Show For Hubby
by Peter Jensen


FOREWORD 

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many 
centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer 
for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except 
that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this 
sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by 
the illogical or irrational opinions of others. 

In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this 
truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters 
faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of 
the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided. 

The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor 
a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the 
wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be 
true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us 
from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist 
can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he 
alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny 
others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to 
consider this quote from Romans. 

No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this 
ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by 
looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief 
glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions 
and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered 
fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or 
"it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of 
pleasure. 

The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We 
offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this 
timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. 
A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was a hot summer in Florida and the citizens of Lundville were busy 
seeking relief from the humid heat. Carol Lynn was no exception. She had 
just returned from water skiing. She was a good skier and could ride the 
single ski with ease. It was good exercise and Carol's legs were extremely 
shapely and brown. The trim whiteness of her upper thighs showed from under 
the bikini bottom that she wore. She wore the suit even to the grocery store 
and on her way home in the car. She was mildly disturbed by the fact that 
she was locked out of her house. If only Lee, her husband, were not always 
away on business trips, she would not be alone and expected to handle such 
trivial matters. Then she could get the key from him. 

She heard someone pulling up in the driveway of their new neighbors next 
door. Turning, almost dropping her armload of groceries, she saw a tall, 
lithe, slightly older man driving into Mitzi Bramwell's driveway. He was 
also wearing a bathing suit and tee-shirt, and Carol could see how 
beautifully firm and lean he was. 

"How's the water?" she called in a warm, friendly voice. 

The handsome stranger straightened up immediately and wheeled around to see 
who was talking to him, water still dripping from his body, and he was 
excited and happy. He smiled back broadly as he took in Carol's firm young 
body. 

"The water's great," he shouted over to her. "As hot as it is out here, it's 
a real relief. I'm Carter Bramwell, Mitzi's husband. You must be Mrs. Lynn. 
Mitzi led me to believe you were an ... well, an older woman." 

"I hope she didn't say anything bad about me," Carol returned. The thought 
of the swapping club she belong to had crossed her mind and she was in no 
position at present to let it be widely known that she was a member. She was 
certain that her own husband, Lee, would fly apart if he ever found out that 
she had been cheating behind his back, and enjoying every minute of it, 
while he was off on one of his frequent business trips. 

"No, as a matter-of-fact, she thinks you are the greatest," Carter said as 
he walked carefully over the hot sidewalk in his bare feet. "She's told me 
how you kept her company and helped out with good advice when she really 
needed it. I want you to know, I really appreciate all you have done while 
I've been away. I mean it!" 

"Oh, what advice did Mitzi mention?" Carol asked, her fears increasing as 
she recalled how she had tried to persuade the older woman into fending off 
loneliness by joining the local group. She had explained how harmless it 
was, just a little sex between friends. Perhaps Mitzi had even been silly 
enough, in her innocence, to tell Carter how Carol had pointed out that sex 
was the easiest way in the world to remedy the melancholy that a wife feels 
when her man is not home. Maybe he knew about her approaches and was just 
playing, toying with her. At any second he could deliver an angry rebuke and 
say that she had no right to interfere. Especially when that interference 
meant that his beautiful blonde wife would have been expected to willingly 
go to bed with another man. The worst of it was, if Mitzi had told Carter, 
his anger would be all for nothing. For the silly bitch had flatly refused 
Carol's offer to join the group. Mitzi had said something about not being 
"able to betray Carter that way." 

"Oh, nothing I can remember," Carter said in his deep masculine voice, still 
puffing a little as he hopped across a space of lawn and approached the 
younger woman, holding out his hand to shake. "I guess the most important 
thing of all was that she had you to talk to. Someone as sensible as you." 

"Well, is that all!" Carol laughed, inwardly relieved as she realized that 
Carter Bramwell had not been told a thing. She was also relieved for another 
reason. Standing up close to him, she saw that this Carter Bramwell was even 
more good-looking and sexy than she had thought at first glance. His chest 
was broad, his waist small, and his arms were deeply tanned and brawny, 
powerful and strong. She also noticed by the heavy bulge at the crotch of 
his snug-fitting swimsuit that he was hung like a bull. Lord, if Mitzi 
should decide to come around and tell him about the group, there might just 
be a chance they would join, she thought. The Bramwell couple would be 
excellent material and she knew well enough that fresh talent was always 
welcome. As long as the newcomers followed the rules. 

"Yeah, that's all," he assured her after a moment, "but she never did get 
around to telling me you were so good looking." He was obviously distracted 
by Carol's stunning appearance. He estimated her age to be, more or less, 
about five years younger than he and Mitzi were. Even the way Carol was 
standing there holding an armload of groceries, it was easy for him to tell 
that underneath her swimsuit, this young woman was earthy and voluptuous. 
Her full large breasts strained noticeably against the grocery bags, making 
them hard for her to hold. Carter took them from her arms. Her breasts fell 
naturally inside the bathing suit top once again. Christ, he had thought the 
woman next door was some old biddy who had nothing better to do in life than 
bake cookies and talk about the past, not a hot looking young number like 
this! 

"Is there something wrong?" Carol asked, smiling to herself. She knew that 
he was trying to guess how she looked totally naked, and probably wondering 
how good a fuck she was too. His eyes were roving over her like hungry 
little animals and he seemed totally unaware of the long silence between 
them. Well, she mused, he might have a chance to find out, and the sooner 
the better. 

"No, no, nothing. I was just thinking that you ought to get these groceries 
in the refrigerator. They might spoil in this heat," he said, realizing that 
she must have caught him staring. "I know your husband's away, Mitzi told 
me. I'd like to do you a favor. I mean, something to show how much I 
appreciate you ... how you kept my wife company." 

"That would be nice, Carter, but I can handle the groceries. But, I have 
locked myself out of the house. Could you please boost me up to the window?" 
she said with a little wink. She was both amused and excited by him. She 
knew perfectly well why he was fumbling with words as they stood in the 
driveway. Their eyes explored each other and sometimes met in long 
meaningful looks that were like previews of what could happen if the 
circumstances were right. She was enjoying her momentary sexual power over 
him and admitted to herself that she liked the idea of being able to arouse 
Mitzi's virile husband. It filled Carol with a special sense of her own 
appeal and for once she was not at all sorry that Lee was out of town. For 
that matter, she was glad! 

"I'll be happy to help out any way I can," Carter enthused, "but first, let 
me carry these packages for you. I'll blaze a trail for you and you can 
follow me." 

"Okay, if you insist, you can get them inside for me," she agreed with a shy 
coy smile. When they reached the entrance landing, Carol rummaged in mock 
desperation through her purse. Making one last effort to try and find her 
key. Then she led Carter around to a side window and asked him to help her 
climb up through the open window. As he gave her a lift Carter's strong 
hands felt the softness of her firm young body as she wriggled seductively 
from his arms and shimmied through the open window. Moments later she 
appeared at the door. 

"If you'll put them down there, Carter, I'll take care of them later," she 
said as she opened it for him to enter with the groceries. "I'll go turn on 
the air conditioner. In the meantime, why don't you fix us a drink. A nice 
cold one." 

Carter's facial features showed clearly that there was a struggle taking 
place within him. Should he take her up on the invitation, which could be 
more than an invitation for a drink, or go home to Mitzi? Surely by now she 
knew he was home from swimming, and was no doubt peering out the window to 
see where he was. 

"Thanks, Mrs. Lynn, but I'd better go home before it gets any later. Mitzi 
probably wonders where I am." he answered apologetically, anxious to escape 
temptation, but hating himself for not daring to exploit the attractive 
situation before him. 

"Well, suit yourself. Perhaps another time when you're not so rushed," Carol 
purred suggestively. "But please, don't call me Mrs. Lynn. It sounds so 
stuffy and makes me feel much older than I am. Just call me Carol. A man 
like you ought to know what a woman likes to be called." Her voice was low 
and throaty as she stared provocatively at the flustered young husband, then 
walking up to him she placed a light surprising kiss on his lips. 

"That's for being such a big help," she said sweetly. "Tell Mitzi I'll be by 
tomorrow for a visit." 

She watched him through the window next to the front door as he made his way 
back over the hot sidewalk. She saw him wave and try to explain something as 
he faced the front of his house. Then after nodding towards the house, Carol 
saw him cross back again to her own driveway and wave one last time as he 
disappeared inside the door. She had also been tempted. Tempted to take 
advantage of her neighbor's youthful desire for her. She knew that one wrong 
move now might ruin everything and spoil her chances to get all that she 
wanted in the future. It was better, she decided, to work it so that Carter 
and his wife would become members of the swapping group. That way she could 
get her hands on the muscular older man any time she wanted to and still 
have her share of other men in the club as well. And why not? She had met 
the requirement for membership: she had recruited a person of the opposite 
sex, Bill Watson. There was no reason why she should not enjoy all the 
privileges. It was just damned lucky for her, she thought, that there was no 
rule saying the recruit had to be your own husband. For God knows, Lee, as 
crude and horny as he usually was, would never agree to let another man take 
her to bed. He would never understand that club members never allowed things 
to go beyond the purely physical stage. 

Carol's thoughts turned then to Carter Bramwel again and what a great sex 
partner he would surely be with a little practice. It was evident that even 
though he was older, he had not had much experience with real women or he 
would have taken her up on what she had made fairly clear was an invitation 
to take her to bed. She had been with a man similar to Carter, as far as 
experience was concerned, at the last group-sex session the week before. She 
felt a slight electric tingle dart thrillingly between her thighs as she 
remembered that night. She could not even recall his name but she could 
never forget how his eyes had played over her naked well-rounded body as she 
lay waiting for him on the bed. She had felt tiny ripples of desire running 
swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of her skin. He had stopped for a 
moment to gaze at her lovely, large high set breasts peaked by the light 
brown nipples. Then his eyes had flicked lower to drink in the delicious 
sweep of her long, gradually rounded thighs. She had watched his hungry 
young gaze probe down between her slightly, and very purposely, spread legs 
to feast on the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the 
soft pubic hair covering her loins. 

"God, I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Carol said aloud, as though 
someone invisible were standing beside her to hear. She turned away from the 
window and started up the half dozen stairs to the living room level, 
shrugging out of her swimsuit top as she went. When she had adjusted the air 
conditioning and felt drafts of cool air pouring over her warm breasts, she 
sat down on the plush down-stuffed couch and kicked off her shoes. It was 
impossible for her to shake the thought of Carter Bramwel and the 
stimulating memory of her recent round of lovemaking at the last meeting. 
She gritted her teeth tightly as she felt the familair feeling of passion 
ripple slowly, then faster and faster through the tips of her nerves. 

She could no longer resist the overpowering urge to touch herself and lifted 
her buttocks off the couch to slip the bikini bottoms down over the smooth 
tanned lushness of her thighs. She pictured the exciting bulge in Carter's 
swimsuit and then allowed her mind to flash back to the sight of the 
nameless man at the meeting. He stood over her by the bed with his long, 
thick penis jutting out in anticipation of the fuck she was going to give 
him. Now, as if in a dream, she moved her hands up to her big swelling 
breasts and began to massage them as they shook, searching for the trembling 
nipples and finally trapping them between her fingers. She kneaded them, 
pulling until it felt as though she would pull them loose from the quivering 
mounds. Then she groaned and turned over onto her palpitating belly, 
pressing the erect button of her clitoris tightly against the corded edge of 
the couch. She was hoping to somehow extinguish the fire that was raging 
there. But it was not enough and she found herself burrowing down harder. 
Finally she released her tortured breasts, and groped down between the couch 
and her stomach to fondle the moist, throbbing curls of her pubic hair. She 
opened her legs wider, one knee almost touching the floor and the other 
scissored open and high on the soft couch cushions. She could feel her moist 
little cuntal hole now pulsing hotly against the tips of her fingers which 
drew the thin, narrow furrow further apart, exposing the lips of her 
throbbing cunt to the cool air flooding the room. With a low moan, she sank 
one of her middle fingers deep up into the viscous wet, softly fringed 
mouth. She felt relieved for a moment and held her breath, but it was still 
not enough and her desire flamed higher. The inferno inside her was raging 
more intensely, demanding more, more to quench its lewd hunger. She slipped 
in another finger, moving all the way up on the couch in order to draw her 
knees up under her body to a kneeling position. Her naked buttocks were 
waving salaciously around behind her in the air. 

Oh Lord, if only she could have a cock fucking up into her cunt from back 
there now, she yearned, the vision of that last session still racing through 
her lust-fogged mind. It was as if she were there now, down on her hands and 
knees over that young man's loins, stroking his stiff cock with one hand and 
at the same time scratching lightly with her fingernails at the hairy sac of 
his balls and cupping them with her other hand. He had groaned and thrust 
his hips upward involuntarily as the warm wetness of her parted lips closed 
delicately over the throbbing head of his delicious penis. He had reached 
down and tangled his hands roughly in her hair to control the rhythm of her 
sucking motions. Lifting his head a few inches from the pillow he had 
watched his penis filling her mouth and spreading it until her lips were 
thin, a soft lipsticked oval encircling him. She knew that he had been all 
the more excited by the sight of his thickness buried wetly up between her 
eagerly sucking lips. 

The maddening stimulation of the memory brought Carol to ever rising heights 
of passion and she slithered her fingers in and out up into the moistness of 
her cunt in time to the picture in her mind. She remembered bobbing up and 
down like a primitive savage on that virile young stranger's gorgeous cock. 
She rocked back on her knees against her fingers, ramming them deeper inside 
her. But it only drove her wilder. In desperation, she withdrew one hand 
from beneath her and reached up over her buttocks to search the soft wet 
crevice. Finally she inserted a finger deep into the tiny puckered anal 
opening between her naked ivory ass cheeks. She gasped as in her haste she 
accidentally nipped a fingernail into the soft fleshy inner walls, sending a 
sudden jolt of pain through her erotically contorted body. She paused for a 
moment, shivering as the slight stinging sensation subsided, and once again 
started the obscene fingerfucking of her asshole and cunt. Her full round 
breasts swung to and fro as she moved. The lust-hardened little nipples were 
brushing sensuously down against the velvety surface of the cushions as they 
danced beneath her kneeling torso. Wonderful flashes of electric sensation 
raced through every atom of her being as she fingerfucked herself and 
continued to picture that night. But now the man whose cock she was sucking 
had a different face! Suddenly she realized that it was Carter Bramwel's 
face, the handsome face of her new neighbor, Mitzi's husband. 

The picture in her mind changed, became more exciting, and she imagined 
herself sucking harder. Actually trying to swallow the hardened penis until 
almost all of it seemed to disappear with each lusty thrust he made. Then 
only an inch or so at the base showed white and gleaming outside her moist 
lips. She was flicking her hot tongue over it, giving the head a nerve 
tingling lick on the down stroke and making it throb and jerk as though a 
live twitching heart were beating inside. She could envision the sight of 
her own lips being pulled out obscenely as she clung to the hard flesh of 
his penis and sucked like a starving woman. 

In her imagination she could hear Carter's deep, virile voice commanding 
her: 

"Suck it, Carol, suck it," he growled, dropping his head back heavily on the 
pillow and forcing her head down harder with both hands until her red lips 
were pressed fully into the reddish brown pubic hair at the base of his 
cock. 

"Suck harder!" the lusty man in Carol's mind ordered. He grunted as she 
slaved over him. Her entire body was beginning to gleam from the sheen of 
female sweat forming all over her skin. God, she loved it! She would rather 
suck cocks than almost anything else in the whole world! 

She knew that pressure was building in the huge hairy balls. She knew it 
would not be long now. To her, his cock felt like it was filled with hot 
lead and was ready to explode like the bursting of a giant balloon. One that 
would spew its insides for miles in every direction. Carter shoved his loins 
up hard against her face. 

Hearing her protesting mumble and not caring, not heeding anything but his 
quest for the wonderful end of his combination pleasure and pain that was 
building higher and higher towards the breaking point. 

"Aaaaahhh! Suck it, you bitch, suck, keep sucking!" she heard her brawny 
neighbor gasp as he wound his hands tighter and more viciously in her hair. 
She saw in her mind's eye that his lips were bared back over his white teeth 
as though he were being tortured on the rack by sexual fiends. She felt his 
jerking cock set up a series of wild staccato throbbings that flooded her 
mouth with gush after gush of hot, white sperm, bloating her cheeks outward 
with-each great creamy spurt until Carol was forced to swallow to keep from 
choking as she mewled and crooned over his hotly writhing groin. 

"Don't stop, don't stop!" Carter moaned incoherently as he convulsively 
rammed his spurting cock farther and farther down Carol's hungrily 
constricting throat. Oh, she wanted it. Every last drop of all his precious 
liquid sperm. She kept on sucking crazily as he continued to shoot the full 
load deep, deep into her. Then, with one last bed shaking groan, he emptied 
the final squirt of his cum into her mouth, but she went on nibbling at the 
spent cock. Gently, she pulled and sucked until she was certain that there 
was nothing left. 

"Oh Christ, Carter, more, I want more cock!" Carol half-shouted into the 
quiet living room, waving her ripely rounded buttocks more wildly than ever 
as she plunged the fingers of both hands into her own lust drenched pussy 
and anus. She fingerfucked herself harder and faster, sinking the wet, 
dually pistoning fingers inside her all the way up to the palms of her 
hands. 

Her lovely, beautiful young face was twisted with passion and her cheeks 
flushed a crimson color as she felt it coming, arriving with an almost 
paralyzing current in her belly. She clung hard to the last remnants of her 
sanity. She was teetering on the brink of release, her whole body vibrating. 
Then the hot female juices gushed out around her frantically fucking 
fingers, covering her hands and running down the inside of her quivering 
thighs to the bend in her knees, pooling hotly there as though waiting for 
more. 

"Aaaaaahhhh, oooohhhhh!" she gasped, her voice pitching out and 
reverberating from wall to wall of the room. It came from signaling the 
intense bliss she was feeling. 

Gradually, the waves of pleasure lessened and became weaker, until finally 
she was afraid they were over altogether. But Carol still wanted more, the 
real thing! She stayed on her knees, bent forward on her shoulders like a 
common slave. She could not bring herself to withdraw the fingers from the 
two upraised passages up between her legs until the last dying throbs of 
orgasm had stilled her body. At last, after what seemed an eternity, she 
pulled her hands back and the fingers slithered wetly from her partially 
satiated cunt and rectum. She then lowered herself down until she lay full 
length on the soft couch and felt her own cum stain pooling where her lower 
tummy pressed against it on the cushion. When she had regained her breath a 
little, she rolled limply over on her side and allowed her thoughts to 
ramble on about Carter for several moments. She relished the mental picture 
she had made of sucking him off and swirling his warm masculine cum hotly 
around in her mouth. 

Suddenly, Carol snapped back to reality, realizing with startling force that 
it had all been a fantasy, nothing more. She had not been with Carter, no. 
She had simply let her desire for him shape his face in her mind instead of 
the other man's, the one she had really gone to bed with at the last swap 
session. A brief flurry of anger came over her at her own silly mistake. But 
one thing was for sure now. She had to have that splendid hunk of man fuck 
her and she had made up her mind to do willingly almost anything to 
accomplish her goal. If it meant hurting Mitzi Bramwel, that was too bad. 
The naive housewife was older than she was and had to learn the facts of 
life someday anyway. Particularly when she had such an exciting husband on 
hand to share them with. 

Carol's brain began to function efficiently again as a plan began to form. 
Perhaps the answer to how she could achieve what she desperately wanted was 
at hand. 

Slowly, a bit unsteadily, she raised herself up to a sitting position and 
pulled up the bottom of her swim suit. 

"Hmmm, I guess I'd better call the cleaners in the morning," she chuckled to 
herself as she looked over at the drying little stain on the cushion next to 
her thigh. '"Or maybe I should just leave everything as is. Maybe my pussy 
scent will bring the sexy son-of-a-bitch running over and make things a lot 
easier." 

Carol Lynn laughed aloud again, as though at some special private joke. She 
picked up her swimsuit top and rose from the couch. Now she was alone. There 
was no denying it. But not for long. She was confident that soon she would 
be getting all the satisfying companionship she could handle. She found 
herself trying to guess what her husband's reaction would be to the clever 
schemes she was working on. Well, whatever it might be, she thought, it did 
not matter now. He would never have the chance to find out if she could help 
it. 

She caught a glimpse of the front yard as she headed towards the kitchen. 
She could see Carter Bramwel standing outside again. Carter had helped her 
out all right, and with more than groceries, and she fully intended to give 
him his just reward.... 

* * * 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Mitzi Bramwell felt sexy as she tried on the new bikini she had just bought 
on a shopping trip downtown. It was Sunday and she and Carter had plans to 
go to the beach. She wanted to be especially seductive looking. He had been 
extra attentive last night, carrying her into the bedroom and gently 
stripping her, and later in bed he had made rapturous love to her. But then 
strangely enough the lovemaking , even though she had cum, had left her 
feeling the same as always. It seemed that she and Carter could not make 
love without her feeling some kind of guilt after she had cum and it was 
heartbreaking for Mitzi because she would freeze up as soon as she had her 
orgasm and wouldn't let him finish. After Carter had finally slipped off to 
sleep she had cried without knowing why. 

Dismissing her worries, she suddenly brightened and peered critically at 
herself in the mirror, giving her long blonde hair a few extra strokes 
before putting the brush aside. Then, pouting out her lush sensuous lips, 
she suddenly felt very wicked and wanted to do something to herself, 
something sinful and sexy like fuck herself with something. 

She looked around for something that would be just the right size and shape 
and she soon found it. She picked up the candle that was sitting on her 
dressing table. The wax was soft. She felt an urge to feel the texture of 
the wax with the most sensitive part of her body, the already warmly seeping 
walls of her vagina. 

She spread her thighs and slipped the candle under the tight little elastic 
legband of her bikini bottom. Then she sighed and slowly began sliding the 
phallic candle up into her moistly engulfing pussy. She was getting so wet 
and she felt so sexy. She wished that Carter would be with her right now 
when she really needed him! 

He never wanted her to do things in bed like what she was doing now. She 
wished that Carter was holding the wax candle and fucking it in and out of 
her. But then he was gone so much! His company had sent him to work in a 
city over a thousand miles away for six months training while she had stayed 
with her mother. But now, he was always gone, too, though he was only thirty 
miles away. But today he was home! 

She knew that all she had to do was call out to him to come in and start 
fucking her with the candle, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to do 
it. He was taking his new position so seriously, working so much even at 
home some evenings. She saw little of him during the week and had to content 
herself with their weekends together. But it was silly, she chided herself, 
to worry so much. Everything would work out. 

She began to softly sing a little tune she recalled from her childhood as 
she watched the candle slipping lewdly up into her cunt in the mirror. She 
was aware that her body was one of her greatest assets and that she made men 
desire her on sight. Her breasts were full but high and firm, their enticing 
rounded contours a nice contrast to her flat, narrow tummy. Her legs were 
long and perfectly tapered, the soft white thighs sloping down beautifully 
from the gentle swell of her hips. All in all, she supposed she was what 
people call a truly beautiful woman. Perhaps she was too pretty. She knew 
that she wanted him to fuck her in an animal way, totally abandoned and then 
maybe she wouldn't freeze as soon as she came. Maybe if he just forced her a 
little and rape-fucked her! She started to slither the candle harder and 
more salaciously in and out of her cunt at the lewd thought of being 
rape-fucked! 

"Honey, what on earth are you doing in there?" Carter called through the 
closed door, a slight edge of impatience in his husky voice. 

"Just prettying up a little. Don't worry, I'll be out in a second," Mitzi 
answered low so as not to give away the panting in her voice and fighting 
down her sudden impulse to ask what he had been doing in the bathroom last 
night after she had frozen up on him. But she knew better, for it only 
caused trouble between them when she was bold enough to question his 
actions. His term as an army officer had given him a sense of his own 
importance as well as a kind of strange comfort in having authority. 

Carter returned to the kitchen where a cup of coffee he had poured himself 
was only lukewarm now. Swearing mildly under his breath, he poured out the 
tepid black liquid into the sink and then filled his cup again with what was 
left in the still steaming pot. He could not drive out of his mind the 
exciting thought of their young neighbor's, Carol Lynn's, ripe, voluptuous 
young body. For the thousandth time, he pictured in his mind how she had 
looked yesterday when they had talked together, in her driveway. Christ, she 
must be absolutely fantastic between the sheets, he mused, sipping 
distractedly from his cup. Just the thought of her big breasts, plus the 
obvious roundness and exciting fleshy contours he had seen so much of, had 
worked him into such a frenzy last, night that he had fruitlessly tried to 
relieve himself with Mitzi. He should have known better, of course. Once 
again the same frustrating thing had happened. Her body had stiffened and 
she had cringed as usual when she had cum and he was ready to cum up in her 
hot little cunt. That always ruined him! 

Now he was glad that he had restrained him self and risen to go into the 
bathroom. It was not fair to Mitzi he realized, but neither was she being 
fair to him. Not as a wife should be to a man. Carol Lynn would never 
freeze-up at the last minute, of that he was certain, because she was 
clearly lonely and probably had all the know how and desire to give a real 
man the. time of his life. Just thinking of the younger woman's potential, 
as he sat there, caused his cock to jerk slightly and come to life in the 
crotch of his trousers. 

"Well, here I am, darling," Mitzi said out of nowhere startling the thoughts 
he was having and bringing him back to the moment. She was standing in a 
pretty pose in the doorway, waiting for him to praise her bikini clad 
lusciousness. 

"Hi, honey. I was just having some more coffee and thinking, that's all," 
Carter blurted out guiltily, afraid that somehow she had read his thoughts. 
He was not even aware of the look of disappointment that clouded her face 
when he said nothing about how she looked in her new swimsuit. It was one 
she had bought with the money he had given her as a special gift soon after 
his last long out-of-town trip. Worse yet, he had crawled out of bed that 
morning without bothering to give her the long cuddling and barrage of 
kisses that had always been part of the fun of waking up together. All this, 
the very morning after they had so blissfully loved and held each other in 
the dark of the night before even if she had frozen at his last moment, it 
was no reason to punish her. 

"What do you think of it, Carter?" she asked after an awkward silence, 
hating herself for giving in to her desire to have him admire her. Gathering 
up her courage she made a half-hearted charade of modeling the new suit 
striking haughty postures and twirling occasionally to make her buttocks jut 
out as she turned. 

"It shows a lot," he said timidly. Her spirits fell as she saw that he was 
not really interested and was smiling only out of politeness. 

"Darling, about last night...." Mitzi began, hoping to miraculously change 
the mood in the air. Even if it would mean she had to admit that she had 
failed him again. 

"Hey, I really think the suit is great! Let's get away to that beach, okay?" 
Carter interrupted, a broad masculine grin spreading his face. He sat up 
straight in the chair, his whole appearance perking with enthusiasm as he 
admiringly surveyed the sight of his lovely wife standing there. 

"Carter...." 

Suddenly it became clear to her that he was not really interested in going 
to the beach at all, but merely wanted to avoid any conversation about their 
feelings last night in bed. But now, just for once, she was willing to face 
the problem and wanted very much to talk it over with him in adult terms. 
There had to be a solution. 

"Carter, please, I want to talk about last night, and all the other nights. 
Maybe we can decide what's wrong," Mitzi said evenly as she struggled to be 
rational and honest. 

"I'm afraid I'm in no mood to discuss the matter right now," Carter said 
sullenly, his face darkening once more. 

"Well, would you mind if I talked to Carol about it?" the blonde suggested 
meekly, her eyes brimming with tears. "She's a woman and might know how to 
help. 

"Oh sure, go ahead! Go tell the whole damned neighborhood that the Bramwel's 
can't get along. Because little Mitzi's afraid of a hard-on cumming up 
inside her, be sure to add that!" Carter suddenly shouted at the top of his 
voice. He rudely pushed away his coffee cup, slopping over some of its 
contents on the table. He stood up and almost knocked over his chair as he 
turned to stride angrily out of the kitchen. 

"Carter! Carter," Mitzi called after him, big tears streaming freely down 
her face now. Then she heard through her sobbing the booming sound of the 
front door as her husband slammed it shut. 

"Mitzi, I can help you later, but I've work to do right now," Carol said 
reassuringly to Mitzi when she telephoned her. 

"I just feel that I need someone to talk to and you're a modern young woman 
who might be able to give me a different outlook on things," Mitzi said 
disappointedly. She was sure Carol could help her and was determined to have 
a talk with her even if she did sound preoccupied. First, she thought, she 
would change her clothes. 

"Incidentally," Carol said casually, "I met that good-looking husband of 
yours yesterday and think he is marvelous. Uh, did you ever say anything to 
him about our little talk that day? The one about joining the club?" 

"Heavens, no! He would hate me for even daring to think such things," Mitzi 
shuddered. 

"Are you sure you're okay for a while?" Carol asked, hoping she'd have some 
time to see Carter alone. 

"Actually I need to talk to you right now, very much," Mitzi sounded 
pleadingly. 

"With a man like Carter around there's nothing wrong sexually is there?" 
Carol's inquiry was too bold and direct for Mitzi to side-step. Even though 
she wanted to talk to Carol, she suddenly had the feeling that maybe she 
should wait. Maybe she wouldn't understand after all. 

"Of course, it's just perfect. More than I can tell you," the lush-bodied 
blonde stuttered over the phone. She was positive that Carol was wise enough 
to catch the faltering uncertainty in her voice and know that she was lying. 
"Maybe, I'll have that talk with you later since you're busy. I think I need 
to be alone now." 

"I'm sorry for you," Carol said smiling on the other end of the phone. "I'll 
see you later then." 

As Carol hung up her phone she felt a momentary pang of guilt for what she 
was about to do. But the way Mitzi had responded to the question about how 
their sex life was going had confirmed Carol's suspicions, that they did 
have problems. Maybe she could actually help them. She knew she had to get 
Carter fast, before he cooled off too much. She knew it would be best to get 
over to the Bramwel's garage quietly and unseen by Mitzi. She knew that he 
was in their garage, for she had looked out the window earlier when she had 
seen him leaning over the open hood of their car. From the look on his face, 
when he stood up to reach for what seemed to be a tool on the shelf behind 
him, he was upset about something. There had been an angry scowl on his face 
and he had moved like a man whose emotions were boiling in raging fury. 

When she reached the edge of the Bramwel's house, she veered right and 
fought her way along through the bushes to the windowless side of their 
place to the garage where she had seen Carter working. She was beginning to 
wonder if he was really worth all this until she rounded the comer and saw 
him. He stood powerful, and strong beside his car, peering quizzically down 
at the engine. God, yes! He was even better than she had remembered. 

"Hello there," Carol said cheerfully. "I've just had a talk with Mitzi and 
she seems to be upset. You two have a spat? Is there anything I can do?" 

"Huh, oh, hello," Carter said surprised, his scowl soon changing to an 
expression of pleased recognition. By God, yes, there was something she 
could do, he thought. He doubted, though, that things would ever work out so 
that they could do it together. He knew that he should not desire another 
woman so much. Especially when that woman was Carol Lynn, their young 
nieghbor. But damnit, what could anyone expect of him? He was human and 
Mitzi was.... 

"Carter, I asked if there's any way I can help out," Carol queried again, 
her eyes bright with amusement as she watched the man trying to cope with 
her question. It was perfect! He was just as affected by her now as he had 
been yesterday and she had little doubt that her cunning scheme could 
produce such splendid results and ultimately satisfy everyone. 

"Uhm, no. Everything is fine, really," he finally said a bit too 
emphatically. "It's nothing serious. Mitzi just has some adjustments to make 
and there's nothing you can do that I can think of." 

"Are you sure, Carter?" Carol asked with a trace of suggestion in her voice. 

"Oh yes, I'm sure," he agreed. 

"There's something you can do for me, then. If you want to," the brunette 
said softly. "I can't seem to get my car started and it looks as if you are 
quite handy at mechanics. It is such a beautiful morning I was wanting to 
get away somewhere and soak in the sun. By the way you're dressed I thought 
maybe you'd had the same idea." 

"Well, actually Mitzi and I were planning on it, until she got so upset. I 
don't know now. I'll be over to help with your car a little later though." 
Carter said as he closed the hood of the car. 

"Good grief, no, if you have other things on your mind. I'll just lay out in 
the backyard," she laughed. 

"No, I'll be over later. I don't mind at all," Carter said, shaking his head 
from side to side in admiration as he watched the gorgeous younger woman 
fling him a conspiratorial wave of temporary goodbye and pick her way as 
gracefully as possible back along the space between the houses. He wondered 
why she had not simply walked out to the street and up her driveway to the 
front of the house. Then he began to wonder how any husband could justify to 
himself what he was wishing he could do to his neighbor's wife. If it were 
somehow possible. He had to get away for a while and his secret beach seemed 
to be the answer. Perhaps the hot looking Carol might see him leaving and 
want to go too. She'd said as much a few minutes before. 

* * * 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Carol saw Carter pulling out of the driveway and he was moving slowly as 
though waiting for her. She smiled triumphantly to herself and walked out 
the back door and waved for Carter to stop. He caught sight of her in his 
rear-view mirror, braked the car to a halt, and leaned his head out the 
window. 

"Hi Carol," he said, "need a lift somewhere?" 

"Well, I thought if maybe you were going to the beach I'd get a ride with 
you. My tan can use some work." 

"Great!" said Carter. "I know a secret little beach you've probably never 
been to. Not many people know about it." 

"Oh, that sounds wonderful," said Carol, "but isn't Mitzi going?" 

"She's not feeling well, but she'll be all right." 

Carter drove fast and in fifteen minutes Carol found herself sitting on a 
beach she had never noticed before because it was hidden from the road by 
tall sheltering rocks. 

The electricity that was building up between Carter and his beautiful 
brunette neighbor crackled in the warm Florida sun. 

Carter was drinking her in with all of his senses. The easy way she lay on 
the blanket half sitting and half lying down, turned him on. He knew that a 
slight pressure of the fingertips would push her off balance and put her 
flat on her back. Then a slight roll could put his bulging cock in' the 
smooth place between those soft brown thighs. He saw that, although she was 
gazing out at the water, her nipples were hard causing twin bulges against 
the bikini top. 

"Mitzi doesn't know...." Carter began to say. 

"Don't think of her for a change," Carol scolded, running her fingers 
through his windblown hair as she leaned closer against him, her bare thighs 
sending forth her warm, feminine aroma. "We can talk about that later, after 
I've warmed you up." 

He reached down then and took her hand, urging her to face him. Without a 
word, she snuggled closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder as she 
began to tease him with delicate tracings of her fingers on the lobe of one 
ear and at the delicate tracings of her fingers on the lobe of one ear and 
at the sensitive nerves along the back of his neck. He could feel her 
magnificent full breasts pressed against him and could not resist the 
temptation to tilt his head forward slightly to peer down the front of her 
bikini top. What he saw took his breath away! My God, how he would like to 
plunge his hands down the suit and seize those big, beautiful orbs of white 
flesh, squeezing them until she begged for what he had between his legs. 

Carol seemed to sense his lustful wish and dropped one hand from behind his 
neck to run her fingertips lightly along his slim hip, little by little 
inching toward his groin. She felt his penis jerking to hardness and he 
involuntarily lifted his muscular arms to wrap them around her, encircling 
her upper body as he crushed her to him tightly and bent his head to give 
the alluring brunette a rough, grinding kiss. She moaned as they held their 
mouths locked wetly together, pressing her moistening pelvic mound hard 
against the lower length of his now lurching cock. The handsome virile man 
reddened slightly and she had to suppress the desire to giggle when he 
flinched and drew back a step, surprised by her boldness and how she was 
beginning to come on with him. 

Carter was thoroughly confused because he definitely wanted her, in the 
worst way, and yet he had never cheated with another woman behind his wife 
Mitzi's back. Now, he began to wonder if he had not been a foolish chump, 
for Mitzi was as frigid and frightened just before he could cum as she had 
always been and he was still frustrated. 

"Are you satisfied with Mitzi in bed?" Carol suddenly asked in a low whisper 
as though she could see into his mind. 

"Well, she's willing," he lied. 

"Is she really?" Carol persisted, suspecting the truth and realizing that he 
was probably only trying to protect Mitzi's honor as a wife. And there was 
also the matter of his male pride: No healthy man wanted to admit that he 
was failing to stimulate his own wife enough to overcome her fears of sex. 

"No, dammit," Carter confessed sourly. "She's like an iceberg and it's 
driving me crazy. And you are not helping much," he added, "lying here with 
me in that sexy bikini of yours." 

"I'll take it off if it bothers you, Carter," Carol cooed, breathing heavily 
into his ear as she leaned against him, straining forward. She reached up 
again and curled her arms around his neck, moving her groin up tighter 
against his until they seemed to be glued together. His cock was already 
painfully hard and he could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping 
from the gland on the thick tip. It smeared against his leg inside his 
trunks until he was certain she could also feel the wetness through the 
material covering their genitals. Then, wantonly, she arched back her head 
and used both hands behind his head to pull down his mouth to hers. He could 
not stop himself and kissed back, greedily, thrusting his tongue deep in her 
mouth. She sucked gently on it, nibbling on the tender spear with tiny sharp 
nips of her teeth that sent chills running up and down the length of his 
spine. At last, he broke the kiss and placed his cheek against her shiny 
brown hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of Mitzi and the shock it would 
be to her if she could see him now embracing the desirable plush body of 
young Carol Lynn, the very woman who had comforted her during his absence. 
In her innocence, his blonde wife would never believe it. There was no such 
thing as marital infidelity, not to her. 

"What's wrong, Carter, are you afraid to take on a real woman?" Carol asked 
tauntingly, drawing back a little to gaze up at him, all her silky charm 
smoldering sexily in her coffee-colored eyes. She had him exactly where she 
wanted him and intended to enjoy every moment of exotic pleasure possible 
while acting out her plan for even more pleasure in the future. 

"Are you kidding or something?" he bluffed, his masculine self respect 
tottering between pride and doubt. "I was only thinking that we shouldn't 
get so involved so soon." 

"Of course," she said. He was momentarily relieved and yet also disappointed 
by her answer. Christ, yes, he was guilty for what he had already done but 
he knew it was impossible to deny that he wanted more, all he could get of 
the enticing, available woman. It fractured his ego to think that perhaps 
she really would be satisfied if he merely sat there on the beach and left 
with nothing but a "later" after all this. 

"Come here baby, let me show you my pussy, then you decide," she said with 
feigned nonchalance as her hand went to the bikini string. "Here, just pull 
on these strings and you will be able to see what I've got to offer." 

"Sure. Okay!" Carter said sharply. He was not used to taking orders, from 
anyone! In the army he had been trained to give orders. But his legs were 
still trembling and there was still a hardness in the crotch of his swimsuit 
from her teasing words. He sighed under his breath and knelt over her. 

Carol didn't wait for Carter to do as she ordered. She pulled the string 
which undid the knot of her bikini but she did not remove the cloth which 
now lay untied over her nakedly waiting young pussy beneath. She grinned in 
anticipation of what Carter's reaction would be, once he saw her like this, 
all bare flesh, the way she liked to be around men. She felt the pleasant 
glow of female excitement spreading like a lovely fever in her stomach. 

Carter's thoughts droned on as he searched futilely for the clue to why he 
could not move. His mind labored to dismiss the feeling he had that Carol 
had insulted him and now he strove to rationalize away the shame that he 
felt for being an unfaithful husband to Mitzi. And he knew that if he had 
his way now, what had taken place so far, was only the beginning. He meant 
to go all the way with Carol, both to relieve the frustrating demands on his 
loins and give the teasing, self assured bitch all she had coming to her. 

Carol paused and forced herself to think everything over one last time. Then 
she pulled down the brassiere of her bikini and let her fujl large breasts 
with the ripe ruby red nipples stand out like miniature peaks on the whitely 
shimmering mounds. She moistened her fingertips with saliva from her tongue 
and tweaked her nipples with them so that their erect tips shone wetly and 
throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers against them. She lay 
shamelessly in front of him as he examined her and then bucked her 
voluptuous curved hips upward, throwing off the bikini bottoms below. 

"God! You're-you're undressed. You're naked!" he exclaimed as his eager 
hazel eyes roved over the brunette's deliriously rounded body. He was 
blushing but not so much that she could miss the pleased smile that broke, 
across his face as she lay there displaying herself sensuously wickedly 
before him. 

Carter could see that she was just as ready for him to fuck her as he was to 
fuck her. There were little dewdrops of wetness along the pink curl-lined 
lips of her vagina and it was all he could do to keep from planting his lips 
on the moist, wet softness there up between her thighs. Instead, he grabbed 
her up in his brawny arms, crushing her to him as he kissed her fully on the 
mouth and then moved down to tease her ear with his tongue. Tremors surged 
through Carol and she was alive with erotic sensation. 

"Hurry, take off your clothes," she said almost pleadingly. She wanted him 
soon as possible. It was a battle to stop herself from reaching out to rip 
off his suit, to strip him for readiness then and there. 

"How would you like to fuck me here, now!" she panted. She watched Carter 
lying beside her struggle frantically to get out of his trunks, every cell 
in her being screaming for him to hurry. She was seething with impatience. 
He took his suit off and she could see the well-cut plates of muscle that 
formed his powerful chest. As he peeled down the swimsuit to his hips, 
cursing at the difficulty he was having as he tried to get them over his 
hardened penis. At last he succeeded and the beautiful lust-steeled length 
sprang out and up into full view of her face. 

She gasped at the sight. 

Carol could not take her eyes from the wonderful cock before her and gazed 
in awe at it jutting out from his groin, the huge head fanning out like a 
majestic cobra head at the end of its striking length. She shuddered against 
her will and lowered her eyes a bit more to the big balls beneath. Carter's 
testicles were larger than any she had ever seen and sagged down between his 
legs like loaded pendulums that ached with fullness. 

"God, you're beautiful!" she muttered. 

"Thanks, but you are damned good yourself, Mrs. Lynn," he said as he blinked 
his eyes approvingly ,at her. He felt a little more confident now and 
decided that the reward in store would be well worth the prolonged, 
torturous waiting. Her eyes still riveted to his groin, she allowed herself 
to be pressed backwards down into the blanket. They lingered there a moment 
as he cupped her naked breasts in both hands, squeezing them, until he 
squatted down and fastened his teeth harshly into the stiff nipple of her 
swollen left breast. She groaned in painful surprise and attempted to twist 
free from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands held her fast. Then his 
questing mouth roamed from breast to breast, sucking and milking at the 
white quivering softness of them and causing blissful twitches of sensual 
erotic feeling that descended like feathers to the vee of pubic region 
below. She squirmed and pressed closer anxiously, hoping that he would not 
hesitate a second more before he crawled up between her legs and fucked her 
half-crazy with the heaviness of his cock. 

"Please, please put it in me," Carol begged, her carefully calculated scheme 
now forgotten and unimportant as she utterly lost control of herself in her 
mind-bending lust. 

"Put what in you, Mrs. Lynn? Where?" Carter demanded as his courage steadily 
strengthened. 

"Oh, darling, your cock! Put your big cock in my hot pussy. Fuck me, fuck 
me," his young neighbor groaned. Her passion was washing her brain of reason 
and she was positive that she would die if this big handsome bastard made 
her suffer a second longer. She looked down again at the pulsing, 
blood-filled cock head and said, "It's so big, so beautiful. I want it 
fucking inside me now, please! All of it!" 

He moved over her and forced her down flat on her back on the blanket with 
all his strength. When she placed where he wanted her, he eased his hands 
under the smoothness of her voluptuously curved young buttocks and cupped 
them. They were satiny and as pleasing to hold as he had expected them to 
be. She was spread nakedly before him on the blanket and he could fuck her 
hot little cunt at will any time he decided to. He thought of Mitzi as he 
grinned over the woman writhing impatiently below him. If only his blonde 
goddess of a wife were just half as daring as Carol Lynn, Carter thought, he 
would be home with her instead of hovering over their nakedly stripped next 
door neighbor as she lay spread out wide, cunt throbbing, like a savory 
feast on the blanket before him. 

Carol suddenly hunched up to her elbows and thrust one hand far forward to 
grasp his penis. He moaned and forgot about his wife as he felt the coolness 
of the younger woman's fingers close around the rigid span of his thickly 
pulsing cock, using its length like a handle to pull him closer. His mind 
was fogged with animal lust and he placed his hands on the tops of her 
trembling thighs and leaned his head down within inches of her now moistly 
glistening pubic hair. Her female odor was mind-reeling, a perfume he had 
longed for, and it reminded him somehow of honest earth and blooming 
gardenias. She bridged the full length of her body upwards, searching for 
him, then found his solid shoulders and managed to pull him down over her 
pearl-white and tanned combined nakedness as she opened her legs wide to let 
him fuck into her now. She had to have him fucking her now, that instant, 
and grasped his long hard throbbing cock again with one hand as she parted 
her cuntal lips obscenely with the fingers of the other. 

The manhood of Carter Bramwel flared and he powered-himself free of his 
young brunette neighbor's grip and stood up straight with his jutting cock 
in one hand. He was wild with desire now, a brute whose instincts were 
ignited by her raving lewd need to have him. Then slowly, teasingly, he 
guided his cock forward up between her widely splayed thighs, fell to his 
knees, and using the thick rubbery head to part the soft curling pubic hair 
and the fleshy, palpitating lips of her cunt, pushed hard against her. She 
tossed her head to one side as she felt the pressure against the wetly 
waiting edges of her moist cunt. It was too much to take easily and the 
hot-blooded woman winced when the first outward strain against the tight 
elastic opening of her vagina became more than she had expected. 

But he thrust heedlessly into her, stretching wide the soft, curl-rimmed 
opening until he was buried halfway up inside her stomach and only about 
three inches of the lust-hardened shaft were visible outside her half-filled 
vaginal hole. He pushed harder then, sliding up into her like a greased 
telephone pole that wanted nothing else but to be rammed deep into the warm 
pink cunt flesh surrounding and engulfing it. She grunted then and her body 
jerked as his heavy, sperm-laden balls collided against the smooth, hairless 
crevice up between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. Oooooh God! She 
was getting more than she had bargained for. She had underestimated this man 
and now moaned defenselessly below him, her face showing pain as much as the 
wanted pleasure from the lust-hardened pole sunk deep now up between her 
widespread young thighs. 

"Easy, eeeaaasssy," the experienced but impassioned woman pled as he started 
an unrelenting fucking motion up into her cock-filled cunt. She knew, even 
in her tormented state of mind, that gradually the agony would lessen and a 
lewd little sensation of pure sexual pleasure would eventually replace it. 

And she was right, for the eager older man's strokings up against her thighs 
and wide-stretched buttocks slowly renewed the raging fire that had only 
fluttered out for a short while in her. She began to meet his thrusts again 
and undulated her nakedly voluptuous torso hotly around on the sand to goad 
him on. The sinews of her muscles flexed lightly under her skin and the 
cords of her belly tensed rhythmically as she received each thrilling lunge 
deep up inside her flame-filled belly. 

"Ah, yes, that's right, just right. Keep on screwing me. Keeep onnnnn," 
Carol groaned out as Carter fucked into her faster, prodded to fresh bursts 
of abandoned enthusiasm by the encouragement she obscenely mouthed. He 
pushed his hands down beneath her again to cup her nakedly grinding 
asscheeks in his palms and pulled her open loins up tighter against him. He 
fucked in and out of her as if he were hypnotized, insinuating the rigidity 
of his whole length back and forth in her wide spread cunt slit, sensing it 
grow wetter and more liquid-filled with each stroke he gave her. Her ass 
began a more desperate motion, rotating around in tiny short circles and 
then fucking back up at his pelvis at the same time, until without warning 
she snaked out her legs and locked them high up around his hips. Her bare 
heels were pressed tightly into the firm trim cheeks of his buttocks, 
driving him even deeper and more violently up into the canyon of her nakedly 
open thighs. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and yet her hands moved 
downward and finally cupped Carter's heavily driving buttocks. Locking there 
she twisted and fucked back insanely, her firm, rounded buttocks suspended a 
few inches up off the hot sand of the hidden beach. 

Carter had no doubt now that he had the upper hand, that his male 
superiority had conquered her and now he had this hot bodied married 
neighbor of his in the best position possible. Hell, he could go over and 
fuck her any time he decided to now, he thought with a pleased smile on his 
face, because it was pretty obvious that she liked cock. Certainly she would 
not be any more anxious to have her husband find out about this than he, 
Carter, would like Mitzi to know about the ecstatic interlude. 

"How do you like it, Mrs. Lynn?" he growled down at her as he gave the 
stunning brunette a hard, cunt-splitting thrust up between her nakedly 
pulled back thighs. 

"Oooh, ooooohh," Carol wailed, unable to answer or even make her mind work. 

Still grinning, he gazed down between her legs and was so excited by the 
lewd sight that he ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh 
beneath him even more viciously as she moaned continuously. It was a sound 
somewhere between agony and heavenly bliss. He watched his thick cock pull 
her internal pussy flesh all the way out to her flaming wet cuntal lips on 
the backstroke and then push it back in again as he fucked smoothly into her 
on the instroke. Her mouth gaped each time the huge head banged hard against 
her tender cervix, jarring her. Her cunt was filled--full of him, the 
delicate wet flesh of her wide stretched cuntal passage yielding and closing 
as though she had been using her mouth on him, sucking him off. 

"Oooh, God, baby, fuck, fuck me! More, more! It's so gooood!" she whined as 
she clawed her long fingernails into the cheeks of his tensely driving 
buttocks, leaving thin, white scratch marks on them. Carter could feel his 
penis expanding and flexing inside her as if it were going to burst from the 
exquisite pleasure damming up in his balls as they smacked bluntly down 
against her anus below. She was still rolling her head on the sandy surface 
in wild, unequivocal ecstasy, her rich black hair loose now and flowing from 
side to side. His iron hrd, stiff cock sawed inexhaustibly into the depth of 
her stomach. The veins along the thick shaft were pulsing with the hot blood 
that engorged them until Carol could feel them standing out and pressing 
against the walls of her vaginal passage. God! This was too good to be true! 
The sense of it rose like intuition from her mind, a mind now reduced to 
sheer animal consciousness. 

"Now, darling, now! Work your finger up my ass, oh pleeeease!" she implored 
shamelessly. Carter had never done this before to any woman, let alone 
Mitzi. He was not opposed to learning something new that could really 
satisfy a woman though. He slipped one hand free and reached down below his 
throbbing penis to where his testicles were hanging between his neighbor's 
creamy smooth thighs. They hung like wine sacs above the blanket on the 
sand. Pushing aside his own balls, he placed his powerful hand on the 
wetness of her anal crevice and stretched the full white moons of her 
buttocks wide. He probed with the tip of his middle finger and suddenly 
found her tiny, slightly throbbing rectal mouth. A moist trickle of warm 
male semen and pussy secretions was running down the widely stretched cleft 
and wetting the tight, puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he 
searched experimentally for a moment with his fingertip. Then he shoved 
hard, feeling it give until suddenly his finger slithered up to the first 
knuckle joint. Carol cried out and tried to wiggle away, but he pushed 
harder and sank into her up to the second knuckle. 

"It hurts, Carter, oh oh!" 

For the barest instant, the thought of withdrawing the finger and sparing 
her the pain she must be feeling occurred to him. He hesitated as the idea 
disappeared from his mind, just long enough to convey his uncertainty to the 
gorgeous woman spread-eagled on the sandy beach. Her glazed eyes popped open 
like the shutters of camera lenses and showed the impatience and frustration 
she felt. 

"No, don't stop, hurry up, hurry! Fuck it up into my ass! I don't care if it 
hurts me!" 

Momentarily amazed, he felt her suddenly begin to fuck her ass up on his 
finger until it was sunk in her rectum up to the palm of his hand, as far as 
it could go. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her 
twin passages the bottomside of his cock, and he began to slide in and out 
of her again, impaling her between the finger and his penis. He attempted to 
maintain the same rhythm for both as she groaned gratefully again. He had 
never believed anything could be this good, this wild and easy. 

* * * 

As Carter had stopped in the driveway to pick up their neighbor, Carol Lynn, 
Mitzi had been puttering about absent-mindedly in the kitchen, and 
evaluating her marriage with Carter. She had not come to any brilliant 
conclusions, it was true, but at least she had decided to try harder to 
banish her fears and be a woman as well as a wife to him. She loved him, 
more than he knew or believed, and her strongest wish in life was that they 
would solve their problems and be happy. Once again experience the joyful, 
carefree delight that they had taken from each other in the beginning of 
their courtship. 

But it might take longer now to start working on what was wrong. Carter must 
be really upset this time, he had been out there in the garage fiddling with 
their car for what seemed an eternity to her. But she was not about to push 
him at the moment. Despite how much she yearned to run out there and fling 
her arms around him and be reassured of his love by a kiss and a long, 
warming hug. He had been touchy since last night. She was convinced that it 
would take some patience for him to settle down and be himself. 

Mitzi snatched up the dress from the back of the chair where she had placed 
it earlier. Then she ran out and quickly got into the old 'second' car that 
Carter had been working on, hoping it would start. It did. She thought of 
the private little beach Carter and she knew and she headed there 
instinctively, presuming that was where he had disappeared to. 

She soon reached the beach. But when she saw that Carter's car was actually 
parked by the road she sat in the old car for a long time before she dared 
to walk over to the rocks that surrounded the beach. She didn't really know 
what she was going to say to him. But she would think of something. 

Blinking, she put her face between an opening in the rock and was suddenly 
stunned with shock. It took her several seconds to adjust her mind to the 
fact that the horrible thing going on was not a dream before her. Carter, 
her own husband, was making love to their neighbor, her girlfriend, Carol 
Lynn! They were both naked and her handsome husband was driving back and 
forth like a demon between Carol Lynn's obscenely gaping legs, right out in 
the broad daylight. In broad daylight! He was making love to her, fucking 
her and his right hand was moving rapidly in an obscene pistoning action 
somewhere lower, somewhere in front of him and down where Carol's "other" 
place would be. From what the astonished housewife could see, they were 
completely, uninhibitedly drowning in erotic pleasure and felt nothing but 
lust. Mitzi fluttered her lashes to clear her unbelieving eyes. She focused 
them with all her strength as she had to be positive that what she saw on 
the beach was really happening. Oh, but God, it was! Carter was having the 
time of his life between Carol's well rounded thighs. He was oblivious as 
she was, to everything, marriage, love, faithfulness, everything! They were 
cheating, like selfish beasts, cheating, fucking and cheating while their 
innocent spouses, naive partners in marriage, were sitting around trusting 
them! 

Mitzi felt the stinging tears coursing down her face. How could her husband 
do this, she asked over and over again? Like a word repeated too many times, 
the question became meaningless to her and furious jealousy began to push it 
aside. Her first, immediate impulse was to storm over and attack the nakedly 
writhing pair with a self-righteous rage. One they would never forget, to 
show them how wrong and evil it was to overstep the bounds of marital 
fidelity. But no, that would be too simple. She wanted to pay back Carter 
and that treacherous vamp, Carol Lynn, in a way that would have a lasting 
impact. 

Mitzi stumbled back to the old car and somehow found herself back at the 
house. With her shock and anger lending her force, she was like a lion as 
she arrived back in half the time it had taken her to leave. She wanted to 
be alone and decide what she would do. 

On the beach, Carter's loins were aching beyond all human endurance with the 
burning need to empty his sperm into the woman writhing and moaning on her 
back on the sandy beach beneath him. Carol was thoroughly out of her mind 
with passion, pitching beneath him in a maniacal frenzy as fucked hotly up 
into her hotly clasping cunt and rammed up into the soft rubbery depths of 
her rectum with his finger. Great torrents of heat were building in his 
balls and he sensed that she too was close to orgasm. 

"Oh, oh oooooh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh, nowwww! Aaaah, aaaaahh!" she 
cried out, filling the otherwise silent beach with the lewd crooning sounds 
of her orgasmic agony. Her cum juice flowed out wetly around his heavily 
pumping cock, spilling down into the soft quivering cleft between her 
buttocks and onto his balls. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as 
she continued to grunt out her climax, her vaginal juices still seeping out 
of her onto the full trembling globes of her uncontrollably jerking 
buttocks. 

Suddenly he reached the top, the long awaited pinnacle of his male need, and 
began to squirt his hot, thickly white cum into the uttermost depths of her 
hungrily clasping cunt. Her mind flashed on and off in unthinking sensuality 
as the strong scorching spurts surged hotly up against her womb, filling her 
to overflowing. She clenched her vaginal muscles and milked thirstily at the 
wildly spewing penis until he could do nothing but lie there limply, 
breathing hard in a desperate effort to fill his lungs with air. His excess 
sperm poured out of her in a river-like flow and formed a small pool down 
between her thighs. For a long, long time it seemed to continue, both their 
bodies quivering and throbbing hotly together as they jerked out the last of 
their orgasms. 

At last he pulled out of her and his deflating cock made a soft hissing 
sound like a cork popping from a wine bottle as her still hungrily locked 
little pussy lips reluctantly released it. Carol whimpered and ran her hands 
through her hair, her legs trembling, her wet, cum-flooded stomach quaking 
as the last throes of her orgasm weakened and left her drained of strength. 

After a long silence, except for their dwindling gaspings of breath, Carol 
slowly took hold of the blanket and pulled herself up to a sitting position. 
Sitting there with her sperm-moistened legs dangling in the sand, she raised 
her eyes and saw that Carter was sitting naked. Then she suddenly snapped 
back to the realization of what their wonderful fuck session was all about. 

"Carter, listen to me a minute," Carol said evenly. He shook his head 
violently, like a man trying to come out of sleepiness, and looked over at 
her with a wide grin of satisfaction lifting his loose lips. 

"Yeah, baby, I'll listen." 

"I just want to say that there's plenty more of this coming," Carol 
promised, "if you and Mitzi will join our local club." 

"Huh? What club?" he asked with a look of total puzzlement on his face. 

"Mitzi will tell you. If you are interested. You might find it quite an 
interesting pastime," she added with a feminine smile as she got off the 
blanket and kneeling and rubbing her hands together she absorbed the warmth 
of the sand with her cooling body. "You were grand, no kidding, but you'd 
better go home now before Mitzi comes looking for you. Just remember what I 
said, you know, about the club where we all have fun." 

Mystified, the tired man rose and put on his swimsuit, wondering about the 
"club" and what his wife had been doing at home while she waited for him. 
Now, now that he and Carol were finished for at least that afternoon, he 
felt less cocky and confident about being able to stroll over and fuck the 
woman next door whenever he wanted to. "Okay, I'll remember. 

I'll find out what the hell you are talking about, from her." 

"That's good. Do that. Thank you for a great afternoon," Carol said with a 
wicked little tease in her eyes as Carter stood by her putting on his 
T-shirt. Then, without another word they got up looking drained and satiated 
and walked to the car. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Mitzi sat on the floor looking at a silent television screen. Her wrath was 
building higher with each passing moment. She pictured the disgusting scene 
of her husband's betrayal with her young girlfriend, and neighbor, Carol 
Lynn. The angry blonde was waiting there, in the living room, because she 
guessed that he would probably come in the front door to keep up the 
pretense that he had been sunning himself on the beach. She was afraid of 
the anger that was brewing inside her. She was afraid she might hurt 
someone. 

She found that most of her thoughts, however, were centered around her young 
neighbor, Carol. What was that woman trying to do to her, she wondered. She 
thought that Carol must have some deep resentment within her that was making 
her do this horrible thing. 

Her thought turned then to the one other time that Carol had tricked her. 
The younger woman had actually tricked her once into undressing in her 
bedroom so that she could try on one of Carol's sexy swimsuits. Carol later 
told her that seven male members of her club had been watching Mitzi undress 
from behind a two way mirror! Mitzi had been embarrassed to learn of this 
dirty trick but she had not really been angry about it. Until now! 

As lonely and desolate as Mitzi had been then, without Carter, the very 
thought of getting into bed with a perfect stranger picked at random, filled 
her with repulsion. She would be hardly more than an adulterous prostitute. 
At the time of the suggestion, she had been bowled over by the idea that 
Carol was actually able to do such a thing. 

But the longer Mitzi sat there mulling it over, the more she began to wonder 
if she had not been just as much a fool then as she had today, trusting, 
believing, saving her body for the man she married. Perhaps she had been 
wrong to be so silly and afraid, so bluffed by what she had thought was her 
role as a loyal waiting housewife. Perhaps she should have had the good 
sense to seize on a good opportunity when it presented itself. Why not? 
Carter, her darling husband, was certainly not bothering to be faithful to 
her. She had just seen proof of that, and God only knows how many times it 
had happened before. 

"All right, Carter, you asked for it! Now you're going to get it," she 
decided aloud, her fresh young facial features glowing at the revenge she 
had in store for him. 

Suddenly there was a noise at the front door and, just as she had predicted, 
Carter appeared in the living room. He had a towel draped over his shoulder 
as he stomped up the stairs to the front room. He flung the towel over the 
top of the railing and blew into his folded hands, finally tossing a furtive 
glance at Mitzi. She gave no sign that she had even noticed his entrance and 
continued to sit there, sullen and uncommunicative, as she stared at the 
color T.V.. 

They were silent for a moment while Carter cast about in his mind for 
something appropriate to say to her. 

"Look, about our little misunderstanding this morning, try not to worry 
about it," Carter generously offered as an opener. It was all Mitzi could do 
to restrain the burst of sardonic laughter that rose in her throat. My God, 
he was actually being kind! Well, she could afford to be kind too if she had 
just come home from a bout of love-making with an attractive neighbor. 

"But we've just got to do some serious thinking about your problems, Mitzi," 
he added almost harshly, amending what even he realized might have been too 
much leeway in his opening remark. "But let's forget it for right now, okay? 
By the way, what's for dinner this evening?" 

"I really don't know, I haven't thought about it. Why don't you fix us some 
t.v. dinners darling? You shouldn't have any trouble handling that, a big 
man like you," Mitzi said sarcastically. She did not even lift her eyes from 
the television screen, still pretending to be totally engrossed in what she 
was wathcing. Any afternoon soap opera could hardly be more interesting than 
what was happening here, and what would not be very long in coming. 

Carter could not believe his ears. She had never displayed outright 
insolence or ever been anything but eager and willing to serve him like a 
slave, except in bed, ever since he'd known her. And now she was just 
sitting there, had not even bothered to look up at him. She would normally 
be flying around the kitchen making something special for their dinner. It 
must be that she was still upset from their tiff this morning, he concluded 
as he sat down in a chair opposite hers. It was only that she felt hurt 
because he had been gone so long and was just waiting for him to say 
something sweet, a few love words to show her that all was well between 
them. But Lord, how should he have known that what started out to be a 
friendly gesture towards Carol would assume such gigantic proportions? 
Carter knew that he would have relented and come home hours ago, had it not 
been for the bout he had with their young neighbor on the beach. But there 
was no way to explain it, no apparent excuse he could give her without 
revealing everything. She would forgive him if she knew what had happened. 
If somehow she could understand how his mind had been taken over by raw 
lust. If she only understood how guilty he felt for having vented his sexual 
needs behind her back. 

"Mitzi, come on now. I've already said that it's all right about this 
morning," he soothed. At that, he saw her blue eyes snap up to glare 
hatefully at him as she threw a magazine to one side and leaned slowly 
forward from her seat, taking a long deep breath before she spoke. 

"Oh, so it's all right, because you say so," she fumed. He could hear the 
accusation in her voice and sat nervously in his chair, squirming, watching 
her pretty, finely etched face darken with the intense fury she obviously 
felt. 

"Sure, honey, it's okay. Why not?" 

"Why, why not?" Mitzi asked contemptuously. Then she remembered her purpose 
and deliberately lowered her voice as she went on. "Carter, forgive me, I 
was just jealous for a minute. It wasn't fair and I'm so sorry. Of all 
people, I don't have any reason to blame you." 

"What're you talking about?" he demanded, his greenish hazel eyes 
searchingly alert. 

"I'm talking about today, of course. When you were with Carol on the beach 
and I saw." Mitzi sighed with acceptance, steeling herself to keep her tears 
back as the vivid picture of him with their neighbor once again blared in 
her brain. 

"You ... you saw ... what?" Carter stammered with disbelief but dread that 
she might be telling the truth. 

"I saw you and Carol having a little innocent fun together that's all. She 
was spread out on the sand, while you fucked her, that's all," the blonde 
said, managing to feign a little grin of conspiratorial understanding as she 
purposely used the four letter word. Her incredulous husband shook his head 
slowly from side to side, trying to comprehend what was saying. She had 
actually seen him screwing Carol Lynn. She must have! Here she was though, 
talking about the act of infidelity and using that word almost casually. 
Nothing made sense about it. He and his wife were failing together sexually, 
and yet Mitzi could admit that she had seen him fucking like an animal into 
another woman, without falling apart. Most women would. Especially when the 
other woman was Carol Lynn. He began to wonder if he were losing his mind. 

"But don't you care, at all?" he asked. 

"You know better than that," she answered vaguely, "Didn't she mention the 
local group?" 

"Yes, she did, but...." 

"Do you mean she didn't tell you about me?" 

This was the crucial moment in Mitzi's revenge as she had no way of knowing 
whether the younger woman had told Carter about the two-way mirror trick. 
She just wanted to strike out at him in any way she could. The expression on 
Carter's face, though, seemed to be proof that he had no knowledge of the 
factual truth. 

"No, she didn't. She said I should ask you about it. Okay, baby, I'm 
asking," he barked. 

"Now don't get huffy, sweetheart," she lied with cold restraint. "But I went 
to one of Carol's little parties just to watch and I got kind of turned on 
and a little drunk and ... well I did a strip to turn the guys on so they 
would be ready to fuck Carol. No one can get in unless they bring another 
person of the opposite sex, so I was safe!" 

Carter's face collapsed as if some tremendous magnetic pull were drawing 
down his facial skin to the floor under his feet. He wanted to back out of 
the room, to run, to wipe off what she had said from the mental slate of his 
memory. It was as though the possibility that she was kidding him was the 
only grappling hook he had left to keep from screaming out his jealous rage. 
Not Mitzi! Not his own lovely wife! Not exposing her lovely nakedness to 
strangers! Then the imagined reality of other men watching her, most 
intimate places, blazed through him with all the ferocity and pain of a 
razor sharp knife slicing cruelly through live, sensitive flesh. 

He steadied himself with masochistic determination and asked for the grisly 
details. 

"How many times have you gone to these meetings?" he asked in a quivering 
voice, "Altogether?" 

"Well, golly, Carter, only once! And there were lots of people there," Mitzi 
lied, sorry for him and yet delighting in the effect the lurid falsehood was 
having on her cheating husband. 

She only hoped that he didn't ask for information about which she knew 
nothing at all. 

"They said I had a great body, one of the best they had seen and they wanted 
me to join the club," she said softly. She saw how artful lying was 
affecting him, his face was bloodless and he was having trouble controlling 
his shaking body. She felt another wave of sympathy for him, but then the 
vision of his hard body standing over Carol's prostrate form on the beach 
took command of her senses all over again. 

"Goddamnit, you little slut! I had to get some pussy somewhere. I can't get 
it at home!" Carter shouted. "And now you tell me you've been teasing other 
men!" Carter stunned her by the force of his anger and what he had said 
about her. Oh, if only he knew, she cried inwardly, if only he knew. She had 
wept alone in bed, night after night, yearning for him, needing him 
idolizing him. The thought of letting another man fuck her had never crossed 
her mind. No woman could have been more loving and loyal to her faraway 
husband. 

"Tell me, Carter, just how do you get your "satisfaction" while you are 
away?" she thrust. "Were there plenty of Carol Lynn's in all those towns?" 

"Plenty, baby plenty!" he boomed in answer. 

"Oh...." 

"Yeah, only better," the angry husband confirmed. He watched Mitzi wince and 
then sit up bravely, blinking her lashes rapidly for a moment. 

"Well, dozens of men have fucked your precious little Carol." 

Carter stood up tall, every inch of his lithe form trembling with emotion. 
She was afraid that he was going to lash out and hit her, but she kept on 
with her tormenting game. "Oh, and they fucked her some ways that I couldn't 
believe. They were very inventive." 

"You fucking little liar!" Carter yelled. 

A strange feeling came over Mitzi and she felt her revenge taking effect. 
"Do you want me to show you how I got naked for all those men, Carter? Do 
you want to see exactly how I did it? Maybe it will turn you on too!" 

She began to slowly unbutton the blouse she had changed into after returning 
from the beach. It was wide open in one teasing yank. She opened her mouth 
in a lewd little 'O' and was starting to move her hips. She reached for the 
hook of her fresh, white lace-edged bra and pulled with all her might. The 
delicate under garment gave and ripped free, her naked white breasts 
bouncing like fleshy rubber melons with pink cherries on the tips. Then 
suddenly, she could take the cruel joke no more. She stopped moving and 
began to cry as she dropped miserably to the couch. 

"Darling, please, listen to me, let me explain," Mitzi sobbed up at her 
furious husband. But his eyes and ears were shut off to everything but the 
thought that she had been teasing other men. Men who were complete strangers 
to the both of them! She collapsed back on the couch in a frightened, 
helpless heap. There was nothing else she could do, her fair-skinned face 
coloring red from the shame and humiliation of his eyes locked hotly on her 
high, heaving breasts standing out from her open blouse. 

"Yes, explain. Tell me how all those nice hard cocks looked while you were 
showing them your hot little cunt!" he said coldly. Without waiting for an 
answer, he looked down at her waist with contemptuous hatred in his eyes. 
Then he sat down beside her and, still glaring, unbuttoned the side of her 
skirt enough to grab the open flaps with both hands and rip it all the way 
down the seam. There was nothing she could say. Her words would sound 
pathetic and useless even to her. She saw him staring at her round 
pale-white thighs, naked now, and watched his eyes flick higher to rest for 
an endless moment on the brief panty crotch that protected her pubic mound 
and the softly trembling vaginal slit below. Suddenly he raised both hands 
and leaned closer, grasping her slender shoulders so that his fingers dug 
deep into the softness of her aching flesh. 

"I'm warning you, you'd better tell me if you got fucked by any of those men 
since we've been married?" he demanded steelily, his face within inches of 
hers. Holy Christ, what a chump he had been! After months and months of 
sexual frustration, he had come home to her and believed that his hard-ons 
frightened her. He had been gentle, romantic, understanding ... patient. 
Until today, anyway. And all the time, Mitzi had been pretending innocence 
to worm out of letting him inside her. Hell, she was tired, that was all! 
And no wonder, after all those times she had been teasing every horny 
son-of-a-bitch in town!!! 

"Take off your panties, slut! Because I want some of that hot little 
community tail, too!" Carter said ominously. The luscious blonde half lay 
there in shock, her mutilated clothes useless now, like torn paper wrappings 
as she saw his open hand draw back. He was pulling down his swimsuit and 
working his cock with his hand. She tried to twist away from him and rolled 
to one side of the couch. But he reached over to catch a handful of her soft 
blonde hair and jerked her back to him. 

"Carter, for God's sake, please listen to me," Mitzi pleaded in vain. 

"Sure, I'll listen, after I fuck the shit out of you!" Then he grabbed her 
breast and squeezed the tender skin of her nipple until it burned. She 
fought and struggled now for fear that he was going to do something 
desperate in his rage, kicking and scratching at him with all her strength. 
They were a tangled mass of arms and limbs and suddenly in their struggle 
they rolled from the couch and fell to the thick carpet on the floor. 

Mitzi was on the bottom and felt the full weight of their impact against her 
back. Carter raised himself a little and straddled her belly, the fingers of 
one hand locked on her throat as with his other hand he reached down between 
them and tore at her flimsy nylon panties and she felt a lurch in her belly 
as she thought back to all the times she had dreamed of him rape-fucking 
her. 

"Oh please, please. Carter, fuck me good," she cried out frantically at the 
obscene idea. In her passion she knew that this time he fully intended to 
rape her. To screw her like she had always wanted him too. Oh God, if he 
only would she could forgive him for his lewd transgression on the beach 
this afternoon, she could forgive him for anything! Then, she felt his 
weight lift slightly and felt his hard cock sliding along her thigh. Big 
tears of rising joy and excitement streamed now in flowing wet trails down 
the sides of her cheeks as she felt him pushing her naked legs apart on the 
floor. 

"Darling, I want you to fuck me! I do, I do!" she whimpered. His eyes were 
filmed over with lust now and she felt him drop down to his knees between 
her thighs, holding his thick throbbing cock in readiness with both hands. 
Then, knocking her almost breathless, he fell forward across her body and 
began to hump on her, spearing his blunt-headed penis into her thighs and 
vaginal cleft without bothering to aim. The hard cock hit her once in the 
tender crevice between her vainly resisting buttocks and she jumped as he 
tried futilely to fuck into her there. 

"Oooouch, it hurts," she sobbed. Then he found her! The whole length of his 
huge cock fucked between her surprisingly already wet and slippery vaginal 
lips, sinking into her almost insanely. He lunged forward with all his might 
and the monstrous cock riffled up into her open belly all the way up to the 
hilt. Then, he began immediately to fuck into her with hard, brutal thrusts, 
not caring about her as she twisted about hotly, nakedly beneath his 
flailing body. He reached out to the sides of his hips and shoved his hands 
under the backs of her thighs, lifting them up and back until she was bent 
almost double and her knees scraped the carpet over her shoulders. Her 
nakedly rolling asscheeks were split wide and forced high up off the floor. 
She groaned again and again as his long pent up passion slammed into her 
contorted body with long, savage strokes that jarred the full length of his 
hard throbbing cock. His driving groin smacked hard against the plane of her 
upturned buttocks, buffeting her head forward so that they moved along the 
floor a few inches each time he fucked into her open cunt. 

Then suddenly, when he was certain he was punishing her brutally, she let 
out a low passionate moan of pleasure from the treatment she was recieving. 
He responded with an extra hard thrust that drove his deeply imbedded cock 
head hard up against her sensitive cervix inside and she was certain that 
her intestines were on fire. To lie beneath her own husband and be fucked 
like the lowest of whores and while he used her to vent his lust out upon 
was a temporary remedy for her hurting. Her thoughts rambled feverishly as 
though all feeling had been ripped free of her nerves. The agony was gone 
and only the sheer animalism and lust remained with his angry fucking. She 
lay unresisting now, passively accepting and responding to his stormy 
passion and lewd use of her nakedly filled cunt. 

"How's this for a teasing bitch? Huh?" he groaned, ramming farther and 
farther into her passion-dilated vagina, and spreading the walls wider as 
the thick head drove inward. Then he dropped his hands from her thighs and 
slipped them under the soft white globes of her firm ass-cheeks, cupping 
them tightly and digging his fingernails into her to stress the fact that he 
wanted to hurt and debase her in a way she would never forget. 

"I asked a question, whore. How do you like it?" he snarled again when she 
gave no answer. "Huh?" he emphasized with another vicious lunge. 

"Ooh, darling, I ... was ... here ... always," Mitzi managed to sigh out 
breathlessly. "I ... was...." 

"Here! You fucked other guys here, at home!" Carter shouted finally into her 
face, deafening her, increasing the tempo of his punishing impalement until 
she could not even speak ... explain. It was too late, too late for anything 
but desire and rage. 

"Put some action into that little "neighborhood" pussy now!" he commanded. 
She knew that he would not listen to reason, even if she were able to say 
it, and, sobbing, she began a slow mechanical grinding motion of her 
backside, pushing her hips up against his thrusting loins to escape the 
nails digging painfully into her flesh. Her passion and lust grew with each 
additional minute he used her so savagely. 

He could feel his orgasm closing in, filling his balls for the second time 
that day. He was going to spew it into her, lovingly, but with anger and she 
was not in the least bit sorry. She deserved it by God, that and more! 

She could sense that something was happening inside him. He was going to 
empty his sperm deep into her womb. She dreamed of this moment, with her own 
handsome husband, rutting over her like a wild beast over a bitch in heat. 
She had wanted it, a tender fusing of love with their bodies. A primitive 
attack was What she had needed, this angry, lust-powered onslaught on the 
living room carpet. 

He levered higher on her and quickened his thrusts until the pace was 
incredible. He kneaded and dug into her flesh beneath him being concious of 
moans. No, he wanted to fuck her, to fuck her only. This one, his wife, who 
had been teasing other men all the time he had to be gone. His cock expanded 
and throbbed inside her until he thought it would split down the side, 
explode from the anger and hate that reigned over his body now. 

Then the expected explosion came. Mitzi cringed under him as she felt the 
first thin hot rush of his sperm begin to empty out deep in her ravaged 
cunt. The thought that he had just a short time ago, done the same thing 
inside her girlfriend, Carol, crossed her mind as she felt the warm sticky 
fluid filling her and causing a sudden sensation of pleasure and wicked 
eroticism to ripple through her. 

"Oooh," Carter groaned as he shot the first spurt of his whitely spewing 
male cum deep up into his skewered blonde wife's greedily engulfing cunt. 

After a moment of rest, he crawled from between her thighs and saw a trickle 
of his sperm beginning to ooze from Mitzi's openly spread pussy. She lay 
with her eyes closed tightly against reality, her legs still spread 
obscenely wide as he had left them. Her loins were wet and shaking from the 
surprise rape they had been subjected too. She made no attempt to move as 
she heard the somehow obscene sound of Carter's cock plopping back into his 
swimsuit. 

"You'd better ask Carol when we're expected at the first swap meeting. And 
don't you forget it, you teasing whore! You got yours, now I get mine!" he 
said almost calmly as he turned and walked off towards the back of the house 
with an expression of smug self-satisfaction on his face. 

As she lay there, still dazed, she thought dimly of all the men she was 
supposed to-have taken on. It was ironic, she smiled painfully, for if any 
of them were here now, they could crawl between her legs and fuck her silly. 
She would not resist or even care because nothing mattered now. Her whole 
concept of a normal, happy marriage had been shattered in one afternoon by 
the sight of her husband's naked body laboring over their neighbor, Carol, 
and then the wild experience of the fuck that had just ended. She began to 
wish she could miraculously dissolve into thin air. That way, she would not 
be forced to face the world again. 

But she was young, alive, lovely, and she would have to find a way to cope 
with tomorrow and the day after, and the day after that. She rolled over on 
her side and slowly struggled into a position to get up. The pain all over 
her body made it difficult. She carefully rose to her feet and staggered 
across the room to stand in front of the full-length mirror on one wall. Her 
clothes were scattered across the room behind her, some on the couch and 
some on the floor. Her pitifully torn blouse still hung in shreds from her 
shoulders, covering nothing. She studied the blotched of red hot love-bites 
marking her smooth white skin, uncaring, detached, and then reached up to 
gingerly feel her breasts. They still throbbed from Carter's wild caresses. 

So this is what a well-fucked woman looks like, she mused, still examining 
her abused form in the mirror. It seemed as if the glass in front of her 
could sense that she was different now. A housewife with nothing left but a 
ravished body. Well, she thought, if all she had left was her body, maybe 
she would just have to use it to the best advantage. She could not see that 
she had any choice. 

She turned around, then, and walked back with more certainty to gather up 
her ruined clothes. She was passing the kitchen when she remembered 
something that brought her to an abrupt halt. The nearly naked blonde walked 
slowly over to the breakfast table and leaned down to crumple in her palm 
the note she had left earlier for Carter. Then she slid the pad over and 
jotted down a reminder for herself: 

"SEE CAROL TOMORROW ABOUT THE SWAP GROUP" 

The air in the bathroom was steamy as she patted her body softly here and 
there with a washcloth, too exhausted to take the care necessary to 
thoroughly bathe herself. When she was finished, she would lie down for a 
nap in the other bedroom. She knew that Carter was in their bedroom, she 
heard him, and wanted to avoid any contact right now. 

Her destiny had taken an odd course, a new direction. That day she knew that 
from now on everything would be different. Her husband had a few surprises 
in store for him. Ones that might shock her just as much, but the most 
important thing now was to finally stand up and claim her right to exist as 
an individual person. 

* * * 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The afternoon sun slanted lazily through windows into Carol's roomy, 
upstairs bedroom, throwing an almost blinding flash of light into her eyes 
as the yellow rays glanced off the dressing table mirror. The sun was also 
playing a kind of color tune on Mitzi's long, flaxen hair picking up its 
highlights, sparking them, so that the flowing blondeness seemed to move, 
shifting positions every few seconds. 

"It's nice, isn't it?" Carol said as they sat staring at the windows, "I 
can't wait to do some water-skiing." 

"Yes, that would be nice," Mitzi replied vaguely. Although she was staring 
at the sunlight, she was not really noticing it. Instead, she was thinking 
of that morning. She had forgotten to wake Carter until after eight o'clock, 
an hour after he usually got up to shave, dress and eat breakfast. She had 
forgotten to make coffee, too, and neglected to remember that Monday was 
laundry day. She had heard the truck whine by their house after only a 
moment's pause to check for the bundle that she would normally have put on 
the front porch. She had found herself forgetting everything. And the whole 
while, the one thing that she wanted most of all to forget remained like a 
bright, flashing neon in her mind. 

"Mitzi, now you're certain that you and Carter want to join?" Carol asked 
directly, bringing them both back to the reality of why they were sitting 
there, quietly, in the bedroom. Carol had not been surprised when her 
neighbor had suddenly appeared at the front door, now an hour ago, asking 
almost humbly if the younger woman could spare some time to talk over 
something. Carol had not expected the girl to be quite so agreeable and had 
prepared herself to face anger and accusation. But this was anything but a 
violent reaction on Mitzi's part. They had gone upstairs and sat down to 
discuss the terms of membership in the swap club, calmly, rationally, 
without any actual resistance or defensiveness between them. 

"Yes, I'm certain. The last thing Carter said before leaving for work was, 
'Tell her we want to join.' So that's why I'm here, Carol finding out about 
it." 

"But what about you, honey, do you want this?" Carol asked, to make certain 
that Mitzi was not bluffing. 

"Yes, I want it too," Mitzi answered evenly. The tone of total resignation 
and acceptance in her voice convinced Carol that the beautiful, somehow 
withdrawn girl really did want to experience the excitement of uninhibited 
partner swapping. There was no glinting anticipation in Mitzi's eyes, no 
sign of eagerness to enjoy the bodies of other men, but neither was there 
fear of the unexpected. The two women sat in silence for a moment as the sun 
lowered on the horizon and was less direct on the windows, shadows beginning 
to darken the formality of the expensive furniture and lend a strange 
peacefulness to the bedroom atmosphere. 

"Did Carter tell you about yesterday on the beach?" Carol wanted to know, 
her words piercing the shield of silence. She was positive that the woman 
had seen him give at least part of his lewd performance on the sand, but the 
brunette had to hear it from Mitzi. 

"He didn't have to ... you know that," Mitzi said. "I saw you together." 

"Well, things sometimes happen that way, so don't blame anyone," Carol said 
quickly, protecting herself as well as the couple from unwanted personal 
complications. "It doesn't mean anything more than sex. We took what we 
wanted and let it go at that. I think the group will help you understand 
what I am saying." Her words were vague and sweeping, she knew, but they 
seemed to have the desired effect on Mitzi. 

"Oh, I'm not blaming anyone, honest. It may be that your little show on the 
beach with Carter plus the club will help our married life," Mitzi assured 
her, "because it hasn't been what we want, and something has to be done!" 

"Good, I'm glad you're finally being sensible," Carol cheered, "and I think 
you'll discover that you will be happier than just working out personal 
problems. Why, you can even have fun." 

"When is the next meeting?" Mitzi asked, brushing aside the other woman's 
reference to fun. 

"Let's see now, I think we are all getting together Wednesday afternoon. 
Bill Watson's place on the marina this time. His wife, Helen, is so dizzy 
though, that one can't ever trust what she says," Carol grinned. "I'll tell 
you what, I'll telephone you that morning to confirm the exact time and 
place." 

"Fine, I'll be expecting your call. But right now, I'd better hurry home and 
start Carter's dinner. After all, a man's stomach has to be kept happy too," 
the blonde quipped vivaciously. Carol was again astounded at how the usually 
moon-struck woman was taking all this, like a real woman. Yet, how Mitzi 
behaved at the get-together itself would be the true test. 

Two minutes later, Carol Lynn heard the front door slam shut and pictured 
Carter's pretty wife crossing to her own house. It was growing cooler and 
darker in the room, but Carol's scheme had been a success and now she was 
warmed by the delicious thought of all that would happen at the Watson's 
house on Wednesday afternoon. Then it occurred to her that Carter and Mitzi 
would probably be astonished at what they could learn all in one night. Some 
things she was sure would give Carter a bit of a jolt. But if they really 
did love each other, not even Bill Watson's boastful manner would upset 
anyone. As far as personality was concerned, the man was howlingly 
ridiculous, as boorish as he could be. But then, he was built where it 
counted and always seemed to bring him female partners to a wild, screaming 
orgasm every time he fucked one of them at the meetings, including herself. 

Helen Watson joined the group after her husband, but from what Carol had 
heard, that was no fault of hers. The auburn-haired thirty-five year old 
woman had been away visiting relatives when Bill had been recruited. After 
her return home, it had taken her less than a week to find an eligible 
neighborhood male with whom she could enter the swap club according to the 
rules. He was an architect, a young man of twenty-five, and a bachelor with 
no limiting scruples. Helen had said that he had been thoroughly delighted 
with what he had found at the first session he attended with her. A host of 
eager, willing women of all ages and types. In short, a bachelor's dream. 

Yes, indeed, Wednesday afternoon was going to be interesting, all right, 
Carol thought. 

She looked at her wristwatch and sighed, noting that this was the time of 
the afternoon that her husband, Lee, usually telephoned her from wherever he 
was. It was strange, but he had not been in touch with her for over a week 
and she felt a little uncomfortable at not knowing exactly where he was. She 
rose and started downstairs so she would be close to the telephone, just in 
case. It would be a crying shame if Wednesday were spoiled, if for some 
reason she would be obligated to miss it with the others. Especially the 
Bramwel's, and have to lose out on the fun in store. 

* * * 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Mitzi had to admit that she was excited, despite her doubts and the attack 
of jittery nerves that had unexpectedly cropped up in her when Carol had 
called to say that the get together was definitely "on" that afternoon at 
the Watson's. 

The Watsons lived in a sprawling seaside shanty. The house had its own 
private dock for small boats. Mitzi had often wondered about what it would 
feel like to live in such a house. 

This afternoon a motorboat was buzzing out on the ocean giving the Watson's 
guests a thrilling ride as they were pulled by the boat, skimming along the 
water on their skis. 

The skiing was the main topic of conversation as the guests sat down on the 
small dock or in the Watson's living room trying not to drip too much water 
from their swimsuits. They were laughing and gulping down the strong drinks 
Bill Watson was fixing for everyone at the bar. 

Carter had been silent on the drive over. But it had been nothing new. They 
had not spoken more than a dozen words in the last three days. He was 
determined to punish her, that much was pretty well established. Now, she 
was resolved to either make or break their relationship. If necessary, with 
the same type of shock he had subjected her to. She would play along with 
whatever was required to break the sexual barrier in their marriage. 

She could see him standing close to Helen Watson, a pert-bodied but 
vacuous-faced woman whose age looked to be far less than what it was. They 
were talking animatedly in a far comer of the room and appeared to be 
completely oblivious to everyone else around them. Mitzi felt a sudden 
rising of jealousy but checked it immediately. This was no time to indulge 
in her own emotions. 

"So you're Mitzi, eh?" a tall, thin man of about forty said to her as he 
held out a tall glass full of a light-green liquid toward her bikini clad 
body. My God, she thought, what an interesting face he has! He wore a black 
eye-patch and had a thin cheek scar. She accepted the drink without thinking 
and called upon her reserves of compassion in order to muster a strained 
smile to her face.. 

"Yes, I'm Mitzi Bramwell. Thank you for the drink." 

"Hell, don't mention it, Mitzi. I'm Bill Watson. I own a few laundromats. 
Well, you sure must have heard about me from everybody in town," he said 
boastingly, a wide grin lining his face. 

"Yes, of course, Mr. Watson. I've heard a lot about you," Mitzi managed to 
lie. In truth, she had never heard the man's name until Carol had told her 
that the meeting was scheduled to be at his house. She did not want to 
offend him, and besides there was the matter of the rules to consider. Carol 
had once again been adamant about the necessity of strictly following them, 
no matter how peculiar they might seem at first. The one rule their neighbor 
had taken extra care to stress was that personalities were not to be an 
issue as far as sex was concerned. 

"And that's my little Helen over there, the good-looking broad talking a 
mile a minute to your hubby," said Bill with a wave of his hands towards the 
couple. He was already a little drunk and occasionally wavered close to 
Mitzi, pulling her off balance with him. His one eye was twinkling. 

"I know, Mr. Watson. Carol introduced us when Carter and I arrived. She's 
very pretty," Mitzi said. 

"Yeah, she's pretty, and a damned good lay." 

"What is this we're drinking?" Mitzi inquired in an attempt to temporarily 
divert the direction the conversation was taking. She had taken a few sips 
of the strange substance and could not identify it, but she was no drinker 
and had no real way of knowing if it was a common liquor or not. 

"It's just good stuff, honey. It'll make you feel good," Bill slurred as he 
lifted his own glass staring at her with his good eye as he downed the 
drink. The first glow from what she had drunk was hitting her with a 
nerve-tingling prickly sensations and Bill Watson's hungry gaze shot through 
her, confusing her senses. 

"Shit, there they go," the one-eyed man announced, delighted as he pointed 
to Carter and Helen walking off arm in arm out the back door. 

"Well, the sun's going down," said Bill. "Now we can do some skinny dipping. 
Looks like my Helen isn't wasting any time with that good looking husband of 
yours." 

"I hope they have a good time," Mitzi beamed as she nodded and swallowed 
back the feeling of jealousy that automatically rose to her throat. She 
pictured the two of them for a moment frolicking naked out in the warm salt 
water and then she blocked it from her mind and gulped down her drink. She 
loved Carter so much, so deeply, that she was willing to do anything to keep 
him, even if it meant going to bed with some stranger at the party that 
afternoon. Now, though, she wished that her boorish host, Bill, would leave 
her alone so that whomever she was expected to be with would come along and 
the business would be over with. She was strong enough to bear whatever she 
had to do, she thought, but if she was kept waiting much longer, her courage 
would fail her and the whole ordeal turn out to be even worse. 

Then she watched Carol drift off with a good looking young bachelor. The 
chic brunette was leading the stranger out the back door toward the water. 

"Looks like everybody's getting the same idea, don't it, baby?"Bill said 
with the same hungry look that was magnified by the black eye patch. "You 
know, even though my Helen is a hot little number, you're no slouch 
yourself. Matter of fact, I think I'm gettin' the best deal today." With 
that, he put his arm down at his side and reached out to give Mitzi's bikini 
clad buttocks a playful, intimate pat. Normally, her immediate reaction to 
such insulting presumption on his, or any other man's part, would be to turn 
around and slap the offender's face with all her might. But not tonight. 
There was just too much at stake now and she knew that she had to curb her 
personal feelings, even though it meant having to suffer this man's 
impudence. God knows, she did not want to ruin the whole affair by insulting 
her host. Carter would never even consider trying to work things out, ever 
again, if she embarrassed him by being a "square" in front of all these 
sophisticated, swinging people. 

"How's that green stuff in your glass? Feel anything yet?" Bill asked, 
screwing up his face to give her a one-eyed wink. 

"It's nice, Bill, kind of sweet," she said sweetly, shaking her long, 
honey-colored hair as she nodded her head up and down to show how much she 
liked it. Actually, she really was beginning to like the strange taste of 
the cocktail and lifted the tall glass to her lips for another drink, this 
time taking down a greater amount than she had been. The stuff was relaxing 
her all over and she felt a warm pleasant glow spreading from her tummy to 
her limbs, and her mind was not filled now with any hints of the thoughts 
that she had been trying to fight off before. She found that she could fully 
admit to herself without shaking inside that Carter was off somewhere with 
Helen, probably alone with the sorrel-haired hostess. He was probably 
getting ready to do to her what he had done to Carol that other day. That 
other day? Golly, it all seemed ages ago. 

She swallowed off the rest of the drink and began to wonder which man she 
would draw for the evening's fun. She flushed slightly at the thought but 
could not keep herself from sweeping her eyes around the now less crowded 
room at the guests who were still engaged in conversation and drinking the 
same greenish concoction that she had just finished. Some of the men looked 
awfully good in their swimsuits and appeared radiantly healthy. Several of 
them had been watching her out of the comers of their eyes as they talked 
with their own women. But Mitzi was not sure that all of these people were 
members of the group since many of them looked much too young to be involved 
in a partner-swapping group. She wished she knew the full score about how 
these club sessions were arranged. What was she really supposed to do? 
Whatever, she hoped that too much would not be demanded of her and yet if 
she drank enough at first, she could probably go through with it. It would 
be something she would never' have dreamed of before the shocking events of 
the other day. Maybe it would somehow help to save her relationship with her 
husband and at the same time give him back some of his own medicine. 

"Yessiree, I'm pretty damned sure I'm getting the best end of the deal, now 
that I've had a good look at you," Bill said. Mitzi had forgotten about him 
standing so close to her and was startled for a second at the sound of her 
voice. He was still giving her that grin, a kind of grimace between a smile 
and a lustful leer as he ran his eye appreciatively over the full length of 
her curvaceous body. She felt a little shiver run through her as he 
undressed her with his uncovered eye and suddenly it hit her with full force 
what he meant by saying that he was getting the best deal. Oh God, this 
conceited character actually intended to take her to bed! 

"I don't understand, Mr. Watson," she said, hoping that he would laughingly 
admit that he was only kidding and her dreadful suspicion would be proved 
wrong. 

"Come on, Mitzi, call me Bill," he said as he gave her another, harder pat 
on her firm buttocks. "And what do you mean you don't understand? Didn't 
anyone tell you the rules? First timers make it with whoever's holdin' the 
party. Well, Helen and me's givin' this one and that's why your hubby's with 
my old lady, and that's why you're with me, baby. You're damned lucky, too, 
'cause I'm about the best stud in this whole town." 

"Oh, no, I can't," Mitzi protested meekly. 

"Hey, you'd better or go tell your husband that it's all off and done!" he 
said threateningly. She was momentarily repulsed by the thought of letting 
this man who liked to brag so much touch her, but then she remembered that, 
like them or not, she had agreed to play the swap game according to the 
rules. And there was Carter. He would only laugh sarcastically and say that 
she was more concerned with her silly fear of sex than doing something that 
might help solve their crippling sexual problems. Not only that, he was 
having his share of the fun, she rationalized, remembering the sight of him 
heading off with Helen Watson. What could she lose? She wasn't a virgin, 
anyway. 

"No, you didn't understand what I meant, Mr. Watson. I mean Bill. I only 
meant I can't be like everyone else until I know what I'm supposed to do. 
But now you've explained, so it's okay," she said persuasively, an 
apologetic smile on her face. Slowly, her panic lessened and calm 
resignation once more came over her as she stood waiting for fate to take 
its toll. The tall man seemed to be satisfied with what she had said and 
pressed closer to her, encircling her waist with his right arm as he guided 
her out the back door and onto the wooden dock at the back of the house 
where the Watson's water-skiing boat was tied up. Although she heard the 
sound of voics, Mitzi couldn't see a thing. 

"Don't be afraid," said Bill, "the water is shallow by the dock. After your 
eyes get used to it you'll see fine. It's more romantic out here by the 
water, don't you think?" 

Mitzi was trying to be brave but still she had a little modesty left and 
making love with Bill Watson could hardly be a grand experience. 

Her eyes were growing accustomed to the light though, and she saw that some 
people were swimming in the water in the nude. She noticed that there were 
four or five couples making love right there on the boat dock, also. She 
quickly turned her head, afraid of what she might see. 

"Is it all right if I have a drink?" she asked gently as she reached for the 
bottle. He brought her the bottle, waiting impatiently as she hoisted it 
with both hands and drank several generous shots, more than had been in her 
full glass. The liquid flowed smoothly down her throat, cooling it, and she 
could feel it taking hold. When that had settled, she raised the bottle 
again and gulped down some more, grateful for the glowing lightheaded 
feeling it gave her. But there was more than just the relaxing effect. Now 
there was a sort of teasing tickle, a faintly erotic sensation in her 
breasts and pulsing with increasing intensity down in her pubic region. 

"Jeez, you really like that stuff, huh? Good, you'll be better later too," 
Bill muttered. 

"Where are Carter and Helen?" Mitzi said thickly, the liquor affecting her 
more and more. "Maybe we could join them and have even more kicks." 

"Shit, that's a good idea, baby. They're right over there on the end of the 
dock about ten feet away," he pointed, aiming his finger into the darkness. 
"That's where she always likes to take them, so's they can jump in the water 
for a swim afterwards." 

The notion of being fucked by this perfect stranger so near to Carter and 
Helen gave Mitzi a weird kind of amusement as well. She felt Bill nudge 
close again and then suddenly wrap his arms around her as he leaned down to 
lock his lips on hers, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth. At first she 
was taken off balance but an unanticipated thrill ran down her spine and she 
began to suck gently on the searching lance, letting her body melt into his 
in the dimness of the dock. She could feel herself begin to tremble from the 
excitement of another man's kisses, even this man's. The last nervous doubt 
faded slowly away. He held the kiss long and hard and she could feel an 
acute jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her stomach. He was 
getting hard there and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own breasts as the 
tips smashed hard against his chest. Shame no longer pervaded her being and 
she had no desire to defend herself against this complete stranger. She felt 
a warm moisture between her thighs and her own loins began an involuntary 
pushing movement against him. 

"Goddam, I sure am ready to screw," he hissed at her after they had broken 
the kiss. 

"Me too, right away," Mitzi purred. His words, obscene as they were, 
stimulated her more and the girl was not even ashamed of telling him that 
she was also anxious to start the raw act itself. She reached down between 
their bodies and boldly stroked his throbbing penis, feeling more 
wonderfully wicked and evil than she ever had before in her life. The 
pulsing sensation in her voluptuously sloping breasts moved down her body to 
her thighs and danced there magically for a while as he sharply drew in his 
breath from the excitement of her touch. She was really special, a rare 
treat. He was thankful as hell that Carol Lynn had introduced him to the 
club. Shit, where else could he dig up sweet young pieces like Mitzi Bramwel 
who were just as hot for a good honest fuck as he was and had been all his 
life? He planned to give her all she wanted, and more! 

"Get that suit off," he ordered harshly, unable to stand the torment of his 
lust for her another moment. Mitzi's hands trembled slightly as she obeyed 
and unfastened her suit ... and dropped it carefully to the dock. Then she 
reached behind her again and removed her flimsy bra top, sucking in her 
breath as the cool air laved her nipples and caused the rose-colored tips to 
leap to erection. The blonde dropped the dainty swimsuit and then stood 
naked in front of a strange man which sent thrilling chills over her flesh, 
exciting her more along with the drinks and the passion-inciting brief 
contact with Bill only a minute ago. The thought that she would soon be 
lying naked, legs spread wide underneath this man she hardly knew outside on 
a wooden dock, added to the forbidden heat of the adventure. As Bill rapidly 
shed his clothing she felt a tiny spark of amusement at his impatience to 
get at her. 

"Give 'em here, baby," he said impatiently. She picked up the suits and 
handed them to him, watching him as he folded the swimsuits and went back in 
the house to put them down. When he turned to come back, she gasped aloud at 
the awesome sight of his great jutting penis. It was much longer and thicker 
than Carter's, and swayed heavily from side to side, despite its rising 
hardness as he walked. It was absolutely fantastic, some kind of miracle! 
She could not believe her own eyes and yet there it was, protruding outwards 
and upwards from his hairy groin like an enormous telephone pole. His 
testicles looked as big as good sized lemons and danced to the rhythm of his 
every step. Mitzi was both astonished and fascinated at the same time by the 
unbelievable spectacle she witnessed. Heavens, did he really think that she 
could take all of such an abnormally huge cock up inside her? Even Carter 
had nearly split her up the middle with his much smaller one when he had 
fucked her so brutally the other day. 

When Bill had crossed the short distance back to her, he reached out again 
and began to run his hands over her naked flesh, pawing and squeezing the 
silky roundness until her amazement waned away and passion took over with 
renewed intensity. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling all 
over from the wicked sensations coursing through her. He dropped his head to 
one full firm breast, cupping it with one hand, and sucked the hard 
throbbing nipple deep into his wet mouth. She groaned and swayed against the 
dock, almost falling. Her brain was spinning like a top but she had just 
enough reason left to push away. 

"Please, Bill, do it to me right here on the dock. I want Carter to see us." 

As Bill kissed her hard and passionately, Mitzi glanced out of the comer of 
her eye at the shadowy figures at the edge of the boat dock. As her pupils 
dilated the figures became more and more clear and soon she could see their 
faces. 

Even though Mitzi knew they would be out there, her liquor-dimmed mind 
reeled for an instant as her eyes began to adjust and she could focus more 
clearly on the woman who was bending over her husband's loins. Mitzi could 
hear the strange sounds they made, sort of faint wet sucking noises, noises 
she had never heard before. She could not imagine what Bill's wife was doing 
to Carter, but then the couple's form became distinct and she knew. Helen 
was giving him what Mitzi had heard about but never seen. She was giving him 
a "blow job", the term some of the girls in college had used to refer to the 
obscene sexual act. And the two of them were enjoying it so much that they 
were completely oblivious to the fact there was anyone else on the dock. 

What if this man wanted her to do the same thing to him? Could she bring 
herself to perform this debasing act without wretching? She wished she had 
drunk more of the pale green liquid to make whatever was going to happen a 
little easier. But, in his haste to take advantage of her young body, Bill 
had put the bottle down somewhere else after taking a final swig himself. 

"Come on, let's get with it," her escort hissed under his breath. He pushed 
the beautiful blonde backwards and guided her slowly down on the empty space 
of dock. The touch of its well-worn smoothness across her back gave her a 
charge of new sensation. It felt almost warm and firm, although she had 
expected it to be cold. She squirmed her back against it like a sinuous cat 
and then sensed the weight of this stranger as he lay half over her nakedly 
reclining body. Bill seemed not to care whether or not he was quiet and 
swore appreciatively as he felt the smooth, tantalizing curves of her naked 
flesh pressed warmly against his. Mitzi was certain that Carter and Helen 
could hear them and would suddenly jump up in surprise to identify the 
intruders. But nothing happened and the lewd wet sucking sounds continued 
without letup. 

Mitzi waited quietly as Bill pressed his naked angularity closer to her 
softness, his huge cock pressing into her thigh and smearing it with the 
slippery semen that seeped out from the thin, vertical hole on the end. He 
moved his tongue-moistened lips down to her shoulder and began to nibble on 
the smooth white skin, sending a lovely chill through her that raised tiny 
goose bumps all over her. She quivered involuntarily from the sudden 
unexpected sensation and writhed with desire beneath him. 

"That's sooo niice," she sighed out, forgetting for that moment that her own 
husband was not more than a few feet away from her. She reached down and 
shamelesly grasped the mammoth cock teasing against her bare thigh with both 
hands. Her slim fingers were not long enough to encircle it but she squeezed 
more firmly until he groaned and twitched against her. Then, edging over a 
few inches away from him, she began to move both hands slowly up and down 
the tremendous length in a teasing milking motion. He groaned again, louder. 

"I'm going to screw you silly," he laughed. "You're gonna get this big old 
cock stuck up inside your hot little cunt like you never dreamed, you sweet 
little doll." 

Surely Carter had not missed hearing that, Mitzi thought with gratifying 
revenge. He must know by now that she was lying there on the wooden deck 
with this boorish, yet wonderfully equipped man. She let loose a low groan 
herself as Bill lowered his mouth to her now heavily swollen breast and 
nipped down gently on the pebble hard nipple, tugging on it with clenched 
teeth as his eager tongue swirled hotly around the tip like a lizard running 
in tiny tight circles. 

When she struggled to regain her senses a little, Mitzi suddenly realized 
that the lewd wet sucking sounds nearby had ceased and that the air was 
still except for Bill Watson's fast panting gasps beside her. 

"Come on, Carter, honey, it's nothing but somebody else having fun over 
there, just like us. Let my head go and let me finish sucking you there," a 
high female voice pled. Then there was a short silence and the sound of 
Helen's lips nodding up and down on Carter's cock resumed the same wet, 
slurping tempo as before. 

But Bill was obviously not interested in paying attention to anything else 
but the smooth delicious curves of the tender married morsel who was driving 
him mad with her hands and the thought that he was on the verge of fucking 
her half silly with his huge, man-sized cock. His mouth played on with her 
firm, proud breasts, moving desperately from one to the other and sometimes 
pausing between them to lick wetly up and down the narrow valley they 
formed. 

After a few more minutes of feasting there, he bent his neck and slid his 
lips slowly down to her nakedly heaving belly. His cock was slipping out of 
her hands as he moved back up on his side to gain better access to her navel 
and smooth flat belly, bringing small gasps and mewls of pleasure from open 
mouth. He shifted lower, then, maddening flashes of indecent pleasure 
trailing after his gently nipping teeth and teasing tongue. Mitzi felt her 
soft creamy thighs being pressed hotly open and she gave no resistance as 
their lustfully aroused host hunched down between their softly trembling 
whiteness. She drew in her breath with a quick gasp as she felt his fingers 
spread open the softness of the curl-fringed lips of her vagina and the 
coolness of the air caressed her up there between her legs. 

His tongue flicked forward, the pointed tip darting up to moistly titillate 
the already hotly pulsing little tit of her clitoris. He moved his fingers 
down and parted wide the thin vertical mouth of her cunt as he ran his 
tongue down and thrust it deep up into the palpitating opening. 

"Oh, God, yess, that's goood," she assured him in a low moan that filled the 
air. She splayed her legs out farther and pulled back her knees so that her 
nakedly trembling asscheeks were turned up fully to his face. He kept up his 
beautiful cunt licking until he was certain that she was aroused to the 
point where she wanted him to fuck her more than anything else in the world. 

"Okay, baby, roll over and get on your hands and knees so I can slip it to 
you dog style," he said brusquely as he lifted his mouth from her fiery 
slit. She wanted to beg him to continue his thrilling tongue fucking but 
obeyed without a word, hoping that he was going to do something even more 
wonderful to her still almost girlish but nevertheless enticingly curved 
body. She raised herself up until she was crouching with all fours on the 
dock longways, her buttocks facing the man behind her. She felt his fingers 
begin to knead her flesh hungrily, crawling over her naked behind and 
finally descending down towards the crevice between the soft white moons. He 
spread them gently apart and searched lower with his fingers between the 
warm, throbbing lips of her pussy. 

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

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

"Aaaaghh," the blonde blurted out, choking back her scream to keep her 
husband close by from hearing proof of her agony. Despite how she was being 
fingered in the rectum by their host, the last thing in the world she wanted 
was that her husband might discover that she was experiencing something 
other than pleasure. Muffled grunts of protest escaped her lips as Bill 
Watson wormed his middle finger deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness 
of her rectum until she thought she would lose her mind from the probing 
invasion of his finger. Then, just as she felt the pain begin to lessen a 
little, she felt his insertion of another finger alongside the first and 
began to ream and stretch her anal passage wider in small teasing rotations. 
There was nothing she could do but kneel there and submit bravely to the 
desires of the man behind her until he was ready to fuck her the way she 
wanted him to fuck her. 

"Jesus, I'm going to love this baby. Feels like that tight little asshole is 
as cherry as can be," Bill whispered lewdly behind her as he continued his 
screwing and stretching of her back passage with both big knuckled fingers 
and the thought that he was doing this wickedly obscene thing to her so 
close by her own husband caused further ripples of desire to shoot through 
her nakedly grinding loins. 

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

"Now, don't you worry, sweetie. I'm gonna show you somethin' new," he 
whispered back comfortingly. He threw a hasty glance over at his wife and 
Mitzi's husband on the edge of the dock and grinned when he saw that they 
were both locked in the throes of their own lust, paying no mind at all to 
him and the girl before him. "I'm gonna slip it up your tight little asshole 
and bust it right out the top of your head!" 

Mitzi could not bring herself to believe what he was proposing. This lewd, 
devil of a man was going to fuck her differently. She had prepared herself 
for "almost anything, she thought. She had been willing to go along with 
whatever he wanted and had even been eager to let her husband watch him fuck 
her. But this was so exciting. She was losing control of herself! Surely he 
had meant something else. No one, not even Bill Watson would actually make 
love to her there. 

Shivering with a fearsome anticipation, she clenched her legs and buttocks 
tightly together behind her in reaction to the lewd, but lust-building 
thought. God knows, his two fingers had been almsot enough to drive her 
insane. If he tried to put his cock in there she was afraid she would scream 
and cum right away just from the thought of where he was fucking her. Then, 
through the haze of her passion, she felt Bill's strong wiry hands drawing 
the cheeks of her buttocks open behind her. She tried hard to relax them 
open herself. But the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moistly giving 
little crevice did the job for her. They were stretched widely away from 
each other until she could feel the rush of cool air against the tiny circle 
of her anus up between her legs. She sensed the tip of his finger again 
dropping to lubricate its length with her cuntal juices and pull away for a 
moment. Then she felt it once more, and again. The last time, though, he 
moved up to swab her own slippery moistness on the elastic entrance of her 
naked rectum as she flexed the tiny portal open wider in an effort to aid 
the new, passion-driving penetration that she knew was coming. 

Sparks of lewdly rising impatience filled her eyes as she realized that he 
had not been kidding and fully intended to do what she suspected. He was 
really going to worm that long thing deep in her sensitive rectum in a 
wicked, forbidden act of lust that she had not even known existed. Mitzi 
knew she would never be the same again and was afraid she would like it so 
much that she would always want to be fucked this way. She pushed her 
backside to him. The attempt was rewarded for he planted the sweating palm 
of his hand on the small of her back and pushed her breasts down hard, 
trapping her between the wooden dock and his surprisingly strong restraint. 

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

"Lift your ass up higher," the man suddenly whispered again, anticipating 
with satanic glee the taking of this ultimate pleasure from her tender young 
body. He was positive that she had had damned little, if any, previous 
experience in bed with an uninhibited, sexually expert man, and it gave him 
the greatest satisfaction possible to know that he was about to introduce 
the pretty little blonde housewife to the finer aspects of real sexual 
desire and pleasure. But she had to obey him! 

Mitzi felt his hand on her hip lift her smoothly rounded buttocks up high in 
the air behind her, waving there in open invitation to the salacious 
deflowering of her asshole about to occur. He anal flesh throbbed in 
defenselessness and she was held wide and helpless, presented up to him so 
that he could now fuck his cock into her at will. Regardless of how good it 
would be, she made up her mind that she would be just as good for her 
husband, Carter, when it was over. If she failed in this she would only 
confirm his belief that she was a silly coward. As thrilling as it was, Bill 
Watson's fucking her back there might convince her husband that they also 
could take joy in marital sex in any way they liked. Maybe afterwards, after 
her sacrifice, they would be happy enough with just each other in bed. 

Bill grasped impatiently at Mitzi's hips, holding them steady before him as 
she felt the thick, massive cock head impress itself in the moist naked 
split of her buttocks. She gasped in surprise at the first shocking contact. 
Oh God! God! She moaned inwardly, it never, never would fit. Oh God, had she 
bitten off more than she could chew? She could never take that huge, lustful 
pole up in her rectum as much as she wanted to try. Then, next to them she 
heard a groan of passion from her husband and it strengthened her resolve 
once more to go through with it no matter how much it might hurt at first. 
But, her body jerked of its own accord forward again in another futile 
attempt to move away from him, to delay it for a moment, but the man's hand 
quickly locked harder on her smoothly curved hips so she could not move. The 
hair of his legs brushed teasingly against the insdies of her nakedly 
trembling thighs as his huge searching cock probed along the wide-split 
crevice of her upturned globes. His hands worked down her buttocks until 
once again his thumbs pressed outward to pry open the tight little hole of 
her futilely clenched anus. Then, she felt a probing between the thumbs that 
was smooth and rubbery at first and then became an unyielding bluntness. 
Instinctively, she tightened her ass muscles, then remembering her resolve, 
she relaxed them and the tightly clenching anal flesh finally gave way 
before the pressure and the hard, throbbing cock tip popped just up inside 
her with a quick little jerk. 

"Ooooohhh God!" Mitzi gave out a deep moan and then moaned again, and from 
that moment on, the tiny little mewling sounds from deep in her chest did 
not stop. There was no outside world that existed. All that existed was her 
anus and the huge, lust-hardened cock that was forcing it open back up 
between her wideheld thighs. The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated 
through every fibre of her body, pushing the soft rubbery flesh of her 
widely stretched rectal passage in great rippling waves before it. It drove 
into her backside ceaselessly like the bulging girth of an oak tree. She 
moaned in erotic submission with her eyes and mouth gaping open wide until 
suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his groin pressing tight up into the 
naked white orbs of her buttocks. His lustfully pulsating cock was buried in 
her all the way to the hilt and she was Spitted on the throbbing hardness 
like a young lamb being served up for an aboriginal fete. She had never felt 
so lewd in her life. Not even her own husband's angry fucking of her cunt on 
the floor the other day had been this obscene. 

Bill Watson peered down like a demented sex maniac at the great measure of 
his huge cock lunging into her. Even in the dim light he could see how it 
pulled thin ridges of her dilated rectal flesh out with the base of his cock 
as he pulled back for another unmerciful lunge deep up inside. Mitzi could 
hear his growls of pleasure floating through the air and found herself 
wishing that there were more light now on the dock so that her own husband 
could see her face and apprise him of the sadistic delight it gave her to be 
fucked in the ass like this right in front of him like a complete stranger. 

* * * 

Lee Lynn, a distinguished looking man of late middle age, rapped again at 
the door of the Watson house. He had just driven back to Lundville from his 
trip and was surprised to discover his wife, Carol, was not at their home. 
While giving the house a cursory check for some clue as to where she might 
be, he had found a memo pad beside the telephone on which was scribbled 
something about an appointment that Wednesday afternoon at Bill's place. At 
first, he wanted to telephone her there and spare himself an unnecessary 
trip in case he had read the memo wrong, but then, on a whim, he had decided 
to drive over and give her a welcome surprise with his sudden, unannounced 
appearance. 

He knocked again. This time the not fully closed door sprang open and he 
heard the strains of upbeat music and a mixture of garbled human voices that 
seemed to rise and fall excitedly. It sounded like a water-skiing party. He 
decided, and remembered the strange assortment of cars parked outside along 
the curb just in front of the house. After a moment of speculation, he 
pushed open the door and stepped quietly inside, turning then to ease the 
door and shut it behind him. He started up the stairs and was about to call 
out when he spotted what was taking place in the back yard. There were eight 
people paired off and in varying states of undress as they fondled each 
other's exposed cocks, cunts and breasts or openly fucked and sucked one 
another. One couple was making it on the couch, another while sitting in an 
enormous lounging chair on the dock, the others were all scattered around 
the dock making love on the smooth wooden planks. "Son of a bitch!" he 
swore. 

Lee stood swearing to himself in an undertone as he stood unnoticed watching 
the erotic performance of the men and women before him. It was a damned 
stirring sight to behold and most of the women were attractive, shapely 
pieces, too. He was reminded of the hot secretary he had spent most of last 
week with shacking up in a lodge on the Maine coast, partaking at least once 
a day of her delectable feminine charms. He had forgotten to make his twice 
weekly calls to Carol and, on the drive home, had wracked his brain to come 
up with a believable explanation for his failure to get in touch. But there 
was no great cause to worry, he thought, as his liaison with the torrid 
secretary had not been the first time he had taken advantage of his freedom 
on the road. There had been plenty of other girls, other lies to account for 
his extended absences or the letters and calls she should have received from 
him. 

Then he began to wonder if Carol was there, and if so, where? What on earth 
would she be doing at an orgiastic affair like this? He realized that she 
was a hot, passionate little bitch, but she had always comported herself 
around him as though he were the only desirable male in the entire universe. 
Maybe, just maybe.... 

"Hello there," a vixenish tall raven-haired woman said to him as she strode 
languorously out of the kitchen with a drink in her hand. She was clad in 
nothing but panties and a skimpy bra. Lee could see the dark patch of pubic 
hair showing through the veneer-like gauze of her underpants. 

"Hello yourself, doll," Lee smiled. "I'm a friend of Bill Watson's and just 
dropped by to see my wife and maybe stay awhile to have some fun." 

"Well, if you're looking for fun, you certainly came to the right place. 
We're having a ball tonight," the half-naked woman purred suggestively. "But 
wait a minute, are you a member of the club?" 

"Club? Oh, yeah, don't worry," Lee affirmed as the truth of the situation 
dawned on him. He began to realize that he had unknowingly stumbled in on a 
session of some sort of sex cult or swapping group. The very idea amused him 
so it occurred to him that perhaps his unnecessarily long business trips had 
been cheating him out of exciting sexual escapades right here at home. 
Christ, when he wanted a strange piece of tail while stopping in some city 
or remote sales area, he had to break his ass going through the usual pickup 
routine to get it. 

"I was wondering," the woman went on, "because I'm from out of town and I've 
never seen you at any of the meetings. But then, sometimes I forget the men 
I have been with. There are so many." 

"Well, I certainly wouldn't forget you, baby," Lee said flatteringly as he 
eyed her lean feline body. "Maybe later, okay? Right now, though, can you 
tell me where a woman called Carol is? She's got shiny brown hair and a 
beautiful chest." The promiscuous looking woman thought for several seconds 
with her fingernail scratching her chin and suddenly brightened with 
recognition. 

"Sure, I know her. I met her this evening. I think she's with some guy out 
on the boat dock," she pointed. "Here, have a big drink of this before you 
go back. It'll save time." Lee Lynn took the full glass she offered and 
drank down a few large gulps of the light green liquid, thanked her and 
moved off in the direction that she had suggested. His mind raced with 
curiosity and an inexplicable flood of relief as he approached the back 
door. 

"I'll be damned," he chortled as he considered the irony of the thing. Here 
he was, feeling guilty as hell because of the many times he had bedded down 
women behind Carol's back, and all the while she was skipping around to 
local orgies and getting all the cock she needed to keep her content. And he 
had never suspected a thing! So? He was certainly in no position to blame 
her, but he had never suspected anything, and wished she had let him in on 
the deal so they could have been sharing the fun together. And more, if she 
really was with some horny stud, it would take a tremendous load of worry 
off his mind. They could be openly honest about the methods and partners 
they used to satisfy what were after all basic natural needs common to 
everyone. 

He crept stealthily outside, slipping quietly out of his coat and loosening 
his tie as he went. It was dark out and he kicked over a partially full 
bottle of the liquid that seemed to be the same as what he had drunk from 
the black-haired woman's glass. Whatever it was, it was agreeing with his 
system and he felt a feverish charge of exquisite pleasure tripping warmly 
through his nerves and eventually centering with prickling intensity in his 
loins. 

"What the hell, I might as well have another nip," he mumbled as he stooped 
down to pick up the bottle. Tilting up the decanter like a vessel to his 
mouth, he drank two more substantial slugs and savored the smooth, velvety 
taste as it caressed his palate and flowed down his throat like a thin, 
soothing cream. A piquant spasm of sensuality seized him just as he heard 
the sounds of low moans and wetness echoing through the air. After bending 
down to place his coat and the bottle side by side on the dock, he tip-toed 
quietly up to the doorway and peered cautiously around. It took him only a 
moment to adjust his eyes to the faint moonlight and soon he could determine 
the sources of the strange sounds he had heard a few steps away on the dock. 
There seemed to be two couples, one on each side of him, and he could see 
them just well enough to tell that they were really going at it. They didn't 
seem to care that he was watching. Then he took a careful step onto the dock 
for a better view of this interesting scene. His own desire was beginning to 
charge his loins with a high sexual voltage. The woman to the left was 
draped over the thighs of some powerfully built young buck, sucking his 
rock-hard cock like an expert whore. Although he did not recognize the man, 
the woman looked familiar even in the dim light. He stepped closer to the 
couple on the chance he might be able to identify her. 

Hell, it was Helen Watson! No wonder she was going at it with such 
competence and zeal. Lee tittered to himself, as he knew that Helen loved 
sex so much that she rarely talked about anything else and had even subtly 
propositioned him several times when he and Carol had been drinking with the 
Watson's. They had drunk quite a bit at dinner parties and during informal 
cocktail affairs at each other's homes. She was a damned promising appealing 
wench, too, even if she was dumb. He had been afraid to reciprocate with 
interested attention for fear that his own wife would notice. Then he'd 
thought she would make life miserable for him with a tirade of jealousy as 
well as demanding that all his time away from home had to be accounted for. 
This would have cut his fun and freedom considerably. 

Christ, if he had known then what he had learned so far tonight! 

Now, though he was curious to know what was happening on the other side and 
turned slowly to take the few prudently quiet steps necessary to see the 
action. By God! It was old Bill himself, with his eye patch and his scar 
humping his long body against some poor, sweet looking girl's naked behind. 
Then, his curiosity provoking him on, Lee edged forward another foot for a 
better glimpse of the girl's face. He was sure by the blonde hair that it 
was Mitzi Bramwel, the girl next door, from Carol's description. Carol had 
told him how desperate she was when her husband was away, and how lonely and 
innocent. But she had also told him that her husband was supposed to be home 
now, Carol had mentioned it the last time he had phoned her. Here she was 
though, Mitzi Bramwel, making it with Bill Watson, the biggest blow-hard in 
town. It . made no sense whatsoever. 

But Lee was more interested in the girl, not why she was there on the dock, 
and felt his cock jerk and stiffen in his trousers as he stood watching her 
whole body rock like a human earthquake from the inward fucking movements of 
the man behind her. Just the sight of it made Lee boiling hot and he 
suddenly decided on the spot that he had to have a go at her too, right now! 
He hoped Carol was having a blast, a great one, because he planned to have 
one just as soon as he could get his clothes off. 

Lee took another man-size belt of the green stuff in the bottle and put it 
down on the dock again, knocking it over in his frenzied haste to get 
himself ready for his share of the thrilling sport taking place. He paused 
briefly to watch the syrupy liquid ooze through the slats of wood on the 
dock. 

"The hell with it," he frowned as his hands flew to his clothes and began 
hurriedly to unfasten buttons and zippers. 

Bill Watson's pelvis smacked loudly against Mitzi's soft quivering 
ass-cheeks as he grunted and fucked to the depths of her rectum. His mammoth 
balls swung hard down against the moist little hole of her vagina and she 
whimpered, but like the slave she had become, she knelt there in 
desire-driven submission. The pressure up inside her rectal walls was not as 
intense now and a strange masochistic pleasure had taken hold of her, body 
along with the discomfort. She began to push backwards, slowly at first, 
until suddenly the increased sensation it caused gained even more control of 
her and she found herself meeting his fiendish in-fucks faster and faster. 
Nothing seemed to matter now but the agony of the exquisite swirling 
sensations rippling over every inch of her lovely naked flesh. Despite 
everything, there was now only passion in the place of the thought of the 
weird, unusual act. The uncontrollable spasms of delight grew wilder with 
each buffeting slam of his rhythmically fucking cock. She writhed and bucked 
beneath his wanton charges, gasping and muttering the few lewd words she 
knew that came to her anguished, passion-drugged mind. 

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

"Gaaaahd!" she groaned helplessly, uncaring, but paused only a second before 
she began to fuck back again in time to the humping man's continuous rhythm. 
Suddenly, Mitzi felt a hand groping out of nowhere at one of her wildly 
jiggling breasts, teasing the sensitive tip with light fingers. A rush of 
surprised delight coursed through her at the extra pleasure and touch. Then 
she was vaguely conscious of someone else moving up to just in front of her 
head. 

"Here, baby, here's something else for you!" a passion-thick male voice said 
above her. She opened her blue eyes as though out of sleep and saw a long, 
rigid penis jutting out from the hand that encircled its base, the tip only 
a few inches from her face. It was throbbing and ready but looked far more 
delicious than frightening to her. She actually wanted it, but how? 

"Suck me honey, just the way Helen's sucking the guy over there," the voice 
instructed greedily. 

"Go ahead, go ahead and suck him while I fuck your asshole!" Bill panted 
excitedly as he labored on behind her. 

She knew that this was a moment she should dread, but now, after all that 
had happened lately and so far this evening, it seemed a little silly to 
refuse. She was not even sure what she should do but the stranger's cock 
looked nice and she had already made up her mind to go all the way to save 
her marriage. Across the dock she could hear the sound of her own husband's 
ever building ecstasy and managed to smile to herself as she thought of the 
shock he would receive when he finally saw his own pure little wife being 
fucked by two men from both ends at once. 

Mitzi was amazed at her own boldness as she continued to grind her buttocks 
back to meet Bill Watson's heavily pounding fucks into her now hungrily 
engulfing rectum as well as she possibly could and at the same time bend up 
her arm to touch the cock in front of her. With both elbows still supporting 
her, she pulled gently on the throbbing rod with one hand until the unknown 
man responded by moving forward on his knees until her lips were a bare inch 
away from the blood-filled head. She opened her mouth and breathed softly 
against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the tip with a maddening 
slowness. 

"Come on, suck it, suck it now," the blonde heard him groan. She taunted him 
a bit longer and then, as she skinned back the tiny bit of loose flesh just 
below the glans her tongue flicked out, the pointed tip coming into warm wet 
contact with the end of his cock. She circled around the smooth rubbery 
flesh as the stranger moaned and twisted over her from the teasing she was 
giving him. The tip of her slowly exploring tongue found the small vertical 
opening of the gland and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the 
tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping out from his rising desire. The sharp 
pungent taste and male odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to 
flare slightly into greater desire. Her hand slid to the base of the hard 
cock, pushing it aside, and she gently grazed her nails over the soft, hairy 
flesh of his testicles. 

She began to place moist warm kisses on the man's penis, beginning at the 
top and tracing a tantalizing path down the full length of it to the base. 
Then wetly back up to the tip she licked again. Mitzi teased longer than she 
knew she should, but she was thoroughly rattled from the heavy cock fucking 
up into her back passage from behind, and even in her dazed state, found it 
difficult to take him voluntarily into her mouth. 

But Lee Lynn was unable to wait. With the sudden strength of a bull, he 
reached down with his hands and grabbed two fistfuls of her long flowing 
blonde hair, ramming his loins forward at her face. Mitzi resisted at first, 
doubts springing up wildly in her mind, but it was too late to struggle. The 
thick spongy cock slipped through her wetly glistening lips, between the 
pearly whiteness of her teeth and on into the warm, wet moistness of her 
mouth. She could feel the spongy stiffness rub along the full length of her 
tongue and push itself almost all the way back into her throat. She closed 
her eyes again and wishes that she could swallow the whole of the hugely 
throbbing cock, filling her mouth with its pulsing thickness and protruding 
from her lips like a huge live banana. 

"Oooh, yes, that's gooood, but suck harder, please harrrrder," Lee hissed 
down at her with selfish ardor until she began to pump her mouth hotly up 
and down on him, her pinkly ovaled lips tightening for greater suction as 
she drew them all the way back to the desire-swollen head. 

* * * 

It was taking Carter Bramwel forever to cum. Even though Helen Watson, their 
host's wife, had given him the best blow job of his life, his concentration 
had been interrupted several times by distracting gasps and other sounds 
coming from a few feet away on the boat dock. It had sounded like a woman in 
pain, then sometimes as though she were insane with bursts of flaming erotic 
bliss. And he had heard male sounds, harsh commands and obscene grunts of 
satisfaction that he had been too impassioned to hear clearly enough to 
interpret. Helen was sucking his cock like a whore gone mad trying to get 
him to cum. When that didn't work she would use her hand until her hand was 
sore. She had been doing this for over an hour and a half and Carter knew 
she was groaning and pleading for him to cum in her mouth or to fuck her 
cunt now. Carter was thinking too hard about Mitzi though, and wondering 
where she was. She had gone with him and play-acted, pretending not to get 
ruffled when the regular members got brazen and down to serious business. 
Nor had she made any trouble when he and Helen had left the house. Maybe she 
was getting fucked or, or her cunt licked by some guy right now. God, he'd 
like to watch the guy doing it to her, see her screaming in passion beneath 
the nakedly fucking body of another man! 

"Carter, darling, what's wrong?" Helen Watson crooned into his thoughts. 
"God, you're so hard! Why don't you fuck me with it?" 

"I-I was just resting a second," Carter answered, blinking open his eyes to 
gaze momentarily at the impatient woman. 

"Boy, you must be tired. Look over there at your wife. She isn't tired. Not 
the way she's going at it," she said with a wicked little grin as she looked 
down the dock. 

God almighty, it was Mitzi! His wife! She was being fucked like a hot little 
whore between Bill Watson and a man he had never seen before, grinding and 
grinding her hotly clinging little asshole back against one and then bobbing 
her blonde-tressed head forward to get all she could of the other guy's cock 
in her mouth. Carter Bramwel lifted his head and turned on his side to take 
a long, careful look at the nakedly writhing trio, to make absolutely 
certain that his eyes were not playing a horrible trick on him. No, he was 
not hallucinating. He was seeing something really there. His wife's face was 
twisted with lust and her mouth was stretched and contorted almost beyond 
recognition by the girth of the lewd, lust-hardened cock fucking into it. 
There was no doubt in his mind that it was his very own wife being 
sandwich-fucked obscenely between the pair of sex-crazed men. And she seemed 
to like it! And to think, he had been worried about her, afraid that she 
might be off crying or pouting somewhere! 

He remembered how jealous he had been when she had told him about being seen 
naked by other guys and how she was actually being screwed shitless by two 
complete strangers they'd never met before tonight. But there was no 
jealousy now. There she was, mumbling and crooning with a wild, abandoned 
sexual ecstasy and he was getting turned on by her moans of passion and her 
nakedly writhing body. 

"Oh god, I wish I was getting fucked like that!" Helen Watson groaned as she 
too strained her eyes for a clear view of the lurid, three-way performance. 
When she suddenly swiveled back to Carter and reached out to pull his face 
down towards her yearning groin, he pushed her aside and sitting upright on 
the dock forced her mouth with his hands behind her head down over his 
heavily burgeoning cock. 

God, he was getting excited, and he wanted her to suck him while he watched 
the other two guys fucking his wife senseless between them. He wished the 
light were brighter and he could see every detail. It was obvious that 
Bill's cock was unnaturally big and was stretching the helplessly impaled 
Mitzi's tight virginal little asshole to impossible dimensions as the man 
fucked in and out wildly between the smoothly yielding cheeks of her 
buttocks. And the other guy was fucking brutally into her rounded stretched 
mouth, arching up his hips to sink all he could of himself all the way into 
her throat when his wife was thrown forwards by a heavy buttock-flattening 
fuck up into her from behind. 

Mitzi's eyes were still closed and she was numb to everything around her 
except the lust-hardened cocks skewering into her at both ends. She did not 
notice the sudden brightness on the dock or hear the snap of the switch that 
caused it. Cranking his head around Carter, Lee Lynn was startled at the 
sight of Carol standing naked and tousled on the dock. Her eyes were fixed 
in disbelief on the three crazed interlocked bodies of Bill, Mitzi and her 
husband, Lee Lynn. The dumbfounded brunette stared at the orgy as if she 
were seeing a mirage, just as Carter had at first. Then she turned slightly 
to toss a questioning, puzzled glance at him and the still hotly sucking 
woman kneeling between his legs. 

"Well, what have we here?" Carol asked in a low, conspiratorial tone. She 
was visibly flustered but there was also a hint of gloating glee in her walk 
as she crossed over to sit beside Carter and Helen to watch the wildly 
voluptuous Mitzi Bramwel being fucked half out of her mind between the two 
men. 

"Seems you're surprised too, seeing Mitzi like that," Carter whispered to 
Carol. But his big-breasted neighbor merely snorted and slowly shook her 
head back and forth to show that the lovely blonde's behavior was not the 
basic reason at all for Carol's obvious surprise. 

"That's Lee, my virtuous little husband, the guy who's screwing your 
virtuous little wife in her mouth. Just in case you didn't know," Carol 
said. "I could kick myself for worrying so much about whether he'd find out 
that I've been getting fucked regularly when he's gone. God, look at him 
go!" 

"Hey, you mean you really didn't know who he is?" Helen asked the astonished 
Carter, elbowing him as she giggled over what seemed to be a hilarious joke 
to her. 

"I've never met him and...." his speech was cut short by loud thrashing and 
a long groan of agony-like passion from the far side of the dock. They all 
turned to watch intently as the two men suddenly sped up the pace of their 
double fucking into Mitzi's voluptuously curved body. From where he was 
sitting, Carter could plainly hear the rasping sound of heavy, coarse male 
breathing quickening and becoming more and more excited by the second. God, 
he wanted to fuck her now, too. He wanted to make her respond just as she 
was now to show her that he could do just as well. The thought alone of 
kissing and touching her silky white flesh made his loins ache with renewed 
desire. 

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

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

Then it happened for her! 

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

She sucked faster to keep pace with his ever-increasing tempo of thrusts. 
Lee looked down at the lust-wild female's beautiful face and plunged his 
cock harder, deep, deep between her 'o'-shaped lips and on down into her 
velvety enveloping throat. Mitzi bobbed her head frantically up and down 
until the long cock began a sudden spasmodic motion. She felt his hands 
shoot forward to press both sides of the cheeks of her mouth tighter to it. 

"Ooooh, Christ!" he swore as his cock jerked suddenly like a living thing 
and squirted hot jets of sperm deep in her hungrily working throat. Mitzi 
still sucked, swallowing the gushing cum, her neck constricting with the 
effort. But she continued on, swirling her bruised tongue around the cock 
head to wipe him completely dry. His groans of pleasure slowly simmered to 
less noisy moans of contentment, his hands no longer pressing against her 
cheeks. Then she felt the big penis give one final spurt of the last 
remaining cum that sprayed far back against her tonsils. It was the last of 
the precious load as he pulled it free from her reluctantly releasing lips, 
now appearing like a cream-coated banana. 

She had taken on and drained the sperm from two men together but her body 
still wanted more. More cocks to fuck her, more cocks to suck. Her newly 
awakened senses were wonderfully sharp and anxious to enjoy all the sexual 
pleasure she could get. 

She continued to kneel there on the wooden dock, supported by her elbows and 
knees as her entire body quivered as though with fever. Thin trails of 
cooling sperm were still running lewdly out of her wide-stretched anus and 
down the whitely trembling insides of her thighs. Several droplets of Lee 
Lynn's cum drained slowly down her chin. She kept her eyes tightly closed in 
order to cling to the little eddies of erotic joy that still ran through her 
from head to foot. She could hear the heavy, labored breathing of the two 
men who had used her nakedly kneeling body to vent out their own pent-up 
sexual desires on. A wanton shudder coursed through her limbs as she found 
herself wondering if they would be able to do it again to her in a few 
minutes. 

"Marvelous, marvelous!" Carol cheered as she clapped her hands together in 
applause. Mitzi felt instant pulverizing shock and froze, not daring to 
breathe or open her eyes. Good lord, she had forgotten about Carter! He must 
have seen everything that had happened towards the last for surely he had 
cum long ago from Helen Watson's sucking of him. The blonde had wanted to 
let him watch another man fucking her, but not to half-shock her own husband 
to death with the sight of her rutting between two men like a wild female 
animal. 

"Huh?" Lee mumbled as he lifted his head and batted his eyes open and shut 
against the sudden bright light. He had been lying there panting, catching 
his breath with his eyes closed as well, when the familiar sound of his 
wife's voice reached his ears and it immediately occurred to him that she 
might be angry. Hell, she had not even known he was home. It must have 
surprised her to say the least! Here he was with his beautiful young 
neighbor, naked and exhausted. 

"I said that was marvelous, darling, quite a show," Carol repeated. "You're 
all to be congratulated." 

"Jeez, thanks, Carol," Bill Watson wheezed, grinning from ear to ear. 
"That's a helluva compliment coming from you." The one-eyed man looked from 
face to face, nodding and smiling at everyone as though he alone was the 
hero of the evening and had somehow miraculously designed and engineered the 
very basis of the human sex drive and all of its variations. 

At last, Mitzi dared to open her eyes and was further shocked to discover 
that the dock lights were on. Oh no, she groaned inwardly, Carter must have 
seen every vile, shameless detail of the three-way coupling. He must have 
seen her writhing and sucking like the whore he had called her. She could 
not think of any way to prove to him now that she really had been loyal and 
faithful to him until tonight. He had actually witnessed her first and only 
infidelity, but he would never believe it now. God, why hadn't she just done 
it in front of him the normal way with one guy the first time! 

Her rectum still throbbing from the wild, animal-like fucking she had 
received from Bill Watson, Mitzi relaxed her legs and lifted herself to a 
sitting position. At first she could not bring herself to face the others, 
but she knew she had to eventually and now was as good a time as any. 

After composing her face as well as she could, Mitzi looked across the dock 
and saw Carter, Helen and Carol sitting just as she was on the dock. Helen 
walked slowly forward, with Carter, the usual blank expression on her face. 
She occasionally rubbed the insides of her nicely-formed thighs with the 
palms of her hands in an absent-minded way. Carol was gazing at her, Mitzi, 
and the two other men beside her with a sly, pleased smile on her face. The 
kind of smile a woman often gives when she has been proven right or has had 
the last word in a dispute. As for Carter, Mitzi saw that he was looking at 
her, but not directly, for there was a strange glint in his eyes and he 
seemed to be thinking-yet, strangely obsessed. Although their eyes met, it 
was as though he was not conscious of her actual presence at that exact 
moment. 

Mitzi lowered her gaze and was amazed to see that her husband's penis was 
standing up in erection. It jerked every so often from the excitement of 
whatever he was thinking. 

* * * 

A few minutes earlier, Carter had been in a hypnotic trance. The scene of 
his nakedly writhing wife being fucked out of her mind between these two 
other men, was just too much. 

His head could still hear her mumbling, muffled mewls of pleasure and the 
lewd, moist sounds of wetness as they fucked into and out of her from both 
ends. He could not care about anything but Mitzi, her exquisite body, and 
how he wanted to run over on the dock and ram his aching tortured cock into 
her anywhere he could. He was completely berserk with the sheer carnal 
pleasure of the savage fucking she was getting from two complete strangers, 
men he had never seen before this evening. He thought that she must be with 
old sex-buddies who had probably fucked her like this before, maybe even in 
his own bed. 

Carter gritted his teeth and felt tiny streams of sweat rolling down his 
forehead as he sat there with Helen Watson's hungry little mouth locked 
tightly around his cock. He wanted to cry, to scream out and yank his wife's 
insatiable body from between them, but he could not move. His cock ached and 
throbbed to be inside her mouth or her warm, clasping pussy instead of where 
it was now. He wanted it jammed up her tight, hot rubbery rectal passage. 

Unconsciously, he began to stroke Helen Watson's head over his own bone hard 
penis, sliding her tightly closed lips up and down the length of it, 
following the rhythm of the merciless fucking his own wife was receiving 
right in front of his eyes. Faster and faster he fucked his thick cock up 
into her slavishly sucking mouth, feeling the semen oozing from the tip and 
seep down to lubricate further the lip-fucking action. He saw his wife 
lolling limply between the other two men, allowing herself to be used and 
fucked as they wanted. Then she lost complete control of herself and ground 
and writhed wildly back and forth to receive the full benefit of the dually 
punishing rods. Her firm white breasts jiggled and shook below her heaving 
chest as though they were being tugged on by strings attached to the pink 
stiff nipples. 

Carter's orgasm thundered in his balls and began to spread out through his 
groin, ready to explode up into Helen Watson's greedily working mouth. 

And then it happened! 

His hard cock pulsed and his legs stiffened out straight as the first charge 
of white thick sperm shot out of the end of the tip at least eight inches 
into the depths of her throat. The first was followed by a series of faster, 
shorter spurts that gushed back out of her tightly locked lips from the 
force of the pressure and ran down over his heavily dancing balls below. 

"Aaaaggghhh," he groaned only half-humanly as his cumming seized his 
nerve-ends and reduced him to a twitching mass of sinew and muscle. 

"Here you have three women, hot to go and you sit there and waste it all in 
my mouth," Helen lifted her cum-smeared lips from his deflating cock and 
teased up at the hypnotized Carter. He snapped up his head with a sudden 
start and looked at her, embarrassed as he suddenly realized that he had 
been fantasizing. He had been reliving in his mind what he had seen beside 
them. He did not even understand why. 

"You're not too much good as a member if you don't give us girls something 
back for what you get," Helen teased on, an impish little grin on her face. 

"Oh shut up, Helen," Carol said with authority, faking a look of stern 
impatience on her face to lend weight to her statement. "You sound like an 
ass. Besides you obviously don't understand the real reason why Carter just 
did what he did." 

"Who cares why? I just want my turn, too," Helen responded, "at least he 
could have done it in a sixty-nine position!" 

"He's never seen his wife fucked by another man before and didn't know she 
was capable of enjoying it as much as she obviously did," Carol said. Helen 
hung her head as he turned his gaze to Carol as if for approavl, his frown 
changing to an expression of self-satisfaction when the buxom brunette 
smiled and winked furtively at him to endorse his treatment of the 
hot-pussyed woman sitting next to him. 

Mitzi had been just as astounded as Helen when she had seen him manipulate 
Helen Watson's head almost brutally right there in front of everyone. To 
her, it had seemed like he had been in a trance and that she had been, 
somehow, an object in his mind rather than the real person she was, sitting 
there to his side. But Carol's remark about the reason why Carter had 
suddenly lost his senses so openly triggered Mitzi's mind. 

Carter said meekly, a sheepish look weakening the strong, clean lines of his 
handsome face, "Believe me, I'm sorry. I guess I lost track. I could see 
Mitzi still doing what she did." 

"And it got you so hot and bothered," Carol chimed in. "Listen, don't worry 
about it. Everybody joins the group for a different reason. Sometimes people 
come just for kicks, while others come to work out problems they're having 
at home in bed with husbands or wives. The people with problems usually wind 
up coming for kicks too, later. It all works out." Her voice was soft and 
reassuring, but even though Carter was obviously calmed a little by her 
logical explanation, he still wore the guilty look a little boy has who has 
just been caught with his hand deep in the cookie jar. 

"But Helen was right, I was selfish," Carter persisted. Then glancing across 
the room at Mitzi he added, "Now that I think of it, I've been pretty damned 
selfish all along, haven't I?" 

"Oh, darling," Mitzi cried as she rose suddenly and hurried across to where 
her distressed husband was seated with the look of dejection on his face 
that often follows a humiliating revelation about oneself. Carol moved 
instinctively to give the blonde room to sit down beside Carter and comfort 
him. She smiled to herself as she watched Mitzi smooth back his hair and 
lean against his shoulder like an innocent kitten. 

"I really am sorry, honey," Carter continued to apologize. "I never stopped 
to think about how you felt about sex and everything else in our marriage." 

"Oh, Carter, I'm sorry. How can you ever forgive me for what I did tonight?" 
Mitzi sobbed, overcome with shame as well as genuine sympathy for the hurt 
he must have felt while watching her being fucked like a street-whore by 
Bill and that other man. She nuzzled closer and kissed his neck between 
choking sobs of pity and shame. 

"Come on, kids, pull yourselves together," Carol interrupted after a moment. 
"People in love tend to get upset at their first session, that's all. Lee 
and I will come over tomorrow and have a long talk with you, won't we, 
love?" 

"Of course, but I think we ought to have a little chat ourselves in the 
meantime," Lee grinned coyly at his naked wife. "It seems that we've been 
sneaking around needlessly, while we could have been having fun and games 
together right out in the open." 

"Maybe we have been silly, too, then," Carol beamed. 

"Hey, what's going on in here, a funeral?" a naked man asked as he entered 
the room. He was about Carter's age, husky but not as solidly and 
symmetrically built, and his facial features were rather bland by 
comparison. "Cindy over there," he pointed, "wore me out for a while. But 
now I'm rested up and ready for seconds, if anyone's interested." 

"I am," Helen announced. 

"Hold your horses, you'll get your share," Carol broke in. "Everyone, this 
is Tom. He is a very active member in the club," Carol laughed. 

Carter saw Tom staring rapaciously at Mitzi and noticed that the man's penis 
was jerking to semi-erection from just seeing her lushly rounded hips and 
firmly sloping breasts for the first time. 

"Honey, let's go into the house for a few minutes. I want to talk private," 
Carter whispered softly in her ear, anxious to learn the truth before things 
got out of hand again. 

"All right, anything you want, darling," she agreed softly in return, drying 
her eyes with the back of her hand as she allowed Carter to help her up to a 
standing position. 

"Where are you going?" Tom asked with disappointment evident in his tone. 

"Not that it's any of your business, buddy, but we're leaving to have a 
short private talk," Carter said without bothering to look back as he and 
Mitzi made their exit and turned towards the house. Carter gripped her arm 
about a dozen feet further on and they stopped to face each other a few 
seconds, their eyes only inches apart and filled with questions. 

"Mitzi tell me the truth. Have you let other guys here fuck you while I've 
been away?" 

"I've tried to tell you. I just wanted to hurt you after I saw you on the 
beach with Carol. I wanted to hurt you, just to hurt you, I lied about the 
men. Honest, darling, it's the truth!" 

"And this was your first meeting?" Carter demanded to know. 

"Yes, of course, and I've never, never taken my panties off for another 
man," she cried, "not until tonight." Mitzi felt the hopelessness of trying 
to convince him and wept freely now. Her limbs were shaking violently with 
the force of her utter despair. She found it hard to believe that Carter 
reached out his arms to enfold her in his, drawing her close so that their 
naked flesh molded warmly together like one body. 

"It's okay, everything is okay now," he sighed with relief as the truth 
flooded his brain and he fully understood why she had led him to believe 
that she had been playing around. Yes, everything seemed to be okay. 

"Carter, I want to go home," she said, still sniffling as she gazed up at 
him. My clothes are in the closet there," she said with a tip of her head 
towards the end of the hall. "I'll get them and get dressed while you get 
yours. All right?" 

"Yeah, it's all right with mc" he smiled broadly, kissing her on the 
forehead before he returned to find his clothes which were everywhere. 

Back in the house, he saw that the remaining pair of women were not being 
bashful about preparing the three willing males for another heated round of 
orgiastic pleasure. Carter gathered up his strewn clothes as quietly as he 
could and was just on the verge of leaving them to their vices when Carol 
raised her head from Bill's flanks and said: "So you're leaving us. Well, if 
things go the way I think they will, we'll have other chances to get 
together soon, I hope, and don't forget about our talk tomorrow." 

"I won't," Carter promised. "Have fun. But she never heard his last remark 
as Bill Watson had reached forward and pulled her back down by her long 
brunette hair to his heavily hardened groin. 

Mitzi was still smoothing her hair and dressed only in her bra and panties 
when Carter returned with his clothes draped over his forearm. He pulled on 
his clothes. It seemed as though she wanted to erase her unfaithfulness by 
being neat and sweet again, fully clothed. 

"Come on, I thought you wanted to go home," Carter urged. 

"I'm ready, darling," she replied as she patted her hair once more and 
reached out for his arm. "Are you sure you believe me and you're not mad 
anymore?" 

"Yes, yes, you little idiot, I'm sure, but I'm may beat you if you keep me 
waiting any longer. It's been a strenuous evening and I think we need a 
little sleep, at home in our own bed," he smiled as he gave her another 
peck. 

As they passed the open entrance to the backyard, they both paused 
automatically to look inside. Things were in full swing again with all five 
of the sex-starved club members on the dock, entangled in each other's 
passion-crazed bodies in wild, crazy positions. It was an unidentifiable 
mass of breasts, thighs, cunts and cocks, so that it was impossible to tell 
which genitals were attached to which bodies. They were accepting and 
feasting on whichever flesh was closest and Carter admitted to himself that 
he felt a pang of regret that he and Mitzi were not going to stay and join 
in on what looked as exciting, if not more so, than what had happened while 
they were still out there, undressed, playing too. 

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," Mitzi cooed as though she had read his 
thoughts. Carter tightened his arm around her waist as they made their way 
down the dimly lighted corridor. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The house was quiet the next morning as Mitzi reached out for Carter's body. 
She popped her eyes open and realized that his side of the bed was vacant. 

It was then that she heard him whistling merrily in the kitchen, running 
water and cursing good-naturedly at something, something that seemed to 
amuse him. Mitzi glimpsed quickly at the clock on the nightstand and fell 
back with a sigh of relief when she saw that it was twenty minutes yet 
before the alarm-bell was set to go off. It was like him, she thought 
happily to jump out of bed early on a sunny morning such as this. 
Physically, he was a dynamo and nothing seemed to phase his fit, tireless 
body. Now that she was secure in the knowledge that he was there, bustling 
cheerily about in the kitchen, she could relax and just lie there in bed 
without bothering to think. 

Not that she could anyway. It was exceptionally hot in the room as she lay 
there. 

"Hey, so you're finally awake," Carter greeted her jubilantly as he suddenly 
appeared in the doorway, precariously balancing two full cups of coffee in 
his hands. His white dress shirt was open at the throat and he was in his 
stocking-feet, his cheeks rosy and eyes bright with the elation he obviously 
felt. "Aren't you going to get up and fix my breakfast? It's getting late, 
you know?" 

"Oh? Look at the clock and you'll see that it's early," she fired back, the 
beginning of a long suffering but loving smile on her face. "And what about 
the airconditioner, you silly frump, did you even notice that it's not 
working?" 

"Damn!" he exclaimed, throwing back his head with his mouth agape, "I forgot 
to turn it on. I meant to, honey. I'm just too happy this morning to think 
of everything. I'm only human, you know, and sometimes I make mistakes." 

"Well, I'm human too. And I am burning to de'ath," Mitzi said teasingly, and 
tossing away the sheet. Despite her discomfort, she was happy to see him so 
full of life and cheer. After they had crawled into bed, she had lain awake 
for awhile and dreaded the morning, when they would both be cold sober and 
fully aware of what had actually taken place. But Carter's bright, gay mood 
seemed to lift up the burden of worry and she was truly grateful. 

"Here, drink this while I go turn the cooler on full blast," he said as he 
handed her a cup of coffee and then turned to leave. 

"Carter...." Mitzi said sweetly. 

"Yeah, what?" he frowned, halting dead in his tracks. "Wait a second while I 
turn on some cool air. Be right back and I'll listen all day if you want me 
to." 

"I just wanted to say I love you," she shouted out after him as he tromped 
down the hall towards the control panel on the wall just outside the 
kitchen. She heard footsteps stop for a second and then hurry on faster than 
before. 

It was ten minutes later and the kitchen was cozy and cool as they sat 
across the breakfast table, sipping on their third cup of coffee. After 
apologizing profusely over and over for neglecting to turn the 
airconditioner on for her. Carter had just sat there gazing at Mitzi with an 
intense, mysteriously rekindled devotion burning in his hazelish eyes. Then, 
hesitantly at first, he had broached the subject of the night before. To her 
relief, he seemed to be anything but angered by the memory. On the contrary, 
his concern for how she had felt during the whole episode seemed to be his 
major interest. 

"Be honest, you were half driven out of your mind with two guys fucking you 
at the same time, weren't you, honey?" he asked again as he leaned forward 
in undisguised anticipation of her answer. 

"Golly, Carter, you're putting me in a heck of a tough spot," she replied 
softly as she dropped her eyes to avoid his own. "You saw what happened, how 
I acted. 

"Man, did I ever! I thought you were going to go crazy any minute," he 
enthused, "and I've got to admit I damned near did too from just watching. 
By God, honey, I always knew, I just knew you had it in you. My only regret 
is that I was so self-centered and demanding that I stifled your natural 
talents to the point where we were both screwed up." 

"It was both our faults, really, but now I'm not worried at all," she said 
tenderly. "Last night was just a beginning for us, now that we understand 
each other's needs. This morning, I'm willing to stake my life on a bet that 
we'll still be the happiest married couple on earth a hundred years from 
now!" 

"Only a damned fool would take a bet we'll live that long. Especially if he 
knew what a little tigress you are under the right circumstances," Carter 
howled gleefully as he slammed his hand down on the table to punctuate the 
strength of his certainty. Although he had not wholly understood her 
meaning, she threw back her head and laughed with him. Because she was so 
elated to see him coming out of himself. For a while, it seemed that he was 
more of a detriment to their marriage than his absence had been. But now 
that they were able to talk honestly with each other, the future seemed 
wonderfully bright and not the ominous blank that had loomed before them 
only yesterday. 

"Yep, I guess you're right again, just as always," Mitzi agreed, giggling 
gaily as her golden hair shimmered in the morning sunlight and she threw up 
her arms in a gesture of defeat. "Even I wouldn't take such a dumb bet." 

Carter's pulse leaped erratically in his temple as he looked hungrily at the 
soft deep valley between her lush young breasts. Her robe had come open at 
the neck when she had thrown up her arms and he could imagine how pert and 
pink her nipples were under the fabric of the garment. And an odd floating 
feeling seized him as he remembered how they had quivered and danced at the 
tips of her fleshy white gloves when those two men had fucked into her from 
both ends at the same time on the dock just last night. God, he must be some 
kind of pervert, he thought, for the mental image itself was enough to make 
his penis harden in his pants. Still smiling at her, he slowly eased his 
right hand off the table and reached down to touch his thick, rising length. 
It was as hard as a rock and he thought fleetingly of calling the office to 
say he would be late that morning. Hell, anything could be an excuse to stay 
home long enough for a quick piece of luscious ass. 

"Carter, I know I shouldn't be, but I'm glad that things turned out as they 
did at the Watson's last night," she said buoyantly, interrupting his 
stimulating memory of her naked body being fucked within an inch of its life 
by rampantly skewering cocks and the warm, obscenely exciting cum that had 
flowed so hotly from her mouth and her well-fucked rectum. 

"Me too," he said suddenly, forcing out the words. His penis was bulging and 
throbbing with the desire to rip up into her soft belly. He had to have her, 
to make her scream out with joy and abandon as she had probably yearned to 
do last night. But there was not time now. Tonight, though, as soon as he 
got home, he would give her a fucking that would make last evening's orgy 
look puny by comparison. He would show his sexy little nymph of a wife what 
a grand thrill a woman could feel with just one cock in her, one big cock 
with the right man behind it! 

"Darling, don't you think you'd better get going? You've only got fifteen 
minutes to get to work." 

"Wow, you're right!" Carter said as he looked at his watch and darted up 
from the table. Mitzi saw the massive bulge in his trousers and bit her 
tongue to suppress the girlish giggle that suddenly rose to her throat. 
Heavens, it was not quite eight-thirty in the morning and he was already 
hard, she chuckled to herself. Then she began to understand a little more 
why he had been so cheerful and happy all morning. Yes, he was happy because 
they were closer, just as she was. She felt a tickling amusement in her mind 
as she realized the greatest cause of his chipper attitude. Their sesson 
with the swap group had aroused him more than she had thought. But then, 
despite everything, she could not honestly blame him. She was still feeling 
the effects herself, now that she thought about it. 

"Listen when Carol and her husband come over for that talk, don't forget to 
ask them when and where the next meeting's going to be," Carter reminded as 
he adjusted his tie and slipped on his coat. "We can't afford to miss it." 

"But, darling are you sure we should?" she asked in a serious tone as she 
helped him find the car key. 

"Are you kidding? Of course we should! It worked didn't it? But let's 
discuss it later. I've got to run or they might dock my pay for being a few 
minutes late." he said back at her as he descended the stairs three at a 
time. The front door slammed shut and he was gone. The house was silent 
again, as though his departure had stolen the life and personality out of 
the rooms. 

She heard the car engine sputter, catch, then roar like a beast from sleep. 
She walked back to the bedroom to watch out the window as he backed out of 
the driveway into the glaring hot street. Then she heard the gears crunch 
into place and saw the car lurch forward, its rear tires spinning wildly and 
fishtailing as it sped out of sight. 

The Lynn's arrived shortly after lunchtime. After Carol formally introduced 
Lee and Mitzi, the man whom the blonde now knew was Carol's husband, they 
came in the front door. 

"Have a seat and I'll get you both a tall glass of beer," Mitzi said 
graciously as she headed towards the kitchen for three glasses. A few 
minutes later, she and the Lynn's were settled in the living room drinking 
beer and talking amiably about the weather and other incidentals. Finally 
Lee set his glass down on the table next to his chair and changed his 
expression to one of seriousness. 

"Well, let's get down to business. Let's get on with what we came over to 
talk about," he said with a straight face. 

Mitzi listened with every last iota of concentration she had as he expressed 
what he and Carol agreed were the differences between plain old everyday sex 
and the kind of sex that one could enjoy as the result of an enlightened 
attitude. He explained in intelligent terms that a great majority of modern 
day people were being cheated out of natural pleasure because of fear and 
certain crippling Victorian morals that they clung to. Even though those 
morals were no longer applicable to the pace and mood of contemporary 
living. Continuing, he remarked on the criminal shame it was that certain 
people whom the cripples themselves called "sick" and 

"perverted" were driven underground and forced to live as fugitives from the 
irrational wrath of the public. When he paused for a moment, his buxom wife 
broke in and filled the silence with a statement that staggered Mitzi for a 
moment, until Carol noticed and repeated it to drive in her point. 

"Yes, it's true," Carol said in earnest, "all three of us, and even your own 
husband, are almost as maimed as the average upright citizen by these stupid 
out dated morals we cling to. Take yourself, Mitzi, weren't you-scared to 
death of a man's penis until last night? Until you found out what they are 
really for?" 

"Yes, I guess so," Mitzi admitted uncertainly. 

"Yeah, and you found out how to use certain other places you have, didn't 
you?" Lee joked crudely. Then, his face turning back to seriousness again, 
he spoke in support of what his voluptuous wife had said a moment before. 

"As a prime example, look at Carol and me. We've been sneaking around behind 
each other's backs to jump into bed with other sex-partners. It's hard 
sometimes to tell each other's thoughts and feelings apart. We've been 
around the world together, been broke and rich together, and yet we were 
still limping along like fools, as far as sex is concerned, until last night 
when we saw each other in action and sat down later, at home to have the 
talk we should have had long before, we didn't even know each other. We 
found out that we didn't have to sneak and lie about sleeping with other 
people. We talked and found all along our one big problem was that we hadn't 
had the courage to be honest with each other. Now we can have our fun 
together and feel free." 

Mitzi smiled warmly at Lee hoping that he would truly understand how 
grateful she was for the things he had said. God knows, they must be true. 
Just last night's session at the Watson's had improved her relations with 
Carter so much that they seemed to be happier and more secure in each other 
than ever before. Sex had been both the problem and the means to what seemed 
to be a signpost leading toward an ultimate, hopefully lasting solution. 

"Oh, in case you're interested, we'd both consider ourselves lucky if you 
and Carter decide to stay on as regular members in the group," Lee said 
convincingly. "And if your performance last night was any indication of the 
inate talents you have I'd really feel fortunate." 

"Feel as grateful as you like, but remember the rules," Carol smirked. "You 
can't become a member until you dig up some willing chick to join you. I 
don't have anything to worry about on that score, if you recall last night. 
I'm already qualified." Mitzi detected a tone of sarcasm in Carol's voice, 
almost a shrewish rasping quality. It was one that she had never heard 
before and sounded like jealousy and the last thing she would expect from 
Carol. 

Mitzi's face flushed with color as she allowed her mind to picture again the 
events of the previous night. Lee had rammed his pulsing cock in her mouth 
and she had willingly sucked it, had swallowed his sperm, all of it, and 
then wanted more! 

Against her will she dropped her eyes to his groin finally was both shocked 
and pleased when she saw that his trousers were standing up like a tent from 
his pubic region as he stared at her. He was not only looking at her, but 
looking in her lap. His eyes were roving back and forth along the expanse of 
bare thigh that was showing below her short skirt. Then their eyes met again 
and, as if by unspoken mutual consent, they both knew that they would make 
love together when the first chance came along. 

"Carter asked me to be sure to find out when and where the next meeting is 
going to be," she managed to say at last her face still flushed with 
excitement and natural embarrassment. "He definitely wants us to attend." 

"Great!" Lee grinned, "because last night Carol and I were talking about 
having it at our house. We were thinking about next Monday night, at say 
nine o'clock," he continued after a moment, "I have to get back on my sales 
route by Wednesday morning." 

"It should be interesting too," Carol said, "for at least one new couple is 
slated to attend. You and Carter will feel like old timers." 

"Well, I doubt that, but as far as I know, we'll be there," Mitzi nodded. 
Actually she was positive they would be there, from how Lee had behaved in 
front of her just now. Her big regret at the moment was that the session was 
not going to be that evening! 

Mitzi stood at the huge living room window a few minutes later, waving 
goodbye to Carol and Lee as she watched them head towards their own front 
door. When they were out of sight, she turned and searched around the room 
for something to do, but everything was neat and in its proper place. 

"Well, even if I am a budding nymphomaniac, I'm still a pretty good 
housewife," she said aloud in a feminine chuckle. She looked in the closet 
for something sexy to wear when Carter would return home this evening. She 
thought perhaps seemingly innocent housewives were the best nymphomaniacs 
anyway. They had now tasted sexual freedom and there was no denying that it 
seemed to agree with them. 

She picked a dress that had a low neckline. It was one that was his favorite 
during the beginning of their courtship at college. 

"This will do it," she thought, ' 'Something to make him fuck me crazy." J 
ust saying the word sent a spreading urgency in her loins as she pictured 
him using her nakedly spread body at will. 

"Yes, something to make him fuck me good and fast, without a lot of wasted 
preliminaries." she grinned as she closed the bedroom door happily behind 
her. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"God! No wonder I couldn't wait to get home," Carter flattered, sincerely 
meaning every word as he greedily ran his eyes over his pretty wife's 
beautiful curvaceous figure. She had spent almost an hour applying just the 
right makeup and scenting herself with a musky, sexually stimulating 
perfume. The dress had been a cinch to pick out since it was his favorite, 
with the hem cut only a few inches below her panties. It showed an enticing 
abundance of bare white thigh below. . 

"Hey, isn't the dress your wearing the one I liked so much in college?" 
Carter asked with hoarseness in his voice. He was unable to keep his eyes in 
one place as they scanned her legs and feasted on the daring amount of flesh 
swelling up naked at her neckline. It seemed to him that her breasts had 
grown larger during the last week, were somehow fuller and riper. 

"Yes, honey, it's the same dress," she said in a casual voice. 

"Damn, had I known you'd look this good all day, I'd have run home for a 
little fun during my lunch hour," he said, only half-kiddingly. 

"By the way what would you like for dinner?" Mitzi purred. 

"I want you." 

He reached out and grabbed her to him, his lips crushing tightly down 
against hers as he held her in his powerful arms. His tongue sank its way 
between his teeth and slipped wetly into her mouth. Mitzi was not quite 
prepared for anything so sudden that she struggled a second until she 
remembered that she was no longer afraid. She began to suck on his thick 
probing tongue and a whirling sensation came over her as she thought of the 
pleasure in store for her. God, she wanted him, now! 

Then, without a word, Carter almost dragged her off towards their bedroom. 
But she was not complaining, she actually felt thrilled by his urgent need, 
the same she had had all day. 

When they were in the bedroom with the door still standing open from their 
entry, Carter kissed her roughly again and then pushed her backwards towards 
the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and the force 
of their momentum sent her sprawling flat on her back. His heavier body 
pinned her across the swaying surface of the bed. She let her thighs relax 
at once, allowing his squirming body to lodge between them. His cock was 
trapped in his trousers but tried to force itself out. In desperation, he 
rolled off her and quickly struggled out of his trousers and shorts, pulling 
them over his shoes with one motion. He mounted his weight up between her 
open thighs on top of her again. The whole undressing action had only taken 
fifteen seconds. 

His penis insinuated itself up and down against the thin nylon strip of her 
panty crotchband. She could feel the wetness of the hard thick rod sliding 
in its own lubrication fluid against the soft inner hollows of her thighs. 
His head pressed down forcefully against hers, and dropped lower. She felt a 
sharp pain of his teeth biting savagely into her earlobe. She jumped 
reflexively but relaxed again immediately with a passionate sigh when she 
felt he hungry cock head throbbing down between the full rounded globes of 
her whitely curving buttocks. 

Carter's pelvis began a slow grinding motion up against her own pubic mound, 
rubbing the sheer nylon band of her panties into the thin pink slit of her 
cunt. The huge rubbery head traced a wet path up and down the length of the 
satiny material until he could feel the full outline of the soft fleece 
lined lips impressed clearly through it. He moved slowly, slowly against the 
restraining band, watching with delight as the expression on her face 
changed from plain enjoyment to a slowly building raving lust. He knew that 
pride no longer, mattered to her. Now she was all woman and capable of being 
ignited by the lightest male touch. 

"Get undressed," Carter ordered abruptly, panting as he rose to strip off 
the rest of his clothes. This time, Mitzi did not hesitate and got to her 
feet immediately, reaching up behind her to unzip the dress down the back. 

In less than a minute she stood before him stark naked. Her firm delicious 
curves sloped in and out temptingly, and her breasts flushed with the heat 
of her desire. 

He reached out and ran his fingertips teasingly over the tips of her nipples 
and she moaned softly. 

"Now, get down on the bed on your hands and knees," he commanded, "just the 
way you were last night when Bill and Lee fucked you at both ends." 

Mitzi's sense of self was lost in the fire of the moment and she followed 
the lewd orders without a word. When she was kneeling before him with her 
buttocks obscenely thrust out over the edge of the bed, he leaned down to 
kiss the smooth oval globes and bite them with sharp little nips. She felt 
him draw them slowly, teasingly apart until the strain on her anus was 
almost unbearable. Then she winced a little as his finger probed the tiny 
puckered ring. 

"Spread your legs out more," he snapped . When she obeyed him, he pushed a 
little harder against her nakedly spread asshole. He was straining at it for 
a moment, and then suddenly the tip popped up inside her, eased a little by 
her own moisture. It did not hurt as much as she had anticipated, not as 
much as it had last night. There was even a surprising little sensation of 
pleasure from the initial penetration. He moved his finger around in the now 
slowly expanding little passage, pushing it back and forth, widening it more 
and more, until she could not help but groan aloud and voluntarily grind 
back on it. She engulfed it teasingly with the tight, clinging little walls 
of her tender rectal flesh and her mouth fell wide open and she began to 
groan excitedly as she wriggled back on the hotly intruding middle finger to 
the palm of his hand, a strong sense of strangely satisfying subjugation to 
her husband sweeping through her mind. 

"How would you like my cock in your ass, baby?" Carter asked with a growl, 
remembering from the other night how she liked to be treated with a strong 
hand. 

"Yes, darling! Yes, fuck me! Fuck up my asshole like that other man did! 
Please!" she cried pleadingly back to him. She felt him insert a second 
finger, which sent exquisite waves of pleasureful pain shooting though her, 
and then sensed that he was exploring her vagina with the blunt, rubbery tip 
of his cock. Then, he rammed forward with a great resounding sound of 
wetness that drove the full length of it deep up into her open cunt in one 
lunge. 

"Ooooooh, aaaahhh," she groaned as he banged to a halt against her cervix. 
He began to skewer in and out of her, setting a steady rhythm as she felt 
the monster growing even larger in her widespread cuntal channel. The giant 
head felt like an unrelenting fist pummeling into her mercilessly and her 
ecstasy climbed higher and higher. Then again, once it was well lubricated 
from the freely flowing juices of her cunt, he pulled out with a wet hissing 
sound and used his free hand to guide the blood engorged penis up to the 
tiny puckered entrance of her anal opening. There the two fingers of his 
other hand were still buried as far up inside as they could go. He slipped 
them out slowly, causing her to gasp when they finally popped free. Then he 
placed the wet, pulsing tip of his cock against the tight, hairless little 
opening and pushed, gently at first, then harder. She gave out a cry as the 
elastic flesh popped open from the steady pressure and the tip of his penis 
slipped just up inside. Then, Carter grunted aloud and fucked mercilessly 
forward until he was sunk in her tightly clinging rectal walls all the way 
up to his hairy pelvis. 

"Goddammit, hump back, fuck back the way you did on Bill Watson's cock last 
night," he rasped. She obeyed as well as she could at the moment and ground 
her softly yielding-anal flesh back sensuously on the heavily surging cock. 

"Faster! Fuck back faster!" he chanted behind her as he began a slow, 
rhythmic fucking motion up between her whitely quivering asscheeks. 

Mitzi's excited body quivered as she moaned, "Fuck me, Fuck me!" over and 
over again. 

He felt a sadistic pleasure as his balls smacked heavily below into the 
moistness of her wide-split vaginal crevice. His thick cock sunk all the way 
up her gyrating ass so that only the swollen cords at the base were still 
visible. He wanted to fuck it right up out of her throat! 

Mitzi moaned in confusion as she felt him draw out back again of her 
greedily clasping rectal passage, depriving her, then driving his cock deep 
into her wide open cunt below. After a few more thrilling strokes, he drove 
it up her asshole again, deeper and deeper. He began to fuck into each 
passage three or four thrusts at a time as he changed more rapidly, 
alternating at will, until finally he reached down and held the maddeningly 
teasing cock and guided it into her cunt, then her asshole, one stroke at a 
time. It was pistoning into her stomach like two men at once, the pleasure 
of one hole still beating live as he shoved himself up the other hole. It 
was too much, too beautiful! 

Carter's balls palpitated with erotic energy, almost painfully, and his cock 
felt as though it were charged with a million prickly volts of electricity 
each time he plunged into one of the nakedly nibbling little mouths before 
him. She was moaning like a she-devil, her lovely face flushed bright red. 
Her eyes were rolling as she panted and fucked back against him even more 
wantonly than she had against the two men who had sandwich-fucked her last 
night. He had her now and she loved it! It was easy to see that he was 
satisfying her more than she had ever been satisfied before, that he was 
taking the place of two men! 

"Is it better than last night, you beautiful hot fucking little bitch!" he 
asked with a grunting voice. 

"Yessss, ooohhh, yessss," she squealed. 

His groans approached the point of loud huffing sounds as he thrust his 
cock's full length into the depth of her widely expanded asshole. His body 
starting to jerk covulsively and his mouth hung open too, and he clawed at 
her waist with clutching fingers. He pulled her ass cheeks wider apart so 
that his long fleshy cock could ram up into her yet another fraction of an 
inch. 

"Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he roared. He felt a moment of bafflement as 
he tried to decide where to shoot off his backed up load. In her asshole or 
up her wet, wanting pussy? Her pussy! Yes! Yes! 

Mitzi felt the brief pause and then the sudden withdrawal from her rectum, 
only to be replaced by another fresh slippery thrust into the ravaged wet 
canal of her eagerly sucking cunt. The sensation touched off the wildly 
raging climax that she had been holding back to prolong the pleasure. She 
screamed as the great gushes of blissful feeling ripples through her. She 
could feel his hot, thick sperm filling her stomach and seeping out around 
the pulsing shaft sunk deep up inside her curl-fringed cunt lips behind. 

Sensing her climax he drove his spurting cock even deeper up inside her, 
forcing her legs to splay out, her heels waving on each side of his body. He 
fucked up into her one last time and made her gasp as the last ounce of cum 
in his balls emptied far, far up into her erotically quivering b'elly. 

He pulled out of her, staggering, and fell beside her already collapsed body 
on the bed with his arm draped over her trembling shoulders. They lay there 
for several minutes, gasping, gradually regaining their senses. 

"Carter, darling, that was the most beautiful experience of my whole life," 
Mitzi said huskily. "And just in case you worried, last night was nothing 
close to matching the pure sexual pleasure I felt just now with you." 

"By the way speaking of last night, when is the next meeting?" Carter 
grinned. 

"I'll let you know in time," she said jokingly as she watched him push her 
playfully aside and pull back the sheet to get into his favorite sleeping 
position. 

"Goodnight baby," he crooned. "You can tell me about the coming session 
tomorrow at breakfast." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"What on earth can be taking him so long?" Mitzi questioned aloud as she 
paced nervously back and forth across the living room. It was already 
eight-thirty and the party next door was definitely on at nine-o'clock. 
Carol had telephoned that afternoon to confirm the time. She had mentioned 
that, with the couple she and Carter were bringing, there would be four 
newcomers to the group that evening. They had chatted awhile about the 
pleasant new prospects in store for everyone. 

In fact. Carter was out now leading their new friends back to Lundville from 
where they lived in the suburbs of a larger city about twelve miles away. 
Their names were Marsha and Sam Harvey. 

Carter had met Sam at work last week and the two men had hit it off 
immediately. Sam was "a guy who will go places if he's given the chance," 
Carter had said during the full report he had given her of the new friend. 
Evidently the two men had become even better friends late that afternoon 
over beers in a nearby tavern after the office had closed. Sam had confided 
in Carter enough to say that he and his wife of three years were not getting 
along well sexually. The man had shown Carter a picture of his wife and 
Carter had been bowled over by her figure. Then after downing a few more 
beers, Carter had casually made a reference to a possible solution to the 
problem the couple had in bed. 

Carter mentioned the swapping group. When the man had not balked but seemed 
interested instead, he had gone on to explain what he knew so far about the 
club and extend an invitation for the Harvey's to attend the next session. 
Sam had lept on the suggestion. He said he would do his level best to 
persuade his wife that it was an excellent opportunity for them. "I'll tell 
her it's a kind of therapy," he had joked with Carter. 

Mitzi heard a car door slam shut and ran down the stairs to look out the 
window beside the front door. It was Carter and the Harveys all right. She 
gave her long honey-gold hair a few last minute strokes with the palm of her 
hand as she watched the trio come up the lighted driveway. 

"Wow," Mitzi exclaimed to herself, "he's really big and good looking!" And 
he was. He was tall, dark, broad-shouldered and had rugged masculine facial 
features. "It must be her fault if they can't make it in bed," she mused. 

Then Mitzi took a long look at Marsha. Even in her caftan, she seemed rather 
thin and fragile, but her face was stunningly beautiful. The nose was finely 
shaped and elegant, her brow high, her lips shiny and soft-looking even in 
the vague light. Mitzi had a moment of doubt, feeling her own face with her 
fingertips to compare her nose and mouth to Marsha's. They seemed up to par 
with the other woman's, The the blonde sighed and with reassured relief 
swung open the front door to greet them. 

"Hi," Mitzi greeted, "I was afraid that you'd all run off the road 
somewhere. It was getting so late." 

"No, nothing that serious, Mrs. Bramwel," Marsha said sweetly, her voice as 
fine and delicate as her face. 

"I'm sorry we're late," Sam beamed, "it was just the heavy traffic." His 
deep voice sent shivers through Mitzi's body. 

"Please, why don't you both just call me Mitzi." the blonde urged warmly. 
"After all, we're going to get to know each other pretty well before the 
evenings over, aren't we?" She saw Carter grimace behind their backs at her 
suggestive remark. For once she stood her ground and made no effort to amend 
her words. 

"Honey, why don't you get us something to drink, okay?" Carter suggested in 
a low voice. 

Mitzi returned to the living room almost immediately with a tray with four 
tall glasses on it full of a pale, green liquid that looked suspiciously 
familiar to Carter. 

"Hey, what's this?" he asked, holding up the glass she handed him, examining 
its contents with a puzzled look on his face. 

"You know, Carter. It's the same thing we drank last week at Bill and 
Helen's. Something French," Mitzi said with a studied nonchalance as she 
smiled at Sam and Marsha. 

"That's what I thought," Carter said quickly, "but where did this come 
from?" 

"Oh, I forgot Bill dropped by for a while this afternoon and gave me a whole 
bottle before he left." 

Carter laughed and shook his finger at her. wondering to himself if it was 
possible to have too much of a good thing. After a minute, he shrugged and 
said, "Come on, drink up everyone. We might not even make it to the party if 
my little wife here is thinking what I think she is thinking." 

"That wouldn't be a big tragedy," Sam said as he drank the last of the 
greenish elixir-like liquid in his glass. "If worse came to worse, we could 
probably have our own party right here. What do you think, Marsha?" The 
handsome man patted his wife's bare knee and squeezed it even though his 
eyes were trained on Mitzi's every movement. 

The beautiful woman who had seemed so quiet and shy when she first entered 
the house set her own empty glass down on the coffee table. Apparently the 
exotic liquor was already taking effect on her gently curved body. She was 
staring at Carter as though he were an oasis in the middle of an endless 
desert. Glancing slyly at her husband, she smiled happily and answered, 
"Sweetheart, I don't care where it happens, but in case you haven't noticed, 
the party's about to begin for me...." 

"Wow, let's get going before we start dropping our panties right here." 
Mitzi laughed indulgently at the excitement of the two "newcomers" to the 
group. "The others would never forgive us if we kept you two to ourselves on 
the first night!" 

A short time later, from the sound of the wild, teasing laughter coming from 
the Lynn's house, the party was in full swing ... and it was a very, very, 
happy laughter indeed ...! 


THE END
