Chapter 5
I tried to move slowly and calmly toward them, tried to smile reassuringly at the kid's scared face. I knew that if I came bombing out of that closet, even holding my hard cock in one hand, the sudden action might send the boy leaping through the window. All his programming had taught Charlie that guys didn't go for other guys laying their wives, that being caught at it could be dangerous as all hell, bringing on shotguns and axes and whatnot. So I couldn't blame the boy for freezing where he was, held tightly against my wife's naked body.
"Like Betty said," I murmured, "just take it easy, Charlie. I wouldn't hurt you, son. Hell, I'm grateful to you for fucking her. Your screwing has brought me and my wife much closer together. I really thank you for having the guts to screw her, and I don't want to cut you off from her pussy now. I just want to share it with you.”
He was still silent, even though his dry lips worked. Betty relaxed her grip on him and ran the calves of her shapely legs up and down his supine body. "See, Charlie? It's all right, as I told you. My husband is all turned on because you and me have been fucking. Look how hard his prick is. Oil Charlie, Charlie-don't you see? Now we can take all the time we need, fuck as long as we want to, relax and not hurry—and lover boy, there are still a lot of things I want to do with you, and to you.”
Moving around to the other side of the bed, I sat down and said, "I'm not queer, Charlie. I just like to see my wife happy, and now she can be your wife, too. Ease off, son; relax. Just look at her naked flesh and feel those beautiful tits and remember how hot and juicy her sweet pussy is.”
Betty was still on her side, with her rounded ass toward me, so I reached out and caressed the cheeks, "You have such a beautiful ass, baby," I said to her. "Charlie was really pumping his cock into you dog fashion. It's been a long time since you and I fucked that way.”
Since my attention seemed to be diverted from him, the boy had time to get hold of himself, to think this strange situation through and understand that it was going to be fantastic for all of us. I could almost see the wheels click inside his head as Charlie realized that all this marvelous fucking was really free for him now, that my wife's fabulous cunt was available to him any time he craved it, without fear of getting jammed up.
I rolled up onto the bed and pressed my stiff prick between the warmly resilient cheeks of Betty's mounded ass, snugging it into the furry cleft as she writhed back against it. Stroking her back and nuzzling into the nape of her neck, I breathed deeply of her excitement, of the individual scent of her luxurious hair. Her flawless skin was sheened faintly with a golden sweat, and I trembled with anticipation.
She still bad her arms wrapped around the boy's shoulders, and I felt the surging of one buttock as Betty lifted her leg and draped it across Charlie's hip. Sliding down, I caressed her hips and eased the head of my swollen, throbbing cock between her lush thighs, so that it nudged up into the thrillingly wet patch of her abundant pubic hair.
As my wife felt the gentle pressure of my glans against her labia, she moved her face forward and brought her mouth to Charlie's, saying against his lips, "Kiss me, darling—kiss me while my husband slides his stiff cock up into my hot pussy, into the cunt you just took your nice prick out of.”
Holding to her trim waist, I hunched upward, prodding into the foamy heat of her pussy lips until they spread to take in my cockhead. I felt the extra juiciness there, the greasy salve that the boy had left inside my wife's vagina, and my aching prick slipped easily into her sheath, to be enveloped fondly by the hot and slick membranes. My crotch came up into the spread crack of her smooth ass, and I sighed with rapture as my shaft sank home to the hilt.
Betty was tonguing his mouth, her heavy breasts mashed into the boy's hairless chest, and she squirmed now upon the shaft I had plunged into her slippery socket. I heard her moan against Charlie's teeth, and began to stroke up into that clinging, silken hole so bubbly and frothed from its recent fucking, that searingly ravenous slit that could never get enough hard meat. She rolled her ass to me, but that one leg was across the boy's body, and every erotic movement she made surged the front mounding of her plush cunt against him, too. Then I could feel the answering thrusts of his slim body as he responded to her seeking crotch, and wondered how my wife was going to work out this blending.
Breaking the long kiss, she said, "Charlie—slid up some more; higher, darling. I'm going to do something different for you, something I just learned from my husband. Oh sweetheart, while Rich fucks me, I want to taste your adorable young prick.”
The kid's voice quivered: "B-betty—you mean go down on me—right now, with your old man watching—”
"Hush, now," she commanded, her strong hands pushing at him, sliding the narrow, tanned body into the position she wanted. His cockhead was against her cheek, and her fingers clamped into the slim cheeks of his ass.
My view was close-up, and I could see every detail over my wife's bare shoulder as she prepared to eat the boy's stiff prick. I could make out every curly hair of Charlie's crotch, every wrinkle in the sack of his balls, and my eyes traced the engorged veins along his distended shaft. Not a very big cock, I thought again, but one that never seemed to go soft, and one that Betty obviously worshipped.
She kissed his pubic hair and ran her red, wet tongue through the sparse feathering of it, tickling the tip along and around the base of his shaft. Charlie shuddered and twisted, but my wife slid her mouth up the underside of his cock and moved her hot tongue to the flexing glans, laving it, caressing it I watched intently, working my own prick slowly back and forth within the clenching sleeve of her milky pussy, grinding gently against the shapeliness of her lovely ass.
When Betty brought her lips down to cover the boy's cockhead, I emphasized with the sudden thrill that shot through him, knowing exactly what a fantastic sensation she was giving the sensitive flesh. I watched his round meat vanish into the suctioning grip of her mouth, saw my wife take another guy's prick into her lips and caress it lovingly with her frantically busy tongue. My cock throbbed within her juicy snatch and I held it quiet so I wouldn't come too soon.
There we were, one passionate woman and two horny guys, my prick shoved to the root inside her fiery cunt, and his cockhead reaching back into the velvet cupping of her throat. This is what I'd wanted, what I had subconsciously desired for many years, perhaps ever since Betty and I had been married—to share my wife's gorgeous body with another male who loved her as much as I did. It was one hell of a feeling, a keenly intense wave of lasciviousness that swept me from end to end and concentrated in my crotch.
Seeing Betty work her mouth back and forth upon the young, stiff prick, watching his balls touch her chin, her throat, seeing my wife's cheeks dip in and out as she sucked his cock hungrily—that vivid close-up shook me to my very core. Her cunt squeezed down upon my shaft, moving slowly and sensuously upon it as her mouth was moving upon the boy's rod. She was taking us both, thrilling us both, sharing the marvelous delights of her hot body with her husband and her young lover, and it was driving me crazy, it was so damned good.
My tongue had been in there where Charlie's cock was now; my tongue had curled and slid over hers, which was now caressing his spongy glans and pressing into his slot. She had sucked upon my tongue as she was sucking on his prick, and as I thrust into the slippery clasp of her blazing cunt, I realized that the vaginal walls that were swing around my prick had been bathed with the boy's thick, creamy semen. His inner juices had been mixed with her own flowing love oils, and the blended lubricants were now oiling my shaft, making it better for me.
"Betty, Betty!" the lad gasped. "Oh please-I can't stand it any more. Don't do that with your tongue—oohh! Oh wow—let go, Betty; if you don't, I might shoot off in your mouth.”
Her only answer was a heartfelt moan, and ray wife sucked harder on his prick, pulling and tugging as her fingers dug into the cheeks of his smooth ass to keep him from getting away from her. She gobbled that hard meat furiously, and her ass swung against my pelvis in short, greedy arcs.
I said, "That's what she wants, kid. She wants you to come in her mouth. Go ahead, Charlie—let it go, son; pump it far back into her throat!”
Betty's snatch was whirling around "my surging prick now, heaving and palpitating and fluttering the way it always did when she was on the verge of orgasm, so I stroked it to her, burying my cockhead deep, trying to slam it up against the spongy cushion of her womb and grinding my balls up against her quivering labia. But I never took my eyes from her mouth as it drew avidly at the boy's cock.
"Uhhh!” he groaned, catching her hair in his hands and humping into her face, his furry balls swinging. He was coming, and I was fascinated by the look of rapture that spread across my wife's face as the boy's hot semen gushed into her mouth. Her throat convulsed when she swallowed the slippery fluid, and she sucked for more, making wet noises around his pumping glans.
My own prick throbbed insanely, and I dug my fingers into the tender flesh of her trim hips as the ejaculation burst forth. Betty's cunt undulated wildly around my spitting prick, and my semen spurted boiling into it, thick and greasy and strong as the creamy stuff the boy was jetting into her eager throat. We fired our powerful juices into my wife together, Charlie flooding her mouth while I drenched her sizzling cunt.
Locked together in a pervading and mutual ecstasy, we shivered and clung, melting and becoming one multifaceted individual rather than three separate entities. It was a strange, transcendental feeling that lasted for a very long time, only slowly diminishing as the ebbing of immediate passions took place.
I came back from a trip around some far sun, my prick going only a little soft as I drew it lingeringly from the dripping hold of my wife's saturated pussy and trailed the cockhead down the silken roundness of her sleek thigh, marking it with a narrow path of semen, as Charlie had traced it earlier, live and sticky.
Rolling over onto my back, I drew deep and steadying breaths, luxuriating in the feeling of complete gratification, reveling in the voluptuous pleasures we had shared. I felt younger, stronger, than I ever had before, even as a youth, and in one corner of my drowsy mind, I realized that this was only the beginning of a magically wanton relationship. My wife and I and her lover—a trio of swingers who could, and would, ball in many different ways now that it had become possible to indulge our innermost, secret fantasies.
It was hot and juicy flesh, but it was also more than that; what we were beginning was also a thing of the spirit, a gladness of the inner self that was radiant in its freedom. Now there were dizzying heights for us to climb together, lascivious depths we could plumb, and endless variety of sensual experiments open for sampling.
Out of the comer of my eyes, I watched Charlie slide his young prick from my wife's lips, and saw that she had drained the last drop of semen from the head; the blunt point was dry now. The boy sagged to one side, and Betty snuggled her face into his smooth belly to rest. There could be no such thing as jealousy between us, I thought, for that emotion was selfish, envious, and how could any of us be so possessive when the giving was good as the getting? I enjoyed what my wife relished; I identified with the boy as he reached his tremulous climaxes with her, either heaving into her glorious snatch or spurting into her tugging mouth. Her orgasms were also mine, and my coming was a part of her. When Charlie got his nuts off with my wife, it was just about the same as me getting mine.
I don't know how long we lay there, quietly relaxed and thinking our own thoughts, but sometime later Betty was the first to break the comfortable silence when she said softly: "I never thought I could be so happy, so complete.”
Putting my hand upon her shoulder, I said, "That's how I feel, too. Charlie—how about you? Did you get over your nervousness?”
The boy stirred and moved away from Betty, stretching out on his back, and I noticed that his tireless shaft was only at half mast. Mine was a shrunken nub, but I didn't worry about its limpness any more, knowing now that I could be aroused quickly by my wife's new sexiness.
Charlie said thoughtfully, "Man, I never even dreamed it could be like this. I mean, making it with a married woman at the same time her old man lays her. I guess I'm closer to you than I was to my own dad, Mr. Barnett—Rich. I was real scared at first, but when Betty started kissing my cock and you slipped it to her pussy from behind-well, I was ready for it all, then.”
"And you're not jealous of me?" I asked.
"No way," he responded. "If you want me to fuck your wife, how can I be jealous of you fucking her, too? Like you said before, I'm real thankful for the chance. Betty is the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and I've been horny for her for a couple of years now, but until she came on strong the other day, I never had the guts to even touch her tits. I'd stare at them and wish, and watch the wiggly way she walks and wish, and then I'd have to go home and jack off while I pretended that she was letting me get in between her beautiful legs. I've had wet dreams about her at night, and because I needed to fuck her so much, I was even eying my kid sister as a substitute and looking at my mom, comparing her to Betty.”
Betty murmured, "You poor kid, torturing yourself so much. I only wish that I had seduced you sooner. But we can make up for all the time we missed, now that Rich is with us and for us.”
I thought about the kid sweating out his little sister and sneaking a look at his mother's tits when he could, and I didn't blame him a bit. Carolyn Jessup is the neighbor woman I mentioned before, the woman who had me interested before I found that my own wife was being screwed by this stiff-dicked young boy. She's tall and slinky, about five years younger than Betty, with a wealth of long, golden hair that swings down her back when she's not working on the ranch, its bright pendulum calling attention to the slim modeling of her shapely ass. She had these long, supple legs, and breasts that were small, but that stood high and proud. The only thing, Carolyn had always been sort of stand-offish and cool.
Then my wife rolled over and kissed me; her lips were still a little sticky, but I didn't give a damn. I kissed her back hard, letting her know how much she had turned me on, trying to show her how much I cared for her. Her fine, heavy breasts pushed their thick nipples against my chest, and I felt the damp caress of her thickly haired mound maneuvering around my limp cock. Betty was hotter than ever, her sultry body ready for more of the exotic sex we had experienced. Our tongues met wetly, warmly, and mine replaced the thicker, rounder meat that had so recently been inside her mouth.
But I drew back regretfully, to look over my wife's shoulder at the boy lying beside us on the big bed. Charlie was watching us closely, that priceless shaft of his beginning to climb erect once more, its knob burnished by the loving gotten from Betty's lips. I said to her, "We ought to do something about Charlie, maybe call his mother and see if he can stay overnight. What kind of excuse can we make?”
Betty propped herself on one elbow. "Let's see, now—you're supposed to be in town until late. Suppose you had a breakdown, and have to stay over at the motel until you can pick up the truck tomorrow? That should do it; Carolyn knows I'm a little spooky about staying alone.”
"Wow," Charlie breathed, "all night long.”
I grinned at the young stud. "I probably will have a breakdown, but it's going to be a hell of a lot of fun working up to it.”
We watched our lovely, sensuous and mutual piece of ass walk sway-hipped across the room to pick up the phone.