Chapter 7
"Hi, honey," Mike said sarcastically. "I thought I'd surprise you by coming home early." He had a strained smile on his face, and Joanne knew he was ready to kill. "This guy your husband?" Nick asked. "Yes," Joanna said weakly. "Well, I guess we better run along, then," Nick said, leaping off the bed and heading for the door. Kurt was right behind him, and Mike stood aside to let them through the door. He didn't even look at them. His eyes were riveted to his naked, flushed wife. Nobody said anything till Kurt and Nick noisily exited from the apartment.
"Get dressed and come to the living room, Joanne," Mike said coldly. "We've got some talking to do."
Now Joanne saw who was standing behind him. It was Trish's husband Dean. Mike must have invited him in for a drink. It was a lucky thing, after all, that Trish had been delayed at work, otherwise she would have been caught, too. Joanne wished she had been that lucky. But there was nothing to do now but face the music.
First, though, she'd better try phoning Trish and warning her about what had happened. She grabbed the bedside phone and dialed Trish's number, but there was no answer even after a dozen rings. Trish was still at work or, worse, on her way to Joanne's apartment. But there was nothing Joanne could do about it. She flung on a robe and grimly marched out to the living room.
Mike and Dean were sitting there sipping strong drinks of scotch, and when Joanne walked into the room, Dean said uneasily, "Look, Mike, maybe I better run along and leave you two alone."
"Don't," Mike said. "I don't trust myself, Dean. I need you here in case I feel like hitting on her."
That made Joanne angry. Had she really done something so awful that it deserved a beating?
"All right, dammit," she snapped, "so I cheated on you. I was fed up with being left alone so much, Mike. I got horny for you-can you understand that? I think I'm entitled to a normal sex life, just like any other woman, and if you can't give it to me, I'll get it from somebody else."
"Oh, I can give it to you, all right," Mike snarled, "and you're gonna get it right now."
He slammed down his drink, leaped up, and grabbed her. Before Dean could stop him, he was pulling off her robe, leaving her naked. Joanne gasped and tried to cover her big quivering tits and pretty black bush, but Mike grabbed her arms and held them away from her body. He ran his eyes up and down her tall ripe figure, and she saw the crotch of his pants swell and bulge.
"Yeah, I can give it to you, all right," he growled.
He was furious with her, but also very aroused. He must still have that image in his mind of how she looked when he first walked into the bedroom. He was seeing her naked, on her hands and knees, taking Nick's pile-driving cock from behind and sucking hungrily on Kurt's squirting prick. In spite of himself, he'd been wildly turned on by that scene.
"Sit down," he snapped, pushing her over the couch. Joanne sat down with a thump, her big beautiful tits bouncing.
"Hey, Mike, calm down," Dean urged.
"Whatever she did, you've got no right to hurt her for it."
"I'm not gonna hurt her," Mike said, starting to pull off his shirt. "I'm gonna fuck her. I'm gonna give her a fucking she'll never forget. I'm gonna show her I can give it to her just as good as any other guy."
"Well, I'd better leave, then," Dean said, starting to get up.
"Oh, don't do that, buddy," Mike said, his eyes still hotly glued to his wife's lush naked body. "Joanne wouldn't want that. She likes fucking two guys instead of one. So I'm gonna need your help. We don't wanta disappoint the little lady, do we?"
Dean said nothing. For the first time he'd permitted himself to look at Joanne, and his mouth was hanging open. Joanne knew she was quite a contrast to his own wife, Trish. Trish was a doll, but she was petite and blonde and delicate, while Joanne was tall, black-haired, and statuesque. That had to turn him on, that sharp contrast. And of course he, too, had seen her making it with Nick and Kurt. He swallowed hard and sat down again, taking a big gulp of his drink.
Meanwhile Mike was stripping naked. Joanne had never seen him like this, completely out of his mind with lust and anger. It excited her in a kinky kind of way. She knew he was going to be rough with her, but at least his mind wasn't going to be on the clock. For once he wouldn't be thinking about getting to the airport or making a meeting. She felt her pussy starting to cream and swell.
"Show us what you've got, bitch," Mike spat, "open your legs for us." He was down to his shorts, and the fly was bulging obscenely.
Getting more hotly excited by the second, Joanne obeyed, spreading her legs wide and showing the two men the wet pink flesh of her gash and its fine fringe of black curls. She saw Mike's big cock throb and lurch beneath the thin cloth of his shorts. She glanced at Dean and saw that he, too, had a hard-on. He'd finished his drink, and he was sitting at the edge of his seat, watching the scene intently.
Mike skinned out of his shorts, and Joanne focused hungrily on his steel-stiff eight-inch cock. It stood straight up, blue veins bulging on the shaft, and it was drooling thick streams of juice. His enormous blond-furred balls were hugely bloated, bulging between his heavily-muscled thighs. She'd never felt so turned on to him before, and she shivered lustily as he approached her.
"On your back," he ordered.
Joanne swung her legs onto the couch and sank down on her back. Then Mike arranged her legs the way he wanted them, one long shapely leg thrown up over the back of the couch, the other dangling off the edge. Her wet pink slit was lewdly and totally exposed. Dean gawked at it and licked his lips. Then Mike knelt between her widely parted thighs and glared down at her, his eyes glazed with lust.
"If you think you can't get enough sex from me, you're wrong, bitch," he growled. "I'm gonna prove that to you right now. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't stand any more fucking."
It's about time, Joanne thought dryly. But she said nothing, only lay there almost writhing with lust and anticipation as Mike glared at her, his enormous eight-incher weaving stiffly before him and dripping hot globs of cream onto her belly. Then he growled with lust and threw himself onto her, his steel-hard prick ramming brutally into her snug little cunt. She gasped as he shoved the ramrod of flesh clear to her womb, reaming and raking her tight cuntal tunnel.
"UNNNHHHHHH!" she gasped.
"Take it, bitch," he growled, "take like you took that other guy's cock."
He roughly shoved his hands under her ass and gripped it hard, digging his fingers into the tender flesh. There was no way she could escape the battering ram of his cock. He snarled and started fucking into her hard and fast, not bothering to be gentle or to ease her into it. It hurt, yet at the same time she found it hotly exciting. She was being raped by her own husband, something she'd fantasized about for a long time.
"Unnnhhhh, noooo," she wailed, knowing her protests would turn him on.
"Just keep quiet and take it," he growled. "I'll show you what a real fucking is like."
That was just what Joanne was hoping for. This kinky combination of pain and pleasure was turning her on like crazy. Each time Mike roughly slammed his rock-hard cock against her womb, she felt a searing rush of ecstasy, and she began to cream, drenching his slamming prick with molten juice. The slick juice eased his way, and his pounding cock didn't hurt any more. It just gave her blast after blast of pleasure.
"Unnnhhhh, Mike, UNNNHHHHH!" she moaned, clawing at his shoulders. She arched her body up to take his prick as deep as she could. She was just letting herself go completely when she remembered that they had an audience.
Mike had gotten her so excited with his almost savage fucking, that she'd forgotten Dean was in the room. She looked up and saw that he'd left his chair and was standing right beside the couch, watching them fuck. He watched Mike's trim ass knotting and jerking as he pistoned his stiff cock in Joanne's juicy hot pussy hole. His face was flushed with arousal, and he was breathing harshly.
Most exciting of all to Joanne, he had an enormous cock stand. The fly of his jeans was sharply tented, as if his engorged prick was trying to tear loose from its prison. His bloated balls bulged in the crotch of his pants. She creamed hugely as she stared at his hard-on, knowing she'd be taking his cock, too, before long. Mike wanted to punish her by making her fuck his buddy.
Well, she could hardly wait for her punishment. And she loved the punishment she was getting right now as she held her legs in that obscenely open position and let Mike hammer his stiff fuck-tool into her red-hot little box. She dug her nails into his shoulders and gurgled in ecstasy as she took his steady hard fucking.
"How do you like it, bitch?" he hissed.
She wasn't going to play his game any more.
"Ahhhhhhh, I love it, Mike," she moaned, "I love the way you're fucking me, baby."
She heard Dean snicker, and then Mike broke into helpless laughter. With just that one remark from her, the whole mood of the scene changed. The anger was gone, and only the lust was left.
"Goddamit," Mike laughed, "I'm supposed to be punishing you."
"I know, darling," Joanne purred, "and I hope you'll never stop." She ground her slippery cuntal tube around his deep-thrust cock to add emphasis to her words. Then she looked up at Dean and said huskily, "Why don't you take off your clothes and get comfortable, Dean?"
Mike seemed even more turned on than before, now that she was acting like a wanton slut. He gave a lusty growl and fucked hard and fast into her seething little pussy hole, their bellies smacking loudly together. His thick cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot cream from her gripping twat. That wicked noise turned both of them on, and they fucked at each other like animals, snarling and growling.
"Yesss, fuck it to me, you big bastard, FUCK!" Joanne moaned. "Fuck the living shit out of me, Mike!"
"You better believe I will," he leered.
He sank down hard on her, squeezing her to him and clawing her ass as he fucked her mercilessly and hard. Over his shoulder she looked at Dean. He'd quickly stripped off his clothes and was standing there naked, watching them fuck, his eyes hot and horny. He had a magnificent seven-inch prick, as thick as a woman's wrist, and it weaved heavily in front of him, engorged and stiff. Joanne creamed furiously at the sight of it.
Mike thought her creaming was for him. "Yeah, baby, I felt that good hot juice," he panted, fucking into her even harder.
But Joanne and Dean knew who she'd really creamed for. She held his gaze and stuck out her tongue, running it suggestively around her lips, and Dean leered at her. His big cock gave a lusty jump and dripped hot cream onto the rug. Much as she loved her husband and his tireless hard cock, she could hardly wait to fuck his best buddy.
Going out of her mind with excitement, she fucked hard at her husband, meeting each lusty lunge of his cock with a greedy jerk of her hips, no taking the throbbing boner clear to her womb. She drenched his prick with molten juice, and their bellies smacked loudly and wetly together as they both raced toward an urgently-needed come. It was the best fuck they'd ever had, the most wild and lusty and uninhibited.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" Joanne shrieked.
"Ahhhhhh, baby, I'm gonna come," Mike groaned. "Get ready, I'm gonna cream you full."
"Ooooooo, yeah, give it to me, baby, come in me," she sobbed.
Dean's cock gave another violent lurch and dripped more hot cream as he watched husband and wife fucking at each other like wild animals. When Mike invited him to stop by for a quick drink, he sure as hell hadn't expected anything like this. For the few months of his new marriage, he'd been a perfectly faithful husband. Now he wanted more than anything in the world to cram his engorged dick into the hot little cunt of his best friend's wife.
It wasn't that he didn't love Trish, but this scene was just turning him on like crazy and he hadn't been laid in a week. Joanne was right-those road trips were hell on everybody. He could have dressed and hurried home to Trish, but he had to admit he was aching to fuck Joanne. And since Mike had actually invited him to do it, why not? He shivered lustily as he watched Mike's huge boner slamming in and out of Joanne's juice-gushing box.
"AHHHHHHHH, MIKE, I'M COMING," she suddenly wailed, "OOOOOOOOO, BABY, AHHHHHHHH!"
"TAKE MY COME," Mike roared, "TAKE IT, AAAGGGHHHHH!"
Dean practically came himself just from watching them. They humped furiously at each other, snarling and groaning and clawing. He saw Mike's thick jizz fill and overflow Joanne's snug box. The pearly juice sizzled down the crack of her ass and puddled on the couch. At last they-went still, and Mike rolled off her with a big satisfied grin. Joanne got to her feet and brushed against Dean, frankly eying his lust-engorged prick.
"I'll be right with you, Dean," she purred, "I just want to clean up a little."
"Sure, baby, I'll be waiting," he leered.
After a quick clean-up, Joanne ducked into her bedroom and dialed Trish's number again. This time Trish was home. Joanne said, "Listen carefully, I've gotta make this fast. The party's still on, but with different guys. Mike came home and caught me, and Dean was with him. I can't explain everything, but if you wanta get in on some really hot fucking, get over here right now."
She heard a gasp from Trish as she hung up. She knew her friend was mystified, but she didn't have time to say more. The men were waiting for her. She strode back to the living room and accepted a drink from Mike, who was playing bartender now.
They clicked glasses and looked at each other as they took their first sip. Mike was grinning when he lowered his glass.
"So those road trips really got to you, huh?" he said.
"I got so horny I couldn't stand it," Joanne said frankly. "Didn't you get horny when you were away?"
"Are you kidding?" Mike sighed. "About all we talked about was pussy."
"That's right," Dean confirmed. "There were plenty of times we were tempted to cheat. There are basketball groupies, you know."
"Then you should go ahead and have fun with them," Joanne said. "I don't know why any of us have to be frustrated just because you guys go on the road."
"You've got yourself a deal, honey," Mike said, giving her a squeeze. "It makes sense to me."
"It makes sense to me,-too," Dean sighed, "but I doubt Trish will see it that way."
Joanne stifled a giggle. She knew better. She knew Trish would be delighted with an arrangement that allowed her to swing when Dean was away. But she'd let him find that out for himself. Trish would be arriving soon. It was time to set the stage for her appearance. Joanne drained her glass and walked up to Dean, fisting his rigid cock and stroking it.
"Mmmmmmm," she purred, "is this gorgeous hard-on for me?"
"You bet it is, baby," Dean leered, his cock throbbing hotly in her fist. "How do you want it?"
"How about dog style?" she leered.
"Arf, arf," Dean grinned.
Joanne got down on the thick soft rug and crouched on her hands and knees. She had a special reason for choosing the rear-entry position, but that was going to be a surprise. She shivered lustily as Dean dropped to his knees behind her, seized her hips, and touched the huge knobby head of his cock to the wet little mouth of her cunt. Just before he pushed into her, he glanced up at Mike who was lounging on the couch with his drink.
"You really mean this?" Dean said. "You're sure you don't mind?"
"Go to it," Mike grinned. "Joanne and I have a new arrangement now. We fuck anybody we want."
Dean gave a snort of lust and plowed into her, his massive hard-on slamming her womb. She squealed and drenched his prick with a scalding flood of juice, and she dug her nails into the rug to steady herself as he began fucking into her hard and fast. The man was obviously too achingly horny to be slow or gentle. After watching her with Nick and Kurt, then with Mike, he couldn't think of anything but flooding her cunt with his own steaming jizz.
"Take it, baby, take my cock," he snarled.
"Ooooooo, yeah, give it to me, Dean," she moaned, "fuck my pussy good, honey!"
Again she got so carried away with the first exciting moments of fucking that she forgot they weren't alone in the room. Then she remembered with a shock that her own husband was watching. She glanced at Mike and saw that he was grinning broadly, his eyes focused on Dean's jackhammering cock at it slammed in and out of Joanne's fur-fringed cunt. Mike was enjoying himself, and he was getting turned on fast. He'd fisted his cock and was pumping it as he watched. Each time Joanne squealed with pleasure, he gave his prick an extra-firm squeeze.
Then he saw that Joanne was looking at him, and he met her eyes and grinned. She leered back at him and ran her tongue around her lips. Mike sat up, his prick suddenly going stiff as a board. Her lewd gesture had made him acutely horny. He spoke to her, and his voice was hoarse with lust.
"You like it, honey?" he rasped. "You like the way Dean's fucking you?"
"Mmmmmmmm, I love it," Joanne purred. "His cock's so big and hard, it feels so great in my pussy."
Mike was off the couch and heading their way, his rigid prick oozing big hot globs of juice. He flopped down right beside them, on his back, his eight-inch dick sticking straight up. Joanne drooled at the sight of it. She reached out and fisted the thick hairy base of his cock, pumping it teasingly, and Mike shivered and groaned.
"Go down on me," he pleaded.
It was just as she'd expected. He wanted to recreate that scene with Kurt and Nick, only with different actors-himself and his best buddy. And Joanne was more than up for it! Still moaning with pleasure as she took Dean's steady hard fucking, she bent low and crammed her husband's swollen dick into her mouth.
"AWWWWWWW, SHIT, YEAH!" Mike bellowed.
"Fantastic," Dean chuckled, "a cock at both ends."
Fantastic was the word for it, all right. Joanne grew insanely aroused as she sucked hard on Mike's tasty prick and took the reaming and plowing of Dean's throbbing boner. She drooled all over Mike's hotly pulsating cock, caving in her cheeks and suctioning the delicious juice right out of his piss hole. She gulped down the hot cream as fast as she could suck it up.
"Mmmmmmmm, UUUMMMMMM!" she moaned.
"Awwwwwww, Christ, I'm not gonna hold out long," Mike moaned.
"Me, either," Dean gasped. "Shit, I can't even believe this is happening."
But it was real enough when they all started coming. First Joanne got off, and her tiny red-hot cunt squeezed his dick almost flat. Dean howled and started flooding her cunt with sizzling jism. She gave a violent suck on Mike's prick, and he yelped and filled her mouth with his molten come. She let it collect till her cheeks bulged, then gulped it down greedily.
"AWWWWWWW, FUCK, I'M COMING!" Mike roared. "EAT MY COME, BABY, EAT IT!"
"AAAGGGHHHH, SHIT FUCK!" Dean was bellowing as he sizzled his load against Joanne's womb.
Trish's timing was absolutely perfect-Joanne would have to compliment her on it later. As the three of them howled and writhed and came in one loud mutual climax, the apartment door shot open and Trish walked in, then stopped still. She shook herself, closed the door behind her, and stood there gawking. Dean didn't notice her for a second, and then he looked up at her, speechless.
"Oh, my God, Dean!" Trish bawled.