Chapter 6
Tom Lincoln's whole world came crashing down around his ears in one, brief fateful moment when he discovered that it was his wife who was naked out there on the sand, like a golden Olympian odalisque, her blonde hair strewn like molten gold around her lust-contorted face, while a strange teenager fucked savagely between her openly spread legs. "J-Jean..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracked and broken, his eyes glazed with shock.
"Do you know her?" Ingrid queried suddenly, and then realization dawned on her. Jean! That was his wife's name! Could that possibly be his wife out there? Ingrid looked at her lover, and knew it was. The truth was written plainly in the dejected slump of his shoulders, his mouth slack and hanging open, his eyes dull and staring. He didn't seem to be able to tear his startled and disbelieving gaze away from the lascivious scene of abandoned coupling outside. If she had known who it was, Ingrid would never have drawn her lover's attention to the fornicating couple, but she had no idea that they might be anyone Tom knew.
"Who is that boy?" she asked, unable to help herself, and as soon as the words were out, she knew that she shouldn't have asked.
Tom turned to look at her and Ingrid shrank from the pure hate reflected in his blazing eyes.
"That's the kid that cuts our lawn at home . . . Randy . .. Randy Webb .. . The nerve of that bastard .. . fucking my wife like that... I'm gonna teach that young son of a bitch punk a lesson he'll never forget...!!"
Tom was obviously in the throes of an uncontrollable fury of rage, and paroxysms of anger shuddered through him as he stood there, his doubled fists clenched menacingly, dire threats issuing from his furiously working mouth. Suddenly, he started towards the door, and a stab of panic goaded his frightened mistress into action.
"Wait a minute, Tom, wait!" she said, placing a restraining hand on his arm. "Don't go out there yet!"
"Why the hell not? Should I just stand here and let that bastard screw my wife without raising a finger to stop him?"
"No, but how come they're- here in the first place?"
Tom stared at his naked mistress as the terrible implications of her questions struck home. What was his wife doing here, anyway? "My guess is," Ingrid said deliberately, "that they followed us here!" A cold shudder of apprehension ran down Tom's back.
"Then, if that's the case-" he whispered fearfully.
"They saw us fucking a few minutes ago!" Ingrid finished, her voice ominous.
The thudding of Tom's heart was deafening even to his own ears. Jean must have seen him fucking Ingrid from behind! She must have been standing there watching as he sunk his cock to the hilt in his secretary's soft vaginal depths! She knew about him and his Swedish mistress!
"Oh God, no . .. " he moaned, not knowing what to do. What would Jean say? It was obvious what her reaction was ... the sight of him fucking Ingrid had caused her to allow the youth to do the same to her!
"What'll we do, Ingrid? Jean will know we're having an affair!" Tom said desperately, his brain unable to function.
"So what?" Ingrid replied coldly, "it's obviously not her first time with that kid either!"
Tom felt as if a pitcher of cold water had been thrown over him. Not her first time.. . that's right, he thought angrily, what was she doing with the kid in the first place?
"God, Tom, your wife is really turned on!" The secretary called, beckoning to her lover to join her again at the window. Mechanically, Tom sidled over to the window and peered out again. Ingrid was right! Jean was a flailing and thrashing whipcord of abandoned passion. Even inside the beach house, they could hear her mewling with unsuppressed pleasure. Her ankles were locked lasciviously around the boy's lower back and she was clinging to him for dear life, swaying beneath him, her body buffeting with each deeply driving thrust of his wetly pulsing cock. Tom drew in his breath sharply. He had never seen his wife so aroused before! She looked like a different person entirely. Completely unrecognizable was his normally prudish and half-virginal wife, so calm and collected in her ways, so fastidious in all sexual matters. The unbelievable blonde out there was a moaning and uninhibited mass of sexual arousal, exuding pure animal sex, and she was his wife!
"I never knew your wife was like that!" Ingrid said accusingly, secretly wondering why Tom was interested in her with a firebrand like Jean at home. Neither did I, Tom said to himself bitterly. She never got excited like that with me!
Much as he hated to admit it, it was obvious that the blond teenager had something that he lacked, and the unfaithful husband wondered jealously what it was. Jean certainly seemed to be in another world, moaning, writhing, fucking back with all her might, wantonly thrusting her pelvis upward and trying to spread her moistly gleaming thighs even farther apart. Tom caught a glimpse of the thick red length of the boy's hammering cock as it fucked rhythmically into his wife's softly clinging vaginal flesh, and unbelievably, an illicit shudder of excitement coursed the length of his tingling spine. He couldn't deny that there was something lewdly perverted about watching his own wife being fucked by a sex-crazed teenager, something perversely thrilling about it. He couldn't help feeling jealous of the youth, wishing that he himself was in his place. Yes, that was it! He wanted to be the one who was screwing mercilessly between his wife's legs, he wanted to be the one who was sending her out of her mind with delirious joy!
He was conscious of the growing bulge of his re-awakening cock, of a sympathetic churning in his hips as he watched the teenage boy jerk forward and send his hotly searing shaft plunging to the hilt in Jean's greedily welcoming depths. Tom wanted her slender legs to wrap in the lewd way around his back, wanted to feel the inticing jiggling of her dancing breasts press against his neck! Yes, he was aroused by the sight of his wife being fucked by another man!!
He didn't care any longer that she was unfaithful to him; after all, he himself had just been fucking Ingrid. All he cared about was getting a share of that wildly wanton excitement, of feeling a part of that incredible aura of sexual arousal which exuded from his panting and moaning wife.
Robot-like, he turned to march out of the beach house, his rigid cock standing up heavily like a flag-staff before him.
"Wait, Tom ..." Ingrid called frantically, but her boss paid no attention to her. He strode inexorably out the door and around to where his writhing wife and their teenage gardener were wrapped together in a lewd tangle of wetly perspiring bodies.
The blue sky above Jean seemed to spin ominously before her lust-dimmed eyes, the blazing sun sending blinding flashes of light to dance before her. It was incredible, making love out here in the open. Even the abrasive friction of the sand on her naked ass-cheeks added in a masochistic way to her obscene pleasure. She , had forgotten all about her husband, except a tiny part of her wondered if he was watching her.
Yes, damn you, I hope you 're watching, you cheating bastard. I hope you see Randy fucking me like this fust as I saw you with that slut of a secretary. ..
But even her revengeful thoughts were swept aside as newly tumultuous feelings forewarned the approach of another violent climax. And then ... "Jean ..."
The squirming housewife froze, her blood running cold as new hands scurried along the smoother flesh of her wetly undulating body. It was her husband!
"Tom, wha ..." she began, her throat dry, hardly able to breathe. What did he want? She wasn't worried about him discovering her with
Randy. It was obvious he wasn't angry, but what did he want with her now? His hands trailed down her smooth sleek hips and came to rest under the firmly rounded cheeks of her naked buttocks, kneading and pummeling them with roughly convulsive movements. Then, she drew in her breath sharply as she felt him slowly draw the softly quivering flesh apart, straining them beyond belief. Oh God, what was going to happen?
"Spread that little ass of yours, baby ... I'm going to have a ride too ..."
Jean gasped in numbed horror, hardly able to believe her ears. His voice was cracked and hoarse, and there was a lustful tone in his harsh sentence chilled her to the marrow.
She felt as if she had suddenly been suspended in time, as if all movements had ceased, as if she and her youthful lover had been frozen into statues. But they hadn't. Randy still continued to fuck between her golden tanned legs, seemingly oblivious to Tom, who was naked and crouched on his hands and knees, his eyes staring out of his head as they roamed feverishly over his wife's lovely writhing body. "Roll over, sweetie ..." he rasped hoarsely, and incredibly Jean felt Randy shifting above her, sliding down to one side; and then, unbelievably, she was astride her young lover, her slender thighs straddling his upthrusting pelvis. Oh my God, I'm going crazy, she thought frantically, unable to figure out what was happening. Tom's hands were warm and strong on her tender flesh again, pulling and kneading at the soft golden moons of her untanned buttocks,, straining them apart, his fingers digging hungrily into the flaccid white flesh. Jean bit her lip to keep from crying out from the new unexpected pain, and then gasped suddenly in unrestrained shock as she felt the long wet length of his strong tongue swipe the darkly stretched crevice, sending forbidden chills of morbid pleasure and pain coursing through her. Her head was spinning and she felt as if she had been suddenly thrust headlong into an unknown world, a world where her husband was kneeling by her side, lewdly kissing and caressing her nether crease while another man fucked wantonly up into her cunt from below.
She moaned again as she felt the insistently probing pressure of her husband's strong forefinger against the small and crinkled circle of her hidden rectum, and then, before she had a chance to realize what was happening, he suddenly thrust it to the first knuckle into the futilely resisting orifice.
"Aaarrrgghhh ... Oh God, stop .. . !!" she sobbed helplessly, wriggling her buttocks around in a desperate attempt to dislodge the alien intruder. Relentlessly, Tom burrowed his finger deeper, feeling her hot rectal flesh clinging tightly to his finger as he plunged it to the hilt in his wife's unsuspecting anal depths. With casual ease, he began to rotate it around inside the rubberily clasping passage of her rectum, scouring and widening it, until at last he began to withdraw it, pulling it out finally with a lewd plopping sound. Jean breathed a sigh of relief, as she was freed from the searing pain in her tender back passage, and once again abandoned mewls slipped carelessly from her mouth as her body was free to experience to the full the intense pleasure she was getting from Randy Webb's hard young cock spearing forcefully up between her straddling thighs.
But then blind panic gripped her once more as she became aware of Tom behind her now, his strong hands holding her shoulders down flat on top of Randy, and she realized with instinctive terror that she was sandwiched between the two men, completely trapped between the naked bodies of her husband and her teenage lover!
"Oh Tom, please ..." she began as she felt his hands once more rippling across the rounded curves of her softly writhing young buttocks. Fear tore like steel fingers at the pounding depths of her terror-stricken heart as she felt him poise the thick blood-hardened length of his fully erect penis at the tiny defenseless ring of her trembling anus.
She opened her mouth to cry out, to protest, to try to ward off what she suddenly knew was coming, but...
"Oooooohhhhh ... oh Tom, please stop . . . aaaaarrrggghhhh . . . you're . . . you're splitting-me!" she wailed, pain shooting through her from the cruel penetration of her tiny rectal sphincter by her husband's lust-bloated shaft. Feebly, she tried to struggle, tried to fight back, but in her heart she knew it was futile as her husband continued to surge forward, impaling her inch by excruciating inch on the obscenely throbbing shaft of his driving cock.
"... eeerrrgghhnnn ..." she gasped helplessly, feeling completely filled by the huge rod of blood-engorged male flesh rammed into her futilely resisting rectum, and she lay there between them, panting and stricken with dull disbelief as her husband finally managed to sink his rock-hard member to the hilt in her painfully tortured depths.
The adulterous young wife squirmed pathetically as she felt her vengeful husband's pounding cock moving about tantalizingly inside her, brutally widening her tight rectal sheath and seeming to stretch longer and farther up into her fearfully quivering young belly. At last, he began to withdraw, and Jean couldn't help feeling a moment's relief - but it was short-lived, as without a moment's pause, he rammed forward again, mercilessly sweeping aside her trembling thighs and burying his rangy cock deep in her sorely bruised back passage.
He'll tear me apart if he doesn't stop! Oh God! she worried, and then she recalled with burning clarity the time when Randy had taken her back there, when he had raped her virginal anus with his younger brother looking on. This time, it was Tom, her own husband, who was taking her back there, while Randy himself fucked into her in front. .. and doubtless Ingrid was watching her being taken by two men at once. Miraculously, Jean felt all vestiges of pain disappear from her buffeted body, felt little mists of wispy pleasure begin floating in and out of the secret corners of her flesh, felt herself tingling with growing arousal. She was beginning to enjoy the lewd double fucking she was receiving from her lusting lover and her anger-provoked husband! She was actually beginning to respond to the lascivious three-way fuck!
She could hardly believe it, and yet it was happening! Already her body was beginning to undulate gently in rhythm with the two naked male bodies slapping obscenely against her, thrusting their pile-driving penises deep and hard into the twin passages up between her widesplit thighs. Panting, she shoved her wetly writhing vagina forward to receive the pistoning plunges of Randy's virile young hardness, and then ground her now hungrily clenching buttocks backward to clutch at her husband's punishing cock. Her body was bathed in perspiration, and slipped wetly between the two flailing bodies of her husband, and lover, and her mewls rose higher and mingled lewdly with their hoarse grunts of animal pleasure. Weird thoughts assailed her reeling brain as her lasciviously sandwiched body writhed and tremored with a new and illicit pleasure.
This is really what it's all about, she thought ecstatically, now I'm really free and liberated. .. I've tried everything. . . And she felt suddenly, inexplicably free, as if she had finally wrenched away the chains of the repressed culture which had been invisibly manacling her mind to a Victorian code to which her body no longer ascribed. Yes, she was really liberated now, free to enjoy the sensual satisfaction that her body offered!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . hhhgghhnnnn ..." she sighed as she gave herself over completely to the waves of exhilarating pleasure which washed over her sandy flesh, which tingled tantalizingly through her pulsating body, and which made the blood rush wildly through her veins. Tom had obviously forgiven her, she thought deliriously, and now everything would be all right. She had never known anything like the floods of intense excitement which were coursing through her, not even in her wildest moments with Randy and his friends.
I'll never be the same again, she sobbed happily to herself, this is the turning point. .. there s no going back now .. . and the fact that her husband was part of the overwhelming pleasure, that his fucking her in the ass added immeasurably to her unbelievable arousal, somehow made everything seem all right.
She knew she was nearing her climax, but she wanted to hold back, to wait until the two insanely fucking men were also cumming, so that all three of them could reach the dizzy pinnacle of ultimate pleasure together. And then ...
"Christ, baby, I'm there! I'm cumming! AAARRGGGHHH . .. !" It was Randy, his young body quivering and trembling with the final force of his release, his nakedly driving penis plummeting deep into her wildly clutching vaginal sheath, his breath charged like machine-gun blasts as he at last reached the orgasm his lust-crazed brain was battling for. He jerked spasmodically upward, as paroxysms of unbelievable pleasure washed over his sweating body.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH ... I'm cumming too! I'm . .. I'm .. . Aaaarrggghhhh ..."
And Tom was climaxing too, his tall muscular body crashing down on her as he skewered his pistoning cock mercilessly into her forever-stretched rectal passage!
"Keep .. . fucking . . . back .. . baby!!!" he gasped, and Jean felt the rush of his scalding male sperm as it shot deep and hard up into her passion-dilated rectum. Her entire body felt poised on the edge of a giant chasm, teetering between this world and the delirious world of never-ending pleasure, and then, helplessly, she fell..."
"Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaaahhh!" she sobbed mindlessly, as her body rocketed and tossed violently between the virbating bodies of her husband and lover. Tremors of intense pleasure convulsed her naked flesh as Randy and Tom continued to shoot their seething hot sperm far up into her hungrily welcoming belly, coming together somewhere in her hotly aroused depths.
It was unbelievable, this climaxing from being fucked by two men at the same time, and her wantonly abandoned body reached greedily for the whirls of overwhelming pleasure which were at last floating within grasp. Nothing could ever be the same again, but she didn't care. She wasn't afraid of the incredible new world she was entering, not when she had Tom and Randy to help her, hot when they shielded her body like they were doing now, sandwiching her between them; not when they gave her absolutely mind-blowing pleasure like they were giving her now as they spewed out their white-hot semen to soak her trembling body completely, draining into every crevice of her fully aroused body.
Jean opened her eyes dreamily, and saw the fluffy white clouds rippling across the blue sky. For a moment, she forgot where she was, conscious of nothing but the delicious warmth of the blazing sun, and the incredible blanket of satiation which wrapped her snugly and filled her to overflowing with happiness.
Gradually, the unbelievable events of the last couple of hours came tumbling back to the dozing housewife . .. her discovery of her husband with his secretary... Randy's lust-maddened love-making, followed by Tom joining in, culminating in a wild three-way orgasm . . . yes, she remembered now. She didn't think she'd ever forget her climax precipitated by being fucked by her husband and lover at the same time .. .
As consciousness returned to her, she wondered, with a faint stab of panic, at the suddenly pervading silence. Where was everybody? As if in answer to her question, a low moan made her turn her head sharply to the right.
"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . Oh God, Oh God . . , " It sounded like Randy!
Jean's heart started pounding like a drum. What was going on? For a moment, she couldn't see anything, and abruptly, she jerked upright, determined to find out what was happening. And then she gasped audibly, surprise widening her eyes as they came to rest on her teenage lover's spread-eagled body, and the crouching figure of a naked girl who could only be Ingrid, hunched grotesquely between his widespread legs, his huge cock sunk halfway between her ripely ovalled lips! Jean continued to stare, hardly daring to believe what she was watching. A confusion of feeling jumbled her brain. She had just about forgotten all about the blonde, and now here she was, openly sucking her lover's cock! A surge of anger erupted inside Jean, and her eyes narrowed into thinly glazed slits as she continued to watch, fascinated in spite of herself, as the long red length of the boy's hotly throbbing penis disappeared between the smooth pink oval of Ingrid's hungrily clasping lips. Her fingers were buried somewhere in the blonde tufts of hair at the sturdy base and were holding the glistening shaft aloft, guiding it greedily up into the vacuum-like warmth of her hollowed cheeks. Jean could see that the secretary's eyes were half closed, and her face was obviously bathed in a mist of hungry lust. Randy, too, was obviously enjoying Tom's secretary's lascivious attentions, as her hand dipped to fondle the desire-tightened sac of his scrotum, to knead and cup his churning testicles lovingly. Jean drew in her breath sharply as she saw Ingrid release the thick knobby head of the teenager's wetly glistening cock and then run her pink tongue down along the entire rigid length of it, tickling just below the bulbous, blood-filled head, nibbling slightly at the blue-veined underside, disappearing in a snake-like flicker into the tangled mass of his blond pubic hair.
"God, Ingrid," Randy gasped heavily, "your mouth feels so good around my cock ..."
The blonde secretary was completely engrossed in her lewd task, her gleaming hair framing her face, contorted from the effort of sucking and licking at the growing bulge in her mouth. It felt good, sucking this kid's cock, she mused to herself, especially with that high-and-mighty Jean Lincoln watching!
Ingrid had been almost overcome with anger and jealousy watching the wildly unbelievable threesome of Jean, her lover and Tom, and it was obvious that they had all forgotten about her. It hurt her, too, to see how aroused Tom had got, especially when it had been she who had calmed him out of his initial anger at his wife. So, in a way, thanks to her, Tom, instead of being furious at finding his wife fucking another man, had become excited to the extent of joining in ... to the extent of forgetting all about her!
But Ingrid was determined not to be left out. Her eyes had run appraisingly over the handsomely sun-tanned muscular form of the surprisingly mature teenager, and she had become suffused with a sudden desire to take that virile young cock into her mouth, to suck and slaver over it, to coax it into wonderfully aroused hardness, to finally feel it explode deep in her throat, to taste the tangy bitterness of his savage young cum. Expertly, she ran her warm wet tongue along the pulsating length of it, feeling the wild blood rushing through the veins almost as if it would burst the flesh, felt the lust coursing through the thickly palpitating ridge on the underside. She entrapped the burgeoning head between her clasping lips and played teasingly with her tongue at the narrow glans opening at the tip, before dipping lower to tantalize his throbbing testicles. Then she slipped her deftly probing tongue in among the tufted wisps of Randy's pubic hair and stabbed lewdly at the thick stubby base of his jerking cock-shaft. Her hands kneaded convulsively at this churning scrotum, feeling the power surging deep inside them, aware of the seething tumult of his aching sperm. Yes, she was going to enjoy sucking this boy dry, sucking him dry while Tom's wife watched helplessly.
Jean couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her young lover plunging his lust-hardened cock far back into Ingrid's more than willing throat. Enraged as she was by the blonde secretary's conduct, she couldn't deny that the lascivious sight gave her a lewd thrill of delight, and she thought again of how she herself must have looked when she was sucking eagerly on Randy's brother's penis. Had she herself looked like Ingrid now looked - her face glazed with lust, her eyes half closed in excitement, her lips lewdly ovalled around the pulsating rod of male flesh as Larry Webb sank his fiery penis deep and hard between her lips?
A throbbing excitement started somewhere deep in Jean's loins as she continued to watch the unbelievable sight of her husband's mistress sucking and slavering over her own lover's fully erect penis, and then she became aware of hands on her legs, of wet palms clamped against her inner thighs, forcing them apart, of a hulking shape hovering between her widespread legs. Panic assailed her for a terrifying moment, and she gasped aloud.
"Take it easy, honey, it's only me, she heard her husband assuring her and she realized then that it was Tom hunched lasciviously before the openly spread plane of her pulsating cunt.
"Tom..." she began searchingly, hardly knowing what to say.
"Just relax, baby," he said soothingly, "Just relax and spread your legs. I'm going to lick your cunt... I'm going to kiss and lick your pussy while Ingrid is sucking Randy's cock ..." Jean heard the words in a daze. It couldn't be ... it was too much!
"No! No!" she cried out suddenly, unable to stop herself. She couldn't allow her own husband to kiss her there. She just couldn't. It was different when Randy had done it. He had almost forced her to submit, and even though she had enjoyed it, it was different now with her husband. She just couldn't let it happen.
"Why not, honey?" Tom's voice droned on. "You'll love it.. . you'll love it when I run my tongue into that hot little cunt of yours . .. Those two have forgotten about us .. . they're having fun ... why not us?"
His mesmerizing words seemed to calm his wife's fears. Yes, yes, he's right. Ingrid and Randy are enjoying themselves... why should we be left out?
Her seething thoughts ran wildly on. She had enjoyed it when Randy had done it to her. Why not now? Why not indeed? Her own husband wanted to lick her vagina, so why not let him?
"Jean, honey ..." Tom urged, fearing that she had forgotten all about him.
"Yes, Tom, yes ..." her voice came in a rush of heated urgency. "Yes, do it to me ... do it to me while Ingrid. .. while your mistress is sucking Randy's . .. penis!"
"Do what, Jean, do what?" her husband insisted, suddenly desperate for her to say the words which would signal to him that the dark and unhappy days of her repression were really over. After a long moment, the words he had been waiting for came.
"Suck my - my pussy! Yes, that's it, Tom, suck my pussy while Ingrid is licking and kissing Randy's cock!"
With a deep groan, Jean's husband suddenly buried his face in the openly presented pussy flesh beneath him, inhaling for the very first time the scented sweetness of his own wife's secret flesh, reveling in the contact of his wet tongue on her hotly pulsing vaginal flesh, "Ooooooohhhhhh ..." Jean gasped as she felt the moist slapping of her husband's tongue as it reached out and lapped at the tender flesh of her openly throbbing vagina. She held in her breath as he buried his tongue in the hotly squirming flesh, dipping and probing in a maddened search for the pivot of her desires. It was like a wetly living thing scurrying around her sensitive flesh, and she liked it! Yes, she liked having her husband lick her cunt!
"Mmmmmmmnnnn ..." she groaned involuntarily as Tom's burrowing tongue found the hardening tip of her turgid clitoris.
Gently, he clasped the swollen knob between his teeth, holding it there while the tip of his tongue teased remorselessly at the erogenous little nerve center, sending shudders of excruciating pleasure shooting up his wife's spine. Involuntarily, her slender thighs clamped against his cheeks, holding his mouth in an agonizing position over the burning flesh of her nakedly widespread cunt. Hungrily, she ground her desire-tortured vagina up against the maddening length of his deftly flicking tongue, rimming his nose and mouth with her moistly aroused cunt, cutting off his breath, enveloping him completely in the fragile softness of her impassioned cunt. Tom's tongue snaked out continuously, sliding along the thin vertical mouth of her vagina, burrowing into the crevices and creases of her wildly churning depths, eliciting moan after passionate moan of pleasure from his lust-maddened wife. His hands reached up and clutched at her thighs, held her firmly in place while his tongue stabbed erotically at the petal-shaped opening to her fully awakened body. For a moment, he poised, hovering at the soft viscous opening, before plunging directly into the grasping interior sheath, feeling the clinging walls of her greedily-welcoming cunt close in moist and tight on his sunken tongue, desperately trying to suck it farther and farther up into her madly writhing little belly.
"Aaaaggghhhhh ..." she gasped, undulating her pelvis up desperately against his face, grinding the softly flaccid cheeks of her buttocks around on the sand in a feverish attempt to increase the dementing ministrations of her husband's hotly teasing tongue on her sensitive flesh. Her thighs tightened even more desperately around his perspiring face as she churned her desire-ridden cunt against the delicious lapping of his untiring mouth, her initial shock overcome, her receptive cuntal walls closing in like a velvet glove on his lustfully entrapped tongue.
Jean was now mewling with unsuppressed passion. It was absolute heaven, lying here, her thighs spread open to allow her husband to slaver obscenely between them, while, only a couple of feet away, his secretary sucked hungrily on Randy's pounding cock. Jean turned her head and was just able to see her teenage lover's wildly writhing figure, tremoring with spasms of pleasure as Ingrid's lush red lips closed like a rubberband around the huge lust-engorged shaft of his cock. Jean, through desire-dimmed eyes, could see the angry red rod of flesh jerking spasmodically as it drove between the Swedish girl's ovaled lips, could see the furious kneading of her hand on the dangling lips, could see the furious kneading of her hand on the dangling sac of his testicles, could hear her lover's moans of pure animal pleasure as he gave himself over fully to this girl's unbelievable sucking, just as she herself was abandoning her body completely to the overwhelming eddies of pleasure coursing through her from her husband's frantic licking of her desire-maddened cunt.
Swirls of red-hot pleasure were building up deep, deep inside her loins, making her squirm her softly rounded buttocks down into the sand, making her mewl incessantly in ecstasy, making her clamp the wetly-aroused flesh of her helpless cunt up against the pleasure-giving tongue that was swirling around inside her, sending flames of fire licking at the very core of her passionately aroused little belly. She could hear the lewd wet slavering sounds of Randy's tumultuous ecstasy as his rock-hard penis slid far up into Ingrid's enveloping mouth, and his gasps of pleasure mingled with her own as they writhed in total abandon only feet away from each other on the beach.
Tom watched his wife with mounting amazement and disbelief. He felt thrilled beyond belief when she had allowed him to lick her vagina, and her lewd words of assent had perversely delighted him. Now he was filled with pride to think that he could arouse her like this, that she was squirming around in unabashed passion under his cunt-licking, just as she had moaned and writhed under the teenager's fucking. But most of all he could hardly believe that it really was his wife! The near-virginal, puritanical wife he remembered was no longer there, and the fully liberated woman who had replaced her was a being beyond his wildest dreams. She was now all he had ever dreamed she'd be and he was nearly out of his mind with happiness.
Momentarily, he pulled away from the claspingly wet flesh of her twitching vagina and gazed down at the openly presented split of her cunt. He could see the faint pulsing of her nakedly aroused flesh, the reddish tip of her turgid little clitoris, the star-shaped opening of her hungrily contracting orifice, the faint throbbing of the swollen outer lips.
There was a faint sheen of her flowing cuntal secretions smearing down along her quivering inner thighs, and Tom knew that she was almost ready to cum. With an eager moan, he once more buried his face between her trembling thighs, anxious to feel her rippling with an uncontrollable orgasm induced by his own lust-peaking licking.
Ingrid heard Jean's sighs of arousal and the old envy was reawakening. Randy's blood-bloated cock seemed to fill her whole mouth, to expand and inflate to bursting point in the warmth of her hungrily sucking orifice, but she was aware of another emptiness. There was a furious gnawing between her legs, a fire which was calling out for re-kindling. She tried to ignore it, to make it go away, but it wouldn't. She wanted to experience what Jean was feeling. The pleasure she was getting from Randy's cock filling her mouth was not enough. . . she couldn't hold out much longer! The delicious oral caresses her husband was lavishing on her passion-demented cunt were becoming too much for her, and the thought that her lover was also approaching release seemed to spur on her own. But then, amazingly, she felt movement near her, heard the rasping of naked flesh against hot sand. For a moment, she was dumbfounded, not knowing what to think. There was movement right beside her ...
Fearfully, she opened her eyes, not knowing what to expect, and saw, only a few scant inches from her face, the widespread and openly presented furrow of Ingrid's vagina! For a long, seemingly interminable moment. Jean stared at the softly pulsing slit collared by wisps of pale golden pubic curls, hardly able to believe her eyes. Ingrid had juxtaposed herself so that her lewdly splayed thighs were only inches from Jean's eyes, while she herself continued to suck Randy's insanely pounding penis.
Jean could never remember clearly what happened next. All she knew was that suddenly her tongue was reaching out and lapping tentatively at the quivering wet mouth of the other girl's proffered cunt. The cream-white thighs closed softly around her hidden face, drawing her inexorably to the scented warmth of the other girl's feverishly pulsing vagina. Jean inhaled the sweet fragrance, her tongue searching cautiously in the pungent folds and creases, gaining confidence as it went about its wanton task. Her instinct for new and more exciting pleasures were stronger than any forbidden warnings of her lust-befogged brain, and she continued to swirl her tongue around in her husband's mistress' cunt, just as Tom himself was still slavering below at her frantically writhing loins.
Jean heard the other girl whimpering around Randy's desire-ridden cock, and it gave her an odd thrill to know that she was giving the voluptuous secretary this pleasure, that she was making her moan and gasp with unmitigated ecstasy. She continued to suck and lick the other girl's furiously twitching vagina, spurred on by the delicious tongue-fucking she was getting below, thrilled illicitly at the thought that she was engaged in an incredible four-way sex scene, that she was being sucked and kissed below while she licked Ingrid's pulsating cuntal slit, while Ingrid at the same time was sucking and swallowing Randy's heavily throbbing penis. It was unbelievable, but it was the most exciting, arousing thing Jean had ever experienced and she thought she'd die from the spasms of pleasure convoluting her heaving body. She continued her frantic sucking and slavering of the Swedish girl's gyrating cunt, even after she heard Randy's moans of lascivious delight signaling his climax.
"Oh God, Ingrid, I'm cumming! Keep sucking my cock!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Jean could see the sandy-haired teenager battering furiously up against Tom's secretary's face, the sac of his wildly writhing scrotum suddenly contracting as it ejected the first flow of seminal fluid into her hungrily receptive mouth. Ingrid started to gulp and swallow, her cheeks filling and then emptying as she drank in the lust-quenching nectar of his searing male sperm. And even as Randy was continuing to ejaculate into her greedily sucking mouth, Shockwaves of overwhelming force spasmed through her body as she too began to cum from Jean's forbidden licking. Her moans and sobs were lost around Randy's still convulsed cock, but still she didn't loosen her elastic-like clasp around the pounding girth of his spasming penile shaft. Jean continued to jab her feverishly working tongue far up into the steaming depths of the girl's cunt, and to watch as Ingrid herself swallowed and gulped on Randy's finally deflating cock. And then, suddenly Jean herself was swept away in paroxysms of unbelievable earthly pleasure. Everybody else in the lewd foursome was forgotten as her perspiring body heaved and shook with tidal waves of dizzying pleasure, tremors of delight that rippled through her helpless body from head to toe. Her husband never slackened his feverish licking, continuing to slaver and lap at the burning flesh of her dilating cunt, continuing to kiss her steaming loins as she muffled her moans into the still tensed depths of her husband's secretary's sensuously trembling vagina.
Now I've tried everything, she gasped happily to herself as mists of swirling euphoria engulfed her and carried her away gently from the orgy of physical pleasure. But she didn't care, because she knew she would return soon, for greater, weirder sensations of even more abandoned passion ...
It would be a long time before Jean forgot the incredible delights which followed on that hot and sunny afternoon. Tom was the first to initiate further sexual excess, but the other three seemed mindlessly compelled to follow suit. The insane orgy was to last only until dusk, but the effects upon Jean's, and the other's, psyches, were to last a lot longer. The young housewife had been introduced to a new world: a new way of thinking, a new way of acting, a new way of feeling. And she knew deep down in her soul, that she was glad .. . and that she never, never wanted to leave her new found paradise.