Sally McLucas unlocked the front door and entered her living room, followed by a handsome, strongly built male of about thirty. She wandered about the room, switching on lights and drawing the drapes, all the time moving her well-shaped ass with an exaggerated wiggle that was coldly calculated to catch and hold the attention of her companion. Saxon had come bounding into the room at the first sound of key turning in lock, and Sally now took the big dog by the collar and led him gently but firmly from the room.
"I'm glad to see you, too, big fella," she told the excited dog. "But I'm going to need a little privacy. It's the garage for you tonight, boy. Come on, there's a good fella."
Then, just as she was about to leave the room with the dog, she turned back to her date, who was still standing by the front door.
"Why don't you fix us a drink, Frank, while I'm showing my best friend to his quarters? You'll find everything you need under the bar, I think. I'll have whatever you're having."
With a last mischievous, suggestive grin, she turned and left the room. Moments later the distant sound of barking was audible as Saxon set up a healthy protest to his unaccustomed exile from the center of activity. Sally returned to the living room.
"It sounds like he's being tortured, doesn't it, Frank?" she remarked as she settled herself comfortably on a stool in front of the bar. "Really I'm not as mean as you must think. The garage is very comfortable. I use it as a guest room in fact. I guess I have to face the fact that I have a very spoiled pet on my hands. He normally gets anything he wants around here."
"Anything?" Frank asked, one eyebrow rising in a quizzical grin as he leered suggestively at his pretty hostess.
Sally grinned back, a taunting gleam in her own eyes. "Yes, anything. Nothing is too good for my Saxon."
She appraised the tall blond male who was so carefully preparing martinis, and felt an excited little quiver in her cunt. It had been over a month now since she'd fucked a man – ever since Angie had moved in with her.
Although nothing had been said openly, Sally had assumed from Angie's very negative attitude toward men lately that she would be angry if Sally went out with one. So the sensual brunette had been doing her utmost to be content with Angie and Saxon for her sexual fulfillment. But although she found their company very stimulating, she continued to miss men.
Tonight had been her first deviation from the straight and narrow. When Angie had told her she was going out for dinner and a movie, Sally had automatically drifted over to Lew's Bar, and just as automatically got involved in conversation and flirtation with this good-looking stranger. Although she'd had no premeditated goal in mind, she knew Frank was hot for screwing, and his handsome face and well-muscled physique were creating a hot surge of liquid excitement in her horny pussy.
She reached for the martini Frank handed her and took a long, slow sip, her dark eyes staring over the rim of her glass into Frank's clear blue eyes.
"How do you like it, baby?" he asked, moving closer to Sally and slipping his arms around her shoulders as he spoke.
"It's delicious," she murmured as she reached around Frank to set her glass on the bar. "I'll take it however you like to dish it out," she continued lewdly, her hands reaching up to grasp Frank's head on either side and draw his lips down to hers.
Her tongue probed greedily up into the welcoming chasm of his mouth, meeting his own tongue and circling and sparring with it in obscene mutual titillation. She captured his tongue with her lips as it darted into her mouth and sucked suggestively on it, in wanton simulation of the fucking rhythm her moistening cunt craved so avidly.
After several moments, their lips parted and both gasped hungrily for air, then Sally began to plant moist, nipping kisses along Frank's cheeks and jawline and down over his neck. At last, her tongue darted excitingly into his ear and her teeth bit his earlobe in uninhibited sensual challenge.
"Jeez, you're really hot for a lay, aren't you, baby?" Frank said, his voice betraying a mixture of lust and wonder. "I'm sure as hell glad I decided to stop by Lew's tonight."
"So am I," Sally breathed into his ear, her butt wriggling back enticingly to meet his hands as they roved down over her back and smooth, swelling asscheeks.
Sally was wearing only a low-cut black cocktail dress and high, high platform heels that, combined with her natural height, made her almost as tall as Frank. It was easy for the big man to reach down past the hem of her short skirt and wriggle his hand up to stroke her shapely thigh.
At first his head scarcely believed what his hands were feeling. This girl was actually wearing a garter-belt and nylon stockings, something he hadn't come across since his college days, before the revolutionary discovery of pantyhose, what Frank Archer considered a horny man's worst enemy. Playfully he pulled on a garter strap and let it snap back against her skin.
"I didn't know girls wore this kind of thing any more," he commented, drawing his head back slightly to look into her eyes. He was startled and excited by the look of raw lust burning there.
"I only wear them for special occasions," Sally told him. "When I want to feel especially sexy. There's something rather delightfully wicked about them somehow, isn't there?"
It was true that Sally liked to wear garter and panties when she was feeling particularly horny, and was going out with the clear intention of getting laid. She had put them on tonight without really thinking about it, without really letting her conscious self in on the secret of what she intended to do. Though she loved Angie dearly, there was something perversely delicious about deceiving her like this – by dressing herself up like a common whore and going out and ensnaring the first man she came across. The thought titillated her, and she rubbed her crotch impatiently up against Frank's thigh to remind him exactly of what it was she needed and expected from him.
Burying his head in the attractive brunette's neck, Frank let his fingers climb higher up along her leg until they had passed the hem of her stockings and were grazing over the soft, sensitive inner expanse of her lushly molded thighs.
"Mmmm," Sally sighed appreciatively, her hands stroking encouragingly through his thick blond hair and down along his neck. "Oh, that feels good, Frank. I want you to take your shirt off," she told him. "You've got such a strong body, I bet it's going to feel just wonderful. I want to feel it. Can I?" she asked in a little-girl pout.
"Sure, baby, anything you want," he told her, tugging impatiently at his shirt and jacket, helping her remove them and throw them carelessly onto a chair. "But fair's fair," he said as he stood before her naked from the waist up. "If you get to see me naked, then I deserve equal satisfaction, right?"
"Of course, Frank," Sally agreed, her voice thick with excitement.
She was finding it incredibly titillating to be seducing a total stranger like this, to be having her way with this gorgeous hunk of man, preparing to use him for her own pleasure. She felt incredibly sexy and daring, more lewdly aroused than she had been in weeks.
Sally wanted to play the game her way, and she could see that Frank was ready for anything, provided he got his in the end. And she hadn't the slightest intention of cheating him – or herself – out of that. She wanted to fuck this blond hulk like she hadn't wanted to do anything in a long time. But first, she wanted to have a little fun.
"Why don't you sit yourself down here and be comfortable?" she told him, pushing him gently down into a white leather bean bag chair, so his legs were sprawled along the carpet, and he was looking right up at her panty-covered pussy under her skirt.
"I'm going to put on a little show for you, okay?"
She went over to the stereo and put on an album of bawdy bump and grind music and began a lewd little dance in the middle of the living-room carpet, churning her hips in an obscene, exaggerated grind as she raised her dress slowly and tantalizingly up over her garter-striated thighs, her panty-protected pussy, her firm tanned belly, her lush tits in their lacy black brassiere. She took the dress off and threw it carelessly down on top of Frank's jacket. Then she turned her back to him, mesmerizing the man with the fluid motion of her shapely hips and butt.
"Whooeee! Take it all off, baby!" her guest enthused, warming up to this provocative situation of having a beautiful woman, a near stranger, doing a wild, abandoned strip-tease for him.
The sight of her well-developed body in its obscene costume was creating a definite stirring in his cock. He absently ran a hand down over the growing prick-bulge to soothe its impatience. He didn't take his eyes off Sally's tantalizing near-nakedness, so keen was he to see what she would do next.
Sally could feel pussy-juice moistening the crotchband of her panties as she became more and more excited by her own wanton performance before this foxy-looking stranger. As she churned her ass lasciviously back in Frank's direction, she slowly undid the fastener of her brassiere and eased it down off her arms, swinging the flimsy garment around over her head as she turned to face her audience of one, then tossing it to him. Frank grabbed the bra and crushed it excitedly in his hands, then threw it aside as he leaned forward to inspect the round, firm perfection of her tanned jugs.
"Man, I haven't seen a set of tits like that in I don't know how long!" he gloated. "Baby, you're really built."
"Why, thank you, sir," she drawled in a little-girl voice, caressing her boobs tenderly in her hands, tickling the nipples into erection right before his eyes.
She bent down in front of him, her knockers dangling provocatively before his face. Instinctively, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him, sucking on first one and then the other ripe little nipple until both glistened with rosy hardness.
"Oh, that feels good, darling!" Sally exulted, her head thrown back in wanton ecstasy as she reveled in the tantalizing sensations charging through every nerve ending from the eager tonguing of her excited nipples.
At last, mustering all her strength, Sally braced herself firmly against Frank's shoulders and pushed herself back to her feet, leaving both herself and her audience seething with horniness.
Frank was tempted to throw this gorgeous, hot-blooded broad down onto the floor and put the prick to her right then and there, but his curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to see what she would do next. Besides, he knew he'd get his rocks off eventually. He was going to relax and enjoy the show in the meantime.
Once again undulating in perfect rhythm to the music, Sally slipped a finger into each side of her panties and began to ease them down over the firm, sculpted contours of her hips. Watching with rapt attention, Frank could first see a few wiry hairs peeking out over the top, then the whole black vee of her beaver was exposed to him.
Sally turned her back to him again and bent forward, so the round globes of her buttcheeks were staring right at him as she eased her panties down over her legs and stepped out of them. His breath caught in his throat as he surveyed the molded smoothness of her ass, crisscrossed by the trappings of her garter.
"Jesus, what an ass!" he moaned, wriggling uncomfortably in his chair, rubbing his hand more energetically this time over the rock-hard cock-bulge in his trousers.
Sally turned and rose to face her audience, her smooth tanned body looking haughty and magnificent, even in her lewd costume of black garter and stockings and platform heels. She looked like some she-devil, tits large and thrusting, hips full and firm in their obscene black belt, thick pussy bush centered provocatively between two garter straps.
Obsessed with the desire to fuck this hot-assed bitch, Frank looked up at her voluptuous face, and realized that tonight was going to be one hell of a night. He had found himself a broad who really loved cock. And one who would clearly do anything for her own and her partner's satisfaction.
Much to Frank's delight, it appeared that Sally did not intend to remove any more of her skimpy costume. She continued to sway and grind provocatively before him for several minutes, then she approached his chair once again and fell to her knees between his legs.
Her hands groped at the zipper of his pants, while his own hands fondled her inviting, full thrusting jugs. With an expert sense of strategy, her hands found his turgid cock and pulled it out of his fly. Frank watched her stare hungrily at his rod for a moment, as her hand began to stroke gently, ever so gently along its throbbing length.
Then, without warning, her head dropped to his lap and her mouth closed over the bulb-shaped head of his prick, sucking from the dilated cum-slit the slight drop of moisture that glistened there. She sucked and lapped eagerly at his fuck-stick, running her tongue around and around its mushroom head and then closing her mouth over it once more and sliding her lips all the way down his cock-shaft until Frank felt sure the tip of his tool must be grazing her tonsils.
"Jeez!" the big man groaned through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the white leather of the chair as he resisted the almost overwhelming urge to come, to shoot his load of sticky white sperm right down this sexy brunette's greedy little throat.
Frank fought the urge, determined to save his hard-on for Sally's tight-looking pussy. He watched with seasoned lust as her ass writhed provocatively behind her while she sucked his dick, her whole being obviously turning on to her wanton activities – first her sexy strip-tease and now her hungry need to suck his cock.
"Oh, baby, you're really turning me on! Jesus Christ, I've never met anybody who could suck cock like you do!"
Sally was totally preoccupied with lust. She could feel her pussy-juice seeping moistly onto her naked thighs as she sucked hungrily at the lovely thick cock that stood up so hard and firm and ready to fuck her. She loved the slick filling feel of his rod in her mouth, but there was something she knew she'd love better. She wanted to feel the big tool jammed up inside her waiting cunt.
She looked longingly at the prick that glistened lewdly with her own saliva as she raised her head from Frank's lap.
"God, I've got to have your cock in me now!" she told her companion, her whole face a writhing picture of need as she crawled up onto the chair, straddling the man's hips and poising her wet, ready cunt directly over his upthrust prick.
Angie had felt the need to be alone this evening. Much as she loved being with Sally and Saxon, she thought it would be fun for a change to treat herself to a good meal somewhere and then see a movie. Just to reacquaint herself with herself. The last few weeks had been one long, hectic bout of sensuality, involving just the three of them, and it had undoubtedly been the most beautiful, totally fulfilling experience of Angie's life. But except for trips to and from work, she hadn't been alone once. And tonight was to be the night.
But once she'd relaxed with a delicious bottle of wine and a filling meal, Angie began to feel the old familiar sensations down in her belly. She was turned on.
The hell with a movie, she thought. I think I'll go home and see what Sally and Saxon are up to.
She felt a happy glow inside as she drove home. The pretty blonde had never before in her life known what it was to have a real loving home to "go home" to. It was a fine feeling, one she hadn't the slightest intention of jeopardizing. As far as she was concerned, it would be just her and Sally and Saxon living happily ever after.
Sure beats lonely nights in front of the TV, finger-fucking and dating assholes, Angie told herself with a smug grin as she pulled up in front of the house.
She saw the lights burning behind the drapes in the living room and felt immediately comforted by the assurance that Sally was home. She felt sure, though, that she could hear a dog barking somewhere not too far away, and she was positive it was Saxon. That was strange. Why wouldn't Saxon be with Sally?
Feeling suddenly apprehensive, Angie decided to go around to the back door and sneak into the living room. That way, if there was any trouble, she'd know about it before whoever was in the living room knew she was home. And if everything was all right, it would be a nice surprise for Sally.
Angie let herself quietly through the back door. She was sure now that Saxon was locked in the garage, and she could feel her heart thumping with fear as she tiptoed to the living room.
She froze in her tracks as sight and sound greeted her simultaneously.
"Oooohhh!" Sally moaned wantonly, throwing back her head and closing her eyes as she lowered her throbbing cunt down onto Frank's upthrust cock. Just the pressure of the swollen knob at her quaking cunt-mouth was enough to drive her mad with excitement. Already her twat was so wet and open that it wasn't difficult for her to take the first few inches of dick right up inside. Then she reveled in the delicious feeling of fulfillment as she lowered her cunt down all the way onto his hard cock-shaft, her pussy-walls dilating to receive Frank's entire long prick. She groaned in pleasure as she stuffed herself with cock.
"Oh, Frank! Oh, you've got a beautiful dick, honey. It feels so good up inside my pussy!"
Keeping her eyes closed in order to better appreciate the fantastic feelings in her cunt, Sally braced herself against Frank's chest and began to hump her hips up and down over the big man's swollen dong.
Angie had to stuff her fist into her mouth to keep herself from crying aloud. How could Sally do such a thing to her? They were lovers, still practically on their honeymoon, and she'd brought home this pick-up and was fucking him right on the chair in the living room!
Angie's anger and hurt only increased as she drank in the obvious relish with which Sally was fucking, as though she hadn't come in a month of Sundays.
I'm not enough for her. I didn't satisfy her, Angie thought, beset by confused emotions of guilt and shame and anger. She's nothing but a whore! She's incapable of fidelity!
Disgusted as she was by the scene of animal lust before her, Angie could not tear herself away from the titillating spectacle. There was her girlfriend, dressed only in garters, stockings and high heels, pumping her cunt hungrily up and down over the thick, glistening shaft of the blond stranger's prick. Angie couldn't suppress a little surge of vicarious excitement as she watched Sally's beautiful face contort with cock-hungry lust.
Sure didn't take her long, Angie thought bitterly. I turn my back for a couple of hours and she's humping away with some perfect stranger right in our house.
"Ooooohhh, Frankie baby! You've got such a beautiful prick, honey! My cunt feels like it's on fire!"
Sally's words came out a little unevenly, for she was short of breath from her vigorous humping over the big man's cock. She could feel the first signs of explosion lurking in the pit of her belly, and she began a continuous wail as she fucked her cunt more and more furiously on the hard prick.
"Oh, keep fucking like that, Sally honey!" Frank groaned, his head sunk back against the smooth leather of the chair, his hips thrusting up against the undulating cunt pulsating so demandingly over him. He'd never experienced a fuck like this in his entire life!
All thought was swept from the big man's mind as he felt Sally's hips step up their taunting pace over his juice-slickened cock. Frank realized the sexy bitch was right on the brink of a come. A moment later, she told him so.
"Oh, God, Frank! I'm coming! Coommiinngg!!"
Sally thrust her ass furiously up and down over that filling cock-shaft for several moments before finally collapsing forward on his chest like a spent rag doll. She felt him shooting his sperm far up into her welcoming cunt, but she hadn't another iota of energy left to move with him. He grabbed her shoulders hard and pumped up into her snatch like a riveting machine gone wild, and then he was still.
"Christ, you're unbelievable, doll!" Frank groaned as he worked out the last drops of his load. "It's going to take me a few minutes…"
"Well, if this isn't the sweetest fucking display I've seen in my lifetime, I don't know what is," Angie interrupted, venom dripping from her voice.
Sally found a reserve of energy she didn't know was in her and leapt to her feet in front of her obscenely sprawled lover.
"Angie! What… how… Angie, please don't be angry, honey! This doesn't mean I don't love…" Hot tears sprang to the lovely brunette's eyes.
"I know. I know," Angie replied sarcastically, the coldness of her voice masking the confused hubbub of emotions inside her. "This doesn't mean you don't love me at least as much as you love any old pick-up in town. I bet I'm right near the top of your list of 'favorite fucks I have known'."
Overwhelmed by a horrible need to give way to tears, she set up her old escape mechanism of replacing self-pity with rage.
"You disgust me," she told the trembling Sally, getting a sadistic pleasure out of the obvious pain she was inflicting with her words.
"Hey, what is this?" Frank asked Sally at last. "Don't tell me you're a fucking lesbian, honey!" The taunting edge in his voice threw Angie into a more intense rage.
"You keep your fucking mouth shut, creep!" she told the handsome blond, giving him a murderous look. "When we need shit-ass comments from you, I'll ask for them."
Frank suddenly found himself subdued into a surly silence.
"Angie, please understand!" Sally wailed, the tears streaming down her face now. "I love you. This was only a lark. You like to go to movies by yourself, so I like to fuck good-looking guys occasionally. It doesn't mean a thing!"
Angie almost felt herself relenting. She decided she had better leave before she let her heart rule her head.
"I don't know, Sally. I thought being with you would be different from being with some guy. Now I don't know. I'll have to think about it. I'm going to go away for a while. Maybe I'll come back; maybe I won't."
With that, a renegade tear hovering on the brim of one lash, Angie turned and fled the room.
"Angie!" Sally called after her friend, but she knew it was useless. She would simply have to wait and hope the other woman could learn to understand her little weaknesses. She knew she could never learn to be good always. It just wasn't in her.
"Well, I guess I'd better be going," Frank muttered as he rose to his feet and began to rummage for his clothes.
Sally walked over to where he was standing and drew one of his hands to her dripping cunt.
"What's your hurry?" she asked, still struggling with one wrist to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I'm going to be needing some company tonight, and I don't want to have to go back to that awful bar."
"Why, baby," he said with a scornful little grin, "you are really something else. Sure, I'll stay. A piece of ass like you doesn't come along every day." Then he jammed one finger almost cruelly up into her seeping cunt-hole, a smile of grim satisfaction contorting his features as he watched her face again light up with lust.