Chapter 1
I came in from the fields early, and plenty pissed off. The damned tractor had broken down, leaving me with about twenty acres left to turn. The walk back to the house didn't help my mood any, a nagging frustration that had been building for weeks, or maybe months. Hell, it seemed like years since I'd been anything like hi a good mood, and a good chunk of that mounting irritation had been caused by a sex life that was going downhill.
Not that my wife hasn't been reasonably sensual all the years we've been married. Betty always seemed to like screwing—I mean really like it, and she's still put together like something out of Playboy, only plump and ripe, with these big, firm tits and slim hips that taper down into great, sexy legs. Her ass is just as solid now as it was the day we got married, and even though we sweated out her reactions to a hysterectomy, that worked out fine, too. If anything, she was more eager to fuck than she had been before.
So what was I bitching about? Well, it's like a guy who eats top sirloin every day of his life; I don't give a damn how much he likes steak, he gets to craving a little hamburger or pork chops. Every time Betty and I fucked, it was the same familiar pattern, getting to the point where it was more like a duty than real fun. I knew every reaction of her body, how she would roll her ass when I got to driving my cock deep into her pussy, how she would gasp and hunch on the moving shaft, and I could damned near beat her to the punch on what she was going to say just before she came—word for word. When screwing gets to be that familiar, most of the edge goes off it, and ifs just not that good any more.
So I was kind of dragging my ass when I came in from plowing that day, casting around inside my head to see if I could come up with some woman-damned near any woman—to change off on. Hell, I didn't know all that many, for starters, and never played grab-ass with the few I did know. I’d been married a long time, and it just hadn't occurred to me to really look around for new ass. I mean, Betty and me got along fine, and the fucking was good, until lately.
There was one woman I’d stared at more than once, but she'd only been divorced a little over a year, and she lived pretty close to be fooling around with. Carolyn Jessup got the ranch when she and Jimmy split up, and was only about a mile down the road. She had plenty to stare at, and was about as different from Betty as another woman could get Where my wife was ripe and had short, black hair, Carolyn was tall and slinky, with this cascade of golden hair, and a walk that pulled a man's eyes right to where those long, supple legs joined her trim, wiggly ass.
I shook my head as I walked up closer to the house, knowing I probably wouldn't get up the nerve to try and make Carolyn Jessup. She was busy as hell trying to make a go of the ranch, anyway, although she had some help from her kids, and she hadn't been all that sociable since her divorce. What the hell; I was in a rut deep as the one my busted tractor was sitting in at the moment and had far less chance of getting out.
Going into the kitchen door after climbing out of my muddy work boots, I grabbed a quick cup of black coffee and listened for the sounds of Betty moving around the house, but I didn't hear her. Of course, she could be anywhere—out back robbing the hens' nests, playing with her flowers, or almost anything. If she'd taken the pickup to town for some reason, I’d have noticed it missing. Putting the coffee cup into the sink, I went stocking-footed through the house and started to take a piss in the bathroom.
Then I heard something—a funny noise that I couldn't place at first so it took awhile to register. When it did click into place, my hand stopped halfway to the flush handle of the toilet. That sound couldn't be anything but the bed vibrating, and I wondered what the hell Betty was doing in bed this time of day. Then I wondered what she was doing there to make that special, rhythmic motion.
So I drifted to the bedroom door, which was open only a crack, and peeped through it, with some idea of hollering boo and making my wife wet her panties. Only she didn't have any panties on; she didn't have a damned thing on, and she wasn't in that bed by herself.
I’ll have to cut off the main road here and tell you how the bedroom is laid out, so you can understand the picture: The bed itself is clear across the room from the door, under a big window so sunlight spills down upon it Where I was standing is a little hall leading to the bath, with a. big closet built in on one side. It's kind of shadowy there, so I could stand and see what was going on without being seen. Not that they were even looking over in my direction; they were too wrapped up in each other to know the world was still turning.
It was tough for me to believe, and I stood there with my mouth hanging open, staring amazed at my wife there on the bed getting a hard prick rammed up into her black-haired pussy. What made it even more stunning was the fact that my long faithful wife wasn't fucking some grown man; she was screwing some kid about half her size and maybe half her age.
I couldn't see the kid's face, but Betty's looked ecstatic, her heavily lashed eyes closed and a half smile on her full lips, the one she always wears when she's slowly grinding upon my cock. Only this time, it was another cock, and I could see it pumping in and out of Betty's mature snatch, light glistening on the boy's swollen prick as he worked it greasily within the hot gripping of her shaggy cunt lips. Her firm ass was rolling and she had those great legs spread wide, hunching her belly up to him whenever he laid his hungry meat home with another deeply penetrating stroke.
A few times in the past, I had sort of half wondered what I'd do if I ever came upon my wife getting laid by some other guy. I’d thought of busting him up, and probably her, too. I'd thought of just walking away from her and never looking back. I’d thought of first blowing up, then talking it over with Betty to see where I went wrong.
But when it actually happened, when I stood there watching her fuck this young boy on our own bed, I didn't do any of those things. I just stood there, and my own cock started to lift and push itself strongly out of my unzipped jeans, My heart was hammering and my mouth went dry, and my prick kept stretching itself out, getting longer and rounder and maybe a hell of a lot harder than it had ever been.
It was really something to see—her familiar, beautiful cunt sliding and pulsating around the boy's driving shaft. I had the full view from where I stood and could watch every stimulating detail of the fucking, see the surging movements of my wife's rounded ass, see the lad's lightly haired balls slap softly and damply into the uplifted crack of that ass.
As I stared at them, Betty lifted her legs and wrapped them around the boy's slim back, curling them there so she could use their muscled strength to pull his pistoning cock ever deeper into the steamy, tight cavern of her flexing pussy. Her arms were already around the strange kid's neck, and her big, resilient breasts were flattened to his chest I knew that their hard nipples were digging into his skin, burning stiffly there.
She was twisting upon his plunging cock, humping in faster and faster arcs with her pelvis, really riding that young rod, her breath hissing from between clenched teeth now. My wife was getting close to an orgasm, and I knew exactly what her lover's prick was feeling within the satin clenching of her slippery vagina. I had fucked that juicy cunt thousands of times, but somehow, I had never before been as excited screwing her as I was right now, entranced by the sight of this horny kid ramming his meat up my wife.
My hand was moving up and down my own distended shaft, caressing the puffy head and feeling the leakage of pre-seminal juice there, smearing it over the flanged knob. My balls were throbbing with pressure, and I couldn't take my eyes off the pair tangled on the bed. I knew damned well that Betty was going to come in a moment. And it was a wonder that the kid was holding out so long, what with her cunt bucking and twisting around his cock and her ass lurching violently in the coming throes of her mouthing orgasm.
Then I realized that he was coming with her, his slim ass jerking tight as his sack leaped upward, and when my wife gave that final, corkscrewing hunch that sucked his cockhead right up against the spongy cup of her womb, the kid must have let go at the same instant I could see his entire body going stiff and his toes digging into the mattress, and imagined the sudden spurting of the hot semen jetting from the flexing head of his boyish prick buried so deeply and lovingly into the quivering depths of my wife's feverish pussy.
She moaned against the base of his throat then, her pelvis grinding lasciviously as she took the fountaining of his sibling come into her snatch. "Oh you darling boy—oh, that’s so hot and creamy—what a marvelous load of young come you're shooting up into my cunt!”
Betty had never talked that way to me in all the years we'd been married. My wife had always been reticent about using the real words, so most of our fucking had been silent. Now here she was, purring them to this kid locked between the ripeness of her thighs. I kept stroking my own prick, fondling it as I hadn't since I was a lad, feeling the ultra-sensitive head throbbing at every lingering touch.
It was crazy, standing there holding my cock and not feeling the slightest knifing of jealousy, as I'd often thought I would if ever I caught my wife balling some other guy. Maybe it was because this was only a kid, and maybe it was because she was getting such a hell of a lift from screwing him.
It was also kind of weird because I didn't think Betty had ever done this before. I'd seen her turn down too many subtle passes from guys turned on by her good looks and obvious sexuality, and she'd always been just a little uptight about anything out of the ordinary, sexually. Maybe I'd imagined her fucking another man, but I'm not sure she ever did. Not until now.
Whatever the cause of her so-called cheating on her husband, she was making it big with this very young boy, and I was so damned hot and horny from seeing her take that stiff cock that I was just about to come in my hand. So I squeezed down on my trembling prick to hold it back, and kept staring at Betty and the kid on my bed. My shaft felt Take a steel rod, and I thought my balls were going to explode right in their sack, like a paper bag blown up and slapped.
I was shaking all over, my eyes fixed to my wife and the strange kid, mesmerized by the sight of his root embedded full length into the steaming blackness of her cunt hair, grasped so adoringly by the inflamed redness of her labia. The boy couldn't be very experienced, I thought; this could be his first piece of ass, and he was sure getting himself one hell of a juicy, hot lay. With Betty hotter than Td ever known her to be, the kid couldn't have a better teacher.
"No," she whispered to him, "don't take it out, darling. It's still so wonderfully hard and strong. Just ease over onto your side when I roll with you—there; that’s right Your beautiful prick is locked right into my pussy as I climb up on you like this—ahh, that feels so good.”
Then she was sitting astride him, her rich thighs clamped around his slim, almost hairless body, and I could plainly see where my wife's hairy snatch lips were snugging around the base of his swollen cock. Betty leaned forward, her naked, sweating body blocking out my view of the boy's face as she fed him the nipple of one round, smooth breast. His hands came around and stroked the sleek shapings of her ass cheeks, and his prick moved gently within the wet clasping of my wife's vagina.
Had she been fucking him before this on those days when I was out in the fields? Or was this their first time around, and Betty was taking the kid's cherry? I didn't know, and right then I didn't much give a damn; all I cared about was seeing my wife's delectable ass churning sensuously upon the boy's submerged cock. I knew how her snatch was caressing his shaft, how those greasy, satin folds were sliding up and down his cockhead, only now her hole would be more juicy than ever with so much of his come all hot and slippery inside it.
More than anything, I wanted to yell out to her, to tell my wife to fuck him, fuck him, but I choked down the impulse, as I was choking down on my cockhead with one shaking hand. And she was doing it anyhow, gyrating that modeled ass upon him as he sucked blissfully upon her erectile nipple, as his hands trailed up and down and around the twin mounds of her buttocks.
Betty was moving faster now, her ass surging up and down as she worked the boy's hard prick within the foamy glove of her pussy, raking her pelvis across his in wantonly erotic strokes. And she was gasping with the passionate joy of every movement, her breath rasping loudly in her throat.
"Darling, oh you sweet boy," she panted. "Suck harder on my tit, baby—bite the nipple a little—ahh, that's wonderful! It's like I'm feeding and fucking at the same time my own sweet child. Oh, how hard your prick is—how nice and round—uh-uh-uh!”
The kid was hunching it to her strongly then, pounding his rod up into the churning grip of her humid snatch, his balls flopping up and down as my wife rode his shaft with eager violence. He fed her the meat with powerful, hungry thrusts, jamming it home to the hilt as she met him stroke for stroke, each time giving her ass little deft flips that wrung her heaving cunt around his pole.
My feet braced wide apart, I massaged my iron-hard prick, smearing the leakage over the flanged head, grinding my belly as I worked my hand up and down. Damn, it was good; it was as if I was the boy sticking his young cock to my wife's private cunt, and yet myself, standing out here and watching. It was as if my prick were also his, and we were both fucking her sweet, hot snatch. We were both turning her on, giving her so much good, hard meat that Betty was going crazy over it, humping and banging her dripping snatch down against our balls.
She practically screamed it: "Oh my sweet! Oh darling—I'm coming again—coming on your stiff young prick—coming, coming!”
The kid kept hammering his pole into her, even after her heaving ass had stilled and she was quivering in the shock of her orgasm. His fingers dug into the pale cheeks of my wife's ass and he sledged his swollen shaft up into her hot body time and again before he also came.
This time I jerked with him, a geyser of bubbling semen blasting from the head of my prick to splatter against the wall. The thick and creamy liquid hurled itself far out in a hissing stream that was livelier and stronger than any ejaculation since my childhood. Rich white oysters clung to the wall, and it seemed as if my cock would never stop spitting out the stuff.
I went weak in the knees, sagging as I hung onto my shuddering prick, and the interlocked bodies upon tie stilled bed blurred in my eyes. Shaking my head to clear it, I began to inch back from the doorway, afraid now that one of them might see me. I didn't want to spoil this, to shake up the kid so bad he'd run like hell or to shock my wife into hysteria.
But just as I faded back into the shadows, the kid rolled his head. His eyes were closed in rapture, so he didn't see me, but I recognized him in the light that spilled through the bedroom window. He was Charlie Jessup, just fifteen years old, and he lived on the ranch adjoining ours, working there to help his divorced mom. And now he was working here, to help my newly aroused and somehow exceptionally horny wife, to play the young and virile stud for her.
Which was just fine with me, even if neither of them knew it yet. My prick was still hard as I stuffed it back into my jeans and zipped them up, and I realized that if the conditions were right, I could go right on into the bedroom and shove it into my wife's greasy and well-fucked pussy right now. I wanted to fuck her right away, with the kid's semen still bubbling within the velvet walls of her cunt, but there was no way to swing that. Not now; not just yet; but I would think of something, and soon. Right now, I had to get out of the house so my wife and her young lover wouldn't be disturbed.