Later, Andy lit a cigarette and poured himself a jolt of whiskey over ice.
Andy lay back on the bed, sipping his drink, blowing smoke rings, glancing occasionally at the porno flick on the TV screen. Greta put her head in Andy's lap and began to lick at the softened, cum-sticky flesh of his well-fucked prick.
He had spilled a shitload of jism up her pussy, and she had collapsed screaming under him as he flopped, exhausted, atop her, but here she was, wet-mouthed and hot-tongued. He was starting to get hard all over again.
Her tongue moved up and down his cock, making his meat tingle. She slipped his cockknob into her mouth for some sucking, always relaxing it just as he began to stiffen noticeably, always returning to the provocative action of her wet tongue up and down his re-growing prick as she built him up slowly, tantalizingly. He stroked her head as he mouthed his cock.
He'd known Greta for years, had been fucking her off and on ever since high school. Maybe he should have married Greta.
Couldn't have been any worse than his first wife, Rosemary, who had spread her legs for every cock in three counties. The only big difference was, he'd known beforehand that Greta was a slut. He hadn't found out about Rosie until well after they had tied the knot.
After divorcing Rosie, he'd set himself a goal. He wanted a wife, but she had to be classy and a lady and preferably at least ten years younger than he. She had to be pretty – in fact, he wanted her gorgeous, because his contracting business was doing spectacularly, and a man with his money and position needed a beautiful wife.
So he found Emily. She was twenty-three to his thirty-five. She was a fucking knockout, looks-wise. Sorority president in college, homecoming queen – cool, classy. She was everything he had dreamed of finding.
So he'd married her, anticipating the sweet hot progress of opening her up sexually, of teaching her to love fucking just as much as he did. And what he had, after two years of marriage, was a wife who looked like a centerfold and fucked like a piece of raw liver.
Greta was still licking his prick and he knew he'd be hard enough for another round in a very few more minutes. He patted her fuzzy blonde hair, all tousled from the bed. Her tongue slid liquidly up and down his stiffening cock.
Emily refused to put her mouth anywhere near his prick. She said it was disgusting. If he tried to lick her pussy, she just crossed her legs and stared at him like he was some kind, of pervert.
Once in a while she allowed him to fuck her, but while it was happening she lay under him, hardly moving, her body an uninvolved dump for his cum. The last time, he'd had the sudden, horrifying fear that she had died beneath him and he was sticking his cock in and out of a corpse.
That was when he'd looked up Greta and started meeting her here at the Blue Dreams.
And the worst of it, for Chrissake, was that he was absolutely crazy about Emily! He loved being around her!
There was a magnetism about his wife that always made his cock paint straight at Emily. His nuts ached, just being in the same room with her. Even now, he could taste the sweat on her thighs, her tits.
Greta was a dynamite fuck, sure, but he'd have booted her ass out the door in a second for just the prospect of feeling Emily's velvety lips rubbing softly up and down his prick, the way Greta's hot mouth was doing right now. He would give anything for the chance of feeling Emily's cunt explode around his cock the way Greta had blasted off three or four times while he was cocking her pussy.
He shook his head again. The fantasy, even, of a sexually aroused Emily had turned his cock into a stiff rod of lust. He pulled Greta's head up, until her lips were just above the swollen tip of his cock.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling the way they always did when she got a look at a stiff prick, and she made a round mouth at his prick, her tongue wiggling in the opening.
He sucked in his breath and pushed his cock upward, into her eager willing mouth. She eased her face down, far enough to get him inside, but she left it up to him, and he fucked up into her mouth in short, hot strokes.
As she sucked his prick, he looked at the TV. He'd seen this one before. Nerd dude with cute sweet wife. He's dying to ram his cock up her snug pink whole, but she's having none of that shit. So he hires a couple of totally whacked out weirdos who break her in for him. They double-fuck her, cocking her ass and her pussy at the same time, just getting the cute bitch trained. And of course she loves it.
Andy looked at the screen, almost envious as he watched the girl moaning in delight, with one prick stuffed up her shithole and the other pounding her pussy, the husband standing by with a hard-on and a shit-eating grin.
"Now that's what I need," he told Greta, pointing at the screen with his thumb.
"Mmmm," she said, letting go for a moment, "I think I could use it a little more than you, Andy. What on earth would you ever do with three guys with stiff cocks?"
She put his cock back in her mouth and eased his ass onto the bed so she could really get at him. Her hand stroked his chest, other hand cupping his balls, and she used her mouth on his prick, deep-throating him again and again.
She ate right down to the balls, and as her mouth rolled around him, it felt to Andy as if she had his balls in her mouth too. She gave one super hot blowjob. He knew that this time around, his cum was gonna shoot down her throat. She always said she could live on cum. She raised her head, sucking as she lifted, and she spent a while working her lips back and forth over the swollen cock knob. She worked him in and out of her mouth, her tongue fast and busy as her head bobbed.
He moaned and writhed, clutching at the headboard while she treated him to the sweetness of her aroused mouth. Then she released him, and she started to kiss and lick his cock again, up and down, all the way to the balls.
"It's what Emily needs, I mean," he corrected himself, as she started to polish his cockknob with her hot tongue.
He wanted to feel his cock inside her pussy again. He wanted to experience the hot grind of her pussy, and he wanted it right away.
He grabbed her by the tits and pulled her upward, onto him. She mounted Andy, spreading her legs as she came upward, and her pussy just seemed to gobble the shaft of his cock the moment it brushed up against her wet warm cunt.
She began to fuck, rising and falling on his cock, the ripple of her muscles milking his excited shaft.
"Why don't you do it?" Greta panted, riding him harder, making his cock feel just how juicy her pussy had become for him. "Get somebody to break her in?"
"It's against the law," he said.
"That never stopped anybody." She giggled. "I'm serious, baby. Anything to do with fucking and I get dead serious. You know that."
She made a purring sound, and she did a rock 'n' roll under him that reminded him just how serious she really was about fucking.
"Mmmm!" she gurgled. "Your cock feels so good inside me, Andy, but I wanna eat your cum this time, wanna feel all that sweet sticky stuff pouring down my throat! How about you fingerfuck my hot wet pussy and make me come real big, while I blow your nuts off with my warm wet mouth?"
She didn't have to ask twice. He took his cock out of Greta's pussy, and she lay down beside him, her legs open for his fingers, and she slid her mouth down over the cock once again.
He slipped his fingers up her pussy, felt the responsive twitch of her muscles, and he began to fuck them in and out of her, pulling one wet digit out from time to time to give her clit a massage.
Her lips pulled hotly at his tool, sucking the way a baby calf pulls at the udder and with the same milky goal in mind.
"How would you set up something like that?" he wondered idly, his hips pumping as he grew more and more aroused by her tongue and lips.