Chapter 7

One day after a particularly exciting session with Grace, Laurie arrived home still horny. She knew what she needed was a cock. No matter how good the sex was with Grace she always needed a cock afterward.

Brad sometimes joined them and fucked her at least once. But she knew he preferred his twin. He and Grace couldn't keep their hands off each other. Now as she started dinner Laurie thought about Jerry. Lately she had been considering divorce. The word used to strike terror in her heart, but no more. Since she had no children to worry about she could always get a job and support herself.

You and who else? a little voice inside her said. You like nice things and you're lazy. You don't want to go to some hack job every day.

I do too, she answered as she defrosted two steaks. I won't stay married if things go on as they are.

But she knew she could. Jerry was totally uncommunicative, but he was better than nothing. And he was doing so well financially. Soon they would be able to afford a new house. Why should she leave him now and let some other woman reap the benefits that were deservedly hers?

All you could be is a hooker anyway, the voice said.

I could get a job as a receptionist, she answered.

All you're good at is fucking, the voice taunted. Admit it. You'd be a flop in an office.

"No!" she said out loud as she tore into a lettuce. "I just don't think it'll be necessary to take that kind of drastic step."

When she found herself talking out loud, she switched on the television and finished tossing the salad. Jerry would be home soon and probably complain about having steak for the second time that week.

As she busied herself in the kitchen, she thought about her life. She had changed so in the past year. She was almost sorry she was no longer the third little wife who was horny but faithful. Things were simpler then, she thought.

And duller, the little voice said.

"Shut up!" she snapped.

Talking to yourself again, honey? the voice said.

"Fuck you!" she hissed, forcing the voice out of her head.

For the next hour she played the part of a busy housewife. When she heard Jerry drive up, she had finished her second drink and was about to start on her third.

Some happy housewife, she giggled to herself. We drink to keep ourselves going.

When Jerry entered the kitchen, she was struck by his remote expression. Any hope she had for a nice evening went out the window and she gulped half her drink to fortify herself.

His eyes were cold when he bent to kiss her. "Hitting the bottle, early, huh?" he said.

"This is my first," she lied.

He threw the newspaper down on the table. "Yeah, you smell like a brewery."

"Don't be so holier than thou," she snapped.

He glanced at the microwave where the steaks were defrosting. "Is it too much to expect a cooked meal once in a while?"

"You like steak."

"I like pot roast too."

"We can afford steak."

"Maybe not much longer," he said tight lipped.

She froze, watching him as he took a beer from the refrigerator. "What's that about?"

He tossed off half the beer. "Matt's bugging me lately."

Laurie lowered her eyes. They hadn't been seeing much of the Goddards lately. She saw Grace during the day, but the two couples seldom got together.

She cleared her throat. "Is it something I've done?"

He gazed at her coldly. "I don't know. Is it?" Picking up the newspaper, he disappeared into the living room.

Laurie followed him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

He lowered the paper and stared at her. "What did you do to Matt to get him mad?"

Her lower lip began quivering. He didn't care about her. All he cared about was his damn job.

"I didn't do anything," she said. "Why don't you look to yourself."

He gazed at her a long minute. Then his face softened. "I guess I shouldn't blame you. He's a strange bird. Never mind, hon. When are we eating?"

"I'll put the steaks in the broiler."

He handed her his empty beer can. "Get me another, will you?"

She resented waiting on him, but she took the empty can and went to the kitchen. What did he mean about his job? Just when he was doing so well. And maybe it was her fault. She oughtn't to have let Matt grow bored with her.

When dinner was ready they ate in silence. "I'm going out of town tomorrow," he said. "I'm bushed. Pack a bag for me, will you, hon, and don't forget socks. You forgot them last time, remember?"

"Sometimes I feel like a maid around here," she said, tears flooding her eyes.

He shot her a glance. "We're not doing too well, are we?"

She fidgeted with her steak. "No, we're not."

"Maybe you ought to go back to the shrink and see if he can help."

"Maybe you ought to go. Why is it always my fault?"

"If you were a normal woman we wouldn't have these problems," he said coldly.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"If you could come like a normal woman ..."

"I do, with real men!" she fumed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She pursed her lips. "Nothing. I just got mad is all."

"Look, you're my wife and I love you. We'll make it." He patted her hand. "I've just got a lot of pressures on me lately. We'll make it."

They continued eating, but the food stuck in Laurie's throat and she soon gave up. She toyed with a roll while Jerry finished.

"Can we make love tonight?" she whimpered.

"I'm really not in the mood."

"Do you still find me appealing?"

"You're my wife."

"That's no answer. Why don't you want to fuck me?"

"You know I hate when you talk that way." "Oh, Jerry!"

"Dammit!" He pushed his chair back from the table and rose up. "I've got enough troubles with my damn job without you hounding me all the time. And you don't come anyway so why do you want to fuck?"

She left the table in tears and ran upstairs. Throwing herself down on the bed, she sobbed into the pillow.

In a moment Jerry followed her. "I'm sorry, hon," he said, sitting next to her on the bed. "I know it's not your fault."

She turned to him, her face tear-streaked and her lips trembling. "Do you want a divorce?"

He smiled. "You're seeing too many movies."

"That's not funny. Do you?"

He stroked her hair and for the first time in months she saw affection in his eyes. "No, I don't want a divorce," he said softly. "I happen to love you."

Her heart leaped. Thank God!

At that moment she desired him. "Oh, honey, I want you so badly." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his face down and kissed him.

"Are you drunk?" he said suspiciously.

"No, I only had a few drinks," she said. "Please, fuck me."

He glanced at his watch. "I brought some work home."

Squirming around, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the bed.

"When did you get so aggressive?" he said.

She took his hands and moved them under her skirt. "I think if we fuck now I'll come," she said. "I almost made it last time, hon. Please."

He pulled her panties down and squeezed her ass. "You've been saying that for years." But his eyes sparkled with excitement.

He dug his fingers into her ass almost brutally. The pain was exciting. She saw that he had a hard-on in his pants and she spread her legs and pulled him down over her.

"Don't get undressed," she breathed. "Just fuck me."

"You're making me hot when you talk like that."

"Oh, honey, I feel like this is it." "We'll see."

Quickly unzipping his fly, he brought, his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. With a mighty thrust he entered her.

Her cunt snapped shut around his prick-bone. He pulled out and plunged in. Her orgasm was so close. She knew she'd make it this time. She just knew it.

"Come on," he said as she writhed around under him.

She had her legs in the air now, at the brink of orgasm. "Just another minute," she said. "Just do it another minute."

"Can't do it!" he cried. "I'm coming!"

"Noooooooo!"

His jism flowed into her and when he was through he flopped down on top of her. "Did you make it?" he gasped.

"No," she whispered.

"Wise up, Laurie," he said, rising up, his face grim. "You've got a problem."

"Come on, baby, tell me what you want?" Greg chuckled.

Laurie gazed up at her lover and sighed. "I want your cock," she said.

"Attagirl," he smiled as he pulled her into his arms.

The moment Jerry left town she phoned Greg and invited him over. Now they were in bed. The very same bed Jerry had so recently left.

Her heart was pounding as she felt his prick against her belly. She would have no trouble coming with Greg. She never did. Whatever her problem was with Jerry it wasn't her fault. She come easily enough with strangers.

"Baby, why haven't I heard from you lately?" he said.

She closed her eyes as his hands roamed her body. "Don't talk," she said dreamily. "Just touch me."

Her tits tingled and the hammering in her chest intensified. Nothing mattered at this moment but the satisfaction she was finding in Greg's arms.

"I'm back with my wife," he said.

"So what?"

"Okay, take your clothes off," he ordered, releasing her so suddenly she fell back.

She scanned his face for a moment. "All right, if you want to talk about it I'll listen."

He reached for his zipper. "Sometimes I think all you care about is cock," he said.

"But that's why we're friends," she said. "It's just sex after all."

"Yeah, I guess so. Come here." Grabbing her shoulders, he kissed her so hard his teeth dug into her lips.

"That's more like it," she said.

"You need it bad, baby." His mouth came down on hers.

"Let's get our clothes off," she said.

Throwing the covers back, he crouched over her. "Put it in," he said.

Pm becoming like a man, she thought. All I care about is fucking.

"Suck it," he said. "Get it in your mouth."

Wriggling down, she positioned her mouth under his cock. "Do you still like when I suck your cock?" she said.

"I like when any chick sucks my cock."

"You're so romantic."

"Suck it!" he hissed. "You wanted it, suck it."

Parting her lips, she drew in a few inches of his thick cockshaft and started sucking. She wrapped her tongue around its bulk and moved it furiously over his cock-slit.

She labored enthusiastically and all the while he muttered obscenities. She almost choked when he pushed most of his cock into her throat, but he pulled back just in time.

"I've got a friend meeting me here later," he said.

She twisted her head and expelled his cock. "You what?"

"Keep sucking. A buddy of mine is picking me up here. What's the problem? Maybe he'll give you a thrill."

She suctioned his entire cock into her mouth and rolled her head from side to side. It was obvious he wanted her to take on his friend too. Well, why not? She'd tried everything else.

"Suck, sweetheart, suck. Stop dreaming and suck."

She held his balls against her chin and nibbled his cock-knob. She poked her tongue into his pisser and tasted his juice.

"Does your friend want to fuck me?" she said.

He lunged forward, thrusting his cock into her mouth. "Sure, baby, if you want it."

"My pussy feels lonely," she said. "Is your friend nice?"

"He's got a big cock if that's what you mean." Knowing what she wanted, he pulled her on top of him and smiled up at her. "I guess you want to be fucked, huh?"

She dropped one of her tits into his face. "Yes, I want to be fucked."

He sucked her tit into his mouth. "Put it in, baby," he said.

Her tits wobbled heavily as she straddled him and prepared to take his cock inside her. Ass raised, she guided his prick to the socket of her cunt.

He helped by holding her hips and in a moment he was inside her. With a sigh of satisfaction she began thrusting.

Holding her tits in her hands, she offered them to him. "How come you fuck me so good?" she said.

Craning his neck, he managed to capture her nipple between his teeth. "I guess I just have the knack."

"Why can't my husband make me come!"

Her nipples stiffened as he sucked and kneaded her tits and she began bouncing up and down On his upthrust dick.

"Oh, baby, you sure can fuck," he said, switching to her other tit.

Soon she was fucking him so fast her tit dropped from his mouth. "Coming so good!" she shrieked.

As his balls erupted he grabbed her tits and pulled her down over him. His jism gushed into her spasming cunt, adding to her enjoyment.

"That was so good," she whispered, moving back between his legs and taking his wilted prick into her mouth.

"What a cocksucking bitch," he chuckled.

She swirled her tongue all over his cock from the tip to the root. When it was clean again, she threw herself on top of him.

"Want me to toss you another one?" he said.

"You know I do."

"How about my friend here."

She whirled around. Standing in the doorway was a tall thin man who was busily undressing.

"Meet Ben," Greg said.

Ben nodded. "Nice to meet you."

In a moment he was undressed and climbing onto the bed. Laurie glanced at both men and shrugged. Why not? In her heart she wanted it. Why not admit it?

"Okay, Ben, or whoever you are. Fuck me."

"Oh, baby, will I?" he said, reaching for her.

"I want both cocks in me at once," she babbled. "One of you fuck me in the ass and the other fuck my pussy. Hurry, I'm so horny."

She threw herself at Ben, shoving her tits into his face and kissing him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and reached for his prick.

"Jesus, she's dynamite," he said. "Where do you want it, baby?"

"From behind." She dropped onto her hands and knees and braced herself on her arms. She looked around for Greg. "Let me suck your cock while he fucks me."

Greg sank to his knees before her and stuffed his prick into her mouth while his friend crouched behind her and spread her asscheeks.

Her pussy gaped open, but it was her asshole that tempted him. Holding his cock in his fist, he winked at Greg who winked back. Laurie cared about nothing but the two cocks at her disposal.

"Stick it in my ass," she hissed and Ben didn't wait for a second invitation.

In a moment his cock was balls-deep inside her brownie. She held Greg's balls in her hands and slid her lips up and down his fuck-pole.

"Jesus, her asshole's been there before," Ben said.

Using her free hand, the well-fucked wife reached underneath and began rubbing her clit. The men fucked her in tandem. Greg was the first to come. Holding her head with both hands, he rammed into her while his jism spewed into her mouth.

She worked her throat muscles convulsively as her asshole clamped shut around Ben's prick. As she began coming, Ben came too.

With a frenzied burst of energy the stranger rammed his cock so far up her ass she thought he would tear her insides. And like a wild man he continued until his balls were drained.

The two cocks were barely out of her body when she threw herself on top of Ben and tried sucking his fucked-out cock into her mouth.

"Give it to me," she said.

Ben looked at his friend and snickered. "This chick is insatiable, you know?"