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"Oh, I don't rightly know," Betty replied honestly. "I just know that it works. And as far as I'm concerned, that's the main thing. How or why doesn't mean a damn!"

Doug had to admit that she was right. Of course, it irked him to think that he had failed to arouse her completely, and that she had responded fully for the first time to a complete stranger. But he knew he'd get over that in time. As she said, the main thing was that she was finally released from her prison of prudery, and was free to be exactly what she was – a fully liberated woman. But a nagging doubt remained. Suppose she only responded with Harvey… or some other man. Suppose things were just the same between them? What then?

"Betty, why don't…" he began, wondering if he should suggest what he had in mind. But Betty seemed preoccupied with the sounds coming from the next room.

"Let's go tell the others we've made up," she said happily, leading him towards the bedroom, completely oblivious to the fact that she was stark naked. Quite a change from the Betty I used to know, Doug smiled to himself as he followed her. He decided to hedge his plan of trying out whether the transformation that had come over his wife applied to making love with him as well, and go along with what she wanted.

She threw open the door of the bedroom, and then stopped short. Doug, too, gave a gasp of surprise as he stared at the lewd goings-on on the bed.

Another lascivious threesome had formed, Doug saw, with once more, Harvey taking a leading role in events. He was skewering wildly between Selma's widespread legs, while Jean was astride the blonde's face, her legs wrapped around her shimmering, golden head. He experienced a momentary stab of jealousy as he saw that Harvey had monopolized Selma – first his wife, and now his mistress – but as he watched, he was aware of a curious feeling of excitement. It was a far different feeling than that he had felt when he had discovered Betty sucking Harvey's cock, but this was different. Betty and he were reconciled, and he could look on this new development with something approaching composure. Not that he was likely to feel that for long, for already he could discern that his prick was beginning to grow along his leg, pressing against the confining fabric of his pants.

Betty was watching the scene with avid interest. She couldn't help feeling disconcerted by the sight of Selma's lovely golden body, her flesh soft and buttery. Her husband's mistress was beautiful, without a doubt. And obviously, Harvey thought so too. Betty could see the familiar length of his lust-inflated shaft pumping rhythmically in and out of the clasping wet tunnel of the teenager's eagerly receptive cunt, and Betty could just barely catch a glimpse of the moistly gleaming pinkness as Harvey withdrew. Jean, too, was obviously enraptured by the newcomer. Her head was thrown back, her hard, upswept breasts pointed and excited. The muscles in her thighs were standing out like whipcord as she maintained her thigh-grip on Selma's buried face and bounced up and down incessantly as shivers of pleasure stabbed at her tingling pussy.

Betty's eyes traveled back to her lover, an saw that his hands were clutched convulsively onto Selma's gleaming gold skin, holding her inexorably in place. His body was bathed in perspiration and he didn't even seem to notice that Jean was also getting her share of fun from Selma. He continued to fuck mercilessly between the long, tapering legs which were now curling around his lower back in a possessive gesture, and Betty could see the flexing and unflexing of his hirsute buttocks as he drove his thick, hard shaft to the hilt between the softly swollen flanges of Selma's openly throbbing cunt.

He raised her pelvis a few inches off the bed from the force of his tremendous thrusts, and Betty could see the sperm-laden sac of his balls dangling lewdly beneath his pile-driving cock. She was surprised that she didn't feel any jealousy as she watched the lust-inciting scene. She actually didn't mind watching her lover fuck her husband's mistress. Certainly the sight excited her, but it didn't make her envious. She had Doug back again and he was all she wanted. Turning her head slightly, she was aware that her husband was sidling over towards her. A quick glance downwards told her that he was aroused by the lascivious scene as well. She could see the growing protuberance of his burgeoning cock, pushing against his pants, and with a swift movement, she brushed her hand lightly over it.

"Oh God, honey, don't do that!" Doug hissed between passion-clenched teeth.

"Why not, baby?" Betty smiled, pressuring the swollen organ once more with her sensitive fingertips. "It's big and hard, isn't it…" she mused, her eyes half-closing.

Doug stared at her in amazement. He could hardly believe that she was talking this way, let alone touching his cock in that provocative gesture. He stared hard at her face and was astonished at what he saw mirrored there. Desire was written all over her lovely smooth features. Desire… but who was it for! His heart pounding painfully, he looked questioningly at her.

"Ooohhhh… get naked, honey… quick!" she gasped, her fingers tightening around the throbbing hardness of his erect prick.

Doug could hardly believe his ears. He stared uncomprehendingly at his wife, afraid that he had misunderstood her.

"Oh baby, let's fuck…" she pleaded, her eyes full of longing.

Doug needed no second urging. His hands began to tear at his clothes, pulling off his shirt, ripping down his pants. He was urged on by the lewd, sibilant sounds coming from the bed where Selma, Harvey and Jean were thrashing around in an obscene tangle of sucking and fucking. His blood-swollen penis leaped up happily when he freed it from the confines of his trousers, and his heart gave a painful thud when he saw Betty's eyes lighted on it, widening with interest and excitement.

In a moment, he made a wild rush at her, lunging towards her with all the tremendous intensity of his desire. He caught her in a tight bear hug, knocking her off balance and they both tumbled to the floor, unaware of everything but the heated, passionate closeness of their bodies.

He ground his mouth down on hers in a demanding kiss, and was thrilled when her lips parted obediently to admit his probing tongue. Her own wet tongue fenced and swirled around his lewdly dabbing tongue, whipping up a froth of their mutual saliva. Her arms tightened around his neck and she clung to him, her body straining eagerly against his. He could feel the hardness of her turgid little nipples digging into his chest, and she flexed the hair-covered mound of her vaginal "vee" against the nudging shaft of his palpitating cock.

From across the room, they could hear the mounting moans of pleasure, and knew that the trio were near to climaxing. Somehow, the knowledge of the crescendoing of excitement only a few feet away from them spurred on their own, and Betty's thighs parted of their own volition in obvious invitation to her lust-maddened husband. Immediately, he guided the huge, blood-bloated head towards the small quivering opening to her body, and placed against the delicate flesh.

For a moment, he held it there, savoring the fragile, almost ephemeral contact between her soft feminine vagina and the throbbing hardness of his heated male cock, and then he couldn't hold back any longer. He would know soon if his worst fears were to be realized. He would discover if Betty could respond to him as completely as she did to Harvey. Drawing in his breath, he placed a hand on either of her soft, quivering inner thighs and drew them further apart, revealing the full pink moist slit of her waiting pussy.

Then he surged forward with all the strength that was in his desire-driven body.

"Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh… Ohhhhhh…" Betty wailed as she felt the giant instrument cleave through the futilely resisting cuntal sheath, and forge its way into the darkness of her moistly giving vaginal depths. But Doug, driven on by a lust-maddened demon that was guiding his instinct, ignored her moans and continued to saw relentlessly into the clinging passage.