Chapter 10
It was almost noon when Cindy entered her apartment. Alex and Sara had dropped her off en-route to their mansion at the other end of town. Cindy was bushed. The night with Harry and Sara had been hectic. The older girl and the much older man had introduced Cindy to new ways of love-making she hadn't dreamed existed. They had socked it to her every possible way and she had been a willing slave to their perversions.
The moment she entered her apartment and saw her husband with his feet propped up on a hassock, reading the Sunday paper and wearing a pouty look on his handsome face, she knew she was in for it.
Ignoring the frown he bestowed on her, Cindy chirped, "Hi! I'm home." She slipped out of her outer jacket and began fussing and straightening up the living room.
Dave placed the paper on his lap. He glanced at the clock on the wall. "So I see." The tone of his voice was frigid. "About time you got home."
Cindy shrugged. "I was kinda busy."
"So I noticed." Dave's eyes followed her around the room as she straightened things up.
"Can I fix you some breakfast, dear?"
"Don't bother. I ate long ago," he pouted.
Cindy said, "Well, I guess I'll go take a shower, then a nap. I'm bushed." Walking into their master bedroom, she slid out of her clothes and went into the bathroom.
Dave followed her. Standing in the doorway, he glared at her while she tinkled. "You sure fouled things up last night." His voice contained an edge of bitterness.
"Me?" Cindy wiped her twat with paper, stood up, went to the tub and started the water. "How d'ya figure that?" She kept her voice bright and cheerful.
"Going to bed with Harry! That wasn't what we had in mind!"
"You had in mind!" corrected Cindy, wiggling her ass around while she ran her hand in the water to test the temperature.
"You know what I mean." Entering the bathroom, Dave sat on the commode and watched while Cindy stepped into the tub and began splashing around. "You were supposed to work out on Alex, not Harry." He sighed. "Leave it to you to blow the whole thing!"
Cindy crinkled her nose impishly. "The only thing I was blowing last night was your fat friend, Horse-cock Harry!" Her eyes lit up in recollection of Harry's huge cock.
Dave groaned. "That's right. Be flip about it." He leaned forward. "Why d'ya think I've been getting involved in these swap deals? To better ourselves with guys like Alex. He likes you. You play it right and hell turn his business over to me. It'll mean more money for us. But no, you had to shack up with Harry!" He shook his head, a measure of despair in his eyes.
Cindy paused in the act of soaping her titties. "Money means a lot to you, eh Dave?"
"Hell yes." He waved a hand about him. "I wanna get away from apartments. Make a bundle. Be able to afford a mansion like Harry and Alex. I wanna make it big, while I'm young enough to enjoy it." His eyes were intense, filled with fervor.
"And you'd do anything to get money? Even going so far as to swap me around to other guys?"
Dave flushed. "It isn't exactly like that. The swapping's for kicks, too. If it can also benefit us financially, all the better."
Cindy pursed her lips, then said, "Harry was right about you.
"What...?"
"He mentioned you were some kind of a nut for swapping a girl like me. Said if he was married to me, he'd never do such a thing. He'd keep me all to himself."
"Harry's got a big mouth. Also a million bucks. He can talk."
"He also said something else." "Yeah...?"
"He wants me to leave you and move in with him." Cindy delivered the bombshell casually as she began washing all over with the soapy wash rag. From the corners of her eyes she watched for Dave's reaction.
Dave hopped from the seat as though the water had backed up and caught him on the buttocks. His face paled. "He wants you to leave me? Move in with him...?"
Cindy concentrated on washing between her legs, watching while the soap bubbles formed. She nodded. "Yep. That's what he wants me to do."
"But... but..."
"Of course, hell make it worth your while," Cindy added, running her hands around her glorious tits and playing with them.
"He wants to marry you?" Dave's face fell.
"Hell no. He'd never divorce Rubi. They got too much going for each other. He just wants me to move in with them. Rubi has her own boy friends moving in and out with her, same as Harry. Seems like that's part of the way they live. It seems to work out pretty good for them."
"He just wants you to live with him? Go to bed with him?"
Cindy nodded. "That's the deal. I'd be like a wife to him. Only, of course, we wouldn't be married. But everything else ... Yes. How about it, dear? Can I move in with him? I told him I'd talk it over with you." Cindy eyed him archly.
The frown on Dave's face deepened. He paced the small bathroom floor. "You want to move in with him?"
Cindy shrugged. "I'm not sure. He's quite a man ... you know what I mean.... She eyed him sharply. "Would you want me to?"
Dave flushed. Bending over the tub, he washed her back with the wet wash rag. Clearing his throat, he said, "You mentioned he said he'd make it worth while...?"
"Why, you son-uva-bitch!" Cindy grabbed the wash rag from him and threw it in his face. "Money! That's all you think of!" She hopped from the tub, grabbed a towel, dried herself, rushed from the room, re-entered her bedroom and threw herself onto the bed. Deep sobs tore from her throat as her shoulders shook.
Dave sat on the bed beside her. He tenderly ran his fingers over her bare back. "There! There! Hon. I didn't mean to get you shook up. I thought you wanted to at least talk about it. You brought the subject up."
She shrugged. "Get away from me, you bastard. I hate you!" The sobs increased in intensity.
Dave rolled her onto her back. He swung across her naked body and propped himself on an elbow and stared down. He toyed with her hair and let his fingers run down onto her lips. He wiped away her tears. He sighed. "Guess maybe I am some kinda nut. But all I'm thinking of, hon, is our future. I want to make it big. Be a millionaire, if possible. And I want you to share it with me."
"That's why you're so willing to share me now? I'm young and pretty and you want to cash in on that before it's too late!"
"Well..." Dave hedged. "Yes. You are quite an asset. Shucks, you're still a teenager. I figure you and me play it smart, well clean up in a few years. Rubbing elbows with guys like Alex, and Harry, some of their wealth is bound to rub off onto us if we play our cards right. That's what I have in mind, hon. Honest."
Cindy dried her tears. A measure of love for her husband was intermingled with the loathing she felt for him.
She understood his inner feelings, his inner drive. He had a great urge for wealth. She felt the same way at times. Both her and Dave had come from ordinary, run-of-the-mill families. Their parents had a hard time making ends meet and educate the children. Dave had managed to get through college but Cindy had quit as a freshman to marry him. Both of them had been exposed to wealthy friends like Alex and Harry. They both had an urge to make it big in the money department.
Dave's casual acceptance of Harry's proposition had shocked her. It had made it appear as if he valued money more than he valued her. But, truthfully, she, too, had been thinking along the same lines. And in addition to the money she'd have free access to the wondrous sized cock that hung between Harry's legs. Even now, thinking of that horse-cock was stirring her passions and lust.
She stopped crying. "But I thought you wanted me to work out on Alex. Get him to transfer his account...?"
"I do." Dave frowned. "When d'ya have to let Harry know?"
Cindy shrugged. "No rush. Anytime. Next week. Next month. He's in no rush. It's an open offer."
"How much did he say he'd pay you.... Dave flushed.
"Two thousand dollars a week!"
"What!" Dave almost fell off the bed.
"Not a bad rental fee for a slightly used wife, is it?"
"Wow!" The flush receded. Dave's practical, business-like mind took over. "For how many weeks?"
"As long as I want to stay. A week. Two weeks. A month. Or until he tires of me and boots me out for another girl."
"Hmmmm." Dave stared at his wife with new respect. She was a valuable property. Reaching for the phone at the side of the bed, he handed it to her. "Call him!" he ordered.
"What for?"
"To tell him you'll move in. Today. I'll help you pack your bags.... That did it!
With a wail of dismay, Cindy hopped from the bed, pointed dramatically toward the door and screamed, "Out! You bastard! Out! I never want to speak to you again!" Her finger quivered. Her titties bounced up and down with the convulsive anger. Tears misted her eyes and she shook all over with rage.
"But I thought...?" Bewildered, Dave got to his feet. These wifely flare-ups puzzled him. First, she's talking calmly about the business deal. In an effort to be helpful, he'd offered to help her pack. Now this?
"I'll pack, you bastard! And how, I'll pack! But not to go to Harry. I'm leaving you, you worm. For good! Treating me like I'm a piece of merchandise. Sell me to the highest bidder. Well, I got news for you, husband. You can go to hell. I'll make it on my own. Guys like Harry are willing to pay me a couple thousand a week. Who needs you? Out...!"
"Can't we talk it over, hon...?"
"There's nothing to talk about! We're through. Finished. I...." Her flow of words were cut off by the ringing of the phone.
Dave jumped nervously at the sound and dropped the phone on the bed. He sighed in relief, welcoming the interruption. He handed it to her. "You answer it. It's probably for you. Maybe Harry...? A hopeful look swept to his eyes.
Controlling herself with an effort, Cindy, picked up the receiver. "H'lo.... She managed to keep the sob from her voice.
The voice on the other end chirped. "Hi, darling. It's me. Sara."
"Ooooh?" Cindy brightened. Memories of the good times last night with her female lover flashed to her mind. "Hi!"
"Alex and me got to talking after we came home...?" "Yes...?"
"When I explained what'd happened, how Dave got horsed off and left the party.... "Go on.
"Alex said that wasn't exactly fair to him. He did kind of get left out, you know what I mean...?" "I guess so. So what?"
"Alex was thinking maybe you and Dave would like to drive over to our place. Spend the day with us. And the evening...?" "Hmmmm...."
"Remember the good times you and I had together last night?" Sara hinted.
"You mean...?" Cindy's heart pounded.
"Why not? We can send the boys out on an errand. Let 'em go play a few rounds of golf. Then you and I...?" The implication was clear.
"Gee, I'd sure like to." Cindy could feel herself heating up just thinking about it. "Think we could arrange it? " "It's worth a try. Of course we'll have to play their game first. But, maybe, after they're bushed...? How about it? You coming over?"
"I'll ask Dave." Holding the receiver to her hand, she turned to her husband. "It's Sara. She and Alex want us to come over to their place." She kept her voice cool and brisk. She glared at him, still provoked.
Dave's eyes lit up. "To swap?"
"Yes." Cindy answered flatly, showing no enthusiasm.
"Do you want to go?" Dave tempered his enthusiasm with the question.
Cindy shrugged. "I could care less. After what's happened....
Dave's face fell. "Well, if that's how you feel...?"
Cindy said, feeling she'd overdone the hurt wife bit, and seeing her chances of getting next to Sara again go sliding away, "I guess I'll tell 'em well be over. We can continue our discussion later." She said, into the mouthpiece, "Well be right over, Sara." She hung up the phone.
"Darling!" Dave swept her into his arms, showered her with kisses. "I love you! You make me so happy. Alex and Sara!"
Cindy pushed him away, a frown on her face. "I just can't understand you! It seems to make you so happy when you get a chance to shove me into another man's arms!" She bestowed a look of contempt on him.
Less than an hour later, she found herself in the other man's arms. Alex seemed overjoyed at seeing her. He and Sara had wasted little time in getting with the swap game. After a few preliminary drinks, some small talk and a general relaxation, they'd paired up. Alex now had Cindy on the bed in the guest room. Sara had Dave cornered in another bedroom.
En-route to the Peter's place, Dave had impressed on Cindy how nice it would be if she could talk Alex into allowing Dave to handle his account in stocks and bonds. Cindy, although still angry with her husband, had promised to see what she could do.
A wave of excitement was building in her at the thought of getting next to Alex. He was so nice. Then, in the back of her mind, another thought struggled for recognition. The thought of getting next to Sara. Between the two lustful thoughts, Cindy was about ready to come in her panties.
Alex kissed her tenderly while they stood beside the huge bed. "I missed you last night, Cindy." He drew her to his embrace. He kissed her again and again. "When I saw Harry carting you off to his bedroom, I was very disappointed."
"Me too." Cindy nestled in his arms. A feeling of warmth and love swept through her.
"I've been wanting so much to make love to you, darling." Alex slid her blouse off, exposing her wondrous breasts. He fumbled with the snaps of the bra and soon had it off. He sucked in his breath when her titties bounced to freedom. Large, solid, voluptuous mounds of delight, they were smooth and creamy white. Pink cherry tips in a small sea of brown. He tweaked the nipples. "Lovely. Lovely." Her breasts shook and quivered. They were begging for attention. For kisses and sucking.
Cindy cupped them upward with her fingers. "You like?" she whispered.
"Love 'em." He placed his large hands over hers and played with them.
"Then suck 'em," ordered Cindy. "Say please? " Alex teased.
"Please suck my titties." Cindy smiled fondly at him.
"Well, now you put it that way." Alex chuckled. "I usually don't do such nasty things," he joshed, "but since they're so pretty, so firm, so smooth and so round I'll make an exception." Bending lower, he drew one, then the other into his mouth. His tongue licked at the nipples. His teeth nibbled them. He drew the firm breasts, one after the other, far into his mouth, sucking and licking them.
Waves of passion swept through Cindy. She moaned and pushed her titties further forward. She wrapped her hands around his neck and drew his head to her, stroking his hair. "Do it to me, Alex. Do it. You suck so nice. Ooooooh .. . Aaaaa. You're getting me so hot..."
While sucking the melons, Alex slid his fingers down. He unzipped her short skirt and dropped it to the floor. She kicked it away. Cindy had on lace panties, a garter belt and dark full-length stockings. Alex glanced down between sucks. Cindy's white, smooth skin was a wondrous contrast to the dark stockings.
He dropped to his knees before her to behold the marvelous sight!
He ran his fingers up and down her thighs, partially covered by the stockings. "Lovely. Lovely," he murmured, wetting his lips and gazing in admiration at the glorious sight. The dark hose and blue panties enhanced the erotic attraction of her flawless skin. He drew her to him and kissed her on the crotch.
He spread her legs wide and kissed her again on the panties where they covered her cunt. He slobbered his lips on the cloth and pushed it into her crack. He kept sucking the covered cunt and digging his fingers into her tiny asshole. He tore a hole in her panties. He turned her around and stared at the hole he had poked in her panties. Then, bending her over, he drove his tongue through the hole in her panties and into the hole in her ass! He slurped and kissed at the tiny asshole, running fingers into it to soften it up and ream it out. Then he ran his tongue deeper in until it was all soft and gooey ... and smelly.
Quickly he turned Cindy around, still bent over and touching her toes. He shoved his shit-covered lips to hers and kissed her!
Cindy recoiled momentarily, then eagerly accepted his kisses. After all, she reasoned, it was her shit! She ran her tongue deep into his mouth. She was getting so hot! "Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me!" She moaned and thrashed around.
"Where do you want it, darling?"
"Anywhere. In the ass. In the mouth. In my cunt. Just give it to me, dear. Fuck me!" she moaned.
Hopping to his feet, Dave slid Cindy's panties off, keeping her in the bent over position. Her lovely ass, completely exposed, wiggled before him. Cindy still had on the garter belt and dark hose. The contrast excited Dave. He kissed Cindy's asshole and reamed it with his tongue and fingers. Then, moving forward, he shoved his cock into her asshole!
Cindy screamed at the impact. She pushed against the side of the bed for support. She wailed and screamed a few more times while wiggling her ass in an effort to adjust to the large prick. Finally she adjusted. "Fuck me in the ass hard, Alex!" she screamed. "Make me feel that big cock!"
Alex obliged. He shoved his wang in as far as he could, then out. It was a sticky, gooky mess. The more he pounded into her tiny asshole, the messier his cock became. "Ready?" he yelled.
Looking around, Cindy said, "For what...?"
"This in you mouth?"
"Oh no ... not that..." Cindy opened her mouth wide to lodge a protest.
Before she could finish her formal protest, Alex whirled her around and shoved his shitty cock deep into her mouth. "You filthy slut!" he roared. "Suck my shitty dick!" He shoved it in and out of her protesting mouth.
Cindy's protests were muted. She hadn't really meant to object. She loved the feel of gooey cocks in her mouth. She sucked eagerly. She drew the entire length of it into her mouth. She withdrew it and kissed the outside of it. She tongue bathed it and licked off the goo. She swallowed it and kissed the head of the pecker. She played with his balls and tickled his hairy asshole. She dug her fingers into his puckered hole. Felt him wince when her sharp fingernails found skin. "Oh, Alex, this is fun!" She sucked harder and tried to make him come. "Come in my mouth please?"
Alex wasn't about to come in her mouth. He lifted her to her feet, roughly shoved her onto the bed. "Spread your legs, you filthy slut!" he ordered. "I want to fuck you!"
Cindy spread her legs wide. "Kiss my cunt first!"
"Hell no. Not after where my cock was and you sucking it."
Cindy played her game. She locked her legs together. "No kissee. No fuckee." She crinkled her nose at him.
Squirming around on top of her, breasts rubbing against his chest, trying to ram his knees between her legs, Alex said, "Okay, you filthy dicky-licking slut. I'll kiss you." He rammed his lips hard against hers.
Cindy spread her legs wide, lifted her knees. "Alex! Alex!" she whispered. "I love you so much. You do me so good!"
Alex paused. "Say that again." "You do me so good?" "No. What you said. Just before that." "I love you so much?"
Alex kissed her but made no effort to slide his dick into her throbbing cunt. "Do you really mean that? Or is it just lust speaking? " Cindy frowned. "I don't know. Usually it's a figure of speech when I'm getting screwed, but with you...?" She eased forward, trying to grab the head of his prick with her twitching twat. She pulled him forward. "I'm so hot. Sock it to me. Fuck your filthy, little slut. Please...?"
Alex eased it in, ever so slowly. The lustful look was gone from his handsome face, replaced by a look of love. His eyes were soft and tender. He moved his cock in and out slowly. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Cindy." He kissed her tenderly.
Cindy, in heat, was in no mood for small talk. She thrashed around under him like a girl possessed. Slobbering at the mouth, she screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me feel it, you horny bastard. You cunt-lapper. You ass-fucker..."
The wilder Cindy got, the calmer Alex became. His entire mood had changed. From a lustful eager beaver, anxious to ram his dick into a tiny cunt, he became an old man about to expire and wanting to make the last one count.
"What's with you?" wailed Cindy, humping under him like fucking was going out of style. "How about getting with it? Move your ass, you mother-fucking bastard! Pound me with that big cock. Ram it into my cunt..." She tried to get him to increase the tempo.
Alex slowed to almost a stop. Ignoring her outburst of obscenities, he crooned, "I love you, darling. You are so young. So tender. So unused. Such a tiny cunt. Like a virgin.... He kissed her and played with her titties. "Such lovely, smooth skin. So nice to touch....
Cindy had to slow down. She had no other choice. Bouncing a hundred and eighty pound man up and down on her body was too much. Especially when the guy didn't want to be bounced. She slowed down and met his pace and was surprised to find that it was satisfactory. His prick seemed to go deeper into her cunt and stay at the bottom longer. Then she felt it along the velvety sides of her twat as he pulled it slowly out again. Then it spread her cunt walls aside when it zeroed back in again and hit bottom. She smiled contentedly.
This slow, deliberate pace was something!
In the past, Cindy, mostly through ignorance and because of the type of guys who'd fucked her, had been the jack-rabbit type. The wham-bam-thank-you-mam type. This nice, deliberate pace was a new thrill and she liked it. "I like it, you bastard!"
Alex frowned and placed a finger on her lips. "Un-unh," he chided. "No foul-mouthing. No nasty talk. Let's make like lovers." He kissed her lips. "I love you, darling. You are my little virgin." He eased his big cock deeply into his little virgin. He let it rest at the bottom of her cavern for a long moment while he kissed her tenderly.
At the same time, he cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them gently. "Such lovely little delights," he murmured.
Cindy caught on. "You big, handsome man," she cooed. "Putting that big thing in little old me." Wrapping her legs about his waist, she drew him in deeper, letting his cock soak far down in her cunt. She squirmed around under him. "What are you doing to me...?" she whispered.
"I'm diddling you, little darling." He stroked in and out, going deeper and deeper with each lunge. "Didn't you ever do this before?"
"No sir. You're the first man ever did this to me." Cindy giggled. She felt herself getting hotter than ever, playing this game of pretend. This was much more satisfying than the bang-bang pace she was used to. He seemed so far inside, so deep in her cavity. A sudden spasm engulfed her. She stared at him in amazement. "I'm gonna come .. . !"
"I know. Me, too." The lust came back to his eyes. He bounced up and down like a maniac. "Start moving, bitch!" he roared. "Fuck, fuck, fuck....
Whimpering excitedly, Cindy thrashed around under him. This was her way. "Ooooooh .. . Aaaaaaaaa ... h! Now, you're doing me. Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me ... Ooooooh ... Aaaaaaah! I'm coming. . .I'm coming ...!" she screamed, pounding him on the back and shoving up to meet his thrusts.
Ripples of orgasmic delight swept through her, shaking her titties and causing spasms to rock her glorious body. "Oh, Lordie.... she moaned happily, feeling him coming at the same time.
Hot liquid spewed from him to her. Love lava mixing in a pool of love while they lay in each others arms, kissing, kissing, kissing ...
They lay in each other's arms for a long minute. Neither one wanting to break the spell. Cindy could feel his big cock softening. Then it slipped out of her moist cunt and flopped against her thigh. Reaching down she placed a hand on the limp, damp staff. "Poor little guy," she whispered. "He's beat!"
Alex nodded. Then, propping himself up on an elbow, he stared down at her intently, a strange look in his eyes. "Cindy," he said, "will you marry me? " Cindy sucked in a deep breath and her mouth popped open. She stared back at him and then chuckled. He was a great kidder. "Sure, I'll marry you....
His eyes lit up. "You will?"
"... And we can get Sara to be the girl giving me away. Dave can be best man. When we stand before the preacher and he says, Does anyone have any reason why these two shouldn't be joined together....
"Cindy...!"
"Dave can pop up with the statement that while he has no real objections to my marrying you, he thinks the preacher should know that he's my husband! Sara can also state at the time that she's your wife. It'll be quite a surprise wedding..." Cindy laughed at her joke. She kissed Alex. "You think up the funniest things to say. What a sense of humor."
He frowned. "I'm serious. Will you marry me?"
The smile faded. "You're serious? I thought it's a gag!" Cindy eyed him sharply. "How can I marry you? I'm already married. So are you. What are you suggesting...?"
"Divorce."
"Wow!" The humor left her. The guy was serious. Divorce Dave? The thought hadn't occurred to her before, but now that Alex mentioned it. The way Dave had been acting lately. Swapping her off and willing to let her sell herself to Harry. He was even willing to help her pack her bags. Could it be Dave didn't love her any more? The honeymoon was over? "You'd divorce Sara for me?"
Alex nodded. "Sara and me haven't been hitting it off to well lately. We've discussed the subject. She's too jealous and overly possessive. Thinks she owns me. Perhaps it would be best if we got a divorce. We haven't really been man and wife for some time now. That's why we get involved in the swap parties. We're no good for each other any more."
"I see." Cindy sank back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. It had been obvious to Cindy that Alex and Sara weren't the best of friends in the short time she knew them. The way Sara acted about Alex taking Cindy out on the town for that evening and the fact that Sara was a few years older than Alex made her feel that she was slipping.
"Well...?" Alex interrupted her thoughts.
"Gee, I don't know. This kinda caught me by surprise. I thought you were joking.... Cindy pursed her lips. "Why don't you let me talk to Sara about it?"
Alex frowned. "You and Sara talk it over?"
"Why not? We're the ones mostly involved. We're girls. We can say things to each other. Let's be adult about the whole thing. It won't come as a surprise to her. You say you've already discussed the possibility of divorce?"
"We've talked about it, but it upsets her. She gets all shook up." Alex slid from the bed. "But maybe you got a good idea, Cindy. You and her talk it over. She knows how I feel about you. She knows if I divorce her, it'll be to marry you." He drew her to her feet, embraced her and kissed her tenderly. "I love you, dear. I do want to marry you. You've given me so much pleasure. Like tonight." He kissed her.
"It was fun. I ... I think I love you, too, Alex. I'm not sure. But you're so different than Dave. He ... sometimes I think I hate him!"
"Good!" Alex flushed. "Er, I mean, it'll make it easier if he does agree to divorce you."
"Hell do anything if the price is right!"
"Then if he agrees to go through with it, well make it right. I'm a millionaire."
"I know." Now that the idea had percolated into her brain and she'd had time to kick it around, Cindy knew she had to talk to Sara! "Let's go see Sara! Maybe if you and Dave were to leave us alone for a couple hours? Go somewhere. Drive Dave home and then come back yourself in about two hours...? " "Anything you say." Slipping his arm about her waist, Alex led her from the room and pushed open the door of the adjoining bedroom. They walked in without knocking.
Dave and Sara were naked. Dave was gallantly trying to fuck big-cunted Sara. He was moving up and down on her large body and bouncing against her tits. She was shoving her ass up to meet his thrusts.
Both pretended to be enjoying the moment, but the expressions on their faces belied their pleasure. Dave just didn't have enough prick to fill Sara's well-used cavity.
"Are we interrupting something?" Alex's voice boomed.
Dave flushed. Then with a last desperation lunge into Sara's cunt, he made like he'd come. "Now you got it, Sara. Come with me.... He put on a great show of squealing and thrashing around.
Sara caught on. She squealed and moaned as though she were getting fucked by horse-cock Harry. "I'm coming, Dave! I'm coming! Ooooooh ... Aaaaaaah ... You got such a big prick, lover ... It feels so goooood ... A aaaaaaah."
After a few moments of thrashing around as though they were in ecstasy, Dave and Sara at last lay still. Dave rolled off. His prick was still hard. He hadn't come. It began wilting while they walked. "This wife of yours is quite a fucker, Alex."
"I know." Alex nodded. "Almost as good as your wife."
Sara preened. "What d'ya mean almost?"
Alex calmed her. "Relax, dear. We're just kidding." He stood beside the bed. "You two finished?"
"Well, maybe ... Why...?" Sara glanced at him sharply.
"Cindy would like to have a long talk with you, dear." "Oh...?" Sara's eyes lit up.
"I was thinking. I'll take Dave home. Then come back myself in a couple of hours. That'll give you girls time to talk things over....
Dave sat up, a suspicious gleam in his eyes. "Just a minute! I don't want to go home. I want to stay.... "Dave!" Cindy flashed him a warning glance. "But ... What's going on...?"
"Shut up, Dave." Cindy gave him a knowing look. Then nodded toward Alex.
Dave nodded. "Yeah. I know what you mean. Okay, I'll shove off. Alex can drive me to our apartment, then...?"
"I'll stay with Sara. Then when Alex gets back we'll talk some more. When we get things settled, I'll drive home in our car, Dave. Understand...?"
Dave hopped out of bed. "Sure. Sure." He slipped into his clothes.
Dave and Alex left the room together.
Cindy watched until the door closed behind them. Then, slowly she turned, an odd gleam in her eyes.
Sara had gotten up from the bed and was moving toward her. Sara had the same gleam in her eyes!