Chapter 3
Unable to believe that, Frank hovered behind her, droplets of her cunt juice dripping off the end of his condom. Mara dropped her shoulders to the mattress. Frank spread her ass cheeks.
"I know damn well you're too hung up to use your mouth on my shitter," she hissed, looking back over her ass at him.
There was only one answer to that. Feeling his cock throb against the condom, he kissed both her butt cheeks, then placed his mouth over her ass crack. He'd only done this twice, he dimly recalled. But it wasn't the kind of thing he'd forget. Jabbing his tongue out, he touched the hard ring of her anus and pushed against it.
Mara cried out loudly, wriggling her butt around and dislodging his tongue. She shouted at him to keep going, and he got his tongue tip back in place. After a bit more resistance, her anal muscles gave way and he got his tongue tip in.
"Try your finger. Open my slutty ass-hole up!"
One finger went in slowly, then he tried two. Unable to resist doing the sexual act he'd wanted to do for so long, he yanked his fingers out and thrust his protected rod down her crack. She yelped at the feel of his cockhead on her anus, then she groaned loudly as he slowly and steadily pushed his cock in.
Her ass gripped his hard-on like it was her hand, squeezing deliberately hard. He groped for her cunt, found it and slipped two fingers in. His fingers grazed her G-spot as he started to stroke, feeling the cum rise in his cock shaft. His cock was starting to jerk, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer.
"Oh, you have such a fucking tight ass-hole!" Frank exclaimed.
"Shut up and fuck it, all right?" she said into the sheets.
He couldn't feel the condom, only the squirming tightness of her rectum. He drew back slowly, his cock jerking more, and he pressed down hard on her G-spot. Without any buildup, she launched into a full-fledged climax, tossing herself around so violently that he had to free his hand from her churning pussy and hold both her hips to keep his cock in place.
Two strokes, three, and he was leaning against her butt and grunting as he shot his load into the condom. Her wild thrashing gradually calmed down, and he maintained his tight grip until the last of his cum shot out. Since she'd climaxed, her ass-hole was even tighter. Gripping the rim of the condom tightly to keep it from slipping off inside her, Frank withdrew his prick, hearing a soft popping noise as the semen-filled head cleared her bunghole.
He sat back on his haunches and rested his palms on his thighs, taking deep, gulping breaths.
Mara flattened herself out on her stomach, her arms extended, making soft gasping noises. Frank said they should head for the shower.
"Yes, just give me a minute." The harsh, rasping tone was gone from her voice, as was the wild look in her eyes. It was like she'd been a different person while they were fucking...like June. The thought of his wife made him glance at his wristwatch. It was still early afternoon, early enough to go back to the office so he could come home from there.
Mara's shoulders rose, and she twisted around to poke her feet over the edge of the bed. She did sort of a half-back flip, landing on her feet beside the bed. Frank ducked into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower. Hearing the soft pad-pad of her naked feet, he pulled open the glass door and gestured to the tub with a courtly bow.
The sex-hungry brunette giggled and stepped in, bending her incredibly arousing buttocks to the shower spray. She stepped aside to let Frank clean himself, then got back under the spray. His soft, soapy cock twitched just a little.
She caught that. Squatting down, she pressed her bare butt to the wet porcelain of the tub and spun around, kicking up a leg and hooking her ankle over the edge of the tub.
"I might as well wash out my pussy while I'm at it," she explained.
Frank's cock twitched a little more as he gazed down at her wide-open gash. Mara ran her fingers over her tits, then dropped her hands to her lap. Keeping her eyes on Frank's cock, she spread her lips wide. Turning his eyes away from the all-tootempting sight, Frank tried to say something about having to leave.
"Oh, just one more little one," she said. "I'll get you ready quick, don't worry about that." She demonstrated what she meant by darting her head up and kissing his cockhead.
His prick moved, but remained flaccid. Jumping to her feet, Mara murmured, "Let me wash your genitals off a little more." She stepped behind him.
Rubbing soap into her palms, she reached behind him and gently placed both hands over his cock and balls. She pressed her tiny pink nipples against his back, then her hairless pussy against his ass. The feel of her labia against his butt cheeks made his cock grow longer. He was already too horny to try and back out of fucking her again, but his cock remained half-soft.
"We'll have to try something a little different," Mara muttered.
She sounded like a senior doctor talking to a less-experienced younger doctor. Wrapping her soap-slick fingers around his pecker, she squeezed down and ran her other hand over his balls. His prick grew a little more, and she felt the shaft start to thicken.
"This will do it, but we don't have much time. So, emergency resuscitation."
"What?" Frank asked.
"Don't worry, you'll love it."
Mara jammed a hand down his ass crack and pushed the tip of her middle finger against his ass-hole. He let out a yelp as a stab of pain ran through him. Mara paused, then pushed in further.
A second flash of pain turned into a rush of pure pleasure as his ass surrendered to her invasion. Rasping at him to lean down a little, she pushed in further.
"I swear, you have the deepest fucking ass-hole!"
Her dirty talk manner had returned full force, and Frank's cock stretched to almost its full erectile length. Bending his knees back helped Mara reach his prostate with her fingertip. Frank howled at the unbelievable pleasure, and his cock sprang up, as hard as if he hadn't fucked in a week.
Mara stepped out of the tub and opened a very plain-looking medicine cabinet over a baroque sink. "I keep these all over the house," she explained, waving a foil condom packet around.
"Ah, uh...." Frank found himself unable to speak. Mara stepped back into the tub, deftly placing the rolled condom over his dickhead. With a snap of her wrist, she rolled it down to his wet cock hair, then she turned and planted her hands against the tiled bathtub wall.
"Do my pussy," she instructed. "Use your finger on my ass-hole."
Dropping to a crouch, Frank lined his cockhead up with her slit and nudged it in. Lifting himself slowly, he pushed up and eased his prick into her pussy. She shoved her ass back at him, jamming her buttocks against the top of his thighs and leaving him barely enough room to get his hand there.
The firm flesh of her ass cheeks yielded as he slid his fingers across. Mara made a slight sideways movement, and his hand rode right into her ass crack. Taking a cue from her, he extended his middie finger and pressed the tip against her ass-hole. As with his prick, his finger easily parted the small, puckered ring of muscle, and she roared like a man as his finger slid in.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass and pussy, you fucking ass licker!" she bellowed, reaching for her clit as Frank worked his cock and finger rapidly in and out of her. Within minutes, her pussy was churning around his cock and her ass was squeezing down on his finger.
"I'm cumming! You mother-fucker, you're making me cum!" she roared.
Frank's cum charged up his cock shaft. Letting out a bellow of his own, he rammed digit and dick into her holes and shot his load.
Between deep breaths, Mara said, "Believe it or not, you've actually worn me out. I'm not kidding about this, Frank. It's been quite a while since a lover has really tired me."
She straightened up, sending his softening prick out of her pussy. Frank pulled the condom off and tossed it into a wastebasket, then stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around himself, and threw one to Mara.
"You know, we'd better go back to the office," he said. "I am married, remember, and-"
"Don't worry, I'll safeguard your home and reputation," Mara laughed. "That is a good idea. After all, I have a reputation, too."
"Well," Frank began.
"Don't you dare say a word," Mara retorted, giving him a playful slap on the buttocks. "You know, I used to have a rule against mixing that with work."
"Rules were-"
"I'm familiar with the cliche. Now, cover your cock before you get me horny again. I guess no one's ever told you, you're a born ass fucker."
"That's not the kind of compliment I usually get," Frank said dryly. "Anyway, I'd better cover all of myself so we can get out of here. It isn't doing me any good to keep looking at those tits, besides."
Putting on a show of mock shyness, Mara covered her breasts with the towel and turned her back to him. They gathered up their scattered clothing and dressed, Mara frowning at her skirt.
"It's a little out of shape, but I don't know how it would look if I changed."
"Wear the skirt," Frank said, "please."
A cab took them back. Frank waited in front of the building until she got on an elevator. He gave himself more time by getting a takeout cup of coffee, then he went up. No one had the slightest idea they'd spent the past two hours together.
Frank was glad of that, and forced himself to concentrate on his paperwork. He was more deeply satisfied than he had been with his last sex with June, and that troubled him. Normally, he enjoyed system analysis work, but his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to get as involved in it as he usually did.
Finally, the diagrams took over. As he prepared to leave that evening, he realized one hard fact. Regardless of his mixed feelings, he knew that he and Mara would do it again-and fairly soon.
Another hard fact hit him as he drove down the street to his and June's house. He was fucked out. A roomful of naked women couldn't get him hard again for at least twelve hours, and he prayed that June wasn't horny and hoping he'd come on to her.
At least, she wasn't aggressive. Deciding to have a headache, he stepped in and gave her an affectionate, not sensuous, kiss when she greeted him at the door.
"I'm really exhausted," he explained. "That meeting I mentioned was canceled, then a problem came up...." He let out a sigh as he seated himself at their dinner table. "And besides, I think I have a headache."
"Maybe you're starting to need glasses," June said.
The concerned tone of her voice sent a twinge of guilt through him. Reserved as she was about sex, he knew, she couldn't possibly accept his sleeping with another woman.
Still, his misgivings hadn't quelled his appetite. After dinner, saying he was tired but feeling better, they watched some television. Ever since she'd let go while they were fucking, June's lust was always in the back of her mind. She could feel that certain tingling in her cunt whenever she gazed over at him, but his slumped-over posture was a sure sign that he wasn't up to sex.
He fell asleep in the middle of a movie. June awoke him gently and helped him to bed. She laid down, but found herself wide awake and decided to try to get some work done. Throwing a robe over her nightgown, she went down the hall to her office.
The rather small room had a gloomy feel to it, and the yellow light from her desk lamp didn't help. She pulled aside the curtains, hoping for some moonlight, and saw a bright glow from Jim and Sally's bedroom window. She caught a brief glimpse of a man's naked body, then turned away and headed to her desk.
She couldn't concentrate. Sexual feelings kept bubbling up in her, and all she could think about was getting another look at that naked body...their naked bodies. Remember a certain incident that happened in the darkness of a dormitory room when she was in her senior year, she shuddered as she recalled the look she'd gotten at Sally's snatch.
Silently cursing herself, she got up and hovered by the side of the window. The naked man she'd seen wasn't Jim, it was someone she couldn't recognize...a someone with a huge penis. Frank's was long, but this guy's had to be longer. He was only half-erect, but his prick seemed to reach halfway down his thigh. A petite young brown-haired woman appeared next to him, pulling off her T-shirt.
Two red spots marked where her very small breasts were. The man stepped aside, his prick wagging, and June felt her pussy pulse at the sight. The young woman turned her back to the window, and June reached into her bathrobe to rub her cunt through her nightgown. The young woman yanked down her jeans, revealing two diminutive ass cheeks separated by the bright red thong of her bikini panties. June yanked her nightgown up, quivering as her bare hand made contact with her pussy.
Laying her palm over her pussy hair thatch, she extended two fingers and pressed them against her cunt lips. The brown-haired girl rolled her bikini panties down, raising one leg high as she kicked them off her feet. June got a good look at her ass crack and pussy, then the girl darted out of sight. Sally appeared, completely naked. She stretched out on the rug in the center of the room, the vivid red of her pussy hair accented by the white of the rug beneath her. The man she didn't know stepped between the window and Sally, then laid down on the floor next to her.
For an instant, she saw Jim. He was also naked, and June managed to get an eyeful of his thick prick before he passed out of her line of sight. Sally sat up and said something to the man on the floor. June thought she could see him grin as he turned around, positioning himself sideways and not feet-first to the window. Sally stepped over him and crouched down, and June let out a thin cry of lust as she watched the man's cock spring up to full erection.
It was enormous, maybe too big for a pussy... no, Sally was lowering her cunt to the head...June couldn't quite see his prick vanish into her redheaded neighbor's pussy, but the look on Sally's face couldn't have meant anything else. She leaned over him, his hands reaching for her tits, then the brown-haired girl appeared again and squatted down over the new man's face.
Sally lifted her head, extending her tongue. The brown-haired girl squatted down a bit more, the thin brown strip of her cunt hair covering Sally's face. Then, Jim appeared again. Sally turned her head and said something to him as he stepped up behind her, and Jim held up a tube of something. Fascinated and brimming over with lust, June watched him squeeze some clear gel on his hands. He was also erect, and he smeared the gel liberally over the hard cylinder of his dick. Sally bent over, her long red nipples almost touching the new man's chest.
Jim crouched down and spread her ass cheeks. The redhead's face assumed a dreamy look as Jim poked his cock into her crack and pushed forward. June hiked her nightgown up to her tits and cupped a large, round breast. Taking her nipple between her fingers, she squeezed and tugged at it as she slipped two fingers into her pussy. Halfway to climax from sheer visual stimulation, she quickly found her G-spot and started rubbing it hard. The first shocks of orgasm struck her, and she stumbled to one side so that she was standing directly in front of the window.
Her neighbors and their guests were still in position, Sally's cunt hair meshing with the cock hair of the man on the floor, Jim's groin pressed tightly against Sally's ass cheeks and the young woman's cunt on the other man's mouth. The two women reached out to each other, their hands finding each other's breasts, then they pressed their mouths together.
Overwhelmed by stimulation, June closed her eyes tightly and tilted her nearly-nude body back. The nightgown dropped back down, slithering over her arm as she furiously finger-fucked her pussy. Her orgasm built and built, as if was never going to stop. Taking a hand off her breast, she yanked it out from under the nightgown and gripped the window sill for support. Finally, unable to stand the intensity of the climax, she dragged her fingers out of her cunt and opened her eyes. She was looking directly into Jim and Sally's window... .
And Sally was looking directly at her. Too stunned with embarrassment and shock to turn away, June watched helplessly as Sally raised herself up, making a bit of the other man's cock shaft visible. Sally looked down at it, looked up at June and winked.
Mortified, the haze of satisfaction that was about to settle over her vanished, June turned beet-red and spun around. She charged out of the room, leaving her bathrobe on the floor and feeling cunt juice run down her thighs. Her orgasm made her sleepy, though. Hoping that they'd just let the incident pass, she fell into a troubled sleep.
The incident was the first thing on her mind when she awoke. Also on her mind was the multi-partner sex she'd witnessed, but the embarrassment she felt was foremost. What if they decided to make a scene? Maybe even call the police...Frank would find out, and that would be as embarrassing, if not more so, than having Sally catch her.
Trying her best not to act preoccupied, she chatted with Frank over breakfast. After he left, she sat down with another cup of coffee to think things over before she went to work. Collect the facts . . .use her mathematical bent to think logically.
First, their window wasn't covered. If they were concerned about privacy, they would have drawn the shades and closed the shutters. Second, Sally seemed to be putting on a show for her-and winked.
Around one that afternoon, she left her office to prepare some lunch for herself. The doorbell rang, and she asked who was there.
"It's us, Jim and Sally," your neighbors," she heard Jim say.
A feeling of dread crept over her. What she most wanted to do was run and hide in her office, but she knew that wouldn't solve anything. Having no idea what to say, she opened the door.
Sally was holding a picnic basket with the necks of two wine bottles sticking up from the checkerboard-pattern cloth covering the basket. They were grinning, and it was obvious that they were anything but outraged.
"Hi," Sally beamed. "We hadn't had a chance to introduce ourselves properly, so we thought we'd just drop in for an indoor picnic. Are you busy?"
"Ah, no, I was just going to have some lunch," June replied. "Please, come in. I could use an afternoon off."
Refusing June's offer of help, Sally set the table and poured wine for the three of them. Pulling a plastic bag out of the basket, Sally said, "I've brought a couple of videos. You might find them interesting. June asked which movies they were.
"Interesting movies," Jim replied. "You'll see."
June chuckled and sat down to eat. Gulping down a mouthful of sandwich, Jim asked, "You're a
CPA, aren't you? I believe you mentioned that."
"Right," June replied. "I work here-I have an office."
"Working at home's the way to go," Sally commented. "I run my talent agency out of our house."
"Talent?" June asked. "like what?"
"Oh, dancers, performers," Sally said. "No one you would have heard of-my girls aren't mentioned at the Oscars."
Seeing June's puzzled look, Jim laughed. "She means, 'adult entertainment,' June. Her girls perform in the nude. Clubs, private parties, like that."
Taken aback, June struggled for something to say until her accountant's instincts took over. "Uh, I guess it's profitable."
"There's your CPA," Jim laughed. "Right to the bottom line!"
June couldn't help laughing herself. "I'm not a moralist or anything," she explained. "It's just sort of a different world from mine."
"Oh, I don't know how different it is," Sally replied. "Sex is everybody's world, after all."
"I, I guess so," June answered hesitantly. Sensing that they were working up to the subject of her spying on them, she tried to change the subject. "So, Jim, what do you do?"
"I also work at home," he began.
Sally cut in, "Right, that gives us a chance for a little sex during the day. It's really a stress reliever."
"That's...nice," June said, glancing down at her wine glass. She took a long sip, feeling the sweet liquid warm her stomach.
"I don't work with naked women, though," Jim continued, chuckling. "I design software. Sally gets to see tits and pussies all day. Me, I'm gawking at lines of code."
June mentioned Frank's job, running the computer operation for a financial services company. She was about to give an explanation of his work when Sally interrupted her.
"He goes to an office, then, right? Gone all day?"
"Sometimes, part of the night, too?" Jim added.
"Yes," June answered, puzzled by their interest in her husband's schedule.
"And you're sure he's working those nights?" Sally grinned slyly. "If you know what I mean."
Annoyed, June replied, "Yes, I know exactly what you mean, and yes, I'm sure he's working. We're very happy with each other, and we don't need...." Not at all sure of what she needed, June fell silent.
"Are you really all that conservative?" Jim looked straight into June's eyes.
"We're not," Sally quickly said, sensing June's discomfort. "We take on other partners a lot. But you already know that, right?"
She winked. June blushed fiercely and looked down at her lap. "I, I'm sorry about that," she said. "I don't know what-"
"Came over you?" Jim cut in. "What it was, was horny. "You probably don't realize it, but you gave us all quite a show."
June sat up straight, her embarrassment forgotten. "You were doing a, uh, a...."
"A four-way," Sally explained.
"You mean, like wife-swapping?" Curiosity overrode June's discomfort.
"Not exactly," Sally explained. "Wife-swapping is two couples, like, say, Jim and I and you and your husband. Andy and Violet aren't going out together, they just sort of know each other."
"Sort of?" June's eyes widened. "That didn't look too casual-oh!" She realized she referred directly to the fact that she was peeping at them and blushed again.
"We should make something clear," Jim said. "We know you were looking, and we don't mind a bit."
Sally added, "It really turns us on to have someone watch. And by the way, we loved looking at your body."
June looked down at herself. "I, I have to admit, I liked looking at...I liked looking, too."
A vivid image of her neighbor's private parts came suddenly into her mind, and she felt her pussy grow wet.
"You'll like our tapes, then," Jim said. "They're home videos-"
"What we did on our summer vacation," Sally giggled. "Mind if we pop one in your VCR?"
June nodded, and Jim got up to insert the tape. As he walked over to her television set, she realized that she'd seen him naked. In her mind, she could see his cock as clearly as if he wasn't wearing pants. Sally sat down at the end of June's large couch, leaning against the arm. Picking up the remote, Jim sat next to her and threw his arm around her shoulders.
Her mind ablaze with mixed feelings, June sat herself at the opposite end, her legs clutched tightly together and her hands in her lap. She had the uncomfortable feeling that something was about to happen in her life, something big, and at the same time, she also felt that it would be something positive.
No, she wasn't afraid. Something else was going on inside her, and it made her more uncomfortable to realize what it was. Jim said, "Ready," and his voice brought her attention to the television as the funny, homemade sign they held up in front of them, their version of credits, appeared.
They tossed the sign aside, and the first thing June saw on the screen was the two of them naked.