me with my lips still enveloping his pulsating cock. As I continued to suck, I worked his trousers off while he undid the lounging pajamas which dropped from as if they weren't there, since they were made to be taken off.
Wit my lips still clutching Tom's prick, which seemed to get even bigger under my oral stimulation, we repositioned ourselves so that I was crouched on top of him facing his feet, with my open, steaming cunt dripping in his face.
'Smother me,' he said, and I obediently lowered my hips and let my cunt squish against his face while he began to eat me.
Tom's groin kept thrusting upward, causing his cock to strain the capacity of my mouth, the tip actually plunging into my throat he shoved so deeply. Meanwhile, I wiggled my ass for all I was worth, smearing my cuntlips against his ravenous mouth, his hot tongue stabbing my rigid clit.
Suddenly I felt an overwhelming urge to have him inside me, and leaving his cock standing straight up in the air, I sat up and moved forward. Lifting my body above his about a foot, I placed my hands on either side of my cunt, parting the lips, and slowly and tantalizingly brought it down over his prick, swallowing it entirely inside me as I sat on him.
'Just lay there and let me do all the work,' I said as I began undulating on top of him, fucking him as hard as I could. Just to drive him crazy I turned around with his cock still in me, the circular friction making him shudder in delight as I now faced him. I leaned over as I continued to rotate my hips, shooting my tongue into his mouth. I threw my arms around his neck as I could feel his cock swell to the bursting point, seeming to batter my cunt walls and crash into my womb.
I knew he was going to come as I embraced him with all my might and prepared for a shattering orgasm. Instantly I felt my insides bathed with a shower of scalding cum as his pounding cock spurted oceans of the sticky fluid. In the space of a few seconds, I felt one, two, three orgasms occur successively, the effects of each one building on top of the next one until I felt Ii was going to explode with pleasure.
Later, we lay side by side on the floor, exhausted from our fucking. Finally, after a long period of silence while we both caught our breath, and I bathed in the afterglow of my multiple orgasms, Tom propped himself up on an elbow, and said, 'Honeysuckle, I have another present for you.'
'Oh, what?' I said anxiously.
'Well,' he said, 'this is not the easiest thing to say, but I might as well come right out with it. I feel lousy about the way I've been treating you.'
Languishing in the afterglow of our fuck, I was willing to forgive and forget anything, saying, 'That's all right, darling, I know your job keeps you busy, and you're just trying to do the best you can for me.'
'No,' he insisted, 'that's the easy way to describe what's been going on. The fact is that I haven't done my best. I've ignored you for so long that I wonder why you haven't left me.'
'Don't be silly!' I said, shocked. What was he trying to get at? I wondered.
'Starting now,' he continued, 'I'm going to make it up to you.'
'You already have,' I sighed, parting my thighs and rubbing my cunt.
'No, seriously,' he said, 'I'm really going to make it up to you. How exciting can your life be with me working all the time, always coming home late. It seems like we hardly ever see each other any more. I feel like I owe you a little more excitement in life. My life is interesting with my job and all, but what about yours?'
He seemed so sincere with what he was saying, and I welcomed the attention so, that I didn't dare break the spell by mentioning that my life would be very interesting if he had kept his promise about a house and children. So I said nothing as he continued talking.
'Honeysuckle,' he said, 'I think it's time, well, it's time
Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe he was thinking the same things I was, and that he was going to suggest that we get started on our family, better late than never. 'Yes, Tom?' I responded with tingling anticipation.
'Well, darling,' he said earnestly, looking me straight in the eye, 'I think it's time we broadened our horizons to bring some excitement back into our lives. I've made friends with some people who are into something that seems like, if we tried it, would bring us closer together than ever.'
'What are you talking about?' 00:59 / 00:59ing more curious with each moment.
'Here goes,' he said, 'I know you're going to be surprised. These friends of mine are members of a group where the members get together once or twice a week and completely let their hair down, if you know what I mean.'
'No, I'm not sure I do,' I said, puzzled. 'You mean group therapy?'
'Well, sort of,' he said, 'but not with a shrink. It's a lot more intimate and honest than that.'
'I'm not sure I understand. What exactly do they do?' I asked.
'They make love,' he said simply.
'Make love!' I blurted out incredulously. 'Do you mean wife-swapping?'
He laughed uneasily and said, 'No, that's not what it is at all, that's just a lot of idiotic publicity a lot of uptight puritans have made about it. It's actually a form of communication, a kind of sensitivity training. The purpose of it is to actually bring husbands and wives closer together. Everyone I know who is involved with the group says they feel closer to their husbands and wives than they ever did, and that's what I want for us, to be even closer than we were when we first fell in love.'
'What's involved?' I asked suspiciously. Because I hadn't absolutely refused, he seemed heartened and his tone of voice became more confident. 'Well, like I said, they get together, maybe three or four couples, at someone's house for probably dinner and a few drinks. Then after a while everyone sits around talking, discussing their feelings, you know, their secret fantasies and desires, and so forth. Everyone is completely honest with each other, and everyone starts feeling closer and closer as the evening goes on. They start caring for each other as human beings to the point where they actually feel love for one another. Eventually, the most natural thing for them to do is to act out the way they feel by making love with each other.'
'You mean you'd be with someone else's wife?' I asked. 'And I'd be with some other man?'
'Just physically for a short time, but, actually, we'd be doing it for each other. As we became more sensitive to others, it's only natural that we'd become more sensitive to each other. My friends tell me that after an evening like the one I described, they can't wait to get home and get into the sack. How does that sound to you?'
'Most unusual,' I said, not being able to think of any other response.
'I know it's a big step for us,' he said, 'but I think it'll add a lot of happiness to our lives. Anyway, my surprise is that I've arranged for us to be introduced to the group tomorrow night. Isn't it exciting?'
I stood up and walked over to the couch and took a blanket off it and wrapped it around me, then sat down and lit a cigarette. 'To tell you the truth,' I said, 'it's a lot more scary than it is exciting. Are you sure this is what you want to do, Tom?'
'Very much,' he said, nodding his head.
I was very confused. I had no desire to make love to anyone else but Tom. My problem was not that I wanted to fuck another man, my problem was that I wanted to fuck the man I already had more than I had recently.
Still, there was a core of truth in what Tom had said in that it was apparent we had been drifting apart, and that the spark in our relationship had been fading for some time. Anything that might bring us closer together might be worth trying, even this. And I had to admit that the way Tom presented the group and its purpose sounded like it made some sense. Maybe my shock to it had just been that I had never thought about things in the way he'd presented them before. Also, I had tried to be a good wife and leave the final decisions to my husband, and he was so intent on his proposal that I didn't have the heart to start disagreeing with him now. Finally, I said, 'If you're sure it's what you want, Tom, I'm willing to try it.'
'Oh, thank you,' he said, coming over to me and kissing me. 'I can promise you, you won't be sorry.'
CHAPTER TEN
My vow of celibacy was easy to make, but living up to it was hard. My heart ached for love and my cunt screamed to have a cock inside it or a hot mouth licking it. I tried to ignore both urges, but frequently they were too much. As a compromise I bought a vibrator and masturbated with it when my craving for sex seemed ready to
