Chapter 9
Kay tripped lightly up the front walk of the Priestley's big, ranch-style home. She was lighthearted and light-headed. The plan she had conceived for the evening was bold and just a little crazy. But if it worked, all her problems would be over. Nevertheless, it had taken all the strength she could muster to leave a message for Jerry at the airport, telling him where she was, and telling him to call Phil and Sue Butler. Phil had sounded a little leery of being invited to his competitor's house for a night of swinging fun; but when Kay assured him just how swinging it would be, he agreed.
The door chimes rang merrily, and seconds later Harry opened the door.
"Come in, come in," he cheerfully greeted her. She paused in the hallway as Harry closed the door. "Is Monica home?"
Harry took her by the elbow. "Did you want her to be?"
"I'm not sure. Does she know about you...?"
He interrupted her with a knowing smile. "C'mon into the living room."
Monica awaited them with a tray of drinks. The older woman greeted Kay warmly. The young wife's surprise flickered only momentarily, then she turned a practiced, revealing smile on the woman as she accepted the drink.
"I'm so glad you decided to come over."
"Are you ... really glad, I mean?"
"I hope to show you how much," Monica replied, her smile showing a row of sparkling, even teeth. "Harry has told me so many intimate things about you."
The double meaning she attached to her words told Kay that, if sex was on the agenda, Monica planned to be part of it. Kay had suspected as much, but she hadn't been sure. Now she knew that the first hurdle in her plan was over. She hoped that the next two would be as easy.
Harry excused himself for a moment and Kay found herself inspecting Monica carefully for the first time. She discovered that the boss's wife was a handsome woman who held her age extremely well. Attractive, with long, well-formed legs, and huge, jutting breasts, the woman had a definite air of sexiness about her.
Monica seemed to read her thoughts. "You really are lovely, Kay."
"Thank you. I was just thinking the same about you."
"Are you wondering?"
"A little," Kay said, feeling her face redden a little, despite her unnatural bluntness.
'Well, Harry and I have been married a long time. Long enough to know that we need an extra dimension to our sex lives."
As she talked, Monica gracefully crossed the room and snuggled into a luxurious sofa. As she moved, Kay noticed that she wore no bra. Her large, heavy breasts jiggled delightfully, and Kay found herself tingling with excitement as she wondered how large and how dark Monica's nipples were.
Just then Harry came back into the room. "Well, what say we move into the den and get comfortable?"
"Yes," Monica agreed, jumping up and taking Kay's arm. "I just got a new portrait yesterday. I want to know what you think of it."
The walls in the den were covered with paintings, but Kay's eyes were immediately drawn to a huge, gilt-framed photo above the fireplace. It was a blow-up of a woman's face with an enormous cock in her mouth.
"Like it?" Monica asked. "That's me."
Kay looked closer and realized that it was indeed Monica Priestley. Her respect for the woman went up several notches. "I don't think the cock belongs to Harry, though."
Harry laughed. "You should know, honey."
"No," Monica said. "It's my brother. He and his wife visit us every summer."
Kay was shocked that Monica would admit to sucking her own brother's cock, but she managed to hide it. "I'd like to meet your brother!"
"Perhaps you will some day," Monica laughed, and sat down. Harry slid into the sofa beside his wife and they both stared at Kay.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, no," Monica said. "It's just that Harry has seen that beautiful body of yours in the nude and I haven't. Why don't you get comfortable, honey?"
"You mean like take my clothes off?"
Monica smiled and placed a hand on her husband's lap, directly over his bulging dick. "That's exactly what I had in mind."
Harry's hand moved to some sort of control panel and the room instantly filled with music. The strains made Kay want to dance, a heady feeling coming over her. She wondered if the drink had been loaded. Probably. But it didn't matter. She was certain she was going to enjoy herself.
Swaying to the music, her nimble fingers darting here and there as she unloosened a button, a catch, pulled at a zipper, Kay performed an easy striptease. As she did, her gaze flicked back to the couple on the couch. Heated looks of lust told her how effective she was being.
Blouse and skirt gone, in heaps on the floor, Kay flitted about the room in panties and bra. He clit had begun to tingle in anticipation and Monica's erect nipples, clearly visible now through the thin, silky fabric of her blouse, repeatedly drew Kay's attention.
Reaching behind her, Kay deftly unfastened her bra. As she let the flimsy garment fall away, her breasts bobbed and swayed in all their fleshy glory. The gasps from both Harry and Monica let Kay know that she had the couple's undivided attention.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini panties, Kay yanked them down around her hips. It still afforded her enough room to move about, but exposed the soft tufts of her cunt hair surrounding her pubic triangle. She heard Harry suck in a quick gulp of air. His face became very red and excited. Monica's eyes glistened with open desire.
"You're beautiful, darling," the older woman whispered, her voice strained and stilted with lust.
Harry nodded his head in agreement. Kay's body nude, with his wife right beside him, was twice as erotic as the two previous times he had seen it. He reached over and slid his hand under Monica's skirt. Immediately, his wife's legs parted and Kay could see action under the skirt. Monica, she assumed, wore no panties because Harry was obviously finger-fucking her. The dewy expression that entered the woman's eyes confirmed this as her legs gaped even farther apart.
The sight made Kay's clit yearn for some equal attention. Moving closer to the couple, her panties still around her hips, Kay wriggled around the coffee table. When she was close enough, Monica reached out and let the tips of her fingers caress, almost tickle, the soft flesh of Kay's stomach. Chills went through the young wife and she paused.
Harry stroked her thighs and soon she was pulled between them. Seeking out her mouth, Harry kissed her hotly. Monica's long-nailed fingers began forcing their way between Kay's thighs. She opened them willingly. Going immediately to her throbbing clit, Monica soon had the young brunette stabbing her tongue deep into Harry's mouth. Finding her jutting breasts, Harry rolled the supple nipples back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, sending Kay to giddy heights.
Suddenly Monica gave Kay's clitoris a last, hard pinch and stood up. While she watched Harry and Kay fondle each other on the sofa, the older woman removed her own clothes.
Harry, dividing his attention between his wife's teasing movements and the soft flesh beside him, was soon breathing raggedly. Following his lead, Kay reached over and thrust her hand inside the lounging robe he wore. She found his dick, hard and ready, and was surprised to find it larger than she remembered.
At the touch of her hand, Harry forgot about the moving figure in front of him. Instead, with deft, swift movements, he finished taking off Kay's panties, then forced his hand between her clit, and, at the same time, felt him thrust two fingers deep inside her moist cunt. His thumb caressed and worried her clit and, as the beat of the music increased, Kay found herself exploding.
This time, however, it was different from the others. Much more intense and demanding, and Kay couldn't help crying out loudly. She was sure now that there had been something in the drink, although she found the feeling highly desirable.
Bucking her hips up to meet Harry's probing fingers, she threw her arms around him and held on tightly. Harry increased his efforts, with his wife calling soft whispers of encouragement.
"Give it to her, Harry," Kay vaguely heard the woman whispering. "Jam it in her deep."
Pumping frantically into her now, Harry obeyed eagerly. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he dipped his head and sucked one of her huge nipples quickly into his mouth. His teeth, at once threatening and pleasing, toyed around the erect buds, while his jaws sucked as much of the huge tit into his mouth as he could get.
"Augghhhhh!" Kay cried out, the twin sensations at her breast and clit setting off a series of explosions. "Ohhhh! Please, not so hard! Ummmmmmm!"
"Don't suck 'em too hard, Harry!" his wife cried. "Don't hurt her titties. I want to suck them, too!"
Monica's matter-of-fact statement thrilled Kay even more, but Harry paid no attention to his wife, sucking all that much harder and jamming his fingers into her pussy as hard and deep as their position would allow.
Monica, seeing an opportunity, dropped to the other side of Kay. Kay hadn't realized that the woman had completely stripped off her clothing, too. The warmth of her soft, tender body pressing against her own excited Kay. The stimulating aphrodisiac she had been given set off a new chain of deep rumbles cascading through her.
With her back arching, Kay groaned loudly as Monica popped her other breast into her warm mouth, showing her husband how it should be done. But Harry was too busy, and Kay was jerking and pulling at his dick with a frenzy.
Indeed, Monica did know how to suck titties. Sucking a large amount of Kay's breast into her mouth, she was careful not to bruise it. She flicked the stiff point of her tongue back and forth across the taut nipple. Each waving pass heightened the girl's excitement even more, and the steady in-and-out pumping of Harry's hand, coupled with the circular motion of his thumb on her clit, set Kay off onto a whole new round of blasting shudders.
"Ohhh! Ahhh!" she shouted loudly, bucking and thrashing around wildly. "OHHHH! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
Reaching down, Monica spread the lips of Kay's wet pussy even more, allowing her husband freer access. Harry released his fingers from the creaming cunt, and Monica's fingers immediately filled the void.
"Oh, God," Kay cried desperately. "Let's do something! Let's suck or fuck or something! I can't stand this very much longer!"
But Harry continued to suck and fondle her tits while Monica attacked her pussy with fingers of both hands.
Kay decided to get into the act. She groped between Monica's parted thighs. Finding her pussy, already wet and lubricated, Kay jammed two of her Fingers deeply inside. She was shocked at how large the woman's cunt was. Her fingers readily sank in to the knuckles and Kay sought out her clit.
This was an even bigger surprise. The thick, fleshy vulva surrounding Monica's clit was pushed aside and Kay felt Monica jerk very hard when her thumb first made contact. In ecstatic agony herself, Kay then deliberately set about teasing and taunting the clit as hard as she could. In seconds, Monica's body writhed through a shuddering climax.
"Good, good," the woman cried. "God, Kay, your finger made me come so fast!" As she came, Monica's fingers dug all the harder into Kay's cunt. The fingers and sharp nails at her pussy caused her to jerk and yank all the harder on Harry's cock.
Kay could feel the hard shaft in her hand growing steadily, and she knew he was on the verge of shooting his load.
"Jesus Christ!" Harry shouted.
Kay felt his thick, hot juice spurt from his prick. The first wad arched high and landed on her naked thigh. Kay looked down and the huge cockhead spurted another thick glob. She saw some of it running down over her clenched fingers like hot lava, while the main body spurted at an angle into the air. On her leg, the wad of cum. trickled downward, warming her skin with its hot stickiness.
"Ohhhh," Harry groaned, taking his mouth away from Kay's breast. "I ... I can't stop it! Monica, let Kay suck ... suck me off!"
Reluctantly, Monica surrendered Kay's clit. Kay, grateful for the momentary relief from the muscle-ripping climaxes, quickly turned and bent her head to the still-spurting cock in her hand. She attempted to lick the rolling cum from the head of Harry's dick. But at the touch of the stiff tip to his supersensitive cockhead, Harry jumped and lurched about so violently that Kay gave up and gobbled the entire head and as much shaft as she could take directly into her mouth.
Harry sighed and pumped his dick up into her mouth hard and fast. Both arms were now thrown back over the edge of the sofa, with his hips ramming upwards. The thick, heavy cum tasted good to Kay. Then she felt Monica, unwilling to leave her clit alone too long, thrusting her hands between her legs again from behind, searching out the twitching bud.
"Oh, oh, oh, damn," Harry coughed painfully. "Oh, man, she really knows ... oh, ahhh ... how to suck cock!"
At that, Monica jammed her fingers into Kay's still wet and willing cunt, her other hand finding the clit. Together now, she worked and teased at them until Kay was certain she would scream.
Drinking deeply of Harry's cum, Kay smeared as much of it as she could around the head of his dick, enjoying the lurching motions he made. Dipping the tip of her tongue into the hole at the tip, she worried it back and forth as much as she could, her jaws simultaneously sucking and milking him. Her free hand sought out and found his heavy balls. Gently, she kneaded them as if she could urge the last drops of hot cum from them and into her mouth.
By now, Monica's whole fist was up Kay's cunt while her tongue was wildly invading the young wife's asshole. It was driving Kay mad. She bucked her ass back into the woman's face and sucked harder on Harry's cock.
In no time the man's pole had regained enough rigidity to fuck. "Oh shit, enough! Stop, Kay! Don't suck on it any more!"
Kay reluctantly took her mouth from his prick, a look of rejection on her face, remnants of his cum still clinging to the corners of her mouth. As she trembled, goose bumps sprang to her flesh and she shuddered violently.
By now Monica's finger had reached Kay's asshole and the woman was trying to work her finger into the wrinkled opening. Bending over farther, Kay attempted to ease the penetration by spreading herself still wider.
"Ohhhh, it ... it hurts a little," the beautiful brunette whimpered, unwilling to ask Monica to stop.
"Only in the beginning," Harry reassured her, reaching forward and cupping one of her massive breasts. Immediately, Monica seized the other and they rhythmically massaged the globes. "How would you like Harry to give it to you in here?" she asked, wiggling her finger so there would be no doubt where she meant.
Leaning forward still more, letting the woman's finger slip still farther into her rear hole, Kay whispered, "Yes. I ... I would like that."
Monica jammed her finger knuckle deep then, without warning. Kay let out a loud cry and would have fallen off the couch had they both not been supporting her by holding her tits. Rapidly, Monica began working her finger in a circular motion. Harry began pinching her clit painfully at the same time, and both simultaneously squeezed hard at her tits. The pain shot through Kay everywhere and then her cum flowed from her in torrents.
"Now, Harry! Give it to her in the asshole!" Monica exclaimed, her voice betraying the depth of her lust. "I want to lick her pussy!"
With that, they both ceased what they were doing and Kay found herself on her hands and knees on the thick carpet, with the head of Harry's big dick grazing her asshole. Underneath her, Monica was moving her head toward her wet, quivering cunt.
Then Harry rammed his dick into her ass. Not being small, Harry's dick burned as it tore into her, and the girl moaned loudly again. However, she found the sensation tantalizing.
Monica reached up and spread the damp lips of her pussy. She sucked in the bruised bud of Kay's clit. The girl groaned even louder, beginning to twitch her ass in appreciation. By now Harry had stroked into her rear hole three times, succeeding on the last in burying his dick full length into her. Monica increased her sucking and, without knowing it, Kay found herself between the woman's legs, sucking with equal joy at Monica's sweet-smelling cunt.
She found the woman's pussy musky and perfumed. The big clit was ready, and Kay sucked at it hard. Using one hand to part her cuntal lips, Kay jammed two of her fingers into Monica's pussy and pumped her hand back and forth frantically.
Uttering a strangled shout of passion, Monica returned the favor, jamming her fingers into Kay's hot slit.
Meanwhile, behind her, Kay could feel Harry pumping and bucking away lustily at her asshole, showing no signs of tiring or nearing a climax. She came again, the twin sensations of the huge cock reaming her asshole while Monica's mouth and tongue drove her clit insane. They made her body sway with surrendering passion.
Three more times this happened, then Monica exploded, thrusting wildly, bucking high in the air. The thick, sweet, heavy mass that covered Kay's mouth and chin increased and Kay could feel the woman's juices still flowing freely. At the same time, the inner muscles of her cunt clutched and grabbed at Kay's probing fingers.
When Monica was finished coming, she crawled from beneath Kay and spoke to Harry. "Turn her over and ram it in her cunt now, honey. I want to watch you fuck her pussy!"
Kay was too groggy with lust and passion to understand Monica's words. She felt Harry's dick leave her asshole and then was on her back with her legs high in the air.
Only a moment's pause came before Harry mounted her and drove his mammoth dick deep inside her cunt. The fullness of it made Kay grunt; she was coming again almost at once. But it took Harry another five pounding minutes of nonstop ramming before he spurted his hot cum into her cunt.
By then Kay had come another three times, her insides feeling sore from being worked so much. When it was finally over, she lay exhausted on the carpet, whimpering and sighing with contentment.
Her eyes were so glazed and misty she could barely see Harry above her sipping his drink and fisting his semi-hard cock. But she could feel Monica's face between her thighs, sucking the mixture of male cum and female love juice from her pussy.
That was how Jerry found them when he walked into the room.