Chapter 6
I had a terrific hangover the next day, and Jack acted kind of strange. I wondered if he suspected that I had been out fucking, but I didn't let it bother me too much. He was still a little aloof by Saturday night, so I confronted him. "What's bugging you, buster? Something I've done?"
"Naw, just some little problems at work. Nothing serious and nothing you've done. Let's go out tonight. Tip a few and dance. I heard of a real wild place where you can really let your hair down," he said.
He looked like he really needed it, so I readily agreed. The kids all had plans, and they were old enough to take care of themselves anyway.
We went to a fancy restaurant and I had lobster and filet. It was expensive, but it sure was worth it. We had a bottle of wine and after-dinner drinks and then Jack took me to this little joint that was filled with smoke and lots of wild music. I'd worn heels, a short skirt and a very sexy see-through blouse. I was wearing a bra, not to hide my tits but to enhance them. But it was sheer, too, and the dark circles around my nipples were quite apparent. I got a lot of leers when we threaded our way to a tiny table.
"Boy, the stag line really noticed you," Jack said.
"Do you mind?" I said.
"Hell no, it makes me proud to think my wife can make all those guys stare and think dirty thoughts."
"Do you really think they're thinking dirty thoughts?" I said, thrilling inside.
"You better believe it. I'll bet there isn't a guy in the joint who doesn't want to fuck you."
"Jack," I cried, trying to blush.
We had two quick rounds to get in the mood and then went to the dance floor. It was wild, disco dancing, and I really showed my stuff. There was finally a slow one and I slid into Jack's arms, pushing myself against him. I leaned on his shoulder and let my hand ride down between us to feel his crotch.
"You're hard, honey," I said.
"So is every other guy in the joint," he said.
"Oh, Jack, you say the nastiest things. I love you so much. Kiss me." He kissed me, his tongue gliding in and out of my mouth. "Do you really think they're hard because of me?"
"Yes, baby. You're the best looking, sexiest, and the best fuck in the place."
"Jack, Jack-it thrills me when you say things like that. I love you-I love you so much. You're the only man for me."
"I know that. It's why I don't mind if men look at you the way they do. It's why I brought Frank Smith home and let him fuck you. It's why any guy here tonight could fuck you and I wouldn't worry."
"Any of them?" I said.
"All of them-one right after the other."
"Oh Jack, you're terrible. I love you, God, how I love you."
We went back to our table and had a couple more rounds. The booze and the dancing had me fuzzy in a hurry. I felt lightheaded, just a little tipsy, and was tingling all over. I reached under the table and felt his crotch again. He wasn't completely hard, but it was still bigger than normal.
"I could use that thing right now, Jack. You could take me out to the car and fuck me and I wouldn't object."
"Would you like to have some guy here take you out and fuck you? Some guy neither one of us knew?"
"I'd rather have you take me out and fuck me," I lied.
"I know that," Jack said, "but wouldn't it be a thrill to have some other guy do it?"
"You know it would," I whispered.
Jack signaled the girl for another round and said, "See that guy over at the table with three men? He's really been giving you the eye."
I glanced over. "Which one?" I said.
"The good-looking one with black hair. Look at him-give him a smile. Maybe he'll come over and ask you to dance."
I knew at that moment that Jack wanted something to happen with another man as much as I did. "Would you let him?" I asked innocently.
"Yes," he said.
I slid my chair around a little, crossed my legs, and looked at the man. He smiled. I smiled back. Our drinks came and we clinked glasses.
"To sex," Jack said.
"Yes, to fucking," I said.
"To extra-marital fucking," Jack said.
I reached under the table and he was completely hard again.
"To extra-marital fucking, then. To getting fucked good, to getting fucked good by another man." I looked at the good-looking young man with black hair and smiled.
"Yes, baby, yes," Jack said. "Drink up."
We tossed down the drinks. Another round came quickly.
"To finding another pair of panties in your car," I said.
Jack grinned. "No way, honey," he said.
I was about to offer another toast when the man I had been smiling at came over to our table.
"Dance?" he said.
I gave him a big smile and said, "You'll have to ask my husband."
He looked at Jack, seemed a little flustered, and said, "Can I dance with your wife?" He obviously resented asking Jack.
"I don't know-can you?" Jack said. "Huh?" the guy said.
"Certainly you may dance with her, if she's willing. I don't own her."
The guy turned and looked at me-didn't ask, just looked.
"I'm willing," I said, and got to my feet.
When we got on the floor the man said, "What the hell was that all about? You knew he didn't give a damn if you danced with me."
"I like for him to think it's his idea," I said.
"Just what I need is a complicated broad," he said.
Before I could answer, the music started and I decided to make him forget that I'm a complicated broad. I still prefer the old-style touch dancing, but this new stuff does give you a better chance to show off what you've got. And I showed it off. When the music stopped we were both flushed and breathing hard.
"Let's do it again a little later," he said.
He was at least fifteen years younger than me and pretty brash, but kind of cute. "Maybe," I said.
"You really turned me on, baby," he said.
I stepped in close and said, "I was trying to."
He was about the same height as I and our lips were inches apart. He hesitated an instant, then kissed me. I slid my arms around his neck and kissed back. My body was tingling.
"Your old man is looking," he said.
"I know it. It turns him on."
"Crazy."
"Later," I said, and went back to my table.
Fresh drinks had already arrived and I quickly drank up. I was feeling no pain by now, but Jack was really getting snockered. His eyes were glazed and I wasn't sure he had even seen us.
"He kissed me," I said.
"I saw," Jack said.
I reached under the tiny table and fumbled with his zipper. "Did it excite you?" I eased my hand into his fly.
"Yeah, but not as much as what you're doing now."
"Oh, you like it when I play with you in public?"
"Makes me buzz all over," he said. "Jeez, I'm really drunk."
"You're really hard, too," I said, sliding my finger and thumb up and down the length of his prick. It was exciting me, too, and I was just about to get his cock out of his pants so I could really jerk him off when a man from the next table came over and asked me to dance. I looked at Jack and he nodded.
"Don't stay away too long," he said.
"Okay, honey. Order another round and I'll be right back."
This guy was bigger and better looking than the first, but we didn't dance long, and I didn't let him kiss me. I wanted to get back because I was afraid Jack might pass out.
I sat down and put my hand back inside his fly. "Are you still hard, Jack?" I asked, feeling that he wasn't.
"I dunno," he said. "I better get some air, honey-I think I'm gonna pass out."
I zipped up his pants. "Let's get you outside," I said.
I got him to his feet and with great effort got him outside. We made it to the car and tumbled together into the back seat. I quickly unzipped him and hauled out his limp cock. I couldn't get him hard with my hand so I bent down and sucked him until he was at full attention.
"Do you want to fuck me here?" I asked.
"Don't think I can, honey-too fucking drunk," he mumbled.
I held his cock tightly in my fist and worked on it with long, easy strokes, palming the cockhead tightly each time I went up on it. "Do you want me to keep going-make you come?"
"Yeah, yeah," he said, lifting up with my hand. "Make me come. Feels good, baby. Wanta come. You gonna let one of those guys fuck you?"
"If you want me to," I said.
"Yeah, honey, want you to. Go back and bring one out here and let him fuck you. Wanta watch, wanta see him fuck you. Awww, baby, gettin' close-feels so good!"
I leaned against him and kissed him. "Oh, honey, I love you so much. I'm getting so hot jacking you off." I blew into his ear and then stuck my tongue in. "Yes, honey, I want one of them to fuck me-maybe more than one."
"Yeah, Jan," he grunted, his body stiffening.
"You're close, aren't you? I can feel it," I said, pumping furiously.
"Goddamn, honey ... comin'! I'm comin'!"
The first wad spurted up and then the rest poured out onto my fist. I kept pumping, watching the cum bubble out, run over the cockhead and onto my hand. He was almost done when I bent down and closed my mouth over the sticky mess. I sucked what was left from his cock and then slurped up the pool on the top of my fist.
"Did you like that, honey?" I said. He didn't answer. He was out cold.
I cleaned him up with my lips and tongue and then tucked his cock away. After stretching him out as comfortably as I could, I went back into the tavern. The music was blaring, the air thick with smoke and fumes. I went back to my table, but it was already occupied. I was about to leave when the man I had danced with grabbed my arm.
"Hey, baby, I thought you split with your old man," he said.
"My old man is out in the car. He passed out," I said.
"Now that's a dirty shame. Here, take my chair-I'll get one from this next table."
"Well, maybe for a few minutes. I really should get Jack home and to bed."
"Sure you should," he said.
I sat down, but not for a few minutes-more like two hours. There were three of them: Jerry, Fred, and Abe. I liked Abe the best-he was the big, good-looking one. They kept the drinks coming and I was soon quite drunk. I danced with all of them, showing off more and more as I got drunker. I would lean across the table, resting my chin in my hand, so they could get a good look at my hefty tits, and on the dance floor I lifted my skirt higher and higher until I had it to my crotch. I have a nice ass, especially in skin-tight panties, and I wanted the men to see it.
It was after midnight when I realized how drunk I was. "Jesus, I'm too drunk to drive home," I said, leaning heavily against Jerry's arm.
"We'll get you home, baby. It's early. Have another drink," he said.
"Christ, I'll pass out. Do you want me to pass out?"
"Hell, no," he said. "Maybe we better go."
"Someone will have to drive my car. Jack has to get home, too," I said.
They figured it all out and I ended up in the front seat between Jerry and Fred. Abe followed in their car. Fred drove mine. Jack was out cold in the back.
Jerry put his arm around me and kissed me. I liked the way he kissed, and kissed back. We had kissed several times before I realized he had his hand inside my dress. My bra was very thin and he had my nipple hard.
"Stop that or I'll slap your face," I said.
"Sure you will," he said, his fingers inside my brassiere.
"You think I won't?" I cried indignantly.
"Yes, I think you won't."
He had called my bluff so I playfully slapped his cheek, then quickly kissed it. "I didn't mean it," I said.
"Let's get your dress open so I can see them," he said, ignoring my slap. He got my dress open down to my waist, spread it wide, and pulled the bra above my tits. "Jesus-nice tits, baby," he said.
"Really, Jerry, you shouldn't be doing that. My husband is in the back seat." I wasn't thinking about my husband, though, I was thinking about how excited I was getting.
Jerry bent down and pulled a nipple between his lips, then nipped at it with his teeth.
I grabbed his head and pressed it tightly against my tits. "Ooooooh, honey-that feels nice," I cooed.
"Hey, shithead, don't wear her out before I get parked," Fred yelped.
I took Fred's hand and put it on my other tit. "There's enough for you, too, Fred, and don't waste time looking for a parking place-we can go to my place. Just pull right into the garage." I closed my eyes and held Jerry's head against my tit while I gave Fred directions. "Don't drive too fast, Fred-we don't want to lose Abe."
"Don't worry about that; he's right behind us," Fred said.
"Is it his car?"
"Naw, it's Jerry's. We drew straws and he lost-that's why he's driving. I'm driving because Jerry won."
I leaned down to Jerry's ear. "I'm glad you won, Jerry," I whispered. "Push Fred's hand away and suck the other one."
Fred protested, but Jerry got his lips clamped to my other tit. "Suck it, honey-suck it good," I moaned. I was doubly excited knowing they had drawn straws to see who got me first. I guess they never doubted that they were going to get me, but I wouldn't have doubted it, either, the way I had acted. I guess it shows that I'm an easy fuck.
I felt Jerry's hand under my skirt, moving up my leg. "You're so naughty, Jerry, and you're taking advantage of me. I'm so drunk and you've made me so excited sucking on my titties. You really must stop." I let my legs come slowly open to accommodate his rising hand. He finally reached the top and slid his fingers into the damp hair around my pussy. I gave a sharp moan.
"Jesus, where's your panties? I know you were wearing a pair; I saw them when we danced," he said.
"I took them off the last time I went to the girl's room. The crotch was all wet, anyway."
"I can see why," Jerry said. "Shit, lady, you're soaking wet-your pussy's soaking wet."
"I guess you've made me excited," I said. "Are you excited, too?"
"What do you think?" he said, putting my hand on the bulge in his pants.
"I think you're excited," I said. I fumbled at his zipper. . ,, "Need help?" Jerry said.
"I'll get it," I said, "Don't stop what you're doing." He had a thick finger all the way up my cunt.
It was a struggle, but I got him unzipped and hauled his prick out into my hand. It was a nice, healthy prick-hard and throbbing. "Ooooooh, nice, and so big," I said.
"Shit," Fred said, "look at this."
I glanced over and saw that Fred had his cock out. It was bigger than Jerry's, hard and shining in the dash lights. I gave a little gasp, knowing I was going to have them both.
"You guys are pretty damn sure of yourselves. What makes you think I'll go all the way with either of you?"
They both laughed, dirty laughs.
I meant to say, "I'm not fucking anyone," but it came out wrong. I said, "I'll fuck anybody!" I blushed, I really did, and added softly, "I want all three of you to fuck me."
Fred turned into the drive and pulled into the garage. He quickly cut the engine. "Where's the bedroom?" he said.
"Oh, we can't go in. My three kids are in there," I cried.
"Then why the fuck did you say to come here?" he said angrily.
"I ... I guess I forgot. I ... I'm drunk, dammit. I'm sorry," I stammered.
"Stupid goddamn cunt-now we'll have to fuck you in the car," Fred snorted.
"Goddamn you, if you don't like it, you can just leave," I cried, almost in tears.
"Relax, baby-no problem," Jerry said, "and you shut your fucking mouth, Fred. Hell, the ear's okay, or better than that, you got a backyard and a blanket. We'll be quiet."
"Yes, we can have a little party," I cried, the anger forgotten. "Did Abe get here?"
In answer, the car door opened and there stood Abe. He saw my hand wrapped around Jerry's cock, my skirt up over my hips and Jerry's hand against my hairy cunt. He grinned.
"Good, you're all here and we can have our party," I cried. "We'll have to take Jack in first, though."
Fred groaned.
"She's right, asshole," Jerry said. "I'll help her get him in and get a blanket. You assholes wait out here."
I squeezed his cock tighter. He was a take-charge guy; I liked that.
I wasn't much help getting Jack in the house because I was a lot drunker than I'd thought and could barely manage walking. Jerry was strong, though, and hoisted Jack up and lugged him inside. I led him to the bedroom and he flopped Jack onto the bed. I arranged Jack on the bed and then looked up; Jerry had his pants and shorts down, his cock thrusting out.
"Lay down, baby, we're gonna fuck," he said.
"Jerry, not in here. My kids will hear us," I cried.
"To hell with your fucking kids. I can't wait. Come on, let's fuck."
I looked at his throbbing cock and wanted it, wanted it something awful. I couldn't wait, either. I lifted my skirt up over my hips and got on the bed beside Jack. "Fuck me!" I said.
He got between my legs and I quickly inserted him. "Mmmmmmm-wonderful, honey-fucking wonderful," I moaned. God, his prick felt so good sinking into my pussy. "Yes, Jerry, fuck me."
I raised my knees up and then back down and then back up, fucking him, making it good for both of us. The thrills swelled inside me. I was made for fucking, made to have a hard cock in my belly.
I think I was coming when I realized the other men were in the bedroom watching. It thrilled me to have them there waiting their turn. I grunted and screamed and bit Jerry's ear.
"Jesus, she really gets with it," I heard Abe say.
"Yeah, yeah, with it," I moaned. "Fuck me, Jerry-keep fucking me."
"Goddamn, I'm coming, baby!" Jerry cried, and pumped his jism into my cunt.
He crawled off and then there were hands all over me. They undressed me and spread me out. I opened my eyes and saw Abe and Fred standing by the bed. They were both naked, their hard cocks standing straight out. They looked so lean and hard and young and beautiful.
"It's your turn, Fred," Abe said. "Hurry up-fuck her."
"I won't last long, kid. Jesus, what a hot cunt," Fred said.
I reached out and grabbed Fred's prick. "Yes, Fred, fuck me."
Fred fucked me. He shoved his great big prick into my cunt and fucked me. I reached over and held Jack's limp hand while Fred reamed his cock in and out. He wasn't as good a lover as Jerry, and didn't kiss me-just fucked for his own release. He got his release quickly, squirting a thick wad of cum in with Jerry's.
He got off and Abe quickly took his place. "God, I thought he would never come," Abe said.
"I thought he came too quick," I said.
"Jesus, you're gooey in there. Talk about sloppy thirds."
"Don't think about it," I said, wrapping my legs over his back. "I've been saving myself for you, darling. You're the one I wanted to fuck with right from the start. Get it all the way in, Abe-fuck me good."
He was in all the way and I held him tightly in place, my legs clamped over his back. I could feel how slippery and messy I was and loved it, loved the thought of yet another load of male cum squirting into me. I wished there was a dozen more men lined up to take their turn. I wanted to fuck all night. I started coming again-I hadn't with Fred-and shoved my tongue into Abe's mouth.
"Oh, oh, Abe honey, I'm coming," I moaned. "Feels so good, so fucking good. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love this. Don't stop, honey-keep that prick in there and keep it hard."
I hunched under him, grinding my ass around and around. It felt better each time he jammed in until I thought I would pass out. And then he was coming, too, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He gushed inside me, pumping gob after gob of delicious cum into me. I held him there as long as I could, but finally had to let him off. I lay panting, my legs open, my cunt full of cum.
"I always get hard again when I watch," Fred said, and before I could move, he was thrusting his cock against my lips.
I let my mouth open and took the head of his big prick inside. I had only sucked it for a few moments when he started thrusting like he had in my cunt. It almost gagged me, but I managed and he quickly unleashed his load. I drank the thick jism from his cock, sucking until there was nothing left. I offered to suck Abe's, too, but he declined.
"Where's Jerry?" I asked. "He will be ready for me to suck by this time."
"He's gone, probably out in the car. He does things like that," Abe said.
They got dressed and left. I got up and staggered towards the bathroom, but heard noises from the direction of the children's room. I felt a stab of fear when I saw Jerri's door open and the light on. I looked in and saw that Jerry hadn't gone to the car, he was on top of my Jerri. They were both naked.
I stood and watched them fuck. I heard my daughter moaning and then she cried out, "Oh, God, that is good! Keep fucking, you sonofa-bitch-I'm about to come!"
I leaned against the wall, feeling a little sick. I listened to her grunting and saw her legs jerking and knew she was coming. I turned and went to the bathroom, the cum running down the insides of my legs. I sat on the potty and hadn't sat there more than five minutes when Jerri came in. She was naked. Her nipples were large and very dark and the mass of pubic hair was unusually thick for a girl her age.
"Hello, Mother," she said casually. "Did you and Daddy have a nice time?"
"Don't you know how to knock? And you shouldn't run around in the nude," I said.
She seemed to ignore me and got a drink of water. Then she turned and faced me. "I saw those men fuck you, Mother," she said.
"I'm drunk and I'm sick, Jerri. I don't want to talk about it tonight," I said.
She started to say something and then turned and left. I knew I should have said something in my defense, even confronted her with her own indiscretion, but I just didn't feel like it. I was pretty sure I wouldn't feel like it tomorrow, either.