Chapter 10
Back at the club, Frank was sitting on a chair, Carly on his lap and his prick in her pussy. She was working her hips around, making slight up and down motions as her stiff nipples dug into his chest.
"I'll bet your wife doesn't know you're being naughty," she murmured in his ear.
"Damn, no," Frank muttered. "Sylvia doesn't know what goes on here-none of the wives do. Right now, she's probably working late."
"Uh-huh. What does she do?"
"She owns a shop, one of those boutique things, at the mall. Got a partner...I met him once...designer or something...I think he might be, you know."
"You mean gay?" Carly smiled.
"I don't know. Maybe. Anyway, I don't give a shit."
"Well, it's not your problem. Say, do you ever fuck like this at home?"
"Nah, we just do it in bed. Hey, what's that? You squeezing me down there?"
"Oh, just a little trick I can do with my pussy," Carly purred. "Like it?"
"It's fucking great," Frank muttered. "Can I hold your ass?"
Sylvia locked the door to her and Ron's boutique and hung up the closed sign. Ron, at the rear of the public part of the shop, parted the curtains leading to the back room and gestured for her to enter. Glancing at the cot to make sure he'd put fresh sheets on it, he took off his shirt as she entered and closed the curtains behind her.
Quick as a flash, she got out of her fashionable attire and pranced over to the cot, wearing only a pair of semi-transparent panties. Ron kicked off his bunched-up pants and underpants and sat down on the cot, gripping Sylvia around the waist and shoving his thumbs under the hem of her panties. He rolled the undergarment down slowly, pausing to nuzzle her butt cheeks as they became exposed, then held her steady as she stepped out of them.
Ron pulled her down to his lap, his hard-on popping up between her thighs. He covered both her small breasts with one arm and reached into her crotch with the other.
"Hey, you're already wet," he said, laying a finger along her cunt slit.
"I'm damn horny, that's why," Sylvia said, wrapping her fingers around his stiff cockshaft. Pulling open a drawer in a small table by the cot, she fished out a condom and opened the foil packet. Ron cupped his hand over a breast, gently massaging her stiff red nipple with his palm as she placed the condom over the tip of his
cockhead. "Down we go," she murmured, very slowly rolling the latex over his erection. She laid her other hand over his tightened ball sac, tracing the outline of his testicles as she secured the rim of the condom around the base of his dick.
Sliding off his lap, she scrambled up on the cot and got on all fours. Ron got behind her and ran his hands over her butt cheeks, spreading them and letting his fingers drift into her crack.
"Want it back here?" he asked.
"Hmm, yeah, but do my pussy first. There's some lube in that drawer." Sylvia gestured with her chin to the small table.
"Sounds fine to me." Ron reached between her thighs, groping for her pussy lips and spreading them with two fingers as he steadied his prick with his other hand. With practiced ease, he dipped his cockhead into her opened slit, then gently pushed forward until the head disappeared inside. He released his grip on her pussy, and she humped back at him to send his cock gliding into her cunt.
"Oh, this is so fucking nice," Sylvia said, her voice raspy. "Good business-that's what I tell Frank when he asks how things are going here."
Ron chuckled. "This is damn good business, if you ask me." He pulled back, then slowly pushed back in. Bending over her, he gripped her right breast and put his other hand over her pussy mound. Spreading two fingers, he closed them around the top of her slit, pinching her sheathed clitoris around the wrinkled flesh.
Her pussy immediately started churning
around his prick and she humped back at him. Ron started stroking hard, tensing to keep his load from shooting out. Cunt juice ran down the insides of her thighs to form a tiny puddle on the sheets as she thrashed around. She shrieked when her climax peaked, then she pulled away from him and flopped down on her stomach.
His prick slid out from between her thighs, and his cockhead tapped against her butt cheeks. "I'd better change rubbers," he said. "You gave this one a hell of a workout."
"Good, now give this a workout," Sylvia replied, raising her ass. She reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing the pink, wrinkled circle of her anus.
"Yeah, stay like that," Ron said, quickly getting off the bed. He took a tube of lubricant and a fresh condom out of the drawer, and Sylvia got back up on all fours. Flopping down on his stomach behind her, he pressed his face to her ass crack and ran his tongue around her anus.
Sylvia shuddered with pleasure, pressing her ass cheeks against his face. He tried to get a bit of his tongue tip in, but the tight muscles stubbornly resisted him. Telling her he had to loosen her up, he squirted some lube over a finger and eased it down her butt crack.
She shuddered again, murmuring with delight as he pressed his lubed-up fingertip to her bung-hole. He worked it around, then careful pushed the tip in. This time, her anal muscles gave way and he slowly slid his finger in to the knuckle.
"I'm ready. Give me your cock, now," Sylvia
pleaded.
Ron slipped the rubber on, applied lube, and lowered his prick into her ass crack. He paused when he felt his cockhead touch her butthole, and Sylvia let out a murmur of protest and pushed back at him. Much more easily than he had expected, his cockhead rode in.
"Just wait a second," Sylvia said, a strained tone to her voice. "It's...no, it's good. Go ahead, go slow."
Holding her hips, Ron nudged his lower body forward. His cockshaft slid in a short way, and he paused again. Sylvia murmured at him to just go ahead and give her all of it, humping back at him to emphasize her point.
"Okay," Ron grunted, giving his hips a shove forward and driving his cock into her butthole until his balls touched her ass cheeks.
"You like small titties, right?" Trish said softly, stroking the back of Tom's neck. He had his mouth on her tit and two fingers in her cunt.
Raising his head and letting her breast glide out from between his lips, he said, "Yeah. It's different.. .you know."
"Your wife has big boobs, huh?" Trish asked, gently pulling away from him and getting up on the couch. She laid down, raising a leg and hooking her ankle over the backrest.
"Ah, yeah," Tom replied, distracted by the sight of her wide-open pussy. "Joanne's sort of hang, and they're really round. Needs a big, heavy bra, especially at work-she's a secretary
downtown."
"Sounds nice. I love playing with big boobs, myself," Trish said, absently running a finger across the very top of her pussy mound. "Do you ever tit fuck?"
"Huh, you mean between those...uh, no. Sounds like a good idea, though."
"My titties aren't really built for it," Trish said, looking down at her small cones of breasts. "But I did it with a dildo."
"Oh, yeah?" The trembling of Tom's fingers grew more noticeable and his eyes widened. "That sounds pretty hot."
With the dexterity of a stage magician, Trish opened a foil condom packet. Tom saw only a flash of movement as she placed the rubber disk over his cockhead and drew it down. Running a fingertip over his scrotum, she purred at him to get on top of her.
"Just slip that nice prick of yours in my pussy, and I'll tell you all about it."
"Yeah...sideways," Tom said, half to himself as he put one knee on the couch cushion and leaned over her. Trish caressed his chest, at the same time holding him steady as he aimed his cock at her pussy. Seeing the head near her slit, she reached down and tucked it between her pussy lips.
"Now you just push and get comfortable, and I'll tell you all about it," she said as he settled over her.
"Do you think Tom's doing what we're
doing?" Harvey asked as he undid his tie. Henry, beside him, chuckled as he took off his shirt.
T doubt it," Joanne smirked. She was already naked, sitting with her back against the headboard of her and Tom's huge bed, her knees raised and her arms around her legs. She was sitting that way deliberately to tease them, knowing how much they liked the sight of her naked body. "Like I said, he's at that lodge of his. By now, he and his buddies are full of beer, and if they're doing anything bad, it's watching a couple of porn films."
"Meanwhile, we're making one," Henry chuckled as he stepped out of his pants. His stiff prick made a sizable bulge in his briefs.
"Yeah, all we need is the cameras," Harvey replied, stepping out of his briefs.
Joanne's eyes immediately went from Henry's still-covered prick to Harvey's naked one. A sly, nasty smile spread across her sensuous lips. "That just might not be a joke," she said. "It would be a hell of a lot of fun to film us-"
"Wait, you wouldn't want that to get around, though," Henry theorized.
"Well, not everywhere," Joanne cackled. "Maybe just at one of those lodge meetings."
"Ah, yeah, I think that might make things very interesting around here," Harvey speculated.
"Uh-huh. So God damn interesting, we'd just about shit," Henry countered.
"Well, I sure as hell know that Tom would shit, right then and there," Joanne howled, kicking at the sheets. "Now, please do me a polite favor and
get the fuck over here."
Both men were now completely naked. Harvey got up on his knees on one side of the bed, and Henry got up on the other. Stretching out her arms, Joanne took hold of both pricks.
Leaning over to Henry, she took his cockhead between her lips and ran her tongue around it. She held it in her mouth for a moment, then took it out and leaned over to Harvey. She took about half the length of his cockshaft in, sucked it a little, then drew it out.
"Okay, it's rubbers time, guys," she announced, slowly freeing her hands of erectile flesh. "You know where I keep them."
Harvey dutifully stepped over to her dresser and retrieved two condoms, tossing one to Harvey. As they put the rubbers on, Joanne cackled, "Do you think either Brenda or Barbara would do something like this?"
"Yeah, Barbara," Harvey said sarcastically. "Sure. I just started getting her to take it back there. Two at once? Come on."
Joanne giggled. Henry said, 'There's no point in mentioning that to Brenda. No way."
"Ah-ha. So, what do you think your little ladies are up to right now?" She slid to one side to give Henry room to stretch out on his back.
"They're bar hopping, probably," Henry said. "They'll be passed out asleep when we get home."
"Good for them, more for me," Joanne said, straddling Henry's hips. "Now, as they say, talk's cheap...."
Spreading her pussy lips, she lowered them over his latex-covered cock and sank down. All three watched as his prick slowly vanished up into her pussy. When her cunt hair met his, she bent over and Harvey got up behind her.
"You all set?" he asked.
"Yeah," Joanne gasped. "Go ahead. You got the lubed one, right?"
Harvey looked down at the sheen of lubricant over his rubber. "Yeah, this is the one," he said, parting her ass cheeks and sliding his prick between them. He pushed his cockhead against her asshole, and she let out a little shriek as it popped in. Sliding his hands up to her tits, Harvey pushed forward and felt his cock glide easily into her butthole.
"This is the way," Joanne groaned, raising her hips to take more of Harvey's cock in her back door. The cunt-juice-coated latex covering of Henry's prick appeared. Drawing in a deep breath, Joanne lowered herself again, Harvey's prick sliding back and Henry's going in deeper.
"Slow and steady, then blast off-fuck me hard, I'm not Brenda and I'm not Barbara," Joanne ordered, increasing the pace of her back and forth motions. Soon, they were humping in a fast, steady rhythm.
"Those two guys have been looking at us since we came in," Brenda whispered to Barbara. Barbara glanced up at the mirror over the bar, hoping they wouldn't notice her scrutiny.
They did, and waved at them to come over.
The two women looked at each other and exchanged sly, conspiratorial smiles. "I'm game if you are," Barbara said."
"Count me in," Brenda replied, sliding off her bar stool.
"Hi, ladies," the dark-haired one smiled as they approached. "I'm Brad."
"Hi, I'm Phil," his sandy-haired companion said.
The women introduced themselves and sat down.
"Haven't we seen you at the Occus Building?" Brad asked.
"Our husbands work there," Brenda said. "You might have seen us up there."
"Do you visit your husbands a lot?" Phil inquired, his real question more than obvious from the tone of his voice.
"Hell no," Barbara snorted. "We have other things to do."
"Oh, really?" Brad's eyes lit up in an unmistakably lewd way. "Like what?"
"Oh, nothing much," Brenda said casually. "Just fucking and sucking guys we pick up."
"That's an interesting coincidence," Phil said. "We do the same thing with women we pick up. I mean, like on weekends when our wives are out of town."
"Yeah, like this weekend," Brad said. "Don't even ask me what they do, they just take little trips somewhere."
"Hmm, so both you guys have your apartments to yourselves right now, huh?" Brenda
asked.
"Looks that way," Brad said. "Now, about that next drink-"
"Which we'll have at one of those unoccupied apartments," Barbara interrupted.
Twenty minutes later, they were proceeding down the lushly carpeted hallway of a luxury apartment building. A coin toss sent them to Brad's apartment, and he ushered them in with a courtly gesture.
"Nice place," Brenda said, looking around at the distinctly modern decor.
"Yeah, nice and comfortable," Brad said. "Say, why doesn't everyone get comfortable while I fix us all some drinks?"
"Best idea I've heard all night," Brenda declared.
She and Barbara headed to the bathroom. Brad prepared drinks for the four of them. When the women emerged, they were wearing bra and panties.
"Hey, how come you guys are still all dressed?" Barbara demanded to know.
They answered by stripping to their briefs. Brad put some dance music on, and the two women did a slow striptease. When they were completely naked, Barbara sat in Brad's lap and Brenda deposited her bare buns in Phil's.
Barbara's lips met Brad's mouth and Brenda's pressed against Phil's. Phil's hand slipped between Brenda's thighs, and he stroked her cunt slit as Brenda sucked on his tongue.
"Things are getting serious awfully fast," Phil
said.
"Very," Brad agreed. "I, of course, will take the master bedroom."
"A guest bedroom is better than no bedroom," Brenda declared, sliding off Phil's lap. Brad gestured to the door, and Brenda headed for it, reaching behind her to hold Phil's prick, which she'd popped out of his briefs.
"Want to sixty-nine first?" Brenda asked him as she stretched out on the bed.
"Sure, if you have enough time," Phil replied.
"Oh, plenty," Brenda snorted. "The hubby's having a business drink-out. He'll be passed out asleep by the time I get home."
"Well, in that case...." Phil turned around, his face to her pussy. He eased his head between her thighs, she eased her head between his, and she felt his lips touch her snatch as she took his prick in her mouth.
In the master bedroom, Brad was running his hand down Barbara's pussy mound. He stopped briefly to toy with her pussy lips, then he ducked his hand between her thighs and into her ass crack.
"Ever do it back here?" he asked, sliding one finger to her butthole.
"I thought about it," Barbara said. "But I haven't gotten around to trying it. Maybe I'll mention it."
"Want to try it tonight?"
"Yeah, uh, no, uh, I don't know," Barbara said, looking doubtfully at his erection. "Won't it hurt?"
"It usually does the first time, but just a little and the hurt won't last," Brad explained. "What I like to do is fuck vaginally, first. That'll get you all loosened up."
"Okay, as long as you wear a rubber," Barbara agreed.
She spread her legs, and Brad got on top of her. Deftly, he slipped his condom-covered prick into her pussy, and she threw her arms around him as his chest settled down over her tits. Pumping with hard, steady strokes, he soon brought her to climax.
Beaming with satisfaction, Barbara looked up at him as he slid his prick out of her pussy. "Yeah, I'm ready to try it there," she said.
"Great, just let me do everything," Brad said excitedly, rushing into the living room to retrieve a lubricated condom, then into the bathroom for a tube of lubricant.
When he got back to the bedroom, Barbara was lying on her stomach. Getting behind her, he lubed up a finger and slid it down her ass crack.
"Finger first," he said. "That'll loosen you up."
"I feel kind of loose already," Barbara murmured.
Brad pushed his finger in, and she yelped. "No, not quite that loose," she amended. "But go ahead. It's already starting to feel good."
Carefully, Brad slipped more of his finger in. He humped back and forth, feeling her anal muscles surrender to the invasion. Drawing his finger out, he slipped on the condom and ran his hard-on down her ass cheeks. Telling her to brace
herself, he pushed his cockhead into her asshole. She let out a shrill cry, grabbing and pulling at the sheets.
"Are you okay?" Brad asked.
"Yeah, yeah, like you said, it hurt a little. Now it's starting to feel okay, so give me some more."
Brad jerked his hips forward, feeling much less resistance as his cock slid in. "You know, I think I'm going to like this a hell of a lot," Barbara purred, rubbing her pussy against the sheet as her butthole filled with Brad's hard-on.
"We've never called them before," Maggie said. "Why start now?"
"No, we shouldn't," Millie agreed. "Besides, I don't think I want to hear Phil's voice right now."
"Nor I, Brad's," Maggie added emphatically. "Besides, we sure as hell don't need our husbands' presence, so what would we want with their voices?"
"Mmm, you're always right," Maggie purred, rolling over on her side and kissing Millie's bare breast.
The two women were lying naked on a bed in a secluded cabin. The motel was patronized by gay women, and they fit right in as if they were full-time lesbians and not two married women on a weekend fling.
"Besides," Millie continued, turning a little to get more of her tit in Maggie's mouth, "Anne's coming over soon. She won't want to hear a man's voice, even if it's coming from a telephone."
"Just the idea that we're talking to a man would be too much for her," Maggie said. "You think she really is one-hundred percent lesbian? Not bi, like us?"
"That's what she told me," Millie shrugged. "Said she couldn't care less if she never saw another cock."
"Another real one, you mean," Maggie giggled.
"Yeah." Millie dabbed her tongue at Maggie's nipple, then turned her head away. "Want to let her try it on us? She's been asking."
"As long as you go first," Maggie said.
"Oh, you're a big chicken!" Millie reached over and gave Maggie's thigh a squeeze.
Just then, there was a knock on the cabin door. Millie opened the door, ducking behind it as Anne stepped in.
"Hi, girls," she said cheerily, tossing a big leather bag on a chair. "Are we girls ready to play with toys tonight? After we've had our little taste of pussy, first."
Both women spread their legs and grinned up at the tall blonde. She was wearing a short robe, which she shucked off and tossed aside. Climbing up on the bed, she let her gaze rove from cunt to cunt.
"Which one shall I choose?"
She dove between Millie's thighs, kissing Millie's snatch hard. As she plunged her tongue into Millie's pussy, Maggie rolled over and slid between Anne's thighs, kissing her butt cheeks, then spreading them wide. Uttering a soft
murmur of delight, she pressed her face to the tall lesbian's ass crack and stuck out her tongue.
Anne murmured into Maggie's pussy as she felt Millie's tongue tip touch her anus. As Anne worked her tongue around the interior of Maggie's snatch, Millie circled her tongue tip around the tight, wrinkled ring of Anne's butthole.
Soon, Maggie was moaning and writhing in the throes of orgasm. She jerked her pussy away from Anne's mouth, and Millie pulled her tongue out of the tall lesbian's ass crack.
"My turn," Millie announced, flopping over on her back and raising her knees.
Anne obligingly slid between Millie's thighs, pressing her lips firmly against her slit. Rather than massage her G spot, as she had with Maggie, Anne closed her lips over Millie's clitoris and slid two fingers into her cunt.
When Millie climaxed, Anne slid off the bed. "Mrara, my whole mouth tastes like pussy," she said, reaching into the bag she'd brought. "Is anyone ready for toys?"
She pulled out a dildo and harness.
"Oh, your cock feels so nice inside me," Trish murmured, running her fingers along Tom's bare back. "Anyway, as I was saying, this big, big woman had seduced me. I was horny for her anyway, but I was still new to girl-girl sex, so I was kind of shy about asking.
"She got in the shower with me, and I forgot all about being shy the minute she put her hands
on my cunt. I told her I liked women, had women before, and she asked me if I'd ever used a sex toy. Well, I'd seen it used, but I never had. We got into her bed, and she ate me out better than I'd ever had, then I ate her out. I know she came a lot, because my whole face was soaked! Then she got out the dildo, and urged me to try it before she used it on me. I was kind of nervous, you know, afraid I'd hurt her or something, but she showed me that the thing was shaped like a real cock. I got it on, and she said she was going to give me a blow job. Tom, she took it in her mouth like it was a real prick. Then, she got the idea for me to fuck her tits, and...."
"You know, I think we have time for one more," Bob Marr said, resting his hand lightly on Serena's bare pussy.
"If we didn't, I'd make time," she declared, reaching into his crotch and laying her warm palm over his cock and balls.
His prick stiffened at her touch, and he rolled over on top of her as she spread her legs.
Completely sated, Joy, Marie, Sally and Angie slumped down on the couches.
"I don't know about anyone else," Sally said, "but I am completely fucked out."
"I second that motion," Marie said.
Sally and Angie nodded. Sally gazed around the room. "You know, I just thought of something," the redhead said. "We all cheat-tonight we were all cheating at once-but we never get
caught and our husbands don't suspect a thing. Anybody ever wonder why?"
"We're just careful?" Angie suggested.
"Yeah, I think that's it," Marie said.
Holding her tits tightly together, Tina Marr watched as Joe Salter straddled her chest. His cock slid between her boobs, and when the head popped out, she took it between her lips. He started to stroke, and each time his cockhead appeared, she dabbed at it with her tongue.
"Now I want it in my pussy," she said, sliding on her back away from him.
"Now, we need another condom," Joe said, reaching over the edge of the bed for his pants. He dug a rubber out of his pocket and quickly slipped it over his prick.
"One more cum each, then we go home," Tina said. "But you know, Joe, I can't help wondering how easy it is. I mean, we've never gotten caught ...Joy doesn't suspect anything, you told me, and I know that Bob hasn't a clue. How the hell is it that we can always get away so easily?"
"Damned if I know." Joe shook his head. "Maybe we're just lucky or something." He slid his prick into her pussy, and she threw her arms around him.