Chapter 8
"Who ever heard of breakfast at seven at night?" Janet asked, stretching her aching muscles as she climbed out of the shower. "Got a better suggestion?" Fred replied. "We slept through lunch, and frankly I don't feel like dinner when I first get up." "Okay, okay," Janet said. "Just let me slip into a robe and I'll fry some eggs."
"Take it easy," Fred laughed. "I'm dressed. I'll fix breakfast. Fried with bacon?"
"Scrambled," Janet replied, remembering that Fred's fried eggs were usually disasters. She was thankful Fred was going to prepare the meal. Her cunt was so sore she could hardly walk. Instead of going to work, she'd had Troy drive her home. Fred had just returned from running Faye to her office and they were both so exhausted they climbed into bed and slept the entire day.
Janet found that she had to walk slowly with her legs spread as far apart as possible. She applied a massive amount of skin cream on her sore cunt and sighed with relief as the cream sent a needed cooling sensation rushing through her.
"You walk like you're carrying a watermelon between your thighs," Fred remarked as she came into the kitchen.
"Fred, please!" Janet moaned.
"Pour the coffee," Fred remarked. "Breakfast will be on the table as soon as I butter the toast."
The aroma of fresh coffee livened Janet's interest as she placed the electric pot on the table and lowered herself cautiously into her chair. She suddenly realized that she was famished! They both attacked their bacon and eggs, and it wasn't until Fred had lit his cigarette and was leaning back to enjoy his second cup of coffee that they spoke.
"Well, what's your reaction to swinging?" Fred asked.
"I'm sore," Janet moaned.
"I'll bet! With the size of his cock, I'd say a girl would be damned lucky to walk afterward. You've always wanted a big cock. How was it?" "God, Fred, it hurt like hell!"
"No good, then?"
"Oh, after I got used to it, it was fantastic!" she sighed. "But I don't know how a girl could take that every day. Faye must be something else. How was she in bed?"
"Something else!" Fred replied with a laugh. "I'd say she was the ultimate sex machine. There isn't a thing about sex she doesn't like, and she's perfected the art. Just like you and Troy, we fucked all night long." "I wish you wouldn't remind me," Janet responded. "It hurts to even think about it. So Faye was Miss Supersex?"
"Something like that," Fred commented. He saw the hurt look in Janet's eyes and placed his hand over hers on the table. "But that's all Faye is, darling. She's a sex bomb, devoted to nothing but sex. How a man could live with her day in and day out is beyond me." "You're saying she'd screw him to death?" Janet asked, feeling a little better after Fred's remark.
"That, or bore him to death with constant sex. Sex is great fun, but there's more to life. Faye doesn't know or believe that." "Troy said something like that about her," Janet remarked. "But I guess he likes it. Tell me what the two of you did." "In detail?"
"Of course. I don't know about you, but I'm dying of curiosity." Fred laughed, then began describing in detail his evening with Faye. Janet asked questions at every turn, demanding the most intimate details. "She liked that?" Janet asked, amazed when Fred told her how Faye had demanded that he fuck her in the ass.
"Faye likes everything about sex, darling," Fred replied.
"Didn't it hurt her?"
"She said it hurt for a moment, then felt good enough to give her a very intense orgasm." He went on to describe the many things they did after that, the oral sex contest they had, the positions they tried, everything. He saw her chest begin to rise and fall with deep breaths and Fred knew that his descriptions of his experiences with Faye had turned Janet on. "So tell me all about your adventures with elephant prick." Hesitantly, and with a certain amount of embarrassment, Janet began to relate the events of her evening with Troy. Fred demanded the same details he had given her and Janet described every act. "Did you like the vibrator?" Fred asked when she told him how Troy had made her climax three times with it.
"It was great!"
"Want me to buy you one?"
"Yes," Janet answered, blushing a little as she felt an itch between her legs when she thought about the vibrator. Fred felt his cock pressing against his pants and realized that listening to his wife describe her evening with another man had given him a hard-on. "Just talking about it has me turned on," Fred remarked. "Me too," Janet said. "But, darling, I'm too sore to screw. I think it would kill me."
"Just your cunt is sore, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean your mouth isn't sore. And your ass isn't sore, is it?"
"But, Fred, we've.. . we've never tried that." "Any rule against it?" Fred asked, standing and moving over to stand beside her.
Janet was looking at his crotch and could see his rigid cock pressing against his slacks. She had to admit that talking about their experiences had excited her. Fondly, she reached out and rubbed her hand over his straining prick.
"Aren't you aroused?" Fred asked, reaching down and fondling her tits. "Yes," she replied slowly, "but you have to remember how sore I am. I swear, darling, I couldn't take anybody in my cunt right now." "So we'll do something else," Fred said. "You've got me as horny as hell.
Come on, let's go in the bedroom."
"What about the dishes?" asked the practical housewife. "Later! Come on," he replied, pulling her to her feet and leading her down the hall to the bedroom.
Janet loosened her robe and let it drop to the floor, then cautiously lowered her naked body to the mattress. She watched Fred hurry with his clothes and felt excitement sweep through her when she saw his cock spring free of his undershorts. Always before, she had thought of it as the biggest prick she'd ever seen. Now it didn't appear threatening at all. Not after Troy's!
As Fred approached the bed, Janet reached up and took his prick in her hand and began stroking him.
"Gently, honey," Fred said. "I'm sore too!" Janet smiled and leaned out to encircle his rigid cock with her mouth. She licked and sucked him gently.
"Do you want to . . . well, take me Greek style?" Janet asked.
"God yes, if you want it," Fred said.
"If Faye can take it, so can I," Janet remarked.
"We can use some cream to make it easier. Where's that jar of skin cream?" "There, on the night stand," she said. "I used it on my cunt this afternoon."
Fred brought the jar of cream over and Janet began applying it to his hard prick. She gave it a good thick coat and then handed the jar to Fred. "Kneel on the bed," he commanded, helping her pun herself up to a kneeling position. "I'll put some of this up you to make sure." He placed a gob of cream on his finger and brought it to the small brown opening between the cheeks of her ass. This was something he'd wanted to do to Janet since they were married, and now he had his chance. He inserted his finger gently into her anus and then ran it slowly up her rectum. "Hurt?"
"No, it feels sort of good," Janet said.
Fred did this three more times, placing a large gob of cream on his finger each time, and ramming it deeper up her asshole each time. Then he climbed up on the bed and positioned himself behind her on his knees. Traces of the white cream surrounded her asshole, making it a target. Fred held his cock in his hand and moved forward until he had the swollen head placed directly against her anus. Then he held her hips in his hands and began pressing forward.
He had learned one thing with Faye, and that was not to enter slowly. She told him to ram it in fast so the pain would come and go quickly. When he felt Janet's anus begin to expand, Fred reared back and lunged into her with all his might.
"OOOWWWWWW" Janet screamed as she felt his cock race to the very depths of her bowels with one thrust. "Wait, Fred," she moaned. "Wait. I don't think I can take it. FRED, WAIT!"
But Fred wasn't paying any attention to her. The sight of his cock spearing her asshole turned him into a raging bull. Holding her hips tightly in his hands, Fred began fucking her with long, hard thrusts into her rectum. He felt his balls brush against her thighs each time he sent his shaft racing up into her bowels.
Janet was surprised at how quickly the pain disappeared. She stopped beating her fists against the mattress and tried to understand a new sensation that was sweeping through her system. It was exciting, not exciting like having a cock inside her cunt, but still very exciting. Her rectum felt stuffed, and every time he pulled back and lunged into her she was filled with a wave of pleasure.
As she became excited, Janet reached back and placed her finger on her clitoris. It was erect and trembled to her touch. Playing with herself while he fucked her this way brought Janet to an exciting plateau. Fred felt like a bull fucking a cow in heat. He saw Janet's hand snake back between her legs, and watching her play with herself while he poured his cock up her ass made his balls rumble. He rested his abdomen on the top of her ass and began pumping his cock to her with hard jerks of his hips. When his balls inflated, Fred let himself go. He fucked her harder and harder.
"Yeeeoooowwww!" he cried. "I'm commmminnnggg!" Janet felt the hot jets of juice race up her like an enema and she rubbed her clit frantically. Fred's cock was still pumping juice into her when she felt the spasms of her orgasm begin. They caught her like an earthquake and her entire body began shaking. "Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned, humping her ass back to take every last inch of him inside her. They clung to each other for several minutes, their crotches glued together, then both fell onto the bed in exhaustion. They talked some more that evening, agreeing that after a period of resting they might try some mare swinging. "But no more big cocks for me," Janet remarked. "At least not right away." In spite of something he liked to call warning intuition, and over Janet's expressed opinion, Fred went to work on his new job the following Monday morning. The first few days were moderately interesting while he learned about his new company and designed programs for their computers. But within a week, Fred was bored.
He began coming home on his lunch hour, grabbing a sandwich and working for half an hour on the final details of his own computer idea. Janet soon learned not to talk to him about his day at work. She realized that he hated his job, and that he was doing it only to keep them afloat during these difficult times. She was pleased to see him re-register with the employment agency he had used, and she encouraged him to keep looking for the right situation.
"Guess who just called?" Fred announced one night after he had been working for over a week. "Too bad you weren't here to say hello. It was Troy. He and Faye have been on a trip. That's why we haven't heard from them. Anyway, he wants to see me about my project. I suggested tomorrow after work and he said he would come over. Hope you don't mind." "Mind? I'm delighted you two have something to share besides me. I'm not signing up for another adventure with him, though." "Don't you like Troy?" Fred asked.
"Of course I like him!" Janet replied. "I just don't want to have that tree stump of his in me again. Look, I haven't been sore for almost a week-and it feels just great!"
"Well, Faye isn't coming with him anyway," Fred said. "This is strictly business. He may have someone interested in the project and he wants to see everything I have on it."
Janet thought she would be embarrassed with Troy, but when he arrived and she saw his warm smile and friendly face she felt completely at ease. She made drinks and served some snacks, cheese and crackers and pretzels, while Troy and Fred talked in the living room. "We met this couple at a party on Long Island last week," Troy explained to Fred, once Fred had shown Troy a good deal of his computer bartender project. "They're nice. Attractive, in their forties. We didn't get to ball them because we were due at another party, but George and I had a while to talk."
"What business is he in?" Fred asked.
"He's a glass manufacturer, and he makes glasses for bars. That's what started us talking. When I told him I represented a Scotch importer, George guessed who it was and told me he knew my boss." "This was a swingers' party?" Fred asked. "Right. George and Donna are swingers. Faye and I dropped by because we had met the hosts at another party. Frankly, I wished we'd stayed. There were better-looking people there than the one we went to. Anyway, I outlined this project of yours and George's eyes really lighted up. He said it was the thing of the future and asked all sorts of questions I couldn't answer."
"What?"
"Oh, technical questions, and all about how it actually worked to make drinks. Finally, he gave me his card and made me promise to call him so he could meet you."
"Is he loaded?" Fred asked, no longer trying to conceal the interest and excitement in his voice.
"I checked with my boss yesterday," Troy replied, refusing Janet's offer of another drink, "and Chuck said George Haney is worth at least five million bucks. Chuck gave me a clue about George, though, and that's that he is very conservative. Has to see anything with his own eyes before he'll believe it. Would it be possible for you to have a working model of your project for him to see?"
Fred stood up and began pacing the floor. "It's what I really need, Troy," Fred finally replied, "and I know it. Of course it's possible. But it would take time and money. I have the whole thing programmed out, and I even have a number of the mechanical parts made. All I need is a computer, but those cost a fortune." Could you use somebody else's computer?" Troy asked.
"You mean wire it up for a demonstration and then unwire it?" "Something like that, I guess," Troy responded. "I don't know anything about computers, Fred, but I'm pretty sure that you can sell George Haney this project with a good demonstration."
"I could rig it up to make two or three types of drinks," Fred said excitedly. "That should be enough to demonstrate that it works, shouldn't it?"
"I would think so," Troy replied. "We have a computer at our company.
Maybe you could do it on a weekend,"
"What kind do you have?" Fred asked, his excitement growing by the minute. When Troy told him, Fred took a pencil and pad and made a number of calculations.
"How long would it take you to rig it up?" Troy asked.
"A couple of weeks."
"A couple of weeks! Man, I couldn't get you our computer for that long. I was thinking of a weekend when we're closed." "I won't need the whole computer," Fred said. "All I need is one of the extra panels you're bound to have. All the wiring, or programming, is done on the panel anyway. I could rig up the rest in a matter of a few hours on a weekend and we give our demonstration. Troy, I'm not sure, but I think we can swing it."
"We? Fred, this is your baby. I'm just giving you a helping hand because I like you and because the idea intrigues me." "Look, Troy, if I get this thing going, I'll need a top sales manager. I don't know a thing about sales, and I want you for my sales manager. It's the opportunity you've been waiting for. Believe me, we'll be rich in no time with this thing."
"I might just take you up on that offer," Troy responded, "but meanwhile we've got another problem.
"What?"
"I promised Haney I would get hold of you and set up an appointment to meet him this week. He made me promise to set it up before Friday because the first snow fell in Vermont and he wants to go for a combination swinging and skiing holiday this weekend. Faye and I are invited. The Haneys have another couple and they asked me to find someone else. Hey, why don't you two go with us? Janet, do you like to ski?" "I love it!" Janet replied. "And so does Fred, but we're too broke, Troy." "It's on the Haneys," Tray said. "They've chartered a plane to fly there and they're picking as up here in Hostort. A friend of his has loaned them his ski lodge for the weekend and he's hauling all the steaks and groceries with him. I'm contributing a few cases of Scotch, so it won't cost you a dime!"
"Wow!" Janet exclaimed.
"Like a dream come true!" Fred said excitedly. "Look, Troy, you can tell him we don't have time to see him before this weekend, so you're bringing as along. I'll tell him enough to get him really interested, and then think of some stall to put off a demonstration for a couple of weeks. The rest of the time, we'll all be busy skiing. "And swinging," Troy interrupted. "It could work, Fred." "I don't want to hurt your feelings, Troy darling," Janet said slowly, "but I'm not sure I could take a weekend of your loving." "Don't worry, Janet," Troy replied. "Donna Haney told me she is dying to try it with a man who has a big cock, so I'll give her my full attention this weekend."