Chapter 4
The town consisted of one long street lined with picturesque 19th-century houses. At the center were a general store, a gas station, a post office, and the bank branch of which Joe was to be in charge. Jennifer decided to open her travel agency in their home, which was a spacious brick residence that cost them much less than their small city apartment.
Spring was coming, but they still had time to build fires in the living room fireplace and enjoy the cozy, rustic atmosphere. And their sex life did become simple and relaxed again, just as they'd thought it would.
One Friday night, after a delicious dinner, they were lying on the rug in front of the fire. The romantic orange glow from the flames was the only light in the room, and instead of the traffic noise of the city, all they could hear was the crackle of the logs. It was so warm that they had gotten naked, wanting to make love right there rather than waiting for bed.
"This feels so good," Jennifer purred.
She was lying on her back, and she writhed dreamily and sensuously, her round breasts upright and her short legs spread to reveal her moist, dark-furred pussy.
"Yes, we made the right move," Joe sighed, in smiling agreement.
He lay on his side, propped up on one elbow to look at her. And his cock was more than ready to enter his sultry wife's pussy, as it stood out, throbbingly hard.
So he moved happily on top of her, and pushed all the way in. They got into a slow, easy rhythm, enjoying each other's body in a leisurely way. She felt so warm and nice to him, and he felt so tender and caring to her. While they weren't highly excited, there was a lot to be said for simply doing it with someone they'd done it with many times before.
"Ohhh. Ohhhhh, yes!" she sighed, coming around him, and becoming even more relaxed than she'd already been. "Ohhh. Ohhhhh!"
"Oh, yeah," he echoed, as he went over the top almost casually and his cock pumped her full of his seed. "Ahhh. Ahhhh!"
Then they uncoupled and reclined on the rug, breathing deeply and staring into the fire.
"You know, a person could get pretty mellow living around here," he said.
"Yes," she agreed. "The pace is so slow, but I don't mind it at all. We still have fine sex with each other, and that's the important thing."
"The other people seem laid back, too," he added. "I doubt that they've ever had the experiences we have, especially the sexual ones."
"No, I don't think they have," she nodded.
But that was where Joe and Jennifer were very, very wrong!
The first hint appeared during his second month at the bank branch. There was a teller, a voluptuous blonde woman of about forty, who began unmistakably to come on to him. In a tight skirt and blouse, with her breasts and her hips swelling, she might lean over his desk with some paperwork and let her body press his arm. Or she might walk up behind him at the counter and give him a quick touch of her firm, protruding breasts!
So Joe started to look closely at the woman, whose name was Marge. Her blonde hair was short, and she had flirtatious green eyes and pudgy cheeks with dimples. She was no beauty, but she more than made up for it with her open and lusty attitude.
And her body was like something out of the 1950s, a tits-and-ass man's dream come true. Her breasts were like the grille ornaments on an old Buick, and her bottom was the full-blown kind that used to be held in by an elastic girdle.
Being the branch manager, he was ever alert to the possibility of sexual harassment. But damn it, if anything, this woman wanted him! Also, her personnel file told him she was married to the guy who ran the post office right next door to the bank. In fact, she went out to lunch with him every day.
So, what was going on here? Joe decided to take matters in hand, and he called Marge into his office one afternoon and closed the door.
"This has got to stop," he told her, as she sat opposite him. "We both know what I mean."
"Yes, we do," she reacted poutingly. "But why? You're such a good-looking stud, and I can tell you like my style, so why can't we let nature take its course?"
He couldn't deny that he wanted to, because his cock was hard in his pants, just as it had been when she'd brushed against him before. But he still protested.
"It's just that my wife and I moved to this small town to get some peace and quiet," he confessed. "We were getting into a pretty kinky scene in the city, and we needed to be among more normal people."
That was when Marge threw back her head and laughed huskily.
"Normal?" she reacted. "Normal? Well, I've got news for you, but along this quiet street, and behind the fronts of these quaint houses, nothing's normal at all. Let me put it this way. What do you think we all do to keep from being bored out of our ever-loving minds?"
"I hadn't thought of it like that," Joe admitted.
"Well, you'd better think of it," the brassy blonde told him. "Because every guy in town has just been waiting to get their hands on that hot little wife of yours, and every woman, on you!"
He still couldn't believe it, but the logic was inescapable. City people always thought of country people as being backward, but the plain truth was that they just weren't as forthcoming about their sexual goings-on. Peyton Place should have taught him that, long ago.
"Oh, shit," he said, after finally taking it in. "Damn! I feel like an idiot, and my wife will, too. But I guess we'll have to grin and bear it, if we want to stay here. The sex will be like it was in the city, after all."
"Or more so!" his full-figured female acquaintance corrected. "Because you've stumbled into a town that has long since made the orgy into an art form."
She paused, and shifted wantonly in her chair.
"And, as to 'grin and bear it,'" she concluded, "why don't you just lean back and grin, while I bare it?"
Then, to Joe's wondering eyes, Marge got up and did a strip for him. Moving to an imaginary, throbbing beat, she proceeded to show him everything he'd similarly imagined under her clothes.
First, she undid her blouse, button by button, revealing a burstingly full white bra and a patch of smooth midriff beneath it. She tugged the blouse out of her skirt and shrugged it off, displaying her mature shoulders and, turning, the sensuous curve of her back. There was a small roll of fat above the waistband of her skirt, but on her type, it only looked sexier.
"You like the old broad?" she joked, as she began to pant with self-arousal.
"Oh, for sure," he sighed. "Oh, yes!"
Then she gave him the bottom half, as it were. Unhooking and unzipping her tight skirt, she pushed it down over her swelling hips and let it drop to the floor. To his delight, he saw she was indeed wearing an old-fashioned girdle, complete with garters that held up nylon stockings.
"You like this, too?" Marge inquired, walking around with the nylons making a sexy swishing sound.
"Oh, yes," responded Joe. "Babe, you've got more than enough of what it takes to send a guy to cock heaven!"
And he was going to be sent there; they were going to fuck. But first, facing him boldly, she took off her bra. Her breasts burst out more than downward, seeming to fill the room! They were even bigger than he'd thought, with thick red nipples and strongly puckered areolae. They were smooth and white, too, looking like ripe, delicious melons.
He was gaping at the largest, most mature set of mammaries he'd ever been close to. Plus, there was Marge's sex-obsessed, almost leering face above them, urging him to enjoy the sight. Oh, yes, this was going to be a day to remember!
Finally, after unhooking the nylons, she took off her girdle. Or rather, she peeled it down, inch by elastic inch, over her rounded white belly. By now, he was panting and actually drooling with unbridled lust.
When she reached the edge of her pubic hair, she teasingly paused for a moment. But then she showed him everything, and it was the lushest, thickest patch of humid yellow fur he'd ever seen.
This was Woman, pure and simple. The cheap perfume she was wearing filled his once-boring office, but there was also the enticing aroma of her natural sweat and musk. He could even see her hot juice oozing out between her thick brown labia and spreading to her voluptuous white thighs.
And there were the exciting red marks of the girdle on her flesh, and the fact that it had been unleashed in all its power and fullness. Her bottom, for instance, was so bodacious that he almost fainted.
All in all, she was like a force of nature. And it was a force to which he gave himself up now, all the way!
Joe sprang up from behind his desk and grabbed Marge in a desperate hug. It was as if he wanted to put all of himself in her generous, naked flesh, not only his cock. As it was, his member was almost painfully hard, and his undershorts were already soaked from its dripping. Holding onto her big buns for dear life, he ground it onto her hot mound.
"Whoa, there!" she laughed throatily. "To use an old line, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"
She was indeed like a Mae West or a Sophie Tucker, and he laughed, too.
"I'm sorry if I'm acting like a fool," he told her. "But you are a hell of a lot of woman!"
"No, you're not a fool," she said. "But let's get down to business."
So he unzipped his pants and let his rod spring out and upward to nestle in her exciting, curly bush. Then he pushed it down between her thighs, where its upper surface slid wildly between her labia, immediately getting covered with her hot, slick stuff.
If it could be called that, they dry-humped for a minute, during which time he had a chance to get better acquainted with her formidable breasts. like a happy contortionist, he bent down and nuzzled her burstingly full tit flesh, also sucking at her big, hard nipples. He couldn't remember when he'd been so lost in carnal delight.
But then it was time to do much, much more. So she pushed him away, and went over and lay back on his old-fashioned desk.
"Fuck me, city guy," Marge said, as she spread for him. "Fuck me, Mr. Branch Manager. Stick your big cock up inside me and give us both what we need!"
Joe took one more moment to gape at her upstanding breasts and her wide, sloppy quim. He found a rubber in his wallet, too, and rolled it on.
But then he stepped up to the plate, as it were, and did as she'd asked!
He went in so deep that he nearly got lost, but he didn't mind the feeling at all. Her butt was on the edge of his desk, and as he stood there and lunged wildly, she lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders to give him even better access. This woman was wide open, for sure!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted, her big, upright breasts, hard nipples at the center of them, jogging out of control. She scratched her fingernails across his desk top, leaving visible marks of her lust.
But there was something about her eventual response that made it even wilder. He'd expected her to be sort of coarse and hearty, but when it got down to actual sex, she became a mass of feminine quivers and high-pitched squeals! The contrast with her big body and her previous attitude was fantastic, not to mention all those inches of naked flesh shivering like crazy.
"Oooh! Oooh!" she shrieked now, her eyes closed, her face flushed and puffy, and her short blonde hair shaking. "Oooh, fuck. Oooh!"
Joe could feel Marge surely building to a climax, and he took the ride with her. Her quim was so turned on that it was covering both of them with juice, and he could sense it spasming. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them like marvelous handles, bracing them both for the earthquake that was to come.
Then she burst, nearly pushing him backward and out of her! Her legs on his shoulders strained, and her pussy went absolutely ballistic. She came like a tremor or a tidal wave indeed, with a power as great as she was.
"Eeee!" she exclaimed now, opening her eyes and meeting his with an expression of all-out release. "Eeee! Eeee! Eeeeee!"
And all he could do was to wonder at what had happened, and to be thankful that his office was soundproofed!
After that, Joe slid out of her, still hard. For perhaps the first time in his life, he'd forgotten to come! She'd put on such a performance that he'd been taken in by her orgasm instead.
But Marge would take care of that. Motioning him into his chair, and bouncing nakedly down off his desk to get on her knees before him, she made to suck him the rest of the way to bliss!
A man could be given pleasure by any woman's mouth, but for the maximum experience, it did matter who the woman was. It wasn't so much a matter of technique as of her whole attitude, and of the sight her body provided during the encounter.
And this woman was the maximum, bar none. She was wantonly eager, and she knelt in a forward-leaning way that made her big, hard-nippled breasts hang and thrust crazily and her large butt wiggle in plain view.
Plus, there was the way her green eyes bulged and her wet mouth leered, scarcely an inch from the tip of his throbbing rod.
"Oh, my!" he heard himself gasp, as he tried to come to terms. "Oh, you're just too much!"
"Maybe so," she responded readily, even licking her thick lips. "But your cock looks like a mouthful, too!"
Then she found out, as she suddenly thrust her head forward and, without any preliminarily niceties, took him deeply toward her throat.
Marge sucked him like a woman inspired, bobbing avidly, pursing her lips and employing her tongue on the underside of his totally turned-on shaft. It blew Joe's mind that she was tasting her own stuff on it, since he'd neglected to take off the rubber from before. She didn't even use her fingers on his base or his balls as some women had, and that made the sensation she was creating all the more remarkable.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes, and abandoning himself to the feeling. "Yeah. Ohhh!"
She made noise, too. In fact, she was the loudest he'd ever heard a woman to be in the act of oral pleasure.
"Mmmmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned. "Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp!"
Given such marvelous treatment, it wasn't long before he was ready to come like a house on fire. He'd even been ready when he was in her pussy, so now he was about to explode. But he held off until he knew his climax would be as powerful as humanly possible.
Then he let go, and what an earth-shattering orgasm it was! His every muscle flexed, and his fingers and toes curled. His head throbbed, and his brown hair felt like it was standing on end. His spine went rigid as an incredible sensation seized the base of his jerking rod, then surged out along it.
"Oh, damn!" he bellowed, when he'd found enough breath to do so. "Damn, damn, damn!"
And he pumped. But when he did that, it wasn't into the rubber. Instead, his bawdy partner took her mouth away, yanked the thing off his cock, and watched wantonly as gobs of his hot, white semen flew into the air, then fell on his office rug.
Joe lay back, panting and heaving. Marge remained naked at his feet, and she was still so arousing to him that he thought he might even get it up for another round, despite just having been totally drained. This woman promised endless orgasms, each as big and lusty as she was. A man could wither away trying to keep up with someone like her!
He did have to revise his whole way of thinking about his and Jennifer's move to this small town, too. If they stayed, they'd obviously have to resign themselves to having just as much sex as they'd had in the city, and probably even more of it. But what a thing to resign oneself to, and what a way to go!
He only hoped that they wouldn't get jaded, as they'd thought they might before, or that things wouldn't start moving too fast again. But maybe if they just went with the flow without worrying about it, matters would take care of themselves.
Yes, that was it. If you didn't feel guilty or ask too many questions, you might do it all and even be better for it. The sky could be the limit if you were free. And as Marge seemed to demonstrate, the more fucking you did, the more and superior fucking you could do!
Enough thought, however. Joe zipped his extremely happy cock back into his pants, and his voluptuous partner wiggled back into her girdle and bra, her skirt and blouse. She sat down across from him again as he found some tissues and bent to mop his stuff from the floor.
"Well, boss, I guess you just had your initiation into Orgy Town," she laughed heartily. "And I'm glad I was the one to perform it!"
"Me, too," he grinned, straightening up. "Oh, yes, I am!"
"So I guess the next step is to get your cute little wife involved," she pursued, still looking like a sex machine even though she was fully dressed. "After that, I can introduce you to some of the other swingers around here."
"From what you say, it sounds like everyone's a swinger in this burg," he chuckled.
"That's not far from the truth," she nodded. "In fact, couples and singles have been known to move here just for the orgies!"
"And to think we came to get away from all that," he sighed. "Boy, were we dumb."
"No, I'd say you were smart by mistake," she concluded. "And you wound up coming-to come!"
Then Marge sashayed out of his office, and he finished his work for the day. As he walked home along the deceptively quiet street, he thought about what to tell Jennifer, but he decided that wouldn't be a problem. He'd simply confess what had happened, as he had when he'd been unfaithful with Bree. She'd be as surprised as he was that their new home had proved to be such a sex pit after all, but she'd probably laugh and resign herself to a change of plans, as well.
Little did he know, though, that she'd just found out for herself.
As had occurred in the city when she'd strayed with her trainer on the very same day, the compact, curvy brunette had had a little smalltown fucking of her own!