Chapter 6
"Wh-what are you going to do, Michael?" Clover asked, her voice trembling with-what? Strain, yes. She felt the tension in the air like it was something alive and writhing about. But there was more than just that. She felt excitement.
Clover hardly understood her reaction to be found out by her husband. She was turned on!
"I suppose you want a divorce so you can marry him." Michael's voice was both cold and bitter. She didn't much blame him-and yet she did, too. He had pushed her to this. He had caused this entire scene to occur. And Clover wasn't at all sure she hadn't plotted this unconsciously so Michael would discover her.
"Of course not," the black-haired beauty said. "I love you."
"A hell of a way to show it," he said.
"I'd better go," Eddie said, picking up his pants.
"Don't bother," said Michael. "Stick around. Looks as if you'll be living here and I'll be out on the curb."
"It's not like that, Michael. Really," said Clover, her mind racing. "You made me do this. You did!"
"I did? I held a gun to your head and forced you to fuck our next-door neighbor and some teenaged stud you probably found out hitchhiking. Sure, I forced you to do it."
"You forced me because you're always so damned wrapped up in yourself. You never do what I want in bed. You're always neglecting me sexually."
"We fuck often enough."
"For you. Not for me."
"So you go out and ball anything wearing pants. Great."
"I'll let you two work this out between you," said Eddie again. "Becky's coming in. I heard her car drive up."
"Becky?" said Michael slowly. "Hold on there, stud. You fucked my wife, right?" He didn't wait to see Eddie's slow nod. "It's only fair that I should have a tumble with yours."
"I don't think I understand," said Eddie. "You mean you want to screw Becky?" For a moment, Eddie stood there, then he laughed. "Go on, try. She'll turn you down cold."
"Not after I tell her what you and Clover have been doing while she's out. Then she'll fuck me just like you've been fucking my wife!" Michael spun and stormed out.
Clover and Eddie exchanged looks, then Clover said, "Do you think he's serious? I'm sure he'll tell Rebecca. But the rest ... " She shook her head, jet-black hair floating away from her face. The idea of Michael going and balling Becky turned her on strangely. She hadn't thought her husband had that kind of adventurous spirit.
"One way of telling. Let's go see."
Clover hastily dressed again, aware that the flimsy dress barely covered her lush body. And it was obvious, in spite of the seriousness of what was going down, that Eddie noticed she wore no panties or bra. Something about knowing she was naked under the dress seemed to turn the man on more and more.
"He's already inside," Clover whispered, not sure why she was keeping her voice low. It just seemed the thing to do.
"We can see what's happening through the bedroom window. That seems to be where they are."
Clover muttered, "It figures," then shut up. This hadn't turned out the way she'd thought it would at all when Michael had walked in on her, Eddie and Karl fucking themselves silly. She was turned-on and so horny she felt like screaming.
"God," said Eddie, "they're going to get it on just like he said. I don't believe it. My very own wife. Wow!"
Clover couldn't figure out Eddie's reaction. He didn't seem upset. Rather, he sounded as if he were turned on in a big way. He moved closer behind her, his hands reaching for her trim waist. The slender girl pushed her butt back into the curve of his crotch. It didn't matter to her that they might be seen. She felt a crawling sensation in her cunt that had to be attended to.
He slowly pulled up her skirt from behind. She reached out and gripped the edge of the window sill so that she could lean forward, her leg spread wider apart.
"Yes, Eddie, go on. Do it. Now, here, do it to me now!"
His fingers stroked over naked flesh. When he came to her dark, furry bush, he had to take a firm hold on his rampaging emotions. His cock felt like it wanted to turn cartwheels. He couldn't believe he'd gotten another hard-on this fast. But he had. And he had to use it.
That provocative pussy mound was gorgeous. And it was just slobbering in anticipation of having his huge prick shoved in between the gaping cunt lips underneath it.
"We can't," he moaned out. "Not with Michael and Becky in there. We should ... ummm! You are a hot bitch, aren't you?"
She moved her hips in a seductive circle against his cock. Then she started to move away. He reached out and caught a trim ankle. A firm yank and she was sitting on the damp grass, her legs spread in a wide vee in front of her body. The gash of her cunt was widely exposed.
All he had to do was flop onto her and fuck merrily away. But that wouldn't be right. Not with her husband and his wife just a few feet away. But Eddie couldn't restrain himself.
He pulled Clover toward him. His mouth fastened onto her well-formed calf. He loved the sleekness of her legs, the smooth, flowing quality as they tapered upwards to her gorgeous pussy. He kissed her, then began licking and lightly nipping at her soft, satiny smooth skin.
She yelped, but didn't struggle to get away. The feel of his mouth working up her leg toward her cunt was almost more than she could bear. The woman had expected him to really pick up where he'd left off inside. She wanted that prick buried deep up her cunt where she could feel it pulsing with male life.
But Clover couldn't complain. Her sexual tensions mounted to the breaking point again. She'd thought she was hot before, but it had been nothing like this.
Never in her life had she been so aroused. Eddie was turning her every which way but loose. His mouth stimulated the sensitive portions of her tender inner thigh. She had always assumed that men ignored this part of a woman's anatomy. After all, her husband did.
She learned how good it was to have a man caring about giving her the maximum turn-on before really fucking her. The nerves throughout her body screamed in joy by the time his hot breath gusted through the tangled mat of her pussy mound. His tongue daringly weaved through her bush and then descended to her clit.
The tiny clit throbbed with excitement. When he sucked the clit into his mouth, she came.
The wetness of his lips, the heat of his gusting breath, the way he used his tongue on her most sensitive of organs-and Michael and Rebecca inside talking about her infidelity-all made Clover sail off into a wonderland of sexual fulfillment.
And when she came down from her carnal high, his mouth was still there, licking, sucking up her cunt juices, plunging deep into the juicy slit. He tongue fucked her and got her off again.
Her entire body was like a string pulled taut. The lightest plucking and she would vibrate for hours. And he was using her like a fine musical instrument.
"God, Eddie, I never thought it could be like this. I mean, God, not ever! Not with Michael."
His hands moved her legs even wider apart. She felt the grass moistly crushing under her ass as he forced her downward with his weight. He was sliding up her body, his cock nudging into the pink, turgid lips of her cunt.
Then Clover screamed. She tried to hold it in by biting her lower lip, but she failed. The sensations ripping through her tender young body were simply too intense for her.
His cock rammed all the way up her cunt. Then he began fucking her with all the skill he'd shown her before.
Her shoulders became damp and stained from the grass mashing under their combined weight. She ignored this, as she ignored the fact this was the missionary position. Somehow, it seemed different now with Eddie fucking her. They were outside the house, in the yard, threatened with instant exposure if anyone should peer over the fence and see them. Her cunt was overflowing with juices.
The squishy sound of his prick ramming in and out made her breath come even faster. She felt her tits rise and fall, pressing hard against the thick slab of his muscular chest. The nipples hardened into pointy buttons. She thought she was going to poke holes in the man's chest.
Eddie didn't even notice the throbbing nipples. But she did. Every time he slid down on her body to send his cock surging into her cunt, his chest dragged over those sensitive tips. She felt the nipples being rotated and twisted damn near off her body.
The fiery lances of sensation arching into her chest made her come completely alive. The slender girl had thought his mouth moving on her legs and pussy had turned her on. It was nothing compared to the fucking he gave her.
With the hum of the traffic in the street just scant yards away, she knew they might have an audience and never know it. What would that spying person think, seeing two half-naked bodies passionately wrestling out there in the yard? Would they care? Would they jerk off while they were peeping?
The thought that anybody might see them added fire to her already soaring lust. Clover was an exhibitionist deep down inside. She loved the idea that they might have spectators watching.
"I love the way your cock feels inside me. It's so goooood!"
"Your ... cunt! It ... it's so tight," he gasped. He was hard pressed to keep control over his own body now.
His hips thrust in and out mindlessly now. All he could do was hang on for the ride and enjoy the hell out of it.
The huge head of his prick strained against the soft walls of her pussy. Every slight movement was transmitted directly to her body. The sides of his cock were lined with veins and arteries humming with excited blood. She twitched her hips just a bit to see what the difference in position would do.
She came.
Never had a man been so huge inside her. The cock was at the point of ripping her apart. And she wanted more of it. No matter her husband was inside with this man's wife. If anything, that knowledge turned her on totally.
Her legs lifted off the ground and braced her slim legs, on either side of his body. She felt the sweat slickening his sides. She tried to lock her ankles around his waist and drag him even deeper into her cunt. It failed. She couldn't control her own twitching body.
She hunched up to meet his every inward thrust. She needed that fucking cock-now!
Then he slipped free of her pussy. It was accidental. In his enthusiasm for fucking her, he'd drawn back just a little too much. His forward thrust sent his cunt-juice-greased cock sailing down the split of her pussy lips and into the ground.
He moaned as he tried to fuck himself all the way to the center of the earth. In spite of himself, the man had to laugh.
Clover joined in. "I never saw anybody that excited before. Christ, you get to fucking, you stay in my pussy. But no, you slide right on out."
"So let me get back on and ride. I promise my aim'll be better this time."
She started to open her legs to him again, then heard the faint sounds of her husband and Rebecca fucking. She sat on the grass, a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. But she couldn't stay upset. Clover found herself too turned-on. She'd cheated on Michael, sure, but now he was balling Eddie's wife. And the idea of watching made her cunt so hot it totally erased any feeling of jealousy she might have.
The idea occurred to her that she and Eddie could make their fuck fest a lot more interesting. She grabbed onto his prick and pulled him into a sitting position.
"Okay, stud, listen good. We're going to the open window and watch some of the hot and heavy action going on inside."
"Rebecca!" he said, understanding for the first time what was happening inside. Clover kept her fingers tightly around his prick. She pulled him back down.
"You fucked me, Michael is fucking Becky. Simple and why get bent out of shape over it? I didn't figure he had the balls to do it."
"But that's my wife he's fucking!" protested Eddie.
"This is his wife you're fucking. Equal trade, I'd say. And in my case, more than equal. You're a hell of a lot better fuck than Michael."
Eddie silently stood and did as he was told.
Under the open window, they heard the two inside fucking. The lewd smacking noises told how hard Michael was fucking Rebecca. Her snatch had to be burning from the friction between her cunt walls and his prick.
The sounds made Clover uneasy. But it wasn't nervous uneasiness. This was a brand-new excitement. Before, she'd felt cheated in her sex life. Now she was finding new and kinky things to get her off. And with Eddie's cock helping her along, how could she fail to get her rocks off?
"Look at 'em!"
Eddie poked his head over the window sill and let out a low whistle. "I never saw her fuck like that-ever."
The slender girl took in the scene in front of her. Michael had Becky bent over the edge of the bed, fucking her from behind. His mighty prick appeared from between her cuntlips, then vanished again. The sight of her husband's body made the woman shiver. The thought of him fucking Becky made her feel as if she'd come at any instant.
God, how she hated him-but what a difference in his fucking! And the way his ass tightened up into a round, hard ball of muscle turned her on, too. He was built like a Greek god. And he was her husband. She was being turned-on by the sight of her own husband fucking the next door neighbor.
Why couldn't he fuck her like that?
"I ... I can't hold onto it any longer, Clover. Lemme fuck you good. And quick."
She spread her legs wide, her pussy opening up. She looked down between her legs, then drew her fingers across her cunt. The fingers came away drenched with the flood of her thick fuck juices.
"I'm ready, Eddie. Let me feel that cock of yours again, lover!"
She gasped as he bent his knees, maneuvered a little, then straightened. His prick shot skyward, impaling her directly in the cunt. He didn't stop at her cuntlips this time.
The slender girl went weak in the knees and sagged down onto his prick. She felt his bush grinding fiercely into her crotch. The motion of his cock inside her sent fireworks blasting into her head. She came, bigger than ever before.
She heard him saying, "Be quiet, dammit. You're going to make them notice us."
She realized she'd yelled out her passions when she came. That might have attracted her husband's attention. Luckily, the two inside were too wrapped up in their own adulterous fucking to ever notice anything going on elsewhere.
Clover let the man's cock slide free of her pussy as she peered over his shoulder. She got such a fine view of her husband fucking Rebecca. The man seemed tireless, unlike when the two of them were in bed. His mighty cock was a long pole, driving hard and fast between the woman's pussy lips. The spying woman knew what it felt like.
Eddie was giving her the same type of fucking. Her cuntlips were spread wide around his cock as it shot up into her belly, but the sight of the other two screwing affected her more than anything else.
Sure, the cock drilling deep into her pussy was a turn-on. She couldn't have said anything else about it. But actually watching her husband and Eddie's wife fucking while she was getting all the prick she wanted was a double thrill for the peeping woman.
"Keep fucking Eddie, keep going. I need it. I need your goddamn cock so baaaad!"
"Tight," he mumbled. "So tight all around my pecker. How do you do it?"
"I want you. Fuck me harder, haaarder!"
He did his damnedest to give the black-haired beauty what she wanted. He blasted the entire length of her twat. The friction burned away the thick oils lubricating her pussy walls. It seemed as if everything built to one momentous orgasm in the slender girl's body.
"Faster," Clover begged. "Give it to me as fast as you can. Make my cunt burn with your cock!"
Her eyes refused to focus on the couple inside the bedroom. The lust she felt was blur-" ring her vision. She wanted to see, she wanted to desperately. It gave her a new kick, a new sexual thrill. She needed it after five years of sexual boredom with Michael.
It was so kinky being outside, spying, fucking, maybe being spied on by someone in the street. She felt her guts tighten up. She knew another come was stalking her tender young body.
"More, Eddie, MORE!"
He lifted her off her feet with his next upward thrust. She was hung suspended for a brief moment on his prick-and nothing else. Her fingers clutched wildly at his back. She clawed him with her fingernails. Her body twisted around the spike of his impaling cock and drilled it even deeper up into her belly.
She shook the black hair out of her eyes and saw what was going on inside the bedroom. Michael was fondling. Rebecca's boobs while he fucked madly at her pussy. The curve of the woman's ass fit so cleanly into the curve of his groin that Clover thought they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle momentarily come apart.
Then her entire body exploded. If a stick of dynamite had been shoved up her cunt instead of a cock, she couldn't have felt much different. The come blew the top of her head off.
"Unghhhhhhh!" she shrieked out.
And then she felt the hot, wet surge in her cunt that signaled Eddie's come. He blasted out gallon after fiery gallon of his white-hot jism.
The touch of it inside her sensitive cunt set her off again. She was hurled high into the air on the winds of ecstasy ripping through her body. Never had she experienced such an intense come. Her body shivered, her muscles went rigid and the screams of joy were torn from her throat.
She and Eddie sank to the ground, exhausted. They clung to each other for support.
"We shouldn't have, not after Michael found out about us," he said.
"So he shouldn't have gone over to Rebecca and fucked her. And she let him screw her cross-eyed. Remember what went on in there?" She pointed up to the window.
And she felt another tremor pass through her body. This was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in the five years of her marriage. Clover wondered how it would all turn out.