"I know," she nodded, toweling herself dry. "But I've never done anything like this before."
Felice Atkins had been reared in a convent, where she had been taught all about original sin. Like Susan's father, her own father had been very religious. Unlike Susan, she had been willing to experiment with every kind of sexual deviation once she and Benny had married. But after two years, she was finding sex a bit of a bore. It was the same old thing, no matter how they went about it.
For a while she had turned her attention to other, outside interests, such as charity work, but it didn't fill the ache between her thighs. Even so, group fucking had never occurred to her until Benjamin had come to her and suggested it as an alternative to what they were doing. And when she had agreed, he had suggested they take advantage of the invitation to go to the annual Cousin's Club get-together.
"You're certain you aren't doing this for business reasons?" she asked.
"Come on, Fel, you know me better than that," he snapped.
"I don't know you better than that, Benny. Buddy and his brother-in-law do a lot of contract work for your company. Maybe you're trying to keep the price down for their work by offering them your wife as a sacrificial cunt."
"You want to forget the whole thing?"
"Not a chance, Benny. You want to see your wife get fucked by a bunch of the family? Fine! You wait and see how I give it to them tonight. I'm going to give it in groups. I'll take on three cocks at a time."
"Fel, stop it."
"And what about Merton? Don't you buy elastic from his brother's firm?"
"Look, Fel, the whole idea was to put a little zing into our sex lives. I mean, I love you very much, and I know you love me, but neither one of us has been enjoying fucking lately; you especially. I'm willing to try anything, including a gang-bang once a year, if it'll make you happy with my cock for the rest of the year. If you don't want to try it, we just won't go."
"No," she sighed, letting the towel drop. "I'll try it."
Benny, still in his underwear, stared at his wife's lush body. The swells of hips and breasts suddenly made him hungry for her. He wasn't tired of her. He would never be. But he knew she was the one looking for new sexual ideas. The sweet, naturalness of her full, pouting cunt had always affected him, and close as she was standing now, it was getting to him again. He knew she wouldn't be as thrilled as he, but he had to fuck her one more time, while she was freshly bathed, before any of the others fucked her.
"I want to fuck you, now," he said hoarsely.
"Why not?" she shrugged, her full breasts bobbing with the movement of her shoulders.
Wrapping his arms around her full hips, he pulled her to him as he sat on the bed and began kissing her belly. She wrapped her arms around his head and held his flushed face against her skin.
Felice had a luscious cunt. It was unbelievably beautiful the way her outer cuntlips swelled. He opened the luscious lips with his fingers.
Felice was still pleased to know she could excite Benny so readily. She stared straight down at him now, and when his face pulled away from her body, she could see he was barely breathing. His eyes were half shut, and nothing seemed to matter to him at that moment but the blonde beaver between her thighs.
To Benny, her sweet cunt was perfection. The soft golden hairs surrounding her pussy were finer than the texture of woven silk. The fullness of her swollen cuntlips beckoned him to part them.
He reached out and spread the soft, mucous lined cuntlips, staring at the pink meat inside. Staring more closely at the precious pouting pussy, he drooled as his fingers parted the lips of her pussy. The outer lips had a silken softness about them, and the inner flaps were like soft, moist, satin cushions.
Her clitoris was already enlarging. Filled with sensitive nerve-endings, her clit extended.
He ached to lap at the tiny, cock-like erection.
He stared now at the rich interior beyond her leaking slit. It was a rich red, and staring at it made him hungry to plunge his twitching cock into it. If only she could still feel about him as he did about her. He wished she could understand how much she meant to him.
He released her body for a moment and stood to remove his clothes. As he took them off and stared at her, his eyes wandered up to her full, round breasts. He loved the way her waist narrowed, and the slight swell of her belly made him hungry for her.
Felice wished she could experience the old thrills, the old pleasures. There was a time when Benny's hunger for her, shown in his stiff cock standing away from his body, caused electric tingles to run up and down her spine. Now she didn't care. Even so, her sopping pussylips seemed to twitch as cuntjuice began seeping down her thighs.
"God, Fel, you're so beautiful. Your body is so terrific. I just wish the hell I could keep it all to myself. But then things wouldn't change. Please believe me, what I'm doing is something good for both of us."
"I guess I believe you, Benny," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair. "It's just that the idea is so different."
Hungrily, Benny reached for her. An overpowering hunger for her lovely cunt took possession of him. He had to kiss that sweet snatch, and lick the syrup flowing from inside her. His mouth was guided directly to her fur-encircled cuntlips, his hands encircling her thighs and pressing her firm buttocks. Benny had no control over himself. If he didn't drink Felice's cuntjuice he would go insane.
"Fel," he whispered, his face pressed against her leaking pussy, "let me taste it. Let me eat your pussy. Let me tongue it."
Felice was enjoying the way he begged for it. She was saving her pussy for the party, she'd just baffled, and she wanted none of Benny's semen nor his saliva in her cunt.
Going to the Cousin's Club had been Benny's idea. Well, she was going to show him just bow well she could be fucked by other men. She didn't give a single damn how many of the female cousins he eventually fucked. But she knew he would care how many men fucked her, especially after she denied him the same privilege.
Once, she'd never have dreamed of refusing him. But now, let him beg, let him whimper.
She was getting a strange, almost sadistic thrill, watching him plead. She moved her sopping snatch away from his yearning lips.
In a soft, seductive voice, she said, "Sit on the bed, Benny. Let me look at that hard cock of yours."
"Sure, honey," he replied. "Anything, but just me suck your cunt."
Moving closer, she said, "Not my pussy, Benny. I want you to suck my asshole."
To Benny, Felice's asshole suddenly became the most important part of her anatomy. He wanted to taste it.
She knelt on the bed with her ass sticking up in the air. Turning her head to look back at her husband, who was already kneeling on the floor, she murmured, "Do it, Benny. Lick it!"
Her asscheeks quivered in anticipation of his spearing tongue. Felice reached back with both hands and parted the buttocks, revealing the asshole to him.
"So beautiful," he murmured. His lips pressed against the crevice between her rounded cheeks. And the vibration of his words seemed to penetrate into Felice's rectum, and for the first time in a long time she became excited.
And then his tongue stabbed against the tight little hole. She wriggled, feeling his nose rub between the two cheeks.
"Lick it, Benny!" she screamed, feeling his tongue lap heavily against her anus.
Breathing heavily, Benny licked the tight little asshole. Felice went wild. Benny had licked between her asscheeks before, but never had he concentrated on just her asshole.
Benny's tongue licked up and down, washing the crevice completely. His spittle flooded her rectum and dipped toward her twitching cunt.
"Inside," she squealed. "Put that tongue inside my ass!"