She and Mandy had switched husbands. Candy tried to say all that and more, but she failed. The words were jumbled up in her throat.
She cried out in pleasure as his prick erupted inside her. The entire length of her cunt convulsed with the power of her orgasm. The ripples clutched and clawed at his buried cock. She tried to squeeze every single last drop of jism from the man's balls.
"Ummm, ohhhh!" she moaned. Her hips were still free. She twisted from side to side, stirring the prick around in her cunt. This motion heightened the sensation for her. But all too soon, his prick went limp and flowed out of her well fucked pussy.
Candy hung there in the middle of the room, her cunt and asshole both burning from the men's pricks. She had been fucked by two experts. Never again would she ever say anything nasty about Stan or the way he fucked. He had just never been turned on by her.
She couldn't understand that. She had a good body, a damned attractive one, and certainly it wasn't that much different from Mandy's. After all, they were twins. They could pass for one another without that much effort. The two men apparently thought she was Mandy.
Candy looked up, tossed her head to get a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes, then asked, "What now?"
"We'll think of something," Stan assured her.
"Could you cut me down? My hands are about ready to fall off."
"Sure, Candy," said Charlie, moving in front of her.
The blonde's eyes locked with Charlie's. A cold fist clutched at her belly and she felt a little sick. She said weakly, "Candy?"
"Sure, Candy. Both of us knew what you and Mandy did to us. This is our way of paying you back."
CHAPTER TEN
"You know?" she asked, her voice almost at the breaking point.
Candy sat down heavily on the sofa. A strand of the rope from her ankle trailed behind her as a reminder of what the men had done to her while she had been tied up. It seemed like some sort of a dream. But not a bad dream. She had enjoyed the feelings of being helpless and at their mercy. Candy couldn't understand it and now she had even more to become confused aver…
They knew!
"Sure, Candy," said Stan. "Look, you two must think Charlie and I are stupid or something. We're not. We know our own wives. That first night I knew. I called Charlie and we got to comparing notes."
"But how?"
"How?" laughed Charlie. "When you as Mandy wanted to go to the disco, I knew something was wrong. She hates the music, she hates the people, hell, she hates the idea of even going outside these four walls. She's a real stay-at-home. You dragged me out. That's when I knew."
"Not when we made it in the women's restroom?" teased Candy, regaining some of her composure. She wanted to make Charlie as uncomfortable as possible so she could get off the defensive.
He only laughed at her. "Before then. Under the table toe-fucking isn't the sort of thing Mandy would want to do. And she'd never, and I mean never, wear a pair of crotchless panties."
"About the same when I went to bed with Mandy," said Stan. "You would have been badgering me to fuck, fuck. She was apprehensive about it. I knew then what had happened. I have to admit fucking her was sort of nice and laid back. None of the frantic fucking you like so much."
"You two aren't mad at us, are you?"
"Hardly," said Stan. "I guess we both learned something out of this. You girls aren't quite happy or you wouldn't have wanted to swap husbands. Maybe we should pay a little more attention to what you want. Hell, it doesn't hurt me any to screw the pants off you once or twice a week – as long as you don't demand it the other nights. I work damned hard and I am sleepy when I go to bed."
"I know now what I can expect from you," Candy murmured, remembering the wonderful fucking Stan had given her. It had been everything she could have asked for and a hell of a lot more.
"That's nice for you two, but it still leaves Mandy and me in a jam. Unless she wants to suck me off a couple times a night, there's not much way we can moderate my overwhelming desire to fuck."
As Charlie said it, all three looked at each other. Slowly they grinned and finally laughed. The answer to the problem was so simple. Candy and Mandy had almost got it by themselves, but they had neglected to tell Stan and Charlie. If they worked this right, they could all get exactly what they wanted.
"You're thinking what I am, aren't you, guys?" asked Candy. "Why don't we chuck this monogamy shit and get it on as a four-way fuck fest?"
"Sounds great to me!" exclaimed Charlie.
Candy could see his prick rising again. It never took him long.
"How about you, Stan? Mind sharing your loving wife so she can get her rocks off with her brother-in-law?"
"I don't mind as long as I can have Mandy to keep me company. But that's the big problem. As nice as this sounds, Mandy would never go along with it. She's something of a prude. I mean, Christ, I mentioned going to an X-rated movie and I thought she would shit. She's not likely to want to start up any four-way marriage."
"It was as much her idea as mine to try this husband-swapping routine," pointed out Candy. "I think she might be persuaded."
"I think we're all on the same wavelength again," said Charlie, an evil gleam in his eye. "Get on the phone, Stan, and call your loving 'wife' and tell her to get her sweet ass over here. We're going to put on one hell of a show for her."
Mandy forgot that she was no longer supposed to have keys to the house. She used her set and walked on into her living room. Seated on the sofa were Charlie and Candy, arms around each other. Stan was in an overstuffed chair wistfully watching as the others kissed and felt each other up. Mandy almost cried out when she saw what her twin and her husband were doing.
"Come on over, dear," said Stan. "Seems the two of them had a fight, but they are making up now. They wanted an impartial judge, but it turns out they don't need us anymore."
"Well, let's go home then. I don't want to watch that going on." She sniffed and looked down her nose at Charlie kissing Candy. She could see the man's tongue shoot out and lick around Candy's lips before plunging into the woman's mouth. Their tongues darted back and forth, teasing and tormenting one another. When Charlie ran his hand up under Candy's blouse and began squeezing her tit, Mandy wanted to hit him with a lamp.
"Naw, let's stick around. Seeing them getting it on like that gives me ideas. See?" he asked, pointing to his crotch. His cock was trying to turn cartwheels in his pants.
Mandy gasped. She hadn't thought Stan would say or do anything crude like that in public. But he had. Men! They were all the same! She had agreed to this switch because Charlie was insatiable. Now Stan was turning into the same type of sex-starved animal.
"I'm leaving."
"Stay, honey, and watch. You might get some ideas." Stan's grip on her wrist, kept her from leaving.
Reluctantly, Mandy turned and watched her sister and her husband getting into really hot and heavy action.
Charlie had the woman's blouse off now. Her pendulous tits hung down between them before the man crushed them flat with his own chest. Mandy saw that her twin's nipples were springing up hard. That hussy had no shame!
Mandy burned inside slowly, angered that her sister would do such a thing in front of her. Candy knew that Mandy loved Charlie. She had married him. Only his peculiar sex needs had driven her away. Now she was flaunting that insatiable sex drive in front of her.
Mandy got madder and madder. She sat down heavily on the arm of the chair. The woman barely noticed Stan's hand moving up under her skirt, sliding along her cool, soft thigh, heading up toward her pussy mound. She shuddered slightly, as much from his finger working under the leg band of her panties as from the sight of Charlie hiking up her skirt and dangling one slender leg over the back of the sofa.