Chapter 4
This time, I was in the closet, bare-assed and anxious as a lad sweating out his first piece of cunt. I was showered and scrubbed, and my belly was still pleasantly full from a fine steak dinner, backed by a special bottle of old wine and topped with a dollop of fine brandy. Feeling strong and good, mellow but ready, I was waiting for Charlie Jessup to come sneaking into my bedroom to get what he thought was another secret lay from my wife.
Hunkering down, I peeped through the door, which was cracked open just a hair, so I could get a full view of the bed. Charlie was really some lucky boy, I thought, to have a ripe and juicy woman like Betty available to him. Hell, at his age, I was just beating my cock and dreaming of the time when I could stick it into that hot and completely mysterious place between a girl's legs. And here was little horny Charlie, who had a full grown, richly mature woman ready to fuck him whenever she could, presenting him with a lush body and a luxuriantly haired pussy that could perform so many wonderfully erotic tricks.
And tonight, he was about to get a trip into another high, when she went down on him. That would be something else for me to observe, when my wife took the kid's hard young prick into her lips and began to work her mouth up and down on it Charlie would probably try to crawl off the bed, but Betty would be hanging to him, chewing and licking and sucking, eager to taste the boy's spitting semen, to drain his balls as she had drained mine.
Betty came into the room, wearing a see-through nightie that exposed the lower cheeks of her sculptured ass and gave fleeting little glimpses of her abundantly furred mound. The nipples of her big, firm tits were already erectile, pushing against the thin material, the globes bobbing enticingly as she moved. She smiled toward the closet where I crouched, and went to the bed to adjust a table lamp, so that its revealing rays would shine directly upon the waiting bed.
As she bent over to smooth the covers, my wife gave a slow and sensuous wriggle of her ass, bending over so that I could take a good look at the tufted crevice and admire the shapings of her cheeks, and the plump lines of her pale thighs. The beautiful bitch was teasing me, knowing that I couldn't take my eyes off her, knowing damned well that she now had me completely hooked on her reawakened body, that her voluptuous cunt was like a drug to me, an addiction that I had no desire to shake.
And I guess that land of major change was taking place in Betty, something that made her sexually oriented, far more dedicated to pleasing her body, to gratifying her needs and fulfilling her fantasies. Once she had broken the pattern of humdrum days and boring nights, once she had taken the boy's fresh, virginal prick into her welcoming pussy, nothing else mattered. There'd be no more chitchat about the color «f the new curtains, or what kind of vinyl was better for the kitchen floor. Now she was concerned with fucking Charlie, and giving me a wilder ride than ever before. From here on out, it was going to be a new type of life for both of us, a rebirth through which we could learn to be honest about our sensuality.
Betty turned from the bed, lifting her hands and running them through the midnight cascade of her thick hair, thrusting her large nipples more strongly against the thin restraint of her revealing nightie. Whispering, she said, "Charlie will be here in a few minutes. I talked to his mother, and Carolyn said he'd be on his way. This is the first time we'll make it at night, and I want it to be a good fuck for the boy. Promise you'll wait awhile, darling. When I think the moment is right, I'll tell him that you know about us, that you're watching from the closet.”
"Okay," I hissed back, "but don't take too long with the kid, baby. I might be jacking off in here.”
"Don't you dare," she said. "I won't have you wasting that precious stuff. Now hush—I think I hear him at the back door. I'll go let my lover in.”
My cock was already lifting when she led the kid into the room. Charlie looked edgy, glancing around as if he expected something to fall on him, but Betty soothed the boy, kissing his cheek and caressing the small, slim body. The kid had sun-bleached hair, and when his shirt was off, he was tanned a deep gold color, from working in the fields. My wife got his shirt off in a hurry, and Charlie couldn't keep his hands from straying up to caress her big, tempting breasts. They made quite a picture, standing there together, the anxious, nervous boy and the sultry, beguiling woman in the full flower of her feminity.
She worked his jeans down over his thin hips while he cupped and fondled her tits, and when he stepped out of his pants, the boy's prick was standing up stiff and hungry, the head shining as if it had just been polished, and I could see a droplet of clear fluid gathering at the blunt tip.
Charlie said, "Are you sure lie won't be right back?”
My wife ran her fingers gently over his upright shaft and pressed her full body against him. "We have all the time we want, darling, more time than we ever had before, so we can fuck as long as we wish. I guarantee that my husband won't bother us.”
The kid gulped, his crotch straining toward her and his naked ass rolling a little while she played with his rigid cock. "I sure wouldn't like him to come busting in on us when we're screwing,”
Over his bare shoulder, Betty glanced at the closet door and winked. She was really living it up, acting the part of the lustful seducer, and said, "Maybe, if Rich saw this sweet young prick of yours sliding into my pussy, he might just be envious.”
"Hey," Charlie said quickly, "don't even joke about that. I mean, fucking a guy's wife—well, that's a kind of serious thing.”
"Come on," Betty urged, tugging on his prick. "Don't worry about anything except crawling in between my legs, darling—unless you're already getting tired of putting this wonderful meat to an old lady?”
The boy clutched at her then, shaking his head vigorously. "Oh no; you're the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and the sexiest. I love you, Betty—I really do.”
"I know, sweetheart," my wife said softly, "I know. You can show me how much right now. I’ve missed your sweet prick, Charlie. Come on and use it in me.”
Lush hips swaying hypnotically, she led him to our bed and held him just at the edge of it. "A different way, lover—let me get on my hands and knees, so you can shove that beautiful meat into my pussy from behind. Will you like that?”
"Oh yeah, yeah," the lad jittered, licking his lips as he stared entranced down at the rounded cheeks of my wife's gorgeous ass as she crawled upon the bed and posed there for him like a mare ready to be bred to the stallion.
I stared, too, looking directly into the uptilted cleft she was presenting to him, seeing the shaggy black hairs of Betty's pouting mound and the steamy cunt lips showing pink through the intriguing mattress. Now I knew the full taste of those lips and the exotic flavors of the juices that could flow so copiously within the silken walls of her pussy. For earlier in the day, I had gone down on my wife's ecstatic cunt for the first time, burying my flushed face and hungry mouth into that alluring fleece.
Now I watched Charlie Jessup get up on the bed behind her and run his trembling hands over the twin sculptures of her ass. The boy's prick was standing tall and hard, that droplet of pre-seminal fluid now oozing down beneath the cockhead. In a few seconds, he would stick it into those impossibly soft, wondrously resilient pussy lips that had ground so tantalizingly against my mouth today.
Her thighs had been taut, my wife's back arching to lift her shaggy crotch toward me when I snugged my cheek into the giving pungency of that glorious mound, and I couldn't wait for more than a fleeting caress before plunging my tongue into her labia, forcing it between those rubbery lips still dripping from the heated, blended juices of my own come and those left over from Charlie's fucking and her honeyed sauces.
So damned sweet, so thrillingly hot and sensuous, her cunt had hunched against my teeth, and when Betty rolled her plush ass, she had smeared my cheeks and chin liberally with the fluids so exotic and musky. I ate hungrily into her snatch, delving as deeply as I could reach with my tongue, chewing tenderly upon slick membranes, wallowing between her heaving thighs and reaching up to clamp both my hands upon the quivering melons of her breasts.
Now a cockhead was slowly approaching that delicious slot, from behind, as Charlie braced upon his knees and used one hand to steer the swollen knob into the tingling forest of my wife's pussy. I saw her labia accept the gentle penetration as the boy worked his ass to get his knob settled into them. I heard Betty sigh when that rosy bud slid into her heated gash, and she gave a slow, backward hunch that made the length of his rigid pole disappear up into the sheath of her tight vagina. Charlie's balls swung down between the marble columns of her spread thighs, and his prick was buried into my wife's magnificent cunt, jammed to the stem of her wetly clasping pussy.
Catching my own cock, I held tightly to it, trying to still its throbbing as the kid began to work his club in and out of Betty's slow-wheeling crotch. As she rolled with him, grinding her ass back into his lower belly, Charlie leaned forward and covered her arched body with his own, reaching around so he could take hold on both her pendulum breasts, using them as grips while he fed that hard meat steadily and lovingly up into her jellied, suctioning hole.
"Oh, Charlie, Charlie," Betty panted. That feels so good; your cock seems to reach farther up into my pussy this way—oohh, darling—oh yes, yes—fuck me hard, sweetheart; fuck me deep.”
The boy was stepping up his rhythm, eagerly pumping his stiff rod back and forth into my wife's juicy snatch, humping it to her good, the sack of his dangling balls swinging as he stroked his meat into the only cunt he had ever screwed. He looked very small on top of her spread-eagled body, the upper part of him tanned and golden, his lower body white, and only a scattering of hair upon his scrotum.
I realized then that his prick wasn't very big, but Betty was enjoying it as much as if it was gigantic. Charlie's shaft was very hard, though, unbending as he pistoned it into my wife's wondrous vagina, and the kid could evidently fuck all night, so that probably made up for any lack of size. That, and the boy's feverish eagerness, his single-minded dedication to his screwing. Again, I could see how crazy she was about his cock and thrilled to her sensuous responses as she took it.
Damned if I’d jack off this time, I thought, even though my cockhead was throbbing anxiously and the pressure was building up within my testicles. I meant to save that semen for Betty, to use it inside that fabulous pussy that was contracting so sweetly now around the boy's surging pole.
"C-coming!” my wife gasped out. “Oh Charlie, you wonderful, horny boy—I'm coming!”
He clung to her tits while his ass seesawed up and down to sledge his greasy shaft into her flexing snatch, panting and grunting as he felt the suction of that well-trained pussy working upon his oiled and sensitive glans. I knew the exact moment when he let go, when his packed balls jerked spasmodically and fired the compressed fluid up through the buried length of his shaft to explode from the leaping cock-head. And I could sense the way the boy's semen splattered throughout the hotly receptive pocket of my wife's enchanted pussy.
As they hung together without moving, Betty's vagina clenched adoringly about his embedded prick, his hands still cupping the pliant softness of her breasts. I stood up inside the closet, my legs getting a little cramped from crouching there for so long, but no stiffer than the impatient meat of my aching prick. Still, they didn't break apart, and I stared at the stem of the boy's cock, where Betty's steaming cunt lips gripped it.
She was soaked with his come now, I thought, turned all soapy and slidy inside the sleeve of her greedy vagina by the boiling juices of Charlie's released semen, the thick, rich stuff yet dripping from the head of his boyish prick. And I remembered how wildly my wife had whirled that cunt upon my tongue, just hours before, the way she had bucked and plunged when I found the vibrancy of her trembling clit.
We'd had several firsts that day, my hot, bitchy wife and me: the first time she had eaten my cock, sucking me dry of juice and gulping it all down her siphoning throat; the first time I had ever gotten to lock my mouth into the succulent foldings of her cunt, probing deeply and exploringly with my avid tongue. It had been my turn to swallow her flowing oils, and I pulled them happily into my mouth, cork screwing my tongue against her quivering clit until she came furiously and made small, sharp screams.
And there'd been the frank and open discussion of her fucking the boy, the admission of her deep sensuality; talking about Charlie with her had been almost as stimulating as actually screwing Betty. It turned me on to have her describe the sensations within her pussy when she rode the kid's rigid cock. It was as if she had opened all doors and let me into the most secret places of her life, thus allowing me to share her most intimate thoughts.
Now it was time to share her body with her lover, as well, and I shifted anxiously inside the closet, wondering when and how she would break the news to Charlie Jessup. There was still the chance that the kid would freak out and split, scared out of his mind when he found out that the husband knew all about his sneak-fucking of the wife. He was only a boy and involved in something that could mean a hell of a lot of trouble to him, so he might try to put it all behind him and hit the road.
That would screw things up royally; now that Betty had let herself go and taken a lover, a replacement for Charlie might not be so easy to find. Not right away, anyhow, and I was damned eager to become a part of her new romance, to mesh with them both in the throes of their fucking. Not that I ever had any idea of balling the kid; I could never go in for that he-and-he stuff, although I was to discover that she-and-she swinging wouldn't bother me at all. But that part of it was off in the future, and I was intensely in the present then, each moment of delay stretching out tensely as I waited for my wife and Charlie to untangle themselves.
Biting my lips, I watched the kid back his dripping shaft out of my wife's torrid pussy and saw the glistening trail of come the withdrawn cockhead dribbled down the inside of Betty's veed thighs. Sighing, Charlie sat back on his haunches, that ever-ready prick still poking up erect as a flagpole, its glans reddened and smeared. My wife sagged forward then, sliding down to her belly and bringing her lush thighs together before rolling over onto her back and looking up at the lad.
When she held up her arms, he went down into them, lying beside her love-warmed body to snug his face into the white cushions of her big tits. Betty stroked his hair and ran her fingers down his back, tilting her face to kiss his cheek, and I saw the boy's red tongue curl out to taste her brown nipple. Charlie really adored my wife; his love was plain to see, and I experienced a feeling of pride that she could make him feel that way, even though she was more than twice his age. The moment was now, I thought anxiously; this was the time to tell him—while he was relaxed and cuddled into her breasts, while that always-stiff cock was propped against her rounded thigh.
"Charlie," she murmured, "you do love me, don't you? You don't ever want to give up our time together, our wonderful fucking?”
"I can't ever stop loving you," he said, his voice muffled by her tits, "or ever stop fucking you, Betty, I'd go crazy without you, and I only wish we could live together, so we could always be like this—without ever having to worry about him.”
Her voice was soft and honeyed as she said, "We can arrange that, darling. Almost, I mean. I don't think your mother would just let you move m with me, but my husband would.”
Charlie stiffened against her naked body, his face lifting from the valley of her comforting breasts, his widened eyes searching her face. "Wh-what do you mean? Mr. Barnett wouldn't just let me move in here-”
Betty kissed his forehead. Tm sure he would if that was possible. My husband will do anything to make me happy, darling. And that includes having you. any time and every time I want you.”
"Wait a minute!" The kid's voice was sharp with anxiety. "He—he can't know about you and me, can he? I mean—he's your old man, your husband, and if he thinks I'm getting into his wife's pussy—”
"Easy, sweetheart," she purred, caressing his shoulders. "Don't be frightened. He knows; he saw us fucking this afternoon when he came home early. But he didn't say anything to me about it until much later, after you'd gone.”
"Oh wow!" Charlie muttered. "Man, I have to get out of here before—”
Betty held to his arms and wrapped her legs around his, holding the boy fast. "Rich didn't tell me he'd watched us until he had just finished screwing me himself. He was so damned excited about seeing you put it to me that he jacked off, and he asked me to get you back over here tonight—so he could watch us fuck again.”
"I-I don't get it," the boy said shakily. "I mean, you're his wife, and I'm just a kid, and-" the full import of what Betty had just said hit him then, and he tried to wriggle from her grasp. "Hey! Do you mean that he's around here right now?”
My wife held him close, soothing him, calming him as best she could, and when he had quieted some, she called to me: "Rich, darling! Come on out and join us.