Chapter 3
Stan and I made love for the rest of the afternoon. He sucked my cunt again and fucked me several more times, each time better than the time before. I had lost count of how many orgasms I had had. I sucked his cock after every fuck until he got hard again.
I wasn't experienced enough to realize that Stan was unusually virile. I just thought that Tom wasn't or didn't care to be. I didn't know how I was ever going to be able to go back to him. But at least I wasn't foolish enough to think that what had happened between Stan and me was anything but pure horniness. Even though it had been terrific with Stan, whom I didn't love, I knew it could be so much more wonderful with someone I did care for.
I did love Tom, or at least I thought I did. I knew that if there was a way for me to show him what it's like to really make love, I could make him happier too. But I had to think of a way to get him to understand. I racked my mind for an answer, but came up with a complete blank.
I went back to Carol's apartment and kept pondering the situation. There just had to be a way to make Tom understand how I felt. I tried to envision what it would be like to be fucking Tom: I wanted to hear him tell me what a great cunt I had. I wanted to hear him tell me that he loved the way I went down on him. But most of all, I wanted desperately to be able to tell him how much I loved his hard dick inside my mouth and pussy. Sex was something we never discussed. I didn't know whether it was because I had hang-ups about talking while we fucked, or if he had them, or if we both did. When it came time for bed, we just did it, or perhaps I should say that he just did it. I knew that that had to change now. I didn't know how to change him or even how to begin, but it had to be done because I didn't want to have to leave him.
I waited nervously for Carol to get home from work, for I thought that she would surely be able to help me solve my problem. I was also anxious to tell her about Stan. I figured that she must have had him too, and I thought that it would be exciting to compare notes with her, something I had never had the opportunity to do before that day.
Finally I heard her at the door. I nearly jumped up and ran across the living room to greet her. She looked beat when she came in. I remembered that she worked as a saleswoman in a large department store in one of the shopping centers nearby and that being on her feet all day was not much reason for feeling chipper when she got home from work. That reminded me of another thing about Tom that annoyed me: he thought that a wife should stay home and cook and raise children if there were any. He felt that only the man of the house should be bringing in any money. It didn't make a difference that the amount of money he brought in was barely enough to make ends meet. But for the time being, that was not my main concern. First, I wanted him to learn a few things about love.
"I hope you don't mind," I started, "but I didn't get a chance to fix anything for dinner."
"That's all right. I've gotten so used to having to do it for myself that it didn't even occur to me to expect it." As she spoke she moved over to the couch and took off her shoes to let her feet breathe for a while.
"So what did you do all day long? Something interesting I hope?"
There was a strange tone in her voice, almost as if she knew exactly what I had done all day. But I just assumed that it was my imagination. Then it suddenly occurred to me that it might not be such a good idea to tell her about Stan, because for all I knew they might have had a thing going with each other. So I figured that I might as well just play it by ear. I sort of hoped that she would mention Stan and let me know what sort of relationship she had with him, if any at all. However, I was sure that she must have had sex with him-after all, he did have a key to her apartment.
Now I was really stuck. I didn't want to lie to her, but
I didn't want to take the chance of. her getting angry with me either. Finally, she said something that I thought might be able to help me out.
"Oh, by the way, I should have mentioned that one of the neighbors has a key to my apartment. I hope he didn't drop by and scare you half to death."
Well, I still wasn't sure. She did refer to him as her neighbor, but that didn't rule out the possibility that he was also her lover. I decided that I would just have to play along and see what happened.
"As a matter-of-fact, he did come by." I tried to sound as casual as I possible could. "He stopped in to borrow some coffee. But he didn't scare me. In fact, he was really quite nice. I have to admit though that I was a little surprised to see him walk into the apartment."
"Well, anyway, he is a nice guy. It's just that he's a little off the wall at times. Sometimes Stan stays in his apartment for days at a time. You never see him at all. But other times, he's always around and everywhere you turn you run into him."
"He didn't seem so strange. I thought that he was a really nice guy." I still wasn't sure of her relationship with him. I wanted desperately to tell her about what had happened, but I was determined not to take any chances.
"Just because he's a little nuts doesn't mean that I don't like him. I wouldn't give him my key if I didn't It's just that it's difficult to find out what he's all about."
"I guess I see what you mean." It was about time I was getting to the point since I was really becoming impatient. I decided to be blunt: "Is he what you might call your boyfriend or anything of that nature?"
"Stan? You have to be kidding. I don't think that anyone could bear to see someone like him constantly. All he ever wants to do is fucK. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but there is a limit to how much a girl can take. Especially with someone built the way he is. You should see the size of his dong. It has got to be the biggest thing I've ever . . . "
"I did!" Carol's mouth just hung open. She sat there and didn't say another word for a few minutes. Finally she broke the silence.
"So that's what you were so busy doing all day. And believe me, I know that he can do it all day if he wants, to. Why didn't you tell me?"
"At first I couldn't wait to tell you. After all, it was one of your suggestions. But then I realized that he might be your boyfriend and I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure where you stood with him."
"Believe me, Judy, where Stan is concerned no one does much standing. You spend most of the time with him in a horizontal position." She giggled to herself over what she had said.
"It didn't take too long to find that out. He came over here and we had a cup of coffee together. The next thing I knew, I was in his apartment and he was fucking the daylights out of me." I closed my eyes trying to recreate the situation in my head once again.
"Well, do you feel better now that you've been what Stan would call 'well-fucked'? "
"I don't think that I can remember the last time that I felt any better!"
"No guilt? No shame? No regrets?"
To all three questions I'll have to say no. And I couldn't be happier about it"
"I hope that you know where Stan's head is at when it comes to things like that"
"I know, no involvement Just sex. Pure great fucking sex! That's all there is to it. And it's okay with me." After all, I thought to myself, that was really all I wanted from him also, so why should I feel any guilt or regrets about it? I owed it to myself to know what it feels like to have someone really make love to me.
"Well, I have to admit it" Carol said. "He's one of the best fucks that I've ever had, too." Carol had the same look on her face when she spoke, that I had when I remembered balling him: It was sort of a sly smile that made me think she was imagining the length of that huge cock sliding in and out of her cunt. I was getting a little excited thinking about Stan and Carol fucking while I was there watching. What a scene that could turn out to be! But that was only my imagination. I had a long way to go before I could actually get myself into something like that without feeling a little, or should I say, a lot strange.
I thought about what Carol had said about the size of Stan's cock, that she also thought it was really large. And she had a lot more experience than I did. Maybe Tom's wasn't that small after all. Maybe it was average. Who knows, maybe it was even more than average. I had to find out I had to know. I felt all of a sudden that
I must experience at least a few more men before I could try to patch things up with Tom.
I started thinking about Tom. I wondered where he was and, what he was doing. I was curious to know whether he was worried sick trying to find out where I was, or if he was just assuming that I was going to come crawling back to him, no matter how he wanted to treat me. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that he would try to call me here, to see if Carol might know where I was. But he and Carol didn't get along at all. In fact, he didn't like anyone who kept me from devoting all of my time to him.
When I finally got away from my thoughts, I realized that Carol, wasn't sitting next to me anymore. I heard the sound of dishes and metal pots. I walked into the kitchen. She was getting dinner ready.
"Sorry," I said, "I've been doing a lot of daydreaming lately." , .
"What about..."
"Tom, I guess. I just wonder what he's doing right now. I would like him to be worried out of his mind. But then again, I really wouldn't like to do that to him."
"I know what you mean. It's not your fault. You love the guy. I always thought that he didn't deserve to have you, but you are my friend and if he is what you want, who am I to say anything about it?"
"I wish that you would both give each other a chance. I know that I'm down on him now, and for a really good reason. But I love him, and I just wish that we could all get along."
"I know how you feel. I promise that if you two ever get this thing worked out, I will make a special effort to try and make him like me. Jan will too. There's no reason why we can't all be, friends."
"I hope so. That would really make my life a lot nicer." , "Anyway, let's get down to the matter at hand. What are you going to do about Tom? Do you really want to go back to him?"
"I really do. But not right away. I want to experience what it's like to be by myself for a little while. And I want other men now. I want to know everything I can; everything I've missed because I've spent all these years with Tom."
"I had a feeling that it wouldn't take much to convince you."
"What do you mean?"
"Look, maybe you and Tom will get back together and maybe you won't. But for the time being you've got a lot to catch up on, so I put the idea of fucking into your head last night. I don't know if it had anything to do with what happened to you today, but it makes me happy to think it did."
"But I still have a nice-sized problem."
"You mean with Tom?"
"Exactly. Just because I've found out what making love is all about doesn't mean that Tom is going to "be willing to learn."
"Have you come up with any ideas how to teach him?" I had the distinct impression that Carol was hoping I would leave Tom altogether.
"Not a damn thing!" I replied.
"I'm surprised at you, Judy, the answer is really pretty simple if you just look at the obvious."
"Well, just what is the obvious?"
"Don't you see? You knew that he was cheating you out of sex, but you really didn't know for sure until you asked me and Jan the other day. So when that wasn't enough, you found out first hand, you got fucked by someone else-a damn good choice I might add. So there's your answer. You'll just have to get Tom to do the same."
"You're right! That has to be the answer! But how am I supposed to get him to go out and find someone else to fuck? And suppose that she doesn't care about how he fucks?" I was quickly beginning to lose faith in the idea. There seemed to be no point in letting him fuck someone who couldn't control him and teach him the way it should be done. Besides, Tom wasn't the type to go out and find somebody. He just wouldn't cheat on me-another fact that proved how lucky I was to be married to him. No, it just wouldn't work.
"You don't have to worry that he won't go out and look for someone. It is so much simpler if we bring that someone to him. It has to be someone he would never have considered having sex with; someone who would take the lead because he never would. And I think I know just the person for the job." Carol walked to the phone and started to dial. I loved the way her mind worked-it was so devious and so evil at times. She had me so intrigued that I hadn't even thought to ask who she had in mind. It turned out that Carol had called Jan. She was the perfect choice; Carol had been right in her judgment. There was no way that Tom would ever take the initiative if it were a close friend like Jan. This would be the perfect opportunity for her to show him what makes a woman feel good. And as far as I knew, Jan knew exactly what those things were.
I must admit, however, that I was not too happy with the idea of my husband fucking one of my best friends. But it was the only resolution to the problem. If it worked, which was pretty certain, it would be well worth it. If it didn't, then it would only go to show that my marriage was a lost cause.
"Well, it's practically all set," Carol said as she hung up the phone.
"What do you mean by practically?" I asked, starting to get worried again. , "What I mean is that I didn't want to go into all the details over the phone. But I did get across to her the general idea. She's coming over tomorrow night. Then we can discuss it and make sure that it all works out the way that we want it to."
"How soon do you think we should let Tier go ahead with it?"
"Not for another couple of days, at least. Give him some time to get a little horny. Then when he sees Jan he will go nuts because he won't be able to touch her. Anyway, I've got more important things for us tonight. I'm going out, and you've got a date."
"With whom?" I wasn't sure that I liked the idea of a blind date. Besides, I was pretty worn out from my afternoon with Stan.
"His name is Brad. He's one of the assistant managers down at the store. You'll like him. He is really quite good looking." Carol was getting ready to -go out as she spoke to me. I didn't like having to follow her all around the apartment trying to hear what she was saying.
"My God, Carol! I can't go out tonight. I've had enough today to last me for at least a couple of weeks, if not months."
"Judy, there's no such thing as enough. Besides, you don't have to go anywhere. You can stay right here if you want. He's coming over around eight or eight-thirty."
I didn't fully understand what was going on. "Where are you going to be?" I was hoping that she would say she would stay right here with me.
"I told you. I'm going out. I actually met an old-fashioned guy today. He wants to take me to a movie before he tries to fuck me, I suppose. I guess it helps some guys get rid of their guilt complexes or something."
"Just how the hell do you expect me to entertain a total stranger in your apartment with you gone. Does he know that you're not going to be here?"
"Yes, he knows. And don't worry so much. You've done all right with a total stranger once before today." Carol must have been able to tell from the expression oh my face that I was really upset with her. "Judy, don't worry. You'll like him. Really, you will. He's not the pushy type. He won't try to force you into doing anything that you don't want to do."
"Well, I guess it's too late to do anything about it now. I'm sorry that I sounded a little pissed off at you. It was really nice of you to think of me." J. wasn't really sure that I had meant what I had said to her. But she was my friend and she had done what she thought was good for me. I had no cause to be angry at her.
"So long, Judy!" I heard her yell from the front door. I'll see you in the morning. Have a good time and don't worry." Before I could turn around to reply, she was already out the door.
It wasn't even eight o'clock yet. I had a little over two hours. I inadvertently rubbed my hands between my legs. My pussy felt a little raw. I decided to take a bath and soak in the tub for a while. I thought it might take away some of the rawness.
The bath had definitely been a good idea. It had made me feel a hundred percent better. My cunt didn't feel nearly as raw as it had before. Although I had enjoyed it, I realized that I would have to be crazy to try and take on someone like Stan any time soon again.
I looked through Carol's closet trying to find something to put on. I didn't feel like going anywhere, whether this guy liked it or not. I was just too tired. So I settled on something casual, just a pair of shorts made from cut off jeans, and a tank top. I checked myself out in the full length mirror behind the door.
I looked pretty damn sexy if I say so myself. I didn't realize just how short those shorts were. A slight bend on my part and the bottom of my ass cheeks were quite visible. The tank top didn't do me any harm either. It did a lot to make my bust look really nice and firm. Not that it wasn't that way anyway, but it just made it more so. The top being so snug fitting, my nipples were clearly outlined through the thin material.
I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted this guy to fuck me, but I wanted to tease him a little with this outfit. I just hoped that his cock wasn't monstrous if I decided to get it on with him. I wished that I could find that out before getting him to the point of no return. I wanted to look and act so sexy that he would get hard in his pants and I could check it out that way.
I had about a half hour left before he would arrive. I felt like a fool just sitting there waiting for a total stranger to come to the door. I turned on the television to occupy my time until he got there.
A half hour went by and he didn't show up. Then it was an hour and he still wasn't there yet. I started to feel more relieved than anything else. I thought that I'd just watch some television for a few hours and then go to sleep.
It was ten after nine when the doorbell finally rang. All of a sudden I lost my calm and became incredibly nervous. I was totally unprepared for meeting anyone. I got up and went to the door. There he was, my date, I thought to myself. Carol hadn't been kidding, he was good-looking. He was almost too good-looking. In fact, he would have made a very attractive woman.
"Judy?" He had a very pleasant sounding voice.
"Yes, I'm Judy." I must have looked like a fool. I just kept staring at him. It was the first time that I'd ever seen a man that I could call pretty.
"I'm Brad Thomas. Sorry I'm late but I got tied up at work and I got away as soon as I could." I watched him trying not to be too obvious about looking over my body. Well that's what it's there for, so let him look as much as he wants.
"That's okay. Look, if you don't mind, I'm a little tired, so I just thought we'd stay here and watch some television," I said as I turned around, giving him a nice eyeful of my ass and leading him into the living room.
"That's fine with me. I'm a little tired myself."
The more that I looked at him the more I began to like him. There was something about his face and his whole appearance that generated a kind of warmth and kindness. He seemed to look like the kind of person that everyone would always want to be friends with.
He came and sat down on the couch with me. We made small talk for a while. When we ran out of things to say we pretended to get involved in whatever was on television until one of us thought of something to say. It went on like that for almost two hours.
I decided that I wanted him, but I was a little worried about how large his dick might be. If it looked too large for my sore cunt, I would be more than happy to just suck him off and let him do the same for me. I took advantage of every opportunity to show off my body to him. Brad took advantage of those times also. He could hardly keep his eyes off my tits, especially the way they were poking out at him every time I turned his way. From time to time, I glanced down at his crotch hoping to see some sign of how well equipped he was. But there was nothing visible.
He seemed to be a little shy, so I knew that if anything was going to happen that night, I was going to have to make the first move. The prospect started to excite me a bit. Tonight I was determined to try my hand at it.
We started talking again and I tried to get the conversation on a more relaxed level. I asked him about Carol and how long he had known her. I thought that it might be good to start out on common ground. He started to loosen up. He began to tell me stories about how she acted when she was at work. I tried to laugh as sincerely as I could even though I didn't think that they were such funny stories.
I moved closer to him and rested my hand on the outside of his thigh. I was so close that when I turned to look at him my tits would brush up against his arm. Since he was wearing a short sleeve shirt, I was sure that he could feel the hardness of my nipples every time it happened.
When I got up again to get something to drink, I accidentally on purpose brushed my hand along the inside of his thigh until I lightly touched his cock. I felt an instant jolt go through him. He almost jumped out of his seat. He was hard and I hadn't even noticed. When I came back from the kitchen and focused on the hardness between his legs, I couldn't tell how big he was down there. But my plotting for him was getting me so hot that I could feel my pussy already starting to get wet.
I handed him his drink and sat down close to him again. I knew that it was time for me to make a move.
"I hope that I didn't embarrass you before. I mean when my hand slipped." I wondered if he believed that it really slipped.
"No, not really. I guess that you just caught me a little off guard."
"You sure jumped high enough to be off guard." I noticed that the bulge in his pants was quite prominent now. I was very obvious about where I was focusing my attention. He made no attempt to conceal his hard-on.
"It never bothers me when things like this happen. What can I do if I get excited?" He was fully aware that I was staring at his cock.
"I admire a man who is not ashamed to show what he has got. Besides, I've been showing you what I've got all night."
"I know. I've been admiring your body all night. It is beautiful. Do you suppose that we could go somewhere and admire each other more comfortably?"
I was glad that he was starting to participate. It made things a lot easier for me.
"Just follow my lead and it'll take but a moment." I was beginning to like his attitude more and more. I got up and led him into the bedroom. I sat down on the bed and he stood right in front of me. His prick was directly in front of my mouth.
I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. They fell around his ankles and he kicked them off. He took off his shirt and socks. He had a very sexy chest. Not particularly broad or muscular, but just manly enough. He was standing in front of me with nothing on but his jockey shorts. In another moment they were off too.
His prick wasn't as big as Stan's, but from what I could gather from Carol, very few are. It was a nice size though. It stood straight out in front of him. It was smooth and hard and curved up a little.
I was just about to take it in my mouth when he pushed me away. His hands reached down and he pulled the tank top over my head. He used both hands to massage my tits. His hands were strong and they felt good on my boobs.
"You've got really nice tits, Judy. So round and firm."
"I'd like it if you'd kiss them for me. Take them in your mouth and suck on my nipples." He pushed me on the bed and did as I had asked. I felt him licking and sucking on my tits, trying to get as much of them into his mouth as he could.
His mouth moved down and explored my stomach and navel. He licked across just above the top of my shorts. I could feel his hands trying to unclasp them. He quickly pulled them down and followed that by ridding me of my bikini panties shortly after.
"Eat my pussy, Brad! I want to feel your tongue in my wet hole. Make my clit stand up! I'm already wet down there. I'm wet for you! Lick me! Lick my cunt!"
I could feel his tongue running up and down my cunt lips. He moved one hand underneath me and massaged my ass. His other hand moved up to my tits and caressed them. I felt like I was being fucked by three men. I reached down and pushed his head tighter onto my burning pussy. His tongue found its way to my protruding little clit and he flicked back and forth across it so quickly that I thought I was going to go mad from it.
Then he started to push his tongue into my wetness. It felt like I was being fucked by a tiny prick
"Ooooooooooooooooo . . . Brad! Suck my pussy! It's sooooooooooo good! Eat my juices! Make me come!"
I started grinding my pussy all over his face. He was dripping with my hot cream a moment later. I took his hand off my tits and brought it up to my mouth. I sucked on his fingers as if they were five thin cocks.
I started to feel that sensation that was still so new to me. He was going to eat me to my come. I could feel my body start to tense.
Brad moved his hand from my ass to my throbbing pussy. He shoved two fingers into my cunt and I thought I was going to go wild. His tongue worked on my clit while he was finger fucking me with his hand.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm . . . I'm gonna come! Lick my pussy! Suck it all down! My cunt is so hot! Sooooooooo hot! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
I was pushing my cunt harder and harder into his face. All the juices in my burning hole were being released. My body shook as my cunt contracted around his fingers. He removed his fingers from my cunt and sucked my pussy lips into his mouth. When it was finally all over I had never felt so totally relaxed.
"Do you like my mouth, Judy?" Brad asked, lifting his head up from between my thighs. His face was glistening. It was covered with the thick, hot juices of my cunt.
"You have a great mouth. No one has ever eaten me like that before. Now I want to do something for you. You can tell me if you like my mouth."
He came next to me on the bed and turned over on his back. I started kissing my love juice off his face. My hand' went directly to his stiff rod. It was standing straight up in the air. Almost like a flagpole, I thought. My fingernails played along the sides of his cock and down to his hairy balls.
"I like that," I whispered to him. "I like your cock. It's so nice and hard. It's so smooth. I'm going to take it in my mouth now and give you a blowjob. Do you think you'd like that?"
I didn't think that I'd have to wait for an answer. I moved my head down to the tip of his prick and lashed my tongue out at it. I licked down his ivory-smooth shaft until I came to his hairy sac. I took his balls in my mouth and felt his whole body quiver beneath my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his balls until he screamed for me to stop. I ran my tongue back up the underside of his shaft and up to the tip of his lovely cock once again.
"Take it, Judy. Take me into your mouth...into your beautiful hot mouth!"
I didn't need his encouragement. I lowered my lips over his dick and sucked almost the entire length of it into my mouth. I slowly fucked his cock with my mouth, using gentle but steady up and down motions. While I did this I rolled my tongue around his shaft. I could almost taste his excitement in my mouth.
"You have a good mouth too, Judy. Suck me! Oooooo-ooooh . . . suck my stiff dick! It's so good!"
He started moving his hips up and pushing his dick further into my mouth. I did my best to back away each time we did this. I liked to suck cock, but I didn't like the idea of choking to death.
Suddenly, his hand was on my cunt again, his fingers running up and down my pussy lips and getting me hotter than I already was. I could feel his cock pulsating inside my mouth.
"I want you, Judy! I want to put my dick into your juicy nest. I want to feel it all around me. I need you now! I need to fuck you now!"
I lifted my head from his throbbing weapon and maneuvered myself over his slim body. I lowered my cunt over his shaft and ever so slowly pushed myself down onto it. We fucked each other slow and easy for several minutes. His hands went to my tits and massaged them roughly, but it felt good to me.
"Does it feel nice, Brad? You like the way my cunt feels on your stiff dick? You have such a nice one. It feels so good inside me."
"You have a lovely cunt, Judy. It's so nice and tight You're such a good fuck. I love the way you fuck me. I love the way you fuck my cock!"
It felt nice to have him just lie there while I had to do all the work. I felt as if I were in total control, not only of my pussy, but of his cock. I felt myself getting ready to come again. I started moving faster on his pole. I wanted him to come with me. I wanted to feel him shooting inside me while my cunt muscles contracted around his tool and milked all the come out of him.
I felt his body tense and I knew that he was about to shoot at any moment. So was I.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh . . . I'm gonna shoot!" Brad groaned. "I'm gonna shoot my hot come into your cunt!"
I felt the spasms of orgasm as he started to shoot his load into me. My cunt squeezed his dick and let go and squeezed it again. He kept coming in me. I could feel his dick throbbing in my hole with every spurt of his come.
I finally collapsed on top of him, not letting him take his fast shrinking cock out of my pussy.
"You're a great fuck," I heard him whisper.
"You're good, too. Would you like me to make it hard again for us, so we can fuck some more? I love to suck a soft cock and feel it get hard all over again in my mouth."
I lifted myself off his prick. It had shriveled almost to the size of a little boy's. But I didn't care how big or small it was when it was soft; I was only interested in the size of a hard cock, a nice smooth hard cock. In my cunt or in my mouth-I loved it both ways. I felt like I could spend my entire life doing nothing but fucking and sucking and being sucked and being fucked.
I took his now tiny instrument into my mouth and swished it around and around. His body quivered from the sensation. In a couple of minutes he was getting hard again. I could hardly wait until it was like a rock once more, so I could feel him ramming it into my box until I came. I wanted this next one to be a long, long, slow fuck. A couple of more minutes and he was as hard as before.
I watched as he guided his dick to the lips of my pussy. He pushed in slowly, a little bit at a time. He fucked me slow and easy. Before he was finished he brought me to three more orgasms.
He didn't want to come in my cunt this time. He wanted my mouth. I was more than happy to give it to him. When he finally came, I swallowed every drop of his come, and I kept sucking until his cock was dry.
After that I was sound asleep. It was a well needed rest since I had had an unusually busy day.