Chapter 9
"I'm starved," Eric said. "What I could use is a thick steak."
They were dressing for dinner. Ingrid was still putting her makeup on and she was nervous because they were running late for their dinner date with the Brewsters. She was also nervous because tonight something special would happen, something so important she refused to even think about it.
"I still need about thirty minutes," Ingrid said.
Eric chuckled. "You're always in a rush when we go out."
"Well, I can't help it, can I? I've got to get dressed."
She tried not to be irritated. She knew that any irritation with Eric would really be a result of her anxiety about the evening. She slipped out of her robe now. She already had her undies on, a black lace bra and black panties. She rummaged in a drawer for a black garter belt.
When Eric saw the garter belt in her hand, he whistled. "Since when are you wearing those things?"
"I bought a few the other day. I thought you might like it."
He did like it. After she had the garter belt on, she pulled on a pair of dark nylons and watched his eyes as she attached the garters to the tops of the stockings. Yes, he liked it, all right. She could see the heat in his eyes.
"I'm getting ideas," he said.
"Eric, we're late."
She managed to keep him calm enough to get them out of the house. They met the Brewsters and twenty minutes later they were all in a restaurant having their first glass of wine.
"Here's to a lovely evening," Helen said.
The four of them toasted each other. Ingrid watched Eric carefully. He was the only one who had no idea what the evening ahead would bring. Ingrid quivered as she thought about it. Now she told herself maybe she'd been a fool to agree to it. But what choice did she have? The Brewsters could be so insistent when they wanted something. And Eric's promotion was still hanging in the balance. It won't be anything he doesn't want, Ingrid thought. She already knew about Eric and Helen. She'd been shocked at first, but the shock had lasted only a few moments. After all the cheating she'd been doing with Roy and Justin and Helen, it was something of a relief to know that Eric wasn't that far behind her. Now she met Roy's eyes and blushed as he deliberately ran his tongue over his lips.
The last time they'd been together he'd sucked her pussy until she'd lost count of the orgasms. He was like a hungry animal once he got his mouth between her legs. And Justin too. How crazy it was that she had the two Brewster men lusting after her. The Brewster men and the Brewster woman. Ingrid quivered as she thought about her affair with Helen. She hadn't known she was capable of such a thing. Helen assured her she wasn't a lesbian, but Ingrid wasn't certain about anything any more.
Then the steaks arrived and Ingrid stopped thinking about the Brewsters. She smiled at Eric and took another sip of wine before she picked up her knife and fork. "I'm hungry."
"We're all hungry," Helen said with a meaningful smile. Then she lifted her glass. "Here's to friendship."
Ingrid wondered if they would still be friends after this evening was finished.
They had a pleasant meal at the restaurant and then they drove home to the Brewster house. Justin had taken Christie to a party and the adults had the Brewster house to themselves for the entire evening.
"Roy, honey, get the champagne," Helen said. "You get the champagne and I'll do the stereo."
"What are we celebrating?" Eric said.
Helen smiled at him. "Life, darling. We're celebrating life."
Ingrid suppressed a giggle. She knew very well what Helen was celebrating.
After the champagne was served, they turned the lights down and they danced. Ingrid danced with Eric at first, but then they switched partners and she found herself in Roy's arms.
"Feeling good?" Roy said.
"Yes, I feel fine," Ingrid said.
And a few feet away Helen pressed against Eric. "Nice time?"
"You bet," Eric said.
Helen smiled. She was already in a dither and nothing had happened yet. Eric, of course, was the key to the whole business since he was the only one who didn't know what they had planned. And that meant it was up to her to lead him along. She pressed against him more tightly until she could feel the bulge of his cock and bails against her belly.
"I thought about you today," she said in a low voice. "I thought about you and I had to go into the John and jerk off. How about that?"
Eric groaned. "Christ, Helen, take it easy!"
"Oh, don't worry, no one can hear us."
After a while Helen whispered in Eric's ear that she wanted to talk to him alone and she led him away into the kitchen.
When they arrived in the kitchen, Eric said, "What is it?"
"Kiss me!"
"Christ, is that all?"
"Don't you like kissing me?"
"You said you wanted to talk."
She pressed against him and kissed his mouth, her hand moved between their bodies until her fingers found his cock. She squeezed his prick through his pants and she pulled his zipper down.
"Helen, it's too dangerous!"
"Don't be such a coward."
She soon had his cock out. She played with it, looked down at his cockhead and smiled at the juice dripping out of his pisshole.
"You're hot," she said.
Eric groaned and palmed one of her tits through her dress. "Who wouldn't be?"
He kept one hand on her tit and moved the other hand around to stroke her ass. Helen continued fondling his prick. She thought she could get his prick stiffer than it was. He was nervous because Ingrid was just a short distance away in the living room. Did he think Ingrid would be jealous?
Ingrid was far from jealous. At that moment Roy was pushing at her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees. He already had his cock out of his pants and now he wanted her to suck it.-"Go on, baby."
On her knees in front of him, Ingrid gazed at his swaying cock and then she looked up at his face. "Roy, I'm so worried about Eric. What if he gets angry about us?"
"You leave that to Helen," Roy said. "Come on now, suck my prick."
She did what he wanted. She opened her mouth and Roy grunted as he dropped his knob between her lips. His cockhead felt so warm on her tongue. She worked her lips over his knob, over the flared rim and then down his cockshaft. Then she pulled back slowly and teased his pisshole with her tongue.
Would Eric go along with it? Ingrid was afraid Eric might refuse. Roy was right about everything depending on Helen.
In the meantime Roy's cock was turning her on. He had such a lusty fat prick and any time she had it in her mouth she always thought of getting it in her pussy or ass. He always fucked her ass now, always finished in her ass and she always loved it. She had enough experience now so she could take him with only some cuntjuice to lubricate her brownie. She thought it was wild that Roy had fucked her ass so many times but her own husband had never done it. Ingrid hoped that after tonight things between her and
Eric would change. She loved Eric and he still turned her on. She wanted Eric doing to her what Roy did to her. Was it really possible that everything would work out for the best?
In the kitchen Helen was having her own fun. She had Eric's balls out of his fly. She had her fingers holding his nuts and her lips closed over the tip of his prick. She pumped her mouth back and forth on his cockshaft. Eric groaned as he looked down at her. His cock was stiff now, stiff like an iron pipe between her lips.
She pulled away. "Come on, let's go back to the living room."
"That's crazy. How can I go back like this?"
Helen giggled and patted his cock. "Cover it up! Put it back in your pants! Come on, let's get back."
"All of a sudden you're in a hurry," he said with a groan.
But she got him to go back. She walked with him, made sure she was close to him as they approached the living room. When they were almost there she stopped him and put a finger to her lips. "Quiet! Let's peek at them."
Eric thought it was some kind of game and he went along with it. The two of them crept towards the entrance to the living room. Helen went first and in a moment Eric was looking over her shoulder. Looking at Ingrid and Roy. Looking at Ingrid sucking Roy's cock.
Eric's voice was a muttered whisper. "Oh Jesus Christ!"
Helen still had hold of Eric's prick. She jacked his cock with her fingers. "Well, they're busy, aren't they?"
"I don't believe it," Eric whispered.
Helen whispered back at him. "Darling, you'd better believe it. It's right there in front of you."
Eric's heart pounded as he watched them. He was fascinated. His first response was shock and anger and jealousy, but that quickly changed as he realized how stupid it was. He'd been fucking Helen for months and she'd just been sucking his cock in the kitchen, so where did he come off to be upset about Ingrid and Roy? All he felt now was fascination and excitement as he watched his wife's pretty mouth stretch wide around Roy's thick cock.
"Christ, he's hung!"
Helen snickered and squeezed Eric's prick. "Oh yes!"
Then Ingrid looked at them. The blonde dropped Roy's prick out of her mouth and turned and looked at Eric and Helen. Especially at Eric. Their eyes met. Ingrid rose up and came over. Helen stepped out of the way and Ingrid moved into Eric's arms and kissed him.
"Don't be angry."
Eric sighed. "I'm not."
"I know you've been making it with Helen."
"I figured you did."
"Do it now. Take her over to the sofa and fuck her. I'd like to watch you fuck Helen."
His cock and balls were still hanging out of his fly and now Ingrid went to her knees and briefly kissed them. She kissed his nuts and then she took his knob between her lips a moment. Then she looked up at him. "Go on, darling. I want to watch you fuck Helen."
Helen was already ready for it. She was kneeling on the sofa with her dress pulled up to her hips. She wore a red garter belt and beige nylons and no panties and her creamy white ass was exposed and waiting for Eric.
He moved behind her in a daze, his cock swaying like a pink hose. He turned and looked once more at Ingrid. She was with Roy again, her hand holding Roy's big cock as they watched him and Helen.
All right, get on with it, Eric thought. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts down to his ankles. He knew how juicy Helen's cunt could be and if he was going to fuck her like this there was no need to get his clothes ruined. He curled his fingers around his cockshaft and pushed his cockhead inside Helen's red gaping cunthole.
Ingrid shuddered as she watched it. She'd watched Roy fuck Helen often enough, but this was her own husband doing it. That was Eric's prick sliding in and out of Helen's hairy cunt. She couldn't help being fascinated by the whole thing. She'd never seen Eric like this, never seen him as a lusty male fucking another woman. She liked the way his ass moved. That was one thing she never saw when he fucked her. She never saw the way his ass moved or the way his pink fuzz-covered balls slapped against a pussy.
"Let's get with it," Roy said to Ingrid. "Get your ass up on that chair over there."
"Oh Roy, not in my ass. Not with Eric watching."
Roy chuckled. "Okay, pussy first and ass later. Get moving."
She was soon kneeling where Roy wanted her. He raised her dress to her hips and snickered when he saw the garter belt and dark hose. He pulled her panties down to her knees and under them and slipped them off her legs. Then he ran his fingers inside her pussy and stretched her cuntlips apart. "Keep your eyes on them."
"Don't worry I will," Ingrid said.
She moaned as she felt Roy's big cock pushing inside her cunt. Now she and Eric were in it together, fucking other people in the same room. She had a good view of Eric. She could see his wet cock sliding in and out of Helen's dark cunt. She could see his pink balls swinging as he pumped his hips.
Both men continued fucking the women until they came. Eric blasted off first, shooting his load up Helen's cunt, and then Roy finished in Ingrid's pussy.
Roy leaned over and whispered to Ingrid that he would get her asshole later. "Now you do Helen."
A shudder went through Ingrid as Roy pulled away from her. He wanted her to do Helen while Eric watched it.
Yes, Ingrid thought. She told herself Eric had to learn about her. He had to learn there was more to her than he thought.
Helen was already sitting up on the sofa, and when the brunette saw the look in Ingrid's eyes she smiled and opened her thighs. "Yes, darling! You can have everything Eric gave me!"
Ingrid shuddered with excitement as she went down on her knees in front of Helen. She was afraid to look at Eric. He was sitting right there beside Helen and of course he would watch everything.
I want it, Ingrid thought. She stared at Helen's dark hairy cunt, at her fucked-out gaping cunthole. Ingrid could see Eric's jism slowly oozing out of Helen's twat. The blonde groaned and bent forward. She pressed her lips against Helen's dripping cunthole and started sucking.
Outside on the patio, Justin and Christie huddled together in the dark as they peered through the crack in the drapes into the living room.
"Say something," Justin said.
Christie's heart pounded. "I don't believe it."
Justin snickered. "You'd better believe it. It's right there in front of your eyes, isn't it? All of them balling each other."
"My mother is eating your mother's pussy."
"That's right. Ever had any of that? Ever made it with another girl??"
"Certainly not."
Justin laughed. "Don't be so huffy about it, your mother seems to love it."
"Did you really fuck her? Have you really fucked my mother?"
"You're damn right!"
"Oh God!"
Justin unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. "Here, take it in your mouth!"
Christie moaned. "I don't want to! I want to watch them!"
"You can do both. I'll stand on the side and you can suck my dick while you watch."
They came about the same time, Helen and Justin. Ingrid had finished sucking Eric's jism out of Helen's cunthole and then she moved her tongue and lips to Helen's clit and began pulling and sucking on the little nubbin of flesh to get Helen off. At the same time Justin used his fingers to whack his cock off in Christie's mouth. He was too hot to wait for Christie. He needed to get off and he knew she liked it when she jerked off in her mouth.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Justin gasped.
Christie took his load down her throat. She kept her eyes on the people in the living room. She wasn't looking at her mother and Helen any more. Now she was looking at her father, watching her father stroke his cock with his hand.
I want it, Christie, thought. I want Daddy to fuck me.
The girl shuddered as Justin's prick squirted another gob of jism over her tongue.