Chapter 7
After the orgy, Daryl had a few words with his wife. He had never seen her carry on like this.
"Honey, you got carried away tonight. Are you a les or something?"
She was outraged at the inference Daryl had made.
"Just because I swung doesn't mean there's anything kooky about me. Sure, Rita is a beautiful girl. I can understand how you enjoy sticking your tongue in her twat. So what if I enjoy sticking it in there, too. Are you jealous?"
"No, but curious," he told her. "What fascinates you so about her pussy?"
"If I knew I'd tell you," she admitted candidly. "Frankly, I don't know. But there is one thing I do know. I don't like your attitude. You have been impossible lately. And I don't care to talk about it anymore."
Yvonne got a sudden urge to travel. An aunt of hers passed away and left her some money. One evening when Daryl came home she informed him that she wanted to go somewhere.
"What good is life without travel?" she asked.
"Now where do you want me to take you?"
"I don't need your money," she told him abruptly.
"Where are you gonna get it?"
"My Aunt Emma passed on," she said sadly, "and she left me something. I figured that the two of us could take a cruise somewhere."
"You know I'm tied up with my work and I can't go anywhere for a long time," Daryl told her. "Go if you want to."
"Not a bad idea. Maybe a trial separation is what we need."
Daryl looked at his wife anxiously.
"Honey, I was abrupt. Forgive me."
"No, you weren't abrupt. You were honest. It's been coming for a long time, Daryl. You and I are just not hitting it off well, don't blame yourself. It happens in the best of families."
Daryl couldn't take it so lightly.
"Sweetheart, I apologize," he told her. "I don't mean to cause any trouble. It's just that sometimes I get uptight."
"Yes, you do, don't you?" she asked coolly.
When she went to bed that night, she deliberately stayed on her side of the bed. But it didn't take long before Daryl had his hands on her. He was feeling of her bosoms. And then he worked his way with his tongue down between her legs. She felt his tongue surging and probing around her pussy. She was getting angry at him. However, he was making such a fuss over her that she couldn't be angry at this erotic second.
Daryl's tongue slid between her ass crack. Stiffening his tongue, he stabbed it right up her pussy and used his finger to manipulate her ass. She enjoyed the feel of his hands patting her affectionately. Before she knew what was happening, he was pulling his tongue from her vagina and whipping it into her asshole. She twisted around.
"Oh, baby, stop it," she begged. "I don't want you to."
Daryl paid no attention. He knew what he wanted. His tongue was penetrating his wife's asshole. His fingers were massaging her clit. She was getting more and more aroused.
"Yes, yes," he cried anxiously, "that's the way to do it. Come on, darling. Now you know how. Come on, baby, I love it."
The erotic fascination that he found with her crotch surprised even her. For when he finished sucking on her asshole, he wanted to tongue her pussy. She always loved his tongue surging and probing inside of her vagina. She liked it when he licked up and down her clit. She enjoyed it even more when his penis plunged into her pussy. For she liked to use her pussy muscles on his cock. She knew just how to shove back to his advancing cock jabs.
"Honey," he told her, "let me screw you tonight."
Daryl didn't give his wife time to reply. For he immediately pulled up and had his cock in her pussy. She enjoyed the feeling of it sliding into her vagina.
"All right, love," she whispered.
Daryl's rock-hard cock drove into her pussy in even, hard stokes.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Come on, baby, fuck. Fuck it good."
With deep, hard cock stabs he went on riding into her. She loved the erotic sensation that was being generated in her crotch.
He was so stimulated at this point that he could hardly take it. With determined cock stabs he went on plunging into her.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," he told her, "you know how it's done. Come on, baby, fuck."
With rock-hard cock stabs he continued thrusting. She was so excited at this point that she let out a small moan of pleasure.
"Yes, yes," she cried ecstatically, "that's what I want. Fuck me."
Her legs locked around his. Her hands reached for his shoulders. She let them wander down to his buttocks. She clasped Daryl's ass cheeks. Parting his ass cheeks she let her hand slip between them. Lovingly she. probed with her finger. He liked it when her index finger glided up his asshole.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "You fuck me—I fuck you."
He was pleased at his wife's performance. There was no doubt in his mind that she enjoyed it. It didn't take Daryl long to reach the point of climax. All of the sudden his hard cock exploded.
"That's what I like," he told his wife. "Keep your finger slipping up my asshole. Don't stop. Yes. You're on, baby."
She went on fingering his asshole. He was so excited now that he could hardly stand it any longer.
When she finally pulled her finger from his asshole and clasped his buttocks, he was fucking her vigorously. His hard cock rammed savagely against her clit. She felt herself cuming.
"Oh, baby, I made it," she panted as she passionately pressed her hands against his buttocks.
His cock exploded.
"I'm there, baby," he told her happily. "Right on target."
Indeed he had made it. She was pleased that they'd gotten there together.
"Oh, baby," she begged, "don't stop now. Keep slamming it into me."
Her hands continued clasping his flexing ass muscles as he finished fucking her.
When he withdrew he tried to elicit a promise from her that she wouldn't take a trip without him.
"It's too late," she explained. "I've already got my ticket. I'm planning to leave in two weeks."
Two weeks later Daryl had finally reluctantly agreed that it was all right for her to take a trip without him. As he saw her off at the dock he made her promise she would be good. She knew what that meant.
It bothered him when he noticed her winking. She enjoyed the excitement of the cruise. But she was lonely for the first two nights when she went to dinner. However, on the third night she wasn't lonely anymore. A young Frenchman introduced himself.
"I guess I'm pretty lucky to get to meet someone like you," he told her.
"Why do you say that?" she asked him.
"I'll tell you why," he told her. "Most of the women her are older women. They're widows or divorcees. I wanted to meet someone who was still young."
"You talk as if you had a crush on me."
"Maybe I do," he told her.
"I don't even know you," Yvonne smiled.
"My name is Jean Pierre," he said with a heavy French accent.
"And I'm Yvonne. I'm pleased to meet you, Jean Pierre. What are you doing on this cruise?"
"I'm enjoying the first fruits of my success," he told her. "I'm an inventor."
"What did you invent?"
"You'd never believe me if I told you," he smiled.
"Try me for size."
"All right. I invented this," he said.
He took out a small package from his coat pocket. He placed it before her. She looked at it. Sure enough, it was a JP prophylactic.
"So you are the man who invented these?" she asked.
"Yes," he smiled. "It's the thinnest pro. It gives total pleasure and yet complete protection."
"I can see why you were hesitating to tell me about it," she grinned, "but a lot of women would be embarrassed. Frankly, I think you deserve a peace prize or something."
Jean Pierre smiled. "I guess my pros have given many a good men good ass. And I suppose I should take some credit."
"Of course," she nodded.
Jean Pierre was getting more friendly every moment.
"If there is one thing I would really like," he told her, "it would be to slip one of these on and slide into you. You'd be amazed how close to the skin it is. I would try it both ways and you'd hardly know the difference."
"I imagine you have a lot of fun testing your invention, don't you?"
"How did you know?" he asked in surprise.
"It's easy to see," she explained, "that you are a very erotic type of man. You enjoy sex and all of the nuances of sex."
"Don't you?" he questioned her frankly.
"Truthfully, yes. I'm not afraid to admit that I enjoy balling."
A little more small talk and half an hour later Yvonne and Jean Pierre were in her cabin.
"Let me see what you look like," he said. "I've got to see you naked. From the moment I laid eyes on you I could just imagine what your breasts looked like. You must have large, red nipples. Let me see them."
Jean Pierre's feverish hands were unfastening her blouse. It didn't take him long to slip her bra off. His hands reached out now and gently caressed her bosoms.
"Ahhh, you Frenchmen," she smiled, "you are so sexy."
"That's what they tell me," Jean Pierre admitted. "Do you find me sexy?"
"Go down there and suck them," she told him, "and I'll let you know later."
Jean Pierre accepted the challenging invitation. He bent over and let his tongue whirl around her bosoms. He enjoyed licking and nibbling on her breasts.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," she told him. "I love the way you lick them. You're like a hungry, sexy baby."
Jean Pierre was working his way now down to her stomach. He unfastened her skirt. She slipped out of it. Now she stood before him in her panties. He reached inside of her panties and patted her pussy. Then he fingered her. She responded by grasping his fingers as it slid back and forth.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "You're beautiful all over. Oh, baby, I need to fuck you. I need to fuck you so bad."
It was obvious to her that he was getting a big charge out of toying with her. Jean Pierre didn't take long to get out of his clothes. As Yvonne gazed at this naked young man she imagined all of the exciting things that she was prepared to do to stimulate and arouse him.
Soon he was spreading his legs before her. He held them up as he got on her bed.
"Go down on my ass and lick it," he told her. "I've been waiting to find a woman who appreciated this kind of sex."
Slipping her hands under his buttocks she gripped him. Her tongue whipped gently across his ass cheeks. As she lightly licked and lashed at his buttocks, he got more and more aroused. She reached up and gripped his main-stem. Now she was pulling on his penis while she was eating out his ass.
"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "That's what I like. Do it, darling. Do it for me."
She let her tongue slip right up his rectum. As she penetrated his asshole he felt himself wiggling all over the bed. She was forced to withdraw her tongue and warn him.
"Baby, don't wiggle so much. It isn't easy keeping my tongue in your butt."
"Sorry about that," Jean Pierre smiled shyly, "but I got carried away."
She went back to sucking on his asshole. He loved it. Her hands clasped his buttocks and her tongue found his rectum. She plunged up him with hard, driving tongue jabs. As she jerked on his long, hard penis with her fingers, she watched his balls swelling. It was obvious to her just how excited he was becoming.
Her tongue swung from his asshole up to his balls. Opening her mouth she took the Frenchman's balls inside and sucked on them. He loved it. Now she slowly stroked his penis. She didn't want to pop it off.
When she had finished laving his testicles, she licked to the top of his shaft. At this point she pulled away for a moment. She pressed her great bosoms against his balls. Jean Pierre loved it. He raised up so she could press her breasts against his ass cheeks.
"Right on," he told her. "You're a sexy lady."
She smiled at him. Now she was prepared to further excite him.
"Baby," he told her anxiously, "I want you to really give me a good time. I want you to suck off my pecker."
It didn't take her long at this point. She let her mouth cap the top of his penis. He slowly eased in. Reaching out he gripped her head and held her in place as he fucked her face.
"Eat it," he told her anxiously. "Suck it off. That's what I want you to do. Suck my cock."
He loved the way she accepted it. He was getting hotter every second. Jean Pierre knew how to ask for a blow job. Apparently he had been sucked off before by experienced women. It pleased Yvonne that she could give blow jobs with the best of them. As her mouth moved up and down his cock and her finger eased to his asshole he reached down and patted her head affectionately.
"Come on, cock sucker," he told her anxiously, "blow it. That's the way I like it. Suck it. Eat it."
With determined cock stabs he went on exciting her. And then he got his rocks off.
"I'm coming," he explained excitedly. "Oh, baby, I made it. Milk it with your mouth."
Jean Pierre felt his hot juices exploding in her mouth as she sucked him in.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, "that's what I want you to do. Gobble every drop of it."
When she had finished sucking, she pulled away. He looked at her angrily.
"Baby, why didn't you swing your ass around here so I could suck you at the same time?"
She smiled understandingly.
"Don't be disturbed. I'll let you eat my box. Come on, baby, HI sit on your face and you can lick my ass first and then you can suck my pussy."