Carol untangled herself from her naked friends and stood up to face John. This is it, she thought, the end of my marriage. John was white-faced with anger, and she knew he’d never forgive her for what he’d seen.
Then it occurred to her that she had nothing to lose now by telling him the truth. She couldn’t possible make things worst. So why not say to him what had been on her mind for so long? She straightened her shoulders and looked him right in the eye.
“John,” she began coolly, “it’s your fault that I’m here.”
“What?” he gasped.
“If you’d taken care of me in bed, if you’d been a proper husband, I wouldn’t have done this,” Carol informed him.
John was struck speechless, but Lucie grinned and said, “Right on, Carol. You tell him, and we’ll back you up.”
“Right!” the others chorused.
Made bolder by her friends’ support, Carol went on, “I never wanted to cheat on you, John. I love you. But I can’t live a life without sex. And furthermore, even when we do make love, it’s always the same old way. We really don’t have a sex life, John, so I found it somewhere else.”
When John finally found his tongue, he didn’t shout. He said very mildly, “Please, come and talk to me alone for a while, Carol. Then if you want to, you can get back to your, uh, party.”
“Very well, John,” Carol said.
He returned to the bedroom. Carol put on her robe and was about to join him, when Brent touched her shoulder and said, “Good luck, honey. We’re all behind you. We hope you can get some sense into John’s head, and that we call all remain friends… if you know what I mean.”
“I know,” Carol smiled, “and I’ll do my best.”
She found John sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, looking utterly dejected. He glanced up at her as she sat beside him. She felt sorry for him. He was obviously crushed by what he’d seen in the living room. But she was concerned for herself, too. She had the right to a full and happy sex life, and she was determined to get it.
“Carol, were you telling me the truth out there?” he sighed. “Is it really that bad?”
“It’s really that bad, John,” she said. “I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was horny all the time, and nothing was happening between you and me. I tried to tell you that, but you wouldn’t listen.”
He reddened and said, sheepishly, “Oh, I heard you, all right. But I was scared to make love to you. I knew it was no good. The same old thing, like you said. But I didn’t know what to do about it. I wanted you, but I was afraid of losing you.”
“Well, John, do you want to do something about it?” Carol asked.
“Oh, Christ, yes!” he said. “But what? I know I’m a lousy lover. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“I’ll teach you,” Carol said, “if you’re really interested in keeping our marriage going.”
For the first time in months John showed real excitement. He hugged her fiercely and said, “Our marriage is more important to me than anything, Carol. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“No more late nights at the office?” she said.
“Promise,” he said.
“No more grading papers when we could be getting it on?” Carol persisted.
“Promise,” John sighed. “I just did those things to avoid making love. To avoid fouling up again.”
“Well, you won’t foul up any more, darling,” Carol purred. “Not when I get through with you. Now take off your clothes.”
John turned beet red and started to protest, then thought better of it. He rose and awkwardly began to remove his clothes. Carol watched him with undisguised lust. She’d always been hotly turned on by his lean muscular body, and tonight was no exception. She was pleased to note that his fine eight-inch prick was stiffly erect. It weaved heavily as he approached the bed.
Carol flung off her robe and climbed onto the bed, lying down on her back. She parted her legs just a little to give John a teasing glimpse of her pretty pink slit. He ogled it, ogled her golden-blonde muff and big full tits. His swollen cock nuzzled his belly and began to leak bright little tears of juice. He joined her on the bed but made no move to touch her.
“Now what do I do?” he said nervously.
“All the things we never did before,” Carol said. “All the things we were too uptight to try. It’s not just a matter of jumping on me and humping, John. I want to be warmed up. I want excitement, novelty. And I’m sure you do, too.”
He said shyly, “Yeah, I do. Secretly I wanted to try a lot of things, but I was afraid to ask. But where do we start?”
Carol grinned and got to her knees beside him. He was lying on his back, and his long thick cock pointed right at the ceiling. She reached out and curled her fingers around the hard throbbing stalk of his dick. John reddened but said nothing. Tonight SHE was the professor.
“Just relax, darling,” Carol said soothingly. “This is something I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time. I know you’ll like it.”
He still looked shy and nervous as she began to pump his prick, but she could tell he enjoyed it, too. She enjoyed it herself. The flesh of his prick was silky and hot, delicious to touch, and as she ran her little fist up and down the satiny stiff pole, more gleaming droplets of cream oozed from the little slit-mouth of his cock.
She longed to lick and taste that hot cream, but she forced herself to go slowly and take her time. There was a lot she had to teach her husband tonight, and one thing was not to rush. He had to learn to spin out their love-making, add delightful new tricks, play the scene of all it was worth. John didn’t know how, so Carol had to set the example.
“Ummmmmm,” she sighed, “your cock is so nice to touch.”
John blushed furiously but managed to reply, “It’s exciting the hell out of me to have you touch it. I was always afraid you wouldn’t want to.”
“Wrong,” Carol grinned. “And I want to do more than just touch your cock, John. Here’s something else I’ve been wanting to do.”
She bent even lower, stuck out her small gleaming pink tongue, and began to lick his dick. John gasped and started to say something, then went still, remembering the deal they’d made. He was ill at ease but cooperative. Carol lapped up and down the pale rigid stalk of his cock, making it shine with her hot saliva. Gradually John relaxed, and she heard him give a soft sigh of pleasure.
She took her time, lapping and lashing every inch of his eight-inch column, before moving to the most sensitive part, the huge swollen purple head. As her slick tongue tickled onto the engorged knob, John gasped and moaned. Carol felt a hot rush of saliva as she tasted his juice for the very first time. She adored the flavor and eagerly went for more.
She swished her juicy little tongue around and around the hot hard head of his prick, lapping up all the oozing juice, swallowing it with a greedy gurgle. She saved the best part for last, wriggling her pointed tongue-tip into the creaming slit-mouth of his cock, reaming out his cream as fast as it appeared. John began to shiver.
“Oh, Christ, Carol… that feels terrific!” he moaned. “You sure you don’t mind doing that?”
“I love it,” she said huskily. “I love the taste of your juice. I want more!”
She popped the fat purple head of his cock into her mouth, gave it a strong suck, and took in half his big long dick. John gasped and moaned hoarsely. She began to suck ravenously on his cock, her blonde head bouncing furiously. More and more tasty hot cock-juice dribbled onto her tongue, and she hungrily savored it, then swallowed it.
“Oh, Jesus!” John gasped. “YES! Yes, Carol, suck my cock. I’ve always wanted you to do that. Christ, it’s good!”
Carol would have grinned triumphantly if her lips hadn’t already been fully stretched by his mammoth cock-stalk. So all these years John had been having the same naughty fantasies as she had? Terrific. It was a shame they hadn’t found it out sooner, but better late than never. She sucked ever faster and harder on his hot tasty dick, and John sighed and moaned and shivered with pleasure.
“Baby, baby,” he crooned. “Fantastic! My God, I was a fool not to ask you before.”
Carol agreed, but she couldn’t tell him so because her mouth was fully stuffed with delicious silky cock-meat. Now as she sucked him fast and loudly, she reached down and cupped his steamy-hot rosy nut sacs. She cradled them in her hot palms and gave them a steady massage. Again John gasped in surprise and pleasure, and another flood of delicious cock-juice hit her tongue.
“Carol, my God!” he whined. “It’s just too damned good. I love it, honey, but I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
His warning was clear, but Carol just went right on sucking loudly and greedily on his magnificent big prick. One of her most compelling fantasies had been to blow her husband, to eat a great big load of his come. She could hardly wait. Her blonde head bobbed faster and faster over his belly, John was quivering violently now, hardly able to hold himself in check.
“Honey, you better stop,” he panted. “Honest to Christ, I can’t hold out!”
Carol just took a better grip on his hot swollen balls, massaging them eagerly, letting him know that she wanted him to get off. John was beyond words now. He began to jerk his hips instinctively, jabbing his stiff cock in her mouth, and then all of a sudden he bellowed with pleasure and began to come. Carol quivered with excitement when she felt the first sizzling blast of his jism.
“Awwwwwww!” John bawled.
Her mouth was quickly filled with delicious hot cream, but she kept sucking powerfully on his squirting cock till it was limp and empty. Then she let it slip from her lips. She gurgled lustily as she swallowed load after load of tasty come. When she was finished, she licked her lips, getting every last drop. John watched her, flushed and wondering.
“You really didn’t mind that?” he said when he’d caught his breath.
“I loved it!” Carol said with a wicked grin. “I kind of think you enjoyed it, too.”
John laughed weakly. “Enjoyed, hell. It blew me away. But surely that isn’t the only thing you wanted to teach me? I mean, there must be a lot I can do for you.”
“There certainly is, darling,” Carol purred. “And you can start doing it right now.”
She lay down on her back and opened her legs brazenly wide, showing him the whole gleaming pink expanse of her pussy. John blushed, as she’d expected him to, but he eagerly knelt between her legs and studied her moist swollen slit. In all the years of their marriage, he’d been too shy to do that. Now he made up for lost time, hungrily scanning her bright red clit, plump pussylips and small shadowed cunt-mouth.
“Gorgeous,” he sighed, “but what do I do with it?”
Carol grinned and said, “Lick it, kiss it, suck it. Whatever occurs to you. You’ll soon figure out what I like best.”
John’s face flamed, but she knew it was half from lust. He dived eagerly into her pussy, as if he’d been fantasizing for years about going down on her. Probably he had. She felt him gently parting the blonde-furred lips of her bush and isolating the red-hot bud of her clit. Tenderly he kissed the fat little button, and then she felt his wet tongue-tip timidly stroking it.
“Ummmmmmmmmm, that’s very nice, darling,” Carol sighed. “But you don’t have to be gentle. You can do it harder than that.”
Gradually and gently she trained him just how to lick and tease her clit. John was eager to learn and caught on quickly. His moist hot tongue lashed and rimmed her greedy little joy button, and Carol squealed with delight. At last, her husband was becoming the superb lover she’d dreamed of.
“Ohhhhh, that’s marvelous, John,” she told him. “I love that. Yes, darling, lick me, suck me.”
John planted his mouth on the steamy little lump of her clit and started to suck it hard and fast. Carol’s body arched up in ecstasy, and suddenly her whole pussy was flooded with scalding cunt-juice. Fiery pleasure ripped through her belly, then exploded in a delicious climax.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Carol wailed.
John’s face was flooded with her fragrant sticky cream, but he kept right on hungrily sucking her clit until her final spasms passed. Only then did he raise his head from her drenched slit and look at her wonderingly.
“Did I do that okay?” he said.
“Perfect,” Carol sighed. “Little did I know I was married to a natural-born pussy-eater.”
John reddened, but this time with pride. “God, I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long,” he said. “But I was afraid you’d be turned off.”
“Well, now you know better, darling,” Carol said. “Nothing turns me off, not as long as if feels find to both of us.”
“Oh, yeah?” John grinned. “Then let’s see what you think of this.”
His head dipped down between her widely parted thighs, and then she screeched with pleasure as she felt his long thick tongue snaking eagerly into her juicy little cunt. She threw her legs around his neck, wanting his thick tongue as deep as possible in her hungry twat. John thrust it in clear to the root before he began working it in cock-like jerks, tongue-fucking her furiously.
“Eeeeeeeee!” Carol wailed.
With that kind of mind-blowing stimulus, it didn’t take her long at all to climax a second time. The violent spasms shook her body, and she felt John’s tongue stuffing and probing her juicy little cunt-hole the whole time. Finally she flopped back limp and satisfied, and he raised his cream-soaked face from her pussy.
“Look what I’ve got for you,” he leered.
Dizzily Carol glanced down at him. He knelt between her legs, and his cock was stiff as a board. She returned his wicked grin. They’d had enough preliminaries for one night, and she was dying to take that big stiff monster into her cunt. But not in the missionary position. She was thoroughly bored with that.
“What are you doing, honey?” John asked as she scrambled out from under him.
Carol didn’t answer. She just rolled onto her hands and knees and stuck her adorable little round ass high in the air. It didn’t take John more than a second to figure out what she wanted. He grinned and hurried over to kneel behind her. His hands sweated with excitement as he grasped her hips. Then she felt his enormous rock-hard cock sliding up her hot slick cunt.
“Oooooo, yes!” Carol squealed. “Put your cock in me, John… fuck me. Fuck me HARD!”
He was too excited to do it any other way. He began balling her like a pile driver, deep hard furious thrusts that made Carol wail with delight and claw the bed. Her only worry now was that he’d come way too fast, like he always did, too fast for her to get off. But she needn’t have worried.
This was a brand-new liberated John. He fucked her steadily, deliciously, for fifteen minutes, bringing her off again and again. It was a dream fuck, the thorough and expert balling she’d fantasized about for so long. When it was over, she felt completely satisfied for the first time in their marriage. John bellowed, shot his load into her, and they sank down on the bed together, panting and happy.
“Oh, John, that was wonderful,” Carol sighed. “Just the way I always wanted it.”
“I wanted it that way, too,” he confessed, “but I was afraid of wearing you out.”
“Afraid?” Carol said. “I never want to hear that word from you again. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything you want when we make love.”
“Oh?” John said, a note of hesitation in his voice. “Well, there is something I want. I mean, something I’d like to try. Something you did, but I didn’t get in on it. I mean…”
Carol suddenly understood. “Why, John, you devil,” she giggled. “I never dreamed you’d go for that, but I think it’s a terrific idea. Let’s go.”
They leapt off the bed and hurried out of the room, not bothering to dress. Hand in hand they entered the living room. The others were still there, taking a breather and having a drink, and none of them were dressed, either. As John and Carol entered the room, they all looked up expectantly.
“Carol and I have, uh, solved our problem,” John said with a slight blush. “We were wondering if we could rejoin the party.”
The others broke into laughter, and Brent said, “For sure, old friend. The more the merrier. Right, ladies?”
Lucie and Amy had been frankly eyeing John’s cock. Even in it’s limp state, it was enormous. Now in answer to Brent’s question, the two women hurried over to John, took his arms, and led him to the big fur rug in front of the fireplace. John blushed but hardly protested as they eased him down on his back.
“John, darling, I certainly hope you like eating pussy,” Lucie cooed.
She hopped over him, straddling his chest, her little round ass just grazing his nipples. She brought her coal-black bush right up to his face. John’s eyes widened huge, and then he broke into a delighted grin. He parted the lips of her curly black bush and saw the tiny red bud of her clit. His tongue snaked out to tickle the moist sensitive lump.
“Oooooooooo!” Lucie squealed. “Yes, baby, lick my clit. Beautiful!”
John started eating Lucie’s pussy as if he’d been doing it all his life. Carol grinned, proud of him and glad for him. Meanwhile little red-haired Amy crept between his legs and nuzzled into his crotch, her small pink tongue flashing out. She lapped and tickled his big flaccid cock and wrinkled rosy nut sacs. John gave a loud happy sigh.
Carol could hardly believe what she saw. Her formerly uptight and puritanical husband was lying naked on a bearskin rug, gobbling one girl’s pussy while another girl gave him head – and he seemed completely delighted and at ease. Carol didn’t feel jealous, though. Their marriage needed a shot in the arm like this, and it would teach John a lot of wonderful new things to do to her when they were alone.
“Well,” Brent chuckled, “it looks like John’s well taken care of. The girls have been wanting some new blood. They’ll keep him busy for quite a while.”
As he spoke, he was looking hungrily at Carol’s gorgeous full-breasted body. She gave him a frank and lusty grin, and then they were in each other’s arms, pawing, kissing, sinking to the carpet. They wrestled around for a bit, and then when Brent was on his back, Carol dived for his cock. It was half erect when she sucked it deep into her mouth, then suddenly rigid and swollen as it touched the back of her throat.
“Yeah, baby, yeah!” Brent gasped. “Give me some head. Terrific.”
“Make room for me,” Tom said, setting aside his drink and hurrying over.
Carol bent low over Brent’s dick and thrust her pert round ass up in the air. Tom dropped to his knees behind her, and she felt his hot breath deliciously fanning her naked slit. Then his scalding tongue touched her sensitive pussy, lashing eagerly up and down, teasing her clit and cunt and asshole.
“Ummmmmmmmm,” Carol moaned.
She glanced over and caught John’s eye. She was still sucking furiously on Brent’s cock, he was still busily licking Lucie’s slit, but they managed to exchange a brief warm glance that was worth a thousand words. They knew they’d enjoy swinging, that they’d ball other people now and then, but that they loved each other and would have the best times together.
“Now this is want I call a fun evening,” Brent sighed.
“Yeah,” Tom said, “but I just wonder when that snow will melt so we can get out of here.”
“Let it snow,” John said blissfully.
Carol couldn’t have agreed more.