Chapter 9
That evening, having been told of Beth's slip, Adam sat with his wife on a comfortable couch in his library. There was a fire in the fireplace and the setting was ideal for talk of love.
In time, his hands came into play, moving gently over her body while he professed his deep love for her and brought on a responding arousal in his lovely young wife.
Carol forgot her earlier fears of being a kept thing, a jewel in a satin lined case. She even wondered how she had ever been able to think such a thing.
"Why don't you take your pretty dress off, darling?" he whispered, one hand in the bodice of the dress fondling the lace covered left breast of the girl.
Getting up, Carol did so easily. She loved what she saw in his eyes as he watched her slipping the dress off and snugging black nylon and lace panties around her body. When she returned to her husband; she saw the bulge in the front of his pants.
"May I take him out and play with him a little, darling?" she asked as she snuggled close in the embrace of his left arm.
"But of course, my dearest. You should know you don't have to ask. My cock belongs to you and loves the feel of your hand as much as the feel of being in your mouth or your precious little jewel of a cunt."
He watched intently as she slid the zipper of his fly down; reached gently inside and carefully carried his hard prick out, pulling the foreskin well back as she did. Watching a woman open his fly to take his cock out always fascinated him, and he supposed that a childhood experience accounted for that.
Adam had been about twelve years old then, and was in the home of a mature woman for whom he often ran errands. There was something different about her that day, something that made him nervous without understanding why.
She talked to him about sex, and as she talked, she kept allowing the hem of her dress to ride higher and higher over her big, smooth thighs until he was able to see well above the expanded tops of her sheer nylons. Her upper thighs were alabaster and satin to his excited young eyes.
"If you'll stand up right here, Adam," she told him in a tone that caused him to tremble, "I'll let you see even more of me. Would you like to see me bare naked? My nice big tits, my bum, between my legs, everything?"
He had been barely able to tell her how much he would love to see that, then he watched as her fingers caught the tab of his zipper and began to slide it down very slowly. In the silent room, the metallic sound was loud, and terribly exciting to the innocent boy he was then.
Breathing heavily, the woman held his hard little tool between her finger and thumb, moving the skin slowly back and forth while she continued to further excite him with talk of sex. A few minutes later, she stood and took off her dress and slip to allow him to see and touch her in bra, girdle and nylons.
She took him into the bedroom then and had him strip naked, fondling his smooth young body after he had done so. Getting onto the bed with him then, she took her bra off and gave him her big breasts to play with before showing him how to suck them and erect the nipples which fascinated the boy.
Her girdle went next, and the boy almost cried at the sight of her massive behind and the big patch of hair at the base of her slightly too rounded belly. Opening her legs, she invited him to see and feel her twat. It was big and warm and wet, and not as exciting to look at as he had expected, yet when he felt it and began probing inside, Adam became more and more excited, his little prick throbbing with desire, much more so than when it was normally hard just to be jerked off in his hand.
"Do you know anything about cunt lapping?" she asked him.
He didn't, but before that afternoon was over, he had gone down on her twice and licked her juicy twat until she came both times. In addition, she had him lie on her belly, stick his hard little poker into her hot slit and screw a woman for the first time in his young life. On later visits, she sucked him off, had him give it to her up the bum and tongue her arsehole until she squirmed, her big arse cheeks swaying and rubbing his face.
Generously, although her motives were undoubtedly not purely altruistic, she taught the boy everything she knew about sex, and her knowledge was extensive. As a result, the young Adam emerged into the mature Adam, with a desire for anything and everything when it came to sex.
He thought of the woman as his wife took his pecker out and covered the big head with kisses while he unhooked the back of her bra and slipped it off her arms to get his hands and mouth on her luscious breasts.
"Are you going to give me your lovely strong cock, my darling husband?" she asked, squirming feverishly in his embrace.
"I haven't decided how just yet," he told her, "but one way or another, it will provide you with pleasure. Now just let me take your pretty panties off so I can play with the most beautiful bum in the world."
Carol not only permitted him to take her panties down and off, but helped him, eager to feel his hands and, hopefully, his lips and tongue on her sensitive bum. Aroused as he was, she told herself, he would probably want to part her bum cheeks and curl his tongue up her hole. She fervently hoped he would.
While she lay on the couch, devouring him with her shining eyes, Adam stood and hurriedly stripped naked.
"Please just stand there for a minute so I can look at you," she asked, excitement obvious in the tone of her voice as well as in her eyes.
He stood, looking tall and proud, confident in his nudity. Adam had a good figure, a shade over six feet in height, broad chested, flat bellied, enough hair to be appropriate to masculinity without being ape-like.
If further indication of masculinity were needed, his long, stiff tool provided that as it stood strongly, the swollen head seeming to glow.
"Oh yes, my husband, my lover," she sighed, holding her arms out, "come to me and do anything you wish. I am yours completely."
Hurrying to her, Adam drew her into his arms and they shared a passionate kiss, following which, he turned her over easily and began kissing and fondling her silken bottom while she sighed and squirmed in ecstasy.
"Ooh, I love that," she sighed aloud when she felt his strong hands parting her nether cheeks. "Are you going to lick me and kiss me right inside?"
"You can be sure of that, my darling," he assured her. "I'm going to lick your delightful crack until it's nice and juicy, then I'm going to tongue your pretty little arsehole until I set your sweet cunt on fire."
"And then will you use your long hose to put the fire out?" she asked.
"All your fires will be well looked after, my angel," he told her, then stopped talking as he lay close behind her and began licking up and down the crack of her arse, his tongue wet and just rough enough to delight her and keep her behind squirming in the hold of his strong hands.
Each time he decided more moisture was required, Adam provided it with his mouth and kept the tight valley so well lubricated that the juice trickled into her crotch to add to the moisture that was already there.
Knowing how it would please him, Carol tried mightily to force a fart, but couldn't manage it.
"Oh how beautiful," he panted, pulling his tongue out of her crack and staring hotly, "do it again. Force your arsehole like that."
Thrilled by so intimate an examination, Carol exerted her anal muscles to the maximum, feeling her anus opening and pushing out toward him.
"Keep it open until I can curl my tongue into it," he told her, excitedly, then she felt the tongue curling right into the still tight ring, pushing its way into her like a stiff, strong cock.
"Oh darling," she paned, "you're tongue fucking me up the bum. Oh, darling, I love it. Oh, your tongue is a cock... fuck me with it... fuck me... fuck me..."
He kept her behind squirming for a long time as he tongued her hole until she cried out that it was raw. As he took his tongue out, Adam planted a light kiss on the little pink ring, then turned her over again, parted her thighs wide and pressed his face between them to savor the warmth of her silken crotch and the particular heat of her twat as he began sucking it greedily.
His seemingly tireless tongue came back into play then, this time working on her hard little passion bud as avidly as it had done in her anus, and with an effect that was even more delightful for the threshing girl who lay rubbing her breasts and pinching her sensitive nipples until it hurt.
When she came, her orgasm was a strong one that left her feeling limp, but deliriously content.
"What would you like me to do for you, Adam darling?" she asked in a voice made small by erotic fatigue. "I'll suck your bone and drink all the juice if you like."
"To tell the truth," he told her, rolling her over and fondling her buttocks again, "more than anything in the world, I'd love to push my hard cock very slowly all the way up your sweet little bum. I've wanted to do that since I first saw you."
"Oh Adam, your cock is so big. I'm so afraid that big head will hurt me and make me cry, perhaps it will even split me open."
"Darling, this tool has been up the arse of a little twelve year-old boy and it didn't split him open. Your bum is a lot bigger than his was. You wouldn't refuse me, would you?"
"No, Adam, I couldn't refuse you anything. You know that. Go ahead and do it to me. I'll try not to cry too much."
"Thanks, darling," he told her, a note of hurt in his voice, "but I couldn't take it that way. It just wouldn't be any fun. Wait a minute," he raised his voice as though a thought had just struck him. "Stay right where you are, I'll be back in a second."
Adam hurried out of the room, his tool swaying, big balls swinging like a pendulum. When he returned, he had Beth with him and Carol felt a flash of anger and despair at the sight of her as she intruded on what had been such beautiful intimacy between her and her loving husband.
"I've got a great idea, darling," he told Carol with eagerness. "I can understand that you're afraid it would hurt to take my big prick up your little arse-hole, so now I'm going to use Beth to demonstrate. You don't mind, do you, Beth?" he asked.
"You know better than that, Adam dear," she told him, smiling warmly. "You can stick that big brute anywhere in me you like. Try my left ear if you want to."
"That's the spirit, Beth. Come over my lap so I can warm up the playground first."
Smiling, Beth stepped out of her panties, then undid the hooks of her bra and slipped it off too so that she was naked except for garter belt and nylons. In her eagerness, she almost threw herself across his thighs, bumping his big, stiff tool and causing him to wince.
"We're getting a little careless, Beth," he told her as he caught one lush bottom cheek and squeezed hard. "I'll get even for that and give your ass a warming it will remember for a while."
Beth began protesting that it had been an accident, but Carol saw that she was delighted at the promise of a severe spanking. Gripping her firmly, Adam began spanking her with full armed strokes, each slap filling the room with sound. Before many spanks had been applied, Beth added the sound of her crying as her plump behind took on hot, exciting color under the big, smacking hand.
As Carol expected, her husband wasn't content with just coloring and warming Beth's behind. Long after it had reached that stage, he went on spanking while she cried loudly and kicked her long, beautiful legs, her toes kicking the rug, her bum swaying and heaving over his thighs but never escaping one spank, never really trying to as the red hills kept rising to meet the slapping hand.
"There now, Beth," he said with satisfaction as he stopped spanking and began fondling her hot nether cheeks, "that should be hot enough to fry my belly when I sink this bone up your tight little hole."
Still sobbing loudly, Beth did not reply, yet through her tears, Carol saw her eyes flashing with excitement. As Beth stood, hands rubbing the tingling hills of her behind, Carol saw something else on her face. It was a look of not just pride, but of superiority.
You may be his wife, the look seemed to say, but that doesn't mean as much as you think. I'm the one he comes to when he wants something special.
Carol tried to tell herself she was letting her imagination play tricks on her, but just then Beth flashed her a supercilious smile that confirmed everything she had been thinking.
Stopping directly in front of Carol who sat on the couch with her legs curled under her, one finger toying with the suspender of her garter belt, Beth kept the smile alive, widened it a little, then got down on all fours on the rug, her flaming red behind swaying in a most provocative manner as she waited for Adam to come to her and take what he wanted.
"Look at that ass, darling," Adam commented, looking at Carol. "Wouldn't you say it had been pretty well warmed up?"
"Yes, dear," she replied, trying to hide her hurt at the sight of her husband preparing to take the woman, "it sure is red and hot looking."
"Now watch how easily she can take it," he told her as he knelt behind the woman and took his tool in his hand to rub it up and down her crack while she swayed her backside even more violently, her pendulous breasts swaying so that Carol felt forced to look on even though she wished she could take her eyes away.
"When I do it to you, darling," he went on, "I'm going to grease the head well with Vaseline to make it easier for you to take it in, but I'm only going to wet it with spit this time. Hey, come and do that for me, dear. Take it in your mouth and make it nice and wet so I can stick it up her arse and make her squirm."
Carol didn't want to have anything to do with the act, but sensed it would be a mistake to refuse. Getting off the couch, she crouched beside him, pushed the plum like head of his weapon into her mouth and made it very wet before she returned it to him.
For a moment, she considered begging him to take her rather than Beth, but she stopped herself. Even if he agreed to it, it would destroy her pride, having to beg for what the other woman was going to be given eagerly. She sat on the couch again, looking at Beth's arched behind and waiting for her husband to get at it and get it over with, it was like a nightmare to Carol and the sooner it was over, the better, she kept telling herself.
But Adam was obviously in no hurry as he fondled the firm, red cheeks with both hands while he told Beth to brace herself for a first class bum shot.
Adam was breathing hard as he used both hands to part the plump cheeks and press the head of his prick against the pink arsehole of the kneeling woman who kept urging him to ram it into her as her breasts kept swaying fully below her firmly braced body.
"Come close and watch how easy it is, darling," Adam told his wife. "You'll see it takes just one little push and it's in."
Reluctantly, Carol did as she was told. While she stared down along the crack of Beth's arse, Adam gave what seemed to be only a slight push and the head went inside, just as easily as he had told her it would. Beth gave a little grunt, but it was not possible for Carol to tell whether it was from hurt or pleasure.
Taking his time, Adam fed the bone up her bum with short, easy strokes until he was holding her hot behind close against his belly and Beth was intensifying his pleasure by squirming her red buttocks, pressing against him, working his belly as the man knelt with his head thrown back, a look of ecstasy seeming to light up his handsome face.
"Ride my arse, lover, ride me," Beth urged, jerking those hot, red cheeks back against him to set him in motion.
"You'll get your ride all right, baby," he told her, "You won't forget it for a long time either. Here it comes now, up your delicious arse right to the hilt."
He punctuated the statement by giving her a hard slap on the side of her right buttock, then he began riding her twitching behind. In spite of herself, Carol forgot all about her hurt and frustration as she watched in erotic fascination while her husband slammed against Beth's big, red behind again and again, pistoning his swollen cock in and out like a machine.
Through it all, Beth, her breasts flapping, groans coming from deep in her throat, kept telling him how good it was and urging him on, telling him to ram faster and harder. ?,
Turning her eyes to her husband's face when she heard him emit a little groan; Carol saw an expression there that looked like one of sadness. She guessed that he was about to go off and didn't want his ride to end so soon.
His grunts and groans became louder then as he pulled Beth back against his belly and, his body jerking in strong spasms, he fired his load into her as she groaned and told him how great it felt.
The couple remained kneeling there for a little while, his tool stuck between the cheeks of her arse, then he drew it out and looked down with seeming sadness at the wreckage of his previously strong erection.
But Carol had even more reason for sadness. A little while earlier, she had felt the strength of it and waited to feel it pushing up into the depths of her belly. Now, she faced the realization sadly, it wouldn't push into anything, it was very obviously finished for the evening.
"Please, Carol," Beth asked, looking up pleadingly, tears in her eyes, "come down here with me and help me. Christ, if I don't have a come I'll explode."
There was nothing proud or haughty about the woman then, and Carol could not resist her plea. Besides, it would be a mutually enjoyable two-way deal since she too felt in the mood for another orgasm.
On the rug, they quickly locked their bodies together and sucked each other off, tongues rasping hotly, juices running down silken smooth thighs to leave wet marks on the rug.
"Well now, that was quite an evening," Adam commented as the women unwound themselves from each other and sat up, tiredly.
"It must have been," Beth replied with a sigh, "I feel as though I've had a fence pole up my arse." When Adam flashed her a quick frown, she amended the statement by adding to it. "But oh what a wonderful feeling it is. I don't think I'd complain if you never used my twat again, Adam dear, as long as I can take that big beauty up my bum."
Carol felt sure that the performance was being staged for her benefit, and she resented their treating her like a child, who could easily be fooled and led to believe what they wanted her to believe.
Adam and Beth decided to go in search of drinks, and Carol told them she would join them in a little while.
She stayed alone, naked in the room for a long time as she recalled the way the evening had begun with her husband and wanted to cry at the way it had ended with Beth occupying stage center as usual, kneeling with her big behind extended toward Adam as it used up the nice, hard tool that had been meant to be between her legs.