Phyllis Fields unlocked the front door. Mike followed behind her, carrying their luggage.
"My, the living room's a mess!" she said. "The twins have been watching movies!"
Mike dropped the bags. He went immediately to the kitchen and mixed a couple of drinks. It had been a long, hard drive home.
Phyllis was looking idly through the film reels.
"It's a shame the traffic was so heavy," Mike said. "We could have seen the play."
"Yes," Phyllis said. "That would have been nice."
"Want to try to catch the last hour?"
"I don't think so, dear. Since we aren't even expected back, it might throw the twins terribly to see us suddenly show up. I'd rather not run the risk."
"What films are these?" Mike Fields asked. "They aren't labeled."
"Maybe some of Bobbi's."
"I don't think so. Bobbi hasn't had any occasions to take movies lately. I got it! The reel of the beach, our vacation pictures, remember? Remember those college girls in bikinis?"
Phyllis laughed and took a gulp of her drink. "You're so horny all the time, darling."
Mike put his drink down and crossed the room. He put his arms around her and hugged her tightly to him. He was a muscular, strong man, and his embrace always made Phyllis's knees go weak. Fourteen years of marriage had seemed only to increase their physical need for one another. They were one of the best-looking married couples in the community, and they knew it. It amused them at times when members of the opposite sex flirted with one or the other of them. And yet, even though they both pretended that they'd never be interested in experimenting with extra-marital relationships, they each had a secret longing to try it once.
"I'm especially horny when I've been sitting on a hot car seat all day," he said, running his hand up under her skirt and shoving his fingers into her crotch. "You feel pretty warm down there yourself."
Her crotch almost collapsed on his hand. Her legs were turning to rubber. They hadn't fucked for three nights, because of her fathers sudden turn for the better and their decision to cut their trip short, and they were ready now to have a good, long, slow one.
Mike Fields began to strip. He was out of his coat, his shirt and trousers before Phyllis got her shoes off.
"Let me help you," he said, walking up behind his wife and unbuttoning her blouse. His hands reached around and cupped the lovely breasts, always such a wonderful handful each. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and found them hard already. Yes, she was set to go! Phyllis didn't wear bras any more often than she had to. When she knew she'd be spending the evening alone with her husband, she never wore them. And sometimes she skipped the panties too.
He unzipped the side of her skirt and let the material drop to the floor. Her panties were black and sheer, and the nylon crotch was wet when he touched it. It also throbbed.
She sighed and leaned her head back against his chest.
"I wonder how our angels did in the show tonight?"
"Will you stop worrying? Whatever Bobbi and Teddy decide to do, they always go about it like real pros!"
She reached back and grabbed the huge bulge in the front of his jockey shorts.
"You didn't take your underwear off," she murmured.
"I'll let you do that, sweetheart. I know you like to strip me as much as I like to strip you!"
“Good god," she said. "Gant I have any secrets?" He laughed and shoved her down on the sofa. He began to kiss and suck on her breasts. She felt her pussy turn to fire!
"Owwwww, darling,! What are you doing to me?"
She looped her fingers under the tops of his shorts and pulled them down over his ass. He let her take them all the way off. Then, while he trailed his mouth down her belly, he slipped her black nylon panties down and over her smooth, white thighs.
"Ummmmmm, " he murmured, burying his mouth and nose in her crotch. "You sure got a hot box tonight, lady."
"Owwww, darling, maybe you'd better fuck me now!"
"Hey!"
"What?"
"Let's put those beach pictures on. I can girl-watch and you can boy-watch while we're fucking!"
Mike always had novels things to suggest when they made love. It was one of the things that made their marriage so exciting.
"Anything you want, darling."
He quickly got up-and turned off the lights in the room. The reel on the projector had been rewound and was ready to roll. He switched on the machine and crawled over his wife. The first flickers of the lead-in were flashing across their bodies when he inserted the head of his large cock between the throbbing lips of her vagina. Slowly, he sank home.
"Look, the picture's coming on," Phyllis said.
"It's our living room," Mike said. "Our bearskin rug! What the hell, "
"Bobbi must have had a party. Let's see." He watched with her, sawing in and out of her pussy lazily.
A beautiful brunette woman with large breasts walked to the center of the room. She was completely nude, and she reclined on the bearskin, her thighs parted and her dark pussy opened up in heat. The camera was hand-held and it occasionally zoomed in for closeups of the most private parts of her body.
"I don't know who's been using our house!" Phyllis cried. "Bobbi certainly doesn't film nudes!"
"Hush!" her husband said. "This is a sound film. Let's see if we can hear anything?"
"I, I could swear that's Margaret Webster, Mike. Bobbi's phys ed teacher. The woman who's directing their show!"
"Hush!"
Just then a man walked onto the scene also nude. He stood directly over the woman's face, straddling her.
"Oh My God!" Mike Fields shouted. "That's Coach Orlando! Shit, I'd know him anyplace!"
Phyllis was staring, thunderstruck, at the man's cock and body. In her confusion and outrage, she still saw that he was a powerfully attractive piece of male beef.
"That's Coach Orlando?"
"Hush!"
The man was standing, looking down, pulling on his cock. It grew to an awesome size, and then he squatted over the woman's face, shoved his balls against her nose, and said, "Lick 'em!"
After she did this for several seconds, he moved down and shoved his asshole over her mouth. "Lick the hole!" his voice said from the speaker next to the portable movie screen.
To Phyllis's and Mike's utter amazement, the woman did what she was told to do.
"I don't believe this!" Mike said. His cock gave a twitch inside his wife's cunt. She made no move for fear he'd pull out of her, and although she pretended outrage at what she was seeing, she wanted to feel him inside her while she watched.
The man bent down and started to kiss the woman's breasts, then her stomach, and then he buried his face in her crotch. She wrapped her legs around him.
"Holy shit!" Mike gasped. Phyllis was breathing hard.
Then the watching couple saw something that made then gasp!
Their son Teddy walked into the scene, completely naked, and with an erection! Neither parent had ever seen him in this condition before.
The blond boy straddled the woman's head just the way the man had, squatted down, and placed his erect cock into her mouth!
The parents were too shocked to speak. Their eyes were riveted to the screen, their bodies, still locked, perfectly still. The woman continued to suck their son for several minutes, and then he looked in the direction of the person making the film.
"What kind of movie star would I make?" he asked, smiling.
Bobbi's voice came back on the soundtrack.
"Terrific. All three of you would!"
There was another exchange of dialogue that was on the same general level. The man in the picture stopped eating the woman's pussy, looked at Teddy, and said, "You're a lucky little bastard. She's got the hottest mouth in this whole state."
And Teddy replied, "I know. I've already had it."
Mike's reaction to what he heard almost made him pull his cock out of Phyllis's pussy.
"That little shit! Wait till I get my hands on him!"
Then there was a disgusting few minutes while the man fucked the woman brutally. She had an audible orgasm, and the man turned to the camera. "Come over here, "