Chapter 7
Violet Montrose stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette and glared angrily at the wall clock Dave had bought right after they moved into the house.
Dave had never been this late without calling. Occasionally, he had to stay over, filling out reports, interrogating a witness or suspect, all of which she understood, yet complained about as though she didn't.
She blamed herself for the barrier that had grown up between them. But she found herself incapable of changing from what Dave thought she was. After living a lie for six years, it was almost impossible to drop the mask and reveal herself as she had been before their marriage.
Dave had never known how much she wanted to do the things he hesitatingly suggested, or how eagerly she had gone down on him during their brief courtship. She had held herself in check because she believed that he would think her cheap if she really let go. Then, after the marriage, she had bottled up her highly passionate nature in the hope that he would never discover just how hot she was. Now, faced with his ultimatum, she could think of no way to change without revealing the sustained lie.
She lit another cigarette, her negligee parting to reveal the deep valley between the plump firm mounds with their strawberry tips. Unconsciously, one hand crept up to finger the succulent nipple of her left breast, rolling and tugging until it swelled into a strutted tilt, and she was beginning to breathe more rapidly.
She let the sheer fabric fall away from her lush thighs, the hand gliding down over the curve of her belly to touch the brown curls of her cuntal mound. She licked her lips, flicking her sultry gaze at the clock again.
If she hurried, she would have time to work herself into a satisfying climax before Dave arrived. She could hear the car when it pulled into the drive, and that would give her plenty of time to straighten her negligee. The hand cupped the plump mound, her middle finger curling inward to caress the moist trench.
Jesus! If Dave only knew how much she wanted him to kiss that hungry pussy. But it would never do to show him that side of her personality. Her mother had warned her about that, and she had convinced Dave that she regarded all such activity as perversion.
The finger was inside the clenching vagina, stirring and probing. Her thumb found the sensitive clitoral nub and began rubbing it, the sleek thighs spreading as the caresses began spreading the little tingles of pleasure throughout her eager cunt.
She added a second finger, working the two of them in and out, biting her lip when the vaginal juice seeped out to lubricate the busy digits. Deftly, she moistened her thumb in the slippery warmth and returned to her massage of the distended clitoris. The fingers were driving deep, wiggling about inside the fluttering lips, stroking faster and faster.
Still masturbating, she took a last drag from the cigarette and stubbed it out, using the free hand to pull her left tit up to where she could reach it with pursed lips and avid tongue.
Catching the nipple between her teeth, she flayed the tasty nub with broad sweeps of her tongue, sucking with little whimpers as her fingers fucked deeper and faster between her quivering thighs, the whole hand wet with her vaginal fluids.
The sound of a car pulling into the drive made her head snap up, releasing her tit with a noisy slurp. The frigging fingers froze in position, but the lips of her cunt continued their rhythmic flexing.
Damn! She had almost made it! Just a moment more, and she could have blasted off. Rising on legs that trembled slightly, she plucked tissues from the small holder, wiping her sticky fingers and gently patting the sensitive lips of her pussy.
Maybe, she grinned to herself, if she met Dave with her negligee open, he would forget that ridiculous threat. If he would just put it in, she would pop like a pistol. Of course, he would never know that she was coming. It would be a quiet secretive orgasm, but she would be temporarily satisfied.
She hurried through the house, reaching the front door before Dave would have time to make it from the car, waiting until she heard his step. Quickly, she threw open the door and pulled her negligee wide.
"Jesus Christ!"
Chuck Newman stood with one hand almost touching the bell button, his eyes wide as they raced up and down the delightfully curved body, lingering on the cherry-tipped breasts and the profuse tangle of brown curls at the apex of the columnar thighs.
For a moment, Violet froze in position, holding the sheer cloth away from her body and feeling her nipples stiffen in response to the man's surprised and approving stare.
"Oh, my god!"
Swiftly, she gathered the fabric about herself, retreating a step backward, her lips working in a desperate search for words.
"I thought... I thought you were Dave!"
Recovered from his initial surprise, Chuck Newman gave her one of his famous smiles. "Dave's a lucky guy," he said, "if you greet him like that every day."
They knew each other only in the most casual way. Violet had seen him countless times on the huge TV set, but they had spoken only on those few occasions when she and Dave ran across Chuck and Shirley in one of the city's nightspots.
Blushing furiously, she clutched the robe more tightly and gestured, "Come in, Chuck. You must think I'm a complete idiot."
He entered, removing his hat and waiting until she had closed the door before answering, "On the contrary. I think you're a most beautiful woman."
She took his hat, losing her grip on the negligee, and one lovely breast peeped at him as she said, "I'm worried about Dave. He's never been this late before."
"That's why I came over," Chuck answered. "Shirley hasn't come home, either. I started to call."
Violet's eyes narrowed. "I knew it!" she exclaimed. "I knew it would happen! They're off together somewhere."
Chuck's brow elevated. "Dave and Shirley?" he repeated. "Is that just a guess? Or do you know something I don't?"
"I know how Dave's been acting lately," she retorted angrily. "She's a woman and he's a man. That's all it takes."
His forefinger massaged his deeply cleft chin. "That's not real evidence," he said slowly. "You're a woman and I'm a man, but we're not doing anything unusual."
Violet gave an irritated shake of her head. "It would serve them both right if we did!" she exclaimed. She took a step toward him, her eyes hot with emotion. "If they can play, why can't we?"
Her breasts, full and half naked as the negligee fell away, were almost touching his chest, and his cock began stiffening in spite of his half-hearted protest.
"Christ, Violet! I've never been in this sort of a situation before."
The tits contacted, and his arms went about her waist, instinctively and eagerly, feeling the warm softness of her body as it molded itself against his, her hips grinding hungrily about the growing length of hardening prick. Their lips met and fused, Violet's tongue invading his mouth and snaking about his own, her hands sliding restlessly up and down his broad back.
His lips moved against hers, his voice husky with desire. "What if Dave comes in?"
"He won't!" she said breathlessly, pressing her cunt more demandingly against the ridge of his erection. "You know what they're doing right this minute!"
His arms tightened, and he looked past her tousled hair to the open door of the bedroom. Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her into the semi-darkness, depositing her on the bed and beginning to undress. Eagerly, Violet wriggled out of her negligee and lay watching him, her fingers stroking the tingling nipples of her heaving breasts. One slender leg lifted to slide the satin thigh against its counterpart as she felt her pussy quiver and moisten with increasing lust.
Chuck shed his last garment, and turned to observe Violet's reaction, his cock jutting threateningly from its bushy base, and his balls swollen with desire for the impatient creature who beckoned him with sultry gaze.
She sat up as he approached the bed, reaching for his waist and drawing him to her, her lips planting a wet kiss on his flat belly. He gasped as her other hand slid up between his thighs to pause teasingly at his testicles, then move up to curve hotly about his strutted prong.
He gasped again when her warm lips surrounded the sensitive glans and she sucked the swollen head into her mouth, laving it with saliva and worshipping it with her swirling tongue.
Biting his lip as the pleasure jolted through his heavy balls, Chuck stared down at the woman's furry crotch, a new and powerful hunger gripping him. He had felt it before, with Shirley, but he had never surrendered to its demands. Now, as Violet nursed his cock with her insistent mouth, whimpering her enjoyment of the meaty feast, he found the urge irresistible.
Carefully, lest he tug his prick from that delightfully sucking grip, he lowered himself to the bed beside Violet, his head toward her feet, quickly pressing his lips to the soft flesh of her thigh before he could change his mind.
Moaning her reaction to his touch, Violet adjusted her body without relaxing her tugging lips. Before Chuck realized her intention, he was on his back, and she was astride his upturned face, her delicate pussy staring down at him with its single moist eye.
He closed his lips tightly as the wet slit descended, shutting his eyes, too, when he felt the soft flesh press quiveringly against his mouth and chin, her juices bathing his skin as she squirmed her hips to friction her cuntal lips against him.
The musky scent of her pussy invaded his nostrils, a tart odor that made him open his mouth and flick his tongue into the juicy crevice that worked against his lips as if sharing a long kiss. The taste, slightly salty and completely feminine, loosed his last inhibition. Greedily, he plunged his mouth into the dripping furrow, his tongue driving up into her pussy with avid thrusts and instinctive gyrations.
His mouth, sucking greedily, filled with her vaginal exudation, and he swallowed, his throat tingling with the tasty fluids. His tongue plunged more rapidly, scooping the slippery juice from the pulsating sheath. His teeth gnawed the pliant lips of her cunt with gentle urgency, and his hips worked his throbbing prick in rhythm with the mouth that rode up and down in a mind-bending envelopment of his turgid shaft.
Instinctively, he knew that she would not object to his pelvic thrusts. She was already sliding her lips almost to the base of his throbbing cock, twisting her head about with each descent to provide the maximum friction of tongue and palate about his passion-hardened meat.
As her mouth slid down, Chuck shoved his hips upward, and felt her lips drive all the way to the base of his engorged phallus. His glans speared her throat, and Violet swallowed repeatedly, each gulp a hot suction that rolled the wet tissues against his hilted prick. Her tongue, curved beneath his prong, undulated encouragingly.
Chuck had been blown before, and he had tasted the exquisite nectar of a pussy. But he had never before surrendered himself to the overwhelming luxury of feasting on a juicy cunt.
With Shirley, he had played the sexual aggressor, using her as a receptacle for his ejaculation, and displaying little regard for her pleasure. Now, as Violet sucked so lovingly on his cock, he found himself intent on increasing her enjoyment of the oral exchange.
He deserted the slippery vaginal entrance and concentrated on the swollen nub of her clitoris, catching the meaty bud between his teeth and flicking his tongue back and forth across the sensitive tip. Violet reacted by grinding her dripping pussy against his chin, mouth and nose, her warm cuntal juice spreading over his greedy lips as he sucked at the tasty morsel, finding that his oral caress served to spur the excited girl to a more rapid bobbing on his straining prick.
Without warning, Violet was coming, her hips grinding and pumping as the orgasmic explosions ripped through her steaming cunt. Chuck quickly released the retreating clitoris and opened his mouth wide, covering the entire opening of her spasming slit He pulled the pliant lips between his teeth, shoving his fluttering tongue up into the convulsing channel, feeling it tighten about his oral member as he sucked the warm outpouring of her climax, swallowing as fast as he could in an effort to claim all of the delicious liquid.
Violet's body shuddered from head to toe, and her lips surrendered their greedy hold on his cock, her head lifting to roll wildly as she tried to pull her hips from his powerful grip. His fingers, clutching the cheeks of her quivering ass, were like bonds that kept her cunt glued to his slurping mouth.
"Wait! Chuck! Please! My god! I can't stand it, honey!"
Reluctantly, he eased the savage siphoning of her carnal honey, his tongue withdrawing from the mushy orifice to broaden and lick upward through the quivering slit. He planted a noisy kiss on her re-hooded clitoris as she dismounted, panting and moaning, easing her voluptuous curves onto the bed beside him.
Chuck rolled onto his back, sudden laughter bubbling from his throat and causing Violet to sit up and stare at him in confusion. His cock, still wet with her 'saliva, and still throbbing with its unspent load, wiggled with the violent shudders of amusement.
"Mind letting me in on the joke?" Violet demanded, one brow elevating in curiosity.
"I was just imagining the reaction of my adoring fans," he gasped, "if they could have seen me with my face buried in your snatch."
Violet frowned, grinned, then giggled. "Jesus! Yeah! I see what you mean. Chuck Newman, handsome newsman!" She broke off to join him in a fit of laughter that doubled her body, bringing her face down to his in a kiss that began playfully, and ended with him guiding her mouth back to his rearing prick.
She claimed him without question or resistance, sucking the engorged prong with noisy slurps, her tongue circling and swirling as she worked her lips up and down the strutted column. Her fingers, soft and gentle, fondled his swollen balls, rolling and squeezing, her nails raking lightly along the sensitive area between the scrotal sac and his anus, finally teasing the tiny circle as she felt his cock swell and shudder inside her sucking mouth.
His come flooded her throat, forcing her to swallow again and again as the thick cream spurted from the jerking prick. She moaned her happiness, using her lips to milk the throbbing joint, tongue licking savagely across the slitted tip to gather the last delicious drop of his seminal offering.
Chuck pulled the whimpering Violet up to where his mouth could feast on hers, his tongue driving and searching as the taste of his own come tantalized his oral buds. He rolled her over, mounting her writhing body and grinding his hard prick against her warm belly, his balls rolling in the wet trench of her cunt as" she wrapped her legs about him and worked her crotch up in unspoken invitation.
"Why the hell would Dave want to cut out on something like this?" he demanded hoarsely, his chest moving slowly and caressingly against her distended nipples. "My god, Violet! You're everything a man could want!"
She tried to concentrate on his words, but her voice was strained by the hunger for that cock that lay trapped between their bellies. "I've never done that for Dave," she admitted. "Not since we were married, anyway." She pushed her hips upward. "How about Shirley? Did you ever eat her like that?"
He wagged his head. "No, damn it! I was always too busy thinking about what she would think of me if I did it. Hell! I wanted to. I just didn't."
Violet made a little face. "So, they're off somewhere doing the things we wouldn't do with them."
"And we're not exactly wasting time," he reminded her, running his tongue across her open mouth. "I think, in view of all that's happened, the next logical step is as follows."
He lifted his hips and dragged the head of his prick back through her bush, laying it in the slippery jaws of her cunt, the tip pressing gently against her inner labia.
"Oh, my god!" she breathed. "Yes!"
Her ass came up off the bed, sliding her pussy onto his cock before he could begin that delightful first thrust. She wiggled her hips, frictioning the slippery walls of her vagina about the hot hardness, convulsing the powerful muscles in rhythmic squeezings that made him gasp.
With one savage movement, he slid the full length of his prong into the juicy corridor, ramming the rounded tip against her spasming cervix and holding it there as her ass bucked in delighted reaction.
"Do it slow!" she panted, screwing her convulsing cunt about the hilted hardness, hips jerking as the exquisite tingles of pleasure radiated from the deep frictioning. Her nerve-laced labia, stretched by the thick base of his shaft, shivered and tightened about the hot meat. "God! I love it when it's real slow!"
Chuck covered her mouth with his, their tongues fencing in a lazy dance that was more exciting because of its restraint. His thighs tensed, his buttocks relaxing as he pulled his cock slowly and smoothly outward through the pulsating clutch of her pussy.
The flared rim of his glans tugged the fluttering labial sphincter into a distended ring, pausing so they could both savor the anticipation of re-entry. When he began that delicious slide, Violet worked her ass in a wide circling, grinding the mushy grip about his prick until he groaned in ecstasy and shoved it to the hilt, his balls pressing tightly against her writhing ass.
Her vaginal juices bubbled about his shaft, seeping out to trickle over his nut sac and the crack of her hunching tail. He rolled his balls against her ass, his pubic arch massaging her clitoral notch and the swollen nub that throbbed at the apex of the strained circle.
Chuck forced himself to work slowly, something he had always considered senseless. With Shirley, and with her predecessors, he had banged away with only one goal in mind, and without regard for their participatory pleasure. Now, suddenly and dramatically, his attitude was reversed, and he was intent on pleasing the lovely creature whose deliciously tight cunt undulated about his probing cock.
The slow passage of his prick through the contracting passage enabled him to enjoy the more subtle motions of that torrid sleeve. He could feel each distinct ripple of the vaginal muscles, like hot fingers sliding inward about his cock, and he could savor the individual gushes of her cunt juice, bathing his throbbing shaft as it slid up into the churning depths.
Violet was almost out of her head with excitement. Never before had she felt so completely free with a man, able to exercise every muscle and control his movements with only a whispered suggestion.
"Damn!" Chuck murmured, staring at her contorted features as she panted her way through the lengthy orgasm. "What a pussy!"
In and out, squishing and gurgling, his prick stroked through the clenching sleeve, frictioning the delicate nerves into another and more powerful come. The vagina tightened about his cock with almost painful force, the slippery walls churning and caressing. His own pleasure mounted, the thrills stabbing every nerve of his, perspiring body.
"I'm gonna come, baby!" Vie rasped, beginning to pound his hips against hers with an accelerated tempo, making her grunt as he slammed his engorged prick against her womb-mouth with each deep thrust.
"Oh, god! Yes!" she cried, her legs climbing and scissoring his arching back, shoving her gurgling cunt up to receive his harsh shoves. "Shoot me full!"
He was driving for the finish, his ass hammering between her thighs with a furious rhythm, his prick sloshing in and out of the frothing lips of her pussy and jabbing the deepest recess of her responsive cunt.
For what seemed like an eternity, there was only the unique sound of their meshing organs and the excited gasps of combined effort. The sound mounted in intensity and speed, climbing to an unbearable peak before Chuck rammed his cock into her and gripped her writhing ass with both powerful hands, his body jerking as the semen burst from his balls and spurted into her gulping snatch, meeting an answering explosion of that velvet sheath as Violet worked her crotch in a wild circle and milked his prick with vaginal contractions that left him gasping and drained.
They fell apart, gasping for breath, bodies streaked with sweat, and Violet's pussy dribbling an overflow of their mingled juices. It was she who dragged herself down to take his slippery cock between her lips, nursing it with loving suction and teasing the sensitive head into renewed readiness with her swirling tongue.
When he cried out with the nearness of his orgasm, she only tightened her mouth about the upper half, her warm fingers pumping the base of his cock as she sucked even harder, making little nasal sounds as her tousled head bobbed up and down, drawing him over the brink and into the whirling ecstasy of a savage come that lifted his convulsing buttocks off the bed.
She claimed his ropy sperm with hungry gulps, swallowing rapidly in an attempt to catch all of the delicious cream. Chuck was only dimly aware of her sharp fingernail, teasing his flexing anus as he spurted his load against the writhing tongue.
Violet left him sprawled on the bed, padding naked into the small den and returning with two heavily spiked drinks. She smiled as his eyes watched her approach, the hot gaze dwelling on the chestnut curls of her triangle and the cherry-tipped perfection of the firm tits. She handed him one of the frosty glasses and sat down on the foot of the bed.
"It's funny," she said in a soft voice. "I hardly know you, yet I feel more free, somehow, than I ever have with Dave."
"Same here," he nodded. He gave a little frown as he added, "Maybe that's why they did it."
Violet sipped the powerful drink. "I read somewhere that most married people are more inhibited with their mate than with a stranger."
"That's what I mean," he said. "I don't see how we can blame them. We didn't waste any time getting together."
She stuck out her tongue at him. "You took advantage of my innocence. After all, you're a handsome television personality, and I'm just a little old housewife."
He laughed, easily and contentedly, swirling the liquid in the delicate glass before taking a long sip. His eyes played over the thrusting curve of her high breasts, seeing the nipples stiffen as she became aware of his appraisal.
"You're getting me excited again," she said in a silky purr, her hips moving suggestively against the rumpled sheet. "I haven't done it twice in a row in ages."
"So?" he murmured, his cock swelling and rising above his belly. "Does that mean you don't want it?' Her eyes twinkled, and the pink tongue danced across her soft lower lip, white teeth flashing. "That means I'm about to be violated," she giggled. "Are you really going to violate me, Chuck?"
He sat up, reaching for her drink, and waiting until she emptied it before plucking the glass from her hand. He placed them both on the bedside table, pulling her down and mounting her inviting nakedness in one easy motion.
Violet's thighs became velvet clamps about his arched hips, and her heels found purchase on his taut buttocks to lever her dripping cunt upward against the throbbing knob of his regenerated prick. The greedy lips slipped over the engorged head, and her vaginal muscles sucked him deep into her belly, squeezing and massaging the invading hardness until he began fucking her, plunging through the slippery accumulation of their previous mating.
"Good?" he queried, grinding his nut sac against her wriggling ass.
"Delicious!" she panted, working her hips beneath his slowly hammering pelvis, and exercising the powerful internal muscles about the frictioning cock. "If the women who watch your newscast knew how wonderful you are in bed, they'd fuck you to death."
"I'll settle for you," he murmured, alternating his deep thrusts with a little twist of his hips that made her ass jerk with appreciative response.
"Don't spoil it, Chuck," she reminded him. "Don't get heavy." She was reaching for a climax, her ass bouncing with frantic speed, as though it had developed a will of its own. The only evidence of her mini-orgasm was a pause in her speech and a rhythmic convulsion of her juicy cunt as Chuck continued spearing its torrid depths with his throbbing prick.
He let his chest rub the distended nipples as he nibbled at a dainty ear lobe, his words gusting softly. "Okay, I'll put it another way. I'll settle for you and Shirley."
"And Dave," she added breathlessly. "If you include one, you have to include the other. I think I'd like that."
He almost halted his steady stroking, but the sensation of sliding through that deliciously clenching pussy was stronger than the surprise of her remark.
"Do you mean all at once?" he said, tightening his grip on her shoulders and hunching his prong in and out with a harsher thrusting, his belly slapping audibly against hers.
Her fingers raked, making him wince and speed up even more. "Be honest," she panted. "Wouldn't it be nice to have them right here in the bed with us?"
For a moment, Chuck rejected the image. Then, the sheer audacity of her suggestion fanned his excitement, and he closed his eyes, imagining Shirley's magnificent body beside him, with Dave Montrose driving his engorged prick in and out of that luscious blonde pussy, just as he, Chuck, stroked Violet's dripping cunt A red haze of quick jealousy almost blotted out the image. But a strange enjoyment washed the sudden anger away, leaving only a mounting desire to turn the dream into reality. He could almost feel Dave's knee against his own as they pumped away at the two lovely creatures, knowing that they could change mounts at will.
"What makes you think Dave would go along with the idea?" Still pounding, stirring the juices into a slippery lather about his balls as they flopped rhythmically against her busy tail.
"Why shouldn't he?" She met each deep probe of his cock with a savage gyration of her elevated ass. "Each of you has fucked both of us."
"Yeah," he groaned as a stab of ecstasy lanced his roiling balls. "But not at the same time in the same bed."
"Wouldn't that make it even better?" she demanded, her vaginal muscles milking him as she neared another delicious climax. Her long legs worked to lever her cunt up and down on his plunging cock.
"Yes, damn it!" he gasped. His hips were out of control, hammering his prong into her with fierce thrusts. "I'd even like to see Dave do it to you!"
They were unable to pursue the subject any further. Their bodies shook with the violence of the orgasm that slammed their loins together in a furious release. Violet's pussy unleashed a hot gush of thick juice that laved Chuck's prick just as it bored through the undulating sheath to spurt its own rich cream deep in the flexing tunnel, his sperm jetting against the greedy mouth of her convulsing womb.
"Don't take it out!" she whimpered when the exquisite spasms had subsided. "Jesus! It feels so good in there!"
Chuck's chest bore down on the firm softness of her tits, his mouth almost touching her wet lips. "What if Dave comes in?"
"Who gives a damn?" she said, her eyes glazed in the aftermath of their passion. "He's probably up to his ears in Shirley's crack!"
"You want to know something?" he said, working his hips in a little circle that moved his prick in the mushy heat of her delicious cunt. "I hope to hell he is. It would make what we're doing seem right."
Violet wasn't listening. Already, she was rocking her ass in another climax, her pussy shuddering and sucking his hilted cock. Before she was done, he was fucking her again, lost in a blazing inferno of lust that he could not resist.
The bed echoed the rhythm of their coupling flesh, and their throaty cries blended with the sound of his prick as it pistoned in and out of her semen-filled cunt, frictioning the dancing nerves into an ecstasy beyond precedent.