, swept away by the overpowering 
torrent of the crashing tidal waves that lambasted 
her cuntal depths.
As she fucked back at his pile-driving prick, 
Arlene realized everything he'd said about her was 
true. She did, indeed, crave this vicious assraping. 
It thrilled her to the core, and she 
couldn't get enough of it. The harder and deeper he
plunged his cock into her bowels, the better she 
loved it. Her orgasms became a continuous, feverish
series of spasms that shook her pussy in tremendous
jolts. The pure ecstasy of it all reeled her like 
nothing else ever had. The horny brunette was 
finally getting what she needed, and she didn't 
want it to ever stop.
"Fuck my ass, Barry!" she hissed through her 
squeals of delight. "Fuck my ass with your prick, 
hard and deep! Ohhhhhhh, fuck! Fuck! Yyyyeeeaaahhh!
I want it! I've got to have it, Barry! Fuck my 
ass!"
His squeezing hands went from her hips and 
asscheeks to her dangling tits as he pressed 
himself across her back. They both cried out 
passionately as new sensations laced their nerves. 
And through it all, he kept his ramrod-stiff prick 
knifing in and out of her tight shitter, never 
missing a stroke of his fierce ass-fucking 
movements.
There was no lull between her orgasms. Arlene 
experienced the incredible pleasure of one climax 
blending with the next, and the next. Her pussy, 
spewing her juices and trembling in its own 
ecstasy, just kept quivering and quaking as he 
reamed her shit-chute.
At last he groaned and his body seemed to tense 
into a suddenly rigid pose. His cock swelled in the
depths of her shitter. Then a mighty trembling 
overtook Barry, his whole body spasming as his 
thick load gushed into her bowels.
With the first blast of his spunk into her shitter,
Barry began again hammering his cock in and out of 
her flexing asshole. He ass-fucked her with the 
same full-length, hard strokes as before, but this 
time Arlene also got the full dose of his foamy 
jism to fill her asshole.
His climax triggered another explosive series of 
spasms and orgasms inside her pussy. She wailed and
humped wildly, humping her ass up to bang against 
his driving fuck-meat even as her ass muscles 
milked him dry.
The force of his final fuck-thrusting motions 
propelled them both over the footboard and onto the
bed. Arlene crashed into the mattress, and Barry 
came right over the top to land securely on her, 
his spewing prick still firmly lodged inside her 
squeezing asshole.
They lay in that position for long moments, 
gradually recuperating. Arlene whimpered softly, 
loving the feeling of his spent prick wedged up her
ass and her active ass muscles squeezing and 
flexing against it. And although she wasn't sure 
how much more she could've taken, she was sorry it 
was over.
As they lay there, Arlene had time to contemplate 
what had happened and all that had led up to this 
raunchy action. Her mind replayed her anger at 
realizing Joe had been cheating on her with Barry's
wife. For a few moments, she savored the sweet 
feeling of realized revenge. Then, the beginning 
pains of jealousy and anger began to seep back over
her. Even now, with Barry's prick still buried in 
her tight ass, she did a slow burn imagining Joe 
fucking and sucking Jennifer Castle. What galled 
her, she admitted, was that he was probably doing 
it just to get a promotion. She couldn't be sure 
about that, but it was a good guess. Knowing Joe, 
she decided, it was something calculated that would
fit his nature.
Suddenly, another startling thought crossed her 
mind. What if it was pure horniness and a mutual 
attraction that had led Joe and Jennifer into their
sordid affair? She pondered the troubling question 
for several seconds even as Barry began to stir on 
top of her.
"Don't look so glum, Arlene," Barry said with a 
soft snicker as he pulled his cock out of her ass 
and rolled over on the bed. "You loved every minute
of it, and I know it."
"Maybe," she snapped, propping her head up on her 
right hand and glancing at him with cool arrogance.
"And maybe I've done my husband's career some good 
at the same time."
Barry Castle laughed.
"Oh, lady, you are good," he said, reaching over 
and playfully slapping her hip.
His gaze lingered on her huge tits, then traveled 
down over her subtly curved belly, on to the damp 
ringlets of her dark cunt-patch. "Did I tell you 
what a lucky bastard Joe is to have a sexy cunt 
like you for an old lady?"
"It's been mentioned before," she said aloofly, 
battling the sudden temptation to blurt out what 
she suspected had been going on between Barry's 
wife and her husband. "What about you and 
Jennifer?" She was unable to resist the bitchy urge
to bring it up in this roundabout way. "Don't you 
think you're a lucky bastard having a sexy cunt 
like her all for yourself?"
His eyes narrowed as he glanced quickly up to her 
face. A slow smile then curved his lips as he 
reached up to tickle one of her plump, pink nipples
with his index fingertip.
"Just say, Jennifer and I are perfectly suited to 
each other," he said. "It's sort of like the way 
you and I are suited to each other too." She 
snorted a harsh chuckle and started to scoot off 
the bed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back 
down. His eyes bored into hers and his smirk turned
into a chilling sneer.
"You're going to thank me for fucking your ass," he
rasped. "And you know how you're going to do that?"
She held her breath as her eyes locked on his face.
Finally, she shook her head.
Already, a strange mesmerizing feeling was sweeping
over her, and Arlene knew it was happening but she 
could do nothing to stop it. She tried to ignore 
the lusty excitement beginning to sizzle in the pit
of her cunt-channel. There was the alive resurgence
of her clit, twitching gradually into stiffness 
even as a fresh glaze of pussy-nectar lubed her 
inner cunt-lips. Her prominent nipples started to 
itch into pointy berries, and still the strange 
hazy cloud of wanton lust began to slip more 
tightly around her.
"You're going to kiss my cock," he said softly, his
husky voice touching deep nerves inside her pussy. 
"You're going to suck my cock clean, and that'll 
let me know how much you appreciated the assfucking 
I gave you."
As he began to push her down toward his throbbing 
prick, the strange excitement surged inside her. 
She knew she should've been repulsed by his 
command. After all, he was wanting her to perform 
this duty in the most degrading way. At the same 
time, Arlene shuddered with horny excitement at the
notion of giving him head just after his prick had 
been pumping in and out of her asshole.
She put up a feeble struggle, but he had no trouble
pushing her head down level with his surging fuck
meat. And as he chuckled lewdly, she flicked her 
tongue out over his cock-head and began to swirl 
and lick at the bloated crown.
The pungent aroma mingled with the salty residue of
his jizz on his prick-flesh, and Arlene shocked 
herself by suddenly being unable to resist gobbling
up the tangy cock-knob. She gulped the bloated 
cock-head into her mouth and sucked it with 
gluttonous zeal.
She couldn't help herself, and as she inhaled inch 
after inch of his fuck-meat, drawing it deeper into
her mouth, she couldn't ignore Barry's hoarse 
chuckling. I am a perverted slut, she told herself.
And even with that silent admission, she felt a 
mixture of shock and pride. She'd finally unleashed
her true feelings and faced them. It hadn't been 
enough for her to fuck her neighbor, Larry Martin.
Experimenting in lesbian tongue-fucking with Cathy 
Martin hadn't even been enough.
And seducing that kid, Tyler Winston, still hadn't 
made her face the glaring fact that she was simply 
a wanton, perverse slut, not needing any real 
excuse to hop on a strange cock and lick an offered
cunt.
Sucking off Barry's cock, fresh from her own 
asshole, was proving it and showing her the real 
her. Now there could be no turning away or 
pretending that she was anything but a fuck-crazy 
slut.
She felt a weird liberation as she gobbled up 
Barry's pungent fuck-meat and fondled his juice
sticky balls. She didn't have to worry about 
revenge or getting even or promoting Joe's job. 
None of that mattered now. This was just her and a 
hard cock.
This was just her, finally unleashed by a masterful
stud mature enough to recognize her true nature and
to exploit it for the good of them both.
She bobbed her head up and down over his prick 
several times, wetting his fuck-meat down 
generously with her spit. Then she pulled back 
until just the tip end of his cock-head was 
vulnerable to her tickling teeth and nibbling lips.
She pried her tongue-tip into the tiny slit of his 
piss-hole, and thrilled as his chuckles suddenly 
turned into guttural groans of pure lewd ecstasy. 
His strong fingers tangled in her long dark hair as
she continued to tease his pisser, lapping at the 
pre-come fluid that already gathered there, just 
inside his piss-slit. At the same time, Arlene 
impulsively dipped her fingers below his balls, 
deciding to give him a little dose of his own 
medicine. Quickly, she traced her fingers along his
asscrack and, before he could react, she plunged a 
stiffened digit into his puckered shitter.
Barry Castle wailed and came up off the bed several
inches. His cock plowed deep into her throat at the
same time and he was forced to wriggle his ass 
vigorously as she impaled him with her drilling 
finger. His prick leaped inside her clutching lips 
and his cock-head expanded instantly, bulging 
against the back of her throat.
She kept her lips locked on his prick and began 
wriggling her imbedded finger inside his tight 
asshole. She started finger-fucking his asshole 
while bobbing her head again up and down on his 
cock. She built a dizzying tempo, matching her twin
activities into a frenzy that blurred the vision, 
and all the while her overheated pussy charged into
convulsing spasms.
With her free hand, she speared her cunt with two 
fingers and rapidly brought herself to a thunderous
climax. A second later, Barry's asshole choked her 
swirling, dipping finger and his prick exploded 
inside her sucking mouth. His thick spunk shot down
her gulping throat and she used that precise moment
to shove her ass-fucking finger to the hilt into 
his bowels.
Barry howled as his body pulsated and twisted. He 
could've been plugged into a live electrical socket
from his wild reaction. His come gushed in frothy 
waves, splashing down Arlene's throat even as her 
steamy pussy rippled violently and sent a sea of 
clear nectar out over her trembling cunt-lips to 
spill over her plowing fingers and hand.
Much later, after Barry had dressed and left, 
Arlene was still contemplating the newly revealed 
truth about herself. Standing under the soothing, 
hot shower, lazily fingering her clit and 
shuddering through the resulting sweet vibrations 
ringing throughout her cunt, she felt resigned and 
at peace.
After all, she decided, there were worse things 
than being a perverse, horny slut.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Overseeing the inventory had become a weekend 
affair for Joe. He'd been home briefly a couple of 
times to nap, change clothes, grab some fast food 
and dash back off to conquer the responsibilities 
of his newly acquired position. For Arlene, she was
left with lots of time to think and ponder. And 
everything came up to the same conclusion she'd 
reached Friday night with Barry Castle: She was a 
cock-crazy cunt who'd use any excuse to fuck anyone
available.
It wasn't too difficult for Arlene to accept the 
reality of what she'd become.
After all, she'd kept herself in top form, and all 
these years she'd thought she was doing it just for
Joe. It certainly didn't shock her now to discover 
she enjoyed taking advantage of her curvaceous body
and healthy appetite for sex. She'd only needed the
right circumstances to push her in that direction, 
and once tasting the luscious fruits of wild 
fucking and sucking with friends or casual 
acquaintances, she'd become an unleashed fucking 
machine. And as for Joe, she still felt he'd taken 
some part in her new self-discovery.
She hadn't had the opportunity to confront him 
about Jennifer Castle. And the longer she went 
without mentioning it to him, the more she doubted 
she ever would.
Besides, the aching memory of her encounter with 
Barry Castle was still uncomfortably fresh. Her 
asshole remained tender, though not unpleasingly 
so, by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around and 
she faced the prospect of a lonely day alone, stuck
in the house. When Cathy called and invited her 
next door for lunch, Arlene didn't hesitate.
The afternoon began in perfect, neighborly 
innocence. Larry and Cathy Martin were proper 
hosts, and Arlene enjoyed their company and the 
leisurely, familiar atmosphere they provided. More 
than once, Arlene smugly enjoyed the private 
knowledge that she'd made it with both of them, and
that she'd seen them fucking on the very den sofa 
where she now sat with her after-meal drink.
"Let's play some cards," Larry suggested, clapping 
his hands together and smiling, anxious to keep the
party rolling.
"Oh, Larry," Cathy complained with a giggle. 
"Relax! Besides, can't you think of a better way 
for the three of us to entertain ourselves?"
Arlene's heart leaped and she eyed Larry's lewd 
smirk and wink.
"Baby! You constantly surprise me!" he chided his 
wife, giving her tits a playful squeeze through her
blouse.
"I should've known you'd think I was talking about 
sex," Cathy snickered, glancing toward Arlene.
"Well?" he said, slipping an arm around his wife's 
slender waist and rubbing her shapely ass. "You 
didn't say you hated the idea."
"Larry! You're impossible!" she protested, but 
Arlene noticed the young blonde wasn't too terribly
outraged.
Then Arlene saw her neighbor's eyes level on her, 
and she felt a slight blush color her cheeks. 
Suddenly, it seemed it was all up to her.
"Maybe I should leave you two alone," Arlene said 
finally.
"Hell no!" Larry thundered, much to Arlene's 
relief. "You're part of this party."
He glanced at his wife. "What do you say, hon? 
Wanna have a little fun with Arlene?"
Cathy's face was flushed as she smiled straight at 
Arlene.
"Well, darling, that's up to Arlene," she purred.
Arlene was horny and thrilled by the idea of 
joining a sexy threesome with Larry and Cathy. Yet 
she struggled briefly with the fear of somehow 
ruining the individual relationship she enjoyed 
with Larry and with Cathy on a separate basis.
She wasn't sure how one would respond knowing the 
other one had already had a little fucking party 
with her. But that fear settled itself when Larry 
gently led her and Cathy from the den and into the 
master bedroom.
The next few minutes were a heady blur to Arlene. 
When she focused her attention again, she found 
herself naked and on the Martin's bed. Larry and 
Cathy were also naked, sitting on the foot of the 
bed, kissing passionately and fondling each other. 
And suddenly, Larry turned toward Arlene.
Arlene's heart hammered in her chest as Larry 
crawled between her legs. He flicked his tongue 
along her inner thighs as his head inched toward 
her pussy. She trembled as Larry's hot breath 
bathed her succulent cunt.
Cathy cuddled alongside Arlene and fondled the 
brunette's lush tits as her lips found Arlene's. 
The two women kissed and very quickly darted their 
tongues into each other's mouth just as Larry began
sucking and teasing Arlene's clit.
Arlene gasped with pleasure as the young blonde 
squeezed her tits, pinched her nipples and drove 
her hot tongue into Arlene's mouth. At the same 
time, Larry intensified the licking and sucking he 
was performing on Arlene's clit. By the time he 
dipped his tongue to delve into Arlene's creamy 
slit, the brunette was humping on the bed and 
sighing hoarse whimpers of pure delight.
Larry eventually licked and poked at Arlene's 
pussy-socket. His active tongue drove her wild, and
the brunette was deliriously charged into a sexual 
frenzy. She responded by shoving her tongue into 
Cathy's mouth and pressing her tits against the 
blonde's hands.
Her pussy began to quiver and quake as Larry's 
tongue finally pierced her puffy tissues and 
speared between her clinging, juicy pussy-lips. He 
wiggled his tongue deeper into her cunt-crevice and
slid it into her overheated pussy. Arlene went 
crazy. She bucked and groaned as the incredible 
sensations overwhelmed her.
Larry's talented tongue was like a small, flexible 
cock impaling her pussy. Deftly, he swirled his 
tongue deeper and deeper inside her, flicking her 
cunt-walls and jarring her fuck-hole into violent 
spasms.
She humped up to meet the thrusts of his 
penetrating tongue. She fucked back at his tongue, 
all the while savoring the lusty French-kissing 
between herself and Cathy.
By the time Cathy had pulled her mouth away and was
busy sucking Arlene's tits and nipples, Arlene was 
near a thunderous orgasm. Her pussy, being so 
expertly tongue-fucked by Larry, was verging on a 
massive eruption. Her tangy cunt-juices were 
already flowing, coating his drilling tongue and 
soaking his lips. She squealed as she felt his lips
press against her pussy, his nose touch her clit. 
She shrieked as his tongue uncoiled inside her 
convulsing fuck-hole, touching depths before 
reserved only for a stiff prick. And in that same 
wondrous moment, Cathy bit down on one of her 
nipples, sending Arlene into joyous ecstasy.
She hissed and shrieked and bucked and tossed as 
she came. Her juices cascaded from her fuck-tunnel 
and splashed over Larry's tongue to splash into his
mouth and over his chin. He rubbed his face against
her slippery pussy and kept his drilling tongue 
flicking deeper between her shuddering cunt-walls. 
And through it all, her pussy seemed to suck up his
tongue, to pull it even deeper as she bounced her 
ass up and down on the bed.
So lost in the delirious pleasure was Arlene that 
it wasn't until Cathy had sat up and straddled her 
face did the brunette realize she was about to get 
a mouthful of tasty blonde cunt. She blinked and 
licked her lips just as Cathy lowered her pussy.
And Arlene shivered with excitement, watching in 
lewd fascination as the blonde's cunt spread open 
just above her face, the pinkish pussy-lips peeling
back, awaiting the invasion of Arlene's tongue and 
the kiss of her lips on the blonde's most intimate 
spot.
Cathy settled herself comfortably on Arlene's face 
and instantly shrieked with glee as the older 
woman's tongue lunged up into her tight, shuddering
fuck-hole. She began rocking back and forth, 
swaying her hips and letting her clit rub against 
Arlene's nose. At the same time, the blonde's cunt 
muscles went into rapid work, flexing and churning,
sucking up the brunette's tongue and pulling at 
Arlene's nibbling lips. Within seconds, Cathy had 
to hump faster and harder.
Meanwhile, Larry let his tongue slip from Arlene's 
soupy cunt. He wedged his hands beneath her 
asscheeks and lifted her slightly. He darted his 
tongue down between her asscheeks until he touched 
her sore shitter with his tongue-tip.
Arlene automatically shuddered and tensed, but 
Larry's tongue-strokes produced a soothing 
sensation in her abused asshole. The brunette gave 
a throaty hiss and kept chomping on the blonde's 
pressing cunt while savoring the sweet tongue
swabbing Larry was giving her shitter.
She shifted her hips and continued to hump in hot 
fuck motions. Larry's nose was now practically 
plugged into her pussy-socket as he lubed her 
asshole with his spit and tongue. Then she thrilled
as his tongue-tip popped into her buttery asshole, 
opening her up in gentle, prying flicks and darts. 
At the same time, she gobbled up Cathy's flavorful 
cunt-juices and devoured the blonde's succulent 
pussy.
The soreness evaporated as her tender asshole 
responded to Larry's delicate tonguing. It was all 
so different from the aggressive, punishing fucking
Barry Castle had given her shitter. And though 
Barry's rape of her ass had been wantonly exciting,
this delicate ass-plugging Larry was performing 
with his tongue sent Arlene into immediate frenzies
of pure, delicious ecstasy. Her pussy convulsed and
another marvelous orgasm swept through her.
Arlene, consumed by her own lust and the wondrous 
ecstasy Larry's tongue was providing, wasn't 
prepared for Cathy's cuntal eruption. The blonde 
suddenly jerked and jolted atop Arlene's face. Her 
golden-haired cunt shuddered incredibly, sending a 
sweet shower of hot nectar into Arlene's sucking 
mouth.
Arlene gulped it down, relishing the tangy taste 
and the tickling vibrations of the blonde's cunt
lips on her lips and chin. She had to reach up and 
grab the blonde's curvy hips and ass as Cathy's 
climax jarred through her. She pressed the blonde's
pussy down hard on her face and glued her lips to 
the blonde's gaping fuck-hole.
She sucked vigorously, drawing out the sugary 
juices until Cathy toppled to one side and 
collapsed alongside Arlene, gasping and grunting in
the afterglow of her orgasm.
It was then that Arlene glanced down in time to see
Larry lift his head and smile up at her from 
between her spread legs. His handsome youthful face
glistened with her own pussy-juices, and Arlene had
the overwhelming urge to grab his face between her 
hands and lick her own nectar off his flesh. She 
managed to sit up before Larry altered her horny 
plans. He pushed her back down and climbed over 
her, bringing his throbbing prick right to her 
mouth.
Cathy sat up and reached to cup her husband's balls
just as he settled astride Arlene's tits. She 
grinned at her husband, then ringed her fingers 
around the fat base of his cock-shaft. She guided 
his prick-knob into Arlene's mouth, and moaned 
along with Arlene as Larry fed the brunette his 
cock-head.
Arlene's lips closed around Larry's prick-knob. His
hot, bloated cock-crown seared her tongue, and she 
thrilled to the delicious pleasure of it. 
Immediately, the brunette began sucking up his 
prick, inhaling as much of his shaft as possible, 
taking it in one long breath.
Cathy briefly disappeared from Arlene's view a 
moment later, but the brunette paid no particular 
attention until a few seconds later she felt the 
blonde's tongue on her glistening cunt-lips. Arlene
growled an animal-like sound of pleasure and curled
her fingers around Larry's thick cock-root. At the 
same time, she sucked hungrily on his cock-head. 
She began moving her fist up and down his cockshaft 
while swirling her tongue eagerly around his 
swollen cock-head. At that moment, she had to 
shriek as Cathy's tongue pried into her overheated 
cunt-hole.
She slid Larry's cock-skin up and down his shaft, 
then moved her hand to his balls as she gobbled up 
the entire length of his fuck-meat. His cock-head 
nudged the back of her throat just as Cathy's 
tongue plunged to the hilt into her fuck-hole.
Arlene responded by drenching Larry's cock with her
saliva and sucking his prick with even more 
pressure. She thrilled to the sudden raspy grunt 
that came from Larry's throat as he began pumping 
his cock harder into her mouth. He might as well 
have been fucking her needy pussy from the way he 
banged her mouth. And Arlene couldn't get enough of
it.
Her pussy caught on fire as Cathy's expert tonguing
continued. Even though Arlene's pussy ached to be 
filled by Larry's surging prick, she could not have
found a better substitute than Cathy's drilling, 
swirling tongue, plugging her pussy-hole.
Another fiery orgasm built inside Arlene's 
shuddering cunt-hole. Overcome by this surge of 
renewed passion, the brunette gobbled up Larry's 
prick, then boldly gripped his manly ass and pulled
him tighter against her face. She spat out his cock
and quickly sucked his balls into her mouth.
His surprised, happy growl thrilled Arlene as she 
munched delicately on his balls.
She again stroked his spit-smeared cock with her 
right hand as she devoured his balls and savored 
the steady tongue-fucking Cathy was giving her 
spasming pussy.
And then it was Larry who interrupted this cozy 
three-way connection. He rolled off Arlene's chest 
and pulled Arlene over on top of him.
"Sit on my cock," he rasped. "And Cathy, get up 
here and feed me some pussy."
The women eagerly complied with his instructions. 
Arlene straddled his loins, gripped the fat base of
his cock and lowered her quivering pussy onto his 
bloated cock-knob. She threw her head back and 
wailed in ecstasy as her cunt-lips spread open over
his bulbous cock-knob. She couldn't resist using 
his spongy cock-crown to rub her clit, and she 
swished her hips and ass back and forth in short, 
jerky motions while gripping his cock-shaft and 
allowing her clit to brush back and forth against 
his prick-knob.
Larry hissed and groaned and jerked beneath her, 
obviously electrified by the tortuous friction 
Arlene's clit was causing his sensitive, inflamed 
cock-head. But his guttural sighs were suddenly 
muffled by his wife's cunt as Cathy wasted no 
precious time in sitting astride his face and 
humping her pussy onto his mouth.
Hot erotic pleasure scalded Arlene even before she 
sat flush on Larry's mammoth prick. Once she'd 
impaled herself on his fuck-meat, she began to 
grind herself against his pelvic bone while her 
cunt-walls and pussy muscles flexed and churned on 
his imbedded prick. Her ass rubbed over his balls 
and his upper thighs as she pressed her full weight
on his cock. His cockhead seemed to tip into the 
entrance of her womb, jolting her pussy into 
immediate spasms. And in the first throes of her 
latest orgasm, Arlene's ecstatic cries sounded 
throughout the bedroom.
The first wave of her massive orgasm finally 
filtered out over her nerves, and Arlene was 
propelled into further action. She began bouncing 
up and down on Larry's prick, her juicy cunt 
clutching his fuck-meat as the slick walls of her 
pussy and the suction-like lips and pulp of her 
cunt milked his prick.
At the same time, Arlene couldn't resist reaching 
around Cathy and fondling the blonde's jiggling, 
huge tits even as Cathy rocked and swayed on her 
husband's face.
She pinched the blonde's big nipples, and the two 
women's squeals mingled as they both used Larry to 
jar them over the edge into another lusty delirium 
of explosive orgasms.
"Shit! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Cathy cried, 
grabbing Arlene's hands on her tits and squeezing 
her twin tit-globes even as Arlene did the same.
They heard Larry's slurping sounds as she gobbled 
up his wife's flowing cunt-nectar. And still the 
blonde rode her husband's face while encouraging 
Arlene to keep fondling and massaging her fleshy 
tits.
At the same time, Arlene suddenly jerked and 
twitched as her own orgasm rocked her pussy. Her 
cunt erupted on Larry's trembling prick and her 
gushing juices washed down over his cock and balls 
and lap.
A few seconds later, Larry humped his ass up and 
down on the bed, slamming his prick up into 
Arlene's flexing fuck-hole. His fuck-meat banged 
through the powerfully contracted muscles of 
Arlene's climaxing pussy, intensifying her own 
orgasm that much more. He then grunted, the sound 
partially muffled by his wife's spasming pussy. His
cock leaped inside Arlene's constricted fuck-hole. 
And in a moment, Arlene felt the steamy blast of 
Larry's spunk against her womb.
He continued to bounce up and down beneath the 
women, his prick shooting a river of his jism into 
the brunette's hot cunt. He kept heaving his 
spurting prick up into her squeezing pussy until 
his fuck-meat finally went limp and slipped out of 
her clutching cunt.
"Now, wasn't that better than playing cards, 
Larry?" Cathy said with a flirty smile as she 
finally rolled off her husband's face and lay 
beside him. She flashed a wink at Arlene and 
reached down to tickle the damp clump of his cock
hair, now matted with Arlene's pussy-nectar and his
own leaked jizz.
Still gasping from his violent orgasm and licking 
his wife's pussy-dew off his lips, Larry smiled and
reached up lazily to handle Arlene's lush tits.
"All I know is I'm one lucky king to have such a 
pair of fuck-loving queens." he said.
CHAPTER NINE
Two weeks later everything came unglued.
It was Monday. Arlene had just cleared away the 
breakfast dishes and was anxious to get dressed and
made up for a ten o'clock meeting with Barry Castle
at an apartment he kept in the city when Joe 
shocked her by suddenly entering through the back 
door.
One glance at his face and Arlene knew something 
was terribly wrong. A sinking panic jarred her, and
before she could ask the obvious question, he said 
it all.
"Castle fired me," he murmured, then stepped around
her and headed for the refrigerator. He took a beer
from the fridge and kept his back to her.
"Joe!" she gasped, stunned. "What on earth 
happened?"
He turned slowly. "You'll find out sooner or 
later," he said with a helpless shrug.
"I've been balling Jennifer. Castle found out this 
morning. He went crazy. Fired me on the spot and 
told Jennifer he was calling his lawyer. He's 
kicking her out."
His words hit her like buckshot. Arlene practically
stumbled backward, her mind reeling as she digested
what Joe had just told her.
When she glanced up, Joe had left the kitchen. She 
followed quickly, her mind now racing with wild 
ideas. She caught up with him in the den. He stood 
gazing out through the sliding glass door leading 
into the backyard.
"Joe, darling, we can try to sort this thing out," 
she said soothingly, coming up behind him, slipping
her arms around his waist and hugging herself to 
him.
"That's a laugh, Arlene!" he snorted. "Didn't you 
hear a fucking thing I've said? I was humping 
Jennifer in this uptown pad she keeps for strange 
cock, and in barges goddamn Barry. He flips out, 
cans my ass and tells Jennifer to hit the road. Now
what sorting out are we gonna fuckin' do?"
"I knew you were fucking Jennifer," Arlene said 
calmly.
Joe turned slowly and stared at his wife. "How? 
When did you... I mean... how did you know?" he 
stammered.
She shrugged. "I figured it out at the dinner 
party. The way she looked at you...
it was like the way I used to look at you..."
Her voice cracked and she had to look away. Tears 
welled in her eyes. Suddenly, she was saying things
she hadn't even let herself think, and she was 
coming apart. The real truth was surfacing, and she
worried even more would come out if she didn't 
control herself immediately. The last thing she 
wanted to do was hurt Joe. She sure didn't want to 
hurt him like she'd been hurt by his affair with 
Jennifer. She sniffled and faced him with a brave 
smile.
"I think I know why you were fucking Jennifer," she
heard herself say, measuring her words. "I 
understand, Joe. I think you were really fucking 
her for me. You know how much I wanted this 
promotion for you... well, I guess, really for me."
He touched her arms and pulled her against him. He 
kissed her forehead, then wrapped his arms around 
her, squeezing her to him.
"I wanted the promotion for me, too," he whispered.
"And, I've got to tell you, she turned me on. Oh, 
she knew just how to do it." Arlene pulled back and
appraised him with a sexy smirk. "Really?" she 
cooed, a weird, raunchy mood creeping over her.
"Honey, that slut may be older, but I've forgotten 
more tricks than she's ever known!"
Joe laughed. "You're incredible," he rasped. "Here 
I am thinking you'd be ready for the divorce 
lawyers and all pissed about me losing the job, and
here you are, your ass over the dashboard because 
the bitch I've been balling isn't the fuck you are!
Fuckin' amazing!"
He reached for her tits and gave one a gentle 
squeeze through her gown. She groaned and cupped 
his cock and balls through his slacks.
"You got any left for me?" she chided, feeling his 
prick throb under her touch.
"You bet!" he hissed. "I should've known if anybody
could turn the day I get fired into a fuck party, 
it'd be you."
She snickered even as she sank to her knees in 
front of him. Her fingers busily unzipped his pants
fly and she quickly pulled out his prick.
She reached back inside his pants and eased out his
balls while she flicked her tongue over his cockhead. 
She tongued his piss-slit, then swirled her 
tongue around his ballooning prick-knob. She 
lathered the smooth surface generously with her 
spit, then sucked the fat knob between her lips. 
She sucked steadily, drawing half of his cock-shaft
into her hot mouth and continuing to caress his 
balls as he stroked her silky dark hair.
"I should've gotten fired a long time ago," Joe 
quipped, his prick leaping inside her sucking 
mouth. He began to hump his hips and pump his cock 
in and out of her ringed lips. "Oh, baby, I'm one 
lucky motherfucker to have you!"
She almost gagged on his fuck-meat, but managed to 
recover in time to receive the full thrust of his 
prick all the way into her mouth. He began banging 
her mouth in full strokes, using her lips like her 
pussy, and Arlene loved it. This was the old Joe. 
This was her man.
It was sometime during this frantic cocksucking 
that she knew she'd be telling her husband her own 
little secrets. She could only hope he'd be 
understanding and still think himself lucky having 
a fuck-crazy slut for a wife. In the meantime, 
she'd forgotten everything except the glorious 
sensations flooding her as she used her mouth and 
tongue on her husband's pulsing fuck-meat.
His balls tightened in her hand and his cockhead 
swelled as it banged against her throat. She felt 
him shudder and heard him groan. And just before he
blasted his jism down her throat, Joe pulled her 
off his cock.
"I'm saving it for a few minutes," he puffed, 
pulling her up and jerking open her gown.
He pressed his face against her tits and sucked one
of her stiff, ripe nipples between his lips. He 
chewed delicately on the tit-nub, just the way she 
liked it, and Arlene was soon swooning as the 
pleasure consumed her.
He moved his attention to her other nipple and 
repeated the lusty process. Then he devoured her 
tit-globes, gulping them into his hungry mouth, 
glutting Himself on the tasty orbs while squeezing 
her firm asscheeks. He kept her pressed against his
body as he feasted on her tits. By the time he 
swept her up into his arms and carried her over to 
the sofa, Arlene was on the verge of coming.
He stretched her out on the sofa and peeled back 
the folds of her gown. He eyed her nakedness with 
horny appreciation, and Arlene tingled with womanly
pride. She could never get tired of getting that 
aroused look, especially from the one man she truly
loved. She reached up and pulled his head down to 
her face and kissed him with urgent passion and 
need. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she 
sucked on it just as she had his cock moments 
before.
She squirmed her asscheeks against the sofa 
cushions, rotating her hips and humping her cunt in
a horny dance. Her clit was shivering, bursting 
with overheated lust and desire. Her nipples were 
like stinging coals and her massive tit-globes 
throbbed and pulsed in the same rhythm as her 
racing heart beat.
Joe shifted around, and Arlene cried out 
passionately as he ducked his head between her 
spread legs. His lips nibbled on her puffy, juicy 
cunt-lips and her ragged cries intensified. She 
made a mad grab for his jutting prick and clutched 
it possessively, stroking it furiously.
"Give it to me, Joe!" she panted. "I need it so 
bad, darling! Give me your cock, darling!"
He surprised her by swinging a leg over her head 
and aiming his cock at her mouth.
All the while, he kept his face pressed against her
pussy, tonguing her gash and peeling back her cunt
lips with his fingertips.
She gobbled up his prick, taking every inch of it 
inside her mouth in one gulp. At the same time, she
shrieked as her husband's tongue touched her clit.
She bucked her ass and heaved her cunt up at his 
face as he sucked her twitching clit between his 
teeth. He tongue-lashed her sensitive little clit 
until her wild spasms practically jarred her off 
the sofa. It was all she could do to keep her lips 
locked around the fat midsection of his cock-shaft.
She couldn't remember the last time she and Joe had
sixty-nined. She couldn't remember much of anything
right now. All that mattered was that she and Joe 
were in love, that they needed each other, and that
everything was better with Joe. She couldn't 
imagine ever again sixty-nining Joe or fucking with
Joe and thinking about anybody else. She'd come too
close to losing him, to letting something slip away
that she'd taken for granted.
Her pussy suddenly convulsed and heaved as the 
ripples of her climax rattled through her cunt. Her
cunt-juices gushed from her depths, glazing her 
cunt-lips and inner thighs. Her lusty wails were 
muffled by Joe's pumping cock, so thoroughly 
filling her mouth. She shuddered and trembled and 
savored the delicious and wondrous eruption of her 
pussy.
Joe finally freed her clit from his lips and teeth 
and licked his way lower on her slit. He teased the
creamy folds of her pussy as he worked his tongue 
toward her cunt-socket. He drove her crazy as he 
teased her fuck-hole with his tongue-tip and 
plucked at her tender cuntal membranes with his 
lips and teeth.
All the while, Arlene devoured his fuck-meat and 
caressed his balls. She snaked a finger back along 
his asscrease and tickled his asshole with her 
fingertip. That made his cock leap inside her 
mouth, and she picked up the tempo of her sucking.
She let her lips glide up and down his shaft, 
sucking harder and faster with every penetration of
his prick into her mouth.
Finally, Joe shoved his tongue into his wife's 
overheated fuck-tunnel. Arlene's hips jerked up and
her ass came off the sofa as she rammed her pussy 
into his face.
His tongue knifed to the hilt into her churning 
pussy and he wriggled it around, delving and 
burrowing into the molten, syrupy center of her 
cunt.
She came again, and wild contortions twisted her 
shapely body on the sofa. Her lips squeezed the 
thick root of his fuck-stick and she sharply 
inhaled as an automatic result of the violent 
orgasm that ripped her pussy. That sudden response 
triggered Joe's climax and, with a grunt and a 
rapid spasming of his hips, his cock blasted a 
shower of thick jism down her throat.
His pulpy load almost choked her as she gulped and 
swallowed. And still he slammed his spewing prick 
in and out of her mouth while continuing to tongue 
her pussy-hole.
She wanted the pleasure to last. She wanted the 
sweet ecstasy to linger forever, to seal them in 
place, locked in this intimate embrace, his mouth 
on her cunt and her mouth on his cock.
She drank down his spunk with a gleeful relish and 
savored the tremendous vibrations that continued to
rattle her pussy. Joe's imbedded tongue kept 
wriggling inside her like a snake loose in the 
grass, and Arlene could've stopped time right then.
But finally, Joe eased his prick from her mouth and
she reluctantly slumped on the sofa. They grinned 
at each other and Joe reached down to help her sit 
up. And just then the shadow of a movement caught 
the corner of Arlene's eye. She turned her head 
toward the sliding glass door and tensed. She 
blinked, and by now Joe saw her action and followed
her gaze.
She gave a startled shriek and bolted upright on 
the sofa, instinctively covering her tits with her 
arms. It was Larry and Cathy crouched along the row
of bushes just beyond the sliding glass door.
Before she could react, Joe went charging toward 
the glass door, apparently oblivious to the fact 
that he was very much naked and his exposed, 
saliva-glazed prick was still half-hard. He jerked 
back the sliding door and shouted an outraged curse
at the two blushing neighbors.
Arlene scampered off the sofa and grabbed for her 
robe. She managed to cover herself just as Larry 
and Cathy approached the sliding glass door.
Cathy gazed openly at Joe's nude body, her eyes 
seeming to sparkle with lust as she watched his 
cock. Larry was too amused to be overly 
embarrassed, although both of the Martins were 
still blushing.
"I should call the cops!" Joe raged, suddenly 
realizing he was standing there with his naked 
prick lewdly twitching. He backed away quickly and 
reached for his clothes on the den floor as the 
Martins casually strolled into the den.
"It's a little late for modesty, Joe," Cathy cooed,
flashing Arlene a wicked wink.
"Why don't you two just stay comfortable and let 
Larry and me join you?"
Arlene, dumbfounded by the intrusion, suddenly 
shook herself from her trance. She couldn't stop 
the giggling that sang out inside her, and she sat 
back down on the sofa.
"You two are really bad," Arlene chuckled. "I think
I've just gotten paid back."
The Martins laughed and Larry stepped toward 
Arlene. He nodded and whispered, "We knew you were 
there all along that day. Cathy kept telling me I 
was showing off, and I kept warning her not to look
your way. Shit, I almost popped my wad when I 
noticed you fingering yourself."
"What the fuck is going on?" Joe demanded, 
defiantly dropping his slacks back to the floor 
without stepping into them. He made no effort to 
cover his naked body as he looked at his wife, then
back to the Martins.
"I'll tell you all about it, Joe," Cathy purred, 
marching up to him and curling her fingers around 
his prick.
"Remember that day I rushed home and you were here 
and I told you a dog had been chasing me?" Arlene 
said, suddenly excited by the sight of Cathy 
fondling Joe's cock. "Well, I was really "
"Let Cathy tell him all about it," Larry said, 
plopping down beside Arlene on the sofa and 
reaching inside her gown to stroke her tits. 
"Besides, the four of us surely don't have any 
secrets between us now."
Arlene shot a tentative glance toward her husband, 
and was relieved to see however stunned he might 
be, Cathy was preoccupying him now. His prick was 
rock-hard inside her stroking fingers and already 
Joe was busy unbuttoning the young blonde's blouse.
Larry's mouth covered Arlene's, and the horny 
brunette housewife eagerly returned her young 
neighbor's kiss. She took his tongue deep into her 
mouth and dropped her hand into his lap. She felt 
his throbbing prick through his slacks as her pussy
quivered into fresh excitement. She gasped and 
sighed as Larry's fingers tweaked her rosy nipples 
and caressed her full, throbbing tit-melons.
Meanwhile, Joe had peeled off Cathy's blouse and 
lifted the blonde's bra up over her huge tits. He 
licked and nipped at Cathy's nipples while tugging 
her skirt down over her curvy hips and long legs. 
Seconds later he was escorting her across the room 
to the big recliner in front of the fireplace. He 
sat down and pulled the blonde over him. As she 
lowered her blonde fuzzy pussy onto his jutting 
fuck-meat, she fed him her tits and crooned throaty
whimpers that matched the lusty sounds coming from 
Arlene on the sofa.
"Joe got you all primed, Arlene," Larry said, 
quickly yanking his pants down and exposing his 
wobbly, enormous cock. He pushed open her gown and 
wedged himself between her spread legs. "I'm sure 
you're ready for a hard prick."
"Yes, yyyeessss!" she moaned just as Larry's 
bulbous prick-knob nudged the slick folds of her 
pussy. She humped and her wet cunt-hole sucked his 
bloated cock-head into her flexing socket. 
"Oooohhhh, yyyeeessss!"
He plowed his prick all the way into her fuck-hole.
Arlene kicked her knees up to her chest as Larry 
pumped his cock in and out of her soupy pussy. Lewd
sounds of his fuck-meat slicing through her juicy 
cunt sounded in her ears along with the 
intoxicating sounds of urgent lust coming from 
across the room. She smiled as she recognized her 
husband's happy groans. Arlene knew very well that 
Cathy was giving Joe's cock quite a nice ride. And 
Arlene also knew that her Joe deserved the best.
After all, she reminded herself as she humped and 
rolled beneath Larry's slamming fuck-strokes, Joe 
was used to the best.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning, Arlene served Joe his breakfast 
in bed. Upon his request, she also brought him the 
classified section of the newspaper. She then 
kissed him and slipped out of the bedroom, telling 
him she had a few errands to run.
She drove straight to Barry Castle's hideaway 
apartment. She phoned his office from the lobby of 
the apartment building and told him to meet her 
there quickly unless he wanted her to come to the 
office and make a loud scene. She made a second 
call, then waited. She wasn't surprised when Barry 
arrived within fifteen minutes.
"I guess you're pissed off about me canning Joe," 
he said briskly as he approached her.
"Let's talk upstairs in your little lovenest," she 
said, masking her feelings with a calm, serious 
expression.
He sighed and shrugged, then led the way to the 
elevator. They rode up in silence.
Arlene kept her coat buttoned to her neck and 
followed him into the apartment.
"All right," he said, slamming the door and facing 
her. "I'm busy, Arlene. Get it over with. Do your 
screaming and crying, then get the fuck out of 
here. I suggest you go home, pack a bag and leave 
that shithead husband of yours, but that's up to 
you. As far as I'm concerned, he and Jennifer can 
have each other."
"I agree, Barry," she cooed, strolling slowly, 
provocatively deeper into the apartment toward the 
single bedroom. "Why should their problems change 
things with us?"
Barry moved cautiously, following her. When she 
turned to face him, a small smile had broken across
his thin lips. She flashed an arched-brow 
expression then slowly unbuttoned her coat.
With a sudden, graceful motion, she peeled the coat
open and let it slide off her arms and shoulders 
and fall to the floor at her feet. Immediately, his
eyes bugged and his mouth gaped as he focused on 
her nude body.
"Well?" she said. "What does all of that have to do
with you and me?"
He licked his lips as his grin broadened into a 
horny leer. Eventually, a dry chuckle rattled 
through his throat and he began loosening his tie.
"It doesn't have a damn thing to do with us," he 
rasped, yanking off his shirt and quickly beginning
to strip off his shoes and slacks. "You know, 
Arlene, you and I think alike. We're perfect for 
each other. I knew that way back on the night of 
your little dinner party when I came around later 
and paddled your sweet ass. You liked that a lot, 
didn't you? You loved getting it up the ass. A slut
like you just can't get enough of that treatment. 
It's what keeps your pussy hot and juicy. And, 
damn, I'm hardly ever wrong about things like this.
I know the cunts from the ladies."
She allowed herself a small smirk as she watched 
him hurriedly strip. She moved to the bed and 
sprawled out across it, striking a provocative pose
as he finished undressing.
"That's probably because you're such a total prick,
Barry," she purred, lazily swirling a fingertip 
over one of her own nipples, making it stiffen and 
itch.
He glared at her briefly, then became mesmerized 
watching her play with her tit.
His cock surged, throbbing into an instant hard-on 
as he viewed her foreplay with lewd interest.
"A prick and a cunt," he finally whispered. "Like I
said, bitch. That makes us a perfect pair."
He climbed onto the bed beside her and began 
pinching her other nipple. Arlene gasped softly and
shuddered. In spite of her anger, she felt a sudden
lusty excitement as he roughly handled her tit and 
nipple. Her cunt-lips pulsed and her clit tingled. 
She felt her juices churn inside her fuck-hole.
"You like to see me play with myself, don't you?" 
she whispered.
He nodded, beaming a wide-eyed leer.
"See, Barry. We know what we both like," she said, 
lowering her free hand to her pussy.
She parted her creamy cunt-lips with her 
fingertips, letting the slick, deep-pink wedge of 
her pussy-meat flash. She then traced her slippery 
fingertips up her slit until she touched her clit. 
She stroked back the fleshy little hood and exposed
the hard little bean. She sighed and shuddered with
real pleasure as she fingered her oily clit.
She spread her legs lewdly and bent her knees, 
digging her heels into the bedcovers as she tweaked
and plucked at her clit. Her fuck-juices coated her
outer cunt-lips, drenching the fleecy fur that 
lined her pussy. The pink, meaty pulp spasmed just 
inside her slit, and she wasn't at all surprised to
see Barry begin to fist-fuck his cock. His eyes 
were riveted on her pussy as he huffed and panted 
while jacking himself off. Arlene had to grin with 
smug pleasure. She'd been confident Barry would be 
easily captivated by this lewd display.
"You wanna kiss what you see?" she purred, slowly 
sinking two fingers into the slippery cavern of her
pussy-hole.
He snorted and shook his prick at her face.
"I like it better if you suck some of this, slut," 
he hissed.
He shoved his prick toward her face and Arlene had 
little choice but to comply with his demands. She 
sucked his engorged cock-knob between her lips and 
lashed her tongue-tip across his tiny piss-slit. 
Within seconds, she had him trembling and swaying 
on his knees. He grabbed her tits and squeezed and 
caressed them as she began sucking up more and more
of his fuck-meat.
Then, impatiently, Barry pushed her down flat and 
pumped his cock hard and deep into her mouth. He 
swung a leg over her chest, straddling her tits as 
he drilled his cock in and out of her mouth.
"This is more like it, bitch!" he hissed, rubbing 
his ass across her chest while force-feeding her 
his prick. "Take it all, slut! This is what you're 
made for! Suck it good and try not to gag. I hate 
it when a cunt gags just because she'd getting a 
little healthy plug of cock."
She couldn't help herself. She kept her fingers 
darting in and out of her syrupy pussy as she 
mouthed his ramming prick. Sizzling sensations 
consumed her and she couldn't ignore the real 
passion and arousal sweeping through her. His harsh
treatment was actually turning her on!
Arlene shivered and added a third finger to her 
overheated cunt-hole. She wriggled her fingers in 
and out and around, stroking the steamy depths of 
her fuck-tunnel and tickling the shuddering walls 
of her cunt. Her sugary juices soaked her fingers 
and hand, and the horny brunette felt a marvelous 
pressure building inside her churning pussy.
Barry rocked his hips to and fro, banging his fuck
meat hard into her mouth. Her jaws began to ache, 
but she knew he wouldn't allow her to rest. 
Besides, the incredible friction of his prick-meat 
rubbing against her lips and filling her sucking 
mouth overshadowed the mild discomfort she felt. 
She found erotic joy even in the lewd way his meaty
balls slapped against her chin as he fucked her 
mouth.
"You're hoping I'll rape your tight little asshole 
again, aren't you?" he rasped, tugging on her hair,
firmly holding her face in the proper angle to get 
the full thrust of his pounding fuck-meat. "You're 
trying to lube my cock and make it very wet. I know
the tricks you cunts use. Well, hear me good, slut.
You're here for my pleasure. What I say goes, and 
I'll fuck your ass only if you're real good. So 
far, bitch, you've got a long way to go before you 
earn the right for my cock to stuff your asshole."
She heard the guttural slur of his words, but she 
paid no attention. Her pussy was seething in 
aroused excitement, convulsing and spasming while 
sucking up her drilling fingers. She used her thumb
to caress her clit while continuing to plow her 
pussy with her fingers. And it didn't take long for
her first orgasm to jar her cunt-walls.
She jerked and squirmed and groaned passionately 
while feasting on his driving prick. She squeezed 
her lips tight on his cock-shaft, creating a small 
ring for him to fuck. At the same time, she sucked 
more vigorously as if trying to draw his load right
out of his flopping balls.
But Barry wasn't ready to dump his load. He jerked 
his cock from her mouth and pushed himself roughly 
down over her twitching body. He yanked her legs 
wide and knocked her hand away from her cunt.
"So, where do you want it, bitch?" he hissed. "Cunt
or ass? You decide. See how nice I am if you do 
good?"
Arlene shook her head, gasping. She was still in 
the throes of her orgasm and the pleasant 
vibrations continued to rattle her sexy body. 
Still, she guessed Barry would do the opposite of 
what she requested. She decided to leave this 
decision entirely up to him.
"Any way you want it," she gasped. "Just fuck me! 
Give it to me, Barry! Show me what you've got!"
"Oh, bitch, with pleasure!" he sneered, grabbing 
her thighs and pushing her legs painfully toward 
her chest.
Without hesitation he rammed his prick-knob into 
her puckered asshole, and the bulbous knob 
penetrated the clenched opening in a stabbing 
force.
Arlene gasped a sharp intake of breath as his cock
knob stretched her tender ass-ring. Pain and 
pleasure mingled, teasing her senses. And then, 
with another grunt and heave, Barry plowed half of 
his fuck-meat into her shitter.
She cried out as the hot slab of his cock-shaft 
knifed into her tight asshole. But already there 
was as much pleasure as pain, and Arlene had to 
buck her hips and hump her ass up against his 
prick.
Her impaled asshole sucked up the rest of his cock,
and they both sighed throatily as his prick invaded
her shitter to the hilt.
He bounced back quickly, jerking his prick out of 
her shitter. He steadied himself on his knees, then
hammered his cock back into her. His cock-head sank
into her bowels, and they both wailed and trembled 
as mutual pleasure engulfed them.
He picked up the pace of his ass-fucking strokes, 
and Arlene matched his moves thrust for thrust. She
bounced her ass up and down on the bed and cried 
out as another sudden, violent orgasm exploded 
inside her pussy. Her asshole clamped around his 
drilling cock, choking his fuck-meat as he stabbed 
it hard and fast into her shit-chute.
"Oh yeah!" he sputtered, clawing at her tits and 
pushing on her legs, crushing her knees down on her
nipples. "I've never known a slut who loved having 
her ass fucked so much! Damn, so tight and hot! 
Aaahhhhh, your asshole was made for fucking, bitch.
And I'm just the stud to keep it plowed for you! 
Don't ever worry about that!"
Arlene arched her spine and rolled her shoulders. 
Another violent orgasm tripped through her nerves 
and she rocked her lovely head from side to side on
the pillow as he kept fucking her ass. His tempo 
was a frenzied blur as he pumped his prick into her
bowels.
She wailed as the thunderous orgasm rocked her 
pussy. The incredible responding vibrations and 
spasms in her shit-chute sucked the jizz right out 
of Barry's balls.
He jerked and grunted as his foamy flow blasted 
from his cock and filled her.
"Nice to see you working so hard, dear," Jennifer 
Castle said from the doorway of the bedroom. "My 
lawyer will find this very interesting when he 
calculates a proper settlement."
Barry's face registered an instant horror and 
panic, but no amount of fear could dampen the 
twitching, contorting of his body so firmly 
consumed in the throes of his tremendous climax. 
His prick continued to leap inside Arlene's flexing
asshole, milking the spunk from his fuck-meat. And 
though he tried to glance over his shoulder, he 
couldn't pull his spewing cock free from Arlene's 
clutching asshole.
For long, and for him unending moments, he could do
nothing but empty his load into the brunette's 
bowels.
At last he slumped down on Arlene, and the brunette
parted her knees and cradled him on her body just 
before he finally worked his prick out of her ass. 
He then rolled away from Arlene as if poison coated
her flesh, and he made a mad scramble to distance 
himself from the bed.
Two steps off the bed and he froze, and Arlene knew
Barry, had just spotted Larry Martin stepping up 
behind Jennifer, slipping his arms around the 
redhead's waist from behind and letting his hands 
cover her pussy through her skirt.
"Well, I saw plenty," Larry said, flashing Arlene a
wink, then lightly nibbling Jennifer's neck as the 
redhead giggled and cooed and melted back against 
Larry's muscular body.
"What the fuck..." Barry rasped, his head jerking 
from side to side as he glared at Arlene now calmly
propping herself up against the headboard, then 
back at the stunning sight of his wife and Larry 
Martin. His glare finally leveled on Arlene and she
saw his flushed anger slowly fade from his 
expression. "You set me up!"
"I guess you could say that," Arlene said. "But I 
like to think you set yourself up, Barry. After 
all, you didn't have to meet me here. Besides, I 
really didn't have to even know about this cozy 
little apartment of yours."
"Bullshit!" he snapped. "You would've found out 
about it just by tailing your husband and my slutty
wife once or twice." He snapped his head toward 
Jennifer and Larry. "Who is this creep? A new stud 
for you, Jennifer?"
"You bet," Jennifer said brightly, taking Larry's 
hands and moving them up to her tits. "Especially 
if half of what Arlene tells me about him is true."
Barry looked from Jennifer to Arlene several times 
until the fiery anger had seemed to drain from his 
face. His shoulders gradually drooped and he 
eventually slumped down on the edge of the bed. His
face was now pale, ashen like a dirty sheet, and 
Arlene actually felt a flicker of pity for the 
suddenly defeated man.
"What do you want?" he finally said, the words a 
hoarse whisper.
"Oh, lighten up, Barry," Jennifer scolded 
cheerfully as she squirmed back against Larry and 
helped him unbutton her blouse. "This just means 
neither of us will be sneaking around fucking on 
the side. Don't you see? We can come out of the 
closet, honey. Shit, for years we've been hurting 
each other, jumping into the sack with strangers 
just to get even with each other. Now, thanks to 
Arlene, we can party with people we really care 
about. And we can do it openly. No more bullshit. 
No more lies and sneaking around. Now snap out of 
it and stop pouting like a kid who just got caught 
jerking off. You and I both know we were made for 
each other. We like to scratch and fight and bitch 
and fuck and make up. And I know nobody really does
it for you but me."
Barry glanced up at his wife just in time to see 
Larry fondle her naked tits. A sheepish grin spread
over his face.
"What about you, Jennifer?" he said, a horny husk 
suddenly lacing his tongue. "Who really does it for
you?"
"You prick," she said with a laugh. "Who do you 
think? I've always wanted to make you happy, 
Barry."
Barry straightened and his smile broadened into a 
proud beam. His cock, Arlene noticed, twitched and 
throbbed, rebounding toward another rigid boner. He
glanced over his shoulder at Arlene and winked.
"I think I know what you want," he said to her. 
"Tell Joe to get off his ass and be back at work 
tomorrow. Tell him if he doesn't kick my ass, 
there'll be a nice bonus with his next paycheck."
Before Arlene could say anything, Barry's attention
was again focused on his wife and Larry. He curled 
his hand around his surging prick as he gazed at 
the scene of Larry pulling Jennifer's skirt down 
her sexy legs.
"Do me a favor," Barry said to Larry. "Work her up 
until she's begging for it, then fuck her ass dog
style. I've always wanted to see a stud plug her 
ass."
Jennifer shuddered in visible arousal and grinned.
"See the things I'll do for you, dear?" she said to
Barry.
No one seemed to notice when Arlene slipped off the
bed and wrapped her coat over her naked body. She 
left the apartment following a fleeting glimpse of 
Larry shoving his massive cock against Jennifer's 
shapely ass while the redhead bent to touch her 
toes in front of him. And Arlene then drove home 
with a satisfied smile.
Joe was still in bed, the phone in his hand and the
classified pages spread over his lap when she 
strolled into the bedroom. Before he could do more 
than smile at her, Arlene stepped up to him, took 
the phone from his hand, swept the newspaper off 
his lap and felt for his prick beneath the 
bedcovers. She squeezed his cock-shaft as it leaped
against her touch.
"Arlene, do you have anything to tell me?" he 
finally said. "You've got that sly look again."
"Plenty," she said. "But that's for later. First 
things first."
She straightened just long enough to shrug off her 
coat. She then knelt beside the bed and kissed the 
head of his cock. She lapped at his knob as his 
prick leaped into a sudden hard-on.
"Damn, Arlene!" Joe gasped, reaching for her naked 
tits and caressing the full melons. "I'm lucky as 
hell to have you!"
"I know," she murmured, swirling her tongue over 
his fuck-knob. "I've been saying that all along."


THE END