Chapter 9
"Wake up, Clover. Wake up," Michael insisted, shaking her.
She came awake in a flash. Her dreams had turned into such erotic adventures that she must have been moaning and crying out in delight. Maybe she was even screaming for Michael to prod her awake like that. Her heart was hammering wildly and she was drenched in sweat.
"You must have been having a nightmare. You okay?"
She heard concern in his voice. Michael had changed a lot since they and their next-door neighbors had all gotten it on. Wife swapping, simple trading, fucking around, whatever you wanted to call it, they'd done it. And they'd liked it.
But old moral patterns died hard. They had enjoyed it. She had loved the new and excitingly different feel of Eddie's prick up her cunt and asshole. He turned her on with new and bizarre ideas about screwing. And she knew Michael was turned on a lot by Rebecca's blonde beauty. But they both felt guilty cheating as they'd done.
Infidelity.
Clover wanted to laugh. She had enjoyed it!
And yet she and Michael had agreed they'd stay at home in their own beds-with each other-and that any wife swapping was over and done with. She wondered now why they'd made such a silly promise. It was obvious to her that both of them wanted to explore more fully their growing relationship with Rebecca and Eddie.
Clover reached out and touched her husband's lips. She gently traced the outline of them, then stroked down his neck and rested her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine. I've just been under a strain lately. We both have. It's not every day that a gal finds out what a good lay her next-door neighbor is."
Michael sighed. Clover might as well have been a mind reader. She saw the same thoughts going through his head about Becky, too.
"I know," he said softly.
"It's sort of spooky thinking about today. It seems like a million years ago-and yet only seconds, too. Time's all jumbled up in my head."
"Is that all that's mixed up?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Michael said. "You just sound, well, you sound wistful. You make it out like you've lost something. We haven't lost anything. We've gained each other. We've saved our marriage."
Clover wasn't sure how close Michael had come to the truth. Damned close, she was afraid. But not in the way he meant it. She just didn't understand this side of herself well enough yet to even try to explain it to him.
"This has been damned good," he continued, rolling back and staring up at the ceiling. "It's pushed us together rather than pulling us apart. Like, I've found out how you dig kinky sex now. Before, I just didn't know. I figured all that gymnastics stuff was just an excuse to get kinks in your back. But hell, it can be fun!"
"You have changed," the black-haired woman said, her eyes glowing. It was only about two in the morning but she was wide awake-and hornier than hell. Her dreams had been about Eddie but she couldn't tell her husband that. Not even the part about how Becky was cheering her and Eddie on, urging them to fuck harder, faster, do it in new and wonderously exciting ways.
He pulled her close and kissed her to show how much he'd changed.
She tensed for a moment. Clover didn't want to lose Michael. She loved him and they'd been married for five years. They were comfortable together, even if the sex hadn't been that great until today. But could she do without Eddie now that she'd discovered how great fucking with him could be?
Then Clover relaxed and returned the kiss. She was hot to trot, but there wasn't any reason for her husband to know that it was another man getting her all damp in the pussy.
Michael broke off, sighing, "That's great. But you're still sweaty from the nightmare. Let's go take a shower."
"At this hour? You're out of your ... hey!"
He scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. She kicked and fought but it was only for show. She wanted to get into that shower with him and work up a real lather. Michael dropped Clover to her feet and she reached in, turned on the water, checked the temperature and adjusted the knobs till it was just right. Then Michael scooped her up in his arms again and they tumbled into the tiny shower stall.
With the water cascading around them, they kissed.
The feel of the water stung her smooth skin. She felt every little drop of the hot water as if it were a needle digging into her flesh. And it made her come totally alive, washing away the last traces of her sleepiness. She could forget her dreams about Eddie and simply enjoy the man crowded into the stall beside her.
All that mattered was Michael's lips crushing into hers.
She gripped his body close to hers, the embrace turning more and more passionate as the kiss deepened. Her tits flattened against his chest. Their tongues began flittering back and forth between their mouths, seeking, striking, darting and playing.
Everything was perfect for Clover.
The slender girl slid her hand up and down the man's back, now slick with water. When she found the rounded curve of his well-muscled buttocks, she knew she'd discovered something potentially more arousing for both of them.
Her slim fingers dived down into the hairy crevice between his tightly muscled asscheeks. Then she stabbed her finger down on the hard ring of muscular asshole.
The man gasped, his tongue pressing even harder against hers in reaction. Clover refused to let his mouth escape hers. She wanted stimulation all over her body. If he missed even one little part, all this would be for nothing.
Her tits began throbbing with lust. The nipples were being pumped into marble-like pebbles of obvious arousal. His mouth on her kept her tongue fully occupied.
And the hands cupping his ass were squeezing down harder and harder to let him know how much she needed him.
When her finger worked its way up into his asshole, he gasped again. Pulling his mouth from hers, the man said, "What're you doing back there? Whatever you've got in mind, keep it up!"
"That's your department, darling," Clover said, hand running down between them. There was no doubt at all he was keeping it up. His cock had risen and was jerking with vital urgency. The water beaded on it to run down into his thick bush.
All Clover had to do was wiggle her finger and Michael was reduced to moans so incoherent she wondered if he was choking. When she squeezed on his prick and wiggled her finger at the same time, she thought her husband was going to come.
"Don't come yet, you bastard," she said. "I want more than a handful of your cum. I want to feel you fucking my pussy first!"
"Spread those lovely legs of yours. I want to make sure you don't get away from me."
"What? Get away in this tiny stall? And while I still have my finger jammed up your ass? You're crazy!"
But she did as he commanded. She wanted his cock inside her pussy. The way it shook with virility under her clutching fingers promised a better fucking than she'd gotten in years. Controlling his cock, massaging it with the walls of her cunt, those were the things she could revel in. Seeing the fuck stick bouncing between their wet bodies wasn't anywhere near as thrilling as feeling it hidden away in her deepest, most intimate recesses.
Her legs parted wide enough for him to dip down, position his body, then shoot upwards like a rocket taking off for orbit. His aim was right on target.
They both gasped when his blunt-nosed prick blasted into her cunt. The way she was standing, it wasn't quite a straight-in shot. His cock was bent a little by a curve in her fuck tunnel. As steely rigid as it was, having his cock twisted sent a tremor earthquaking all the way into his crotch.
Clover shrieked in pleasure. One second, the only real stimulation she was getting came from the water dribbling all over her body. The next, she was impaled by a single expert thrust of his cock.
Her delicate pussy meat was twisted and pulled apart. The strength fled from her body. She wasn't able to stand up any longer. She had to crumple to the floor of the shower stall.
All that kept her upright was the hard spike of the cock in her cunt. This caused the prick to dig even deeper into her belly as she sank down. Then the new waves of carnal delight pulsing throughout her body gave her added incentive for more fucking.
It wouldn't do just giving up and letting him fuck her. She'd done that for too long already. This had to be new, different, more exciting than anything else they'd ever done together. She had to take a more active role in this wet screwing.
Her finger wiggled in the glove-tight passage of his ass. She felt his immediate response. His cock bucked up hard inside her pussy. She could control him by the simple use of that finger buried in his rear. It was as if she had her finger on the trigger of his gun and could decide when to fire him.
He was hers to command.
"Let's move around a little. It's good, darling, but it can be great," she told him.
"Whatever you want."
"Yes, whatever I want!" she repeated, emphasizing her point with another jerk of her hidden finger.
She almost came when his cock began a steady throbbing inside her twat. The stimulation she was giving his prostate gland with her finger had to be really turning him into an animal. She couldn't remember when he had ever felt so big inside her cunt, so strong and dominant.
The wife swapping earlier in the day had done something for Michael, all right and it was all for the better.
He started a slow fucking. It wasn't very satisfying to either of them. Their feet slipping, their wet, naked bodies propped against the plastic walls of the shower stall, the strokes he used were shallow and uninspired.
"Wait. Let's do this right," the slender girl said. She wrapped a long, sleek leg around his waist and gasped immediately. Just lifting that leg drove his prick even farther up into her clutching, hungering pussy.
"Now. Now fuck me. Slow, deep strokes. And make me come, damn you, make me come like I've never gotten off before!"
She pressed her shoulders back into the corner of the stall. The water showered down on her tits, stinging, making them feel more alive than they ever had from a man's tonguing. Each little jet of hot water was a whip stimulating a separate nerve ending. Millions of the tiny whips beat into her nipples and took away her breath.
And when Michael began to move his hips, it was just as she'd thought it would be. He had the leverage now to pull almost all the way out of her cunt, then ram back in forcefully. The fucking was slow, deliberate. It built their desires slowly but surely.
Clover kept her finger in his warm asshole. The feel of his muscles tensing as he fucked her was an added treat. She seldom got to experience the way his ass tightened and relaxed as his hips pistoned into her twat. Now, that was only a part of the turn-on for the black-haired woman.
Her leg rested on her husband's waist, wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. When she wanted, she could pull him closer, deeper, farther up her cunt. She waited for the proper time. Now he was merely getting them ready for the payoff.
When she was ready to climax, everything would be perfect.
"Tell me what you're feeling. Tell me everything," she said, remembering how Rebecca had gotten off on her husband describing the feel of Clover's lips on his cock.
"Everything? I don't know, uh, ummmm, Where to begin." Michael had to catch his breath as his prick slid into her well-greased pussy. The way her cunt opened and closed around him made Michael sure she could break off his cock at any instant.
But what a wonderful place to have it happen! He'd never found another woman with such a tight pussy. Not even Becky. And thoughts of his neighbor turned him on even more. Michael said nothing about this to Clover, but she noticed the fervor in his fucking now.
"Tell me," she urged, feeling his cock jerk lustily in her tight fuck tunnel. "I want to know everything you're feeling."
"I'm feeling your tits, two luscious mounds of titflesh. All wet now. The water's running down the slopes and into the canyon between, then dribbling down my belly. It tickles. And your nipples are hard and poking into my chest. I can feel them throb every time your heart beats."
"What else? Tell me. And say it louder. The way the blood's rushing in my head, I can hardly hear you."
She sighed as she felt his cock burying itself far up in her pussy again. Clover tensed and relaxed her muscles a little, giving the man's prick a knowing squeeze. Promising more, he'd be sure to ram as hard and fast as he could-when she wanted it.
"I love the feel of your cunt all around my cock," he muttered, his words barely discernible over the rush of the hot water. "Feels like velvet all around my pecker. Great. Wet and great and tight and ummmmm!"
He arched his back and peered downward. "And I love the way my prick pushes between those pink pussy lips of yours. They're fluttering and tickling me like you have feathers glued on or something. The sight of my cock disappearing into your tiny cunt makes me feel like a goddamn magician!"
"Feels good," Clover said, sighing. "What else do you feel? Tell me!"
"Your leg is pressed close to mine and your other one is pulling me into that lovely black-furred twat of yours. God, I can barely keep my jizz in! My balls are gonna blow any second."
"Easy, boy, easy!" she cautioned. He couldn't come yet. She was just beginning to feel the real urges in her body stir. The sexual pressures built up but were nowhere near as intense as she wanted-demanded!
Tightening her slender leg around his waist and using her hidden finger, Clover pulled her husband in to her. His cock spread her tight cunt walls. She kept him buried balls deep inside her pussy. The way his prick bucked around, she knew he was telling the truth about having troubles controlling his climax.
In a few more seconds, his cock would erupt.
Working her own hips up and down, she began to generate an intense friction in her cunt. Short, quick strokes fanned the flames of her lust. His cock quickly burned away the flow of her fuck juices and stimulated her delicate cuntlips to the fullest.
He was getting into her pussy as best as the confined quarters would let him.
The slender girl relaxed as much as possible and let all the sensations crash into her body at once. The water ... nipples getting ready to pop ... cunt filled with prick ... leg around his waist ... finger deep up his quaking ass ... the flow of his muscular body ... his bucking cock all the way up her pussy ... the clit about ready to explode ...
"Yes, oh God, yes. Now fuck me as hard as you can, oh, ohhhhh!"
Her finger drove in and out of his ass, stroking along the hidden prostate gland. Her leg pulled him back and forth, adding to his already powerful thrusts. They were both lost to passion.
With the water pouring over the black-haired woman, she knew every nerve in and on her body was totally receptive to the fucking. No tiny parcel of pleasure was going to be missed. Not this time. Not by her.
His strokes lengthened, deepened, became more powerful. Each time he rammed hard into her, they grunted in unison. She knew he was going to rip her apart. His cock seared all along her tender twat. The huge prick was stretching her inner membrane to the limit.
Their crotches ground together as he stayed buried balls-deep in her pussy. The motion rubbed against her clit.
She duplicated it with her lips.
"I ... I'm comiiiiing! Oh, sweet Jesus, oh, Chriiiiist, yes!"
Clover remembered the feel of Michael's prick surging in and out of her cunt. The water all around her, tickling as it washed over their passionately fucking orgasm, the stimulation it gave, all this she remembered. She made certain he was fucking his hardest. and as she began finger-fucking his asshole, he came.
His cock blasted out a steady stream of come. She filled with gooey jism as both of them rocked through orgasm.
She let her finger drop from his asshole and relaxed. It was difficult getting her leg planted firmly on the floor of the shower. The booth was small-the designer had never intended it to be used for such impassioned fucking.
"I feel as if my guts were going to follow my jizz into your sucking pussy. That finger stroking up my ass really got me off in a big way," Michael told his wife.
"Glad you liked it. And I feel better, too. Shows we can fuck somewhere besides the bedroom, in the missionary position-and without Eddie and Rebecca to help us along."
Clover wasn't sure why she said that. But the words were out and the look on Michael's face told her just about all she needed to know. He was probably thinking of Becky while he fucked her in the shower-just as she'd been thinking of Eddie.
Clover loved her husband, but he just couldn't provide the excitement for her sexually that Eddie did. She couldn't explain it, but that was the way it was. She'd definitely have to do something about it-and her vow not to fool around wasn't going to last for very long.