She knew that Diane got turned on by fucking in front of someone else, and since Helen wanted to watch fucking, she should have found the arrangement thoroughly pleasing to everyone.
For hours she laid in bed next to her slumbering husband and stared at the ceiling, wondering just what the fuck she would do.
CHAPTER FOUR
By Monday, Helen and Susan were once again on speaking terms. Susan apologized for being so bold as to fuck in front of everyone and said she was sorry for grabbing Sam's cock in the theater and for letting the men look at her pussy, when she put her panties on. It was the movie, Susan explained, that made her act that way. All that fucking and sucking on the screen went to her head.
At the dental office, Helen checked the appointment list for her husband. She didn't particularly like being his receptionist, but Sam's career was just getting off the ground and he couldn't afford to hire someone else.
Helen smoothed out her white nurse's uniform and ran her finger down the list. Sam had a free hour at 2:30 that afternoon. Helen decided that that would be a good time to suck his prick. Sam had seemed sort of distant after the wild weekend and Helen was doing everything in her power to make him pay more attention to her.
She waited impatiently for 2:30 to roll around. Then, just as she was about to go into the room where Sam fixed teeth, Jay and Diane stepped into the outer office.
"I need to see Sam right away," Diane said, pressing her palm against her cheek. "I've got a toothache that just won't quit."
"No problem. He can see you right away," Helen said. She was a little disappointed at not being able to suck her husband's cock but was more concerned by Diane's obvious discomfort.
Helen escorted Diane into the inner room.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Sam asked, feeling a familiar twitching in his balls as his eyes lingered on the nineteen-year-old neighbor's incredibly huge tits. Diane wore a blouse that buttoned up the front and a heavenly portion of creamy tit-flesh was showing.
"My mouth feels like somebody's in there with a jackhammer!" Diane complained.
Sam checked the tooth Diane complained about and found a filling had come loose. It wouldn't be any trouble to fix it.
"Why don't you see what Jay is doing?" Sam suggested to Helen. "This should take about an hour." He stopped and thought for a moment. The work would take a half hour at most, but he had more than dentistry on his mind. "Hour. Maybe a little bit more than that, but not much more."
"Sure thing. Diane, you're in good hands," Helen said, then left the room.
Once they were alone, Sam pulled out a needle, making sure Diane saw it. He knew she was deathly frightened of pain of any sort and he wanted to scare the hell out of her.
"You're not going to use that on me, are you?"
"I have to deaden the area near the tooth if I'm going to work on you," Sam said.
"Isn't there something else you could do?"
"Sure, I can give you gas, if that's what you want."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not a bit. Not one single bit," Sam assured her. He fitted the gas mask over Diane's nose and mouth and she inhaled deeply. Several seconds later her eyelids fluttered, then shut. She was out cold.
Sam checked to make sure that Diane was okay, then went to the outer office where Jay and Helen were talking. "Listen, why don't you close up shop and go for a drink or something? Don't worry, Jay, there's nothing drastically wrong with her. Just a loose filling. I haven't got any more appointments today, have I, Helen?"
"No!"
"Good. I'll take my time with Diane then. You and Jay can come back in an hour."
Helen, glad to leave the office, agreed with Sam. They left, Sam locked the door, then he dashed back to Diane. She slept soundly under the effects of the gas.
"You big-titted young bitch," Sam cursed, pushing his pants down to his knees. "I've wanted to grab these bastards ever since I met you."
Sam put his hand on Diane's tit and squeezed. He was amazed that tits as large as hers were so firm. Helen's tits, while being nicely shaped, simply weren't as large as the teenager's. Sam's hand slid from one tit to the other, then he reached between her legs and felt her cunt through her pants.
"Sweet young thing," Sam whispered, his lips close to Diane's ear even though he knew she couldn't hear him. "I'm going to have a good time with your body and you're not going to remember a thing."
Sam kicked off his shoes, then took his pants and underwear completely off. His hands, he noticed, were shaking as he unbuttoned Diane's blouse. Shaking just like they were when he had pulled Susan's panties off in the theater.
As if opening a Christmas present, Sam slowly pulled open Diane's blouse. She wore a sheer nylon bra and he could see the dark circle of her areolas and the pointed nipple at the center. He was glad to notice the clasp of the bra was between Diane's boobs instead of at her back. That made everything much easier. Undoing the hook, Sam peeled the cups away from her twin tits.
"Fucking beautiful," Sam hissed, burying his face between her tits. He sucked on one nipple and grabbed his swelling prick. His cock grew quickly in his fist as his hungry lips sucked on Diane's nipples. He stroked his throbbing prickshaft from its base to its conical cockhead as his balls swung freely back and forth between his legs.
Sam thought of pulling Diane's pants, down to feel her pussy, maybe even shove his cock in her, but he decided that pulling her pants up would be too difficult with an unconscious woman. He contented himself with her tits and mouth. They would do just fine, he reasoned.
"You're so fucking young," he hissed, kissing her smooth neck. Sam whacked faster on his cockmeat, his hot tongue flicking over Diane's nipples. He kissed and sucked and licked her flesh while pounding on his cock.
Helen and Jay had just sat down in the restaurant when an idea struck her. Helen, after ordering a martini, suddenly realized that if all that was wrong with Diane was a loose filling, Sam wouldn't need a whole hour to work on her. She wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do, but Helen decided that she had to investigate the situation.
"Oh, damn it!" she cursed softly. "I'll be right back. I forgot something at the office."
"I'll wait," Jay answered, sipping his drink. "Nothing to do but wait for Diane."
Helen hurried back to the office. When she found the outer door locked, she suspected something was up right away. She had a key for the lock, but Helen didn't want Sam and Diane to know that she was checking up on them. Her mind raced as she tried to think of some way to spy on her husband. And then an idea came to her – the air conditioning duct!
Helen ran to the office adjoining Sam's and she went inside. The office belonged to a young lawyer who, like Sam, had just set up business. He was in his late twenties and had longish blonde hair, bright-green eyes and a thin mouth that looked like it had been slashed into his face.
"Hello," she said, trying to sound casual and failing. "I know this sounds a little strange, but I need to know where your air conditioning duct is."
"What the hell for?"
"Your name's Bob, isn't it?" Helen decided being mildly seductive would get her farther than trying to look like a woman in distress.
"Yeah. Bob Marks." He stood up and walked round his desk, smiling suggestively at Helen. "Now why does a pretty woman like you want to know where my air conditioning duct is?"
"Listen," Helen said softly, touching Bob's chest with her fingertips and looking sincerely into his eyes. "I'll explain everything to you over drinks some time, okay? But right now I just need to know where it is without you asking any questions. Deal?"
"Yeah… Sure… I can dig that," Bob said, feeling a silken strand of Helen's hair between his fingers. "I'm in no hurry. I've been watching you since I started here. You know, you've got the foxiest ass I've ever seen."