Chapter 8
When I left the vice-principal's office, I had all that I wanted-a promise that Sandy would be treated like an honor student from now on, and a fully satisfied libido. I was quite pleased with myself.
As for my promise to Gertrude Robbins that she could meet my twin sister, well, why not? Lori would be thrilled to hear about a third member of our look-alike club. When we were back in our normal roles the two of us would have to pay a friendly visit to the school to see how our respective daughter and niece was getting along. Trudy would never know which of us was really who, nor once we got our clothes off would she care in the slightest.
Presenting Lori with the news about her daughter's horny vice-principal at the end of the week would be my little gift to my sister. She'd love it!
By Friday evening, however, I was wondering whether I felt such generosity toward my twin. Lori had failed to get in touch with me since her meaningless letter on Thursday, and I hadn't talked with her candidly about what was going on at home since last Tuesday morning.
The more I thought about it, the more suspicious I became. Sandy was out on a date with Mickey Rice, and I was by myself to nurture my growing doubts.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was six-thirty. Around dinner time at home. I thought about the corn fritters Lori had said she was going to feed Rick tonight instead of beloved meatloaf.
If I tried anything so bold my husband would probably deck me. Would that be Lori's fate?
No, I couldn't picture my liberated sister getting shoved around by some man. If anybody had to give, I assumed it would be Rick.
I started to imagine a different scenario from my original. In this one Lori puts the kids to bed and serves dinner by candlelight. It's just the two of them, my sister and my husband, and she's practicing all of her feminine wiles.
A peek down her neckline so Rick can see she's not wearing a bra tonight. A flash of thigh. Rick has a boner by the time he doesn't get his meatloaf.
Lori's a lousy cook, so I know the corn fritters must look like hell. Even in the dim candlelight their sogginess must show if they're undercooked, or the black crust around the edges if they're burnt.
Rick doesn't care what kind of slop she's served in place of his normally beloved meatloaf. He's turned on to my sister in a way he hasn't been turned on to me in years. His cock is practically tearing his pants open.
"You don't want your meat loafing tonight, do you Rick?" Lori makes a lascivious pun. "Let's forget about dinner and go into the bedroom and fuck."
Rick can't plead a hard day at the office this time. Not with his dick about ready to burst out of his fly.
Lori unzips him and pulls out the tool I've found so puny for so long. It's only six inches, but she carries on like it's a monster. Rick feels more like a man than he has at any other time in our marriage.
They run to the bedroom, stripping away their clothing along the way. By the time they hop in bed they are naked and already going for each other's genitals. Rick, who's always frowned on cunnilingus as disgusting and perverse, can't wait to eat what he thinks is my raunchy muff; Lori is giving him the kind of oral attention a woman usually reserves for a prick not under ten inches long.
"I love your big cock," she flatters him, rubbing her lips over its throbbing crown.
He answers by snaking his tongue up her fuck-hole. For the first time in our marriage my husband's finally decided to eat some pussy, and I'm not even there to enjoy it.
Instead, as I sat there in Lori's lonely apartment and envisioned it, I was in agony. I was certain that what I was thinking was on its way to becoming reality, if it already hadn't. The jealousy was killing me.
It seemed as though I could hear the slurping and moaning that always goes with a sixty-nine. If Rick didn't come too quickly, soon I would be possessed by the vision of them actually fucking.
But he does come. Suddenly his cock lurches in Lori's face and her cheeks swell. Excess jizz begins to trickle from the corners of her prick-engorged mouth.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I was positive he couldn't do anything more and my conscious nightmare was over before the ultimate act took place. Rick hadn't been able to get it up more than once in years. He wouldn't be able to fuck my sister.
But, if I was right, why wouldn't my imagination leave me alone. Rick and Lori just wouldn't go away.
I closed my eyes. I got up out of my chair and threw cold water in my face from the kitchen sink. Then I paced. When I sat down again I pressed my fingertips to my temples for cerebral stability.
None of it worked. Fantasy was still reality in my mind.
Lori is stroking Rick's glistening cock. She kisses the bobbing head while she jacks him off. "We can't let your meat loaf, now can we?" she lewdly repeats her atrocious pun. "We've got to get you big and hard again if you're going to fuck me good and proper."
He's panting like a lap dog. Ordinarily such breathlessness might indicate he's having one of his hay-fever attacks, but this time it's clearly from sexual excitement. Rick's eyes grow round as he watches his prick swell larger and larger.
Finally my husband's cock has recovered like a teenager's. It's even stiffer than it was before coming in Lori's mouth, curving upward from his groin.
Lori flops over on her hands and knees and sticks her dripping twat in Rick's face from the rear. "Fuck me," she urges, "fuck me like a dog!"
I realized with a start that I had underestimated my twin. I should have known that a simple fuck would never satisfy her.
She has taken this kneeling position for an obvious reason. She won't let up on Rick until he's fucked and come inside her ass as well as her pussy.
At the moment he's guiding his pulsing cockhead between the supple folds of her gash. Cunt first, asshole for the grand finale is apparently how the script goes.
"Jam it in!" she cries. "Jam your cock in my cunt until I can feel your balls against the outside of my pussy!"
"Ooooommmphhh!" Rick's effort resound.
"Oh, I can feel it, I can feel it," Lori sings. 'T can feel your huge cock sliding all the way up my cunt. Harder ... harder . ... " Huge cock? By the ruler, Rick's hard-on still doesn't exceed six meager inches. However because of the way my sister is handling it, it seems nearly twice as long.
He's pumping her with a full engorgement now, whamming away to Lori's inner depths. But, of course, it's my name he calls when he rasps, "Your pussy has never been so tight before, Ruthie. Have you been exercising?"
"Just a little something I picked up from The Total Woman," Lori manages with a straight face. "That Marabel what's-her-face is dynamite."
"Some of the wives of the guys down at the office are into that," Rick falls for it like the middle-class chauvinistic clod that he is. "I heard it got results, but this is something else!"
"Isn't this the kind of wife you want?" Lori asks him. "One who can run a house like she has a staff of servants in the daytime, and act like a whore at night?"
"You better believe it," he drools. "You make me feel like my cock is ten feet long!"
"Well, maybe not quite that big," Lori sexily coos "but definitely long enough. Now let's stop gabbing and really start fucking."
Rick's all for that. He's so horny he acts like a guy who hasn't seen a naked woman in a year, not one who just came in a female mouth mere minutes ago.
Their conversation changes to reciprocal grunting. They sound-and look-like two animals in the barnyard. God, are they fucking hard!
Then Rick slams his pelvis against Lori's backside. His face turns red, then purple. His cheeks swell up. The veins are bulging on his forehead from the pressure that has built up inside him and is about to be released.
He lets the air out of his mouth with whoosh. At the same time his nuts contract and cling to each side of his phallic root.
"Arrrrgggghhhh!" he howls.
He's coming.
The edges of my sister's cunt immediately becomes foamy with backsliding cum. It's dripping ... dripping . .. dripping down her thighs, turning them from tan to alabaster.
I wished it were me. I wished it were me my husband was so gloriously fucking as much as he thought it was me. My just-fucked cunt that the jizz was bubbling out of.
But it's not over yet. Just as I predicted, Lori is wiggling her can and drawing attention to her asshole the instant Rick has withdrawn his spent prick from her saturated pussy.
She throws her arms in back of her and gouges her fingers into the cheeks of her butt. When she pries them apart her anus if rosily gaping at Rick like a half-size twat. He knows he must fuck it if he's to call himself a man.
My husband has come twice within minutes. But, incredibly, his cock is still as hard as a rock.
I didn't remember him having this kind of carnal strength even when we were having pre-marital sex in high school. The effect Lori had on him was astounding.
And to think it all started from not serving him meatloaf on Friday.
Rick is knifing Lori's asshole with his prick. He's determined to get inside the succulent orifice no matter what. It's the first time he's ever ass-fucked his wife.
My anus tingled as I thought about it. My marriage was being saved in the bedroom, but I was ironically out in the cold.
My husband's cock is nowhere to be seen now. Lori's prick-hungry rectum has swallowed it. They're both moaning with ecstasy.
Rick loves the tight feel of a spasming female asshole around his turgid dick. It makes him want to pump faster and faster, increasing the friction until it seems a fire will be started.
I couldn't stand it. I knew he was going to come within seconds. This envy was murder.
As far as I was concerned, Rick really was fucking Lori in the ass. And they just wouldn't stop.
He works his cock like a piston in her tight shit-pit. She loves it, crying, "Drill me ... drill me! Drill my ass!"
Sweat is pouring from his naked body as he works his loins overtime. The glistening perspiration oils his body and shows Rick's muscles to their best advantage in years. He looks and acts like a young boy again.
"Come, come you bastard!" Lori yells like a gutter tramp. "Come in my fucking ass, you son of a bitch!"
Rick doesn't mind her salty tongue at all. In fact, by this time he loves it. His total woman has degenerated into a foul-mouthed slut and he can't get enough of it.
Lori shakes her tail. Rick whinnies like a randy stallion from the whipsawing effect on his deeply engorged cock.
This was too much for me to bear. A wife shouldn't have to witness her husband doing something like this to another woman, even if it is all in her mind.
And maybe because it is.
Yes, my own dirty thoughts were making this happen. My marriage was such a flop that I automatically assumed my husband would be wildly responsive to any stimulus different than the one which I presented. My sister could figuratively wrap Rick around her little finger- which translated literally to making him come three times within twenty minutes.
In fact, the final ejaculation was happening now within my over-active imagination.
"Arrrrgghhh!" Rick wails from the euphoria of orgasmic release.
"Oh, baby," Lori groans, "you're flooding my ass. I love it."
The excess spunk floods from her butt even faster than it did her overflowing cunt. The backs of her thighs are coated anew with a slick veneer of fresh cum.
I leaped to my feet and screamed at the top of my lungs. This was too much! I couldn't stand it anymore.
My first scream did no good. When I was finished I could still see Rick's jizz dribbling from my sister's cock-engorged asshole. So I screamed again.
At last, a perceptible dimming of the lewd image.
I screamed a third time and held it until my lungs were on fire.
Rick and Lori were gone at last. Their naked, fuck-locked bodies no longer inflamed my mind.