His language irritated her, and his direct approach rather frightened her, as well, for now his hand was there fondling the soft brown curling hair of her pubic mound, as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties. She resisted him mentally, but at the same time, she had a wild urge to spread her legs wide for his caressing hand… tell him to go ahead and do whatever he wanted to do. Cheryl picked up her half-finished martini and in two gulps downed it, feeling the warming effect of the alcohol as it went down.
'Yes!' she admitted. 'But, I–I'm not that kind of woman, really! I love my husband!'
'I love my wife, too… just like I know she loves me… and I never doubt it for a moment!'
Cheryl's eyes had never left the quartet on the rug. Now, she saw that Gene Barber was finishing the removal of Charlotte's dress, revealing that she hadn't a stitch of underwear on under it. 'Even when… she's…' Cheryl searched for a word to use. 'When she's… involved with somebody else?'
'There's no involvement. It's just sex! Fucking for the fun of it!' There! She had forced herself to say that word again!
Jim was leaning across her, now, murmuring low and intimately, as he continued: '… And, then… when we're together, after we've gone with somebody else it's really something else. We're more turned on to each other than we ever were, before we started swinging!'
Still trying to see what was going on in front of the fireplace, Cheryl craned her neck to see over his shoulder that blocked her view. Gene, she saw, had his hand down between Charlotte's legs as he lay cuddled behind her, his finger rubbing erotically up and down the short length of her clitoris and he was kissing her neck and shoulders; meanwhile Jim's wife was still kissing Nancy, her hands massaging now, down over the flat white belly of the willowy body of Gene's wife. And, Frank was just moving up over Nancy, her svelte, smoothly tapered thighs spreading wide for him as he cradled himself between them.
With an unwarranted fascination, Cheryl watched, acutely aware that it was her husband, whose performance she observed. A stabbing pang of jealousy pierced her, as she saw Nancy's tiny, tapered hand go down to grasp and guide the fiery, blood-red head of his cock straight into the moistly glistening hole of her flowered-open cunt. Then, Frank's slim hips were flexing, driving the massive hardness of his cock deep into her receptive vagina. Looking right up her husband's muscular, hairy legs, she could see his semen-filled testicles hanging down, and the cruel stretching of the other woman's cuntal mouth around the great girth of his penis as it slid smoothly into her; then, as he thrust all the way into her, his balls swung up hard into the crevice between her flexing buttocks.
Cheryl couldn't watch anymore of it, as she wished fervently that it wasn't really happening… that it was all a bad dream that would go away, but even more she wished that it was she herself, who lay there on the bearskin rug accepting her husband Frank's desire-hardened penis deep into her own now needful vaginal sheath. Jim's hand had wormed its way down between her thighs as she had unconsciously relaxed them. Now, she clamped them tight, trapping his hand in the sensually singing flesh of her pussy.
'OOoohh!' she moaned, as his middle finger touched the erect and sensitive shaft of her clitoris. 'Please… d- don't…!'
She leaned back against the couch, and her hands went down to pluck at his wrist, attempting to make him stop his unwanted seduction of her.
'Your clit's all nice and hard!' he breathed. 'You're getting ready to be fucked… whether you want to or not. A woman's body doesn't lie, you know!'
God! She did know! That was the trouble. It was her body, more sensitive sexually than she had ever imagined it to be which had led her, first, to allow Charlotte to lead her into a lesbian embrace… And then Gene…!
Before she could protest further, Jim Harding was kissing her. The last thing she saw, just before his lips found hers and her eyes closed was Charlotte rolling to her side then reversing herself, quickly, her knees straddling Gene Barber's face and her full, sensuous lips ovalling to slip down over the bloated head of his penis. Her husband was up over Nancy, now, bracing himself on hands and knees, as he buffeted his massive, glistening rod of male- flesh in and out of her squirming cunt.
Cheryl knew then that it was all very real. It was all happening, and was about to happen to her, too, as she felt Jim's teasing tongue running around the tender, sensitive inner part of her lips, before she relaxed her jaw to allow it to burst lashingly deep into her mouth. Do you suppose it's really true… that Frank and I would be more loving… more turned onto each other if I–I were to… go ahead and d-do it?
Jim's hand was behind her busily zipping down the zipper at the back of her dress. She wanted to stop him, but she was powerless. Now she was kissing him back, her own tongue entwining with his, while below, her thighs, aching from holding them tightly clamped together, relaxed a little more, parting slightly and allowing his hand freer access to her rapidly stimulating pussy-flesh.
Unable to handle the fact of her fall, her moral mind, loaded down with its middle-class, Puritanical principles, retreated strategically, allowing her the fantasy that it wasn't really a relative stranger who was going to couple with her sexually; it was her husband Frank. That was what she really wanted anyway, so it was easy for her to envision Frank's mouth kissing her… Frank's hands undressing and arousing her… and Frank, who would be thrusting deep into her… Desperately she imagined it, and it was so… for her!
Then she was helping him by leaning forward, shrugging her shoulders as he removed the sleeves of her dress down over her arms, turning slightly so that he could undo the hooks of her brassiere and shivering as it came off and she felt a wash of cool air over her naked breasts. Almost in the next instant, her host's strong-fingered hands were cupping her heaving breasts, kneading them, and she was aware of her sensitive nipples coned out hard against the rough palm of his hand. She opened her eyes slightly, finding her vision blurred, and feeling a dizziness that could only be caused by the two martinis she had slugged down. Over by the fireplace, she made out the four figures coupled there; however she couldn't figure out what was happening with Gene Barber and Jim's wife Charlotte. The black-haired woman was on her knees, while Gene mounted her from behind. At first, it looked as though he was fucking her animal-fashion, as she had seen her husband on the Harding's bed, slaving away behind Nancy Barber, but there was something different. Gasping her disbelief, she realized that Charlotte's hand was there, reaching back between her legs and gripping the shaft of the lawyer's throbbing cock, as she guided it alternately into both openings of her loins. 'Oh, no!'
Jim, whose mouth had dropped down to nibble and suck at the berry-like buds of her now fully erect nipples, raised his head inquisitively and followed her staring gaze.
'Y-your wife! She's being…' Cheryl couldn't think of the right word for it.
'She loves it that way…' he said mildly, returning to suck Cheryl's other breast.
'But… it's…!'
'Anal intercourse…!' He said it off hand, dismissing it as unimportant to him. 'A lot of women are really turned on by it! Charlotte likes the combination!'
'Ugh!'
'Don't knock it unless you've tried it!'
'I–I'd never… do that!'
'Don't bet on it!' Jim was pulling her dress down over her hips now, and she wriggled and raised up to help him get it off. Then hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he pulled them slowly down, allowing the salacious gaze of his blue eyes to devour the loveliness of her small milk-white body.
Suddenly, Jim Harding was standing tall and dominating over her, and he was grasping her by the ankles and hauling her petite body around until she was lying flat on the couch with her buttocks up on the low arm, the soft upholstery allowing her a measure of comfort.
Kneeling, he came swiftly in between her soft white thighs, parting them with his hands and draping her knees up over his shoulders. She knew what he was going to do, and she tried to writhe away from him, moaning a low, throaty animal-like sound in her throat. Oh, God! If he ever touches me there… with his tongue…
But the huge muscular man was no match for her. He forced her to lie still with steel-fingered hands which gripped her legs and kept them parted.
She tried to protest, but he was deaf to her plea. His blond head went down between her trembling thighs, as he held them firmly wide-splayed, the whole of her pussy upturned and naked before him. There between her legs he saw the tiny moist portal of her vagina, the fleshy lips fringed with light brown pubic hair, and above the tiny hard bud of her clitoris throbbed in its covert crease. Christ! What a gorgeous little cunt! Probably tight as hell! He found it hard to believe that she had already borne two children!
Grunting like an animal, Jim lowered his mouth to capture her fearfully cringing vaginal mouth, his tongue
