Chapter 13
"Outstanding," Larry said, crossing his knife and fork on his plate. "There's not a restaurant in town that can come close."
"Thank you," Carla said. "Cooking for somebody who appreciates it is fun."
"Carla, you did the cooking, so I'll clear the table," Roxy said. "Darling, take her to the rec room, maybe put on some music and dance."
"Slow dancing," Carla said. "Roxy, is it okay if I flirt with your husband? I like to flirt when I dance."
"Feel free," Roxy replied, "just leave him in one piece and undamaged."
"Oh, honey, I never damage precious goods," Carla quipped.
"Well, don't get risque until I get there. I don't want to miss anything."
Carla took Larry's hand and went with him, and Roxy worked at record speed clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. From the glint in Carla's eyes, she knew Carla had gotten her message, loud and clear.
Larry loaded the CD player with six disks and turned to Carla. "Wait," he said as she took a step toward him, "let me look at you."
She was wearing a white knit dress and white, high heel pumps. Her clingy dress emphasized her voluptuous figure, caressed her superb tits, nipped her slender waist, flowed over her womanly hips and draped over her generously rounded ass. Her long black hair brushed her cheeks with feathery curls, framing her finely sculptured features and lush red lips. Obviously, she had taken extra care with her appearance.
He whistled softly and said, "You look fabulous, like you were going out with a special guy."
She grinned mischievously. "In and out and around and around sounds good to me. I think I'm with somebody special right now. You and Roxy are my best friends."
"Did I hear my name?" Roxy came into the room, carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses. She took one look at the situation and decided that she had to do something to get things moving in the direction she wanted them to go. "I brought the other bottle of that delicious wine. Maybe we'll get a little tipsy and do something wild. Darling, did you properly reward Carla for that superb dinner?"
"How would you like me to reward you?"
Carla smiled sexily. "Why don't we start with a kiss?"
"Darling," Roxy said, "when a guy takes a girl out on a date and feeds her a nice meal, he thinks she owes him something. Well, Carla gave you a nice meal tonight, so the shoe is on the other foot, and now you owe her."
Larry thought Carla looked almost virginal in white. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled into his arms, and her provocative kiss was anything but chaste. She undulated her voluptuous body against his and they instinctively moved to the music, their lips locked, her tongue trying to reach his tonsils.
She broke the kiss and said softly, "I'm naked under my dress." She nibbled on his ear lobe and thrust her cunt mound at his crotch. "Touch me, and you'll see. You won't find a panty line."
Larry glanced over Carla's shoulder at his wife. They were only a few feet away, and he knew she could hear what Carla said. Roxy lifted her dress so he could see that she wasn't wearing panties, then grinned and gave him a thumbs up. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra, and knew she was telling him that she approved of whatever he wanted to do.
"You could be wearing a girdle or body shaper," he said to Carla.
"God, I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those things, honey! For better or worse, everything under my dress is all natural. No elastic, and definitely no silicone."
"I can vouch for that," Roxy said. "I see her naked every week when we shower after our tennis game."
Carla's audacious behavior, and his wife's approval, delighted him. Still, his mouth dried out and his hands shook slightly as they slid down Carla's back to the firm, shapely cheeks of her foxy ass.
"This jersey material clings to me so tightly that I can't wear anything under it," Carla continued. "Except maybe a garter belt and hose. I don't have even that much under it tonight. I thought you might like a little thrill."
"You know what you're doing, don't you?"
They swayed to the music without moving their feet. Carla chuckled sexily and straddled his leg and pressed the top of her thigh against the lump of his cock. All of the blood drained out of his brain and into his cock, and he didn't know if his dick was going to explode, or if he was going to pass out, or both.
"Oh, honey, I know exactly what I'm doing," she said. "If you don't believe me, you can prove it for yourself."
"How?"
"You know how. Bunch up the back of my dress and feel my ass." She rubbed her thigh against his cock with more pressure. "Go ahead, honey, touch my bare ass."
"You do realize that my wife is just a few feet away, don't you?"
"Go ahead, darling," Roxy said, "see if she's telling you the truth. You aren't chicken, are you, don't you want to feel her bare bottom?" Roxy sat on the couch, calmly sipping wine and watching the two lovebirds. "Turn her back toward me so I can see your hands when you touch her bare ass."
Larry's fingers moved slowly, gathering up Carla's dress. As the hem cleared the top of her thighs, she rubbed her pussy up and down his leg, and pressed her leg harder against the lump his pants, bringing his cock to full erection.
"Oh, my," Carla muttered, "you must have the air conditioner set on high. The air in here is so cold on my naked ass. Or maybe it's because my skin is so hot. What do you think, honey, could it be because my pussy is on fire?"
He rubbed both hands over her bare ass. Her skin was just as hot as she said, and just as bare as far as he could tell. He kneaded the sumptuous, shapely globes of flesh, and, suddenly, his entire universe was centered in the head of his stiff dick, and he completely forgot that his wife was sitting a few away, watching intently. Carla's voluptuous, sexy body, her naked ass and her bawdy, teasing words occupied his mind completely. "Wild bitch," he hissed.
"Oh, honey, you don't know how wild I really am! How does it feel? Do you like playing with a girl's bare ass while you wife watches?" She intentionally continued to say ass to inflame him.
"You could be wearing thong panties," he said boldly.
"Only one way to find out, honey. I don't have to lead you by the hand, you know what to do."
She got off his leg and stood in front of him, her legs parted slightly, glued her mouth to his and gave him a deep French kiss that made his toes curl and his nerves tingle. He was going to wake up in a few minutes, in bed, having a wet dream. In the meantime, he might as well enjoy himself. If it was a wet dream, it was a mighty fine one, and he didn't want to miss a second of it.
"Well," she said, her voice loaded with hot lust, "what are you waiting for? I warn you, though, all you're going to find is my pussy, and I hope you don't mind getting your finger wet. I'm flowing like a damn river. I can even feel some of it running down the inside of my thighs."
"Roxy's pussy feels like a bottle of warm oil when she gets hot," he murmured.
"Then you know what to expect."
His hand skated around her hip and scooted into her crotch, and all he touched was hair, what felt like tons of long bushy curls.
"I can't see what you're doing, darling," Roxy said.
Carla turned so Roxy could see her crotch and stared straight into Larry's eyes and opened her legs a little further. Inspired by her bawdy behavior, and the lust controlling him, he slid the tip of his finger down her sultry gash, moved his hand lower and eased his finger into her hot, sopping hole.
She captured his finger with her strong cunt muscles and pulled it all the way in until his knuckle was touching the lips. "Ahhh, yes," she whispered hotly. She hunched on his finger, and her hole got wetter.
His finger felt as though it was inside a fiery, wet cauldron. "Damn, Carla, you're hotter than the tail pipe on a jet plane!"
Carla chuckled deep in her throat. "I told you so. "Play with my clit, and I'll cum for you. I always cum really hard when my clitty is rubbed."
"You are one hot bitch," he exclaimed softly.
"Or a bitch in heat, whichever you like. Haven't you ever jacked Roxy off in a public place?"
"No, but the idea is intriguing."
"I jacked him off in a restaurant the other night," Roxy laughed, "and I thought he was going to faint. Turn her a little more so I can see her pussy, darling, and rub her clit."
The kinky turn of events didn't really surprise Larry. His scheming, horny wife had hinted at this, but he didn't want to get his hopes too high, so he put it down as her way of stimulating him to greater effort when he fucked her. Next time, he would pay more attention to what she said and believe her. He turned Carla so she was nearly facing Roxy.
"That's just right, darling," Roxy said. "Now, get her off. Carla, I've never watched a girl cum, so don't hold anything back, give me a good show."
Larry eased his finger out of Carla's humid hole and slid it up her slit, and the long, thick lips closed around his finger. "When I play with Roxy's pussy, the lips close over my ringer the same way," he said softly, talking mostly to himself. The tip of his finger rocked her boy-in-the-boat, and she gasped softly and jerked her hips. He rubbed the large bump experimentally, as if confirming that he really was touching her clit. "Damn, your clit is bigger than Roxy's, and hers is the biggest one I've ever seen."
"The better to cum with, my darling," Carla snickered. "We'll compare after while."
Larry rubbed the hard, erect pleasure point a little harder, Carla spasmed, and he massaged it faster. She put one arm around his neck and nuzzled her face into the crook of his shoulder and bucked at his hand.
"Carla," Roxy said, "open your legs a little more, darling." Watching her husband play with another girl's pussy fascinated her, kicked her lust into high gear. She knew it was going to be exciting, but not this exciting, and they hadn't yet reached the high point of the evening. "Yes, that's it. I can see his finger a lot better."
The whole situation was bizarre. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would be finger-fucking another girl, let alone right in front of his wife-and while she encouraged him, to boot! His cock throbbed and jerked, attempting to burst out of his pants, and he had the crazy dread that he was going to cream his jeans.
Carla lifted her head and looked at Roxy. "My little cunny feels so good, darling," she whispered hotly. "I'm going to cum so hard!"
Carla sucked the lobe of Larry's ear into her mouth and bit it, and he nearly jumped out of his shoes. She pushed her thigh against his prick and rubbed it as she hunched on his finger and her body vibrated.
Six months of marriage isn't really a very long time, but it was long enough to make
Larry forget how much fun it was to get different girls off. He held onto Carla with one arm, keeping her bountiful tits crushed into his chest, and diddled her huge clit, rolling it and massaging it rapidly.
She tightened her arm around his neck and shook like an aspen leaf in a strong wind. The faster he stroked her clit, the harder her body shook, and he wondered if her body was going to vibrate to pieces and fly all over the rec room.
The music was still playing, but now it was merely a background sound, something to cum to, not dance to. Carla came down from her orgasm slowly, her body still twitching, but was no longer in danger of vibrating to pieces. "Oh, darling, that was positively marvelous," she sighed. "You do know how to find a girl's hot button, don't you?"
Larry eased up the pressure on her clit and stroked it lightly. "I couldn't miss yours, it's as big as the end of my little finger."
"Would you believe that I can often cum just by rubbing my thighs together?"
"I'm about ready to believe most anything about you."
She giggled and kissed him lightly, then took his hand and stuck his finger in his mouth. 'Tell me how my pussy tastes," she said with a big, seductive smile.
"Delicious," he replied.
Roxy was just about hot enough to set the couch on fire. "If you two are trying to make me jealous," she said, "you're succeeding. Carla, you're beautiful when you cum. Watching you made my pussy wet enough to drown a fish. Darling, how hard is your cock?" In her excited state, the words rushed out as she tried to cover all the bases at once.
"Well, it's been harder," he replied, "but it's hard enough to get the job done."
"I want it as hard as an iron bar," Roxy said. She stood and took off her dress and tossed it over the back of the couch, then sat down with her legs spread. "Carla, come sit by me and let's give him a little show. I think he needs a little more stimulation."