Turned On By Animals
by Frank Harper


FOREWORD 

Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies 
the social ferment behind closed doors. 

There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is 
the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of 
social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably, there is the advent of 
wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun ... But where does the 
fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and 
another-to what? 

This is the story of one couple in one neighborhood in one city, Anywhere, 
USA. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No 
facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them their unusual forms of sexual 
gratification is the norm. And for how many other couples like them? 

A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food 
for serious thought. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

I thought I'd been around enough to be shock-proof. But I found out 
differently when I stopped by the house one afternoon and caught my lovely 
young wife making it with Prince. I'd often dropped by for a cup of coffee 
when I was in the neighborhood. 

Carol usually met me at the door. This time she hadn't heard the panel truck 
I used to make my calls. I'm a television technician. A much-maligned TV 
repairman, in other words. Not that a few of the practitioners of the trade 
don't deserve the disparaging words often cast their way, of course. Most of 
us are honest, though, and just trying to make a living like everybody else. 

If I'd been a stranger I'm sure Prince would've spotted me right away. He 
might've even known that I was in the house and was too horny to pay any 
attention. Besides, the delectable fragrance of my hot-ass wife's pussy 
probably had his nose turned out on everything else. 

Prince had always been a good watch dog. Not an animal to bark at anything 
and everything, but always alert and eager to give a warning when he thought 
things weren't right around the house. He'd belonged to Carol for a couple 
of years before our marriage, but he'd been friendly with me right from the 
beginning. Maybe because I like dogs and the big German shepherd could sense 
that fact. 

I don't know why I didn't call out to Carol when she didn't meet me at the 
door. I suppose I thought she'd gone down the street to the corner 
drugstore-or maybe was visiting a neighbor. 

Anyway, I hadn't even put the water on for coffee before I decided I needed 
to take a leak. The hallway was carpeted, which is another reason Carol and 
Prince didn't hear me. I never did get to the bathroom. I used the one in a 
bar not long afterward, though. 

The door to the bedroom I shared with my very pretty and beautifully stacked 
wife was slightly ajar. I don't know why the hell I hadn't noticed that 
Prince wasn't in the back yard. I suppose I figured that he was in his dog 
house. Anyway, when I took a look through the narrow crack left because the 
door hadnt been closed tightly I got a glimpse of the black German shepherd. 
Moving closer, I pushed the door just enough to have a perfect view. That's 
when I found out that I wasn't shock-proof. 

Maybe I'd suspected something or I wouldn't have been so cautious when I 
pushed the door open a little further. Maybe I heard a slurping sound. Not 
that it makes any difference. I stood there staring, almost refusing to 
believe my eyes. 

My darling young wife was naked, her beautiful breasts poking, her very 
pretty face contorted with passion, the same passion-twisted expression I'd 
seen and enjoyed so many times while putting the blocks to her. Carol's 
hands were stroking the big dog's head, as she'd so often stroked my hair 
and head while I was performing cunnilingus, and the animal's long 
glistening tongue was lapping the sweet snatch I'd passionately delved my 
tongue into so many thrilling times. 

Then, as I stared, unseen and not heard, strangely fascinated despite my 
state of mental shock, Carol pushed Prince's head from between her firmly 
rounded thighs and ordered him to sit. The big dog obeyed, panting, his long 
red tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, his red and glistening prick 
sticking way the hell out of its protective sheath. 

The size of the horny dog's cock surprised me. The length of the erect 
organ, I mean. I'd seen the tip and an inch or so exposed before, but I'd 
never seen Prince with a total hard-on. Actually, I'd never paid much 
attention to the size of any dog's cock, soft or hard. I'd heard about them 
being knotted, as Prince's dong was at the moment, and I'd seen strays 
fucking and still coupled after the male's ejaculation, but aside from that 
I hadn't given much thought to the subject. 

Oh, I'd read about the various forms of bestiality a few times. And had 
heard a few tales concerning dogs and women making it together, but it'd 
never entered my mind that Carol liked to make that scene. 

There were only a few seconds for me to observe the dog's poking prick, of 
course. Because my lovely young wife was eager to be pronged. It was easy 
for me to tell that Prince was well-trained and had had a lot of experience 
when it came to fucking Carol. 

My sexy wife quickly moved until she was kneeling on the carpet and leaning 
over the bed, her lovely buttocks hiked up for easy penetration. I knew the 
later because of the blissful fact that I'd often pronged her hot and tight 
pussy with her in that position. 

She didn't give any orders that I could hear. She just put one hand back and 
patted a firm and smooth ass-cheek. The dog immediately got on all fours, 
moved forward the short distance, sniffed, then mounted her. Or tried to 
mount her right away. He jabbed his stiff prick blindly, already hunching as 
if he'd found his target, and I kept waiting for Carol to do the guiding. 

But she didn't, and not much time really passed before the jabbing prick 
plunged into her gaping gash. Prince started right out fucking fast and 
furiously, his hindquarters humping like crazy, and Carol hunched right 
along with the swiftly pistoning cock. She also moaned and made little 
whimpering sounds, soft sounds that I'd so often caused her to make while 
fucking her-and while lapping and sucking her cunt and clit-and it was then 
that I realized that I was standing there on trembling legs with a straining 
hard-on. 

Prince didn't last very long. I could tell when he shot his load. I was sure 
that Carol had also climaxed. The dog only faltered for a moment or so, then 
started humping again. But my wife reached back and gave him a shove while 
telling him to get off. 

Again the dog quickly obeyed. As soon as he dismounted he went right to my 
wife's flooded pussy with his long tongue. He lapped the gash and right on 
up through the crack of Carol's ass. That's when I turned tail and hauled my 
butt out of there, my stiff cock straining against my shorts and pants and 
throbbing like crazy. The dog hadn't lost his hard-on and I didn't want to 
stand there and watch him fuck Carol again. 

Why didn't I let my wife know I was there? During, if not after, the heated 
action? Because I didn't want to embarrass her. Even in shock, and later 
when I admitted to myself that the unusual and unexpected sex scene had 
excited the hell out of me, there were thoughts about not wanting to 
embarrass Carol. 

It was a natural reaction, I think. For me, anyway. I knew that it would've 
embarrassed me to be caught in such a situation. Not that I mean I could've 
been observed making it with any kind of an animal. But, like all males and 
most females with any sex drive at all, I've always masturbated when I felt 
the urge or need, and I would've been embarrassed as hell if somebody walked 
in on me while I was beating off a batch. 

The comparison was logical, as I wouldn't have interrupted Carol if I'd 
caught her finger-fucking herself. Or if she'd been masturbating with some 
inanimate object, for that matter. I would've figured that what she was 
doing in private was her own business and I could've easily put myself in 
her place. 

These thoughts, along with many others, flashed and flickered through my 
somewhat feverish mind after I'd gotten behind the wheel of the panel truck. 
I started the motor and took off quickly, but after a couple of blocks I 
pulled over to the curb and parked. My leg was trembling and my foot was 
doing a little dance on the gas pedal. 

I remember trying to tell myself that my erection was due to the need to 
take a leak, a piss hard-on, but I knew differently. I'd been sexually 
aroused by the sight of my wife being fucked by the dog. I tried to deny it, 
I know, because I felt that I should've been too disgusted to become 
sexually excited. I'd been conditioned by society to condemn such activities 
and the fact that I didn't feel like leaving Carol for what I'd seen her 
doing made me think I was some kind of a nut. 

After a few minutes my legs stopped trembling and my cock lost its hardness. 
I told myself that I should be angry because my wife had cheated on me with 
a dog. I decided that I'd been a damn fool for being true to her since our 
marriage. She didn't know it, but she'd just lost the right to expect me not 
to cheat on her. 

Deciding to have a beer while I thought things over, as well as needing to 
take a piss, I drove to the nearest bar. I ordered a beer while I was on the 
way to the can. I was the only customer and I was glad the elderly bartender 
wasn't in a talkative mood. 

Sipping the brew, picturing in my mind what I'd seen in my house, in my 
bedroom, I decided that no man had ever had a better right to forget his 
marriage vows. I'd turned down a lot of pussy during the past year. Fourteen 
months, actually, and I'd always been quick to accept every opportunity for 
sex when I'd been single. 

Thinking of the service call I had to make, and having made it a practice 
not to drink while working, I finished the beer and went back to the truck. 
It wasn't much of a job. The customer was an old lady and all I had to do 
was replace a tube in a set that was very old, but still in surprisingly 
good shape. 

I happened to have the right size tube in the truck. As I said, I'm honest, 
and my boss would've fired my ass if I'd cheated the old lady. I could've 
taken the set to the shop and even if the price hadn't been jacked up there 
would've been an extra charge for pickup and delivery service. The customer 
was very pleased with the fee and said that she'd tell everybody she knew 
how fair and reasonable the people were at Acme TV Repairs and Service. I 
thanked her and told her she could mail the payment to the shop. 

Many of the younger female customers had flirted with me, some in a teasing 
manner, but quite a few had flashed enough flesh and talked in a manner to 
let me know they were serious. A few who'd plainly let me know that they 
were available had been very attractive. I guess the latter thought I was 
either stupid, impotent, or queer. 

I'd always pretended that I didn't notice the deliberately exposed flesh, a 
thigh, a peek at a breast, and a few times a skirt hiked up high enough for 
a quick glance at pussy hairs. The fact that I was married wasn't the only 
reason I didn't accept the offer. A fellow can get into trouble fucking 
around like that. So I've heard and read, anyway, and I'd also always liked 
to do my own bird hunting. 

On the day I caught my darling wife being lapped and fucked by her big dog, 
and after replacing the tube in the kindly old lady's TV set, I thought of a 
customer not more than ten blocks away. Her name was Mrs. Bowlin and she'd 
let me know that she was hot stuff. Her first name was Rita and she'd said 
just about everything except come right out and tell me she wanted to be 
fucked. 

I decided that it was a good time to give her what she wanted. And what I 
suddenly wanted, of course, as I've already said that I got so sexually 
excited watching my wife with the dog that I got a throbbing hard-on. My 
balls were in danger of reaching the aching stage, too, and I wanted to pay 
my wife back for cheating on me even if she might not ever know it. 

By the time I parked the truck in front of Mrs. Bowlin's apartment building 
I was even pleased because I had a damned good excuse for sexing it up with 
a female other than my wife. I took my tool kit with me, of course, so that 
I could pretend that there'd been a call for service in case the attractive 
woman had company or her husband was home. 

The apartment was on the ground" floor. The door to the building wasn't 
locked and there wasn't a bell to ring to be admitted. I was suddenly 
nervous when I knocked on the apartment door and I even had the urge to turn 
and flee. But I stood there and waited, determined to go through with what 
I'd started if the attractive woman was alone and willing. 

I didn't have to wait long. The door swung inward and Mrs. Bowlin stared at 
me for a moment, then smiled brightly. She also glanced at my first name, 
stitched in white on my blue uniform shirt, as if to make sure she had it 
right, and that wasn't very flattering. I'd been there three or four times 
and she'd even told me to call her Rita. 

"This is a very pleasant surprise, Jim. Did my husband call for service?" 

"Not that I know about," I said, meeting her bright-blue eyes. "You told me 
to drop in for a beer or coffee sometime when I was in the neighborhood and 
here I am." 

Still smiling, Mrs. Bowlin stepped back and motioned for me to enter. "I'm 
very happy that you decided to accept my invitation, Jim. You'll have to 
excuse my appearance. I had just finished taking a shower when I heard you 
knocking, so I grabbed this robe. What will it be? Beer or coffee?" 

I'd stepped inside and she'd closed the door. The terrycloth robe had gaped 
open at the top and I could see into the deep valley between her thrusting 
titties. She made no attempt to block my view and I had the feeling that I 
was free to grab her right then without another word being said. But I'd 
always been quite cautious even in my single days, so I told her that I'd 
take a beer. 

She turned and hurried across the room. I liked the way her ass jiggled 
under the robe and I hoped I wouldn't get a hard-on too quickly. Not that 
I'd ever had to worry too much about getting an erection when I didn't want 
one. Most of my life I'd had enough sex-and I'd never been ashamed to 
jack-off before starting to have sex with girls at the age of fifteen. Nor 
was I ashamed to masturbate after I started screwing, for that matter. It 
was just that I was still sexy-hot because of what I'd witnessed, and 
thoughts of making it with Mrs. Bowlin certainly didn't cool me off. 

I placed the kit containing my tools and testing equipment on the thick 
carpet by the door. Then I picked an easy chair, also near the door, to park 
my butt. I decided to let Mrs. Bowlin do all the leading, just in case I'd 
been mistaken about her intentions, and also because I was out of practice 
when it came to working up to the point where the talking stopped and the 
fucking started. 

Mrs. Bowlin soon returned with two cans of beer. She'd already popped the 
tops. She brought one to me, leaning forward so that I got a quick glimpse 
at her titties. They were firm-looking and I felt my cock responding as she 
turned and sat down on a couch opposite me. 

"I think you told me that you're married, Jim." 

We'd been sipping beer in silence for a minute or two. She'd crossed her 
long legs and the robe had parted, exposing a shapely thigh almost to a 
rounded hip. Her flesh was a creamy white. She was a redhead and she had her 
hair in an upsweep, piled on top of her head, and I figured that she was 
about thirty. Her features were very pretty, really, and I'd already seen 
enough to know that she had a lovely body. 

I'd crossed my legs to hide my lifting cock. I told her that I was married 
and she wanted to know for how long. I told her and she wanted to know my 
age. I gave my age, twenty-five, then added the fact that my wife was 
twenty. 

"I've been married for ten years, Jim. I'm thirty-two and my husband's 
thirty-five. I haven't been married too long not to remember how the sparkle 
started to dim after the first year or so. Marriage settles into a routine, 
I mean, and it's easy to understand why the husband, wife, or both...." 

Mrs. Bowlin let her words trail off, obviously wanting me to make a comment, 
and I had the sudden impulse to tell her what had happened to cause me to be 
there. But I just smiled and said that I thought I knew what she meant. 

"My husband and I came to an understanding quite early in our marriage, Jim. 
We don't feel that we own each other just because we are married and we both 
have the freedom to enjoy ourselves whenever we have an opportunity." 

I knew what she meant, of course-just as I knew that all I had to do was say 
that I was ready, able, and willing to help her enjoy herself. But I 
suddenly found myself not so sure that I should take such an important step. 
After all, Carol hadn't cheated on me with another man. Not to my knowledge, 
anyway, and in a way the action with Prince had just been a form of 
masturbation on my wife's part. 

Maybe I was even the one to blame, I thought. I couldn't see how it could be 
my fault, though. I'd always done my homework. Our sexual activities had 
kind of tapered off during the past few weeks, but it wasn't as if I'd 
gotten tired of making it with Carol. She'd never turned me down and I 
seldom let more than two or three days or nights go by without having some 
kind of sex with her. In fact, we'd had a prolonged session just the night 
before. 

"What are you thinking about, Jim?" 

Realizing that I'd been lost in my thoughts, and seeing the slight frown on 
the woman's pretty face, I grinned and said, "I guess I was mostly thinking 
about what you said, Mrs. Bowlin. As well as wondering what time your 
husband might be home." 

"I wish you'd call me Rita, Jim. I'm not so much older than you are, you 
know, and I'd feel more comfortable if you'd address me by my first name. As 
for your question, my husband won't be home for at least three hours. Why? 
Do you want to wait and get permission from him to accept what I've 
offered?" 

"I'm sorry if I appear to be a stupid jerk, Rita. I guess that's what I am 
at the moment. It's just that I've never cheated on my wife and I'm 
beginning to think that I made a big mistake when I came here. Maybe I'd 
better go." 

Rita finished her beer and put the can on an end table. I'd already finished 
my beer and I continued to sit there with the empty can in my hand, 
squeezing the damn thing until it was bent out of shape, telling myself to 
haul ass, at the same time thinking that I'd prove that I was a stupid jerk 
by doing so. 

"It isn't very flattering to be turned down," Rita said, her eyes and 
expression serious. "Especially when I know that's what you came for. In 
fact, I could take your rejection as an insult, Jim. I could even get so 
angry because of my frustration that I'd start screaming and yelling rape. 
Not that I'd do a terrific thing like that, of course." 

"I hope not," I said, forcing a smile and uncrossing my legs. "I think I'm 
just as tired of stalling around as you are, Rita. I'm not turning you down, 
that's for sure, and you can see the reason why." 

Rita's eyes dropped to my crotch. I might not be a giant among men in the 
cock department, but I understand that I'm above average. There's a fraction 
or so over nine inches of hard meat and muscle when I have an erection and 
right then I had a throbbing hard-on that was equal to the one I'd gotten 
while watching the big dog fucking my wife. 

Her face flushed, her eyes gleaming, Rita licked her lips and got to her 
feet. The robe parted all the way down the front. I stared at the poking 
breasts, the rounded hips, the dark-red bush growing between her full 
thighs, the long legs, then at the curly red hairs surrounding her cunt 
again. I felt my stiff prick make a series of little jerking motions against 
my shorts and blue uniform pants. 

Before I could ask if she wanted to go to a bedroom, or even had a chance to 
get to my feet, Rita rushed forward and dropped to her knees before me. I 
parted my knees and scooted my butt out closer to the edge of the seat 
cushion. She snuggled in close, her fingers going to the zipper tab. 

I decided that if she wanted to I'd let her suck me all the way off. I was 
confident that I could get a second hard-on and give her a second load. 
Because I did want to fuck her before I left the apartment. Since I was 
going to cheat on Carol, I wanted to get more than a blow-job out of it. I'd 
always enjoyed having my cock sucked, of course, but I'd always enjoyed 
having my prick in a hot pussy even more. 

Rita did a little fumbling, but she got the zipper pulled down without much 
delay. She didn't waste any time reaching in and fishing my stiff pecker out 
into the open. She caressed the throbbing shaft lovingly, using both hands, 
and said something about it being longer than her husband's penis. Not 
caring to hear about the size or anything else having to do with her 
husband's cock, I didn't say anything. 

Her fingers started gripping my thrusting tool, squeezing as she made 
milking motions, and a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit. She darted her 
tongue, scooped up the bead, then spread the clear fluid over the 
blood-engorged glans with the flat of her tongue. 

I thrilled to the delightful sensation, of course, but I didn't make a sound 
until she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my cockhead. Then I couldn't 
keep from letting out a little gasp. She was an expert, knowing just how to 
tongue the most sensitive places, starting a gentle suction that soon had 
the jism churning in my balls. 

Rita began taking more of my poking prick into her greedy mouth. She also 
used one hand to clasp and steady my throbbing shaft while reaching in and 
fondling my sperm-laden nuts with her other hand. I didn't put my hands on 
her head and I didn't do any hunching. 

I'd never been fast on the trigger. Even when I was just a kid I could 
usually last as long as I wanted to. Early in life the explosive moments are 
a lot more important, though, so, like most youngsters, I'd usually shoot 
off fast and often. 

It hadn't taken me all that long to learn that leading up to the ejaculation 
could be just as enjoyable, however, and I'd found that many females liked 
to coast for as long as possible before having an orgasm. A great deal of my 
pleasure had also had to do with pleasing my partner and I'd never been 
bashful about talking to a female about her likes and dislikes. 

As I said, Rita was an expert at the art of fellatio. I could easily tell 
that she performed the intimate erotic act just as much for her own pleasure 
as she did to please her partner of the moment. It was also obvious that she 
wanted me to shoot off in her mouth and wasn't just getting me primed for a 
fucking session. 

The sexy redhead had been sucking for maybe three minutes when she pulled 
her clinging lips from my throbbing cock and told me to give her what she 
wanted. She thought I'd been holding back. I met her passion-glazed eyes, 
grinned, and told her that it'd be a few more minutes even if I started 
concentrating on making it. 

She hadn't stopped milking my cock with her clenched fingers and she was 
still squeezing my balls. I didn't think she'd been sucking along enough to 
make her jaws tired. I also figured that she was steaming and getting close 
to an orgasm. I started to suggest that I fuck her to and through a release 
and then let her suck me on off, but she began sucking again before I had a 
chance to say anything. 

Knowing that she was getting desperate for my stuff, by the way she started 
sucking and trying to swallow my entire cock, I started concentrating upon 
shooting a wad. I dropped the empty and bent beer can to the carpet and 
began stroking her soft red hair. I also made little hunching movements to 
give her the encouragement she really didn't need. 

She took my swollen cockhead deep into her throat each time she dipped down, 
then sucked the crown furiously when she lifted, repeating the swift process 
over and over, and within thirty seconds I was well on the way to a roaring 
crest. I dug my fingers into her bobbing scalp, knowing that most females 
liked such treatment-just as I did while tonguing a twat. 

I remember thinking that Rita's technique compared favorably with Carol's 
lavish oral attentions. It was only a fleeting thought, however, because at 
the same moment I reached the point of no return. I groaned, clutched at 
Rita's head, tensed all over, closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and a 
torrent of hot cream gushed out of my jerking and jolting cock into the 
redhead's hungry mouth. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Rita managed to gulp down all of my spurting sperm and she kept on sucking 
and swallowing until she'd drained out the last few sluggish drops. My cock 
softened rapidly and I removed my hands from her head a full minute before 
she let the limber organ slip from between her lips. 

"You must be steaming," I said, meeting her jpassion-filmed eyes. 

"How long will it take for you to get another erection, honey?" 

The term of endearment told me that she'd really appreciated the opportunity 
to give me a blow-job. That didn't have anything to do with what I told her, 
though. I'd already made up my mind to go down on her. As I've said, she was 
lovely and clean and had that certain something that made me want to taste 
her twat. Meaning, of course, that I'd always been a little selective when 
it came to performing cunnilingus, even though I'd seldom fucked a female I 
wasn't also willing to lap and suck. 

"It isn't necessary to wait until I get another hard-on," I said. 

Understanding my meaning, even though she'd admitted later that she thought 
I might've meant that I'd use my fingers, Rita quickly got down on the soft 
and thick carpet on her back. I followed, not taking time to kiss and lick 
her inner thighs, or go through any of the other preliminaries usually 
associated with cuntlapping, dimly thinking that I'd shuck out of my own 
clothes before the fucking started. 

Rita lifted and parted her knees while I was slipping from the chair. I knew 
that I was going to enjoy msyelf very much as soon as I got a whiff of the 
pleasing odor emanating from between the already moist and slightly parted 
pussy lips. Seeing that the curly red hairs were already parted to each side 
of the slit, I didn't have to use my thumbs or fingers to prepare the way 
for my tongue and lips. 

Lowering my face and blowing my breath on the glistening cuntal lips, I was 
rewarded with a little gasp from the lips above. Figuring that Rita was 
already balanced right on the brink, I only licked the warm gash a couple of 
times and then slithered my tongue into her hot, clinging cunt. The sweet 
and salty taste of the aroused woman's cuntal fluids turned me on and my 
cock began lifting into another erection. 

I couldn't resist the impulse to prolong Rita's pleasure until I knew that 
it turned into near torture for her. I also got a big bang out of swabbing 
the walls of her tight pussy with the flat of my tongue, then tongue-fucking 
the clinging folds of cuntflesh until I had her begging me to go to her clit 
and finish her off. 

She'd been hunching as well as rotating her buttocks on the carpet while I 
held onto her hips. I slipped my hands on around and under and grabbed her 
firm and sleek ass when she suddenly lurched upward, causing my face to be 
buried deeper in her crotch. I lapped up higher and made contact with her 
clitoris. 

That slippery bump of stiffened flesh and muscle seemed to vibrate against 
my tongue. I got my lips around a goodly portion of the bid-shaped organ and 
added sucking to my lapping. Rita grabbed my hair and her ass wriggled 
wildly in my clutching fingers. Suddenly she tensed, her fingernails digging 
into my scalp, and I gulped down the released juices greedily, sucking and 
swallowing for a few seconds after she sagged limply and removed her fingers 
from my hair. 

"You're very good, Jim. You've had a lot of practice, haven't you?" 

I pulled my hands from her buttocks and lifted my head. "Hasn't everybody?" 
I asked, licking my wet lips and smiling. "Are you ready to be fucked?" 

"Jesus, yes!" 

"Only after I get as naked as you are," I said. 

Saying that she wanted me to get naked and that she wanted me to fuck her on 
a bed, Rita watched as I got to my feet. I'd recovered the strength in my 
legs and my cock was thrusting stiffly. Her hot eyes on my erect prick, she 
lifted her hands for me to help her up. 

I pulled her to her feet and she put her arms around my waist and pressed 
herself close. The underside of my hard cock rested against her warm belly. 
I put my arms around her and slipped my hands down to her shapely ass. 
Gazing into my eyes, her lips close to mine, she asked if there was any 
reason why I wouldn't want to kiss her. 

Saying that I couldn't think of any reason, I placed my lips on hers. She 
opened her mouth and turned what I'd started as a tender kiss into one of 
passion. I returned her tongue-probing kiss and we lashed our tongues 
together until she pulled away and said that she wanted to hurry to a bed. 

I was more than ready. I followed her jiggling ass across the room, my 
poking cock swaying from side to side. We went down a hallway and through 
the first door on the right, my eyes still on her bouncy bottom, and she 
practically threw herself on a king-sized bed. On her back, her hot eyes 
didn't miss a move as I quickly stripped myself naked. 

Climbing onto the big bed and between Rita's eagerly parted legs, I let her 
do the guiding. I eased my hard cock into her hot and moist pussy, remaining 
braced on my hands and arms after I had my ramrod-stiff prick buried balls 
deep. 

She clamped down on my cock and worked her inner cunt muscles just long 
enough to let me know that she had a snapper. I told her that it took lot of 
practice to have such an educated pussy. 

"Does your wife have an educated pussy, Jim? What's her name?" 

"Yes, and her name's Carol." 

"I don't even know your last name, Jim." 

"It's McClure," I said, pulling my cock almost out of her quivering cunt, 
then shoving it in again. "Do you want to talk or fuck?" 

"Both," she said. She laughed low in her throat, then added, "But the 
talking can wait! Slam it to me, honey!" 

I didn't comply with her wishes right away. I started out pronging her with 
slow and steady thrusts, gradually increasing the tempo until she began 
hunching faster and taking the lead. Then I lowered my chest down against 
her hard-nippled breasts and really began to slam the meat to her. 

Rita moaned and cried out when she slammed and I kept pounding away until 
she stopped all movement, both outwardly and inwardly, and then lifted my 
chest, leaving my hard cock still buried to the hilt. She wanted to know how 
long I thought I could last. I jokingly said a couple of hours, then told 
her that I'd be good for twenty to thirty minutes even if I started trying 
to ejaculate. 

"I'm so happy you decided to visit me, Jim McClure. I think I'll rest for a 
few minutes while we talk. I'd like to know why you did decide to give me a 
break, though." 

"Because I found you so attractive," I said, withdrawing and getting on my 
back, wondering if I should tell her the truth. 

Rita didn't speak again until she'd lifted, gone down and licked her juices 
from my poking cock, kissed the blunt end, then stretched out beside me. 
Then she wanted to know if I'd had a fight with my wife. 

"No," I said. "What caused you to ask that?" 

"There must be a special reason why you decided to cheat on her, Jim. There 
are many women like me, and I'm sure you just picked me because you knew I 
was available, but I really would like to know why you decided to have sex 
outside your marriage." 

I could think of no reason why I shouldn't tell Rita about seeing Prince 
humping Carol. Sometimes it's better to talk about things instead of keeping 
them bottled up inside and I didn't know anybody else I could tell-or would 
want to tell. It wasn't something many men would want to go around 
broadcasting, I figured, and I thought it'd be interesting to get the 
hot-ass redhead's reaction. 

As I talked, going into details, including the fact that I'd gotten a 
throbbing erection while witnessing the bestial act, I realized that the 
mental images were very exciting to me. I also knew that if I hadn't already 
had a hard-on I would've gotten one while relating the incident. 

After I'd finished, and after a short silence, Rita said, "You didn't sound 
jealous while telling about the dog fucking your wife, Jim. And from the way 
your cock's still poking, it's obvious that thinking about it didn't turn 
you off. What's the problem?" 

"I just wanted to get your reaction," I said. "Besides, I'm with a lovely 
naked woman now, so why should I lose my hard-on?" 

Rita turned over on her side, facing me, threw a warm leg over mine, and 
wrapped the fingers of one hand around my thrusting tool. "Thanks for the 
compliment, honey, and you're a lovely hunk of man, but I don't think you're 
really all that upset by what you saw. As for my reaction, I feel like 
rushing right out and buying a horny dog!" 

I'd been watching her fist moving up and down on my stiff cock. "What do you 
think your husband would say about that?" I asked. 

"You mean, if he were to come home and catch me making it with a dog? He 
wouldn't turn tail and run, you can bet your big cock on that. He'd probably 
get just as excited as you did. If so, he'd undoubtedly join me and the dog 
and let me suck his cock while I was getting fucked by the animal. I'll ask 
what his reaction would be at the first opportunity, honey, as you now have 
me curious." 

"I keep telling myself that it'd be silly to be jealous of an animal," I 
said. "Still, Carol and I made a deal before we got married. We said we 
wouldn't have sex with anybody else and...." 

I let my words trail off, realizing that if Carol hadn't been with another 
man I'd been the first one to cheat. I wondered what I would've done if 
Prince had been a man. 

Rita put the question that was in my mind into words. I told her that I 
didn't know, which was the truth, then added that I did know that I wouldn't 
raise hell with the man. She wanted to know why, and I told her that I'd 
been with too many married women myself, either knowingly or without knowing 
it, to get too rough with a man I caught fucking my wife. 

"How about your husband?" I asked. "What would he do if he walked in on us 
now?" 

"He'd want to turn it into a threesome, honey. So would I. If you were 
willing, anyway. Have you ever made that scene?" 

"Yes," I said. "When I was sixteen I started making it with a neighborhood 
hot-ass housewife. It turned out that she and her husband liked that kind of 
fun. It went on for about a year. Until the couple moved away. I enjoyed 
myself, of course, but I never really liked being that close to another man. 
Are you saying that you'd like for me to make the scene with you and your 
husband?" 

"Not if you aren't really willing," Rita said, letting go of my hard cock. 
"Are your nipples very sensitive? My husband's are. Do you like that?" 

The redhead had lifted and jabbed her hot tongue against one of my nipples. 
The nub jumped to attention, and I didn't bother to tell her the obvious. 
She licked across my chest to my other nipple and it was just as quickly 
stiffly erect. 

There wasn't any talk for the next few minutes. Rita gave the front of my 
body a tongue bath. I'm not very hairy. Rita told me later that she liked 
that fact. She also told me that she liked other things about me. Besides my 
big cock and my lasting ability, I mean. 

I've been told that I'm a good-looking fellow. I've even been called 
handsome by some people, female and male, but I know that when it comes to 
looks it's mostly a matter of personal opinion. 

I'm five-ten and my body is muscular enough. I have dark hair and eyes. I'm 
satisfied with the way I look, which I suppose is the most important thing, 
and I've always been an easy-going fellow. Maybe that's the reason I never 
did consider divorcing my wife after I saw her being fucked by the dog-and 
after many other things happened to drastically change our married life. 

Rita didn't miss much of my skin between my chest and my knees with her 
moistly parted lips and her darting, licking tongue. She did skirt around my 
dark bush and my jutting prick, and I moved my legs helpfully as she 
lavished her oral attentions upon my inner thighs, but she soon concentrated 
upon my balls. 

She licked the heavy sac until it was covered with saliva, at the same time 
returning one of her hands to my stiff pecker. While stroking my cock, she 
sucked one nut into her mouth, then the other, being gentle each time, 
twirling her tongue, then pushing each ball out of her hot, wet mouth with 
her slippery oral instrument. 

Then, licking up along the underside of my pulsing cock, she planted a wet 
kiss on the blood-engorged glans, and asked if my wife could give a good 
blow-job. 

"Yes," I said. "Not that I would know how to describe a bad blow-job. Is 
your husband good at muff-diving?" 

"He's very good," Rita said, her eyes on my dick. "He's like you in that 
way. He understands exactly what to do to give the most pleasure and it's 
almost like having another female do it. As it is with you, of course. I 
think I'll take a ride." 

I didn't say anything and again a few delightfully pleasurable minutes 
passed before any more was said. Her words had let me know that she went for 
the gay stuff. I'd had quite a few experiences with bisexual women, and I 
guess I suspected what would eventually happen, but I know that I hoped the 
husband wasn't bisexual. 

Rita straddled me, getting on her knees, then lowering her ass in a sitting 
position, spearing my cock into her cunt and grinding her crotch against 
mine before starting bouncing movements. Springing up and down on her bended 
legs, her weight on her knees and thighs, it didn't take long for her to 
have an orgasm. While she was spasming, her passion registering on her face 
and in her eyes, I reached up and fondled her poking and swaying, 
taut-tipped breasts. 

I still wasn't anywhere near even starting the dash toward a climax when she 
settled down, her succulent pussy quivering around my hard tool. As soon as 
she recovered, she lifted and again went down and cleaned my cock with her 
lips and tongue before stretching out beside me. 

Before she could start another conversation, I lifted and straddled her 
lovely body. I started out by feasting upon her boobies, one firm spiked 
mound, then the other, knowing that I was causing little electric-like 
Shockwaves to dart back and forth between her breasts and her loins. I knew 
this was true because a few females, including my very lovely and very sexy 
wife, had described the sensations to me. I also experience the same 
thrilling sensations when my own nipples are tongued and sucked. 

Lavishing my oral attentions upon Rita's titties until I had her squirming 
heatedly, I left the saliva-coated mounds and began working my way lower. I 
traced intricate little designs with my darting and licking tongue, leaving 
a wet, twisting trail on her trembling belly, at the same time molding her 
exciting nakedness with my hands. 

Rita's navel was almost as shallow as Carol's dainty belly button. I 
experienced a pang of guilt as I jabbed my tongue around and in Rita's belly 
button, but the feeling quickly passed. After all, I told myself, it was 
more natural for me to be sexing it up with another woman than it was for my 
wife to make it with a dog. 

I took my time as I kissed and licked lower, automatically comparing Rita's 
charms with Carol's. Rita's curly pubic hairs were dark red, as-I've said, 
and Carol's are blonde. Carol's skin is a kind of golden color, something 
like a light tan, and Rita's flesh was a creamy white. I'd always gone for 
blondes, even before meeting my wife, but that didn't mean that I didn't 
also go for the different types of attractive female flesh. 

Skirting around Rita's bush and cunt, I stroked her smooth and rounded outer 
thighs while my excitement soared as it always did when my face was near a 
pussy. She moved her legs helpfully as I kissed and licked one warm inner 
thigh down to the knee, then moved over and worked my way up along the other 
sleek inner thigh. 

Wanting to see as well as touch and taste, I moved until I was propped on my 
elbows between her lifted and widely parted knees. I lowered my hands and 
used my thumbs to part the puffy cuntal lips. The glistening inner folds of 
cuntflesh were a dark red, in contrast to my wife's cunt's pinkish hue, but 
the delectable fragrance was similar. 

It didn't bother me that I'd so recently had my cock in Rita's snatch. I'd 
lost what few inhibitions I'd ever had while getting a practical education 
in the pleasures of sexual expression with the neighbor woman when I was 
sixteen-and then when her husband had joined, of course. Before that happy 
event, the first time I made it with the sexy neighbor woman, I'd fumbled 
around with a few younger females, but they'd all been backward, bashful, or 
both-and possibly just as ignorant as I'd been. 

As the sharp edge had been taken from Rita's passion, she didn't become 
impatient while I took my time gazing upon what always remains something of 
a mystery to many men throughout their lifetime. It isn't always the man's 
fault, of course. Many females won't allow themselves to be so completely 
exposed to the eyes of their partner. Sad, I believe, but true all the same, 
and not really any more sad than many other sexual hangups suffered by so 
many men and women in this so-called age of enlightenment. 

Not all that much time passed between the time I started looking and started 
lapping. I really worked Rita over, sensing that she enjoyed a little 
roughness, and after nibbling at the tender tissues with my lips I chewed 
gently with my teeth. She lurched upward at that point, proving what I'd 
thought, and clutched at my hair and head with her strong fingers. 

Slipping my hands around and under and clasping her wriggling ass, I then 
went to what I've heard called the little man in the boat. That elongated 
passion-button seemed to be longer and more swollen than the first time I'd 
lapped and I sucked the slippery bump of sensitive flesh. Which it was, I 
suppose. Anyway, I lapped and sucked in what I considered to be my usual 
expert manner and Riat was soon once again caught up in the throes of a 
convulsive release. 

The redhead went a little wild, really, and if I hadn't been so experienced 
in the art of cunnilingus I might've thought I was going to smother or drown 
in the hot and wet folds of clinging cuntflesh. As it was, I easily managed 
to survive her blistering finish without any trouble, drinking down the 
released juices without ceasing my greedy sucking, and keeping on even after 
she'd relaxed and removed her digging fingers from my bobbing scalp. 

"Your wife's a very lucky girl, honey." I'd pulled my hands from Rita's ass 
and lifted my head from between her thighs. Deciding that she might be 
fishing for a compliment, I told her that I thought her husband was a very 
lucky man. Then, thinking about what had caused me to sample her charms, I 
said that my wife probably didn't feel all that lucky to be married to me. 
Rita wanted to know what I meant, and I said that Carol couldn't be 
satisfied with my capabilities if she needed a dog to put the blocks to her. 

"I think you have the wrong slant on things, Jim. What your wife does with 
the dog is probably just looked upon by her as an extra pleasure to enjoy. 
She isn't doing you any harm. Not if she doesn't hold out on you. Besides, 
you were really quick to grab an excuse for some outside sex. How long ago 
was it that you saw your wife being fucked by the German shepherd? An hour? 
Two hours?" 

"You made your point," I said. "And the mention of time reminds me that I'm 
supposed to be working. I'd better start my final dash, finish, then get out 
of here." 

While speaking I'd been moving into position between Rita's legs. She let me 
do my own guiding, then wrapped her arms around my neck as my stiff cock 
penetrated deep into her hot twat and I lowered my chest down onto her 
spiked titties. She licked my wet lips before jabbing her tongue into my 
mouth. Her hot and slippery tongue darted in and out of my mouth in harmony 
with my prick pronging her pulsing pussy. 

Soon we both had to break for air. I buried my face beside hers and kept 
increasing the speed of my thrusts. I'd started out fucking her fairly fast, 
concentrating on shooting my load, and she moved Tight with me. She even had 
her inner motor turned on part of the time, but after she'd climaxed twice I 
was still primed and pumping. 

"I thought you were going to let the jism spurt," Rita said. "What's wrong, 
Jim? Has my blabbing turned you off?" 

Rita had stopped moving. I left my cock buried, lifted, and looked into her 
eyes. "I guess I stalled just a little too long, Rita. It happens like that 
at times, you know." 

"I do know," Rita said. "The same thing happens to my dear husband quite 
often. He's a little older, though, and I'm sure he's also more jaded. Do 
you corn-hole your wife?" 

"I have," I said. "Not often, though, and only when she requests that kind 
of sex. She's a little tender back there and I've never been all that 
interested in ass-fucking. I don't like to inflict pain and an asshole's 
just a little too tight, anyway. Too tight for my comfort, I mean, but-" 

"I didn't ask for a speech," Rita cut in with a smile. "My husband sometimes 
corn-holes me when he has trouble getting his gun and I'd like to take on 
your big cock in that manner." 

"You should've let me finish my speech," I said, grinning. "I was going to 
make the offer. Do you want us to stay in this position?" 

"I'd rather get on my hands and knees," Rita said. Then she laughed and 
added, "Under the circumstances don't you think it'd be more appropriate to 
do it dog-fashion?" 

I laughed along with the redhead even though I didn't appreciate the attempt 
at humor all that much. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

After I'd withdrawn and Rita was on her hands and knees, I asked if she'd 
like for me to use a lubricant other than pussy juice, adding that when 
breaking my wife into that type of sex I'd used K-Y jelly. She said that 
we'd try it first without getting another lubricant, then told me that there 
was a jar of petroleum jelly in the drawer of the bedside table in case we 
found that it was needed. 

Getting behind Rita's uplifted buttocks, I looked at the tiny puckered anal 
opening. I'd told Rita the truth about my reasons for not caring much for 
corn-holing, but another reason was because the terrific heat always made it 
difficult for me to keep myself under control. In this case I was in a hurry 
to dump my load and get back to work, though, so it didn't make any 
difference. Besides, I'd always tried to please a sex partner and Rita had 
made the request. 

To make sure my hard cock was as slippery as possible under the 
circumstances, as it had been exposed to the drying air for some time, I 
shoved into the redhead's succulent snatch and let my entire stiff shaft 
soak for a few seconds. 

Then, pulling my wetly glistening and stiffly thrusting cock from Rita's 
clinging cunt, I placed the blunt end against her anus. I could feel her 
relax, a sign that she was no novice when it came to ass-fucking, and heard 
her tell me that she was ready. Her words were slightly muffled, as she'd 
leaned forward and rested a cheek on the mattress. I pushed and she groaned 
as my cockhead popped past the tight elastic ring. 

I gritted my teeth while adjusting to the heat. Leaving only my cockhead 
embedded in the hot and tight ass-flesh, I waited until she told me that she 
was all right, then slowly began to ease my throbbing tool into the tight 
tunnel. Rita clutched at the sheet and mattress with her fingers and made 
little whimpering sounds, but I knew that she didn't want me to stop. 

My cock was slipping in easily enough, due to the pussy secretions coating 
it, and I fleetingly wondered-as I had before-why anybody would want to 
suffer in such a manner. I'd been told by females, of course-including my 
wife-that the pelasure that soon resulted was well worth the short period of 
pain that had to be endured, but it still didn't make much sense to me. It 
seemed to me that there were too many other sexual pleasures to be enjoyed 
to even consider trying something that was painful in the beginning. 

Still, as I've said before, I like to please my partner, and Rita had 
requested the corn-holing session. By the time I'd plowed my pulsating prick 
to the hilt in the redhead's clinging, clutching rectum I was having to 
fight for control. Seeming to sense that fact, Rita remained perfectly 
still, except for a slight twitching around the base of my totally embedded 
cock, and I had time to mentally overcome my physical desire to let my 
throbbing cock explode. 

When Rita did let me know by a little hunching movement that she was ready 
and eager for the pronging to begin, I'd adjusted to the steaming heat and 
was sure that I could last at least long enough to make her climax. With the 
help of a finger or two in her cunt, of course, as it's usually necessary to 
stimulate a female in that manner when fucking her in the ass. 

Putting a hand on each one of Rita's firmly rounded hips, I slowly eased my 
hard cock out until only the crown remained encompassed by her clutching 
ass-flesh, then just as slowly pushed back in until my body-hugging balls 
slapped against her gaping gash. She moaned and said something about how 
great it felt and I repeated the slow process again and again, trying to 
think about anything and everything except the sensation the clinging heat 
was producing in my slowly pronging prick. Soon my feverish mind would be on 
nothing except the wonderful sensations, of course, but I didn't want to 
take a chance on leaving the sexy, hot-ass redhead hanging suspended 
somewhere out in space. 

I could tell that Rita was really enjoying the ass-fucking, but it must've 
been a couple of minutes before she began hunching along with me. Knowing 
that she was well on her way toward an orgasm, I started going all out, both 
mentally and physically, in my own dash toward a blissful climax. 

Soon I was really pounding the hard meat to-her ass, and I blurted out that 
I was ready any time she was. She moaned and said something unintelligible 
in a muffled voice, but I knew what she meant by the even wilder movements 
of her buttocks and the rest of her body. Figuring that I was good for 
another thirty seconds and about that many strokes, I leaned over and 
slipped one hand under to her fur-lined cunt without slowing my fast pace. 

Still without faltering in my powerful pronging, I inserted two fingers into 
Rita's quivering cunt, one on each side of her unhooded clitoris, and 
stimulated her by finger-fucking her in harmony with my prick pistoning in 
her asshole. Just as she shuddered through a spasmodic orgasm the jism 
churning in my balls shot through my throbbing cock and sprayed her churning 
bowels. She cried out with pleasure and I didn't try to keep back the moans 
that spilled from between my parted lips. 

We kept moving together slower and slower as our passions simmered down and 
my cock began to soften. I remained flaked out over her butt, back and 
shoulders for the short period of time it took for me to recover, and Rita 
said that she wanted to be with me and my big cock again. I didn't answer as 
I lifted and got a handy towel from the headboard, then used it as I 
withdrew my limber cock from Rita's flooded bunghole. She reached back and 
took the towel and told me that the bathroom was down the hallway, the 
second door on the right. I swung from the bed and she followed, clutching 
the towel in place, saying that she was going to soak in a tub of hot water. 

There was a shower stall. I stepped inside and closed the curtain, hearing 
Rita drawing the water in the tub as I adjusted the shower spray. I did a 
good job, working up a soapy lather on my limp cock and drained balls, 
wondering if I should agree to return. I wanted another session with the 
sexy redhead, of course, but I was afraid she'd want to bring her husband in 
on the deal (and I wasn't interested in making that scene. 

By the time I'd rinsed and stepped from the stall Rita was sitting in the 
tub. I took a towel from among several on a rack and gave myself a brisk 
rubdown. Rita was soaping her poking breasts. She looked at me and smiled. 

"I'd like to see you tomorrow at the same time, Jim. Early in the afternoon, 
I mean. Don't worry, honey. My husband won't be home. I know somebody else I 
want you to meet. I'm sure you've made it with two uninhibited females at 
the same time and if you visit me tomorrow I'll have one of my best friends 
here. Is it a date?" 

"I'll try to make it," I said, mentally excited. "I'll call you around noon 
if something comes up to prevent me from behing here." 

"If something comes up you'd better bring it here," Rita said, laughing and 
looking at my limply hanging cock. 

Thinking that if I didn't get the hell out of there I'd soon be making it 
with the redhead again, I just grinned and winked and hauled ass. I went to 
the bedroom, quickly dressed, and almost forgot my tool kit on the way out 
of the apartment. 

In the truck, I drove to the nearest phone booth to call the shop. I'd been 
after my boss to get a two-way radio, but he'd kept stalling, saying that 
business wasn't so good and that it was a lot cheaper for me to call in. He 
was right about it being cheaper to phone, but he was wrong about business 
not being good. Most of the time we were snowed under and I often wished 
that I hadn't answered the help-wanted ad. 

I'd been working for a larger outfit when Carol and I got married. After 
three months I'd changed jobs. I'd been doing mostly bench work at the big 
TV repair shop and it'd been almost like working on a production line in a 
factory. The pay had been good, and I'd worked regular hours, but I hadn't 
really been satisifed. Like many men, I'd wanted a business of my own and 
the deal with Acme had seemed like a faster way to reach that goal. 

Acme was a one-man operation when I was hired. Except for Claude Mayfield's 
wife, of course. Marie had always worked the counter and taken care of the 
bookkeeping for Claude. In fact, it'd been Marie's idea to expand the 
business by hiring me and buying the truck. Claude would've been content to 
just let things drift along. He had a drinking problem. 

Claude had put twenty years in the Army and he would've been satisfied to 
live on his pension. He was only forty-five, but he looked much older. Marie 
was thirty-five and looked younger. She'd pushed him, thinking that a bigger 
business would help keep him off the bottle, and she was also ambitious. 

She'd interviewed me and checked my qualifications. She'd offered me a 
little more money than I'd been making, but I'd accepted mostly because 
there'd been a hint that I might be able to work my way into a partnership. 
There'd also been other reasons for changing jobs. I wouldn't have to stay 
cooped up in the shop all the time, I could get the necessary experience to 
operate a business, and Marie was a very attractive woman. 

The latter was only a minor detail at the time, as I had no intention or 
reason to cheat on my wife, but it was a factor in letting myself be 
convinced that I had an opportunity to better my position in life. I'd taken 
just about all my savings for a down payment on the house and I didn't have 
the dough to open a shop of my own. 

Anyway, I'd talked it over with Carol, she'd liked the idea, and it'd been 
less than a week when I'd found out about Claude's drinking problem. He'd 
gone on a bender that had lasted two days, throwing all the work on me, but 
Marie had given me a bonus-and had continued to do so each time Claude had 
been gone or was too drunk to work. 

I'd had many chances to talk to Marie, of course. Ahd hadn't said it in so 
many words, but I'd had the impression right from the beginning that Claude 
wasn't giving her all the action she wanted and needed. I'm not conceited 
enough to think that when a female's being very friendly with me it 
necessarily means that she has the hots and wants me to do something about 
it, but I did have the definite feeling that Marie wouldn't have resisted 
any advances I might've made. In any case, my thoughts on the subject turned 
out to be correct, but I doubt that I'd ever gotten around to making it with 
Marie if I hadn't caught my wife making it with the German shepherd. 

When I made the phone call after leaving Rita's apartment, Marie answered, 
as usual, and she gave me three names and addresses. I jotted them down on a 
pad I carried for the purpose and she told me to return to the shop without 
calling again. I didn't think anything about that, as it was getting late 
enough for her to stall the calls for service until the next day, and I 
figured that I'd get off at the regular time. Claude had been on the wagon 
for almost two weeks and he usually managed to handle the rush jobs when he 
was sober. 

I replaced a couple of tubes for the first customer, but at the next two 
places I had to take the sets in for repairs. In fact, I tried to talk one 
of the customers out of having the set repaired. It was a wise-ass man, 
though, and I had to lug the heavy, out-of-date set down three flights of 
stairs, knowing damn well that the guy wouldn't pay the price Marie would 
have to quote when she called to give an estimate. It also meant that I'd 
have to return the set and argue with the fellow about the standard pickup 
and delivery fee. Life can't be all sunshine, though, so I didn't give the 
wise-ass another thought after getting the heavy TV set in the truck. 

I remember that I did have to lug the big set back up the three flights of 
stairs a couple of weeks later. The man wouldn't pay the quoted price and 
Marie had to threaten to sue before she finally received a check in the mail 
a couple of months later. 

I also remember seeing a woman walking a dog while I was driving back to the 
shop. I'd seen many females walking many dogs, of course, but this time I 
just naturally took a special interest. I even slowed the truck and took a 
good look at the young and attractive female with the Great Dane, wondering 
if the big dog got the chance to lap and bang his pretty and shapely owner, 
at the same time telling myself that it was stupid to judge all dog owners 
by what I'd found out about Carol. Still, such thoughts always pop into my 
mind when I see a woman with a dog and I can't help that. 

It didn't surprise me when I got back to the shop to find that Claude had 
left at noon and hadn't come back. I didn't say anything when Marie looked 
in from the office just long enough to give me that information. After 
unloading the truck, using the rear entrance and leaving the truck parked in 
back of the building, I sat down at my work bench and started checking out a 
portable set I'd already spent a couple of hours on that morning. 

My hours were seven until five, six days a week, and I'd often work a few 
hours on Sunday. Often I was carrying part of Claude's work-load, but just 
as often he put in more hours than I did. Carol was understanding about my 
long hours. I was making good money, as Marie always paid me overtime and 
often a bonus, and I'd gotten Carol interested in the possibility of a 
partnership. 

Marie and Claude had living quarters over the shop and office. I'd been up 
there quite a few times for a sandwich, or even a meal when I worked 
overtime, but Marine always seemed uncomfortable when I was in their living 
quarters and Claude wasn't around. That, in turn, caused me to be uneasy, 
and I usually walked a couple of blocks to a small restaurant for a bite to 
eat. When I heard Marie locking the front door at five o'clock, I started 
getting ready to go home. I'd finished the portable and it was going to take 
another hour or so to finish the set I was on at the moment. I was 
straightening my bench and putting my tools in place when Marie entered. 

"Would you mind too much working a few hours longer, Jim? I promised two 
sets for early in the morning before I realized that Claude had gone on a 
toot. The one on your bench and the big job over there in the corner. I'll 
fix you a hot meal." 

"You don't have to bother cooking," I said. "I'll call my wife, then eat 
something down the street." 

"I don't like to eat alone," Marie said. 

There was a smile on her full lips, but her dark eyes were serious. I told 
her that I'd be glad to eat with her, then went in the front to call my 
wife. Carol took the news okay, as she was used to me not being home for 
dinner and seldom started cooking until I arrived. I liked to relax with a 
drink or a beer after showering and before eating, anyway, so it was usually 
close to seven when we had dinner even if I didn't work overtime. 

It was shortly after six when Marie called down that it was time to eat. 
She'd prepared an excellent meal. There wasn't much talk while we were 
eating and after apple pie and coffee I said that I'd better get back to 
work. 

"How long do you think it'll take to finish the two sets, Jim?" 

"Two hours. Maybe three. Why?" 

"I thought I'd go out a little later. It gets lonely as hell around here, I 
guess you know, and I don't expect Claude back tonight. I suppose I'm doing 
wrong by keeping you from your wife." 

"She's used to it," I said. "Carol doesn't seem to mind, I mean, and the 
extra money comes in handy." 

"She'll at least have you to sleep with tonight," Marie said. "You do go 
right home from work, don't you?" 

"Sure," I said, getting to my feet. "Do you want me to help you with the 
dishes?" 

Marie told me that she didn't need or want any help and I went back down to 
the shop. Afterward, while working, I decided that I'd probably passed up a 
damn good chance to sample Marie's charms. But I didn't like the idea of 
taking advantage of her due to loneliness because her husband was out on a 
drunken spree. Besides, I'd had plenty of action that afternoon, it was 
possible that I'd be expected to do my homework when I got home, and I was 
already looking forward to the threesome with Rita and her friend the next 
day. 

Marie came down shortly after eight o'clock. 

She was all dressed up, as if she were going to a party, and she was very 
cool toward me. I realized that she felt rejected, and I did have the desire 
to enjoy all the sexual activities with her, but I still didn't think it 
wise to become intimately involved with my boss. Also, I'd made up my mind 
that the only way I'd make it with the lovely woman was if she came right 
out and told me what she wanted. 

Telling me that she'd see me the next morning, and not to forget to lock the 
door, Marie left. Her car was parked in back and I didn't start working 
until I heard her drive away, thinking that if I really needed some action 
there probably wouldn't be a pussy available. 

It was almost eleven o'clock before I had the big color set in perfect 
shape. The one Marie had indicated in the corner. I made out the statements 
on the sets I'd serviced, then made sure the door was locked when I left. I 
had the use of the panel truck full-time. That enabled me to leave our 
three-year-old car home for Carol. 

There was a feeling of relief when I discovered that my wife had already 
gone to bed and was asleep. I didn't feel like talking. Vivid mental 
pictures flashed through my mind as soon as I entered the house and I still 
didn't know if I wanted to tell Carol that I'd discovered her secret. The 
secret as far as I was concerned, anyway, as it didn't enter my mind that 
anybody else knew about my wife having sexual relations with the dog. 

I got a hard-on while taking a shower. That wasn't unusual, and if I had sex 
each and every time I got an erection I'd probably fuck until I was 
slap-happy. My cock had drooped by the time I joined my wife on the bed 
without using a light. 

We both slept in the nude-and still do-and I turned my back to Carol when I 
got under the sheet. 

Even in her sleep, or maybe in a drowsy state, she turned over and pressed 
her warm and perfectly shaped body against me. Feeling her wonderful warmth, 
her luscious full titties pushing against my back, her curly blonde bush 
crushed tightly against my ass, my cock automatically lifted into a 
thrusting, throbbing erection. 

But her hand didn't circle over my body and go exploring for my genitals, so 
I knew that she wasn't awake enough to consciously want sex. I briefly 
debated with myself, really wanting to lap and fuck my lovely young wife's 
sweet snatch, but I decided against it. Not because of the action I'd 
observed with Prince, as I knew that Carol had bathed and was fresh and 
clean, but because I didn't want the talk that might result if we had sex. 
And it wasn't only that I wasn't ready to discuss the action with the dog-I 
was afraid I'd spill my guts about the thrilling pleasure I'd enjoyed with 
Rita. 

I soon went to sleep, despite my hard-on and my somewhat confused thoughts, 
but I woke up during the night cuddling Carol and sucking on one of her 
beautiful breasts. Driven by a desire that had consumed me many times 
before, and knowing that my very sexy wife wouldn't object even when she 
became fully awake, I moved down under the sheet, kissing and licking the 
truly wonderful body of the girl I knew I'd always love no matter what. 

Nuzzling my face into Carol's warm and delightfully scented crotch, I used 
my tongue to part the short and curly pubic hairs. I licked the perfectly 
formed cuntal lips a few times, then snaked my tongue deep into the hot and 
tasty folds of cuntflesh. I felt my wife's lovely ass begin to squirm and 
then felt the sheet being pushed from over my bobbing head. I heard the soft 
little moans drifting down from the lips above and knew that Carol was fully 
awake. 

Grabbing a firm and sleek ass-cheek with each hand, I tongue-fucked Carol 
with all the skill at my command, losing myself in the glory of giving my 
dear wife the ultimate in erotic, intimate oral attentions, soon sending her 
soaring to the highest of all peaks by greedily lapping and sucking her 
elongated clitoris, the bump of sensitive and slippery flesh that I dimly 
realized was like no other I'd ever tasted. 

She'd grabbed my hair and head. I continued to gulp down the tasty 
secretions for a few seconds after she'd removed her clutching fingers and 
told me what she wanted. She used basic English, as we'd never been ashamed 
to speak bluntly, and I kicked free of the sheet as I moved into position 
for the penetration. 

I'd had a throbbing hard-on from the moment I'd discovered myself suckling 
her hard-nippled breast, of course-and undoubtedly before that-and I glued 
my wet mouth to her parted lips as she guided my ramrod-stiff cock into her 
sweet pussy. 

Carol wrapped her smooth arms around my neck and her long, sleek legs around 
my waist as we kissed passionately, using our tongues, and my hard cock 
plunged deep into her hot, clutching cunt. She used her snapper during the 
short time my pulsing prick remained buried balls deep, then turned her 
inner motor off as we broke the feverish, tongue-lashing kiss and I started 
fucking her with slow and steady strokes. 

We moved together as one there in the darkness and I wished there was a 
light on, even if I could easily picture her pretty passion-contorted 
features that become beautiful to me when she was so passionate. 

My wife had always been like a hot firecracker. She spasmed at least three 
times, bucking and lurching and crying out, before I was nearing the point 
of no return. Sensing that I was about to start my final drive, she made a 
suggestion that I knew was made for reasons other than saving a trip to the 
bathroom. I willingly went along with her wishes and we were soon on our 
sides and locked in the sixty-nine position. 

Due to many such thrilling experiences with each other, we were able to time 
it so that we climaxed at the same time. I sucked up and gulped down her 
released juices while she was just as greedily gulping down the hot cream 
spurting from my spasmodically jerking and jolting cock. 

We soon drifted back into a deep and peaceful sleep without exchanging 
another word. I do remember thinking that before too much time passed we'd 
just about have to talk and bring everything out into the open, though-and 
I'm sure I also hoped that she would be as understanding with me as I was 
prepared to be with her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Since our blissful sexual activities during the night weren't at all unusual 
in our marriage, they weren't mentioned by Carol or by me the next morning. 
We got up at the usual time, Carol fixed my breakfast as usual, and our 
chit-chat was similar to that of many other mornings. She did say that she 
might do some shopping, in case I dropped by the house and wondered where 
she was, and I didn't have any trouble keeping my mouth shut. I was 
beginning to dread more and more what would undoubtedly be a kind of 
showdown where our relationship was concerned. 

Prince hadn't barked when I'd entered the house the night before, as he'd 
recognized the truck and me, but he gave me his usual "good-morning" bark 
when I went out the back door. We kept the big animal chained to his roomy 
dog house, as we didn't have a fence, but we usually let him run free at 
least for a few minutes each day. He was very obedient and I'd never had any 
trouble getting him to let me chain him again, so I took the time to let him 
get some exercise. 

Driving to the shop, which took about twenty minutes, I suddenly wondered 
what Carol had thought when she'd seen me patting and playing with Prince. 
She could be laughing at me, I thought, deciding that possibility was enough 
of an excuse for me to visit Rita that afternoon. 

Marie had already opened the office and shop. She gave me her usual bright 
smile and cheery greeting and I asked if she'd had a good time the night 
before. She told me that she had, averting her eyes while doing so, and I 
asked if Claude had returned. She said he hadn't and I told her not to 
worry, that he'd probably show up soon. 

"I stopped worrying about Claude long ago," Marie said. "I stopped worrying 
about his drinking, that is, as I'll probably always worry about him getting 
into trouble while he's on a spree." 

The phone rang and ended the conversation. I went to work and remained at 
the bench for a couple of hours, as I never started making calls before 
nine. The morning passed in a routine manner and I didn't think of my date 
with Rita all that often. Luckily, I was able to arrange things after I'd 
stopped at a sandwich shop for a light lunch so that I had a couple of free 
hours during the right period of time in the afternoon. 

I took my tool kit, just in case Rita might be concerned about gossiping 
neighbors, and knocked on the apartment door at practically the same time I 
had the day before. The redhead was right there, smiling brightly, obviously 
very happy to see me. In fact, as soon as I was inside, the door was closed, 
and I'd put the tool kit down, Rita threw her arms around my neck and 
pressed herself close. 

Returning her kiss, accepting her hot and slippery tongue, I slipped my 
hands down to her buttocks and knew that she wasn't wearing panties under 
the thin dress. I sucked on her tongue until she pulled her head back, my 
cock responding to the oral pleasure and to her closeness. 

"My friend just arrived a few minutes ago, honey. She's in the bathroom. Her 
name's Sue and she's really more than a friend, of course. We've been making 
it together for almost a year. She's younger, only twenty-four, and her 
husband works with my husband. Let's sit down. Sue will be right out. I told 
her all about you on the phone this morning and she's very excited about 
meeting you." 

I'd let go of Rita's thinly covered ass and followed her over to a couch. I 
parked my butt beside her when she sat down, glad that I'd had sex with my 
wife during the night. My action with Carol had been a great joy, of course, 
but it would also help me last longer and make a good showing with Rita and 
the girl named Sue. 

"Did you tell your wife about seeing her with the dog, Jim?" 

"No," I said. "Did you tell your husband about the session you had with me?" 

"I don't keep anything from him," Rita said. "He got a big bang out of 
hearing about the dog fucking your wife. Did you have sex with your wife 
last night?" 

Sue entered before I could answer. She reminded me of Marie in a way. She 
had dark hair and eyes and an olive complexion. Her face wasn't quite as 
pretty-to me, anyway-but it turned out that she was just as shapely as 
Marie. I got to my feet while Rita was going through the introduction bit, 
glad my cock hadn't lifted enough to make too big of a bulge. I didn't want 
to appear to be a sex-nut right off the bat, even if I do sometimes think 
the description fits me to a T. 

"Rita has told me many interesting and exciting things about you, Jim. I 
hope you aren't too upset because of your wife's relations with the dog. 

Bestiality is really quite common, I believe, and the subject has always 
fascinated me. Anything having to do with sex fascinates me, of course-as 
Rita would be the first to tell you." 

I'd dropped my butt back down beside Rita and Sue had picked the chair I'd 
used the day before. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse. 
Her legs were bare and I could see enough of her thighs to make me want to 
see more. 

"I think I'm getting used to the fact that my wife likes to make it with a 
dog," I said. "She didn't cut me off, anyway, and I suppose I should be 
thankful for that." 

"Jim didn't tell his wife about seeing her being lapped and fucked by the 
dog," Rita said, getting to her feet. "Since Jim's time is limited, I think 
we should skip the talk for now and get on with what we all want. Any 
objections?" 

"Not from me," Sue said, smiling and also standing. "Why don't we stay right 
here where we'll have plenty of room?" 

Saying that she thought Sue had a good idea, Rita quickly whipped her dress 
off over her head. While the redhead was freeing her breasts, I leaned over 
and started taking off my shoes and socks. But I still managed to keep my 
eyes on Sue. She removed her blouse, wriggled out of her tight-ass skirt, 
then straightened and quickly unhooked her bra and revealed her high-riding, 
perky titties. I could see the dark bush through her thin panties and she 
peeled the brief garment down and off while I was getting to my feet. 

Rita had stepped aside, her hands lifted and cupping her poking breasts. She 
said that she'd just watch until I got acquainted with Sue in the best of 
all possible ways, and I could tell that Sue appreciated the words just as 
much as I did. I'd been lucky enough to make it with two hot-ass females at 
the same time before, and they'd usually wanted to start out making it 
together while I watched. I wanted it to be that way later with Rita and 
Sue, of course, but first I wanted to sample the many goodies Sue had to 
offer. 

I was glad that I'd put on clean shorts as well as a fresh uniform that 
morning. I never wear an undershirt during the summer, so that enabled me to 
get completely naked a little faster. By the time I stepped out of the 
circle my shorts and pants had made around my ankles my cock was totally 
hard and poking proudly. 

"Rita was absolutely right, Jim! You do have a big beautiful cock!" 

Rita said, "Suck the big beauty, Sue. As I also said, Jim can last and 
last." 

Her dark eyes gleaming, Sue moved forward and dropped to her knees before 
me. She caressed my stiff shaft lovingly with her smooth fingers for a few 
seconds, planted a moist kiss on the blunt end, then opened her mouth wide 
and engulfed the swollen glans. She twirled her tongue, seeking out the most 
sensitive places, then began a gentle suckling, making no effort to take any 
more of my thrusting shaft into her hot mouth. 

I liked the way Sue performed fellatio. She didn't get greedy, maybe because 
Rita had already told her that it'd take a great deal of time and effort to 
bring on a spurting reward, but I enjoy having my cock sucked by a female in 
a rather leisurely manner. I let Sue suck for a minute or so, then asked 
Rita if she hadn't told Sue that I was also a very oral person. 

"I told her that you have a very talented tongue," Rita said, her gaze 
remaining fixed upon Sue's bulging cheeks, her thumbs flicking back and 
forth across her own stiffened nipples. 

Sue ceased her gentle sucking, pulled her clinging lips from my 
blood-engorged cockhead, and quite gracefully got on her back on the carpet. 
I dropped to my knees between her eagerly parted legs, my eyes on her dark 
crotch, her slightly parted pussy lips, and she wriggled her ass against the 
carpet. 

"Just take a taste, Jim. You'll have plenty of time to eat pussy later. 
Right now I'm hot to have your big cock buried in my snatch." 

I met Sue's blazing eyes. "In other words, you want to be fucked 
immediately. I have the will power to keep my tongue out of your twat from 
now on, hot stuff." 

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!" 

"You didn't," I said, grinning. "I was just kidding and I will only take a 
taste for now." 

And I proceeded to do just that. Her cunt was hot and tasty, as I'd figured 
it would be, and after probing deep into the palpitating cuntflesh, I went 
to her stiffened clit with my tongue. I flicked the bud-shaped organ just 
enough to bring a gasp from above, then lifted my head and moved into 
position to plug her pussy with my prick. 

Sue was really hot to be pronged. She grabbed my stiff dick with both hands, 
then lurched upward as soon as the knob was in and her hands were out of the 
way. I started right out fucking her at a fast clip, riding high to make 
contact with her clit, remaining braced on my hands and arms so I could 
observe her passion-twisted face. 

She closed her eyes tightly and chewed on her own lips. She lifted her 
knees, dug her heels into the carpet, and bucked and wriggled like crazy. We 
fucked up a storm for maybe sixty seconds before she cried out, rolled her 
head back and forth on the carpet, her black hair swirling, and had an 
orgasm that lasted at least another fifteen seconds. I kept right on 
pounding away, aware that Rita had gotten down on the carpet beside us, 
fleetingly giving thanks that I had enough stamina to take care of both 
hot-ass females without even having to worry about holding back. 

As soon as Sue stopped moving, Rita told me to shift over. The redhead's 
words were really unnecessary, as I'd just kept on pronging Sue to make sure 
she was temporarily satisifed, and it didn't take me very long to withdraw 
my stiff cock from Sue's juicy twat and move over between Rita's long legs. 

Rita let me do my own guiding and she pulled my mouth to hers just as soon 
as my cock was embedded in her trembling pussy. I returned the redhead's 
passionate kiss and started pumping. She answered with counter-thrusts just 
a little faster and soon we were really fucking up a storm. She lasted 
longer than Sue had, maybe because my cock and style of fucking were no 
longer new to her, and I kept pounding away after she'd sagged limply and 
pulled her mouth and tongue from mine. 

"Shift over and fuck Sue again," Rita said, pushing against my chest. "Do 
you think you can last as long as you did yesterday?" 

"I'll give it a damned good try," I said, lifting, pulling my hard cock from 
Rita's juicy cunt, then again moving over between Sue's legs. 

Sue put her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers as soon as I'd 
slipped the meat to her again. We fucked more slowly the second time and I 
soon broke the tongue-lashing kiss and buried my head beside hers. Her hair 
smelled good and except for being black it reminded me of Carol's silky-soft 
hair. 

Soon I felt Rita caressing and kissing my slowly humping ass. Then I felt 
her rubbing her hard-nippled breasts around over my butt. I reached back 
with one hand and found her crotch. I slipped a finger into her snatch and 
finger-fucked her while holding onto Sue's wriggling ass with my other hand. 

"I'm just about to melt again," Sue said, her breath warm in my ear. 

I heard Rita say that she was getting close to another orgasm but that she'd 
prefer a tongue to a finger. I pulled my finger from Rita's cunt, not 
breaking the rhythm of my strokes into Sue's clutching snatch, and told Rita 
to come up where I could get at her. 

The redhead was moving before I finished speaking. With Rita's ass beside 
Sue's head and mine, it was easy for me to lap one cunt while I was fucking 
the other. Both females spasmed very quickly and Sue was surprised to find 
my cock still hard and my balls still loaded. 

I withdrew and went down and started lapping Sue's cunt. Rita moved down, 
got on her back between my legs, then started sucking my cock. I lapped and 
sucked Sue's passion-button until she had another spasmodic release. While I 
was still gulping down the secretions, and hunching along with Rita's greedy 
sucking, Sue said that she wanted to suck me all the way off. 

Rita pulled her mouth from my throbbing tool, got out of the way, and I 
rolled over on my back, my stiff prick jutting toward the ceiling. Sue 
didn't waste any time getting my cock into her mouth and this time she 
started taking the knob deep, working on the head with her throat muscles 
each time she dipped down. Rita started tonguing and sucking my stiffened 
nipples, each in turn, and I realized just how much I'd missed the thrill of 
having sex with two females at the same time. 

Marriage to Carol was great, including the many things other than the sexual 
pleasures we shared, but I couldn't keep from being glad I'd had a damned 
good excuse to make it with Rita and Sue. I should thank my wife for 
indirectly making it possible for me to enjoy myself in such an exciting and 
pleasurable manner, I thought, deciding that Carol would have no right to be 
angry or jealous even if she could see the heated action right then. After a 
few minutes Sue stopped her greedy sucking and said that she had to rest her 
jaws. Rita left the tingling nipple she was tonguing and sucking at the 
moment and went down and started sucking on a goodly portion of my hard, 
saliva-coated prick. 

"I'm really having a wonderful time," Sue said, her eyes on Rita's bobbing 
head. "We'll have to get together like this again. If our husbands don't 
raise hell, that is. They might not be willing for us to have another 
session with you unless you furnish a partner for them. It wouldn't 
necessarily have to be your wife, of course. Maybe you know a girl you could 
bring along to a party." 

I'd almost reached the point where I'd have, to at least start the dash 
toward an ejaculation or else be in danger of developing a stone-ache. I 
told Sue that I didn't know a single girl I could bring and that I wouldn't 
want to bring my wife in on a sex-party even if she happened to be willing. 

"I don't understand your reluctance to bring your wife," Sue said, her eyes 
still on Rita's bobbing head. "It doesn't make any sense to me. You've 
apparently accepted the fact that your wife likes to be fucked by a dog, you 
haven't even let her know that you know about it, and yet you don't want her 
to have the more normal sexual activities with another man. Does that make 
sense to you?" 

"Just as much sense as many other screwy things in this crazy world," I 
said, admitting to myself that Sue had made a good point. Still, I was sure 
that I'd be jealous even if I just found out that Carol was sexing it up 
with another man-and actually watching her being banged by another man's 
cock was completely out of the question. Rita stopped sucking and Sue took 
over again. The redhead met my eyes and told me that she agreed with 
everything Sue had said. I said that I'd think it over, figuring it'd be 
foolish to take a chance on making them angry enough to call a halt to the 
session before I wanted it to end, and Rita went down and started licking my 
balls. 

Within thirty seconds after Rita began lavishing her oral attentions upon my 
sperm-laden balls, Sue obviously sensed that I was just about to shoot off. 
She began concentrating on the swollen glans with her furiously sucking 
mouth, at the same time rapidly working her fist up and down on the 
throbbing shaft. I tensed all over, especially in my legs and stomach, and I 
groaned as the jism spurted. 

I had such a big load the hot, thick cream oozed out around Sue's clinging 
lips. Rita was right there, her tongue lapping up the overflow and making 
contact with Sue's lips and clenched fingers. Sue kept sucking and milking 
my cock until it started to go soft and the last drop of jism had been 
drained. As soon as Sue let my limp pecker slip from her mouth she and Rita 
mashed their mouths together in a passionate kiss. 

Rita soon pulled her mouth from Sue's and asked if I'd like to see an 
exhibition of lesbianism. I said that was one reason I was there and Sue 
wanted to know how I knew that my wife didn't also go for gay sex. Before I 
could say that I really didn't have any way of knowing everything about my 
wife, Rita told Sue not to bait me, then told me that she'd found out why 
Sue was so eager to defend my wife for letting a dog fuck her. 

"I'll tell him myself," Sue said. "I didn't really mean to bait you, Jim, 
but I do feel that any female willing to take on a dog would do just about 
anything. I'm judging them by myself, you see, as I've been a dog-lover for 
years." 

"You're telling me that you've had sex with a dog?" I asked. 

"Many times, and with quite a few dogs," Sue said. "When Rita told me about 
your wife I told her about my experiences along those lines. I'm not 
ashamed, but it isn't something a person goes around telling just anybody." 

"Does your husband know?" I asked. 

"Sure," Sue said. "He approves and also enjoys watching while Sampson humps 
me. That's my present dog's name. He's a Doberman and I trained him myself. 
Rita has decided that she wants to take him on." 

"Right now I want to take you on," Rita told Sue. "We were going to put on a 
little show for Jim, remember?" 

Rita and Sue did put on a show for me-and for their own enjoyment, of 
course. They started out by getting in the missionary man-woman fucking 
position, Sue on top, and they kissed passionately while grinding their 
cunts together. I'd been told by other women that two females could easily 
make contact with each other's clits in that manner and I could tell when 
Rita and Sue had a simultaneous climax. 

Immediately afterward Sue moved down and began feasting upon Rita's 
thrusting titties, one big mound and then the other, but the redhead soon 
said that she wanted to do some tit-sucking. After Rita had feasted upon 
Sue's smaller spiked mounds for a couple of minutes they shifted around 
until they were in the sixty-nine position. 

There really isn't all that much to see when two females are going at each 
other like that. The actual lapping is hidden from view, I mean, but I do 
find the sight very exciting and stimulating. The bobbing heads, the fingers 
clutching at wriggling female asses, the slurping sounds, all combine to 
arouse me mentally even when I'm physically pooped. 

In this case I was far from being physically finished, and by the time Rita 
and Sue had lapped and sucked each other to and through an orgasm my cock 
was thrusting stiffly again. 

I wasn't in any hurry to do anything with my hard-on, however, and the same 
was true of Rita and Sue. After they'd pulled their heads from between each 
other's thighs and had rested for a short period of time, Rita said she 
thought a beer would hit the spot. Sue agreed and I said that one wouldn't 
interfere with the work I had to do later. 

After Rita got up and went for the beer Sue and I remained down on the 
carpet. We didn't touch, though, and Sue looked at my poking prick and said 
that she just had to repeat the fact that she thought I had a beautiful 
cock. I grinned and told her that flattery would get her just about anything 
she wanted. 

"But not your wife, Jim?" 

"I might consider that," I said. "I wouldn't mind so much if a female lapped 
her cunt. In fact, I don't suppose I'd even be upset if she gave cunnilingus 
a try. As long as she didn't get completely hooked on the gay stuff, of 
course." 

"There's always that danger, I guess," Sue said seriously. "However, I don't 
think it'd be much of a gamble on your wife's part. Not if she really enjoys 
being fucked by you and she likes to suck your big joystick." 

"We're perfectly mated in the sex department," I said. "How did you and Rita 
happen to get started going down on each other?" 

"We'd both experienced all the various gay pleasures before, Jim. My husband 
and I visited Rita and her husband one evening and one thing just led to 
another. We were having a few drinks and the four of us got horny. Rita 
suggested that we all have some fun-meaning that we should do something 
about the two hard cocks, of course-and I encouraged my husband to go along 
with the idea. I didn't have to do much talking and Rita's husband didn't 
need any encouragement." 

Rita had returned with three cans of beer and had been listening to Sue. The 
redhead laughed and said that her husband had never needed any encouragement 
to try out a different piece of ass. She then sat down on the carpet and the 
three of us sipped beer for a short time in silence, then Rita told Sue to 
finish telling about their first party. 

"Rita and I didn't make it together right away," Sue said. "In fact, we 
didn't swap husbands right at first. After the four of us were naked, and I 
guess you know there was a great deal of staring, Rita sucked her husband's 
cock and I went down on my husband." 

"Just for a short time," Rita said. "To show that we weren't inhibited where 
oral sex was concerned." 

"The men proved the same thing," Sue said. "They went down on us before the 
fucking started, I mean. Then Rita's husband fucked her and my husband 
pronged me. They were both fast, mostly because of the circumstances, and 
after they dumped their loads Rita asked if I'd like to have my cunt 
lapped." 

"Sue didn't answer with words," Rita said, laughing. "She had her greedy 
tongue in my flooded twat almost before I finished asking the question!" 

"Rita didn't waste any time getting her equally greedy tongue in my equally 
flooded snatch," Sue said. "We went at each other like there was no tomorrow 
and both men had erections again by the time Rita and I pulled away from 
each other." 

"I was also the one to suggest that we swap," Rita said. "There were no 
protests and no jealousy afterward. We all had a great time during the rest 
of the party and have continued to do so at many parties since then. Shall 
we tell Jim now, Sue?" 

"Tell me what?" I asked. 

"I brought Sampson with me," Sue said. 

"The dog's in one of the bedrooms," Rita said. "Would you like to see the 
big animal fuck me, Jim?" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The information didn't surprise me, and I did want to see Rita being fucked 
by the dog, but I wasn't interested in having an animal's cock taking the 
place of my erect prick right away. I wanted to enjoy the various pleasures 
with the two lovely females some more before having a dog and his knotted 
cock there to give me competition. 

After I'd expressed my feelings on the subject, Rita said that she could 
understand and that she wasn't in any great hurry to experience her first 
session with a dog. Sue said that she'd always prefer a human cock to that 
of a dog's and moved close to me. She wrapped her fingers around my stiff 
pecker, squeezed, and asked what I'd like to do. 

I'd finished my beer and so had Sue. Rita finished her beer, then took the 
empty cans from Sue and me. I lowered my back and shoulders to the carpet 
while Rita was getting rid of the cans and asked Sue if she wanted to take a 
ride. 

Saying that she wouldn't think of refusing such an exciting offer, Sue kept 
one hand on my stiff prick while straddling me. She placed my cockhead on 
target, then slowly lowered until her hot cunt was encompassing my entire 
cock. She began springing up and down on her folded legs, clamping down on 
my tool with her inner muscles when she lowered, and I told Rita what she 
could do if she wanted to. 

The redhead answered with actions. She straddled my head, facing Sue, and 
lowered her crotch down over my face. I grabbed her hips so that I could be 
in control and thrilled to the way I was able to take care of two females at 
the same time. I couldn't see, of course, but I was sure that Rita and Sue 
were kissing and probably fondling each other's tits. 

Lapping one hot cunt while another equally hot cunt was moving up and down 
on my ramrod-stiff cock, I decided that I didn't really need an excuse to 
enjoy myself in such a pleasurable manner. Life was far too short to pass up 
any of the pleasures that were so few and far between in the first place. 

Rita and Sue spasmed at the same time. As soon as they'd recovered, which 
didn't take very long, they shifted around. While Rita was taking a ride on 
my hard cock, bouncing as rhythmically and using her educated cunt muscles 
as Sue had so recently done, I held onto Sue's hips to keep her from 
smothering me with her hot, wet snatch. 

It took longer for both females to spasm, and I enjoyed the heated action 
just as much, but I did feel that I could use a rest. I announced that fact 
just as Sue lifted her cunt from my mouth. Rita lifted from my hard cock and 
Sue went down and helped the redhead lick the cum-juices from the stiff 
shaft before they both stretched out on the carpet beside me. 

Sue wanted to know if I'd been holding back. I told her that I hadn't, but 
that I probably would before I shot off as I didn't want to ejaculate more 
than one more time. Rita said that she didn't blame me, then added that she 
thought it was nice of me to save some of my strength for my wife. Sue then 
asked if my wife had been a virgin when I married her. 

"No," I said. "In fact, I tasted and pronged her sweet snatch before we got 
married. I also made sure that she liked to perform fellatio. I wouldn't 
want an inhibited wife." 

"Then she'd had sex with other boys or men when you met her?" Sue asked. 

"I thought I'd made that clear," I said. 

"And you aren't jealous when you think about your wife making it with other 
men before you met her?" Rita asked. 

"Why should I be? What she did before I met her isn't any of my business. We 
did have an understanding that we would be true to each other, though. 
That's the reason I don't feel guilty about being here. I think I said it 
before, but it's a fact that if I hadn't seen my wife making it with the dog 
I wouldn't be having such a wonderful time with you two lovely girls." 

"Why don't you have a talk with your wife?" Sue asked. "She might be willing 
to swap. Would you leave her if you found that to be true?" 

"I don't think so," I said. "No, I wouldn't leave Carol. If anybody called 
it quits it'd have to be her." 

"I don't think it'd be much of a gamble for you to have a talk with her," 
Sue said. "After all, she couldn't very well raise hell with you for being 
here with us like this, could she? Not after you told her about seeing her 
with the dog." 

"Jim will just have to work things out by himself," Rita said. "With his 
wife's help, that is, and I don't think we should put any pressure on him, 
Sue. I wouldn't want to feel responsible for breaking up a marriage and I 
don't think you would, either." 

"That's right," Sue said. "I do hope things work out so that I can be with 
you again, Jim. It just about breaks my heart to think that I might not get 
another chance to enjoy you and your big cock." 

"The same goes for me," Rita said. "It wouldn't be fair to our husbands for 
us to make it with you again without you furnishing a partner." 

"I thought you weren't going to put any pressure on me," I said. Then I 
quickly added, "I understand the way you girls feel about it, of course, so 
let's just wait and see how things turn out. In the meantime, I think I'd 
better get rid of this hard-on so I can get back to work." 

"Do you want to watch me make it with Sampson before or after you get your 
gun?" Rita asked. 

"I don't suppose it makes any difference," I said. "I sure as hell won't 
delve my tongue or my cock into dog jism, though." 

"I'll take you on," Sue said, sitting up, then getting to her feet. "That's 
only fair, isn't it, Rita? You did have him yesterday all by yourself, you 
know." 

"Yes, and that included corn-holing," Rita said. "Do you think you want to 
take him on in that manner, honey?" 

"Not unless he insists," Sue said, meeting my eyes. "I'm a little tender 
back there, Jim, and I think you're a little too big, but-" 

"I've never insisted upon that kind of sex with anybody," I cut in. "Run 
along and get the dog. Watching while he fucks Rita might make me shoot off 
after just a few flips of your fingers." 

"I hope not," Sue said, smiling, then hurrying from the room. 

Deciding that I wanted to be out of the way when Sue returned with the dog, 
I got up and sat on a couch. Rita remained on the floor, her eyes on my 
poking prick. She said that she hoped things worked out so that we could be 
together many more times. I didn't say anything. I liked the idea, but I 
didn't think I wanted to pay the price. 

Sue was soon back with the Doberman named Sampson. She had the big dog on a 
leash. When the animal spotted Rita he started toward her. Sue tugged him 
back, at the same time telling him to sit. He obeyed and I saw the tip of 
his red cock sticking out of its sheath. 

"Get on your back and let Sampson lick your cunt, Rita. That's usually the 
way I start out with him." 

"Is there any danger that he might bite?" Rita asked, getting on her back, 
her feet toward Sue and the panting dog. "I don't mind admitting that I'm a 
little nervous!" 

"You don't have to worry," Sue said. "Sampson's very gentle, really, and I'm 
almost sure that he'd obey any commands you might give, Rita. It's just that 
I want him to get used to you before I let go of his leash. He can sense 
that you're nervous, you know, so that also makes him a little skittish." 

The dog looked quite calm to me. He was breathing heavily and his long 
tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, but his prick hadn't extended 
out any further and he hadn't moved after Sue had ordered him to sit. I was 
glad that he didn't seem to be paying any attention to me. I was probably 
more skittish than he was. I wasn't very comfortable being naked around the 
big animal, figuring that I'd be too damned vulnerable if he decided he 
didn't want me around. In fact, my cock began to droop. 

Saying that she was as ready as she'd ever be, Rita lifted and parted her 
knees. Sue patted Sampson's head, then removed the leash and took a grip on 
his collar. Telling him to look at the pretty pussy, which it seemed to me 
he was already doing, Sue tugged on the dog's collar and led him toward 
Rita's gaping gash. 

She started leading him, anyway. Because shortly after he was on all fours 
he headed right for Rita's exposed snatch with Sue bringing up the rear. The 
cuntal lips were glistening and the big animal started sniffing even before 
he got to his goal. Rita gasped and Sue laughed and said that a cold nose 
was a sign of good health. 

Even before Sue finished giving out the information I already knew, 
Sampson's cold nose was replaced by his long, wet tongue. Rita gasped in a 
different tone and began squirming her ass against the carpet when the dog's 
tongue started lapping. 

Sue still had a grip on Sampson's collar. She glanced at me and said, "I 
understand that some females break their dogs in by using honey or some 
other tasty goody, but I've never had to do that with any of the dogs I've 
trained. They like pussy juice and you can see that Sampson's getting turned 
on." 

I could see that the dog's prick was slowly creeping out of its protective 
sheath. Sue asked Rita how she liked it so far. The redhead had an 
expression of bliss on her face and she was fondling her own titties. She 
said that the sensation was super great, then laughed and said that she 
hoped the experience wouldn't spoil her where human tongues were concerned. 

"Not a chance," Sue said. "Sampson doesn't know what to do, really, and if 
he makes contact with your clit it'll just be by accident. He's just lapping 
because he likes the taste and the smell, and you know there's more to it 
than that where humans are concerned." 

"I was just kidding," Rita said. "It is a delightful sensation, though. His 
tongue is so big and hot and slippery. Still, I'm ready to be fucked if he's 
ready." 

Sampson's cock had apparently extended all the way out. The wetly glistening 
organ looked to be about the same size as Prince's pecker. Sue tugged on the 
horny dog's collar, told Rita that Sampson was ready, then told him that it 
was fucking time. 

I doubt that the animal understood the words, but he understood her meaning. 
Sue didn't have to do much tugging to get him to stop lapping and pull his 
head from between Rita's thighs. 

Sue told Rita to get on her hands and knees and the redhead quickly 
complied. Sue also said that she would do the guiding. I had a perfect view 
from where I was sitting, my cock once again hard and thrusting stiffly 
because of the sight I found exciting-and because I'd lost my nervousness 
due to being so close to the big dog. 

Sampson sniffed Rita's hiked-up ass just as if it were a first time for him. 
Which it was with her in that position, of course, and when he licked up 
through the split his long tongue continued right on up through the crack of 
her shapely ass. As he lapped up and down, his tongue seemed to linger on 
the puckered anal opening. Sue said she was sure the licking meant that 
Sampson wa instinctively making sure the hairs were parted so he wouldn't 
scratch his cock. 

Sampson seemed to quickly satisfy himself that the way was clear for him to 
prong Rita's pussy, because after only a short period of lapping he mounted 
her without a word from Sue. I should've said, the dog tried to mount Rita, 
as he just climbed on and started humping, jabbing his stiff prick as if 
already fucking, and Sue got down and did the guiding. 

The Doberman started right out pumping fast and furiously and Sue glanced at 
me and said that he could've eventually gotten his cock in Rita's cunt 
without any help, but that he might've shot off before finding the hole. 

"I've let him do it all by himself with me," Sue added, her eyes going to 
Sampson's humping hindquarters, "but just as often as not his stuff spurted 
before he had a chance to fuck me. How do you like it, Rita?" 

It seemed to me that Rita was showing by her actions and by sounds that she 
was enjoying being fucked by the dog. She was hunching along with him while 
moaning now and then. But she answered Sue without ceasing her swift 
movements, saying that the knot in Sampson's pistoning cock really added to 
the pleasure. 

"The knot's what I find so great about being humped by a dog," Sue said. "I 
think he's about to blast off, Rita." 

"So am I!" Rita exclaimed. 

Sampson humped even faster, then suddenly slammed in deep and held there 
while his hindquarters made quick little jerking movements. Rita stopped 
moving at the same time the dog stopped. Sue told the redhead to get out 
from under Sampson and get on her back. Rita did so, walking on her hands 
and knees and flipping over quickly. The dog went right to her pussy with 
his long tongue, lapping up the results of his own passion, and I said that 
Sampson, was obviously bisexual. 

Sue met my eyes, then looked at my stiff cock. "I understand that whatever 
an animal does can't possibly be against nature, Jim." 

"I didn't mean to insult your dog or you," I said, grinning. "I suppose it 
could be natural for him to do whatever he does even though you trained him 
to fuck human females. As for your bisexuality, I guess it seems natural to 
you and now I'm ready to do what is natural for me." 

"Sampson's just naturally giving my cunt and crotch a damned good tongue 
bath," Rita called out. "I know there isn't any dog jism in my bunghole, 
though, so if you need a tighter hole to enable you to get your nuts off I'm 
ready, able, and willing." 

"I thought I was supposed to get Jim's next load," Sue said. "If you want to 
be corn-holed, Rita, I'll help Sampson fuck you that way. He still has a 
hard-on and it might not be natural for him to plug an asshole, but what the 
hell difference does it make?" 

Sue was looking at me. I laughed and said that it probably wouldn't make any 
difference to Sampson and it sure as hell wouldn't make any difference as 
far as I was concerned. Sue smiled and said that she hoped I would be just 
as understanding when I had the talk with my wife. 

"I might even end up helping get her dog's dick in her back door," I said, 
mostly to prove that I really hadn't meant to insult or downgrade Sue and 
Rita because of the sexual activities they enjoyed. 

Sampson obeyed when Rita pushed on his head and told him to back off. She 
got on her hands and knees and Sue said that the dog's cock was slippery 
enough without any more lubrication. Again Sampson climbed aboard and jabbed 
his stiff prick blindly and Sue didn't seem to have any trouble guiding the 
glistening organ into Rita's obviously relaxed asshole. 

Sue remained on her knees when Sampson began pounding away in Rita's 
bunghole, but she moved sideways until she was a few feet from the humping 
dog and the hunching redhead. She asked if I wanted to fuck her dog fashion. 
I liked the idea and told her so while slipping from the couch, my hard cock 
throbbingly ready to be buried in her hot twat. 

She fell forward and braced on her hands and arms. I got behind her shapely 
buttocks, but I didn't take the time to make sure the dark hairs were parted 
away from the slit as the dog had done with Rita's red pussy hairs. I didn't 
use my tongue, I mean, even though if I hadn't been so horny I would've 
probably done so. I simply checked with my fingers, placed my cockhead on 
target, and speared my stiff shaft deep into Sue's quivering snatch. 

Putting my hands on Sue's hips, I started right out fucking her at a fast 
pace. She moved right along with my swift thrusts and it didn't take long 
for her to spasm. While Sue was having an orgasm due to my pistoning prick I 
heard Rita say that the swiftly humping dog was shooting off. I looked and 
knew that I could never hump my ass that fast. Not that I tried, of course, 
but I figured that was another reason women liked to make it with a dog. The 
speed of the thrusts, along with the knotted cock, undoubtedly gave a woman 
a sensation that a man could never duplicate. I just hoped that my wife 
would never learn to prefer a dog's cock to mine-or to any other man's cock, 
for that matter. 

Rita crawled out from under Sampson and he immediately started to lap the 
crack of her dribbling ass. I'd stopped moving when Sue stopped, leaving my 
throbbing tool buried balls deep in her juicy cunt, and she wanted to know 
if I was anywhere near a climax. 

I knew that I could concentrate and hold back a few minutes longer, but I 
also knew that I should get back to work, so I told her that I was ready to 
start my final drive. She told me that she'd rather be on her back when I 
ejaculated. I withdrew, saying that I liked some kissing with my fucking. 

Rita reached back, pushed against Sampson's head, and told him to go lie 
down. I suppose the big dog was glad to obey. His cock had retreated back 
into its furry sheath and I figured his balls were just as empty as mine 
would soon be. 

While Sue was getting on her back and parting her legs, I said that I wasn't 
all that interested in having a dog watching while I fucked. Sue told 
Sampson to go back to the bedroom where he'd been before. The big animal 
immediately got to his feet and padded across the room and into the hallway. 

"I'm going to get a dog and you're going to help me train him," Rita told 
Sue. Then she looked at me and winked. "Maybe I could borrow your wife's 
trained dog in the near future, Jim. Even if you fail to have a talk with 
her, I mean. We'll give you one more session with us if you will bring the 
dog, won't we, Sue?" 

"Maybe even two sessions," Sue said, smiling and holding out her arms to me. 
"Climb on and in, honey. I'd prefer your big beauty to any dog's cock any 
time." 

"Fuck the hell out of her!" Rita said. "I'll be right there to see that 
nothing's wasted!" 

Sue let me do my own guiding and I did fuck the hell out of the hot-ass wife 
of another man. Or maybe I let her fuck the hell out of me. Because when she 
really got going, with me clasping her wildly wriggling ass, my chest 
pressed against her spiked titties, and our mouths glued together in a 
feverish, tongue-lashing kiss, just about all I could do was hold on and in. 

Sue soared into an entire series of spasmodic orgasms when I shot my wad. 
She pulled her mouth and tongue from mine and pushed against my chest just 
as soon as my cock stopped spurting, though. And seconds later Rita was 
slapping my ass and telling me to move. 

Rita took time to clean my rapidly softening cock with her mouth and tongue, 
then got between Sue's legs and mashed her mouth to Sue's flooded cunt. I 
watched for a few seconds, then got to my feet, figuring it was a good time 
to leave. 

I started putting my clothes on and Sue wanted to know if I really had to 
rush away. She had her fingers entangled in Rita's hair and was hunching 
along with the redhead's oral greediness. I smiled and told Sue that I had 
to get back to work, then told her that I'd enjoyed myself very much. 

"So did I," Sue said. "I hope to see you again, Jim." 

Rita lifted her head from between Sue's thighs just long enough to smile, 
lick her wet lips, and say that she also hoped to see me again. 

I said that I wouldn't make any promises, but that if they ever needed a 
television set repaired I was their man. 

Dressed by-then, I met Sue's gleaming eyes, glanced at Rita's bobbing head, 
got my tool kit, and hauled ass-hoping things would work out so that I could 
be with the two lovely females again. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Back in the truck, I sat behind the wheel for a few minutes, wondering if I 
should go home and have a showdown with Carol right then. Deciding to wait, 
as I'd probably taken enough time off from work, I drove to the nearest 
phone booth. 

There were two service calls for me to make. After Marie had given the names 
and addresses she told me that Claude had returned. I said that was great 
and she told me that he was upstairs sleeping. I told her that was good 
news, as I didn't want to work overtime, and she told me she wanted to have 
a talk with me when I returned to the shop. 

Marie cut the connection before I could ask any questions. I made the two 
calls, both routine, but it took the rest of the afternoon. The two jobs 
didn't take all that long, but they were miles away from each other and I 
spent most of the time driving or tied up in heavy traffic. It was almost 
five o'clock when I got to the shop. 

As soon as I'd cleaned out the truck I went in the front to see what Marie 
wanted to talk to me about. She was just locking the door and putting the 
closed sign in place. She said that since it was so late she'd postpone the 
talk she'd meant to have with me. 

"There isn't even time to give me a hint?" I asked, grinning, hoping that 
she'd finally decided to cut me in for a share of the business. 

"I think I'd better wait," Marie said, her dark eyes serious. "In fact, it 
might be better to have Claude with us when we talk. It has to do with an 
offer we both want to make, Jim. Two offers, really, and you might not like 
one of them." 

I was curious, especially about there being two offers and the fact I might 
not like one of them, but I didn't quiz Marie. I figured that if I got pushy 
it might foul things up. I'd been patient up until then and I didn't mind 
waiting a little longer. Besides, I had other important things on my mind 
and I wasn't really in the mood to discuss what I was sure would have to do 
with my future in the business. 

I did ask Marie if she thought I should stay and catch up on some of the 
bench work. The question was mostly to let her know I was interested in the 
business-and the answer she gave was one I'd expected. 

She said that Claude would probably be up by seven at the latest and would 
undoubtedly work part of the night as he usually did after going on a 
bender. 

On the way home I gave some thought to what Marie had said, but most of my 
thoughts were on the pleasurable happenings during the afternoon and just 
how I was going to break the news to Carol. Because I knew that I'd tell my 
wife what I'd done after I told about seeing her with the dog. 

It did enter my mind not to tell about my actions with Rita and Sue, of 
course. But I wanted to be fair with Carol-and I also wanted to find out her 
thoughts where swapping was concerned. I wasn't all that proud of my 
thoughts on the subject, but I did feel that it wouldn't be any worse for me 
to condone sexual activities with other men than it Was for me to accept the 
fact that my wife liked to be lapped and banged by a dog. 

The car wasn't in the driveway. When I saw that it wasn't in the garage I 
was glad. It'd give me a chance to shower and brush my teeth before I saw 
Carol. I felt that after swapping spit with Rita and Sue and probing their 
hot cunts with my tongue I wanted to freshen my mouth before I kissed my 
wife. 

Prince strained at the end of the chain when he saw me. I took the time to 
walk over and pat him, maybe to prove to myself that I wasn't jealous, and I 
wondered if the happy-acting dog had gotten his nuts off with my wife that 
day. 

Stripping my clothes off in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth first, just in 
case Carol arrived, then shaved before showering. Even though my cock had 
taken quite a workout, I got my usual hard-on while working up a soapy 
lather. After I'd rinsed and given myself a brisk rub-down with a towel, 
though, my prick was again hanging limply. 

It was a little swollen from the treatment it'd gotten from the two greedy 
mouths and the two equally greedy cunts and I knew that if Carol got a look 
at it in the soft state she'd know that I'd had some type of sex. Thinking 
that I could always say that I'd gotten horny and had to beat off a batch, I 
went to the bedroom to get dressed. 

Putting on clean shorts, slacks and a sport shirt, I went to the kitchen and 
got a beer. I sat at the table until I'd drained the can, then wandered into 
the living room. I stretched out on the couch, thinking that it'd be a joke 
on me if Carol had been out with some lucky guy most of the day. I didn't 
find it all that disturbing when I deliberately tried to picture her being 
fucked by a faceless man. I didn't think I'd be as shocked to see that scene 
as I'd been when I'd spied on her and the dog. 

Deciding to try and take a nap, I'd little more than closed my eyes when I 
heard Carol say hello. She had both arms full of packages and a smile on her 
pretty face. She dumped the packages in an easy chair and walked over to me. 
I was really crazy about my sweet young wife, I thought, grinning and 
lifting my arms. She dropped to her knees on the carpet and I turned on my 
side so we could embrace and kiss. 

Carol broke the tender kiss before I could turn it into one of passion. "I'm 
sorry about being late, honey. I got a late start shopping and you know how 
the traffic is. I bought you a sport shirt and a pair of slacks. Do you want 
to try them on now?" 

She had pulled away and gotten to her feet. Suddenly worried, I rolled over 
on my back and said that I could wait until after we'd eaten. The last thing 
I wanted to do was try on new clothes, I thought. 

"What's wrong, Jim? You aren't hungry because I'm a little late, are you?" 

"I'm just tired and hungry," I said, closing my eyes, afraid that if we 
talked I'd blurt out everything that was on my mind. I had the feeling that 
it wasn't the right time. If there'd ever be a right time, I thought, 
opening my eyes in time to see Carol leaving the room. 

Realizing that I'd spoken sharply to Carol, and sorry because of it, I sat 
up and swung my feet to the carpet, thinking that I'd go say that I hadn't 
meant to hurt her feelings. But when I got to the kitchen she was busy 
starting dinner and didn't look at me, so I silently got a beer and went 
back to the living room. I snapped on the TV and watched a newscast until 
Carol called that it was time to eat. 

We ate the excellent meal in silence. I knew that Carol was pouting, waiting 
for me to explain my unusual behavior, but I was still stalling-feeling like 
a wishy-washy jerk while doing so, really-and yet unable to bring up the 
subject foremost in my mind. 

"There's something on your mind," Carol finally said after we'd finished 
eating. "Are you going to tell me what it is, Jim? Or are you going to keep 
on giving me the silent treatment?" 

"I think we're giving each other the silent treatment," I said, standing and 
forcing a smile. "There is something we have to talk about, Carol, but it 
can wait until later. Maybe we can talk for a change instead of watching 
television." 

There was a puzzled expression on Carol's lovely face, but she didn't try 
and stop me when I left the kitchen. In the living room, partly to have 
something to do, I opened the packages. Besides the shirt and slacks for me, 
Carol had purchased shoes and a handbag for herself. She'd always been very 
thrifty, even though I gave her a great deal of money and told her to spend 
it. Each time she bought herself something she always bought something for 
me that was near the same price. As I've said, she was a damned good wife in 
many ways other than in the sack and I didn't want to lose her-which was the 
main reason for stalling and being so wishy-washy, of course. 

Slipping out of my clothes right there in the living room, as the drapes 
were already pulled, I put on the new shirt and slacks and found them to be 
a perfect fit. I hadn't put on socks and I put my house slippers back on and 
went to the kitchen. I thanked Carol, said that her new heels and handbag 
also looked nice, then jokingly said that I guessed I'd have to give her 
some of the stuff cats and dogs and some humans fought over as a reward for 
her thoughtfulness. 

She'd finished her kitchen chores and was running clean water in the sink 
and down the drain. The bit about the cats and dogs had just popped out. She 
turned the water off, dried her hands, then faced me, her blue eyes serious. 

"What is it that we have to talk about, Jim?" 

She told me much later that she'd had the sudden feeling that she knew what 
the subject was going to be. Part of it, anyway, as she hadn't suspected 
that I'd actually had sex with somebody 'else. I told her that we might as 
well get comfortable, and she silently took off her apron and followed me to 
the living room. 

When we were seated, she on the couch and me perched on the arm of a second 
easy chair, she met my eyes and told me that she was listening. I looked at 
her lovely bare legs, her beautifully rounded lower thighs, and slipped my 
ass down on the seat cushion. 

"I have a confession to make," I said, not really understanding myself why I 
suddenly intended to tell her that I'd cheated before telling what had 
caused me to do so. 

"I'm still listening," Carol said after a short silence, and while I was 
trying to figure out just how I wanted to go on. She smiled. "Don't tell me 
that you finally let one of your hot-ass customers seduce you!" 

I'd told Carol about some of the female customers making a play for me by 
flashing flesh and broadly hinting, of course. Partly for my own protection, 
as often a rejected female can get quite vicious. I felt that a few were 
capable of getting my home phone number and calling my wife to give out with 
some hes just to try and cause me trouble. 

"That's exactly what I'm telling you," I said, almost holding my breath, 
thinking that a hell of a lot depended upon Carol's reaction to the news. 

A frown flicked across her face, then she let out a little laugh and it 
didn't sound forced to me. "Was she a good piece, Jim? Was she better than 
me?" 

"Nobody could be better than you," I said. "In my opinion, anyway, and I 
hope you aren't too angry and disgusted with me." 

"What did you do with her?" Carol asked. "'Everything?" 

"You seem to be taking the news very calmly," I said. "It seems to me that 
you should be raising hell or some damn thing." 

"The world didn't come to an end, did it? Maybe I do feel a little jealous, 
but I can't seem to be able to work myself up into a rage. Is that what you 
really expected me to do?" 

"I don't know what I expected," I said. "We did agree not to cheat on each 
other, you know. Since you are taking it so calmly maybe that means you've 
been cheating on me." 

"I swear I haven't been out with any man," Carol said. "Did the woman suck 
your cock? Did you go down on her? How many times did you ejaculate?" 

"The answer's yes to your first two questions and I shot off twice. Once 
while she was giving me a blow-job and after a prolonged fucking session I 
corn-holed her so I could hurry and get my gun aain." 

"Why the rush? Was she expecting a husband to come home at any moment?" 

"She has a husband, but she wasn't expecting him. In fact, she said she'd 
tell him about her session with me. I had to get back to work, you know, and 
I also wanted to save some of my strength for you. At her suggestion, by the 
way." 

"That was very considerate of her," Carol said. "And also nice of you, of 
course. Are you going to be with her again?" 

"I already have," I said. "That was yesterday, and she wanted me to visit 
her again this afternoon. I did, and as she'd promised, she had company. 
There was another hot-ass female there. We made the threesome scene." 

"You must've had a hell of a good time," Carol said, her full lips 
trembling. 

"I had a wonderful time," I said, hoping my wife wouldn't start crying-then, 
'or when I got around to telling about my knowledge of her actions with 
Prince. "There was one thing that surprised me, though. Shocked is a better 
word." 

"What do you mean?" Carol asked. 

"After the three of us had enjoyed ourselves in various ways I discovered 
that they had a dog in one of the bedrooms. He was like Prince. He was a 
German shepherd, I mean, and the visiting woman had brought him along. Her 
name's Sue and she's also married. She and her husband swap with Rita and 
her husband. Rita's the customer and-" 

"That's obvious," Carol cut in. "What about the dog? Did he try to bite you 
or something?" 

"No," I said, telling myself that I was a bastard for baiting Carol in such 
a manner, but at the same time thinking that any time she could put a stop 
to it by making a confession as I'd done-and was doing. "Sampson's like 
Prince in that way, too. He's gentle, I mean." 

"I don't understand," Carol said. "Why were you shocked because a dog was 
there?" 

"I was shocked because of what the dog did," I said. "Or, rather, what Rita 
did with the big animal. Sue has been having sex with Sampson and other dogs 
for a long time, I guess, but it was a first for Rita." 

Carol's pretty face was slightly flushed. "You actually watched while the 
woman made it with a dog?" 

"Sure," I said. "Rita got on her back first and let the dog sniff and then 
lap her pussy. Sue told her what to do, of course. After the lapping Rita 
got on her hands and knees and let the dog fuck her." 

"What were you doing all that time?" 

"Not much time passed," I said, almost adding that Carol had to know that 
fact. "The sight was very stimulating, though, and I fucked Sue dog fashion 
in her hot twat first and then in the missionary position. That was after 
Sue had guided Sampson's prick into Rita's asshole and he'd popped his nuts 
again. I asked them to send the dog out of the room, they did, and after I 
shot my wad Rita saw to it that not a drop was wasted. Now, after telling 
most of the details, I'm going to let you guess why I kind of went off the 
deep end and cheated on you for the first time since we mt." 

"You found out something about me and used it for an excuse?" 

"How many things were there for me to find out about?" I asked. 

Carol didn't answer. She closed her eyes and slumped down on the couch. I 
felt sorry for her. I told her what I'd seen, how I'd peeked, and even told 
her that I'd gotten a hard-on while watching her and Prince. 

Carol remained silent, her eyes closed. Shortly after I'd finished, and it 
didn't take long, as I'd already told her practically everything, she opened 
her eyes and sat up straight. Her face had returned to its natural color and 
she seemed quite calm. Outwardly, anyway. 

"I have a couple of questions, Jim. Do you intend to leave me? And why 
didn't you enter the bedroom yesterday when you saw me in there with 
Prince?" 

"I don't think you could do anything to make me want to leave you, Carol, 
and I didn't interrupt your pleasure because I didn't want to embarrass you. 
Would you mind telling me how you got started having sex with a dog?" 

"It started before I got Prince," Carol said. "I first made it with another 
dog, I mean. Would you like to hear the entire story?" 

I told my wife that I wanted to hear anything she had to say. She talked for 
quite some time and I listened without interrupting. 

Carol hadn't relieved her sexual tensions except by masturbation until she 
was almost fifteen. She'd had the idea that she wanted to save herself for a 
future husband. She'd also been bashful around boys. She'd been the quiet 
type and hadn't even made friends very easily with girls. She did have one 
friend, a slightly older girl living in the same block. They'd gotten 
acquainted walking to and from school together soon after the girl named 
Helen had moved into the neighborhood. 

There'd been visiting back and forth between the two houses, doing homework 
together and just being social because they liked each other, and Helen had 
first brought up the subject of sex. Carol had given the information that 
she was a virgin when questioned, then had admitted to fingering her cunt 
and clit when Helen had asked what she did for relief. 

This was after Helen had stated that she also masturbated whenever she was 
in the mood, but that she'd also had sex with a boy. It'd taken a couple of 
weeks for Helen to get around to telling that the boy was her brother, Paul. 

The news about the incest had been strangely exciting to Carol. One reason 
was that Paul was a year older than Helen, very good-looking, and Carol had 
already had fantasies involving him even though he hadn't paid much 
attention to her. 

Helen had soon changed that by getting Carol a date with Paul. He'd taken 
Carol to a movie and on the way home he'd parked to do some necking. She'd 
allowed him to get his hands on her breasts and snatch and had touched a 
cock for the first time. She'd already made up her mind to give him what she 
felt that she wanted as much as he did. 

Finding out that she was willing, Paul had told Carol that he knew about her 
being a virgin from talking with Helen and suggested that they go to his 
house. It turned out that the parents were swingers and didn't pay any 
attention to Helan and Paul-and Carol even suspected that the parents knew 
about the incest. 

It was a big house and it was possible to get upstairs without anybody being 
the wiser, anyway, and Carol had spent many happy hours there with Paul and 
Helen. In fact, the second time Carol and Paul dated, after the practically 
painless and very pleasurable first for Carol, Helen had turned it into a 
threesome. 

The totally uninhibited brother and sister had taught Carol just about 
everything there was to know about sex. Carol had been a very willing pupil. 
During a period of a few weeks she'd learned to enjoy cunnilingus, being 
performed by Paul, and had willingly performed fellatio, enjoying the act 
right from the beginning-and Carol hadn't protested when Helen had finally 
gone down on her. It hadn't taken her long to experiment and she'd soon 
learned to enjoy lapping Helen's cunt. 

There's been a family dog. A collie named Tippy. It'd taken almost three 
months for Helen and Paul to get around to telling Carol that they'd trained 
the dog to lap and fuck Helen. 

They'd been afraid that bestiality would turn Carol off. Just the idea had 
disturbed her at first, but after watching Helen enjoying the dog's lapping 
tongue and then being humped by the animal she'd been eager to give it a 
try. She'd enjoyed the dog's lapping tongue and pronging prick very much and 
the second time had reached back and done her own guiding. 

Almost a year had passed before Carol started dating other boys. She'd tried 
to be selective, especially with those with whom she had sex, but her main 
interest had to do with Paul, Helen and the horny dog. She was an only 
child, and her parents were quite strict, but she managed to arrange her 
sexual activities in such a way that they never suspected anything. 

After a couple of years Helen and Paul had moved with their folks, and 
Tippy, to the far side of the city, and that had put a damper on some of 
Carol's pleasure. Her parents had also tightened down on her freedom to come 
and go, obviously figuring that because she'd developed into a shapely young 
girl they had to be more strict so as to keep some fellow from getting into 
her pants. 

Carol had talked her folks into buying a dog to keep her company. They'd 
decided upon a German shepherd, Prince, so he could double as a watch dog. 
He'd been about half-grown and Carol hadn't wasted much time in starting his 
training. She'd started out by teaching Prince to lap her cunt. It hadn't 
been long before she'd had him fucking her and she'd never been caught by 
her parents. 

"That's about it," Carol said. "I've always been lucky about not being 
caught. Up until yesterday, that is, and as far as I know it has never 
occurred to anybody that I might be having sexual relations with my dog." 

"Up until yesterday I never gave such a thing a thought," I said. "Now, 
though, I catch myself being curious when I see a female with a dog. Maybe 
there are many people like me, just as there seem to be many females like 
you." 

"We are going to stay together, aren't we, Jim? I'm willing to give up 
Prince." 

"I see no reason for that," I said. "It'd be like locking the barn door 
after the horse got out, wouldn't it?" 

"Does that mean that you intend to keep on having sex with other women?" 
Carol asked. 

"Not necessarily," I said. "You've always kept me satisfied and I don't 
claim to be a super-stud. I'll take your word for the fact that you haven't 
made it with a man or men, but how about females? Have you had sex with 
anybody since Helen?" 

Carol hesitated, then said, "Helen's the only girl I've ever known in that 
way, Jim. However, since this seems to be confession time for both of us, 
I'd better bring everything out into the open. I did go shopping this 
afternoon, as the packages proved, but I also visited Helen. She has been in 
town about a week and this is the third time I've seen her." 

"You've had sex with her three times in the last week?" 

Carol averted her eyes. "Yes. I wanted to tell you, Jim. I tried a few 
times, but I just couldn't get the words out. The same is true where Prince 
is concerned. I've wanted to tell you, I mean, but I was afraid you'd raise 
hell and maybe even leave me. 

"I can understand why you'd feel that way," I said, meaning it. "Still, 
we've talked about some of the sexual adventures we had before we met, you 
know I'm glad that you're completely uninhibited, and I wish you'd trusted 
me enough to've felt free to tell me about Helen and the dogs long before 
this." 

"I'm sorry," Carol said. "All I could do is repeat what I've already said, 
honey. I do think you're a wonderful person to be so understanding and if 
it's really possible I love you more now than I did before." 

"That's nice to hear," I said, grinning. "The same goes for me. The action 
with Rita and Sue didn't change my feelings for you, I mean, and if you want 
to be with Helen again it's all right with me. What about her brother?" 

"Paul joined the Navy right after high school," Carol said. "I haven't seen 
him since then. Helen got married and moved to another city before I met 
you. She's divorced and has been for some time. She travels a lot and just 
stopped by on the way to the West Coast." 

"Is she staying with her folks?" I asked, exciting ideas and pictures 
flashing through my mind. 

"She's at their house, but they're in England. Would you like to meet her, 
Jim? She's probably home and I know that she'd like to meet you." 

"You'd call and have her come here now?" 

"Yes," Carol said. 

"You know what would probably happen, don't yu?" 

Carol smiled. "I think we understand each other, honey." 

"Call her," I said. . 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Carol got up and went to the phone without another word being exchanged. I 
knew that we were taking an important step, but I figured it was no more 
important than the steps we'd already taken. I felt that no matter what 
happened we'd remain together and I was even more interested in that fact 
than I was in the sexual pleasures we'd jaractically agreed to enjoy. 

From where I was sitting I couldn't hear what Carol was saying, but she 
didn't talk very long. After replacing the receiver she returned to the 
couch, sat down, then told me that Helen would be there in and about thirty 
minutes. 

"What did you tell her?" I asked. 

"Just that I'd told you about her and that you wanted to meet her. She 
didn't ask any questions, but I'm sure she knows what to expect. I told her 
this afternoon that one day I was going to get up enough nerve to tell you 
about having sex with her-and with her brother, of course. I guess she 
thinks I'm not for the kind of threesome sessions we used to have." 

"And are you?" I asked. 

Carol met my eyes and smiled, seemingly completely adjusted to the turn of 
events. "I'm just going along with what I'm sure you also want, Jim. I've 
done a little bragging about you and your abilities so I hope Rita and Sue 
didn't take too much out of you." 

"You know better than that," I said, feeling my cock lifting into an 
erection in response to my thoughts. "I don't think we're taking much of a 
gamble, do you?" 

"If I thought we were I'd try and call a halt to everything right now," 
Carol said, getting to her feet. "I think I'll go take a bath. I should be 
finished before Helen gets here." 

If I hadn't had two climaxes that afternoon I would've joined Carol for a 
fast fuck or a blow-job. But I wanted to save my strength for the sex party 
that was sure to start soon after Helen's arrival. I had no idea as to how 
Carol's friend would look, of course, but it seemed logical to assume that 
she'd be an attractive female. I didn't think my wife would go for any girl 
I didn't also find desirable. 

Time passed slowly in one way and in another way it passed swiftly. Carol 
remained in the bathroom at least fifteen minutes and I glanced through a 
newspaper, unable to keep my mind on anything long enough for it to 
register. By the time Carol returned, wearing a bathrobe and with her feet 
bare, my cock was no longer straining against my clothes. 

Thinking about doing something and actually doing it are poles apart, 
really, and there was the possibility that I'd be turned off when I saw 
Carol performing cunnilingus. I didn't think I'd ever really understand 
bisexuality, as I couldn't picture myself being intimate in any manner with 
a member of my own sex, and I made a comment to that effect when Carol was 
again sitting on the couch. 

"Is that your way of telling me that you've changed your mind, Jim? If so, 
all we have to do is tell Helen and I'm sure she will understand." 

"I didn't mean it that way," I said. "I want you to be happy, that's for 
sure, and I was mostly thinking out loud." 

Before Carol could say anything, and she told me much later that the idea of 
men making it together in any manner turned her off, we saw the headlights 
as a car turned into the driveway. Sure that it was Helen, I told Carol that 
I'd follow her lead. She just smiled and got up to answer the door. 

Helen was a tall and slender girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She had a 
beautiful face and her skin was a creamy white. I stood up when Carol let 
her in, then parked my butt again after we'd been introduced. She had a 
pleasant voice, almost as nice as Carol's, and I felt an instant sexual 
attraction and sensed that she also liked my looks. 

"I guess you were surprised to hear from me," Carol said after she and Helen 
were sitting on the couch. 

"A little surprised and very pleased," Helen said, looking at me and 
smiling. "Just how much has your lovely wife told you about me, Jim?" 

Before I could answer Carol said, "I told him just about everything, Helen." 

"And you approve, Jim?" 

Meeting Helen's glowing eyes, I smiled and said, "Let's just say that I 
don't diapprove, Helen. I want my wife to be happy, and if it takes gay sex 
and action with a dog to make her that way, then I'm not going to stand in 
her way." 

"Jim has his own reasons for being so generous," Carol said. 

My wife then went on and told how I'd seen her with Prince, what I'd done 
with Rita and Sue as a result, and I could tell that it was the first time 
Helen had been told that Carol still had the German shepherd. 

It took quite a while for Carol to give out with the information and Helen 
and I listened without interrupting. I got a little impatient, as I was 
eager for the talk to stop and for the action to start. I was more than 
ready to sample Helen's charms and my cock had again responded to my erotic 
thoughts, but I hadn't forgotten that I'd told Carol to do the leading. 

"You're very lucky," Helen told Carol, shortly after Carol finished by 
saying that I'd been very understanding about the entire situation. "I left 
Tippy with my folks when I got married, but I soon talked my husband into 
buying a dog. A German shepherd, by the way, and it turned out that my 
husband wasn't understanding at all. Not where dogs were concerned, anyway, 
and I never let him know about my bisexuality." 

"You told him about the dog?" Carol asked. 

"No, it was a situation similar to the one you just related, Carol. Except 
that Harvey reacted like the typical jealous and outraged husband. When he 
caught me with the dog he rushed in and kicked the poor creature's humping 
ass. It was quite a scene, really, and he threatened to kill me and the dog. 
I told him it was stupid to blame the dumb animal, and he didn't really want 
to do me harm, but that was the beginning of the end of our marriage. I gave 
the dog away, but Harvey couldn't or wouldn't forgive me for being what he 
called a wanton bitch, so after a few weeks we split for good." 

"That's tough," I said. "Still, I can understand your husband's attitude, 
Helen. I guess it takes a special breed to accept things the way I have. I 
used what I saw Carol doing as an excuse, of course, but deep down I suppose 
I've always kind of resented the fact that marriage kept me from enjoying 
sex with females other than my wife." 

Carol had let her robe gap open, exposing a goodly portion of her beautiful 
breasts, and she'd crossed her legs, revealing a shapely thigh almost to a 
rounded hip. I hadn't tried to hide my straining hard-on and Helen's eyes 
kept flicking to my crotch. 

After a short silence Carol looked at me, smiled, and said, "I know we're 
all sexy-hot, from the talk and because of anticipation, so we might as well 
quit stalling. I want to watch you with Helen first, Jim. I'm curious to 
know if I'm going to be jealous when I actually see you making it with 
another woman." 

Telling Helen that she'd heard my lovely wife express her wishes, I kicked 
my house slippers off and got to my feet. Her eyes on the big bulge in the 
front of my slacks, her face flushed with excitement, Helen kicked out of 
her high heels and stood up. Carol said that maybe we'd like to go to bed 
and Helen said that the carpet looked and felt soft enough. I didn't say 
anything. I just started shucking out of my clothes while watching as Helen 
just as quickly stripped herself naked. 

Helen let out a little whistling sound when she saw my thrusting cock, then 
moved forward and dropped to her knees before me when we were both 
completely naked. She had a lovely body and I soon discovered that she was 
an expert at the art of fellatio. Carol stared, her face flushed, and after 
Helen had greedily sucked on a goodly portion of my stiff prick for maybe a 
minute, as well as using her fingers to caress what she couldn't get in her 
mouth and down her throat, I asked my wife if she felt any jealousy. 

"Surprisingly enough, I don't," Carol said, briefly meeting my eyes, then 
again staring at my poking cock and Helen's sucking mouth. She laughed low 
in her throat. "Just don't tell me that Helen can give a better blow-job 
than I can even if it is the truth!" 

"I'd never do that," I said, chuckling. "Maybe we'd better tell her that 
it'll take a great deal of time and effort for her to get a spurting reward, 
though." 

Helen had started concentrating on the blood-engorged glans, twirling her 
tongue while she sucked, and one of her hands had gone to my balls while she 
milked the shaft with the clenched fingers of her other hand. She pulled her 
clinging lips from my cockhead, kept her two hands busy, and looked up at my 
face, her brown eyes blazing. 

"I envy Carol, that's for damn sure! An understanding husband with a big 
lovely cock! Who could ask for anything more!" 

"She obviously can," I said, grinning. "Namely, you and Prince." 

"We go right along with the fact that you're an understanding husband," 
Helen said, smiling and letting go of my hard, saliva-coated cock and my 
sperm-laden balls. "Do you think you can fuck me and still have something 
left for Carol?" 

"I try not to brag with words," I said, watching as Helen got on her back 
and parted her long legs. Her fur-lined cunt looked very inviting. I glanced 
at Carol. "Is it okay if I taste what you've already tasted?" 

"If you don't I'll think you're just being inhibited because I'm here," 
Carol said, her eyes going to Helen's crotch. 

Dropping to my knees, I snuggled in between Helen's long legs. I ran my 
hands up and down her outer thighs, finding her creamy white flesh firm and 
smooth, enjoying the pleasant fragrance drifting up from her twat. I used my 
thumbs to part the soft and curly brown hairs and the moist cuntal lips. 

The reddish inner folds of flesh glistened in the light and I saw that the 
unhooded clitoris was unusually long. I lowered my face and jabbed my tongue 
deep into the hot and wet clinging cuntlfesh. 

Helen lurched upward and I slipped my hands around and grabbed her sleek 
ass. She put her hands on my head and began squirming and hunching along 
with my tongue-fucking. I've never felt slave-like while performing 
cunnilingus. In fact, the intimate erotic act always gives me a sense of 
power that is perhaps the main reason I like to bestow the lavish oral 
attentions. I also like the taste and just the idea that I'm giving a female 
so much pleasure, of course. 

Soon, feeling Helen's fingers digging into my bobbing scalp, I knew that she 
was well on her way toward a release. I tilted her crotch at a better angle 
and went to her elongated clit with my tongue and lips. I lapped and sucked 
her passion-button until she bucked and lurched through a spasmodic orgasm 
and I gulped down the released juices with gusto. 

Eager to slip my stiff cock into Helen's hot snatch, as I've always 
preferred fucking to cuntlapping, I lifted my head from between her warm 
thighs as soon as she removed her clutching fingers. I glanced at Carol 
while I was moving into position to put the blocks to Helen. 

My lovely wife had scooted her ass out to the very edge of the seat cushion. 
Her robe had parted all the way down the front, revealing her golden 
nakedness, and her eyes were on my thrusting tool. I let Helen do the 
guiding, then remained with my chest lifted as my hard cock slowly sank into 
Helen's hot, clinging cunt, knowing that Carol was getting a big bang out of 
watching the slow process. 

I still had a couple of inches to go when Helen lurched upward, taking my 
cock to the hilt, and began grinding her pelvis agianst mine. I didn't move 
until she lowered her wriggling ass down upon the carpet. Then, staying 
braced on my hands and arms, I began fucking her with slow and deep and 
steady thrusts. 

Helen was a damned good piece of ass. Not that I've ever really had what I'd 
call a bad piece of ass, of course-as I've always been just a little 
particular about where I shoved my cock-but Helen did rate right up there in 
the class with my darling young wife. Rita and Sue had also rated right up 
near the top and I guess I've always been lucky in that way. I know I have. 

It wasn't long before Helen started spasming under my steady pronging. Her 
inner cunt muscles were just about as educated as Carol's and she put her 
arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. As I returned the 
passionate kiss, and met her darting tongue with my own, I was well aware of 
her spiked titties digging into my chest. Her breasts were quite small and 
perky, like Sue's, and I'm sure it was then that I decided to see if Carol 
wanted to make it with Rita and Sue and their husbands. 

I didn't even have to hold back while Helen was thrilling to an orgasm, due 
partly to the action I'd had that afternoon, and when she stopped moving, 
both outwardly and inwardly, I stopped pronging her juicy and still-tight 
pussy. 

Leaving my hard cock buried balls deep, I pulled my mouth and tongue from 
hers, lifted my chest, and met her passion-filmed eyes. She asked if I 
wanted to shift over to Carol. I looked and saw that my wife was standing 
and had removed the robe. I told Helen that I could prong her to and through 
another climax and still have plenty left for Carol. 

Smiling and clamping down on my hard cock, Helen suggested that we let Carol 
in on the pleasure right then. Saying that it would be fine with me, I 
lifted my upper body higher, looked up at Carol, and told her to do anything 
she wanted to do. 

As Carol silently dropped to her knees, then moved until she was straddling 
Helen's head, her lovely buttocks toward me, I knew that she'd assumed the 
same position with Helen and Helen's brother. The thought didn't bother me, 
of course, as the action had taken place, undoubtedly many times, before I'd 
known Carol. I did have a little sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach 
when I thought about the fact that if things continued as they were going 
I'd not only see my wife lapping a cunt, I'd eventually see her being fucked 
and also sucking another man's cock. 

But the pleasures of the moment prevented me from dwelling on such thoughts 
and I began caressing Carol's ass with my hands as she hunched along with 
Helen's probing tongue. I'd never gone in much for tonguing an asshole. In 
fact, aside from doing it to Carol now and then, and being introduced to the 
intimate act by the neighbor woman when I was a kid, I could just about 
count the times I'd bestowed that lavish oral attention. 

Anyway, looking at Carol's shapely ass there so close to my face, and seeing 
the tiny puckered anus seeming to wink at me as she moved along with Helen's 
lapping tongue, I knew that my wife would appreciate it if I used my tongue 
to increase and maybe double her pleasure. It isn't that I had to force 
myself to lean forward and lap the flat of my tongue up through the crack of 
Carol's ass. I did it because I wanted to-just as I willingly jabbed the tip 
of my stiffened and slippery tongue against the anal opening. 

Since she was experienced when it came to that sex act, Carol managed to 
relax enough for me to penetrate into the hot, tight tunnel at least an inch 
or so. I tongue-fucked my wife in that manner, at the same time resuming my 
steady thrusts into Helen's clutching cunt, and it wasn't long before Carol 
spasmed with the two tongues in the two channels. I did have a little 
trouble holding onto her hips and keeping my tongue on target, but I managed 
and didn't stop until she stopped moving. 

Helen spasmed around my pronging prick seconds later and again I wasn't 
close to having to hold back. Which I would've done, of course, as I wanted 
to last as long as possible with my hot-ass wife and her equally hot-ass 
friend. 

As soon as I let go of Carol's delightfully rounded hips, leaving my hard 
cock buried balls deep in Helen's clinging pussy again, Carol lifted and 
swung from Helen's mouth and head. I leaned over, licked Helen's wet lips, 
then licked my own lips in an exaggerated manner and said that my wife had 
just about the sweetest pussy in the world. 

"I'm inclined to agree," Helen said, her brown eyes still glazed with 
passion. "Do you think it will upset you to see your sweet wife go down on 
me?" 

"We'll soon find out," I said, telling myself that if the sight did upset me 
I wouldn't let it be known. 

As soon as I withdrew from Helen, and got out of the way and settled back on 
my haunches, Carol was right there, licking Helen's secretions from my 
stiffly thrusting cock. That didn't bother me at all, so I knew that seeing 
her blonde head buried between Helen's thighs wouldn't upset me. I just 
hoped that my wife wouldn't be embarrassed after performing cunnilingus 
while I watched. Carol took the time to suck my cock for maybe a mi ute 
before going down on Helen. I didn't think she was stalling. It was just 
that she kind of got carried away due to the fact that she likes to perform 
fellatio just about as much as she likes to be fucked. I finally tapped her 
bobbing head and jokingly told her that she seemed to've forgotten the act I 
wanted to witness. 

Immediately stopping her greedy sucking and pulling her mouth and tongue 
from my hard cock, Carol moved until she was between Helen's parted legs. 
She didn't hesitate. She grabbed Helen's hips and buried her face in Helen's 
crotch. Helen grabbed Carol's bobbing head, entangled her fingers in the 
blonde swirling hair, and hunched along with Carol's tongue-fucking. 

Helen wanted to know what I thought about seeing my darling wife lapping a 
cunt. I didn't have to force my smile and I wasn't lying when I said that 
whatever made Carol happy made me happy. I watched for a few more seconds, 
sensed that Carol meant to keep doing until Helen had an orgasm, and then 
got on my knees behind Carol's hiked up ass. 

Slipping the head of my cock between my wife's hot and moist pussy lips, I 
slowly eased my stiff prick all the way in, then just as slowly pulled out 
until only the swollen glans remained embedded. I put my hands on Carol's 
hips and began fucking her in the tempo I knew she enjoyed the most. 

Carol moved along with my pistoning prick, seemingly in harmony with her 
lapping tongue, as her head bobbed in the same rhythm, and I gazed into 
Helen's gleaming eyes. Helen's passion was also registering on her beautiful 
features. When she closed her eyes and clamped her perfect upper teeth down 
over her full lower Up I knew that she was having an orgasm. 

At the same time Carol began hunching faster and I poured the meat to her at 
a faster clip, still a long way from starting my final drive. Carol tensed, 
then shuddered through an orgasm just as Helen went limp. 

I'd been enjoying the exciting sounds. The little moans and whimpering 
sounds coming from Helen, the slurping sounds Carol was making while lapping 
and sucking Helen's cunt and clit. I left my hard cock buried deep in 
Carol's quivering cunt when Helen allowed her to lift her head. 

Carol told Helen that I hadn't ejaculated, then added that Helen could have 
my load in any manner she wished. Helen, meeting my eyes, said she'd like to 
change places with Carol. Saying it was all right with me, but not bothering 
to tell that I was still a long way from blasting off, I withdrew my stiff 
pecker from my wife's sweet pussy and got back out of the way. 

After Carol and Helen quickly made the shift, I waited until Helen started 
going down on Carol, then got behind Helen's uplifted buttocks and slipped 
my wet cock into her gaping gash. I started fucking her at a fairly fast 
pace, fleetingly wondering if she liked to be corn-holed. I found out later 
that she did, even though she was a little apprehensive about taking a cock 
the size of mine in her bunghole. 

It was strangely exciting to be gazing into my wife's passion-filmed eyes 
while she was enjoying a female's lapping tongue and I was fucking the 
female. I could sense that Carol was getting a big bang out of the unusual 
situation-unusual for us, anyway-and she volunteered the information that 
she didn't feel any jealousy. 

I told her that was very good news and she wanted to know if I could last 
much longer. After I'd told her that I was good for another five to ten 
minutes she told me that she was coasting, then tapped Helen's bobbing head 
and asked her if she wanted to suck my cock. 

I hadn't stopped fucking Helen while Carol and I were having the brief talk. 
Helen had also been moving along with my deep thrusts. She lifted her head 
from between Carol's thighs, stopped hunching, then said she'd like to suck 
my cock all the way off. 

Liking the idea, I pulled my prick from Helen's pussy and got on my back. 
Helen quickly moved from between Carol's legs and got on her knees between 
my legs. She licked the cunt juices from my poking cock, took the time to 
lick my balls, then started giving me a blow-job that compared favorably 
with Carol's talents and expertly applied greediness. 

Carol began tonguing and sucking my nipples, each in turn, and those 
sensitive nubs instantly jumped to attention. I was reminded of the action 
with Rita and Sue that afternoon and was sure that before the party was over 
there's be another similar happening. I wasn't worried, though. After all, 
I'd already seen my wife making it with Prince, even if it had been without 
her knowledge, and I knew we could both handle the situation okay when the 
German shepherd was brought into the house. 

Helen stopped sucking after a couple of minutes, but she kept her fist 
moving up and down on my stiff shaft. She asked Carol if she wanted to take 
a turn. Carol pulled her lips and tongue from one of my stiffened nipples 
and went down and sucked the crown while Helen continued to jack her fist up 
and down on the shaft. 

"Carol and I used to like to see the cream spurt," Helen said. "That was 
with my brother, of course, as we never got around to sharing another 
fellow. Paul's cock never did get longer than seven inches, but it was just 
about that big when he was just a kid. Is it okay if we let the first few 
spurts go into the air, Jim?" 

"It's okay with me," I said. "I only intend to shoot one more load tonight 
after this one, though. As you know, I ejaculated twice this afternoon and I 
always try and pace myself. I've had a few strains in my time and I've also 
been unlucky enough to fire a blank a couple of times. I guess you know how 
that hurts a man." 

"I've been told," Helen said. "By my brother and by a few other fellows. 
Don't worry. I won't keep pestering you until it turns into torture, and I'm 
sure Carol has never been that greedy." 

"We've always been fairly well matched," I said, my eyes going to my wife's 
blonde head, thrilling to the way her tongue was twirling around my cockhead 
while she sucked. "I thought we were, anyway. Until I found out about the 
extra fucking she has been getting from the dog." 

Helen didn't say anything, her eyes also on Carol's head and clinging lips 
and her own milking fist. Carol sucked for a few seconds more, then lifted 
and wanted to know if I'd started holding back. I told her that I'd just 
about reached the point where I'd have to start doing so if that'd been my 
intention and she told Helen to take over. 

"Gladly," Helen said, keeping her fist busy on my cock. 

Soon I felt the muscles in my legs tense and I couldn't keep from lurching 
upward for an instant. I knew that Helen had already sensed the imminent 
explosion, as being so experienced she couldn't have missed the telltale 
expansion of my swollen cockhead, so I didn't bother to give her any 
warning. 

At the exact right time for her purpose Helen pulled her greedy mouth away 
and up, held it open five or six inches directly above my throbbing 
cockhead, and I didn't try to suppress a little groan as my cock jerked 
erratically in her swiftly moving clenched fingers and shot out jet-like 
gobs of hot jism. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Carol had put her head close to Helen's and I knew that she could also see 
the globs of thick cream spurting into Helen's mouth and splattering on 
Helen's chin. After maybe three or four spurts Helen lowered her flooded 
mouth and sucked my gushing cock and I could feel and hear as she gulped 
down the results of my passion without ceasing her greedy sucking. 

I had a surprisingly big load under the circumstances, considering that I 
hadn't had all that much time to replenish my supply of semen, and Helen 
commented on that fact just as soon as she'd drained my balls and my cock 
and let the rapidly softening organ slip from between her lips. 

"Maybe it was because of the extra excitement created by the fact that my 
wife is a member of the threesome," I said, mostly to have something to say. 
"Isn't it the usual practice for the two females to kiss at this point?" 

Carol and Helen glued their mouths together in a passionate kiss and I could 
tell that they were lashing their tongues. I was sure that Helen had saved 
some of my cream for Carol, as that was the usual custom, and I was still 
glad that I wanted my life to enjoy the sex acts she found pleasurable. 

Carol and Helen didn't kiss all that long and they stretched out on the 
carpet, one on each side of me, and we rested in silence for all of five 
minutes. I remembered that I hadn't sucked on Helen's perky titties, but I 
didn't make a move to do so, figuring there'd be plenty of time for that and 
the other exciting activities possible between an uninhibited man and two 
equally uninhibited females. 

"I'm glad things turned out like this," Helen finally said. "I'm sorry I 
have to leave so soon." 

"How soon?" I asked. 

"Tomorrow," Helen said. "I made a phone call after Carol left this afternoon 
and promised to meet somebody in Los Angeles. A man, really, and I might try 
marriage again. The fact that he's rich won't have everything to do with my 
decision, but it will be given careful consideration along with his other 
qualifications." 

"Does he know that you like to have sex with a dog?" I asked. 

"I'll tell him before we tie the knot," Helen said. "I already know that he 
likes to swing. Maybe if things work out with him we can visit you and Carol 
and have a party." 

I turned my head toward Carol. "I'll leave it up to my wife," I said. 

Carol turned her head and met my eyes. "No, you won't, honey. I'll leave it 
up to you."- 

"That sounds as if you both have it settled," Helen said, turning over on 
her side and pressing her firm, warm body against me. She rubbed her fingers 
back and forth across my nearest nipple. "It's only fair for Carol to enjoy 
herself with other men, Jim. Don't you agree?" 

"I think everything will work out okay," I said. "I've always been fair with 
Carol and I expect to continue to be fair. Maybe a good way to prove it is 
to say that it's all right with me if you girls want to bring Prince into 
the house." 

"Now that's really what I call being fair," Helen said, running a hand down 
over my belly and plucking at my pubic hairs. "I hope you're willing to 
accept your husband's kind offer, Carol." 

My wife silently sat upright, then got to her feet. She put her robe on and 
just as silently left the room. Helen slipped her hand lower and began 
fondling my limp cock. I turned over and scooted down where I could get my 
mouth on one of her hard-nippled breasts. While I tongued and sucked, 
getting a great deal of the firm mound in my mouth, I rolled Helen over on 
her back and straddled her. She kept her hand busy on my cock and it had 
lifted into an erection by the time I shifted over to her other spiked 
breast. After feasting upon Helen's titties until her ass was squirming 
against the carpet and she was trying to tug my stiff prick to her pussy, I 
stopped, planted a kiss on her parted lips, and told her that I wanted to be 
up off the floor and out of the way when Carol returned with the dog. 

Smiling and letting go of my hard pecker, Helen told me that I didn't have 
to worry about Prince biting my cock. I told her that I didn't want to be in 
a position where the big animal could even sniff my ass. 

"Sit on the couch and let me do some bouncing on your big beauty," Helen 
said. "You will be able to last for one hell of a long and wonderful time, 
won't you?" 

"I just might get a long-lasting hard-on that will take some concentrating 
on my part to make go down," I said. "Not bragging, of course, but through 
practice I've learned to exercise a great deal of control even when I'm in 
the mood both mentally and physically to blast off." 

"Then let's have some fun while we watch Carol making it with Prince," Helen 
said. 

I liked the idea, said so, and when I was sitting on the couch, my cock 
thrusting stiffly, I put my hands on Helen's hips when she backed up to me. 
She eased herself down, placing my cockhead on target, removed her hand, 
then lowered until my prick was speared all the way into her hot pussy. 

She remained sitting, letting my cock soak in her tight twat, and that's 
when I found out that she liked to be corn-holed, but that she wasn't sure 
she wanted to take my cock in that manner. This was after I'd asked the 
question-and she also told me she'd always been just a little too tender 
back there. Seconds after I'd told Helen that I never fucked a girl in the 
ass unless there was a request to do so, Carol entered with Prince. 

My wife had the big German shepherd on a leash. He started for Helen-and for 
me-and I spoke a little sharply when I told Carol to keep the animal away 
from me. Carol laughed and told Prince to sit. He did so, close enough for 
Helen to pat his head, but he didn't make a move to get any closer. 

I should've known that Carol could keep the dog under control. After all, 
he'd always obeyed my commands. I suppose I just figured that with the scent 
of pussy in the air the animal would be difficult to handle. 

Carol detached the leash from Prince's collar, dropped it to the floor, then 
slipped out of her robe and tossed it aside. "You two look as if you're 
enjoying yourselves," she said, meeting my eyes. "I guess that means that 
I'm to take on Prince first." 

"It does seem to've worked out that way," I said, grinning and reaching up 
under Helen's arms and grabbing her taut-tipped titties. "I'm just a 
spectator where the dog lapping and fucking is concerned. You girls just go 
ahead and give the dog his jollies in any way you wish." 

"He'll also give us our jollies," Helen said, laughing and jiggling up and 
down on my hard cock a few times. "Let him lap your cunt first, Carol. With 
you on your back, I mean. That's always an exciting sight. I do think I have 
the best of the bargain at the moment, though, as we've often agreed that a 
dog's jabbing prick could never really take the place of a man's hard cock." 

Carol did hesitate, as if waiting for more encouragement from me, but when I 
didn't say anything she got down on her back. Parting her legs, and in a 
position where Helen and I would have a perfect view, she used both hands to 
part her blonde hairs and pink pussy lips. 

Prince's long tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, and he was 
looking at my wife's crotch, but he didn't make a move toward her until she 
called his name. That was all she said, just his name, and he got to his 
feet and padded over to her. Stopping between her widely spread legs, the 
dog sniffed, then lapped his long tongue up between the cunt lips she was 
still holding apart with her fingers. 

Helen started bouncing up and down on my ramrod-stiff cock, blocking my view 
for a few seconds at a time, but I managed to see well enough. I still 
couldn't understand why I was so fascinated by the sight of a dog lapping 
and pronging a woman, but I accepted the fact and let it go at that. 

Carol didn't let Prince lap her cunt for very long. She pushed on his head, 
at the same time telling him to back off, and he immediately obeyed. I could 
easily understand the reason. He had a hard-on and he knew from experience 
what to expect. He seemed patient enough, however, as Carol got on her hands 
and knees and he didn't move until Carol put a hand back and patted a cheek 
of her ass. 

Prince moved forward, swiped his tongue up through Carol's gash and the 
crack of her ass, then lifted up to mount her. He began humping, jabbing his 
stiff prick as I expected him to do, and Carol reached back between her legs 
and did the guiding. Also as I expected, the big dog started right out 
fucking fast and furiously as soon as his knotted cock was in Carol's cunt. 

My wife hunched along with the humping dog and Helen stopped bouncing and 
ground herself down on my stiff cock. I squeezed her spiked titties and she 
melted at the same time Prince's hindquarters tensed for an instant and then 
humped erratically as he shot his load into Carol's snatch. From the little 
moans I could hear coming from Carol's parted lips, seeming to blend with 
the sounds of passion coming from Helen's mouth, I knew that Carol was also 
enjoying an orgasm. 

Carol walked on her hands and knees out from under the big German shepherd 
and flipped over on her back. She lifted her knees, spread them apart, and 
the dog moved in and began greedily lapping her cunt. When Helen started 
lifting from my poking prick I let go of her titties. She slipped to the 
carpet, turned, and began licking her own glistening secretions from my 
thrusting tool. 

"Prince still has a hard-on," Carol said. "Do you want him to fuck you now, 
Helen?" 

Helen had taken my blood-engorged cockhead into her hot mouth and started 
sucking. When she heard Carol's words she pulled her mouth and tongue away 
and said that she'd like to suck my cock while Prince fucked her. I couldn't 
think of any reason not to go along with what she wanted, so when she got 
out of the way I got down and stretched out on the carpet. 

After Helen started going down on me again, her ass hiked high, Carol said 
that she'd handle Prince. She moved until she was on her knees beside 
Helen's shapely butt, let Prince lap Helen's cunt and crack for a short 
time, then told the dog to mount Helen. Carol guided the animal's jabbing 
prick into Helen's pussy and he humped her at a much slower pace then when 
he'd fucked Carol. Which was easy to understand, of course, as the edge had 
been taken off his sexual excitement by his first ejaculation. 

Thinking that I could lap Carol's sweet snatch if she hadn't been lapped and 
fucked by the dog, I told her that I could see only one problem. She 
understood and said that she and Helen would take a bath or shower after 
Prince had shot his second load. 

The dog had started humping Helen at a faster clip, she'd started sucking my 
cock more greedily, and I told Carol that sometime I'd let her suck roe all 
the way off while Prince was fucking her. I knew that many females liked to 
have two cocks going off at the same time in two different places and I 
figured the same would be true of my wife. It did enter my mind that she 
could've already experienced that pleasure-and undoubtedly had with Helen's 
brother and the other dog-but I was thinking of another man's cock instead 
of a dog's knotted prick. 

Carol gave me a quick smile, said that she had enjoyed that type of 
threesome very much, then MtasMd her attention to Prince's humping 
hindquarters. I could tell when the dog's jism spurted into Helen's cunt, 
from the way he hunched and from the way she sucked my cock as well as by 
the way he behaved. 

As soon as Prince dismounted, Helen pulled her clinging lips from my jutting 
prick and got on her back. The dog did his thing again, obviously doing a 
damn good job of cleaning Helen's cunt and crotch, and Helen asked the 
question that was on my mind. 

"Did you ever get around to making it with two men at the same time, Carol? 
When I wasn't around and before you got married, I mean." 

"No," Carol said, getting to her feet. She got her robe, put it on, then got 
the leash and attached it to the lapping dog's collar. "Come on, Prince. I 
think you've had enough for now." 

The big animal meekly let Carol lead him from the room. I saw that his cock 
had disappeared into its furry sheath and told Helen I didn't think Prince 
was disappointed about leaving. Her eyes on my thrusting cock, Helen wanted 
to know if I'd be upset if I found that Carol wanted to make it with two men 
at the same time. 

"No," I said. "I like to have sex with two women at the same time, as I've 
just proved to my wife, so why should I be upset because she might want to 
try two human cocks at the same time? Besides, how could anything upset me 
after what I've already seen Carol do?" 

"Maybe I'm mostly talking to keep from taking your lovely cock in my mouth," 
Helen said, smiling and meeting my eyes for a moment. "I don't want you to 
get turned off by my greediness, Jim. I've had that happen with quite a few 
men, including my husband and my brother, and sometimes I think nature 
goofed by not making it so a man could climax like a woman." 

"I know what you mean and I agree," I said. "However, maybe I'm not like 
most men. Or some men, I guess I should've said. Anyway, I can enjoy sex 
without having to ejaculate. Up to a certain point, of course. I'd like to 
fuck and be sucked even if there wasn't any thrilling moments at the end, I 
mean, and I guess that sounds nutty." 

"Not to me," Helen said, moving closer and planting a wet kiss on the blunt 
end of my thrusting cock. "I like to coast along when I'm being lapped or 
fucked, but I'm glad I'm capable of having orgasms and entire series of 
orgasms time after time. I often have a release when I'm sucking a cock or 
lapping a cunt. Without being touched myself, I mean." 

Before Helen had a chance to start sucking my cock, which I knew she was 
just about to do, Carol entered. My wife removed her robe, but she remained 
standing and said that she and Helen needed a bath. I silently agreed and 
suggested that we all take a shower together. 

Carol and Helen both said they liked the idea and we had a lot of fun while 
squeezed together in the stall. After we'd gotten our bodies wet we turned 
the spray off and soaped each other. I paid just as much attention to one 
lovely female as I did the other, lathering their titties and probing their 
cunts and assholes with my soap-slippery fingers, and they kept their soapy 
fingers busy on my body. 

They concentrated on my stiffly thrusting cock most of the time-and my heavy 
balls-but they also stimulated my sensitive nipples. After a few minutes of 
playing around like that, and while I had a finger in each slippery snatch, 
Helen said she'd like to be fucked. I pulled my fingers from both cunts and 
kiddingly asked Helen which hole she wanted pronged. 

Helen turned around and wiggled her butt against my stiff and soapy cock. 
She didn't answer, so when she leaned forward and put her hands on her knees 
I shoved my slippery pecker into her twat. Carol was standing beside me and 
she began rubbing a soapy hand around over my ass. 

I'd only been fucking Helen for a short time when she asked if Carol wanted 
to take a turn. Carol stopped caressing my humping ass and I stopped pumping 
and left my cock buried in Helen's cunt until Carol moved into position 
beside Helen. As Carol leaned forward and put her hands on her knees I 
withdrew from Helen's pussy. 

Moving over behind Carol, I shoved my slippery cock into her hot cunt and 
fucked her with slow and steady thrusts. Helen straightened and began 
caressing my humping ass. I had both hands on Carol's soapy hips and soon 
Helen got behind me and ground her cunt and soapy pubic hairs against my 
ass. 

After a minute or two Carol asked if I wanted to corn-hole her. I knew the 
question was actually a request so I pulled my cock out of my wife's hot 
twat. Helen got around beside me again and watched as I placed my cockhead 
against Carol's anal opening. Carol leaned over further and grabbed her 
ankles. I gave her time to relax, then pushed and the soapy lather caused 
the swollen glans to pop past the tight elastic ring very easily. 

Due to all the action I'd had that day the terrific heat in the tight tunnel 
didn't make me have to fight for control, as is so often the case when 
penetrating an asshole, and I slowly eased my stiff and slippery prick all 
the way to the hilt. It held there, giving Carol time to adjust, then 
started slow in and out thrusts into her hot, clutching rectum. 

Soon, sure that Carol would want to climax and not in any danger of doing so 
myself, I leaned over her back and slipped a hand around and under and 
inserted two fingers into her cunt. I stimulated her elongated clit by 
frigging her with a finger on each side of the sensitive bump of flesh. 

Helen again started caressing my ass. She also fold me that if I thought I 
could last long enough she'd like to be corn-holed. I said that I could last 
without even having to hold back, the truth, and it wasn't long before Carol 
had a spasmodic release. 

As soon as Carol stopped spasming I pulled my hard cock from her clinging 
asshole. Helen got into position beside Carol again, leaning over and 
grabbing her ankles, and Carol straightened as I moved over behind Helen. 
Her rear entrance was already soapy. I put the blunt end of my stiff cock 
against the puckered hole and pushed. The crown slipped past the elastic 
ring easily enough, but Helen groaned loudly when I started to push on 
deeper into the very hot and very tight asshole. I waited a few seconds, 
still in perfect control despite the clutching heat, and slowly plowed on in 
until my balls slapped against her pussy lips. 

I waited until Helen said that she was ready, the' words muffled but easily 
understood, and I started pronging her in the same manner I'd so recently 
corn-holed Carol. When Helen began hunching along with my thrusts I knew 
that the pain she'd experienced had passed. I also knew by then that she was 
like a firecracker, from her words and her actions, so I leaned over and 
inserted two fingers in her cunt and stimulated her erect clitoris. 

Helen spasmed within thirty seconds, moaning and crying out and hunching 
like crazy before going tense and shuddering violently, and I kept my 
fingers busy and my cock plowing in and out of her clutching rectum until 
she stopped all movement. 

My cock was still hard and I hadn't had to hold back. Carol was just as 
surprised as Helen because of that fact. I was a little surprised myself. 
After all, it wasn't as if I went around pronging two hot and tight assholes 
all the time and nine out of ten times corn-holing will bring on an 
ejaculation whether one is wanted or not. 

After I'd pulled my stiff prick from Helen's clinging asshole, and she and 
Carol had exchanged a few words having to do with my cock still being hard, 
I turned the spray of water on and we rinsed. Helen said she wanted to soak 
in a tub of hot water. Carol said they'd do so together and they left the 
stall before I did. 

Alone, I made sure I was clean by using more soap and while I was rinsing 
again I decided that I'd take a rest and I didn't care if my cock did droop 
without me getting my gun. Enough was enough, I thought, and if Carol and 
Helen wanted more action they could take care of each other or go get Prince 
again. 

While I was giving myself a brisk rub-down with a clean towel, my cock still 
jutting proudly, I watched as Carol and Helen got into the tub of hot water 
they'd drawn. Then, saying that I was going to the bedroom, I tossed the 
towel aside and left the bathroom. Carol called out that they'd join me 
soon, I called back that they didn't have to be in any hurry, and I heard 
Helen laugh and say that the ass-fucking had probably put an end to her 
sexual activities for the evening. I doubted that, hut it was all right with 
me if the hot-ass female had spoken the truth. I was tired and I wasn't too 
proud to admit that fact to Helen and Carol. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Going to the bedroom, I left the light on and stretched out on the bed. I 
stared at my cock, still hard and jutting toward the ceiling, and again 
thought that enough was enough. I closed my eyes, thought about the drastic 
changes in my life and marriage for a few minutes-without any regrets-and 
went to sleep. 

Later I found out that Carol and Helen had checked the bedroom, saw that I 
was asleep and that my cock had gone soft, turned the light out, and then 
gone to the kitchen for coffee. They'd talked for a couple of hours, about 
their younger days and about what they'd been doing since last seeing each 
other, and there hadn't been any sex. Not until during the night and while 
in bed with me, anyway. 

Helen had decided to spend the night, after Carol's invitation, and they'd 
gotten in bed with me without turning the light on. I think I vaguely 
remember them climbing onto the bed, one on each side of me, but I do know 
that I didn't come fully awake. 

I also know that during the night I woke up with my cock hard again and the 
knob in a greedily sucking mouth. There was enough light filtering through 
the drapes for me to see that it was Helen performing fellatio. I moved 
enough to let her know that I was awake, then whispered that if she'd swing 
around I'd return the favor. My whispered words, or Helen's movements to 
comply with those softly spoken words, caused Carol to wake up. 

The result was a threesome in most of the various positions and the somewhat 
frantic session must've lasted at least an hour. I finally climaxed while 
fucking Helen, after losing count of the times I'd shifted back and forth, 
and I wasn't surprised when Carol and Helen embraced in the sixty-nine 
position immediately afterward. When I went back to sleep they were still 
going at it, proving what I already knew-few men can match the pace set by a 
hot-ass female, and no man can outlast two hot-ass females. 

The next morning I woke up a few minutes earlier than usual. Carol and Helen 
were still sleeping, one on each side of me, but it was a king-sized bed and 
we weren't touching. I managed to scoot down to the foot and got off the bed 
without disturbing them. I shut off the alarm and went to the bathroom. I 
had my usual morning hard-on, but lost it after taking a leak. 

Brushing my teeth, then taking a quick shower, I decided not to even take 
time for a cup of coffee. I figured that if Carol and Helen woke up there'd 
be sex-which I would've enjoyed, of course-but it would've meant being late 
for work. Besides, I felt that I'd had enough sex to last me for a while. 
Until after work, anyway. 

I managed to get dressed and out of the house without disturbing Carol and 
Helen's sleep and stopped at a restaurant for breakfast. Driving to the shop 
I felt a little stupid for passing up the chance for another session with 
Helen, but I was sure I'd see her again in the not too distant future. By 
then Carol and I would probably be swinging, I thought, and the thought of 
another man banging my wife didn't bother me. 

It didn't surprise me to find that Claude had worked most of the night. He'd 
often done so after coming back off a drunken escapade and I was pleased to 
see that he'd completed all of the rush jobs. Marie told me that she'd 
insisted upon her husband going back to bed, then said that he wanted to 
talk to me later that morning. I didn't ask any questions, partly because a 
customer came in, and partly because she'd refused to talk the day before. I 
can be very independent at times and I still didn't want to appear pushy. 

I won't say that I was shocked a couple of hours after going to work, but I 
was sure as hell surprised. I'd been doing bench work, repairing sets that 
didn't have to be delivered right away, and Claude called down to me from 
the top of the stairs and told me to come up for a cup of coffee. 

Marie heard her husband, looked in from the front, waved to him, smiled at 
me, then pulled back out of sight. I turned the bench light out and went up 
to the living quarters. Claude had the coffee poured and was sitting at the 
kitchen table when I got there. 

He started talking while I was sitting down. He said that he and Marie had 
talked it over and decided to let me have twenty-five percent of the 
business. I grinned and asked what it was going to cost me. 

"Nothing in cash, Jim. I will expect you to work overtime without extra pay, 
though. Your percentage should more than cover the difference. If it's okay 
with you I'll have the papers drawn up right away." 

I told Claude that I'd gladly accept his offer, as I was willing to gamble 
that the business would keep getting better. I'd seen the books and knew 
that twenty-five percent would more than take care of the overtime pay even 
if I worked three or four hours extra every day. 

There was some more talk about the business and the offer I'd accepted, then 
I told Claude that I'd better go see Marie, get the pickup calls and make 
the deliveries. 

"I've already checked," Claude said, not quite meeting my eyes. He chuckled 
and it sounded a little forced. "Actually, I told Marie to stall all pickups 
and deliveries until this afternoon, Jim. There's something else you might 
like to do this morning." 

I waited for Claude to go on and when he didn't I asked what he meant. He 
poured both of us more coffee and I had the feeling he'd like to be pouring 
himself something much stronger. 

"You must know that Marie goes out when I go on a drunk, Jim. How do you get 
along with your wife?" 

"Just fine," I said. "Why?" 

"I just wondered," Claude said, his eyes on his coffee cup. "I'm finding it 
just as difficult to talk to you as I thought I would, Jim. I never was one 
to get too personal with anybody, but I'm going to do it now. Do you have 
sex with women other than your wife?" 

My first impulse was to tell the man that he was getting a little too 
personal. But he had just given me a share of the business-and I suppose I 
also sensed what he was trying to get around to saying. 

"It's a little strange that you ask the question at this particular time," I 
said. "Up until a couple of days ago I hadn't cheated on my wife, but now I 
have to admit that I've made it with three different women. In all 
directions, I will add." 

"Does it bother you?" Claude asked, meeting my eyes for a moment. "Meaning, 
of course, do you think it'll ruin your marriage in some way?" 

"I doubt it," I said, not ready to admit that Carol knew about the three 
women and had been right there as an eager and willing participant with the 
third. 

"I know about Marie going with other men when I'm off on a drunk, Jim. It 
doesn't bother me that she finds sexual relief outside of our marriage, but 
I do worry about her. It can be dangerous picking up men, I mean, and she 
doesn't like the idea of having just one man on the side. Are you willing to 
talk to her now? Any arrangements the two of you would like to make would be 
all right with me." 

Claude's offer excited me, of course-as I'd had quite a few fantasies having 
to do with his wife and her lush body-but I was afraid the offer might 
somehow ruin the business offer I'd just accepted. 

"I guess I'd be off my rocker to turn Marie down, Claude, but what if for 
some reason we aren't compatible? It's always possible, you know, and I'd 
hate to fuck up the twenty-five percent deal." 

"You don't have to worry about the business deal not going through," Claude 
said, pushing back his chair and standing without finishing his coffee. 
"Marie and I have talked this over and you have my word that you don't have 
a thing to lose. Now, if you don't mind, I'd rather have Marie explain 
everything in more detail." 

Claude turned and left without another word and before I had a chance to say 
anything. Not that I would've known what to say, I thought, finishing my 
coffee and telling myself to relax and to just accept things as they 
happened. Things were really happening fast, though. A little too fast, 
actually, and I wondered what my wife would think about the new 
developments. I knew she'd be happy because of the twenty-five percent deal, 
of course, but I didn't know if she'd be willing to take on an older man 
even if that was what he wanted-or if he was capable. 

I'd been giving some thought to swapping with Helen and her new husband, if 
she got married and they returned, and I'd also thought about Rita and Sue 
and their husbands. After seeing Carol with Helen and with the dog-with me 
right there with her willing permission-I knew that it was just a matter of 
time before we branched out and I was sure we could both handle any problems 
that might be connected with swinging. 

Marie soon entered, all smiles, and suggested that we go to the living room 
where we'd be more comfortable. I got up and followed, my eyes on her 
jiggling ass and swaying hips, thinking that she probably wanted to do some 
talking before making a final decision about taking me to a bedroom. 

After Marie had picked a couch to sit on I hesitated, then perched my butt 
on the arm of an easy chair, wanting to see her face and eyes while we 
talked. Still smiling, she wanted to know if I thought the business 
opportunity I'd been offered and had accepted seemed fair to me. I assured 
her that I was very well satisfied and thanked her for any influence she'd 
had in offering me such a good deal. 

"You're welcome, Jim. Now to get on to Claude's second offer, which is just 
as important to me and I hope doesn't make you think any less of him. He has 
a problem other than his drinking, as you may have guessed, and if I ever 
hear you belittling my husband in any manner it will end our intimate 
relationship. Providing we decide to start one, of course." 

"You don't have to worry about me looking down on Claude for any reason," I 
said. "Naturally I'm interested in knowing something about his problem, 
though." 

"It's related directly to his drinking problem, I believe, but there's 
probably more to it than that. He could be tired of me and our marriage or a 
little of both. In a physical sense, I mean. To put it bluntly, he can't 
keep his cock up when he manages to get an erection." 

"That's tough," I said, meaning it. "Tough on both of you. Are you inhibited 
when it comes to sex? Is he?" 

"We've tried just about everything," Marie said. "And still do now and then, 
for that matter. I must say, Jim, I was a little surprised to hear about you 
stepping out on your wife. Carol's a lovely girl and that's the main reason 
this subject hasn't been brought up before. Claude and I didn't want to take 
a chance on breaking up your marriage. If you hadn't told him about the 
three women I doubt if he would've carried things this far. Just how did you 
happen to cheat on your wife, Jim?" 

Deciding to tell everything, as Marie was obviously being perfectly honest 
with me, I started talking, giving a detailed outline of the happenings 
since peeking at Carol and Prince. It seemed as if a lot more time had 
passed than a couple of days and I remember making that observation a few 
times while telling Marie about my recent sexual adventures. 

Marie listened without interrupting, but she did kind of arch her eyebrows 
each time I mentioned a dog, and I hoped that part of my story wouldn't turn 
her off. It took quite a while for me to finish and at some point I slipped 
my ass off the chair arm and down onto the seat cushion. 

After a short silence, Marie said, "I've heard about girls and women having 
sex with dogs, but to my knowledge I've never encountered any of them. I've 
also seen a few stag movies showing such activities. I remember being 
curious, as I am now, but I'm not sure I'd care to experiment in such a 
manner. Not that I have any objections to voice on the subject. To each his 
own, has always been my motto." 

"Have you ever had sex with another female?" I asked, sure that my wife 
would enjoy sampling Marie's charms, thinking that if things worked out okay 
I'd have many opportunities to make the threesome scene with Carol and 
Marie. 

"I've had cunnilingus performed on me by quite a few females, and I've also 
gone down on a few, but I've always preferred a man even with that type of 
sex. Actually, Claude can give me all of that I want. I want and need what 
only a man can give me from time to time and this is one of those times." 

"I'm ready," I said, grinning. 

I had spoken the truth. I was ready physically as well as mentally. Marie 
had crossed her bare legs, exposing a great deal of firm-looking flesh, and 
the exciting sight-along with the talk about sex-had my cock straining for 
freedom. I was glad that I hadn't stayed around home and had a session with 
Carol and Helen that morning. 

Marie got to her feet, her pretty face flushed, and I stood up. She looked 
down at the big bulge in the front of my pants and for a moment I thought 
she was going to want to make it right there on the couch or on the carpet. 
But she turned and hurried across the room and I followed, my eyes again on 
her jiggling ass and swaying hips. 

In the bedroom, where I'd never been before, Marie stopped beside the bed, 
her back to me, and slipped her dress off over her head. I parked my butt on 
a straight-back chair and quickly removed my shoes and socks. She tossed her 
dress aside, patted her hair back in place, and kicked out of her high 
heels. 

My feet bare, I stood up and quickly removed my shirt, my eyes on the back 
of Marie's shapely body. She turned around just as she freed her big breasts 
and I dropped my pants and shorts. She stared at my hard, thrusting cock and 
I stared at her boobies. The big mounds weren't sagging very much and the 
nipples were small and pointed, just the way I like them. I could tell by 
her expression that she also liked what she saw. 

As Marie peeled her brief panties down, revealing the dark bush growing 
between her thighs, I reminded myself that she'd said something about 
getting enough tongue-fucking. I thought the same was probably true where 
cocksucking was concerned, as she undoubtedly used that method to try and 
get her husband's cock erect, so as I stepped out of the circle my pants and 
shorts had formed I decided not to delay the fucking. 

Marie climbed on the bed, got on her back, and parted her legs. I quickly 
followed and snuggled my poking prick in for the penetration, thinking that 
I was going to delve my tongue into Marie's cunt before the session ended. 

I started to do my own guiding, but she beat me to it, her hands coming down 
between us and her fingers circling around my throbbing cock. She placed the 
blunt end of my prick between the lips of her hot desire-moistened pussy and 
as soon as she removed her hands I pushed on in. 

Marie moaned and lurched upward, driving my stiff cock all the way to the 
hilt, and her arms encircled my neck and pulled my parted lips to hers. Her 
hot and slippery tongue flicked and I met it with my own, enjoying the 
passionate kiss, the feel of her hot cunt clamping around the entire length 
of my pulsing cock, the way her stiff nipples were poking into my chest. 

I started fucking her, broke the tongue-lashing kiss, and placed my head 
beside hers. Her hair smelled fresh and clean. She wrapped her smooth legs 
around my waist and began hunching along with my powerful thrusts. We moved 
together rhythmically, as if we'd fucked many times before. It was easy for 
me to tell that she really liked to fuck and I felt sorry for her and for 
her husband, already knowing it'd take a lot of heated action to keep her 
even halfway satisfied. 

I'd only been pronging Marie for about thirty seconds when she quickened the 
tempo of her counter-thrusts. I matched the faster pace, thought about 
slipping my hands down to her wriggling ass, then decided to look at her 
face while she spasmed. 

Lifting my chest from her spiked titties, I braced on my hands and arms 
without slowing my deep thrusts into her clasping cunt. Her eyes were open 
and glazed with passion. She smiled and said that she was about to melt. I 
returned her smile and told her to go right ahead, then added that I was a 
long way from reaching a climax. 

When Marie started having an orgasm, her ass wriggling wildly and her legs 
clamping more tightly around my waist, I slammed the meat to her fast and 
furiously. She milked at my pistoning prick with her inner cunt muscles, 
while I rode high so as to make contact with her clitoris. 

She closed her eyes right at the last, tensing, her features twisted with 
passion, her legs falling from around my waist. I gave a few more thrusts, 
then left my rigid rod buried deep in her quivering cunt while I leaned over 
and gave her full lips a quick kiss. 

"You're all I thought you'd be," Marie said, opening her eyes. "Carol's a 
very lucky girl." 

"I think she'd agree to that," I said, grinning. "She thinks I'm a very 
understanding husband, that's for sure, and you're obviously lucky in that 
way." 

Marie contracted her inner muscles around my throbbing cock. "Claude used to 
be able to give me a good fuck, Jim. He still can when he can get it up and 
keep it that way. Fuck me to another climax and then we'll talk." 

I started pronging her before she'd gotten the last few words out. This time 
she lifted her knees and dug her heels into the mattress. She also rotated 
her ass in little half-circles while hunching along with my steady and 
slower thrusts. I remained braced on my hands and arms, confident that I 
could ride out the storm when she had another spasmodic release. 

It only took about sixty seconds to make Marie have another orgasm. She 
moved just as wildly and I cut her moans off by mashing my mouth to hers. It 
felt as if she might suck my tongue out by the roots at first, but she eased 
up before I had to make her do so, and she jerked her mouth away and cried 
out loudly while caught up in the throes of a shuddering release that went 
on and on. 

Again I kept pumping my prick in her pulsating pussy until she let out one 
last gasp and sagged limply. I'd lowered my chest to her big, hard-nippled 
breasts and slipped my hands down to her wildly moving ass. She had very 
smooth skin, for which I was thankful, as I hate to get hold of an ass 
that's rough and bumpy. Luckily, that has only happened to me a few times, 
though, and those were casual pickups when I was single. 

I could tell that Marie was delighted because I hadn't ejaculated and my 
cock was still rock-hard. "This was after I'd lifted my chest and met her 
passion-filmed eyes and before she expressed her feelings in words. She then 
asked what is almost a stock question in that situation. She wanted to know 
how long I thought I could last. 

"I think I can last long enough to give you a measure of relief," I said. "I 
haven't started holding back yet and I can go for a few minutes after I do 
start concentrating on not blasting off. Do you want me to fuck you to 
another climax now?" 

"I'll take a short rest," Marie said. "I enjoy it very much just having a 
hard cock buried in my snatch." 

"We could try other positions," I said. 

"Maybe later," Marie said, lifting her hands and caressing my chest, then 
gently pinching my nipples until each nub stiffened. "Right now I want you 
to come up here and let me suck your cock." 

I withdrew my stiff pecker from her juicy twat and moved until I was 
straddling her head, the end of my wet tool almost touching her lips. She 
twirled her tongue around the crown and I lowered so she could get the glans 
and about two inches of the shaft into her mouth without too much strain on 
her part. She sucked greedily and expertly, using her hands to caress my ass 
and balls. 

I let Marie suck my cock for a couple of minutes, then pulled it from her 
hot mouth. She didn't seem disappointed and I'd already sensed that she 
wasn't trying for a spurting reward. She wanted to be fucked again, I knew, 
and I was also sure that she wanted my cock to explode in her cunt. 

Figuring that we had plenty of time, and wanting to enjoy myself as well as 
make her happy, I lowered my ass and balls down on her upper belly. 
Squatting by bending my knees and holding most of my weight on my folded 
legs, I placed my hard and wet cock in the deep, warm valley between her big 
titties. 

I immediately discovered that being fucked in that manner wasn't a new 
experience for her. She used her hands to push her smooth titties against 
and around my cock, forming a tight sheath, and I began making a little 
hunching movements. 

At first I just went far enough for her tongue to lick the end of my prick. 
Which she did, seeming to like doing so, but soon I was hunching far enough 
for the head of my cock to slip into her hot mouth. Which she accepted and 
sucked and lapped greedily each time the penetration was made. 

I enjoyed the act very much and it reminded me of a girl I'd been with a few 
times before meeting Carol. In that case of mutual enjoyment the girl had 
wanted me to ejaculate and I had, shooting my stuff all over her breasts and 
face as well as into her mouth. 

Soon, on the backstroke while she could speak, Marie said that she wanted to 
be fucked again. I immediately moved lower, down along her lush body, but on 
the way down I decided to shove my tongue into her twat before fucking her 
again. After all, I thought, I was there to receive pleasure as well as to 
give it. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Marie didn't object when I kept right on moving lower on the bed after I'd 
gotten between her eagerly parted legs. When she didn't say anything I 
didn't get in any hurry to lap her cunt and clit. I stared at the pussy 
lips, slightly puffy from the fucking, and the sight as well as the feminine 
scent was pleasing to me. 

The short and curly black hairs were already parted and back out of the way. 
I started to go on down and lick her inner thighs, but I figured I'd have 
plenty of opportunities to do that-just as I was looking forward to the 
times I could suckle her big breasts. Knowing that she wanted my cock more 
than she did my mouth and tongue, I didn't spend much time performing 
cunnilingus. 

Shortly after I'd slithered my tongue between her moist cuntal lips, and 
probed deep into the clinging folds of hot cuntflesh, I went to her clit. 
That unhooded organ was just about as small as any I'd ever encountered. 

Even while enjoying myself tremendously while going down on Marie I remained 
aware enough to do some thinking. I decided that the size of her 
passion-button had a lot to do with her desire to be fucked by a cock 
instead of by a tongue. I found out later that my thoughts on the subject 
had been correct. Marie told me that unlike most females her clitoris wasn't 
all that sensitive and that she'd seldom even stimulated it while 
masturbating. She'd always preferred deep penetration, either by a finger or 
by a cock, and she'd also experimented with all kinds of inanimate objects. 

I did manage to tilt her ass and crotch enough to get my lips around the tip 
of her little clit, but even sucking added to the lapping didn't cause her 
to start racing toward an orgasm. I soon accepted the fact that she'd much 
rather have my cock in her cunt-I found it to be a fact later, at least-and 
it only took about thirty seconds and maybe that many thrusts for me to 
prong her to and through another orgasm. She pulled my wet mouth to hers 
while spasming, seeming to prove that she hadn't lied when she'd told about 
engaging in gay sex, but I was sure that Carol wouldn't find her as exciting 
as I'd hoped. 

Very pleased because I had" 't gotten my gun, and saying so in glowing 
terms, Marie then told me that she'd like to rest. I withdrew my hard cock 
and stretched out beside her. I soon found that she'd only wanted to rest 
where fucking was concerned. Because she lifted, licked her secretions from 
my jutting tool, then went down and began licking my balls. 

I enjoyed that, of course, as I did when she licked up along the underside 
of my rigid cock and began sucking the swollen glans. She didn't suck for 
very long, however, and I was sure it was because she was afraid I'd shoot 
off. 

"You are capable of lasting a long time," Marie said, keeping a firm grip on 
my stiff prick with her fist, but not stroking the shaft. "I suppose that's 
because you've had so much sex with so many females lately." 

"Partly," I said. "I've never been all that fast on the trigger, though. Get 
on and take a ride if you want to. I'll give you plenty of warning if you 
want me to blast off while I'm on top." 

"We have plenty of time," Marie said, letting go of my cock and stretching 
out beside me. "I don't want to be too greedy and I hope to have many more 
sessions with you and your big cock." 

"I hope the same thing," I said. "Is there any chance that Claude might 
change his mind?" 

"No," Marie said. "He might be weak in some ways, as with his inability to 
control his drinking at times, but when he makes up his mind about something 
he sticks to it. Are you going to tell Carol about this?" 

"Yes," I said, turning over on my side and fondling Marie's titties. The 
nipples were still hard and I lifted and tongued the nearest one for a few 
seconds before adding, "I've even given some thought to seeing if Carol and 
Claude would like to get together. I don't mean it as a put-down, Marie, but 
maybe a young girl like my wife would turn him on." 

"Do you think Carol would go for that, Jim? It isn't as if Claude's totally 
helpless or hopeless, you know, and it'd be great if the four of us could 
get together. I'd feel better about having sex with you if I knew your wife 
didn't mind and she was willing to make it with my husband." 

"I'll have a talk with Carol," I said. "What about the dog? I wouldn't want 
you to hurt my wife's feelings." 

"Don't worry about that," Marie said. "I wouldn't hurt the lovely darling's 
feelings for anything in the world. I might even give it a try with the 
German shepherd. What's his name?" 

"Prince," I said. "How about Claude? Do you think he'd raise hell if you 
made it with a dog? He might even be turned off by the sight of Prince 
lapping and fucking Carol." 

"My husband's very broadminded," Marie said. "The fact that you're here with 
me now should prove that." 

"It might be a little different where a dog is concerned," I said. "I know I 
was really shocked the first time I saw Carol making it with Prince and it 
took a great deal of adjusting for me to get used to the idea." 

I'd slipped one hand down and cupped Marie's crotch. The underside of my 
hard cock was pressed tightly against her warm body. She made a little 
lurching movement up against my cupped fingers and said she was ready to 
stop talking and start fucking. 

I removed my fingers from her warm and hairy crotch and rolled over on my 
back. She lifted and straddled me, crouching with her cunt directly over my 
thrusting cock, using one hand to do the guiding. She rubbed my cockhead 
forward and backward along her moist slit, centered it, and slowly lowered 
until my rigid prick was speared all the way into her hot cunt. 

She began bouncing and I reached up and fondled her swaying titties. I 
enjoyed myself very much, at the same time conserving my strength, as all I 
had to do was be there. The rest made it almost as if I hadn't had the 
action before. It was almost like starting out fresh, I mean, and I figured 
that Marie was in for a pleasant surprise if she still wanted a prolonged 
session before I ejaculated. 

It took Marie at least three minutes to bounce to and through an orgasm. I 
was beginning to think she was getting tired, and I'd just about decided to 
start concentrating on shooting off, but she told me to roll her over on her 
back and fuck her. 

I complied with her wishes and I started getting a little tired before she 
finally spasmed about five minutes after I started pronging her. After we 
both stopped moving, and stopped kissing, Marie told me that it was all 
right with her if I wanted to climax. 

She thought I'd been holding back. She expressed surprise when I said I 
hadn't been, then asked if I wanted to stop without climaxing. I told her 
that I'd better not, as I might get a stone-ache, and she said she'd suck my 
cock until I thought I was ready to shoot off. 

It felt so good when she did start giving me a blow-job I kind of hated to 
start concentrating on ejaculating. But a great deal of time had passed, I 
didn't want to stall long enough to take a chance on both of us getting 
pooped, and we did need to get back to work, so I started trying to start my 
final drive. 

While I was enjoying Marie's greedy sucking I did think it'd save a great 
deal of time if she would just go ahead and take my stuff in her mouth. I 
found out later that she liked to suck all the way to the finish, and would 
willingly swallow the results of a man's passion, but her preference was 
sharing a mutual climax with a man while fucking. Most females prefer the 
same thing, of course-and most of the time I'd rather blast off in a pussy. 

By the time I felt that I could climax at just about any time, Marie was 
taking my cockhead deep into her throat each time she dipped her head. I 
hadn't been clutching at her bobbing head. In fact, I'd clasped my hands 
behind my head while thrilling to the wonderful sensation. 

When I told Marie that we'd better start fucking she kept on sucking and I 
thought she might've gotten carried away and changed her mind. But she soon 
pulled her clinging lips from my throbbing cock and quickly got on her back. 

I didn't waste any time mounting her, as I was suddenly afraid I'd waited a 
little too long. I did my own guiding, shoving my saliva-coated cock into 
her hot and juicy cunt with one quick movement, and we were both balanced 
very close to the brink. 

We must've lasted about sixty seconds, though, and I'm sure I made at least 
that many strokes. We made it together, my hard cock jerking erratically and 
flooding her clinging, snapping cunt just as she spasmed. We kept moving 
together until our passions simmered down and my cock had started to soften. 

"That was really a super fuck, Jim. God, but I like to feel the hot cream 
spurting into my cunt!" 

I'd buried my face beside hers. I let go of her ass and lifted my chest from 
her big boobies. Her eyes were closed and the expression on her face was 
that only seen on a well-fucked and happy female. I balanced on one hand and 
arm and found that I could reach a towel draped over the headboard. 

Marie opened her eyes and I grinned. "It wasn't such a bad piece of ass for 
me," I said. "In fact, I'd like to do it again this evening." 

"You mean you want to come back here?" 

"I mean that I want you and Claude to visit Carol and me. I'll give her a 
buzz on the phone and tell her that you're coming to dinner. After that 
we'll just see what happens. How does that sound?" 

"It sounds great," Marie said. "I know Cluade will like the idea, but do you 
think Carol will go for it?" 

"I know she'll be glad to have you and Claude for dinner, Marie, but I guess 
we'll just have to wait and see how she feels about taking on Claude." 

"Couldn't you ask her before we go there?" 

"I'd rather not," I said. "I think it'd be better if we waited until all 
four of us are there. I do want you to sample my wife's cooking, you know, 
and if there was talk before we might not get around to eating the excellent 
meal I know she'll prepare." 

"Is it all right if I tell Claude what you have in mind?" Marie asked. 

"Sure. Maybe it'll be a little easier for me to face him when I go 
downstairs." 

"Don't worry for one moment about facing my husband, Jim. As I said, when he 
makes up his mind he doesn't change it. Even if Carol doesn't go for the 
idea, or if you get tired of making it with me, you'll still own part of the 
business." 

"You don't have to worry about me getting tired of you," I said. "I just 
hope you don't get tired of me." 

"I just hope you don't get emotionally involved," Marie said. 

"This is just sex," I said. "Great fun and pleasure, but it has nothing to 
do with my feelings for my wife." 

"I'm glad we have that settled," Marie said. "I've sexed it up with quite a 
few men since I started finding sexual relief outside my marriage, but I 
never had anything to do with the same one twice. My heart belongs to my 
husband, might be a good way to put it, and I think it's safe to say the 
same is true with him where I'm concerned." 

"I guess that's the way to describe the relationship Carol and I have," I 
said. "Unless, of course, it turns out that I'm jealous when I see her 
making it with another man." 

I used the towel when-I withdrew my limber cock from Marie's flooded cunt, 
then pushed the towel between Marie's thighs and flopped over on my back. 
Clutching the towel in place, she scooted from the bed and told me to rest 
as long as I wanted to. 

Watching Marie hurrying to the bathroom, I wondered if I'd made a mistake by 
inviting her and Claude for dinner. It wasn't the meal I was a little 
concerned about, of course. It was what would follow. Maybe I should've 
waited and fixed it so that Carol could be with a younger man, I thought. 
The first time, anyway. I could've just as easily contacted Rita and she and 
her husband could've helped introduce me and my wife to the swapping way of 
life. 

Deciding that I'd already gone too far to back out, as well as feeling that 
I owed Claude for the favor he'd bestowed upon me, I turned my thoughts to 
the fact that I was going to have a share of the business. I knew Carol 
would like that news and I knew I'd enjoy telling her. 

Marie soon returned and if I hadn't already been looking forward to fucking 
her again that evening I would've asked her to return to the bed. She 
started getting dressed and told me that I might as well fix myself a lunch 
before going back to work. I liked the idea, mostly because I could stall a 
little longer before facing Claude, and she seemed to read my mind. 

Anyway, she told me that she'd have a talk with Claude while I was eating 
and tell him about the dinner invitation. Suddenly quite nervous, and 
probably as an attempt to cover up that fact, I chuckled and said that maybe 
we should've arranged things so Claude could Ve been with us. 

"That thought did enter my mind," Marie said, smiling. "I considered waiting 
until after working hours, or even closing the shop for a couple of hours, 
but I decided it'd be better for you and I to get acquainted in an intimate 
way first. Have you ever been a member of that kind of a threesome, Jim?" 

"Once," I said. "With the same couple quite a few times, that is. Claude 
doesn't go for the gay stuff, does he? The other man didn't and I was always 
careful not to come in close contact with him." 

"My husband will be glad to hear that," Marie said. "He told me that he has 
enjoyed making that kind of threesome scene a few times in his younger days, 
but he doesn't have any homo tendencies. The three of us will have to make 
it together soon. I haven't had the pleasure of enjoying two hard cocks at 
the same time since long before I got married." 

Marie had finished putting her clothes on. She glanced at my limp cock, told 
me to take my time, and hurried from the room. I sat up, swung my feet to 
the soft and thick carpet, and sat there for a few moments, wondering if I 
should take a shower. 

Deciding I didn't really need one, I went to the bathroom and washed my cock 
at the sink. Then, washing my hands, I rinsed my mouth out with water and 
then used some mouthwash I found in the cabinet over the sink. 

Suddenly hungry, I returned to the bedroom, quickly dressed, and went to the 
kitchen. There was a ham in the refrigerator. I fixed a thick sandwich, had 
a glass of milk with it, then took my time drinking a cup of coffee before 
going downstairs. 

Claude was working at his bench. He didn't look up as I walked down the 
stairs, but he looked up and smiled and winked as I passed by. I smiled, 
paused, then walked on when he returned his attention to the TV set he was 
working on. 

There was a customer in the front talking to Marie. I waited a couple of 
minutes, then got the pad from beside the phone. There was a list of the 
calls for the day. When Marie didn't look at me, I went into the back and 
located the sets I was to deliver. There were only three and Claude didn't 
say anything or look as I made the three trips to the truck. 

I made one delivery, picked up one set, then stopped at a phone booth and 
called Carol. She said, in answer to my question, that Helen had left two 
hours before. I told her about the twenty-five percent deal and she was very 
excited. We talked for at least ten minutes about what it could mean to our 
future, then I told her about inviting Marie and Claude to dinner. 

Carol said that was the least I could've done and promised to prepare a good 
meal. I told her that anything she fixed would be good, then had to resist 
the impulse to tell her what I had planned for after dinner. I did feel that 
I should at least give her a hint as to what to expect, but for some reason 
I wanted Marie and Claude there when I told her. Maybe because I was afraid 
I'd be jealous if she got excited just thinking about making it with another 
man. Crazy, I guess, but that's the way it was. 

In any case, I replaced the receiver without mentioning anything about sex, 
but the subject was on my mind most of the afternoon. Other than that 
everything was routine and I was back at the shop by four o'clock. 

After unloading the truck I sat down at my bench. Claude hadn't looked up, 
or I hadn't seen him doing so, but before I could start to work he turned 
and faced me. 

"We're going to have to stop behaving like a couple of embarrassed kids, 
Jim. Why don't we bring everything out into the open with words and go on 
from there?" 

"That sounds like a good idea," I said, deciding that Carol shouldn't mind 
having sex with Claude. He was still a good-looking fellow. He had all of 
his hair, even though the brown was streaked with gray, and despite the 
wrinkles in his face he looked to be in good physical shape. "Did Marie tell 
you about dinner, Claude?" 

"Yes, and I'll be happy to go. Did you tell Carol what you have in mind?" 

"No, and I'm waiting for you to bring everything out into the open with 
words." 

Claude chuckled and said, "You've fucked my wife, with my permission, and 
now you're a little worried because you're afraid you'll be jealous if your 
wife agrees to let me fuck her. Does that just about sum things up to this 
point, Jim?" 

"That's about it," I said, grinning, feeling better about the whole deal 
because Claude had put it into words. "You're obviously not jealous now, but 
do you think it would be the same if you were to actually see me pronging 
Marie?" 

"I'll just have to wait and find out about that, Jim. I'm not worried, 
though. I've found that mental images can sometimes be just about as real as 
the actual thing and I've known for a long time about Marie being fucked by 
other men." 

"Did Marie tell you about the dog?" 

"Yes, and I might be nuts, but the idea of seeing such an exhibition excites 
me. I told Marie that I'd like to see her being banged by a dog. Does the 
sight turn you on?" 

"I find it strangely fascinating," I said. "Just as I did when I saw Carol 
making the gay scene with a girl last night." 

"Marie told me about that," Claude said, getting to his feet. "We've 
discussed just about everything this afternoon, I guess, and she's excited 
just thinking about the possibility of going down on your lovely young wife. 
So am I, of course, and I haven't felt the need to have a drink all day. 
What time do you want us to be at your house?" 

"You might as well follow me home," I said. "Carol should have dinner ready 
when we get there. Or shortly thereafter, as I usually take a shower when I 
get home." 

"Marie and I have already taken turns going upstairs for a shower," Claude 
said. "I'll just have to change clothes. Right now I'm going up front and 
take over, though. I'm sure Marie wants to talk to you." 

It was getting along toward closing time so I started putting my tools and 
testing equipment away as soon as Claude left. I had my bench cleared by the 
time Marie got there. 

"Claude told me the two of you had a little chat, Jim." 

Marie had put on a different dress. She looked very nice. I told her that 
Claude and I had things settled between us, that he'd helped me get over my 
embarrassment, and she moved close and put her lips close to mine. We 
couldn't be seen from the front, unless Claude took a few steps to look 
through the doorway, and I didn't think he'd care if he did see me kissing 
his wife. After all, I'd fucked her, I'd be fucking her from time to time 
from then on, and if everything worked out right it wouldn't be very long 
before he'd be kissing and fucking my wife. 

So, putting my arms around Marie and pulling her close, I glued my parted 
lips to hers. We kissed passionately, using our tongues, and I slipped my 
hands down and clasped her thinly covered ass. Her arms around my neck, she 
strained against me, making little grinding movements with her pelvis. 

My cock lifted into an erection and Marie broke the feverish, tongue-lashing 
kiss, and pulled her head back, keeping up her grinding movements against my 
hard-on. Her eyes were blazing. 

"I don't think I can wait, honey! I don't want to wait! It'll be at least a 
couple of hours even if everything works out okay at your house! Will you 
fuck me? Right here and now?" 

I don't think I could've turned down such urgent pleading if Claude had been 
right there with us. With or without his permission, I mean. I removed my 
clutching fingers from her firm ass and told her that I'd gladly give her a 
quick pronging, but that I didn't want to blast off. 

"That's all right," Marie said, dropping her arms from around my neck. "I 
don't want to take the time for you to climax. I just want a quick fuck to 
relieve some of the tension." 

"I guess you could lean over the bench," I said. 

"That's what I had in mind," Marie said. "Just make sure you plug my pussy. 
This isn't the time or the place for corn-holing." 

I silently agreed. Marie had faced the bench, which was just about on the 
right level for what we'd both had in mind,-and she'd pulled her dress up 
around her waist. She was wearing brief white panties. Obviously wanting me 
to remove the thin obstacle, she leaned her upper body on the bench and 
hiked her ass up high. 

Quickly pushing my zipper down, automatically glancing toward the doorway 
leading to the office, I tugged my stiff cock out into the open. Moving 
closer to Marie's shapely buttocks, I peeled the panties down almost to her 
knees. Her gash was gaping and glistening with moisture. 

Not wanting to get too arouded, and it's possible for me not to do so even 
with a throbbing hard-on when I've been having plenty of sex, I didn't waste 
any time shoving my rigid rod into Marie's hot, succulent snatch. 

Placing my hands on her rounded hips, I began fucking her with deep and 
fairly fast thrusts. She wriggled her ass and hunched along with me, her 
fingers gripping the back edge of the bench, and I was glad she only let out 
soft little moans. I didn't have any trouble keeping from starting toward 
the point of no return, even though I failed to keep as mentally detached as 
I would've liked. 

But considering the fact that I hadn't been with Marie very much I did very 
well. Partly because it only took a couple of minutes for my pistoning prick 
to make her spasm, of course, but it wasn't all that frustrating for me when 
I pulled my hard cock from her juicy cunt. I knew there'd be plenty of 
action soon, even if my wife happened to refuse to participate. 

Marie was turning, leaning over, and licking my wet and thrusting cock 
before I had a chance to reach for a handkerchief. Then, after she'd done a 
fast but good job of cleaning the stiff shaft, she straightened and tugged 
her panties back into place. While she was pulling her dress down from 
around her waist, and saying she'd better go upstairs and freshen herself, I 
managed to get my hard cock back inside and my zipper closed. 

"I'm liking you and your cock and your abilities more ah the time," Marie 
said, her eyes on the big bulge. "I don't want you to suffer, though. If you 
want to we can go upstairs and fuck some more. Or I'll suck you off if that 
will help you get your gun faster." 

I told her that her offer was very tempting, but that I'd rather wait. She 
said she understood, then went upstairs, and by the time I'd walked to the 
front my cock had softened. I told Claude I'd watch the front the few 
minutes until closing time so that he could go change clothes. He said that 
was a good idea, winked, and left. I wondered if he'd peeked while I was 
fucking his hot-ass wife. I knew that I would've done so if our roles had 
been reversed. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Claude and Marie followed me home in their car. They knew where I lived, of 
course, but they'd never visited us. Carol had been to the shop quite a few 
times, to see me for one reason or another, and she'd often said she liked 
the couple. I just hoped it'd turn out that she liked them in a sexual way. 

Carol had roast beef with all the trimmings. Dinner was ready and on the 
table, so I just excused myself long enough to wash my hands. They waited 
until I returned to sit down and there was the usual chit-chat over a meal 
when there are guests. 

My lovely wife did thank Claude and Marie for the twenty-five percent they 
were to give me in the business and they said they'd been thinking about 
doing so for a long time. I didn't eat all that much, not wanting to have 
sex on a full stomach-and our guests didn't stuff themselves. Carol had 
always been a light eater so I knew that within an hour or so we'd all be in 
perfect shape for the sexual activities we were all looking forward to. With 
the exception of Carol, that is, and I figured she could be looking forward 
to having sex with me after Claude and Marie went home. 

After the three of us had complimented Carol on her cooking, and Carol had 
accepted the kind words gracefully, I said that I'd better go take a shower. 
Marie said she'd help Carol with the dishes and I suggested that Claude go 
watch the newscast or some other TV program. He said that first he'd like 
another cup of coffee. 

I reminded myself not to offer him anything stronger to drink later-and 
Carol knew about Claude's drinking problem so I didn't have to get her aside 
and give her a warning. 

Taking my time in the bathroom, as I was still trying to think of the best 
way to break the news to Carol, I shaved and brushed my teeth before taking 
a shower. As usual, I got a hard-on while soaping my cock and balls, and in 
my younger days-under similar circumstances-I might've jerked off a batch to 
make sure I wouldn't be too fast on the trigger. 

After rinsing and drying myself, my cock still thrusting proudly, I still 
hadn't made up my mind as to how I was going to tell Carol I was willing to 
share her many charms with Claude-and with Marie. My pecker started drooping 
when I had a mental picture of Carol taking Claude's cock in her sweet 
pussy. Then, when I pictured my wife with another man's cock in her sweet 
mouth, my prick got completely soft. 

Still, I was determined to go through with the deal I'd made with Claude and 
Marie even if it took some convincing talk on my part to get Carol to agree. 
It made more sense for my wife to take on a man than it did for her to take 
on a dog, I told myself-and I'd sure as hell enjoyed being with her and 
Helen. I felt, as I had before, that if I could adjust to my wife being 
fucked by a dog and lapping a cunt I could adjust to just about anything. 

There was a robe in the bathroom. I put it on, thinking I'd go to the 
bedroom and get dressed, but on the way I changed my mind. I saw no reason 
to put on clothes just to take them off in a short time. Or what I hoped 
would be a short time. 

Claude was in the living room, alone, and he hadn't turned the television 
set on. He was sitting on the couch and I picked an easy chair. We sat there 
smiling at each other for a minute or two, then he laughed and said he had a 
confession to make. 

"I'm listening," I said. 

"I couldn't resist taking a peek, Jim. Back at the shop, I mean." 

"I knew what you meant," I said. "I remember thinking that if I were in your 
place I'd take a look. What did you think? I mean-" 

"I know what you mean," Claude cut in. "I found that it didn't make me 
jealous, I'm happy to say. Do you still want to go through with this? If 
not, just say so and I'll take Marie home. It wouldn't change your new 
relationship with my wife if we did leave before any thing's said or done, 
Jim." 

Before I could answer, and I would've told Claude that I didn't want him to 
take Marie home right away, Carol and Marie entered the living room. Marie 
walked over and sat down beside Claude and after looking at me with a 
puzzled expression in her eyes Carol picked an easy chair near the one I was 
using. 

"My wife's wondering why I didn't get dressed," I said. "Right, Carol?" 

"It does seem a little strange," Carol said. "We do have guests, you know, 
and it's a long time until bedtime. Marie and Claude will think you're 
hinting for them to go home early." 

"It could be that I'm hinting something else," I said. "In fact, instead of 
beating around the bush I think I'll speak right out. I told Marie about the 
drastic change in our marriage, Carol. Marie told Claude and maybe I 
should've told you when I called, but-" 

"You told them everything?" Carol cut in, her face slightly flushed. 

"I don't think I left anything out," I said. "The fact that Marie and Claude 
are here shows they're just as understanding as I am, though, so now I guess 
it's up to you, honey." 

"You've already had sex with Marie?" Carol asked. 

"Yes, and any time you feel like taking Claude to bed I know it'll be fine 
with him and all right with Marie." 

"And with you?" Carol asked. 

I didn't have to force my smile. "Yes," I said. 

Carol got to her feet, smiled at Claude, beckoned with her hand, turned, and 
hurried from the room. Claude quickly got to his feet and followed my wife. 
Looking at Marie, meeting her eyes, I realized that she and Claude hadn't 
said one word since she and Carol had entered the room. 

"That was fast," I said. 

"Claude told me that he took a peek while you were fucking me, Jim. While I 
was leaning over the bench and enjoying your big cock, I mean. It didn't 
bother him, so maybe if you watched him with Carol you'd get over the hangup 
you seem to have. To tell the truth, it might not go so well with me when I 
actually see my husband with another female." 

"We have plenty of time to find out about ourselves," I said. "Take off your 
clothes and we'll stay right here for a while. Hell, I might not even be 
able to get a hard-on." 

Marie kicked her heels off, got to her feet, and began stripping herself 
naked. My cock was still soft when she finished undressing. I remained 
seated, my robe covering me, and I was worried, thinking it'd really be 
embarrassing if I failed to get an erection. 

But I soon found that I'd worried needlessly where getting a hard-on was 
concerned. Because when Marie walked up close to me, and I got a whiff of 
her pussy, my pecker started lifting. I scooted my ass out close to the edge 
of the seat cushion, parted the black hairs with my fingers, and swiped my 
tongue up through the moist split. 

Marie put her hands on the back of my head and pulled, at the same time 
pushing forward. I burrowed my nose in against her erect clit and held there 
for a few seconds while I probed deep into her hot twat with my tongue. She 
didn't try to hold me in place when I pulled back so that I could breathe. I 
tongue-fucked her with all the skill at my command while caressing her ass 
and hips with my hands. 

Knowing that she preferred my cock to my tongue, and wanting to fuck her to 
and through an orgasm before going to the bedroom to see how Carol was 
making out with Claude, I only lapped Marie's tasty snatch for a couple of 
minutes. But when I pulled away, my stiff cock having escaped the confining 
robe, Marie dropped to her knees between my legs. 

I pushed the robe further aside and let her have a go at my cock. She licked 
up one side of the stiff shaft and down the other, then ran the flat of her 
hot and slippery tongue up along the more sensitive underside. She laved her 
tongue over and around the swollen glans, then nipped at the hard meat with 
her soft lips before taking the cockhead into her hot, greedy mouth. 

She was soon bobbing her head and taking just about all of my pulsing rod on 
the downward movement, working on the glans with her throat muscles, then 
twirling her tongue around the crown when she lifted. I didn't put my hands 
on her head or swirling hair, sure that she'd soon want to be fucked, also 
knowing that her jaws would get tired long before I was ready to ejaculate. 

When she did stop sucking she told me that soon she'd like to suck me all 
the way off. I told her that I was looking forward to the same thing, then 
added that maybe after I'd fucked her I'd be ready to shoot my stuff. I 
didn't really think so, as I figured that it was going to be a very active 
evening and I was already thinking about preserving my strength, but I did 
want to reward her for her oral efforts sooner or later. 

We got down on the carpet, with me on top, and I fucked Marie for all of 
five minutes before she spasmed. I knew that she was enjoying herself, as I 
was, but I was also sure that part of her mind was on our mates in the 
bedroom-also as part of my mind was. 

I didn't have to hold back and when I withdrew and got on my back she 
followed and began sucking my jutting cock. I thrilled to the delightful 
sensation, and even tried to climax, but by the time her jaws got tired 
enough for her to have to rest I wasn't even close to an ejaculation. 

"I think we'd better go get things settled one .. way or the other, Jim. I'm 
anxious to see if the four of us are going to get along in this new set-up. 

I'm also interested in seeing Carol with the dog as well as finding out if I 
want to give it a try with the animal." 

I told Marie that I was ready to go get things settled and she let go of my 
cock and we both got to our feet. I let Marie lead the way, glad my 
saliva-coated cock wasn't going soft, hoping it would remain hard after we 
got to the bedroom. 

The slurping sounds were easy to hear while we were still in the hallway. We 
both stopped just inside the bedroom doorway. Carol and Claude had left the 
door open. Claude was going down on Carol, as I'd guessed from the sounds, 
and she had her eyes closed, the pleasure she was experiencing registering 
on her face. Both were naked, of course. 

Claude had my wife's long and lovely legs folded back, her beautifully 
rounded thighs pressed tightly against her luscious full titties. He was 
obviously lapping and sucking her clit, but I was sure that he'd already 
performed analingus. His ass was hiked high in the air and he had a hard-on. 
I wasn't surprised because of that fact, even if Marie had told me about 
Claude's impotence and near-impotence at times. 

Marie hadn't told me the size of her husband's cock and I hadn't asked. The 
stiffly thrusting organ looked to be almost as long as mine and it seemed to 
be a little thicker. His body looked firm and in good shape. He wasn't 
hairy. I knew Carol liked that-and it was very apparent that she liked the 
way he performed cunnilingus. 

I don't know how long Marie and I stood there, side by side, watching the 
heated action. It could've been three minutes, maybe five. At some point she 
took my hand, our eyes met, and we didn't have to speak to let each other 
know that everything was going to be all right. 

I wasn't jealous and I knew that Marie wasn't, either. She had more reason 
to be jealous at that moment, of course-as her husband was more active-but I 
somehow knew that it wouldn't bother me to see Carol being fucked by Claude. 
I also felt the same way about my wife sucking the man's cock. I wanted her 
to be sexually happy with Claude and with other men, as I was with Marie and 
with other women, and I was sure such activities wouldn't change my wife's 
feelings toward me-just as the action with Prince and Helen hadn't [the text 
in the original pocketbook cut off at this point without ending the 
sentence/paragraph.] 

Anyway, after a few minutes Carol and Claude sensed that they had company at 
about the same time. Carol opened her eyes and an instant later Claude 
lifted his head. My wife and I met each other's eyes, we both smiled, and we 
didn't need to exchange words to express our mutual understanding. I didn't 
have to be told that the same was true when Marie and Claude met each 
other's eyes. 

All this happened very quickly, of course, and during the short period of 
time Carol's legs were lowered and Claude settled back on his haunches, his 
big cock not losing any of its stiffness. My cock also remained thrusting 
stiffly and we both grinned when we met each other's eyes. 

"Don't let me and your hot-ass wife interrupt you and my hot-ass wife," I 
said, running a hand over Marie's firm buttocks. "Isn't it about time you 
started fucking? And, if there aren't any objections, Marie and I will share 
the bed and fuck right alongside you." 

"I don't have any objections," Claude said, chuckling. 

"Nor do I," Carol said, smiling brightly. 

Marie silently moved forward and climbed onto the bed. I just as silently 
followed, my hard cock swaying from side to side, and I shoved my rigid rod 
into Marie's clinging cunt just as Claude shoved his poking prick into 
Carol's sweet snatch. 

Claude and I both started out fucking each other's wives with slow and deep 
steady strokes, the bed seeming to groan under the weight of our four 
bodies, but our sexy wives soon set a faster pace. We soon had the bed 
bouncing and swaying and seemingly squeaking in protest, but there weren't 
any protests from Claude or from me-nor from our sex-happy wives, for that 
matter. 

We'd both remained braced on our hands and arms while pumping away. Marie 
began spasming first, which didn't surprise me, and she pulled my mouth to 
hers. I returned her tongue-lashing kiss and kept pounding until she went 
limp. I had also felt the bed moving along with Carol and Claude's wilder 
movements, and when I lifted my head and chest I saw that Carol and Claude 
were kissing passionately while he pumped her through a release. 

As soon as Carol went limp Claude lifted his head and chest. Marie announced 
that I hadn't climaxed and Carol met my eyes and said that Claude hadn't 
ejaculated. Marie said that she'd like for us to shift around, as she was 
curious to see if Claude's cock would go soft or bend in the middle while he 
was fucking her. 

Marie had spoken in a kidding manner and I could tell that Claude's feelings 
hadn't been hurt even before he said, also in a kidding manner, that maybe 
all he'd needed was to soak his cock in young pussy juice. Marie laughed low 
in her throat and said she hoped it didn't hurt my feelings because she 
wanted to feel her husband's hard cock in her cunt. 

"You're a damned good fuck, but I think my wife's just a little better," I 
said teasingly. 

"That's the way you should feel," Marie said. "Right, Carol?" 

"Right," Carol said, reaching up and over and patting my cheek. "Isn't it 
great that we don't feel any jealousy, honey?" 

"You'd better believe it," I said, grinning and pulling my stiff prick from 
Marie's clinging pussy as Claude withdrew from Carol. 

Claude and I quickly made the shift and I found it exciting to be fucking my 
wife while another couple fucked right beside us. I was glad that I still 
preferred to have my cock in my own wife's snapping pussy and the expression 
in her eyes told me that she felt the same way about me and my pistoning 
prick. 

It wasn't mentioned then, but at a later time Marie and Claude both 
expressed similar sentiments about each other. Which is further proof that 
some people are capable of having sex outside marriage and able to keep the 
action separated from the different emotion called love. 

Marie soon spasmed under Claude's pounding prick and not long afterward 
Carol's sweet snatch spasmed around my thrusting tool. I wasn't ready to 
climax, as I wanted to save my load for Marie, so I had to do some 
concentrating to keep from shooting off while Carol was making it. 

After Carol and Marie stopped moving, and they'd discovered they both still 
had a hard cock buried deep, Marie said that maybe a shift should be made 
again. 

"I'm all for that," Claude said. "It is just a little ridiculous to be 
fucking my own wife at a time like this." 

"I think I have a better idea," I said. "I'm just about ready to shoot my 
wad. How about you, Claude?" 

"Maybe a couple of more minutes," Claude said. "I haven't been this hot in 
one hell of a long time." 

Both our cocks had been left buried to the hilt and we'd both braced on our 
hands and arms. I said that Marie had expressed the desire to finish me off 
with her mouth, then added that Carol was a very oral person. 

"I guess cocksucking could be called the final test," Carol said. "I haven't 
sucked a cock other than Jim's since we met." 

"I can't say the same thing about Claude and his cock and he knows it," 
Marie said. "In case you're interested, Carol, I also get a big bang out of 
lapping a cunt." 

"I'm very interested," Carol said. "Jim must've already told that, though. 
Later I'd like to take on both cocks at the same time. I've never 
experienced that pleasure with two men. I've sucked a fellow's cock while 
being banged by a dog, as I'm sure Jim has already told. He told about the 
dog, at least, and-" Carol let out a little laugh. "-I am rambling on and 
on, aren't I!" 

"I just hope you aren't stalling," Claude said. "If you don't want to go 
down on me it's okay, Carol. I wouldn't want anything to happen to spoil 
what we've already enjoyed and I hope to enjoy in the future." 

"I think you men are doing most of the stalling," Carol said. "After all, 
Marie and I can't very well perform fellatio when each hard cock is buried 
balls deep in a twat. Right, Marie?" 

"Right," Marie said. 

Claude and I withdrew at the same time and it didn't take long for the four 
of us to get into position for the thrilling pleasure we all wanted. At 
first it was a little startling to actually see my lovely young wife going 
down on another man, but what I'd already observed her doing helped me 
quickly adjust to the erotic sight. Besides, at the same time my hard and 
throbbing cock was being just as greedily sucked by Marie and while gripped 
in the throes of passion nothing else seems to be very important. 

I've never been unfortunate enough to experience a letdown feeling after a 
sexual climax, as I understand is the case with many men-and women-so I was 
still in high spirits after I shot my load into Marie's mouth and Carol took 
Claude's load in her mouth. The same was true of Carol, I knew, and with 
Marie-and I was glad to discover that Claude was just as fortunate. Maybe 
that's the deciding factor separating the swingers from the non-swingers. 

In any case, after our cocks had gone limp in each other's wives' mouths, 
and they'd gulped down all we had to offer at the moment, Claude and I were 
both eagerly looking forward to more action. I knew that was true where 
Claude was concerned because he suggested that Marie and Carol go down on 
each other while he and I recovered. 

Saying that I thought Claude had a good idea, I went on and suggested that 
we go to the living room where there'd be more space. My main reason for 
wanting to move was so there'd be plenty of room when we brought Prince into 
the house, but I don't think Carol and Marie-were thinking about the dog 
then-and I think they would've willingly gone just about any place where 
they could sample each other's many charms. And Claude was just as eager to 
watch an exhibition of lesbianism as our wives were to put the exciting show 
on. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The living room was large enough not to have to move any furniture. Claude 
and I sat down on the couch, well away from each other, while Carol and 
Marie went into each other's arms, pressed their mouths and bodies together, 
then slipped quite gracefully to the soft and thick carpet. 

Carol on top, they didn't spend much time kissing and grinding their cunts 
together. My wife told me later that she'd been surprised by the small size 
of Marie's clitoris. She did the swinging around, burying her face in 
Marie's dark crotch, but Marie quickly grabbed Carol's lovely ass with both 
hands and buried her face in Carol's blonde crotch. They then rolled over on 
their sides and went at each other as if cunnilingus might go out of style 
at any moment and they wanted to get their share before the deadline. 

I got a big bang out of watching Claude's reaction to the heated gay action. 
Almost as big a bang as I did out of observing the bobbing heads and the 
fingers clutching wriggling asses. Claude kept his gaze fixed upon the two 
lovely females when he answered my question by saying that he'd never been 
lucky enough to see such an exciting sight before. 

"I think I've spent too much time drunk and drinking, Jim. By damn, I think 
I could go without a drink from now oq if I could enjoy myself like this on 
a regular basis. Sex seems to be taking the place of drinking, I mean-does 
that sound crazy?" 

"I don't think so," I said. "Drinking to excess is a form of escape and it's 
a fact that a person can lose himself in sexual bliss, as you can plainly 
see by the way Carol and Marie are going at each other." 

"I'm even getting another hard-on," Claude said. "That hasn't happened so 
quickly in one hell of a long time, believe me, and I sure as hell 
appreciate this opportunity." 

"There'll be many more opportunities," I said. "In fact, I think I'll make a 
phone call later and see if I can get you another hot-ass gal for this 
evening. Not that I won't bang her, too! If she's home and wants to come 
she'll probably bring her husband, though." 

"I don't mind," Claude said, keeping his eyes on our wives and their mutual 
greediness. He chuckled and added, "And you can bet your wife's lovely ass 
Marie won't mind!" 

"And you can bet your wife's lovely ass that Carol won't mind," I said, 
laughing and watching as Carol and Marie had what I figured was at least 
their third simultaneous climax. 

My cock had gotten hard again, but I wasn't in any hurry to use it. Claude's 
prick was poking stiffly and I almost expected him to hurl himself upon 
Carol and Marie. But he didn't make a move even after Carol and Marie pulled 
away from each other, then moved until they were sitting and facing us. 

"We should've started something like this long ago," Marie said, smiling, 
her eyes on her husband's stiff cock. 

"I was just telling Jim the same thing," Claude said. "He said he might make 
a phone call and see if another couple will join us." 

"I could call Rita," I said, looking at Carol. "She's the redhead I visited 
after seeing you with Prince." 

"I remember you mentioning her name," Carol said. "Do you think she'll come 
on such short notice?" 

"There's only one way to find out," I said, getting to my feet and walking 
over to the phone and phone book. 

It didn't take long to find Rita's number and she answered on the third 
ring. I identified myself and she sounded very happy to hear from me. I 
quickly told her what had happened and why I'd called. She told me to wait a 
moment and I heard talking in the background. She came back on and told me 
that Sue and Sue's husband were there and wanted to know if the four of them 
could come over. 

I said that would be fine and gave her the address and the directions. She 
said they'd be there within an hour. After I replaced the receiver I filled 
in Rita's part of the conversation, as I'd talked loud enough to be heard by 
everybody in the room, and Carol said that maybe we should get dressed. 

The four of us had a brief discussion and decided not to get dressed. We'd 
just have to take our clothes off again and we also took into consideration 
the fact that Rita and Sue and their husbands were undoubtedly more 
experienced in making the swinging scene than we were. 

Since we did have a great deal of time before our guests would arrive I 
suggested that I go get Prince. The suggestion was greeted with enthusiasm 
and I put on my robe, found my shoes, and went after the big dog. 

When I returned with the German shepherd keeping a firm grip on his leash, 
Carol was on her back on the carpet and Claude was sucking on one of her 
breasts and Marie was lavishing her oral attentions upon the other jutting 
mound. They were also caressing her beautiful golden body with their hands. 

Carol's hands weren't idle and she smiled and winked when she met my eyes. I 
smiled and jokingly said that I hated to interrupt, but that Prince was 
eager to join the party. As Claude and Marie stopped suckling my wife's 
spiked titties and sat upright I ordered Prince to sit. He obeyed and Carol 
asked Marie if she wanted to take Prince on first. 

Marie said that she'd rather watch the dog fuck Carol, then laughed 
nervously and added that she might change her mind about being fucked by the 
big animal after seeing the exhibition. I told Prince to remain where he was 
and detached the leash from his collar. Marie and Claude got back out of the 
way and Carol lifted her knees and spread them far apart. 

My wife took over, calling the dog to her, and Prince padded forward and 
went through his sniffing and lapping routine. His prick was soon thrusting 
out of its sheath and Marie said something about the organ being bigger than 
she'd expected. 

Claude, his own cock still thrusting stiffly, said that he had seen stray 
dogs get hung-up while fucking. I said I thought that was because a bitch 
dog's pussy was tighter and there had to be a waiting period for the knot to 
go down after the male dog had ejaculated. Carol said a human female didn't 
have to worry about anything like that, then said the knot in a dog's cock 
was what made being pronged worthwhile. 

"As well as the long and hot wet tongue, of course," Carol added with a 
little laugh. "Okay, Prince, that's enough lapping. Back off so I can get 
into position for you to fuck me." 

The horny animal stopped lapping Carol's cunt and moved back while she got 
on her hands and knees. Her words had been mostly for the benefit of the two 
fascinated onlookers. Prince mounted her, making his usual quick jabs with 
his erect prick, and Carol reached back between her legs and did the 
guiding. 

The German shepherd started out fucking Carol with his usual swift 
movements, and I got my usual bang from watching, but I also got a kick out 
of observing Marie and Claude. They both watched the heated action with 
obvious excitement, and I was glad Claude didn't lose his hard-on. Marie 
glanced up at me once, her dark eyes glowing, and said that she was going to 
take a turn with the dog. 

My cock had drooped while going after Prince, and it lifted again, but I 
decided not to remove my house shoes and robe. I meant to take the dog out 
of the house after he'd finished fucking Carol and Marie. It did enter my 
mind that Rita and Sue might bring Sampson as well as their husbands, but I 
still didn't want to stick my cock into a cunt containing dog jism. Or any 
other kind of jism, for that matter, as I never did go in for wet-decking. 

Carol hunched along with Prince's pistoning prick and I could tell that she 
spasmed when his hindquarters jerked even more erratically and he shot his 
wad. He only faltered for a few seconds, as I'd expected him to do, then 
began pumping again. 

Telling Prince to back off, at the same time walking out from under him on 
her hands and knees, Carol quickly flipped over on her back. The dog was 
right there, his long tongue lapping Carol's flooded cunt, and Marie made a 
comment about his cock still being hard. 

"He's good for another fast fuck and a spurting finish," I said. "Do you 
really want to take him on, Marie?" 

"If Claude doesn't mind," Marie said. 

Claude chuckled. "Hell, honey, we're here to have fun, aren't we? You can 
suck my cock while the horny animal's putting the blocks to you!" 

That's the way they did it. Claude got on his back and Marie suspended 
herself over him, her mouth inches from the blunt end of his poking tool, 
her ass hiked high for the penetration. Carol helped Prince mount Marie, 
making sure that his jabbing prick slipped into the right hole, and Marie 
moaned as she started hunching along with the dog's pumping pecker. 

But she soon took a goodly portion of her husband's big cock into her mouth 
and began sucking greedily while continuing to move along with Prince's 
swift thrusts. The dog lasted longer, due to his recent ejaculation in 
Carol's pussy, and there was no doubt about Marie climaxing when the dog's 
cock exploded and spurted hot jism into her cunt. Because she jerked her 
mouth from Claude's stiff prick and loudly proclaimed that fact as she 
hunched and wriggled like crazy. 

"You're right, Carol! The knot is what makes it worthwhile!" 

Carol took a grip on Prince's collar and Claude rolled from under Marie. She 
got out from under the dog, flipped over on her back, and spread her legs. 
Prince, his red cock creeping back into its furry sheath, went right to 
Marie's jism-filled cunt without a word from Carol. 

After the German shepherd had lapped his second load from Marie's cunt and 
crotch, with Marie squirming her ass against the carpet and making a comment 
now and then about how great his big tongue felt on and in her pussy, Carol 
pulled him away by tugging on his collar. 

I attached the leash and said I'd take Prince outside. Carol put out a hand, 
helped Marie to her feet, and said they'd go take a shower. Claude, his cock 
still hard, told them to do a good job. Marie told her husband that he could 
go along and see that they did a good job. He grinned and said that he'd 
better rest and save his strength for the fun he meant to have with the 
other two women he hoped would soon arrive. 

When I returned from taking Prince to his dog house, my cock once again 
limber, Claude was sitting on the couch. His cock had also drooped. I went 
over and snapped the porch light on so as to make the number visible from 
the street. I then picked a chair near the door. Claude said that if I 
didn't remove the robe he was going, to cover himself. 

Understanding how he felt, I kicked out of my shoes, then stood up and 
removed the robe. Just as I started to sit back down I saw the lights 
through the drapes as a car pulled into the driveway. Feeling nervous, as 
well as a little stupid being naked to greet guests, I stood by and waited 
for the doorbell to ring. 

When the bell did ring, I glanced at Claude, managed a smile, and opened the 
door a crack to take a peek and made sure it was the foursome we were 
expecting. I found myself staring into Rita's eyes. She smiled brightly-and 
the next few minutes have always been a little confused and hazy in my mind. 

After the four were inside and the door was closed, I got through the 
introductions somehow and I do know that Claude had crossed his legs to hide 
his cock and balls. Rita and Sue helped me adjust to the awkward situation, 
as did their husbands, and I managed to get the names straight during the 
handshaking Claude didn't participate in. 

Floyd was Rita's husband and Sue's husband was Elvin. Both were good-looking 
fellows, neatly dressed in sports clothes, and they didn't appear to be the 
slightest bit disturbed by the fact that their wives were in a room with two 
naked men. 

I volunteered the information that Carol and Marie were taking a shower, 
then added that they'd just finished having an enjoyable session with our 
dog, Prince. Claude spoke for the first time by saying that it'd been a 
first for his wife, then chuckled and said that the whole exciting deal was 
a first for him. 

Everybody except me was sitting by then and I said I felt stupid being naked 
while everybody except Claude and I had clothes on. Floyd said he could 
understand that easily enough, stood up, and started removing his clothes. 
Soon everybody was naked and Claude had uncrossed his legs. His cock was 
still limp, as was mine, and the other two cocks also remained soft. 

I knew that even when they got hard the two cocks couldn't possibly expand 
into a size to equal mine-or Claude's. Somehow, that knowledge, along with 
the fact that I'd already sexed it up with the two wives, made me lose most 
of my nervousness. 

I found out later that both men had seven inches when aroused, according to 
their wives, and Claude's cock was just a fraction over eight inches when 
hard-also according to his wife. 

Carol and Marie entered the living room within a couple of minutes, before 
there'd been time for a lengthy and possibly uncomfortable silence, and I 
went through the introduction bit without a hitch. 

I was proud of my wife's beautiful golden body and also proud of the way she 
handled herself. Not that I mean to detract anything from Marie's many 
charms, of course, and she also handled herself very well. But it was 
natural for me to be more interested in the way all four pairs of eyes 
admired my lovely young wife. 

After the introductions, and when we were all sitting down, Carol said that 
even if she happened to be the hostess she needed a little help. She looked 
at me and I said that even if I happened to be the host I didn't know how to 
get things started without speaking bluntly and maybe causing feelings to be 
hurt by making suggestions. 

Rita said that it wasn't necessary to do any talking, then proved it by 
slipping to the carpet and getting on her knees between my legs. The fact 
that she was closer to me was probably the reason the redhead didn't pick 
Claude and his cock. 

I was very conscious of all eyes being on my cock and Rita's caressing 
fingers, then there was general movement as temporary partners were picked. 
Sue got down between Claude's legs and began fondling his cock. Probably 
because they were more experienced where group sex was concerned, and maybe 
partly because their wives had started the action first, Floyd got down 
between Carol's legs and Elvin just about as quickly got into position to go 
down on Marie. 

By then my cock was hard and Rita was sucking the swollen glans while 
stroking the stiff shaft with one hand and fondling my heavy balls with her 
other hand. Claude's cock was also hard and Sue was bestowing her lavish 
oral attentions on the crown while keeping her hands busy on his stiff shaft 
and big balls. 

Enjoying Rita's greedy sucking, safe in the knowledge that I could last and 
last, I turned most of my attention to Carol and Marie-and to the two heads 
bobbing between their thighs, of course. 

Rita and Sue didn't perform fellatio for very long, and shortly after they 
lifted their heads Floyd and Elvin did the same. I knew that Carol and Marie 
hadn't spasmed and I could see that each man had an erection. 

When Rita and Sue saw that Floyd and Elvin were changing places, obviously 
having silently agreed to do so, Rita and Sue did the same. Sue sucked my 
cock while Rita sucked Claude's and I decided that what was happening was 
about the best way for everybody to get acquainted in a sexual way. 

Elvin lapped Carol to and through an orgasm and Floyd did the same to Marie. 
Sue stopped sucking my cock and Rita pulled her mouth from Claude's stiff 
pecker while Elvin and Floyd were getting to their feet. They remained 
standing before Carol and Marie and Carol leaned forward and sucked Elvin's 
hard cock while Marie performed fellatio on Floyd. 

Claude said that he liked to eat pussy and Rita laughed low in her throat, 
got on her back on the carpet, parted her legs, and told him to go to it. 
Claude was down muff-diving in a matter of seconds. I told Sue that I was 
ready to go down on her and seconds later she was on her back and I was 
lapping her tasty twat. 

By the time I'd lapped Sue to and through a spasmodic release, and lifted my 
head to take a look, some changes had been made. Claude was fucking Rita, 
Elvin was pronging Carol, and Floyd was putting the blocks to Marie. I moved 
in and slipped my hard cock into Sue's hot and juicy cunt. 

It wasn't long before Claude said that he'd like to shift over and give it a 
go with Sue. I didn't mind, and I knew it was okay with Sue and Rita, so we 
quickly shifted. Just as I started fucking Rita and Claude started pronging 
Sue, Floyd told Elvin they should shift. Elvin said it was all right with 
him and I watched as they changed partners. 

Things got e little wild after that. All four of us men were Ion lasting 
studs and all four hot-ass wives were capable partners, each husband taking 
a turn with each wife at least three times while we were shifting around, 
and I wondered if the other three husbands had thoughts similar to mine. 

I enjoyed myself tremendously while pronging each wife's hot, clinging 
cunt-and they all had educated inner muscles-but I knew that if I had to 
settle for one it'd be my lovely young wife and her sweet snatch. I also 
knew, without having to be told, that Carol felt the same way about me and 
my cock. I suppose it was the same way with the other three swapping 
couples, though, because they did live together and they had to have many 
things other than sex and sexual freedom to make them want to stay married 
to each other. 

I'll admit that swinging and swapping isn't for everybody. It takes a 
special type of person, male or female, to be able to live such a life 
without feelings of shame and guilt and jealousy. 

An important reason for so many people experiencing such feelings when 
experimenting with complete sexual freedom is because of the conditioning 
they've received in our mixed-up society. If there's any secret as to why so 
many married couples are able to enjoy swapping without mental problems it's 
the fact that they don't think marriage means that they own each other. They 
also understand and accept the truth that most humans aren't monogamous 
either by instinct or by choice. 

That first sex party lasted for hours. We weren't sexually active at all 
times, of course. There was plenty of time for resting and talking, pleasant 
intervals enjoyed by all, and we had beer as a refreshment now and then. 
With the exception of Claude. He had soft drinks, happy because he was able 
to watch us without wanting a beer or anything stronger for himself, and we 
were all happy for him. 

Elvin was the first to ejaculate, while he was fucking Carol, and Floyd 
climaxed while screwing Marie shortly afterward. Carol and Marie went to the 
bathroom and Elvin and Floyd watched as Rita sucked my cock and Sue sucked 
Claude's prick. Claude and I were both trying to shoot off-we weren't trying 
to hold back, at least-and Rita and Sue finally changed places. 

They sucked until their jaws got tired and while they were taking a rest 
Carol and Marie returned. Marie said that Carol had been wanting to enjoy 
two hard and spurting cocks at the same time and suggested that Claude and I 
give my wife pleasure in that manner. 

Rita and Sue had no objections, nor did Claude and I, but Carol said she 
didn't want to be too greedy. It didn't take much talking to get my sexy 
young wife to agree, though. 

I was getting close to the point of no return, and I figured I could last 
longer fucking than while being sucked, so I told Claude that if it was all 
right with him Carol could give him a blow-job. He liked the idea, Carol 
said it didn't make all that much difference to her, and we made the 
threesome scene in that manner. 

With Claude on his back, Carol sucking his big cock and her beautiful butt 
hiked high, I fucked her dog fashion until she spasmed. Claude then 
announced that he was just about to ejaculate. I'd been fighting like hell 
to keep from spurting my stuff so I told him to let me know when he was 
ready. He said he was ready right then. 

Carol had heard our remarks. She started sucking Claude's cock even more 
greedily and I really began to slam the hard meat to her. The three of us 
climaxed at the same time and a little later Carol said that it'd really 
been a glorious experience. I was glad she'd been able to add that much more 
happiness to her life. Because, as many people say, life is short and a 
person should grab all the happiness possible. 

The wives engaged in lesbianism while waiting for us men to recover. Then, 
while the wives were resting after enjoying the gay sexual pleasures, Rita 
said that Sampson was in the car. I said I'd slip my robe on and go get the 
German shepherd. 

Meeting my eyes and smiling, Carol said that she was loving her 
understanding husband more and more all the time. I believed her, of course, 
as I could have said the same thing about loving her more all the time. But 
I didn't say anything. I just returned her smile and proved how I felt by 
going after the horny dog. 


THE END
