Her hands twisting in his hair seemed to have no effect whatsoever, and she could hear him making tiny little grunting noises that mingled with the lewd wet sucking sounds that rose to the air of their bedroom. Completely mortified, she let her head fall back on the couch, her entire body rolling helplessly from side to side as she was buffeted by her husband's tongue, and his strong hands maneuvered her nakedly squirming hips to his liking. She could feel his tongue spearing wetly into the involuntarily wet and dilated entrance of her hotly seething vagina… and she felt terrified by the implication of what he was doing. How could she ever face him again after he did this to her? And the worst was that in spite of her horror at what was happening, in spite of her utter revulsion, tiny thrills of pleasure were rippling through her lower belly. Her body was responding to the forbidden licking of her loins in such a way that she couldn't help gasping with pleasure. She could see him looking at her, observing her, even as his mouth remained fastened to the widespread tightness of her besieged pussy, and she read in them a challenge that she fought desperately to meet. His hands reached up to the white mounds of her breasts, and she felt him grappling with the tender nipples, twisting them harshly while his tongue still worked at her hair-lined pussy with unrelenting fury.
Bob continued to look at his wife as he felt the forbidden flesh of her tiny open pussy clenching and unclenching helplessly beneath his thrusting tongue. The bittersweet taste of her filled his mouth as he watched the tears rolling down her cheeks. God, it made him feel good to see her like this! He was good and tired of her arrogance… and this would teach her a good lesson! But he was going to have to fuck her soon, or go crazy! Below, his cock hung down thick and heavy as he kneeled forcefully between her widespread legs.
The huge, lustfully throbbing hardness felt like it was going to burst any second, and although he wanted to continue the more than pleasurable sucking of Janet's unwilling cunt, he knew that he couldn't last much longer. His hanging testicles felt filled and tight with his building sperm ready to let loose at any second if he didn't get it up inside of her soon.
"Oh God!" he thought, his eyes never leaving the beautiful young face that he'd fallen so deeply in love with, his hands never ceasing their deft manipulation of her soft pliant breasts. "I've got to fuck her."
With lightning speed, he lifted himself up from between her legs, and throwing himself upon her, he held the pulsing rod of his cock in his hands and tried to direct it to the tiny hair-fringed opening of Janet's vagina. But Janet squirmed backward, clamping her legs tightly together and twisting to the side.
"No! No!" she cried, terrified both by what might happen and by what might not.
The unexpected shift in his wife's position startled Bob and his heavy cock grazed against the side of her thigh. His entire being had been geared to entering her that second, and he realized with something akin to desperation that the mechanisms of orgasm had already been set in motion inside him. Everything was going lightning fast, and yet it seemed like slow motion as he felt the tremendous force of his climax speeding to explosion inside him. His cock quivered in his hands and his head snapped back in an anguished recognition of the powerful release that was coming.
"Aaaaarrrrrhhhhh! Oh Jesus!" he cried out. The white hot liquid was starting to spurt and Bob felt the flying sparks of lust seething through his tensed body. He was straddling his wife's hips as she turned on her side and it was too late to do anything but slip her over on her back as thick, whitely heated streams of semen began to arc out from his suddenly jerking cock. They spurted in large, pearl covered droplets upon Janet's naked, trembling breasts and belly as the continuing madness of the exploding orgasm continued to rack Bob's body. Thrill after thrill racked him, tormenting and controlling him with acute sensation. His body twitched, out of control, totally immersed in the wild climax.
"Ooooohhhhh! Goooood!" The last heated drops dribbled down onto his shocked wife's smooth naked flesh and Bob could see her face a contorted mask of anger and disgust.
"Honey I'm," he started to say.
"Get out of here you fucking bastard," she screamed, pounding the couch now with her clenched fists. "Get out of here!"
Bob Howard knew when it was time to leave and this was an obvious case. Maybe she would have gotten over it by the time he came back from the office later on. Certainly she was in no mood now to discuss anything. Damn her anyway, why didn't she give herself to me. Why is it so hard for her to surrender to me, he wondered as he pulled on his clothes.
"See you later, babe," he called out as peacefully as he could as he left the house but there was no response. "Boy, she's hopping mad with me," thought Bob Howard, "I'd better bring her some flowers home or something. Something to make it up to her… if I don't she'll never give it to me again!"
CHAPTER TWO
Gary Spencer had gone to real-estate school with Bob Howard, the only difference between Bob and Gary was that Gary knew how to sell. He'd only been in business for a year and already he'd made enough money to buy his wife the beautiful house of her dreams. He felt sorry for his friend Bob and was aware that his marriage was really suffering because of his lack of salesmanship.
"You know Julie," he said to his wife across the breakfast table, "I'd like to invite Bob and Janet Howard here for the week. I got a call from Bob and I sense things aren't what they should be in their marriage. Maybe a weekend around us would cheer him up."
"My sense is that Janet Howard isn't at all in touch with her sexuality," purred Julie Spencer crossing her legs to allow her husband a view of her shapely thighs, as well as her panties.
The show was not lost on Gary Spencer either. He considered himself damn lucky to have married as sexually alluring and seductive a woman as Julie. She was ready any time to fuck, anywhere, as many times as he wanted. He knew he was a lucky man.
"Does she turn you on at all Gary," Julie smiled, thinking of Bob Howard and how extremely attractive he was to her.
"A little, well in fact a lot but then I hear she just can't let go, and after you babes, I'm spoiled," he grinned lewdly.
"Don't you think we should give Bob a little of what he needs."
"You mean don't I think you should give it to him, you sexy wench," laughed Gary.
The Spencers were loose and easy about each other making love to other people, as far as they were concerned it improved their marriage rather than took away from it. But they knew they were pretty unusual in this respect.
Gary leaned over now, reaching out for his lusciously curved wife and pinching one nipple through her thin caftan.
"Do you remember the last couple we swapped with," groaned Julie as her husband's finger continued to excite her. "Do you remember the way she wanted both you and her husband to sandwich her between you at the same time?"
"Do I ever," grinned Gary.
"Well I didn't have that much fun, I had to masturbate like mad to stop myself from flipping out. Next time it will be different."
"Oh poor baby," Gary teased, as with one hand he reached under her dress, cupping the silken crotch of her panties and the softly rising mound of her fuzz-covered pussy with his open palm.
"Mmmmmm…" Julie sighed. "That's nice, but don't stop there… go on… go on…"
Gary Spencer continued to fondle his wife under the breakfast table, it was one of the games they liked to play, it made them feel so wicked like a teenage couple who couldn't wait to get to the bedroom!