Chapter 7
I awakened the next morning with a terrible hangover, the worst I could remember. Jack rolled over and rested on an elbow when I sat up. We were both naked, but I certainly didn't remember undressing him before I passed out. I remembered watching Jerri and that man fuck and then her barging into the bathroom on me and telling me she had seen me with those men.
"Jesus, my head is splitting. Would you get me a Bromo, Jack?" I said.
"I don't feel too goddamn good myself," he said, and got up and went to the bathroom.
I watched him leave the room. His ass was still lean and firm, his thighs hard and smooth. He was easily the equal of those young studs and he was forty years old. He was gone several minutes. I watched his cock when he came back in. It was drawn into his thick mat of hair, but it still bounced a little as he walked. He came over to the bed and handed me a fizzing glass of milky liquid.
"I took a leak and had one myself while I was in there. I feel better already-I think," he said.
He sat down on the bed while I drained the Bromo. He cupped one of my tits and said, "Wow, I really tied one on last night. Did you get as drunk as I did?"
"It took me a little longer, but yes, I got as drunk as you did."
"I must have passed out cold. I don't remember anything after we left the bar."
"I passed out, too, but not until we got home."
"I don't know how you got me into bed. You sure take good care of me," he said, softly rubbing my nipple. It was hard.
"I love you," I said, and took his hand and moved it down between my legs. I still felt lousy, but his hand felt good on my pussy. He played with my clit until I moistened and then pushed his finger into my cunt.
He kissed me and then said, "Did you get fucked last night?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Which one?"
I hesitated a moment and thought, what the hell? "All three," I said.
"Oh, shit, that turns me on," he said. "Are you up to a fuck?"
"I'm always up to a fuck."
He pushed me back onto the bed and crawled between my legs. His cock pushed right in, opening me like a flower in the morning sun. It felt good-thick and hard and long-every bit as good as any of the three of the night before. "Fuck me, honey-fuck me hard and make me come," I moaned.
It was better because of the previous night-it improved my sex with Jack. Fucking with other men made me a better wife to Jack.
"I passed out too soon last night-missed all the fun. Were they good?" Jack said.
"Yes. They were all good," I answered.
"How did they do it-one right after another?"
"Yes, honey-one, two, three. I sucked two of them off, too."
"Goddamn! I better stop a minute or I'll come. Are you close yet?"
"Not yet, but it feels good. Rest a moment so we can make it last longer. I want you to make me come."
He stopped humping, his weight heavy on top of me, his cock in deep. It felt good in there even without moving.
I heard something or sensed something and remembered the bedroom door was wide open; someone was watching us. I didn't care anymore and wondered which one it was-or maybe even all three. If it was Jerri, it might make her feel better to know that I fucked with Daddy, too. It made me hotter to know that we were being watched and I raised my legs up over his back.
"Fuck me some more, darling," I said louder than necessary. "Don't come too quick. Just fuck me and make me feel good."
He started pumping and his cock, which had softened slightly, went rigid. Maybe he knew we were being watched, too. I humped with him, loud moans slipping from my lips.
"Is it good for you, baby? As good as last night?" he cried.
"Yes, yes," I hissed. "Wonderful, it's wonderful! Oh, Jack, fuck me hard, fuck me fast-I'm almost there."
I started to come then, jerking wildly under him, grunting and crying out. "Good, good, good! Oh, darling, Jack, I'm coming. Shit, fuck, piss ... it's good! I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, my darling, keep fucking!"
Jack hammered into me. I held him tightly with my legs, both arms flailing wildly against the bed. I felt his cock thicken and throb and then he was pumping his jizz into my pussy.
"Aw fuck, I'm coming too," he grunted.
"Yes, good-yes, let it come, Jack. Squirt it into me!"
We writhed for a few seconds more and then lay still. We were both breathing hard, gasping for each breath of air. He raised up, pulling his cock free, and fell beside me on the bed.
"Good fuck," he gasped.
"Yes, the best, darling," I answered.
"Did those three studs enjoy you as much as I just did?"
"They wanted to fuck me pretty bad, Jack," I said.
"I imagine any man would," he said.
I thought it strange that he would keep going back to the night before and decided he must feel a little guilty himself. Probably he was getting a little away from home, too. He had suggested I turn them on and let them fuck me; it was all his idea. I turned to him and kissed him hard. "I love you, Jack," I said.
I finally got up, slipped on a robe, and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Jerri came in first and acted as if nothing had happened last night, which made it easier for me. I decided then that I would have to be more careful at home, at least with other men because now Jerri made me uneasy; I knew she knew even though she didn't let on. I didn't mind if they knew Jack and I fucked-that's to be expected. Or even if they peeked in on us-it excited me to think that one or more watched while we fucked.
We all had breakfast together, but none of the children acted differently, so I had no idea who had been watching. I was still naked under my robe, but everyone else was dressed. Jack had recovered from his hangover and was taking Joyce to the museum. I begged off because I still didn't feel good and I hate museums. Jerri had a date somewhere-probably to go and fuck-and John had a ball game. I felt like hell and was staying home.
I got up from the table and announced I was going back to bed because I didn't feel well. Jack followed me to make sure I was okay. I told him no to worry-just a hangover-and to go ahead. He patted my cheek and left. I hadn't been in bed ten minutes before my head started aching again; I got up and went to the bathroom for an aspirin. I was at the door of the bathroom when I head Jerri giggling. I went to investigate. She was standing in the hall outside John's room, and when she went in I scurried down the hall.
"Playing with yourself again," I heard Jerri say.
"Naw, just giving him a little exercise," John said manfully.
I went to the door and peeked in. John had his cock out of his pants and in his hand. Jerri pushed his hand away and took hold of his prick.
"You gave him a good workout last night. Remember?" Jerri said.
"I sure do remember, Sis. We really had a good fuck. Mom and Dad can go out all they want," John said, and laughed.
"Yeah, especially like they did last night."
I froze, fearing she was going to tell John about my bringing three men home to fuck. She didn't, though, because John wasn't interested enough to ask what she meant. "Wanta ball now?" she said, and I sighed a breath of relief.
"Sounds great, but I haven't got time. If I'm late for the game, I'll get kicked off the team," John said.
"If you'll kiss my pussy a few times, I'll suck you off. It won't take long."
"Okay, you've got me pretty hot standing there pulling on my prick," John said.
Jerri let go of his prick and lifted her skirt all the way up. She was naked underneath. John kneeled down and put his beautiful mouth between her thighs. I knew Jerri was in heaven because I remember how good his little tongue can feel, and besides, she was sighing and pushing against him with considerable urgency.
"You don't have to bring me off, honey," she said. "Just make it feel good. I'm meeting a guy in about thirty minutes; he'll take over where you leave off."
John pulled back. "Gee, Sis, you gonna let me fuck you?"
"Hell, yes, it's the only reason I'm going out with him," she said, and pulled his face back to her cunt. "Now get back to work; I was just starting to feel good. Mmmmmm, nice, baby, you're really getting good at this. I won't tell you who he is because you know him-but he's older, almost thirty, and really goooood! He's married, too, and I know his wife. That makes it more exciting."
Evidently John was excited, too, because he raised and said, "It's my turn now, Sis."
"Okay," she said, and pushed him back onto the bed. "I'll bring you off good, honey." She went to her knees beside the bed and slurped in his prick.
I stood watching, not with shock, but with envy; I wanted his delicious little cock in my mouth. I had been wondering why he hadn't been after me to fuck; now I knew. I watched until he started jerking and I knew he was pouring his sweet, syrupy load into her mouth. Then I went quickly down the hall.
I went to the kitchen instead of the bathroom, got a bottle of Scotch and took it back to the bedroom with me. I nursed my hangover with Scotch instead of aspirin, and by the time the kids left I was feeling no pain whatsoever. I reached for the phone and dialed Tony's number. I was in luck and Tony answered.
"Hi, darling," I said.
"Jan," he said.
"Yes, it's Jan, and I love you-and I'm lonely."
"I love you, too, and I'm lonely for you," he said.
"Is Vera there?"
"No, she went bowling."
"That's good. I've been thinking of you all day and I'm at home alone. Can you come over?"
"Jesus, yes," he said.
"See how fast you can get here," I said, and hung up.
I had never had Tony in Jack's bed and I wanted him there. It was dangerous-someone might come home-but I just didn't give a damn. I poured another Scotch, flipped my robe open and started playing with myself. I would be just drunk enough when he got here, and I was already hot enough.
When the doorbell rang, I felt wonderful. My head was light with booze and my pussy was frothy with cunt juice. I went to the door with my robe flowing behind me, completely exposed.
Tony stepped into the house and I was in his arms. "My darling, my darling, my darling," I moaned, our lips mashing together. We stood there kissing for a long time before I took his hand and said, "Let's go in the bedroom."
He was naked immediately and on top of me. "How long have we got?" he said.
"At least two hours," I said, guessing, not caring. "God, Tony, get it in-fuck me. I want you so bad."
I felt his wonderful cock open my cuntlips and then it was sliding in, smoothly and quickly. I moaned with pleasure. It was so big and hard and wonderful. At that moment, I wished Jerri would come walking in and see us. Tony is so good that I suddenly wanted to share him with her, to show her what a really great fuck is like. It would be a real kick to watch him spread her open and shove his cock up inside her. The thought made me tingle all over.
"God, Tony-good, so good. Keep doing it just like that. Ahhh, my darling, I love it so when you fuck me," I cried.
I could suddenly understand Jerri; she had discovered the joy of fucking already. She is a teenage slut-an easy fuck-an eager fuck. I thought of going out with her some night. We could go to a bar together-she looks old enough to pass in a bar-and we could get a little drunk and maybe, just maybe, pick up a couple men.
I started to come and I came back to reality. I was lying flat on my back, naked. My legs were spread out, my cunt was spread open by a big, hard cock, and I was coming. My belly heaved with the thrill of a cock-induced orgasm. I grunted, flopping my head from side to side. Jesus, it felt so good.
"Goddamn, Jan, you really come hard," Tony snorted. "Harder than anyone I've ever fucked."
"It's so good, darling-my darling. I love it when you fuck me like this and make come. Ahhh, it still feels good-keep fucking, honey!" I cried.
"I'm getting close too, honey. I want to come in your mouth-I want your sweet lips to finish me off."
"Yes, I think I'd like that," I sighed, my orgasm receding to a mellow glow in my legs and belly. It was a good feeling, satisfying and pleasant.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back. I sat up, looked at him and smiled, then went quickly down on him, nuzzling my nose and lips into his pubic hair. It was soft now, sticky and wet from the copious juices from my cunt.
I sucked at his hair while I cradled his balls in my hand; they were big and firm, pulled tight in their sac by his tremendous hard-on. I let the tips of my fingers slide lightly back through the hairy crack of his ass and while I played lightly in the deep crevice, brought my lips up the length of his cock. Reaching the straining tip, I puckered and pushed my lips down around the cockhead. He moaned with pleasure when I started sucking. I sucked for a moment, pulling the thin, syrupy cum from the hole, and then brought my hand back and gripped his cockshaft tightly. I jerked him off while I sucked. I managed to hold him off with my fist for a few moments, but not for long, because he heaved up and grunted, his thick, creamy cum spewing into my mouth. He had a terrific load. Wad after wad squirted out. I let the rich, wonderful stuff fill my mouth, and then pulled away, tilted back my head, and let it slide hotly down my gullet. I savored the burning sensation, wishing I had more.
I lay back down, my head on his thigh, and drew his cock back into my mouth, sucking gently, caressing the tender knob with my tongue. I held him like this for a long time, enjoying his cock even after it was completely soft. It was soft and weak because I had made it so, and I liked that. I would make it hard again, too-if not today, then tomorrow or the next day.
I let his cock fall from my mouth and moved up his body with my lips. When I reached his mouth, I whispered softly, "I love you, my darling Tony," and kissed him hard, pushing my tongue deep. At this moment, while he sucked at my tongue, I would have left Jack and run away with Tony, but I knew the feeling would pass after he left. Tony would want me exclusively, I knew, but Jack let me have other men.
"I don't want you to go, honey, but I'm afraid you'd better," I said, after our deep kiss.
"I don't want to leave, but I know I must. I don't want your husband to come home and catch me here and shoot me."
"He wouldn't do that."
"How do you know he wouldn't do that?"
"I just know he wouldn't," I said, knowing he would be too turned on to shoot anybody.
Jack and Joyce returned not fifteen minutes after Tony had left. I wanted him to make love to me the minute he got home, but he wouldn't-said Joyce would hear us. It upset me. I had another Scotch, took a hot bath, and masturbated. I had a come sliding the bar of soap back and forth against my clitty. It felt so good to hold my cunt lips open under the hot water and rub myself off with the hard soap. I wondered if I could ever get enough.
After dinner, Jack still wasn't up to it, but offered to go down on me. I spread out and naked on the bed, smoking a cigarette, while Jack kneeled at the foot and ate my cunt. The lights were on, the door was wide open, and someone watched; I know because I heard them. It was all very exciting and I had another orgasm.
Jack worked late on Tuesday, so I met Tony after dinner for a quickie and we had an absolutely glorious fuck in his car. We made a bridge date for Thursday night, a date where we no longer played bridge; we just made love. I loved Tony-his magnificent young body, his good mind, good looks, and most of all, his big, hard cock.