Remembering her little secret thrill, she tightened her thighs together then, massaging their supple resilience rhythmically against one another to squeeze the pink hair-lined lips of her cuntal crevice together and massage pleasurably the tiny bud of her quiveringly erect clitoris. Almost immediately great swirls of familiar heat began to pressure her in the seething fury of her naked loins and belly. She felt her desire-swollen breasts swaying erotically beneath her in time to her every slaving movement. Below her, the muscles of her husband's belly began to tauten like steel bands as he arched his hips up off the carpet to push his pounding cock-flesh even further into the sucking cavern of her wetly enveloping throat. Eddie began to moan then as if in great pain, the signal for her that he was almost there and she set herself determinedly, fervidly straining her slim girlish thighs and cuntal muscles to join him in the ultimate moment of his sweet climax. She knew that just one taste would be all she needed. One pungent drop of his hot sweet cum and her own belly would explode in rapturous ecstasy!
Suddenly he groaned and then gasped hoarsely, "Shove it down there, baby! All the way, you sweet cock-sucker, all the way! It's cumming, honey… it's… Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
With a shuddering chill of passion that rocked through both of them, the voluptuously working brunette sucked with savage fury until every last thick drop of his viscous load was swallowed deep inside her. Wildly she sucked as he emptied his semen-filled balls far back into her wetly clasping throat and once she nearly gagged on the torrent of rich hot wetness but still she managed to gulp it all down. And when he had moaned his last and given his final signaling shudder, she gently licked him clean and lay down across his still-quivering belly, a crooked smile of peaceful ecstasy across her cum-moistened lips.
Eddie Mangum looked down at his naked tan wife and sighed under his breath. God, she was something, all right. Why, half the men in this country would trade their own wives and half their fortunes for a woman like her. And he was appreciative, no question about that. But sometimes… well, sometimes at those special quiet moments like this one, after the gasping, choking frenzy of their mutual lust and passion, he would think quietly to himself. Think about the times in California, the swapping and the wild parties. And it was times like this when he worried about Dottie. She was a nympho at heart and they both knew that. She had her own special kind of frenzied passions and needs locked inside her and sometimes she was just too much for one man – any man – to handle. That was why he missed California… Dottie was always satisfied out there and if for some reason – too much work or a touch of the flu – he wasn't able to take care of this insatiable desires of hers, well, someone else would. And then, of course, he would get his turn with the other man's wife. That was part of the game and that way nobody got hurt.
But here it was different. Here there was only him… unless Dottie looked elsewhere on her own and he knew she wouldn't do that. Yes, he worried… she was like a leopard that someone had made a house pet of. Sweet and purring and loving, but one day… all that animal savagery and frenzied passion might spill over and… no, he didn't want to think of it. Not now. He knew what Dottie would want in a minute when she got her breath back and it wouldn't do to have his mind on something else!
CHAPTER THREE
Peggy Davis finished bathing and rinsing her new short-haired Doberman pinscher alone after Dottie hurried home to meet her husband. The lonely blonde felt that familiar pain in her heart when she saw Eddie pull up in front of their mobile home, his face all smiles and his eyes filled with love for his wife. It was at times like these that Peggy knew the heartache of being a serviceman's wife. Being alone for months on end without her man. Without any man! Oh stop that, she cursed to herself, damn it Peggy you have to get a grip on yourself and stop thinking so much about it. It's hard on any woman going so long without… well… I just have to stop thinking about it, that's all! Bob's going through enough without having to worry about his wife too!
She recalled the anecdote he had told her just before he left, the old Navy line about how "every sailor comes home with the hope he won't find his wife just as he left her… freshly fucked!" It was a terribly crude way of putting it but she knew those poor men and boys thought about it a lot when they were away for months on end. But then she remembered what some of the other girls had told her about the famous Mediterranean liberty ports – Palma de Mallorca with all its Scandinavian tourist girls down for a good time, Naples with all those big-breasted Italian women – and she'd seen enough Italian movies to know what they were like! Oh stop it, you can't keep thinking like this!
"C'mon, Hero, let's go inside, baby," she whispered softly as if he could understand. "You'll just have to keep me company for a couple more months until Bob gets home. You will do it, won't you big boy? Peggy's strong handsome Hero… let's go in and I'll dry you with a towel and see about some food for you!"
She took a large fluffy bath towel from the hallway linen cupboard and wrapped it around the muscular animal and began to stroke him lovingly beneath the heavy cloth until his fur was completely dry. As she rubbed him tenderly, the big black dog looked directly at her with those dark sensitive eyes of his and she could just feel her insides melt from the unashamed love and affection he exhibited so openly there. He wasn't like a human, he didn't keep it hidden from view. No, he was open and proud of his love for her and it made her feel warm all over to see that he had fallen for her as easily as she had for him. It was frightening… unreal somehow, that look in his eyes. Those deep dark pools seemed to hold all the secrets of the world, all the love, all the hate… she laughed at herself for feeling so foolishly melodramatic, but he was almost human. No, he wasn't… he was more than human, he was a spirit trapped in an animal's body!
"Oh, Hero, I have to stop letting my mind wander," Peggy said to him softly and he cocked his big animal head and gazed at her like he comprehended every word. "You're just a big lovable dog and no more. But you're mine now and we have each other even if there's nothing else for us right now." She was thinking of the hurt they shared – he without his master and mistress, though he probably could not understand that it was a permanent separation yet. That would come in time. And herself without her man. The pretty blonde shivered and felt a bit of moistness in her eyes. Hero, I guess I really am the lucky one. At least my Bob is coming back… you will have to carry your hurtful loss around the rest of your life.
Suddenly she felt very close to him and she hugged him tenderly about his furry neck and he seemed to understand because he licked her wetly on the cheek and his tiny stub-tail began to wag frantically and soon his whole sinewy body was quivering and prancing around. "Okay, my handsome man, I'll stop being so melancholy and we'll concentrate on having a good time. Neither of us needs to be reminded of our sorrows right now, do we?"
Hero looked at her understandingly and his animal thoughts ranged back over his short life until he remembered another moment such as this… the day his real mistress brought him home from the place where he had been born and weaned. She was much like this human, that mistress of his, young and vibrant and always saying soft loving human words that sounded so pleasing to his ears. She had loved him too and he loved her in return with that special kind of permanent devotion known only to animals and not to humans.