Chapter 4

It was almost midnight when I was finally ready for bed.

I had made a roast beef dinner, and after the kids were asleep, Mark and I had watched television for a while. Mark fell asleep on the couch, and I did my crossword puzzle until I felt sleep creeping into my brain and dulling my thoughts. I woke Mark and he took a shower while I finished straightening up the house. Everything had to be in place before I could go to sleep.

I checked the children. Laura was sleeping soundly, and Michael, as usual, had thrown the covers off. I tucked them both in, and returned to the bedroom.

Mark had finished his shower. He was lying on the bed naked, and he was reading a newspaper. His thighs were open, and he had a hard-on. He was holding his cock in his hand, moving his fist up and down the length of the organ. He was moving his hand absently, as though he was concentrating more on the reading than he was in bringing pleasure to himself.

"What are you reading?" I asked. I made my way to my dresser and looked at myself in the reflection. Judging from his cock, I wouldn't need pajamas tonight. I began to undress.

"The Humper," Mark said. It was one of those sex magazine-newspapers. Mark had brought it home once or twice before. "It must be good."

I slipped my housedress up over my head. I wasn't wearing any bra, and all I had on were my panties. I reached my hand down them and scratched my cunt.

"It is good," he said. He looked at me over the top of the newspaper. "Don't wear any pajamas tonight, Wendy," he said.

"What should I wear?" I stepped out of my panties and was naked.

"That looks good," he said. He was staring at my....

I walked over to the bed and sat down near his feet. "That looks good, too," I said. I leaned forward and put my hand on his cock. He took his own hand away and placed it back on the newspaper. I began to move my hand up and down the length of his cock.

"It seems to me you're getting ideas," I said. I grabbed his balls and lifted them. They seemed hot and heavy.

"It's this newspaper," he said. "It's giving me wicked thoughts."

"Like what?" I asked. I snuggled up between his thighs until I was resting my head on his right thigh. My face was near his balls, and I could smell the fresh odor of power and sweat coming from his crotch. I continued to move my hand up and down his cock.

"Oh, like the ads. Some of them are pretty raunchy."

"Read me some."

He flipped the pages. "Here's one," he said.

I watched his cock move up and down in my hand. From where my face was, his cock looked enormous and giant-like. I could see the blood vessels and the brown skin near the underside of his cock. His whole crotch was covered with dark black hair.

"'Woman wanted,' " he began. " 'Between the ages of twenty and forty. For fucking and sucking. Your place or mine. I am very well hung.' Then it gives the telephone number."

"Sounds interesting. You think I should call?"

"If you want. Think you'd like another cock?"

"I don't know." I felt his cock twitching in my hand. "From here," I said, "this one looks pretty good."

"Here's another one: 'Man wanted to fuck my wife. Must be willing to permit me to watch. Will only join if man is agreeable. I'm contented to watch. Call 7193737 between eight and twelve pm. Ask for John.' "

"Want to call?" I asked. "I mean as a goof."

He lifted the paper and looked down at me. "Are you serious?"

"Sure," I said. "Go ahead. Call. I'll suck your cock while you're talking."

"You serious?"

"Call!"

I lifted my head and took Mark's cock in my mouth. I love the taste of his body, especially after he's taken a shower. His cock felt smooth and hard as it sunk past my lips.

"Oh, that feels good." Mark reached over and grabbed the telephone. He put it on his stomach and began to dial. With his other hand, he held my head in place, wrapping his fingers around the back of my head, and pushing my face down on his cock.

I waited for the call to go through. I ran my tongue across the thickness of Mark's cock. I put as much of him into my mouth as I could, running my lips up and down in hot wet strokes. I drew my breath inward, hollowing my cheeks against his cock, and I began to suck on him as I moved my mouth.

The pressure on the back of my head was steady.

"Hello?" Mark said. "Hello!"

I pulled my mouth free and began to nuzzle at the tip of his cock with my teeth and lips.

"Is this John? ... good....I'm calling about your ad in The Humper. Yes. I'd like to fuck your wife...."

I placed the tip of my tongue at the back of his cock, where the nerve-ending come together, just behind the head. I flicked my tongue across this area in slow, sensual circles while I took the side of his cock's length into my open mouth, biting my teeth down lightly into the sides of the organ. I continued to move my tongue.

"Could you tell me something about your wife," Mark continued. His voice held that slight trace of excitement, and I knew he was enjoying the perversity of what we were doing.

"Black hair ... about five-five ... twenty-six years old ... good. Good. How is she built? ... big tits? ... Huhm. Thirty-six isn't bad ... Does she like to fuck...?"

I moved my head and plunged my open mouth down on Mark's cock. I felt the swollen sides of the organ slip into the wetness of my mouth. I felt my tongue flatten tightly against his cock as his thickness invaded the complete space of my mouth. My teeth scraped hotly down the sides of the organ, and I completely swallowed him. I could feel the tip of his cock at the back of my throat, almost gagging me.

"How about sucking?" Mark asked. "Does she like to suck cock? ... Good....Sounds good. Is she there now? Oh gee, that's a shame. Where is she this hour of the night...? Out getting laid! ... really. I see...."

I moved my head up and down his cock, sliding it down until it was almost out of my mouth. I tightened my lips around the head, then plunged my face down its length again, re-swallowing him. I repeated this movement again and again. I felt Mark's fingers tightening their pressure against the back of my head.

"When do you think she'll be in? I see. Well, all right. I'll call again ... no I can't hold on any longer ... my wife's sucking my cock now I ... I said: My wife is sucking my cock now! And I want to fuck her. I'll have to hang up now ... I don't want to shoot my load down her throat ... I want to put it in her pussy...."

I held Mark's cock in my hands like a lollipop, and I twisted my teeth around the sides of the organ, grinding it into the flesh slightly. I could feel his glans swelling with blood in my mouth, and I continued to run my teeth around his cock.

"He's a phony!" Mark said. "He said his wife was out-getting laid!"

My saliva began to dribble down Mark's cock, making his pubic hair wet. Tiny bubble of saliva speckled the fine threads of hair like wet crowns.

"The son-of-a-bitch was jerking off while I spoke to him! I don't think he has a wife. Probably just some jerk who placed the ad to get his kicks. I thought he was going to come when I told him what you were doing!"

Mark laughed, but the laugh betrayed his excitement. It rung hollow, and he turned it into a cough.

"You should call him back, Wendy," Mark said. He placed both hands behind my head and began to arch his pelvis up into my face. His cock slid back in my mouth.

"I have an even better idea!" he said. "Next week, for your birthday, we'll go to the city. Get a hotel. Stay over for the weekend and have a regular orgy. Maybe even find you a guy to fuck."

Mark said this kiddingly, of course. We've mentioned it before: picking up a man or a woman for the both of us. We've never done it, and I doubted whether we ever would. But it was still exciting to think about.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth. It glistened wetly and I rubbed it against my cheek.

"Sounds like a good idea," I said. My mouth felt odd without the thickness of Mark's cock in it. "I'll pick the man out. He's got to have at least a nine-inch cock."

"How about a black man?" Mark suggested. "From what I hear, their cocks are like tree trunks."

"Hummm." I licked my tongue across the top of Mark's cock, nuzzling the tip of my tongue down into the opening. I found a trace of thick moisture there, and I sucked it up into my mouth.

"Hey, Wendy," Mark said. He was whispering. "Do me a favor. Shut the light. I want to fuck you."

I pulled my mouth away from his cock. "What's the matter? Can't you fuck me with the light on?"

"You talked me into it."

He began to move, to slide down on the bed to eat my cunt. But I didn't want that tonight.

"Stay where you are," I told him. "I want to fuck you tonight."

Mark stared at me for a moment, then made a humping noise through his nose. He smiled at me.

I blew him a kiss, then climbed up onto the bed until I was on my knees. I waddled on my knees until I was up near Mark's cock. I straddled him with my open thighs and grabbed his cock with my two hands. I ran it through the slitted wetness of my cunt, letting the tip of his organ taste the excitement of my cunt. It reminded me momentarily of this morning with Lynda and the dildo. I had mounted her in the same manner.

It reaffirmed what I told Lynda, I thought. I love Mark and I love sex. What I did this morning with Lynda is over. Past. I enjoyed it then, and I'm going to enjoy this now. I have no guilt at all. Sex is sex: whenever and wherever you find it.

I felt no incongruity in holding Mark's cock and sliding it up into my cunt as I had similarly done with the dildo. They were two separate acts.

I wiggled my hips in an undulating manner, slowly moving them around and down. Mark's erect cock opened the lips of my cunt and began to slide up into my body. I could feel the heat of his loins burning up the insides of my thighs and warming the interior of my cunt with his hot cock. My pussy made a slurping sound as the wetness of my discharge and excitement was knifed apart by Mark's plunging cock.

"Don't move!" I cautioned Mark. "I want to let it slide in by itself."

Mark's hips stopped and he rested his ass back on the bed. I relaxed the tension in my thighs and allowed my cunt to open loosely. Mark's cock began to slide into me, moving deeply, until the underside of my cunt was pressed tightly against the base of Mark's stomach. Mark's cock, of course, was buried inside of me.

My cunt was hot and wet, and I felt the excitement of the penetration. That's always the best part: more sensual even than the orgasm. The initial penetration: the moment a cock first slides into your cunt. The beginning of a fuck.

I began to rock back and forth, closing and clutching my cunt hole around the swollen thickness of Mark's cock. I ground my pelvis against his stomach, and I felt his cock twitch inside of me, rubbing and throbbing against the interior walls of my cunt. My ass rested against the closed hardness of his thighs, and my clitoris scraped sexily against the bristle-like growth of pubic hair. I could feel the swell of Mark's balls between my thighs, pressed up against the outside of my cunt.

"Oh, Wendy!" Mark moaned. "That's good!"

I tried rising up on his cock, but my legs were too short. I could only manage to move up and down about an inch or two.

"If you think that's good," I said to Mark, "then watch this!"

I shifted my weight backwards, resting my center of gravity on my ass, against Mark's thighs. Slowly I lifted one thigh and pulled my calf forward until my foot was flat on the bed. Then I repeated the move with my other leg, and placed it on the other side of Mark's hip. With both feet resting flat on the bed, I shifted my weight forward again, and rose up off of Mark.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked.

"Squatting," I said.

I had to open my thighs even more widely to prevent from toppling forward or backward. My legs were stretched in a wide vee, the center of which was my cunt with Mark's cock pushed up inside of it.

I balanced myself by placing my hands on my knees, and I slowly rose my body up from Mark's thighs. It was like doing deep-knee bends. I felt his cock sliding down inside of me. I looked down and could see my cunt: Mark's cock was sliding in and out of my box!

"Jesus!" Mark moaned. He was looking at my cunt, watching his cock sliding in and out of my cunt.

I moved up and down on him enjoying it myself. I watched as his cock opened around the lips of my cunt, pushing up into my body. I saw his cock come out all wet and hard.

I began to grunt as I pushed up and down. It felt so strange. I tightened my cunt around his cock and pushed down until my ass just barely touched his thighs. Then I loosened my grip on his organ, and I lifted myself from him. I repeated this move again and again, feeling the excitement building steadily in my stomach.

"Fuck me!" I moaned. "Fuck me, Mark!"

I couldn't take my eyes from his cock: it was exciting to watch it slide in and out of my cunt! I could actually see the red lining inside of my body-the inside of my cunt! My flesh looked all red and wet! Excited!

"I'm going to come!" Mark said. His hands were at the sides of his body, and he was twisting the sheets into knots. His hands did not touch me. All that touched me was his cock.

"Come!" I told him. "Come!"

I pushed up and down, squatting over Mark as his cock slid in and out. He arched up suddenly and crushed his cock against the underside of my cunt. I felt his body shudder.

"I'm coming...!"

I could feel Mark's hot sperm shoot up into my body: like thick spurts of warm water spitting into the depths of my cunt. I felt each throb and sputter of his cock, and felt the heat of his balls like a liquid fire inside of me, warming me, and bringing on my own orgasm.

I began to come. I tightened my cunt around Mark's coming cock. I tried to hold the orgasm back, delay it, allow it to seep out in trickles, and thereby, make it more intense. I held back for a moment or two, and then all hell broke loose.

I started to come all over the place. Wave after wave of pounding, crashing climax! I felt my body grow hot, and then melt until my orgasm and Mark's were indistinguishable.

My thighs began to cramp, and I had to pull myself into an almost erect position. This pulled Mark's cock from my cunt.

The last spurt of his orgasm was just exploding from the tip of his cock as I pulled myself free. I felt the hot sperm splash against the outside of my cunt as my body straightened.

I came like that, squatting almost erectly over Mark's body. My cunt was empty, and Mark's thick sperm dribbled from the lips of my cunt and splashed back down on Mark's belly, making a puddle in his pubic hair. His cock was still erect, but it was stained with his own come.

I fell forward into Mark. My thigh rested in the puddle of Mark's sperm.

Mark began to laugh. He always did that when he had a good orgasm.

"Wendy!" he said. "You are unbelievable. After fifteen years, you're still the best fuck I've ever had."

I smiled back at Mark. That was a compliment.