are so open and honest that they might shake you up at first, but you'll get used to that soon, and realize that you don't have to play a lot of stupid games with them. It's really refreshing not to have to wear a mask, to simply show your true self.'
'I guess that will take some practice,' Sherman said, his hands moving over her ripe, firm ass. 'But I'll try anything, so long as it helps keep you like this, all passionate and beautiful. It's just seems sort of embarrassing, to look those young studs in the eye, and think how they've been in between your long, lovely legs, their cocks reaching for your wonderful cunt, and you – well, I can't help picturing you the way you were upstairs a little while ago, all squirming and eager, taking those hard, thrusting pricks in turn, panting and trembling as you come.
Elizabeth patted his cheek. 'What's wrong with picturing me like that? I think it's wonderful, being that way, bucking and heaving on a nice, sliding prick. I think it was wonderful to see little Charlene doing it with you, although I really didn't figure her tiny pussy could stretch far enough to accept your big cock.'
He swallowed audibly. 'That's something else, Elizabeth. You talking this way, using all the words, I mean. And all those years, you would never say anything like that, or even keep the light on those rare times when we fucked, when you didn't have a headache or were ill, or something. I can't get used to hearing words like prick and fuck and pussy rolling off your lips.'
Rolling her hips, Elizabeth lifted her pelvis so that it ground lightly, teasingly into her husband's crotch, making certain that he felt the giving softness and pulsing heat of her cunt. She said, 'That's something else you'll get used to, Sherman. Those are the real words, the descriptive ones, so why use anything else? I like them, like the taste of them in my mouth. And I'm warning you right now that the kids will use them, too.'
He looked toward the kitchen again. 'Well, I suppose I might as well take the plunge, and face them. You know, I'm even nervous about seeing the girl again.'
Elizabeth laughed. 'She's not nervous about you; Charlene is downright anxious to be with you again. She keeps talking about what a wonderful, big cock you have, how it fills up her pussy, how much she needs you to flick her some more.
Sherman's eyes locked with hers and he said, 'And you don't care if I screw the kid? You're not angry or jealous?'
'I'm only happy that you two love each other,' Elizabeth said softly, 'that you both can turn on and enjoy fucking. Oh Sherman, Sherman – there are so many ways, so many thrilling things to do. Come on, love; let's go join the rest of our passionate family.'
She led him into the kitchen, where the table was already set and steaks were simmering on the grill, where fresh salad and garlic bread perfumed the air. Letting go his hand, Elizabeth looked over at little Charlene, and the girl came gracefully toward them, moving lithely, beautifully. She drifted aside and gave Charlene room; the girl moved right up to Sherman and reached into his robe with one small hand to find and fondle his limp shaft.
Tiptoeing to press herself against him, head tilted back so she could stare up. into his face, Charlene said, 'I'm really glad you're here, sweet man. I've missed this crazy prick so much.'
Sherman turned red, and Elizabeth saw him struggling to regain his composure. He said, almost gruffly, 'Hey – er, Charlene. If you don't stop that, I'll never get to have dinner, and I'm pretty damned hungry.'
Laughing prettily, the girl moved back from him, releasing his cock and rubbing her fingertips together as if they had been singed. 'Okay, hut I'll make sure you get plenty to eat – during and after dinner, too.'
It might have been any happy family around the dinner table, Elizabeth thought, as she finished preparing the food, with Charlene helping ably. There was a slight undercurrent of tension, mainly between the boys and Sherman, but no more than would be normal if a father was a little teed off about something offbeat his sons had done that day. But no lectures, Elizabeth thought, sitting down to a sizzling steak and trimmings, no finger pointing and faultfinding. In fact, there was very little conversation at first, as everyone ate hungrily, and she smiled as she thought of the added strength flowing into the males, that rebuilding of enchanting power that she and Charlene could drain from them in a series of wondrous sexual encounters.
She glanced often at her husband, seeing again that he was really an attractive man, one that she now realized could also be sensuous, but Elizabeth couldn't help wondering how far he would go, if he would throw himself wholeheartedly into combinations and deviations that he might consider perverse. She thought he had accepted the fact that she was fucking and enjoying a pair of young, virile lovers; Sherman had even been stimulated by the Idea, rising to new heights of passion when they fucked on the bed that had once been only a torture rack to her.
But how did he feel about oral sex, and would It upset him when he saw his wife talking a boy's stiff and stroking prick into her mouth? Would he shudder when he realized that the pumping semen was purling hotly down her eager throat, or would he see that as a vital part of love? Elizabeth realized that she knew nothing at all about her own husband's sexual mores, other than that one brief glimpse of him when they had made it so terrifically, a few hours ago.
Jody was sipping coffee, and his eyes caught hen; the boy seemed to understand what she was thinking, to sense the edges of her worry. He said to Sherman, 'Mr. Anderson, you're really a lucky guy, to be married to such a beautiful, sexy woman. She has the most beautiful tits rye ever seen, and the most gorgeous pussy. I haven't been around all that much because I'm pretty young, but I'd bet there aren't many cunts with such deep, soft hair, and only a few that are so juicy and rich.'
Sherman's fork clattered on his plate, and he took a gulp of coffee to cover his confusion. Under the table, Elizabeth put her hand upon his knee. Sherman mumbled, 'Yeah; I'm – I guess I'm lucky.'
Charlene said, 'Does it bother you, to have another guy praise your wife's pussy? It doesn't shake my brothers any, when I tell them what a wonderful prick you have.'
Coughing, Sherman put down his coffee cup. 'I – look, kids; this is all too new for me, and not easy to digest. Charlene, when I saw you, it was as if an electric heater had been turned on inside my belly, and even though I knew damned well that I wasn't supposed to even be thinking such lecherous thoughts about a girl so young, I simply couldn't help myself. Then, when you made it so damned plain that you were not only available, but willing and eager to – to screw, I lost whatever vestiges of self control I might have had left. Laying you was fantastic, a wild dream come true, but afterward, I wanted to crawl off somewhere and hide. I think I know now bow a narcotics addict feels; that's how strong you are in my blood.'
'Hey,' the girl said softly, 'that's the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me.'
'But,' Sherman continued, 'it may take me awhile to handle all this. You boys – I thank you both for turning my frigid wife into a passionate woman. That's about all I can say, right now.'
'It's enough, darling,' Elizabeth said quietly, proudly. 'There's plenty of time for everything, including getting your ideas all sorted out. When I got started with the kids, I found it was better just to flow with whatever was happening, to let myself drift and accept. Maybe that will work for you, too. Now, if I can have a hand clearing off this table – '
She and Charlene shooed the guys out of the kitchen, and the girl was visibly excited as she helped gather dishes. 'Wasn't that far out, what he said about me? Your old man really turns me on, Betsy; I'm going to fuck him until his backbone melts and runs out of the head of his beautiful prick'
'Unless he's done it with the woman he's keeping,' Elizabeth said, 'Sherman has never been down on a woman, or had his cock eaten. That I know of, I mean. He might not go for it.'
'Sure he will,' Charlene answered promptly. 'I'll dig getting that big cockhead into my mouth and sucking it until he blows all his sweet juice down my throat.' She stopped talking and looked at Elizabeth. 'Or maybe it ought to be you that does it to him first? I mean, just to get him started. What do you think?'
Elizabeth said, 'I think we should just let It happen, dear. But I have been imagining you and me with him, working him over until he realizes what he's been missing, until he's more than willing to go along with anything and everything our sex community has to offer. Only, I fret a little about the boys being left out.
'Don't worry about them,' Charlene said. 'Jody and Timmy will understand, and they hail a real good screwing this afternoon, to carry them over for awhile. Remember how I stayed out of it, until they could get you going? It was okay with me, because I knew the rest of you were balling, and that sooner or later, I would also be part of it. You want me to talk to them and explain?'
'If you'd like,' Elizabeth answered, putting the final dishes into the washer and flipping the switch as she thought of her husband between this lovely, erotic girl and herself, of them teasing him to a point of fine torture, and overwhelming him with the most voluptuous sex he had ever experienced. They would teach him anything he didn't know, demonstrate to the man how fantastic truly shared and selflessly giving sex could be.
