Chapter 9
Sleeping alone proved to be an impossible task for Randi. It wasn't that she was horny for a hot, hard cock to quench the thirsty flames of desire that raged inside her cunt. No. She found herself truly missing Roger. With him not even in the house, Randi felt an empty sense, a void that was very painful. She couldn't deny a strong sense of guilt as she tossed and turned on the big, empty bed. This most recent splitting was due completely to her lusty escapade in the club lounge and there was no way she could gloss over that fact. Roger, she admitted, had a right to be disgusted with her. Not so much for her actions, but because she tried to hide her actions from him.
She stirred on the big bed and finally sat up. There was no use pretending that she would sleep tonight. She stepped across the bedroom and quickly dressed. If she was going to be miserable, she decided to at least find someone to share her misery. As selfish as that was, Randi left the house determined not to apologize for being human.
She drove directly to Joan Taber's apartment, trusting that the young blonde wouldn't be too upset at welcoming a late-night guest. Joan, Randi was convinced, had been her best move since the opening of the club under its new operation. Someone like Joan, Randi believed, could help her with her current problem concerning Roger. After all, Joan wasn't new to the swinging scene and she had apparently seen all kinds of tensions such freewheeling lifestyles bring to couples. Certainly Joan wouldn't be shocked by anything Randi could tell her. Wise advice and understanding were a couple of things Randi felt like she could use at this time.
She parked the car and strolled up the well lighted walkway to Joan's apartment. Joan had provided the address on her formal job application form and Randi, perhaps sensing from the very beginning that she would need Joan's council, had memorized the address. She was grateful for that foresight as she rang the bell and prepared to greet Joan with a rash of heart-felt apologies for the late hour intrusion.
She waited several seconds before ringing the bell a second time. Finally, a light came on behind the door and she heard the sound of the dead-bolt lock freeing the door. Then Joan peeked her head around the door and, Randi thought, did a marvelous job of concealing surprise at seeing her midnight visitor.
"I know it's late, Joan and this is a terrible ..." Randi began, only to have her words cut off by Joan.
"Forget it," Joan said, opening the door wide for Randi. "I wasn't asleep," she added with a smirky grin and a wink. "Come in and get warm."
Randi entered the cozy apartment and noticed that Joan was alluringly dressed in a flimsy, see-through white negligee. The spider-web material did nothing to hide the creamy nudity of Joan and her lush curves as she led Randi deeper into the apartment.
"I must be disturbing you," Randi said, flashing her own lewd grin at the masseuse. "I'll be happy to fix myself some coffee and stay quietly in your kitchen."
"Don't be ridiculous," Joan said with a giggle. "I've never believed in sneaking around. Besides, it's a lot more healthy when everything is out in the open. Don't be shy. Follow me"
Randi followed the luscious blonde down a short hallway and into a partially opened doorway. She stopped frozen one step inside the bedroom, her eyes locked on the image of Roger sprawled nude across the bed, a sheepish smile suddenly slipping from his face as he spotted his wife. Randi gasped with shocked surprise and immediately saw her husband's hard cock wilt to half-staff limpness.
"I believe you two know each other," Joan said with a soft chuckle. She sat demurely on the foot of the bed and crossed her long, shapely legs. "Lighten up, Randi," she said brightly. "Now is a perfect time for you two to settle this nonsense."
"Hypocritical bastard!" Randi hissed, charging up to the bed and her husband. "You son of a bitch! Getting pissed off at me for fucking around and here you are holding your dick in an employee's bed!"
"Cool it, Randi," Roger said, sitting up on the bed as his cock fell all the way like a limp noodle. "Being the outraged wife doesn't fit you."
"Fuck yourself, Roger Yates!" Randi yelled as her anger boiled. "You've had a hard on for Joan ever since you first saw her this morning. Hell, I've got eyes. You damn near shot your wad in the office this morning just looking at her. You've been planning this little evening ever since then. Admit it, you lying bastard! You found a good excuse not to come home tonight so you could sneak over here and fuck Joan behind my back!"
"Regardless of this morning, he sure doesn't have a hard on now," Joan intoned with another tiny chuckle.
Her casual tone and easy laughter caused Randi to suddenly stop her yelling and face Joan. As she looked into the blonde's lovely, smiling face, it slowly dawned on her that she was acting like a regular bitch. Roger was right, she knew. Acting like a bitchy wife wasn't her normal behavior and she now regretted slipping into that distasteful role. Joan had made her point well.
She willed herself to calm down as she slumped down onto the bed beside Joan. She glanced at her husband and managed a small grin.
"Wanna tell me what a good fuck Joan is?" Randi asked, lightly scratching her husband's leg.
"We could've shown you if you hadn't of barged in here screaming and shouting like the world's last scorned woman," Joan said, easing down on the bed, lazily running her fingertips through the matted forest of Roger's cock hair. "Roger, you think we can get your dick back to life?"
"I think you're already doing that," Roger said, looking down at his prick quickly throbbed into fresh awakening.
Randi watched the spectacle with unblinking eyes, finding herself fascinated by the horny sight of her husband's huge pecker inflating. "At least you have good taste in your women, Roger," she said without taking her eyes off his rising dick. "I really can't blame you for wanting to fuck Joan. She is very beautiful."
"Why don't you stop talking and put your mouth to better use," Roger said as his cock pulsated into a half-hard state. "No reason for Joan to have to do all the work."
"Your husband has a wonderful idea," Joan said as she tangled her fingertips around his bristled dick halt "I love watching a lady eat cock. Of course, I like it even better when I'm the lady eating the cock."
Randi laughed a deep, throaty chuckle and quickly scooted up on the bed until her mouth was inches from her husband's dong. "You watch, honey," Randi said. "See if I do it right."
Randi flicked her tongue out and licked Roger's cockhead, causing it to immediately spring against her touch. Quickly, she dipped her face down and sucked his growing pecker between her lips, thrilling by the sensations of his cock hardening inside her warm mouth. She moaned as his rod filled her mouth and her nipples tingled into rubbery, stiff points.
"Mmmmmmm!" Roger's deep masculine voice groaned as he squirmed his ass against the mattress. "How's that for rising to the occasion?"
"I don't believe your wife can answer you," Joan said with a giggle as she untied the thin belt of her negligee. Her mammoth tits instantly spilled out into full, lush view, sporting tremendous pink nipples. "Her mouth is too full."
Roger's cock was like a hot, pulsating hose as it thundered into its full hardness. Randi felt the rod as it stretched her mouth, bulging her cheeks out. She didn't hesitate now to suck hungrily on the huge, swollen fuck-knob, knowing that she was thrilling Roger and loving the sparkling sensations that swept over her body. Eating Roger had always turned her on and now she knew why. He was the one man she truly loved and nothing pleased her more than satisfying him.
She cupped her hands over his balls and massaged them as she chewed on his dick. She munched the prick around in her mouth, showering it with her hot saliva, then licking it clean with her tongue. She used her tongue-tip to toy with his sensitive piss slit, then suddenly opened her mouth to its limit and gulped in as much of his rock-hard shaft as possible. She clamped her lips firmly around the thick, hairy base of his dong and nibbled away.
"Get up here and sit on my face," Roger said to Joan, his tongue husky with lust. "Randi is about to get a mouthful of spunk at the rate she's going. I need something to take my mind off what she's doing to my cock." "No need to explain a thing, darling," Joan said eagerly as she scrambled upon her knees, whipping off her negligee. "I never turn down an invitation like that."
Randi blinked her eyes up without taking her mouth away from Roger's dick, anxious to catch the horny sight of Joan straddling Roger's face. She surprised herself by not feeling any sense of jealousy as the other woman lowered a strange pussy over her husband's mouth. Randi took it with a sense of pride that she didn't feel threatened by Joan's bold action or that Roger had demanded the action in the first place. Maybe, she reasoned, I'm feeling really secure in my relationship with my husband.
She didn't allow herself more time to dwell on her thoughts and feelings. Instead, she concentrated on sucking Roger's cock and savoring the glorious spasms that were rocking her juicing cunt. She felt her twitching cunt pound and throb as she chewed on her husband's dick and milked his balls with her fingers.
"Ooooohhhh, yyyeeeaaahhh!" Joan shrieked, her shrill cry of pleasure piercing the silent bedroom. "You're driving me wild, Roger! Aaaaahhhhh! That's beautiful what you're doing to my cunt!"
Randi had no trouble hearing the slurping sounds Roger was making as he lapped up Joan's cuntal juices. Hot lust was now flowing through her veins as her pussy fluid dampened her quivering cunt lips and even wet her inside thighs. Still, she worked her mouth and tongue up and down over his bullet-shaped dick even as he now rammed it in and out of her mouth. His ass was actually bouncing up and down on the mattress and Randi loved the way he was fucking her mouth.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Joan yelled and Randi strained to watch as the gorgeous blonde shuddered and gyrated as she rode Roger's face. Then, Roger's strong hands gripped Joan's shapely asscheeks and easily lifted her up and off, causing her to topple in a gasping heap beside him on the bed.
"Get up here now, Randi," Roger ordered, his face glistening with Joan's pussy nectar. "I wanna taste your juice before I fuck you."
"Yes, sir!" Randi said happily as she popped his dong out of her mouth and hastily stripped off her clothes.
Within seconds she was naked and starting to sit on her husband's face. Then, just as she mounted him, he shook his head and instructed her to face his feet.
"I like the way you suck my dick," he said. "Keep doing it while I'm eating your cunt."
Randi didn't have to be told twice as she made the necessary adjustment in position and settled herself with her pussy squarely over his mouth. Now, gazing down on his rigid pecker, she leaned forward, her big boobs rubbing against his chest and stomach and, just as she recaptured his fuckknob between her lips, she felt Roger's tongue knife between her juicy cunt lips.
She thought she would faint with arousal as his magic tongue did wonders spearing through her cream-slimy cuntal tissues, plugging her spasming pussy passage. She bounced, gently up and down, careful not to get carried away, and discovered that it helped her as she puckered her lips and moved them up and down on his engorged fuck-pole.
Her pussy was on fire as he tongue-fucked her cunt channel and she suddenly felt a mad rushing of her womanly cream out, lubing his probing tongue. Her entire body shook as the intense heat in the depths of her coming snatch radiated a nerve-tingling ecstasy to every region of her body. She opened her mouth wide to scream with pleasure only to almost gag as Roger rammed his hard dick straight into her mouth with a violent thrust, nudging her throat. She reacted quickly and managed to accommodate his plunging prick, sucking on it with inspired zeal. She closed her eyes and savored the tremendous sensations that swept over her.
Then, as if being swept away by a strong, silent wind in a dream, she felt herself being lifted, propelled effortlessly as Roger grabbed her waist and placed her on top of his raging hard cock. She shrieked with joy as he lowered her onto his dick, maneuvering her like a rag doll. The force and friction of Roger's big stiff pecker-head cutting through her trembling, sensitive cuntal membranes snapped her senses into alertness. She threw her head back and yelled a guttural cry of passion as his searing dong speared through her twat opening.
"Oh, God, you're tight," he hissed with obvious pleasure as his strong fingers squeezed her waist.
Randi tried to brace herself atop his impaling prick, but her efforts were useless. Roger was in total control as his strong hands positioned her and his pumping dick nailed her in place. She shivered with delight as his huge cockhead popped through her tight pussy hole and her clinging snatch pulp enveloped it. She wiggled her ass as much as she could within a small radius that Roger had left her, then he hammered his rod all the way into her seething canal.
She bellowed with lust as his manly fuck-rod filled her womanly cavern and she sat fully on his crotch. She dropped her hands down to his balls and fondled them lovingly as she savored the glorious sensations of having her husband's pecker lodged tightly inside her cunt. But he didn't allow her much rest as he lifted her back up and held her in place as he again rammed his prick hard into her convulsing pussy pulp.
Time after time, she erupted into a string of mind-numbing orgasms, each one more intense than the one before. Her continual cries of joy made her voice hoarse and raspy as Roger bounced her up and down on his ramrodding dong. Through it all, she rode his mammoth fuck-pole with wild abandon, confined in her motions and strokes by his strong hands and manly guidance. The ecstasy overloaded her system and she could no longer separate the isolated pockets of pleasures as they blended together. Her whole body felt singed into a single, welded mass of shuddering, vibrating joy.
Finally, with a final deep thrust of his pile driving cock, his white, hot come flew out the tight slit of his dick and rained inside Randi's cream oozing, smoldering cunthole. He screamed passionately as his load belched into her quivering crevice, drenching the spasming, pink walls of her hungry womanly canal. Her pussy worked feverishly, slurping up his jizz, milking his shaft dry as she slumped and slowly fell forward face-down between his spread thighs, twitching and moaning in ecstasy.
It was dawn before Randi drifted into a peaceful, secure sleep. Her last conscious thought was how wonderful it felt having Joan gently sucking Roger's spunk out of her throbbing, puffed pussy. She sighed deeply and slept like a baby, her fingers wrapped protectively around Roger's spent pecker.