Chapter 3
Steve White and his wife Mindy arrived just as the party was getting underway. Ed Simmons and his wife greeted them at the door, and after a few words Ed pressed a drink in his hand and led him into the living room, while Dale had Mindy in tow.
Ed introduced him to the other couples. Fred North shook his hand heartily, while Carol North gave him a look which made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Steve wasn't sure just what the look had been; perhaps, although he might have been mistaken, she was sizing him up as a possible lover. He decided that he would try to get to know Carol North a little better.
But he discovered that the other women, Nancy Johnson and Sharon Lawrence, looked at him in the same manner. He didn't think that they could all be ripe for an affair, but it was still discomforting. Steve was sure he was misinterpreting their looks.
Peter Lawrence had the amiable manner of a man who was a success and knew it, but Steve thought that Barry Johnson was a shade vulgar. However, the group as a whole was very friendly.
Everyone else seemed to know each other well. Steve, of course, knew only Ed Simmons and his wife, and not intimately, but that was to be expected, having moved to Wallston only two months before, after accepting a job as an editor with a men's magazine. He was a rather junior editor, but he assumed that he would move up.
After the introductions were completed Steve walked to the bar to get another drink and decide what to do next. He always felt a little shy about mingling with strangers, but then, that was the purpose of the party. "I'm having a few friends over for a cocktail party," Ed had told him earlier in the week. "Would you like to come? No place to make friends in a new neighborhood like a cocktail party."
Steve and Mindy had agreed, of course, and here they were. But as for Steve, he was attending less to meet new friends than to get a better look at Dale Simmons. It would be horribly gauche to put the make on his host's wife, but yet he thought that he could detect an invitation from the other women. If he had not gotten to know Ed so well in the last few months he would have had no hesitation about propositioning his wife.
Now he looked for Dale. She was still with Mindy, chatting, and now they were joined by Ed. Was he mistaken, or did Ed have a lover's look in his eye when he spoke to Mindy? Well, it was possible; besides affording an opportunity to meet people, a cocktail party was always a place to flirt harmlessly with other men's wives. Steve looked around the zoom to see which woman he could talk to. Maybe Carol North. She wasn't exactly pretty, but she had given him that look when he met her. Or there was Sharon, or possibly Nancy. Any of them would do, he supposed.
But he was forestalled by Fred, who had just come up to get another drink. "Come join Peter and I," Fred said. "You interested in baseball? We were just discussing the all-star game."
Steve followed Fred back and dutifully analyzed each team's prospects, but his mind was still on Dale. She was still talking with Mindy, while Ed put in a word or two, and now they were joined by Barry. Steve thought that he would like to go over there, but it was hard to think of an excuse to get away from Peter and Fred.
For the next hour Steve continued to watch Dale, thrilling every time she turned so that he could see the profile of. her breasts and the outline of her nipples which pushed, through her blouse. The more he looked the more sure the was that he would do almost anything to be able to get his hands on those tits, not to mention the rest of her delectable body. But he couldn't think of a way to go about it, especially since it seemed that he would never get a chance to be alone with her.
"You looking at Dale Simmons?" Fred asked.
Steve realized that he had been staring, and he turned back to Fred and Peter, his face growing hot: "Why yes, I was, as a matter of fact. She's a very attractive woman, you know."
"One hell of a piece of ass is what you really mean, right?" Fred laughed, and Steve could barely stammer an agreement. Fred continued, "Don't be ashamed about looking at her. We all do."
Steve was relieved that the matter had been taken so lightly, but he told himself to be less obvious in the future. He didn't want to get a reputation for leering at other men's wives.
Fred went to the bar to get another drink, and it seemed that he had signaled to Ed when he passed where he was sitting. Ed stood up and followed Fred, and the two talked for a moment. Then Ed began to walk to where Steve was sitting, and Peter quickly stood up. "I need another drink, too," Peter said, and now Steve was alone while Dale's husband approached.
"Now I've made an ass of myself," Steve thought, and Ed's going to tell me to keep my eyes and every-thing else off his wife. Steve thought that he should leave the party now before the word got around and everyone laughed at him. But now Ed was facing him.
"So, Steve, I understand you've been staring at Dale. How would you like to fuck her?"
"How would I like to what?" Steve had expected something quite different.
"How would you like to fuck her? You may, it you like. Of course, I have an ulterior motive: I'd like to fuck Mindy."
"Are you joking?"
"No, I'm dead serious. And don't worry about Mindy. Or Dale, for that matter. We discussed it a little while ago and they all agreed, but we weren't sure how you'd take to the idea. Mindy said she thought you'd like it, but we weren't positive until Fred said that you'd been staring at Dale. So, agreed?"
Steve found himself unable to speak for a few moments. He wanted to fuck Dale, and it was okay if Mindy wanted to fuck Ed, but the casualness of it was what bothered him. He had never thought that wife-swapping would be conducted like that: a few words of agreement and then the jump into bed. And what would the others think?
"Don't worry about them," Ed said. "You and Dale can slip away, and when you two return I'll go off with Mindy. Of course, we could wait until every-one else has left, but to be honest, Dale's getting pretty horny just thinking about fucking you. She wants to do it right now."
Steve had to think about it. He gulped down his drink without realizing he was drinking it, and his hands shook. He wanted to fuck Dale now; he wanted to fuck her so badly that he would almost do it on the floor in the middle of the room. But that only happened in fantasies. In fact, the whole situation only occurred in fantasies.
"Well, what' do 'you say, Steven?" It was Dale's voice. She was standing beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm.
Steve looked down at her and she let her breasts brush his sleeve. His knees felt weak, his hands trembled. "Let's do it now," he said.
"I hope we'll both enjoy this," Dale said when the bedroom door had closed behind them. She put her arms around his neck and looked up with longing in her eyes. "Are you nervous?" she asked.
"Yes," Steve admitted.
"Well, don't be." She lifted her lips and Steve lowered his head to meet them. At first their lips just touched, and then he felt her lips part. He gushed his tongue through into her warm moist :mouth and touched the tip of her tongue. She forced it against his, and then they began to probe each other's mouth with quick jabs and thrusts.
Steve could hear her breathing harder and he felt her breasts mashed against his chest. Then she pushed her thigh through his and made contact with his cock. He returned the pressure, rubbing his thigh against her cunt through her skirt. She broke his hold and stepped back.
"Let's not rush this," she said. "There's plenty of time. Come, sit on the bed and let me put my head in your lap."
Steve sat on the edge of the double bed and Dale stretched out on her back, her hair flowing over his legs, her feet dangling over the end of the bed. She let her shoes fall onto the floor.
His hand rested on her stomach, just below her tits. He knew from kissing her, when his hands had roamed her back, that she wore no bra, and now he realized that her breasts were just inches from him, separated from his hands by only the thin fabric of the blouse.
Dale seemed to know, what he was thinking. "Go ahead and touch them," she said softly. "I'd like that."
Steve moved his hands slowly. He Celt the swell of the underside of one breast and let his hand rest there for a moment. Then he let his forefinger brush over the nipple and felt it erect and hard under his caress.
"Umm, I like that," she said. "You don't grab and squeeze the way some men do."
"You don't like being pawed, is that it?"
Dale cocked her head to one side. "I don't mind a healthy squeeze on my tits now and then, but it's so much nicer when they're rubbed and fondled very lightly. Makes me feel more like a woman than a sex machine. Of course," she added quickly, "being a sex machine is nice sometimes, too."
Steve continued to fondle her breasts, first one, then the other. Dale brought up her hand and let the back of it rest against his cock.
She asked, while rubbing her hand gently across his fly, "What do you like? Should I grab your cock and squeeze, or is it better just like this?"
Steve waited before replying. As a teenager and a novice at sex, he had fallen in love with any girl who would fondle his prick in any manner whatsoever. He had decided to marry his wife because she was the first girl he had met who would not only handle his cock, but would also kiss it and take it into her mouth. What was" even better was that he had been her first lover, and that the sucking on his cock had become highly enjoyable for her, although she had been repulsed at first. But as for analyzing what type of fondling seemed best, he had to admit that he didn't know. He said that.
Dale smiled knowingly. "In that case, we'll have to find out. And how about sucking? How do you like that done?"
Once again Steve had to admit that he didn't know. "I wasn't aware of any special ways to do it," he said.
"Oh, but there are so many different ways, almost too many to mention. I could concentrate on the tip of your prick with my tongue, or else lick it more underneath. I could suck it all the way in and out, using mostly my lips. I could make your cock rub against the inside of my cheek or the roof of my mouth or the flat of my tongue. There are all kinds of ways!"
"I thought sucking was sucking," Steve said, but he was beginning to feel ignorant. And more, he had never had such a frank discussion of sex with a woman. He and his wife talked about it, but it was always in clinical terms. This talk with Dale was like when he had first learned about sex from his friends in their clubhouse. However, it was much more advanced. And exciting, as well.
"Tell me," Dale said, interrupting his thoughts, "does Mindy suck you?"
"Why yes, most of the time."
"Does she like it?"
"I think so. In fact, she's told me that she does."
"Good," Dale said, and she seemed relieved. "And do you come in her mouth?"
Steve was startled. "Why no. She's never offered to and I never asked her. In fact, we've never thought of it."
Dale shook her head. "That will never do," she said. "I can see that we'll have to give you and Mindy a quick sex lesson. But would you like it if a woman sucked you off and made you come like that?"
"I imagine so, yes. But what is this, some kind of a quiz?"
"Sort of," Dale replied. "You see, Ed and I were hoping that you and Mindy might want to make a regular thing of this. That is, if you two would like that. But first we have to make sure that you two are good in bed. No offense to you two, of course, but we wouldn't want two prudes, or else people that just were absolutely no good at fucking."
"I think I'm beginning to get the idea," Steve said. "You mean that you and Ed would like to swap with Mindy and me, like once a week, perhaps."
"Yes, something like that. But enough for now. Kiss me again, and you may unbutton my blouse, if you like."
Steve bent his head and touched her lips, and immediately Dale's tongue was inside his mouth, swirling around his own tongue, darting between his lips and teeth, and then withdrawing back into her mouth, enticing him to follow.
His hand still rested on her tit, and he remembered finally about unbuttoning the blouse. He did it slowly, one button at a time, starting from the top. There were five buttons, and when the last was done he pulled her blouse out from the waistband of the skirt and spread it open. Still kissing her, he looked sideways at her exposed breasts.
With her lying on her back, the tits did not seem as large as they did when she was standing. But they were still full and ample. Her body was tanned, but the flesh became white over the roundness of the underside of the tits. On top, the line of white was a diagonal from the cut of her bathing suit; the tan came almost to the pink ring of flesh around her nipple. Erect nipples stood in the center of that pink, and now he covered them with his hand, pinching the nipple between two fingers. The flesh was cool and smooth.
Dale lifted her torso, forcing his hand harder against her tit, and he gave it a light squeeze. Then he eased up and moved his hand lightly back and forth, letting only the nipple come in contact with his fingers, which were tightly together, forming ridges for the nipple to touch. He had learned that a long time ago, in the back seat of his car, and then it had driven girls crazy. Dale seemed to be enjoying it. Her breathing was becoming heavy, and from time to time, while they kissed and he caressed the nipple, he could hear satisifed noises from deep in her throat.
He switched nipples now, and Dale turned over the hand that rested on his cock. She moved it gently up and down, and Steve wished that his trousers were not in the way. She removed that obstacle quickly, however; his fly was unzipped and her hand was inside his shorts almost before he realized it.
Dale stopped kissing for a moment. "I can't hold your cock the way I'd like to," she said. "Take your shoes off and lie back."
She sat up to let him untie the shoes and kick them off, and then she practically lunged at him, throwing him back while she climbed onto his chest and her hand slipped down into his pants once more.
He found it difficult to continue caressing her tits, so he slipped his hand down to her knee, squeezed the flesh just above it, and moved upward. His eyes were closed as she kissed him and her hair flowed over his face, but he could feel as his hands crept under the skirt and continued up the smooth thigh. In a moment he touched her panties at the crotch, and found them to be soaking in the juice from her cunt. He rubbed the cunt up and down a few times while Dale moaned quietly, and then he moved up, touching the top of the panties, lifting the elastic, probing one finger underneath.
Her hand was still active inside his pants. Her nimble fingers ran up and down his prick, on top, underneath, on one side and then the other. Her fingertips touched his balls and the innermost part of his thighs; then she cupped his balls and let her ringers touch behind them, almost to the crack of his ass. He squirmed and fought hard to maintain control.
Dale rolled off him for a moment. "Do you think our clothes are getting in the way?" she asked in mock innocence.
Steve found it hard to refrain from leering while he said, "Yes, definitely."
"Do you think that we should take them off then?" Once again her voice was that of a sweet innocent.
"I think that would be a good idea," Steve re-plied.
"Good!" Dale, almost shouted, and in an instant ;he was on her feet: The blouse flew across the room; in one motion the skirt and panties were around her ankles. She stepped out of them.
Steve thought that he had never seen such beauty. Her breasts, standing proudly, were naked perfection. Her waist, hips, and thighs were smooth curves. But most startling was her shaved pussy, smooth flesh with a moist slit that glistened in the Light from the bedroom lamp.
"Do you like it?" she asked, and she twirled to give him a glimpse of the rounded globes of her ass.
"It's incredible," he breathed, barely able to get gut the words. "I've never seen anything like that, except on girl babies, of course, and they don't count. I never knew that women shaved there."
Dale laughed lightly. "Most women don't, but I thought that it might be nice to try. And it's very cool in the summertime; makes me feel very free. Do you think it makes me look sexier?"
"I would have thought that nothing could improve on a body like yours, but I must admit that it's striking. But wait. Let me take my clothes off and then I'll have a better look.
Dale grinned. "I was going to ask if you liked eating, but I guess I shouldn't have worried. Do you eat Mindy?"
"Naturally," he said as he began to take off his shirt and undershirt, and it was true. That had been one more reason that he had married Mindy: the first time he had tried eating her cunt she had come in a few seconds, and with an intensity that had astonished him. And when he had started fucking her just afterwards, she had come twice more in the space of several minutes. They had set the wedding date that night.
"Does she like it when you eat her?" Dale went on.
"She probably likes it more than anything else, except actually fucking. Sometimes 'l think that it's a toss-up between the two."
"That's just fine. But one more thing. ..." Dale paused.
Steve, his trousers now draped across a chair, had been bending down to remove his socks. He stopped and looked up at her.
Dale asked, "Do you think that she'd like eating a woman's cunt? Mine, for instance? And would she like me to eat her?"
Steve sat up straight. "What is this, anyway? Next you'll ask if I'd like to suck your husband's cock."
Dale shook her head. "Don't worry. I'm sure that Ed wouldn't think much of that idea either. But what about Mindy? Has she ever said that the idea disgusts her? Even if she's never tried it, as long as she's willing to give it a go it'll be okay. And once she does it I'm sure she'll find it enjoyable. I know that I did."
Steve waited before replying. "She's never said anything against it, and now that you mention it, it reminds me of something she said a few weeks ago. I brought home some pictures of a set we're using in the magazine next month, and she said that the model -- really a beautiful woman -- looked as if she'd be great in bed, for either a man or a woman. Well, I'd heard that the model was a lesbian, and I said so, and Mindy said that, she could understand what women saw in her. Say, you don't think my wife might be a latent lesbian, do you?"
Dale just s smiled. "I doubt it, if that's the only sign she's ever given of it. And look at me. While I enjoy the taste of a good cunt, I like the taste of a hard cock a lot more. And there's no way to duplicate the feel of a cock inside my pussy, except with a dildo, and a real cock is so much better. So don't worry. And if I ask Mindy and she agrees to make it with me, it won't mean anything. She'll probably become a better lay because of it."
Steve stood by the side of the bed and Dale fell to her knees in front of him. She took his cock in both hands and pulled the skin back off the head of it. With half-closed eyes she leaned forward and touched the prick to her lips. Her tongue darted out, circled the tip before withdrawing back into her mouth, and then her lips parted. Slowly, very slowly, she let the cock enter her mouth without allowing it to touch any part of her tongue or lips.
Steve, watching his cock disappear inside her mouth, fought to keep from coming before the proper time. He watched as his cock sank in without touching, and he longed for her lips to close so that he could feel the wet warmth of her mouth. But even so, he could still feel her warm breath.
"You like that?" Dale asked. Steve nodded. "Want me to do some more?" Steve nodded once again. "Do you want me to suck on it?"
"Yes!" Steve shouted, not caring who could hear his voice. "Start sucking before I climb the walls!"
Dale looked up at him and laughed. "That's what I'm trying to make you do. But don't worry. You'll have a chance to do the same to me."
She continued to play with his cock, teasing him, not letting his prick feel the total wetness and warmth of her mouth. Steve, no longer able to control himself, grabbed her head in both hands and forced his cock to sink inside all the way. Immediately she closed her mouth and began to suck.
Steve moved her head back and forth and Dale seemed to be letting him do it. He could feel her tongue running over, under and around his cock in-side her mouth, and he could watch as well as feel her lips as they moved over the slick flesh of his shaft. She sucked very hard every time he moved her head away and he could feel the suction too.
His cock felt bigger with each stroke, and now, when her mouth was at the tip, he could see that the head of his cock was bulging and a deep purple. It was quickly hidden from view as her lips traveled down and the prick was absorbed into her mouth once more.
Steve did not want to come just yet, but he knew that if she continued sucking for just a few seconds longer he would have no choice. If he were going to put a stop to it, it would have to be now.
An instant later it was too late. He felt his body gripped by the mounting orgasm, he shut his eyes tightly, and shoved his cock in her mouth as deeply as he could make it go. He felt her tongue, still moving quickly over, under, and around his cock, and then the first burst of come shot from his cock into her mouth. Dale began to suck harder and more furiously as the come poured out, and Steve felt the room spinning and thought he would collapse. There was a final jet of come shot from his prick into Dale's mouth. Then it was over.
Dale sucked on his cock once more, then let it slide out as he stepped backwards and sank down onto the bed. His eyes were still closed and his body as exhausted as at the end of a mile run. His breath was coming in pants.
"I take it you liked it," Dale was saying as he opened his eyes and saw her looking down at him. A trickle of come was running down her chin and she wiped it off with the back of her hand, which she then licked.
"Wow!" Steve said after he had gotten back his breath. 'That was ... that was ... just incredible!"
"See what you've been missing all these years?" Dale bent down and kissed his prick. "Why don't you relax for a few minutes? You smoke, don't you? Have a cigarette."
Steve reached for his cigarettes in his shirt with weak hands.
"It's your turn to do it to me," Dale said when Steve had finished his cigarette and had crushed it out in the ashtray. He felt stronger now, but he was sure it would take at least a day to recover from the tremendous blowjob he had just received.
Rolling over to face her, Steve said, "You asked me what I liked, and you seem to have discovered it. So what about you?"
"First, in case you were wondering, the underside of your prick, just beneath the tip, seems to be the most sensitive. I could feel your prick jumping inside my mouth every time I licked there. And as for my-self, I like it best if you touch or lick the right side of my clit. There and right at the opening of my box, along both sides, the front and the back. But actually, almost anyplace feels good -- those spots make me quiver, though."
"Good enough, I'll do it there," Steve said, and he went to work. He did not move to her cunt at first, although he longed to lick and taste it; instead he made her lie back, her arms stretched out, her legs parted. He leaned down and flicked his tongue at one of her nipples.
Steve had the feeling that it was a sort of test: if he passed it he would fuck Dale again, perhaps many times, but if he didn't prove that he was a good lover he might never get another chance. He wanted to make sure that he drove her wild.
The lessons learned in the back seat of his car would serve him well now. He remembered one girl who wouldn't let him fuck her, but who had no objection to letting him strip her and kiss her all over, provided he kept his clothes on. Sandi had been her name, he recalled, and he smiled when he thought of how, after just ten minutes of his licks and nibbles, she had begged him to fuck. He had never got-ten a chance to, however, because just at that instant a police car had driven up and they had both narrowly avoided being arrested. She refused to go out with him after that.
But now, with Dale, there was no chance of the police arriving. He thought briefly of the other people in the living room, but he knew that Dale's husband was ensuring that they were left alone. Now he just had to duplicate his feat, and then Dale would be willing to fuck whenever he wanted.
The nipple had grown more erect and rigid under his tongue, and he moved to the other tit slowly, letting his tongue dangle down into the valley between the breasts. He circled the nipple once, almost touched it with his tongue, but reconsidered. Moving his tongue in widening circles, he licked around the nipple and all over the breast.
He could hear Dale's breath coming harder and faster and knew that he was almost in control. His confidence gained, and he moved from the breast to her arm. Up and down he licked, pausing to titillate the inside of her elbow, and then quickly he licked up to her breast and popped the nipple into his mouth.
He held it between his lips while his tongue flicked at the tip, faster and faster. He sucked it in and let it out, still maintaining the flicking with his tongue, and now he brought his hands into play.
He started at her hip and let his fingers trail gently and slowly up her side. He brought it over her other breast and drew little circles on her skin and then moved up to her neck, at the junction with her shoulders, where he drew more circles, and finally up to her ear, where he fondled the lobe.
He could feel her body squirming now and began to lick lower. He placed the other hand on the other side of her neck, and as he moved his head and licking tongue downward he let his hands fall to her breasts.
At her belly button he paused. The waiting cunt was only inches away, but he forced himself to continue to move slowly to make her wait for the feel of his tongue on her pussy. He darted his tongue in and out of her button and was gratified when she pushed it up against his face.
Lower now. Over the flatness of her belly. It was still tanned here, but the line of white untanned skin was only half an inch away. Now he crossed that boundary, and the flesh seemed still smoother. He licked lower. He could smell the aroma of her cunt and he longed to mash his lips against it and inhale the aroma full strength, but he still managed to hold back. Slowly, ever more slowly now, he moved closer.
Almost to the top of the slit of her cunt, he stopped and planted a wet kiss. Suddenly, Dale raised her hips, apparently hoping to force his cunt against him, but he was too quick. He pulled away just in time and looked at her cunt, poised in midair, lifted off the bed. He knew now that he was in complete control.
"Why don't you relax a little, Dale?" he said, enjoying it thoroughly. "You're acting as if you're very tense."
"Of course I'm tense," she said between breaths. "Would you please start eating me?"
From her voice Steve knew that she was at his mercy, and he decided to tease her a little more. After saying, "We don't want to rush things," he started to kiss the inside of her thighs, starting near her cunt, progressing to the knee, and then back again. Now the other leg, the same way. His hands had slipped from her breasts to her belly, and now he moved them around under her ass, lifting it.
As he approached her pussy once more he felt his cock begin to stir. He had thought that he had nothing left after her sucking, but he was recuperating faster than he had thought possible. He now looked forward to fucking her after he made her come while he ate her.
Finished with the thigh, he now held his head directly above her cunt. He had never looked at a cunt this closely before; hair had always hidden everything except for the slit of the pussy itself. Now he could see the swell of the cunt lips below the rise of her mound, and the tip of her clit as it peeped out from between the fold of the lips. He lowered his head and touched the clit with the very tip of his tongue.
Dale responded instantly. She lifted her cunt even higher, straining to bring it into full contact with his mouth, but once again he pulled back. He slapped her raised ass sharply.
"None of that, now. You're supposed to relax," he said, intentionally making his voice as mocking as possible. "I want ,to have you screaming for mercy before I'm finished."
"You're a sadist," Dale said breathlessly. "Okay, I'm screaming for mercy! Please, please, start eating me or fucking me or something!"
But Steve wanted to wait just a little while longer. He flicked his tongue over her clit once more and then licked over the lips, circling her cunt and lap-ping up the juice which was trickling out and down between her legs. He liked the taste of it, and now decided that it was time to get more.
Spreading her legs wider with one hand, with the other he lifted her ass. The lips of her cunt had spread too, and he could see the wet pink flesh in-side. Quickly he sank his tongue into the hole of her pussy, making her arch her back and gasp, and he scooped out a load of juice, which he swallowed.
The time for fooling and teasing was over now, and he began to eat her in earnest. First the rim of her cunt, just inside the lips, and then up to her clit, swollen, hard, and pink. He fastened his lips around it gently and flicked at it with his tongue as he had done to her nipples. Her breath was coming in gasps now, and she seemed to be straining to lift her cunt even higher.
Now it was time to work where she had said she liked it best. He released the clit from his lips and began to run his tongue in circles around it, wriggling and flicking his tongue over the right side, then encircling it quickly, coming back for more concentrated effort on the spot she loved.
His hand was active too, moving around the out-side of her hole, occasionally probing inside to bring out a fresh load of juice to lubricate it.
He could tell that she was just on the brink. Her gasping was irregular and strained, her hips jerked out of control. Suddenly she shrieked, once, twice, and he mashed his face against her pussy, licking the full length of her cunt as hard and as fast as he could, while her hips bucked wildly and her hands fell on his back and gripped, scratching him with her nails, and she cried out again. He had one more trick, and now he jabbed his thumb into her cunt, moving it furiously inside, feeling the smoothness and wetness of the inside of her cunt, while her whole body heaved upward and she screamed like a woman tortured.
Then she was still.
Steve felt her body go limp and he lifted his head from her cunt. Dale was completely relaxed, her arms thrown out to her sides, her legs still spread wide. Her head was tilted onto her shoulder and a few strands of hair'* re in her mouth.
For a panic-stricken moment Steve thought that she had died of a heart seizure, but then he was reassured by the steady rise and fall of her breasts. A moment later her eyelids fluttered and she rolled her head from her shoulder.
"What ... what happened? Did I pass out?" she asked, her voice just a whisper.
"I think so. You gave me a scare for a moment."
"And you gave me ... it was tremendous! Oh, you wonderful, wonderful cunt eater! You wonderful, wonderful man!" She sprung up to a sitting position and kissed him warmly. 'I've never felt any-thing like that!" she exclaimed.
Her arm dropped and brushed against his prick, now fully erect. She looked at him questioningly. "Do you want to fuck now?" Steve asked.
Dale sighed. "I'd love to, but I don't think we have the strength. I don't, anyway."
"How about later, after the party?"
"That'll be perfect. But maybe now we should get dressed and go outside."
Steve agreed. They dressed quickly, and, after a lingering kiss standing by the door, they walked back to the living room.
No one seemed to have missed them. There were no strange looks, no questioning glances. Steve went to get two drinks and saw, at a sign from Dale, his wife Mindy and Dale's husband Ed rise and go to the bedroom.