Chapter 3
She went rigid beneath me, the soft resilience of her heated flesh turning taut as Betty caught her breath and held it She let it out with a rush when she said, "What—what do you mean?”
My dripping cock throbbed deep within the trap of her pussy. I said, "I didn't mean it like that—which is the better fuck; I don't want you to compare us, baby. Now don't freeze up and get scared, either. There's no need to.”
My wife was tense. "Rich, I don't know what the hell-“
Rolling my ass, I moved my swollen glans around inside her well-oiled snatch and said, "Baby, you don't have to lie or cover up, even if you could get away with it. I saw you and the kid screwing, just a little while ago.”
Betty shivered then, her skin seeming to go chill against mine. "I—look, Rich—I mean—”
"Oh hell," I muttered, and slowly backed my hard shaft from the wetly clinging folds of her vagina, "I probably screwed this all up. I didn't want to upset you or put you in some kind of bind. I meant to ease into this thing the best way I could, but while we were fucking so wild and wonderful there, I wasn't thinking straight.”
Rolling over onto my side, I pressed my greasy rod against the marvelous swelling of her hip and continued: "What I'm trying to say is, well-I’m not jealous or mad or any of the things I'm supposed to be when I find my lovely wife fucking a kid less than half her age. Instead, I'm turned on by it—made so damned hot and horny that I just had to screw you myself. Damnit, Betty; I love you more than ever right now, Can you understand that?”
Hiding her face in the crook of her arm, she whispered, "Maybe; I'm not s-sure. Oh Rich, I didn't mean to—but we haven't been making it so well lately, and he's so—so young and beautiful, and—”
I stroked her thigh, her rib cage, and cupped a hand over the beautiful pale globe of her breast, toying with the flaccid nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "It's okay, Betty; ifs all right Hell, more than that—it's wonderful! Quit feeling guilty and thinking you've betrayed me, cheated on me, and all that crap, because it's just not so. I'm glad you fucked him, baby. I'm happy as hell you fucked him.”
My wife's head jerked around, her dark eyes open wide and staring in disbelief. “What? You're not just saying that to make me feel better? Rich, I don't understand—I mean, if you saw me doing it with young Charlie—and I'm your wife, and—”
Continuing to caress her tit, I rubbed my still hard shaft over her warm flesh. "Maybe I don't fully understand, either," I said. "All I know is that when I saw that lad's stiff cock pumping in and out of your beautiful pussy, my own cock jumped out hard and strong as a stud horse's. Charlie was on top, riding you, and you were grinding your sweet ass and telling him to fuck you, fuck you. I watched his balls jump up when he came in you, and I kept hanging onto my aching pride when you rolled over on top of the boy and kept riding him. Then I couldn't keep from jacking off; just about the time he came in your lovely cunt again, my semen shot all over the wall. After that, I sneaked back out to the barn until I was sure he was gone. When I came back to the house, you never looked more beautiful and sexy to me.”
She was silent for awhile, but I could feel her nipple turning hard in my fingers. Betty murmured then, "So that's why you were so horny in the kitchen, and why you made me say those words to you. Seeing us do it—no, seeing us fuck like that made you all excited. Oh Rich, and I was feeling so guilty—so, land of dirty, but once I got it started with Charlie, I just couldn't help myself. I'm so glad you feel the way you do. Oh my darling, it made your own fucking so much better, didn't it?”
“The best ever," I answered, fondling that magnificent breast and remembering how she had fed this very nipple into the boy's eager mouth. "And it'll get even better, baby; I'm sure of that. I love you so damned much, and it makes me glad to see you in rapture, to watch your wiggling your precious cunt on somebody else's hard prick and adoring it. I don't know if I can explain it fully, but it's as if I'm fucking you, too; but proud as hell because another guy knows just how fantastic your sweet pussy really is. You're a fantastic piece of ass, Betty, and the kid really seems to appreciate it Tell me—who made the first pass, you or Charlie?”
She turned completely to me, so that both tits were firmly into my chest, so that she could feel the sticky head of my distended cock pressing into her softly rounded belly. “I did. He was too scared, but I saw him staring at my breasts a lot, and watching my tail when I walked, and maybe I was just teasing the boy a little at first. I bent over so he could get a good look at my tits, and stopped wearing a bra. You know he comes over sometimes to do chores for me, and I got more and more devilish with him, especially when I caught him trying to hide a hard-on.”
She put her head against my shoulder and I smelled the clean musk of her black hair. Almost whispering, Betty said, "I didn't really mean to go through with it—not at first; but he got so excited when I accidentally let him see too much thigh or brushed against him. Then I realized that he was in love with me, really in love, and he was a virgin, and he wanted me so much, so very much—”
Stroking her hair, I said, That's okay, baby; you don't have to make excuses. Fm getting a kick out of hearing this, so go on.”
"Today was only the second time." Betty said softly. "Last Friday when you drove to town, that was the first time we screwed. Charlie was scared silly, but so eager and passionate, and I wouldn't let him go, anyhow. When I finally got up the nerve to touch him between the legs, to feel his marvelous young thing, his prick, I guess I went a little crazy and practically raped him. He came right away, but I kept him in me, made him go right on fucking, and it was so new, so wonderful—oh, Rich; it seems so weird, telling you all this, describing how I laid him.”
I said, "Not weird at all, but terrific. Feel how hard I am, baby. That kid was some kind of lucky, having you for his first piece of ass. And scared or not, no wonder he had to come back for more. It must be great, fucking somebody that young and teaching him what it's all about.”
"It is," she said against my throat. "It's very strange, but I feel like his girl and his wife and sometimes even his mother. And Charlie never seems to get enough. There are so many things I want to try with him.”
"Now you can," I said, "without worrying about getting caught. What do you have in mind, darling-going down on the boy and eating that hard young cock?”
My wife trembled against me and hid her face deeper into my throat. I could barely hear her when she whispered, "I—I never thought that sort of thing would enter my head, but it has. I love him so much, I want to do everything for him, anything to make him happy, to have him come. Am I terrible, Rich? Am I a wanton bitch for thinking about tasting Charlie's cock, and worse—admitting it to my own husband?”
Running my hands up and down the graceful sweep of her naked back, I said, "Wanton bitch—sure; why not? Now you can be what you want, do whatever you desire, and I'm here to help you, Betty. I think it's crazy and wild and wonderful, and I'm all for you fucking this boy until he can't walk, or going down on his prick and draining every drop of his come, if that's what you want”
I had both cheeks of her sleeky rounded ass In my hands then, and she was gently swiveling her pelvis into me, both of us turned on by the conversation and by our mutual acceptance of her screwing somebody else. But she stopped churning her crotch into mine and pulled back so that she could look me squarely in the face, her dark eyes stirring with secret flames, her ripe mouth damp.
"Rich, Rich—I love you, too. I love you now more than ever. And if I'm going to do that to Charlie, I'd better learn how, don't you think? Can you teach me, darling? Have you ever had anybody go down on you?”
"Once," I admitted, "a long time ago. A girl did it to me, but I never saw her again. It was before we were married. But if you don't really want to—”
“I do-oh, I do!" Betty insisted. "Just He still, and if I do something wrong, tell me about it.”
I watched her head move down my chest and felt the hot darting of her tongue along my skin. She nipped flesh between her teeth, tenderly chewing it, then licked a blazing trail down across my trembling belly, and I thought: after this long, after so many years, my own beautiful wife was about to go down on me in love. At last, she was shedding all her inhibitions and being honest with herself about her innermost sexual desires.
Betty's hands fondled my hips, my upper thighs, and one of them dipped under the sack of my refilling balls. I felt the tickle of her warm breath into the upper reaches of my pubic hair, and the cheeks of my ass drew together in anticipation. Her tongue was swift and eager, sliding into the joining of thigh to groin, then across through the hair until her soft lips nuzzled against the swollen base of my erect shaft. She rubbed her cheek up and down the hard rod, trailing the tip of her tongue along the sensitive skin.
My entire body snapped tight as a stretched rubber band when Betty suddenly lifted her head and put her lips around my cockhead. She held it there for a long, tantalizing moment, then her tongue started a series of thrilling caresses, coiling and creeping wetly, hotly over and around the glans. When she probed into the slot itself, I reached down and wound my fingers into the thick wealth of her perfumed hair.
While she was still playing her tongue over my cockhead, I gave a little hunch and pushed the shaft into her hungry mouth, sliding the knob over her tongue and feeling the slippery velvet of her inner cheeks as it reached far back for the cupping of her throat. Betty hesitated then, almost choking at the strange sensation, but recovered quickly, her teeth ringing the stem of my shaft tenderly. Then she began to suck, and I shuddered in rapture.
Gently, I worked my prick back and forth, fucking her mouth as I had so often fucked her exquisite pussy, reveling in the new and delightful feelings. Holding to her head, I gave myself up to the intense pleasure, and Betty went at it as if she was a highly trained cocksucker, racing her tongue and dipping her cheeks in and out, building up suction and releasing it, using her teeth and lips to give me all the ecstasy she possibly could.
She would soon be doing the same thing to her young and eager lover, I thought; my hot wife would be eating upon Charlie Jessup's boyish prick like this, sucking and licking avidly at it, and the kid would release a sizzling load of semen into her mouth, into her gasping throat But she was doing it to me first, and Betty sure as hell didn't need any instructions. She was literally worshipping my hard prick with her tongue and mouth, chewing delicately upon the shaft and siphoning the head, her fingers curled around the root, her other hand playing with my balls, urging me to let it all go, insisting that I flood her thirsty throat with my come.
Lifting my knees, I wrapped my legs around her head and used my thighs to squeeze her, used my hands to hold her head steady while I pumped my shaft more strongly into the searing little cavern of my wife's mouth. Betty moaned around my surging prick as the cockhead flexed and the fabulous leap of power came thundering up from my contracting balls. As my glans ballooned in ecstasy, the boiling stream fountained from it and saturated her throat, drenching her tongue and teeth with a load of steaming, thick semen. She gulped and swallowed, but never for a split second did she stop pulling and tugging upon my cock, groaning and gasping as she strained to draw every tiny globule of come from the pulsing bulb.
My backbone melted and ran out the head of my prick as wave after wave of bliss shook my body, and I clung to my wife's head, clamped it between my thighs while she continued to suck, to lavish that wet and thrilling stimulation upon my cockhead. It went dry, but still Betty pumped on it, until I withdrew my shaft gently from her ravenous mouth and rolled away from her, my chest heaving and my lungs tugging in air to strengthen me.
"There," my wife said, "did I do it right?”
"Perfectly," I mumbled. "When you go down on that kid, you'll drive him right up the wall. Nobody could eat a prick any better, darling. You're truly wonderful, just fantastic; I thought I'd never stop coming. And so soon after fucking you, too.”
She kissed her way back up my body, and caught my head between her palms to turn my face toward her own. I saw that her lush lips were glistening with the residue of my own semen, and that Betty wasn't licking it off. Instead, she was slowly moving her mouth to mine, offering me the secret flavor of my most precious juices, and I accepted gladly, feverishly.
The taste of her lips was sweet but musky, spiced with the attar of my come, and her slippery tongue probed deeply into my mouth, working around inside there as it has played so teasingly over my prick only moments before. I sucked Betty's tongue, my drained cock struggling to rise again, powerfully stimulated by this strange new intimacy. For a long time, we held each other, our breath slowing and our hearts lessening their beat.
Some time later, as I was drifting upon some warm lotus stream, my wife murmured, "I really loved that, Rich. It was different, and I almost came when you did, because you were so aroused by what I was doing. You know I only kissed your prick before, but when I got it into my mouth, I wanted to chew it up and swallow it down, so I could forever carry that very private part of you inside my body. But I settled for your semen, and it was wonderful, sliding down my throat and into my tummy. To think of all the years I've wasted, being so uptight about oral sex. But HI make up for it, darling; I promise.”
"You already have," I said huskily. "When I let go my load into your mouth, it was like losing my cherry—a terrific, blinding release that seemed to tear me wide open. Baby, I love you now more than I thought possible.”
She kissed me again, and dropped one hand down to cuddle my limp cock. "I know, darling, I can't wait to have you do it to me. I want you to be the first to eat my pussy, before I show little Charlie how to go about it”
"When I get back some strength," I promised. "I've always wanted to snuggle my face between your sweet thighs, Betty, to cover your adorable pussy lips with my mouth, but you always shied away.”
"Never again," she breathed throatily. "I'm looking forward to it. Rich, I sense that you want to do a little more than just watch Charlie put it to me, then come in and take your turn after he goes home; am I right?”
"Yes," I said, "The kid is going to have to be told that I know he's fucking you and that I approve. But I wonder how to go about it without scaring him clear into the next county. If he can be gentled into the idea, I'd like for Charlie and me to screw you together, to share you between us, taking turns or whatever. Just thinking about that makes me tremble all over.”
My wife rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms above her head. "Suppose you leave that to me, darling, Charlie is so hung up on me, on the fucking he's been getting, that I'm certain he'll do anything I ask him, I'll break the news to him, the next time we're in this bed together.”
"When will that be?" I asked.
She smiled at me. "I suppose I could dream up some excuse to have him come back over here tonight, call him and say that you'll be in town all evening, that he can help me fix the washer, or something.”
“Damn," I said, "picturing that kid running over here with a hard-on, and ready to fuck my wife again—that image is doing things to me. Maybe I'm younger than I thought, or else this new screwing around is tapping reserves of a special energy.”
"That's good," Betty said, and her eyes were smoky again "because we still have a lot of time left in the day, my sweet and understanding husband." Glancing down, she spread her thighs, exposing the humid thatching of her lovely mound.