She remained awhile in the kitchen, busying herself with minor chores and giving Charlene time to make the arrangements. Beneath her loose robe, Elizabeth could feel the arousal of her body, the sweet ache of her swelling breasts and hardening nipples, the tremulous sensation deep within the sultry channel of her pussy. She had never yearned for Sherman before, never felt this tingle of delighted anticipation when she thought of his large and throbbing prick. She could not help but wonder if her husband's mistress felt the same emotions, or if the woman was simply putting up with Sherman, for the sake of his support.
Being his legal wife had made Elizabeth no different, she realized; she had also merely put up with a man, in order to have things he could furnish her, things which included the respectability of marriage. She shook her head and decided that she would very much like to meet Sherman's girlfriend.
Charlene skipped to her and caught her hand. ''The kids are going off to a movie, and they'll have hamburgers after. Sherman gave them the bread and drew a map, showing where the flick is. I told you they'd understand, Betsy; they just said to have fun. And your old man – he doesn't know what's coming down, but maybe he has a little idea. Anyhow, he's not running away.'
'Good enough,' Elizabeth said, and walked with the girl into the living room where their mutual lover waited for them, and Charlene whispered, 'Just let it happen.'
Sherman sat on the couch with a drink in his hand, and Elizabeth smiled to see that he still needed courage from outside himself, and loved him for that touch of timidity.
The lights were soft and golden, blending with the slow, primitive rhythm from the tape deck in the background. In the center of the room, Charlene paused and slowly undid the too big dressing gown, posing hipshot as the robe drifted down from her sleek young body and puddled at her feet Light played upon her small, tidy breasts, upon the glistening nipples pink and pert, and when the girl changed postures, spilled down the flat, smooth belly to highlight the wisping of dark red pubic hair.
Elizabeth saw her husband staring entranced at the lovely nude figure, and waited until Sherman's glance finally moved away before calling attention to herself. Unbelting the robe, she ripped it away and flung it heedlessly aside, letting the warm air wash over her prickling skin and feeling the urgent lifting of her nipples. Feet slightly apart, she slid her hands down over her plush hips, and her husband's eyes followed the flowing movements.
Thrusting her pelvis forward, she moved it in a tantalizing circle, her fingertips playing into the luxurious black pubic hair, touching the excited labia, and Sherman watched raptly.
She said to him, 'You have both of us, darling – and we have you.'
He finished his drink and placed the glass haphazardly upon a table beside the couch, his eyes now darting feverishly back and forth between the naked and beckoning bodies, a kid in a candy store, but with an important difference. Sherman didn't have to limit himself to choose between two appealing morsels; he could let his appetites run riot, and gorge his greediest desires.
Charlene took a sliding, graceful step toward the man, then another, her sleek body undulating sensuously, the heated aura of her sensuality reaching out to him. Acting in concert, they loosened his robe and drew the sleeves down his furry arms, exposing his body and the risen magnificence of his thickened shaft.
Reaching for his hand, Charlene tugged him off the couch, and Elizabeth pushed him gently to the carpet. 'So we'll have plenty of room, darling.'
They slid down beside him, arms crossing over his broad and hairy chest, lips nuzzling his throat, his chin, along his cheeks. Elizabeth pushed her heavy breasts into him, pressed her abundantly thatched mound against his thigh, and used one hand to explore the distended bag of his testicles. Her fingers met Charlene's there, and together they caressed the veined staff of his cock, wandered in turn across the pulsing head, so velvety and already leaking at the narrow slit.
The girl had her mouth locked to Sherman's, so Elizabeth slipped her tongue into her husband's ear, and felt the lurching of his body in frenzied response, felt the leaping of his hard prick in her fingers. His chest was heaving, and Charlene seemed intent upon drinking his breath while the little darting tongue ran rampant inside his mouth, so Elizabeth rubbed her breasts down his ribcage and trailed them with her lips.
Sherman was squirming now, his pelvis making short and eager bumps that waved his solid shaft in the air. Elizabeth kept moving, kissing down his muscled thigh before drifting her mouth across her husband's groin, her tongue exploring wet and hot over his hairy skin. When she reach his belly button, Sherman's belly was heaving, and she could feel trembles wracking his flesh.
Driving her tongue violently into his navel, she twisted it deeply there while he gasped and clung tightly to the other girl in his arms. Elizabeth slid her body over to get between his legs, using both hands to spread his thighs wider. The dark brown and curling brush so luxuriant in his crotch intrigued her, and she toyed with it, teasing his now swollen balls and stroking his inner thighs in a manner calculated to bring him to the height of arousal.
Blowing her warm breath upon the velvety head of his engorged prick, Elizabeth slowly lowered her lips and touched them to the tremulous tip, where a sticky leakage clung clear. Using her tongue, she drew the droplet into her mouth and knew the flavor of her husband's inner juices, tasted them strong and musky and somehow sweet. Tantalizingly, she ran her tongue around that bulging knob, drawing it underneath, where the little clump of scar tissue was amazingly soft
Somewhere above her, Charlene murmured, 'She's going down on you, Sherman; Betsy is just about to take your cock in her mouth and love it. Here, baby – feel my tongue in your mouth, while hers is playing across your prick.'
Opening her lips, Elizabeth brought them down and fitted them ovej the pulsing knob, feeling the spongy – hard shape slide across her tongue and over the roof of her mouth. She caressed it gently, pulling it deep, laying it with a hungry tongue, sucking upon it as if it were a strangely formed lollipop. She knew how to please him now; she was experienced in eating pricks, since she had fed upon two others before this one, and Elizabeth used all her newly acquired knowledge upon her husband's cockhead.
Looking up the length of his body, she watched his belly quiver, and saw his chest pumping up and down in excitement His thighs came slowly together, pinning her head between them, and Elizabeth's hands fondled his balls, his legs, his belly and the think stem of his prick. She saw Charlene's tiny fingers playing with Sherman's stubby nipples, and the girl's pink tongue flicking in and out of his mouth.
Sherman had one big hand cupped around Charlene's dainty ass, and the other toyed with her small, apple- firm breasts as the girl curled eagerly to the side of his now arching body. Elizabeth raced her tongue even more fervently around his enlarged glans, and began to bob her suctioning mouth up and down upon his shaft in a slow, sensuous rhythm. He was lifting his crotch and letting it fall, the muscles of his hairy thighs tensing and relaxing around her head as she ate hungrily of his big prick.
She could hear her husband moaning in rapture, and feel the heavier thrusting of his cockhead as she took it against the adoring velvet goblet of her throat, as her satiny inner cheeks dipped in and out and her active tongue curled avidly over and around the quivering glans. His entire shaft trembled, and she sensed the onrush of semen that was hissing up from her husband's contracting balls. Elizabeth pulled greedily upon the flexing cockhead, and was quickly rewarded by the thunderous torrent of hotly bubbling come that jetted from it. It was a creamy, rich geyser that bathed her cheeks and flooded her tongue with its syrupy goodness, fountaining its heavy juices throughout her gobbling mouth and streaming oyster like down her thirsty throat.
She drew upon the slippery knob, tickled it with her tongue, and swallowed the milky honey, draining it down into her stomach as she siphoned for more. The flow tapered off, slowed to a dribble of semen, but still Elizabeth sucked upon the adorable head, pumping the final wetness from him, relishing every droplet of the deliciously thrilling stuff.
There, she thought; she had at last sucked her own husband's prick and taken his semen into her throat. She had finally brought Sherman to such a peak of ecstasy that he was still shuddering and jerking in uncontrollable spasms of sensual delight Drawing her tongue slowly up the length of his yet stiff shaft, Elizabeth took her mouth from around the nearly dry cockhead, and sighed.
Charlene was still wiggling against him, still nibbling Sherman's lips and teasing his chest with flying fingers, but when the girl sensed that Elizabeth had finished, she turned her face to smile. 'Real kinky,' she whispered, 'for me to tongue him while you were eating his cock. He went wild there for a few seconds, so you must have really given him some terrific head, Betsy.'
'I did my best,' Elizabeth murmured. 'And he's still hard. Do you have any suggestions?'
Sherman stirred languidly, his eyes closed, his breath slowing by degrees. Charlene sat up and said, 'Damned
