Chapter 4
Ever since that fateful afternoon in the stable, Glenda wasn't herself. She was tired and bored, but she no longer had the energy, nor the desire to cure her ennui with activity.
Instead, she sat around the house all day, watching the big color television set in the den, or skimming through a magazine. She didn't dress, so she wore only a robe and slippers.
Her appetite dwindled away, and she slept poorly. Phil began to worry. He spoke on the telephone to Dr. Marsden.
"Take her away, my boy!" was the doctor's advice. "She needs a rest, a vacation. Try somewhere warm, and sunny if you can. It'll lift her spirits. Clear that depression. Go and enjoy it!"
Phil decided that Marsden was right. He went to a travel agent, and without telling his wife, purchased two first-class tickets to Florida. They had good friends there, and it would be a nice change of pace. He booked them a room in an exclusive hotel.
That night, he presented his little surprise to Glenda.
"Look honey, ", he said, handing her an envelope. Glenda opened it, and saw the tickets inside. She was moved by the gift, and said so.--
"Thank you darling! Palm Springs!"
"And a classy hotel"
"How sweet!"
"I thought, too that while we're there, we could see Dirk and Jill, since they live there now."
"What a nice idea!"
"You're pleased then?"
"Very!"
"Good, I just want you to feel better."
"Oh Phil, I know, this trip will help!" cried
Glenda. She was overcome with guilt. Her husband was so good, so concerned, what would he do, how would he treat her if he knew what she had been up to? She promised God that she would be a good wife from now on, that she would give up her disgusting passions.
"Phil!"
"Honey?"
"Let's make love!" He was a little surprised, for her sexual appetite too had waned, but he was glad to see her look so lively. It was the first time in weeks that she smiled.
He pulled her close to him, and started to fondle her tits. By now, her wounds had healed, and so when he opened her robe, she offered no resistance.
Phil started touching her in his slow, familiar way. She was limp in his arms at first, but it had been a long time since she had had sex, or even masturbated, so she found herself responding to him and his caress, even if it was less than true pass. He had tossed the robe aside now, and was taking off his own clothes. Glenda reached for his dick, and it grew hard in her palm. He grunted, still fondling her tits, and moved his mouth to the red nipples. She ran his fingers through his hair as she felt him tug at her tits as if he were a baby. In some ways, he really was a baby, sweet, trusting, ; innocent, naive. She cradled his head, and closed her eyes.
Then, with the same restrained passion, he mounted her. Her pussy was damp from his caresses, and he had no trouble siding all the way in. In and out, in and out, a steady, pleasant, if unexciting, fuck. His ardor rose, and he held her tighter, pushing and shoving, always using the same careful restraint. "Oooh, " he gasped, and then, he came, a soft, gentle, un-momentous come. Glenda closed her eyes. A lifetime of that, those same dull, boring fucks, that had the sparkle and taste of soda that is weeks old, and his been left uncovered. She sighed, waiting for the inevitable, "Was it good for you?" It came, with the regularity of the sunrise at dawn, or summer after spring. Glenda just smiled, an enigmatic, Mona Lisa smile. Phil didn't pursue it; but then, he never did.
A few days later, Glenda and Phil were enjoying the hot Palm Springs weather. They were sitting on a wide, creamy beach, met at the shore line by exquisite azure water. Gulls circled lazily in the sky, and the air was hot, laden with salt, and the scent of wild, exotic flowers.
Phil was splashing about in the water, while Glenda sunned herself. Her skimpy red bikini didn't meet with Phil's approval, but she didn't care, and wore it despite him.
The sun was hot and beautiful; she felt that all the tension and anxiety of the past weeks were being melted down, and would just drain out of her. She closed her eyes. The sun was so nice.
A sudden shadow, blotting out the sun, made her open them again. Someone was standing over her. She looked up, expecting to see Phil. But it wasn't Phil.
He was young, very young, and wore his youth like a cocky badge. His tight, black bathing-suit, skimpy and brief, revealed his muscular young torso, and made the bulge that was his cock really prominent.
"Hello, ' he said, shaking his blonde curls at her. They, like his body had been long exposed to the sun: his hair was bleached pale gold, his skin was deepened to bronze.
"Hi, " was all she said.
"What's your name?"
"Glenda."
"Glenda what?"
"Glenda Norwood. Mrs. Glenda Norwood."
"Oh. I'm Tommy. Tommy Karsen." he said, a little crushed by the news that she was married, but not very.
"Nice to meet you Tommy."
"Same here!" he responded.
"Oh, here comes my husband."
"Too bad!" he-said, his eyes, bold and blue, sparkled with regret and disappointment.
"Yes, it is!", she said boldly, adding, "But don't give up, because we're not always together! Sometimes, I come here alone!"
"Like when?"
"Maybe tomorrow?"
"What time?"
"Say, five?"
"Five!"
"See you then, " Glenda waved him off as Phil approached her towel, dripping water all over the sand.
"Who was that, Glenda?"
"Just a kid asking me if I had the time." and she thought to herself "And do I ever !"
The hot sun dried Phil off in no time, and he stretched himself out in the sand next to Glenda, and began to snore very lightly.
As he slept, Glenda watched Tommy, who was not terribly far off. How vain he was, the little peacock! But he was cute, with his tanned skin and golden, angelic curls. She could see him strutting and preening, cock of the walk., before a few teen-aged girls in brightly colored bikinis. Arrogant little thing, walking up to her like that! She just might I show him a thing or two!
As the sun turned into a flaming haze of bloody red in the sky, Phil stirred, and they made their way back to the hotel room. That evening, they were invited to the house of their old friends, Dirk and Jill, for dinner.
Glenda dressed in an azure blue silk dress, that seemed, to take its color from the sky, or from the tropical sea. She piled her hair up on top of her head, and wore the heavy, milky cool pearls that Phil had bought for her, and put on her elegant, black snake skin sandals.
Dirk and Jill were friends of theirs from several years ago; a change in Dirk's job had meant a change in their location, and the couple had moved down to Florida. They lived a large, roomy house, whose terra-cotta terrace overlooked the glittering ocean.
Dinner was superb; stuffed mushrooms, shrimp scampi, rice pilaf, all washed down by ice cold, sparkling champagne. Everyone was getting a little tipsy, even the rather prudish Phil, Glenda noticed. They all took their dessert of lime ices that had been laced with blackberry brandy into the living room. Jill turned the lights down, and put on some music. Turning to her tall, blonde husband, the pert redhead said, "Dirk, darling, I want to dance!"
Dirk and Phil moved the heavy glass and chrome coffee table aside, and then Dirk turned, and took Jill into his waiting arms. They began to dance, slowly. swaying in time the music.
Phil and Glenda watched for a while, and then she turned to him, saying, "Phil, that looks like so much fun, let's dance!"
"Maybe later, honey. You know I've never liked dancing." . "Please?"
"No, Glenda."
"Spoilsport!", she said, and pouting, looked away.
Jill looked over at them, and urged he husband to dance with Glenda for a while. He willingly complied, for he had always enjoyed looking at her lovely body. Tonight, with the sun's flush painting her cheeks a rosy pink, and her dark, sparkling eyes, she made a very appealing dance partner. He held her close, smelling the sweet, musky perfume she wore.
"Your husband doesn't know what he's missing!"
"You can say that again!"
"You're quite a pretty woman, Glenda."
"Thank you, " she said, the champagne making her candid, she added, "Why don't you tell my husband that?"
"You think he doesn't know it?"'
"Well, considering he only screws me once a month, I doubt it!" she said, and pulled away. Dirk just stood there, eyebrows raised, and looked at her.
They rejoined Phil and pretty, red-haired Jill, who were sitting on the couch, engrossed in conversation. Soon, the talk turned to architecture, which was also Dirk's line of work. Both women listened politely for a while, but grew bored and started a conversation of their own. They talked of decorating their homes, films they had seen, new clothes. Jill had had some, new lingerie made by a French seamstress; why didn't they both go upstairs and have a look at it, maybe Glenda would like to have some made up, too.
They mounted the graceful, curving stairwell, and went together into the large, luxurious bedroom. Jill began taking out the silky, frilly things, one after the other, and arranging them all over the king-sized bed.
"Look at the satin sky-blue panties, Glenda! Hand made lace!"
"Oh how lovely! And this matching camisole!"
"Here's my favorite night-gown, " said Jill, holding up a floor-length black gown, trimmed in fine black lace. It had a huge slit up the side.
"It's so sexy!"
"Yes, it drives Dirk crazy!"
"I'll bet!"
"You know once, he was so excited that he simply tore my things off! Ripped them to shreds!"
"Must have been fun."
"It was!"
They kept on looking at the fine thing, made of silk and satin, lace and embroidery. There were slips, nightgowns, bras, panties, garter belts, with real silk stocking, camisoles, and robes. Soft to the touch, and vividly colored, they lay on the bed like exotic, tropical butterflies.
Glenda lifted a peach satin pair of panties up, and put them to her face. "These must look wonderful on you Jill, you have such great thighs, " Glenda said.
"Oh, they'd look just as good on you! Why don't you try some things on Glenda?"
"Could I?"
"Of course! I will too!" and Jill was already removing her clothes. .
She was naked in a flash, and Glenda could see her bright red thatch of pubic hair matched the soft red curls that streamed back from her white face. She selected a lacy pair of midnight blue underpants, and pulled them over her white, round ass. Little tufts of pubic hair peeped out of the side, making a nice contrast to the dark, shiny material. Next, she put on a black bra, that outlined the shape of her tiny, cone shaped tits. A garter belt was slipped over the whole thing, and she completed her outfit with a pair of black, fish-net stockings.
"How do I look?"
"Enchanting!" and she did, with her neat white shape molded and smoothed by the dark material. Her white smooth belly grew out of the panties it seemed, and her legs were slender, and beautifully shaped.
"Now it's your turn, Glenda!"
Glenda looked at the bright, gaudy array of colors. She shook out a peach silk bra, and matching silk slip. Tossing her own things on top of the heap of clothes, she slipped into the cool, sensual garments. The slip fit perfectly, but the bra was a bit too tight. Glenda's breasts were larger than Jill's tiny pair.
"Oh, Glenda, you have such super tits! I wish mine were big and round like yours! Mine are so boring, and dull." she said, and took Glenda's hands, "See, feel them. Aren't they boring?" But Glenda didn't think they were boring at all. They were small, but firm and tight, and the nipples were a pale, pale pink color, that grew hard as they made contact with her hands. Almost without thinking, she began to rub them, enjoying their marble-white smoothness.
"Oh Glenda!" gasped Jill, and removed her bra completely. Her hands sought the opening of the peach garment that Glenda wore, and she opened it with ease.
Glenda was not accustomed to the soft, gentle hands of a woman, but her rigid nipples told her that she liked it very much. Jill was kneading her tits with both hands, as she stroked the other woman's pale, trembling mounds.
Then, Jill took Glenda by the arm, and brought her over to the bed. She pulled off the peach slip, and slid her hands down to find the moist, sticky cunt.
She opened the lips with one hand, while the other toyed with the stiffening clit. It felt so good to be doing this, rubbing the hot nub and making her cunt wet. Glenda leaned back on the bed, her whole body convulsed by spasmodic quivering.
Jill rubbed gently at first, and then harder, as she saw the whole cunt grow swollen and wet with desire. She inserted a long thin finger in, and kept on her rapid flicking of the bright red clitoris.
The moisture grew, and she slipped in another finger, and another. Glenda was moaning and sighing. She began to beg, "Lick me, please, lick my pussy!"
Jill was only too glad to do her bidding. Positioning herself so that her hands could reach Glenda's tits, and pull on the excited nipples, her tongue and teeth were busy nibbling, licking and biting the hot, juicy cunt.
She chewed harder, taking the exposed clit between her front teeth, and gnawed way at it. Glenda's sighs grew louder and louder, as she waited and strained towards the joyful climax that was only seconds away.
Her body turned and writhed, her hands were clenched tightly on a pillow. Her passion mounted, and soon her orgasm, came like fat summer grapes burst against a thirsty palate. She whined and groaned, "Oh, God, oh God, oh God!" as she body jerked wildly.
When she next opened her eyes, she saw Jill's pretty face up near her own. She kissed the woman's mouth deeply, getting the pungent taste of her own sweet cunt played back to her from Jill's lips and tongue.
Their tongue engaged in elegant warfare, darting here and there, exploring gums, and teeth and roofs of mouths. Glenda grew hot all over again.
"Would you like to do me?" Jill asked shyly, and Glenda nodded. She was unfamiliar with a woman's body, but she fumblingly unhooked Jill's garters and peeled the stockings down over her shapely legs. The garter belt itself was unhooked, and tossed away, and then, she was peeling off the sexy little panties, and was face to face with that spicy red bush.
She stuck her tongue out, and licked it gingerly. It tasted good! She began licking, and sucking, with loud thirsty noises. Jill's head lolled around, like a rag doll, and she leaned back on the fluffy pillows.
Glenda continued her exploration, moving occasionally to the tight little asshole that was just within reach of her tongue. It had a faintly tangy taste, like apple cider. She started driving her tongue into it now.
Jill flipped over with the grace of a little seal, and spread her luscious globes apart. Glenda dove right in, first licking the crack, and then moving back down to the hole itself. Occasionally, she bit and nibbled at the quivering melons of Jill's ass cheeks.
Her hands were on the nape of Jill's neck, and she stroked and petted her tender spine, and she attacked her ass with her hungry mouth. Jill was mumbling something into the pillow; soon her voice, hoarse, and tense, said, "My dildo! Get my dildo from the drawer, Glenda!"
Glenda drew away reluctantly, and hunted around in the little drawer of the night-table. She drew it out, long, and pink. She then saw that it was, in fact, a two-headed device. Two giant pink dicks were attached together by means of a long, pink hose. She had never seen anything like it before.
She picked it up, and returned to the wriggly bottom of the woman before her. She began to lick and wet that tight, sweet opening with her tongue. Then, she slid in an experimental finger, and felt the tight inner walls contract. She used her thumb to flick Jill's clit, and renewed her attempt to get into her anal chamber. This time, the muscles were more relaxed and she was able to insert her digit.
She moved it in and out, like a tiny prick. Jill picked up the rhythm of her hand, and began to pump up and down along with her. Then Glenda inserted another finger. It was a tight fit at first, but Jill's ass was already warm, wet and ready, and soon the two fingers were sliding in and out with ease. She tried three, and Jill began to plead, "The dildo! Please, please!"
Glenda took the stiff pink head in her hand, and licked the squirming hole.. Seeing a little hand cream on the dresser, she squirted some in her palm. She greased up Jill's hole, and placed the big, pink knob near her asshole.
She pushed, hesitantly at first. "Harder, harder!" moaned Jill, so she tried a little harder. Jill was still pushing hard, opening her hole, and trying to draw the pink monster into her body. Soon, an inch slipped in, then another, and another.
Soon, the whole rigid pink shaft was in the woman's squiggling asshole. She thrust it in and out, enjoying the power the rod gave her. 'Just like a man', she thought.
In and out, in and out, Jill's body shook and heaved, and soon, Glenda's did too. She put her fingers in her own aching cunt to relieve that awful burning need.
Suddenly, she realized that the dildo had another end! Here she was, aching, and feeling horny, when all the while, relief was only seconds away! She took the hard, pink thing in her hand, and as she worked one cock up and down in Jill's asshole, she slid the other one into her gaping pussy.
She sighed deeply as it pressed deep into her, filling up her hole. She rocked back and forth, letting it move around inside her. then, she started moving in time to Jill's body.
Soon, the room was filled with the groans and sighs of the two women, as they writhed in pleasure on the great bed, surrounded by frilly, silky underwear.
Glenda's hand beat a vigorous tattoo out in Jill's ass, causing her to moan and buck. She stuck her hands in her own flaming pussy, and as the dildo rammed its brutal way in and out of her asshole, her fingers manipulated her cunt to near frenzy. Her cries grew louder, and in a final, tearing screech, she came, juice pouring from her.
Glenda ceased the motion of the dildo in Jill's ass, but she kept ramming it into her own steamy passage. With Jill's thighs as a cushion for her knees, she moved up and down on the now slippery fat dildo.
In moments she was coming, sweat streaming off her body, hoarse moans coming from her throat. She rolled off Jill into the soft pile of clothing, feeling faint and dizzy.
Jill turned over to face her, and they stared deeply into one another's eyes. Who ever said that women were only passive, meek and submissive? In Jill, Glenda felt she had found the spirit of a tigress!
Although they had both experienced shattering climaxes only moments ago, they peered deeply into one another's eyes, and their passion began to stir again.
Glenda's tongue slipped out from between red lips, and started to lick Jill's eyelids, nose, cheeks and chin. Sometimes, she drew her plump lower lip between her own, and sucked. Jill's hands went to Glenda's tits, and began to fondle.
Suddenly,-- in the midst of their tender touching and exploring, the door to the bedroom opened, and the two men, who had been wondering where their wives were, walked in.
"Oh sweet Jesus!", exclaimed Dirk, and he began to strip.
"What are you doing?", Phil said to him in horror.
"Joining these two beauties, of course."
"WHAT?"
"Joining them! Two pussies and no cock, what a shame! We should help 'em out Phil."
"You've got to be kidding!'' "Nope!"
"But it's sick! Gross!"
"Not at all! It's wonderful!"
"You're a lunatic! And Glenda, you get up from that bed this instant, do you hear me?"
"Huh?" said Glenda dreamily. She was drunk on sun, champagne and sex, and Phil's voice came to her as if from far, far away. Phil stormed out of the room in a blind rage. Dirk, however, was delighted to see so much attractive flesh, and he peeled off his tight pants, and white shirt with glee.
"Move over, because now there's three!" and he slapped both of them playfully on their succulent asses.
They did as he asked.
His dick was already hard, and they all decided that since Glenda was a guest, that she get the honor of sucking it first. She bent her head down, and parted her lips before the rosy tip. She gave the head two nice, long licks, and watched it quiver with anticipation. "Oooh, that's good baby, really good! Your husband is out of his mind, you know! A mad fool, an idiot!" , He spread his legs, to give her a lot of room as she began to eat his throbbing dick.
Jill squatted over her husband's face, and his tongue parted the wooly red patch, and found the gleaming bud of a clit within. He started gnawing on it, wanting to watch it flower and blossom.--
Glenda attacked his prick feverishly, sliding her tongue up and down the aching, rigid shaft, stopping only to bite gently on the engorged tip. She lathered it with her sticky, sweet saliva, enjoying the smooth, hard surface as it made contact with her eager mouth.
The contact of tongue to tip made Dirk eat his wife's cunt with mounting passion. He drew the two pouting lips between his teeth, and stuck his tongue deep into her hole. She moved up and down ' quickly, so his outstretched tongue became a little dick, sliding its way into her well lubricated body.
Glenda's hands moved in and out of her own cunt to soothe it, but she wanted to feel a real dick inside of her. Gently pushing Jill aside, she sat down on top of Dirk's rigid member, and started riding him, like he was a great stallion.
She rocked and swerved as Jill watched her. She rode his throbbing spear with a fierceness that shocked both Jill and Dirk. She would throw her lovely head back, and stick her tits out, lips parted in a low moan of pleasure. Then, she would lean over and bite his nipples violently, or rake his chest with her long, red nails.
Jill fingered her own pussy as she watched them. She could have sat down again, and let Dirk lick her to ecstasy, but for some odd reason, she preferred to watch. She had never known what a wild animal Glenda was! It was impossible to tell from her polite, well-bred appearance, and her pleasant manner, that she could respond like such a volatile, frenzied animal!
Glenda was close to the end, now. She dragged her hands "through Dirk's thick hair, pulling it occasionally. She leaned over to kiss him, and his lips met hers eagerly. He was shocked, though, to feel her sharp white teeth biting down on his tongue so hard that she drew blood! He could feel the warm, salty stuff seeping down his throat as her tongue attacked him! What a woman! Her passion excited him, it was a new sensation to be dominated, and made to submit to a woman!
He reached up for her tits, and massaged them furiously. She had moved away from his mouth, and now she was biting him everywhere, on the chest, the nipples, the neck, leaving the imprint of her teeth behind, as a memento.
She was heaving wildly now, shaking and shuddering like a leaf. Tears and sweat poured from her body and ran in rivulets down her, onto Dirk. She pressed her pubis against him, and ground into him, screaming, "I'm coming, oh God, coming, coming, COMING!!!" and she burst into hysterical sobs.
Dirk put his two hands on her shuddering arms to steady them, and to brace himself. With a loud grunt, he shot his steaming liquid into her ravaged hole. Neither one could move, and they remained still, their silence broken only by the tiny sobs that Glenda still uttered.
Jill had watched the scene in silent admiration and awe. She was quite something, that Glenda! Who would have believed it! Jill's hands still massaged her own, unsatisfied crotch. Dirk looked up to see her, and said, "Come here, baby!" Glenda removed her still-quivering body from his, and curled up on the bed to watch.
Dirk gently pushed Jill down on the soft bedclothes, and parted her flaming pussy lip. It didn't take too long to bring her off. A few nice licks, combined with a gentle nibbling on her clit was all that was needed to bring her over the edge, the screaming, blissful relief. The three exhausted lovers stretched and curled in the great bed, pushing aside the glamorous paraphernalia, and climbing under the sheets. They all kissed each other good night with affection, and the glowing memory of passion. Soon, they all drifted off to an untroubled sleep. Not one of them stopped for a moment to think about what had happened to Phil.-