He released her and she sank down onto the blanket. Mystified, Stan sat down beside her, trying to take her into his arms, again. He was impatient. There had been too much talk, already, as far as he was concerned. Vivian shrugged his hands away. 'No! Not yet! I'm serious… I have to tell you something… before we can go any further!'
Visions of several things clicked through his mind: Disease? Physical malformation? Menstruation? Pregnancy…? 'Well… what the hell is it? Don't be so mysterious!'
'Do you remember… I told you… that Harry and I do our own things?' she asked.
'Yeah… you said Harry didn't mind…'
'… That's only part of it!' she explained. 'There's a little catch… to it…'
Stan's face creased in a frown. 'A little catch… eh? Like how much is it? Is that what you mean… you're peddling it?' He reached for his wallet in his back pocket.
Vivian stared at him, aghast. 'Stan!' she gasped. 'That's absolutely disgusting! I'm not talking about money!' With a quick movement, she gathered herself and sprang to her feet. 'Besides… it's insulting… and I'm leaving… now!'
Quickly, he caught her hand, pulled her down to him and smothered her in his arms, his lips finding hers, again, to kiss her hard and meaningfully. After a moment or two, she relaxed and began kissing him back.
Then, when he broke the kiss, he growled, 'I'm sorry… Vivian… I misunderstood… but if it isn't that… what in the hell is it?'
'I guess we're even… on the misunderstanding, now…' she smiled, somewhat sheepishly. '… But what I'm talking about is a trade… me for you and your wife, Lois… for Harry!'
It was Stan's turn to stare at her, disbelieving what he had heard. 'Am I hearing you right…?' he gulped. 'Do you mean… you're doing this… with me… so that your husband'll get a crack at Lois?'
'Yes…'
'My God… I don't know… she's so…'
'So… what, Stan…?'
'Well, hell… I might as well tell you! She's such a hidebound, puritan type… that I–I… haven't been much interested, lately… in having sex with her!' he explained.
'Then… you wouldn't have any objections…?'
'Hell yes… I would! She's still my wife… and I do love her!'
'… But you do want me… don't you?'
'Yes… but… I couldn't throw her to somebody else!'
'All you have to do is agree to let Harry operate his own way!'
'Give him a clear field… in other words…?'
'That's the idea… and she can make up her own mind… Okay?'
Stan tried to visualize his wife in another man's arms, being fucked by him. It was no use; the pictures wouldn't form in his mind, but he knew it would be an actuality… if he accepted the terms of Vivian's offer. It's a damned big decision…! And, I can't see Lois going along with it!
Vivian's hands were busy on him, again, as she used her fingers to outline the bulge of his hard cock inside his pants. 'Well… lover… have you made up your mind?' she asked.
'Yeah!' he grunted. 'Come here! I want to fuck you!'
'OOH, YES, Stan! I want you to… I want you to fuck me… hard! I want you to… tear me apart… with your big… hard cock!'
He knew he should have not been so hasty. Lois had just been committed to a sexual encounter with Harry Williams… without her knowledge… or consent… because of his lust for the beautiful, black-haired wife of the other man… But, damn it… let's face it… Lois just doesn't do anything for me!
Resolutely, he reached out to the clasps at the back of her halter top, unhooked them and helped her to shrug free of the skimpy garment. There was no bra underneath. The full, round orbs of her satin-smooth breasts were liberated to his fascinated gaze. Instantly, he cupped the pliant flesh of them in his hands, kneading and massaging their magnificent fleshy firmness and rolling the hardening cameo-pink nipples between his fingers. He felt them distend and throb to erection as he manipulated them to spiky cones of sensitive flesh.
Then, while he nuzzled, licked and kissed her breasts, Vivian undid the zipper at the side of her tight-fitting slacks. She knelt up, kicked off her sandals, and he helped her, pulling the stretch material of her capris down over the svelte curve of her hips and buttocks. She rid herself of the slacks and tossed them aside. Her panties followed, and she was naked. Stan drank in the beauty of her body for a moment, before he pulled her down beside him on the blanket. His mouth came down hard on her lips, his tongue stabbing deep into her mouth. She sucked at it, while his hands explored her body, moving down over the smoothness of her back to the rounded, resilient protuberances of her buttocks, where his fingers dug in, cruelly, as he kneaded the flesh of them through his fingers.
Her hands were certainly not idle. She reached, found and zipped, his fly coming open, then she unbuckled his belt, before her hand dipped in to liberate his massive, hard cock from his confining pants. She fondled it, feeling its great length and girth. It was warm and pulsing in her hand… and hard as granite, and she felt it throb to even greater erectile dimensions.
Gently, Vivian used her nails to scratch, lightly, up and down the hard length of his prick; then, she reached under to cup his sperm-bloated testicles, and she used her nails again to taunt them. She heard him gasp, involuntarily, his cock jerking in her light-fingered grasp… seeming to grow harder, yet, as she titillated him to vibrant readiness.
Using both hands, now, she grasped the shaft of his cock and squeezed it… hard. Then, she began to twist and wring, her hands going in opposite directions, as though she were expressing water from a rinsed garment. It was a deliciously erotic sensation that sent almost excruciating sexual excitement swarming through the length of his prick. It brought a short, sharp intake of breath from him, and a deep-throated moan was wrung, from his lips. Without warning he broke the deep, soul kiss and sprang, suddenly, to his feet, clawing at his clothes to get them off.
Vivian had to release his cock, as he jumped up to his feet, but she recovered it quickly, her mouth following her hands. She knelt before him, milking back the loose fold of his foreskin to reveal the red, blood-engorged cock- head, her lips seeking it to kiss and lick, her tongue swirling, maddeningly around it, as she teased and taunted it, expertly; meanwhile, Stan stripped off his shirt and undershirt and flung them, aside. Christ! He hadn't been this excited… in a hell of a long time! Looking down, he saw her pink tongue licking at him… almost as a child licks an ice cream cone. Then, he knew what he wanted!
'Suck it!' he breathed. 'Suck my cock… first!'
Without hesitation, her lips quickly encompassed the silky-smooth corona, her tongue running in circles around the flanges, then flattening along the frenulum to suck like a nursing baby; finally, the sinuous tip of her tantalizing lingual member teased at the slitted head of his cock, trying to insinuate its agile tip into the tiny orifice. His prick throbbed, achingly, in her mouth, and instinctively, his hips began to undulate back and forth, and she began to absorb more and more of his ample length and breadth, her lips sliding down and down over the shaft of his cock, until more than half of it was moistly sheathed in the warmth of her working mouth and throat. Delightful sensations cascaded through him. It felt wild… and insane, in the extreme. God damn it! I've got to fuck her… now! He wanted to shove his cock into her squirming cunt… and fuck her until she couldn't walk straight!
'God! That's enough… now! Leave enough of it… for me to fuck you with!' he groaned, reaching down, under her arms to hoist her up to him. Reluctantly, she was forced to release his throbbing cock from her voracious mouth; then, with desperate speed, he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them. His shorts followed in a second. He kicked the clothing aside, carelessly, as he stood fully nude, now, before her. He grinned with quiet satisfaction, when Vivian's eyes locked onto the lancing, massive hardness of his prick.
'Do you like it?' he asked.
'Oh, yes… and to think… I almost missed out… altogether!'
Quickly, then, he gathered her into his arms, his hands going around her to the lush fullness of her globoid buttocks, his fingers digging into them to feel their smooth, round pliancy. Pulling her in hard and close, he slipped the hard shaft of his cock in between her legs, parting the soft, dark hair ringing her cunt-slit and sawed it back and forth in the sensate flesh of her furrow. He felt the lubricious moisture and the pulsing warmth her cunt generated. The spiky hardness of her coned-out nipples pushed in hard against his chest as her arms went around him, her
