Parking her small, foreign sports car in the parking lot beside the building where her husband maintained the Eko-Klean office, Annabelle Foxx, who had been doing some shopping and decided on the spur of the moment to drop in on Hugo, climbed out and hurried into the coolness of the building.
In the outer office, she greeted Janice Baker, Hugo's receptionist-secretary, breezily and asked her to announce her presence.
Startled and fearful, Janice, loyal secretary that she was told her, "I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Foxx, but your husband is in conference. He said not to disturb him!"
Annabelle regarded the secretary with cool blue eyes. "All right, I'll wait."
"It'll be more than a half-hour, yet, and right after that he has another important appointment…"
"I'll wait!" She was adamant now. "Just tell Hugo that I'm here! He'll see me!"
Stricken, Janice said, "No! I can't do that!"
Reading the appointment book upside down, Annabelle saw two names entered for two-thirty: A. Hartman and Virginia Brooks. The remainder of the page was blank. She's lying! Then she noticed Janice's agitation. It must have something to do with that woman who's in there with him! Edging around the receptionist's desk, Hugo's wife strode toward his office door, determined to find out for herself what was going on in there. Several things she had noticed lately had broadened the suspicion in her mind that her husband was having extra-marital sex, and this was a chance to catch him in the act. She had the office door open before Janice, with a little cry, could spring from her chair and follow her. "Really! Mrs. Foxx!"
The office, of course, was empty.
"Oh, so his conference with Mrs. Brooks – or is it Miss? – is taking place in his private office?" Annabelle's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Janice dropped her eyes and mumbled, "Yes, I suppose so."
"Then I'll just have a little peek… to make sure everything is on the up and up!"
Quickly, she headed for the door to Hugo's little hideaway. Janice was there tugging at her arm and pleading, "Please – Mrs. Foxx! What good would it do for you to do that?"
"Let go of me!" Annabelle shrieked.
"No!" Janice plastered herself against the door, attempting to bar her boss' wife.
"My, my! Such loyalty!" Hugo's wife's lips curled in derision.
"I need my job!"
"And I need to know what my husband's doing in there!"
"You don't have to go in there t-to find out!"
"Then you know?"
"Yes…" Janice admitted.
Annabelle Foxx crossed to her husband's desk and slumped into his big upholstered chair. "I-is she… pretty?"
"Yes."
"And young, I suppose?"
"About twenty, maybe…"
So I was right! Jealousy and a deep hurt mingled and spread through her. Damn him! Tears brimmed her blue eyes, and nervously she brushed back a lock of platinum blonde hair that had straggled across her forehead. She should have known it when she married him. It was a second marriage for Hugo, and it had never been clear to her why his first marriage had ended in divorce. Now she knew! He's not satisfied with one woman at a time! At that point, she was not sure what she would do. I'll have to think about it before I do anything… rash! She spotted the intercom console on Hugo's desk and an idea flashed into her mind.
"Is there an intercom in there?" she asked her husband's secretary, who still stood at the door to his private office.
"Yes, there is!"
Annabelle studied the instrument for a moment, then reached out to press a switch.
"Oh, God, Mrs. Foxx! D-don't!" Janice knew what would happen, as sounds came tinnily over the speaker. Too late! I couldn't stop her!
A woman's voice: "Oooohh! That hurts!"
Listening, Annabelle Foxx visualized her husband's enormously thick penis slamming deep into that unseen, unknown woman's nakedly exposed vagina, and she knew what the other woman felt. Sometimes he still hurts me, when he shoves his cock into me!
Hugo was speaking, then, "Believe me, you'll be glad I took time for this! I've used three fingers on you – and I think you're ready now! Get up on your knees with your ass up in the air! I'm going to fuck you from behind, dog-fashion!"
Rustling, indistinct sounds came over the speaker, then two or three moments later, the woman cried out moaningly, "No! You're too big!"
Oh, he didn't have it in her yet!
Again Hugo: "Like hell I am! Anyway, it's too late to start changing your mind! Reach back between your legs and put it in!" Silence! Annabelle's face flushed. God! He's such a dominating bastard! There was a tiny spark of sympathy for the woman in there in that room… and unbidden, she felt her own loins begin to glow with an unexpected sensual arousal and her inner vaginal lips becoming slippery. She resented it. Damn! I'm getting hot listening to my own husband fuck a strange woman!
"What are you waiting for? Put my cock in that tight little cunt of yours! Now!" Hugo commanded.
Crack! It was the unmistakable sound of a flesh-stinging slap! The son-of-a-bitch! The woman screamed, and Annabelle had no difficulty in imagining how he had thrust his hotly throbbing cock deep into the woman's cringing cunt.
Then Janice was there beside her hissing into her ear. "Isn't that enough, Mrs. Foxx? We've got t-to get out of here!"
"Relax doll! Relax and enjoy it! It's not as bad as you think! You'll get used to it in a few minutes!" Her husband's voice was more gentle now. I don't think I've really ever gotten used to it! Annabelle could almost feel it herself.
There was more silence, followed by more indistinct sounds.
Janice rushed across to disconnect the open line to her boss' private office, but Annabelle slapped her hand away. "Stop it!" she whispered hissingly. "What's the woman's name?"
"I don't remember…"
"Brooks! That's it! I remember now! Virginia Brooks! Her husband's got a service station business!" Annabelle Foxx mused.
From the speaker, now, Virginia's passionate moan, "Oh, God! you're right! It doesn't hurt anymore, Hugo! So f-fuck me…now! Oh, God, Hugo, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" God! Annabelle thought about how often she had begged her husband just as abjectly.
"Who's in there with them?" she snapped at her husband's secretary.
"Mr. Hartman, Arthur Hartman…"
"His wife's name is Phyllis?"
"Yes, I think so…"
Virginia Brooks, again: "Wh-what…?"
"It's time for you to start sucking my cock!" It was the other man, Hartman, speaking.
"Damn! I wish I had a tape of this!" Annabelle thought aloud.
Janice gasped, "N-no!"
"S-suck it?" Virginia was questioning.
"Yeah, baby… just like a lollipop!"
"B-but…"
"No buts about it! This is the way both of us fuck you at the same time! You knew that!"
"No! God… I-I didn't dream…!"
"She is young… and inexperienced!" Annabelle observed.
Hartman now: "Open your mouth, Virginia baby!" Then, after a short silence, "Just take it easy! Relax and use your tongue!" She's got it in her mouth now! Mrs. Foxx had heard enough. She punched the button to the off position. Silence pervaded Hugo's office.
"I want some addresses, Janice!" Annabelle's voice was coldly businesslike.
"I'll give them to you, if you'll make a promise to me," the secretary bargained.
"What's that?"
"I need this job! I-I've got a young daughter to support and…"
"No husband?"
"N-no!" Janice admitted. "Please promise me that you'll never tell your husband that you got in here and listened to this! He'd fire me on the spot!"
"Okay, that's fair enough. I won't tell him!" Annabelle promised. "Now, I want those addresses and telephone numbers!" There was an indistinct plan forming in her mind. "I'm going to put a rack of horns on his head!" she vowed. "One way or another!"
Returning to the outer office, Janice Baker found the information Mrs. Foxx wanted and wrote it out for her. Annabelle took the slip of paper and asked, "Will you tell me how many other women he's got coming in here?"
"No, Mrs. Foxx… I-I can't tell you that!"
Fixing her with a cold stare, she asked one more stabbing question. "Are you one of his… women?"
Janice was too startled to think of lying. "Y-yes," she confessed. "Yes, I-I am…" She flushed pinkly to the roots of her auburn hair and looked away in embarrassment. She, too, had been aroused by what she had heard and had been wondering whether her satyr boss would have enough energy left over for a sexual romp with her. "But, I-I didn't want it to be that way!"
"No, I suppose not!" Annabelle said. "I don't suppose any of us could resist him, once he gets you alone with him!"
The meeting on the following day, which Annabelle had arranged between her and Phyllis Hartman, was very rewarding in many ways.
It started off with some tentative sparring. Probing for attitudes in Phyllis Hartman, Annabelle soon uncovered the fact that Phyllis was aware of her husband's philandering, but it came as yet another shock when Phyllis admitted that she, too, occupied Hugo Foxx's bed in his private office two or three times a week.
Having lived with the poisoning suspicion that her husband was playing around with other women, and once having found out for sure that he was, Annabelle was determined that two could play at that game, the same as Phyllis Hartman had done.
For a while there was an uneasy relationship between them, of wronged wife and other woman, but as they talked further, consuming a pair of martinis apiece, they moved into a friendly camaraderie in which they began to share intimate bits of information about themselves with each other, about their relationship with Hugo, about what they could do together to both Hugo and Arthur Hartman to put them in their places.
Finally, the two women, drawn together in their mutual misery, their bellies warmed by a third martini and their talk of sex leading them on to it, found themselves talking ever more intimately, as they planned what they would do on the following day… if possible.
"We'd have to put on a good lesbian act," Phyllis said, finding it difficult to control her breathing. "You know what we'd have to do!"
Annabelle was remembering how it had been when she was attending a private finishing school for girls. "Yes, I know… I know all about it!" One of her hands stole out to Phyllis' rapidly heaving breast to knead and caress, discovering that the other woman wasn't wearing a brassiere.
Cringing away, Phyllis gasped, "Oh God! Not now, Annabelle! Not right now!" Then she moaned as the gently caressing hand moved to the other breast.
In the next instant, the two moaning women were clinging to each other, their wetly open mouths seeking and finding lips; to kiss, their tongues entwining probingly and their hands searching feverishly the lushly ripened mounds and curves of each other to caress and fondle. And then they were on the bed in Phyllis and Arthur's bedroom, Phyllis a little apprehensive, yet, but willing to learn, as the flames of her forbidden passion were blown by a giant bellows into white-hot heat. Then, naked on the bed, their hotly hungering tongues, mouths and faces buried in the warmly perfumed flesh up between each other's outspread legs, they tasted the joys of woman-love, tender and sweet…
"I suppose we could call this a rehearsal," Annabelle suggested, lighting a cigarette afterward and lounging back, slim and willowy in her platinum blonde loveliness.
"Yes, I guess we could," Phyllis agreed, "but I don't know how I missed out on this, all of these years!" Her sigh was languid, satisfied, and she gazed lovingly at the other naked woman with smoky, full-lidded eyes.
Leon Brooks had been busy all morning long. Noontime had been hectic, and now, as it neared two o'clock, most of the work was cleared up. He was glad for the time to eat his lunch finally, drink some hot coffee and enjoy a cigarette.
He was sitting in his office, from which he could see all of the service station area. The telephone rang.
"I'm having a terrible time trying to get my car started," an agitated woman's voice told him.
"What's happening?"
"It just grinds."
"Well, it's not your battery. Where are you?"
She gave him the address.
"That's a motel."
"That's right. We're in room sixteen, on the left as you drive in!"
"And what kind of car is it?"
"It's a blue Triumph."
"Okay, I'll be there in about ten or fifteen minutes!" Leon told her, then asked. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Annabelle – Annabelle Foxx!"
Leon found the car parked in front of room sixteen just as Mrs. Foxx had told him it would be. He lifted the lid of the engine compartment and found the trouble almost immediately: the wires leading from the distributor to the spark plugs had been disconnected. "Damn!" he growled to himself. "Somebody's playing jokes or something!" He replaced the wires on their proper connectors in something like thirty seconds, then looking in at the dash panel, he discovered that the ignition keys were not there. Well, I'll get the keys and try it – collect my money and get the hell back to the station!
"Mrs. Foxx?" Leon asked. "Your car is fixed, I think… and if I can have the keys, I'll see whether it starts now."
"Oh, that's fine!" Annabelle gushed. "Just step in, and I'll see if I can find them!" She threw open the door.
Leon gasped and hesitated a moment, but he wasn't able to resist staring at her as she stepped back to let him enter. She was wearing a frilly dressing robe that he could almost look right through, and the way it gapped open at the top, he got a good look at her full white breasts swelling out so delightfully under the thin material. He was sure that she wasn't wearing anything else. Level blue eyes looked out at him over a little snub nose, and her sensuous wet lips smiled at him invitingly. Her silvery blonde hair was combed down straight to her shoulders. She saw his hesitation and added, "I'll have to find my checkbook, too, so I can pay you for your trouble."
Momentarily, Leon wondered whether her friendly invitation, her somewhat careless display of her charms, and the disconnected spark plug wires on her car, was a trap, a trap set for him by this designing woman to get him alone with her. Hell! Maybe she's one of those women who prowl around picking up guys because they're not being taken care of at home! His interest was piqued almost instantly. Well, I've got nothing to lose! He stepped through the door.
Then he saw her! A second woman with jet-black hair smiled up at him from the bed. She was completely naked, her voluptuously ripened body arranged provocatively, and he couldn't miss the vision of full-mounded breasts, the pink nipples standing erect already, the nipped-in waist, curving hips and softly tapered thighs of a thoroughly desirable woman. Leon stopped short, staring with unabashed manly interest. The door swung shut behind him, and he heard the dead bolt click home. What the hell? Two of them! Probably a couple of lesbians – but what kind of games are they playing?
"Excuse me, ladies, but I don't want to break up your fun and games!" He turned back toward the door, something telling him he'd better leave, now!
Annabelle was loosening her robe. The front of it was open, revealing the supple willowiness of her lushly mature body, and his eyes swiveled to take in the beauty of it, aware at the same time of his rapidly rising penis down below as his hotly pounding blood charged into it.
"We were hoping that you'd want to stick around and watch," Annabelle told him with a lewd little smile curling her lips.
Christ! They're a couple of kooks! "What makes you think that?" he asked, knowing already that he would stay, that dynamite couldn't get him out of here now.
The woman on the bed spoke for the first time. "Because, we think most men do like to watch!"
"My friend's name is Phyllis," Annabelle told him. "Phyllis Hartman!"
Leon nodded mutely toward Phyllis, on the bed, as the introduction was made.
"But, I don't get it! Why…? Why me?"
Her robe off, now, Annabelle walked nakedly toward the bed, and Leon couldn't keep his eyes off of her sensually rippling buttocks and long, smooth, tapering legs. "There's only one thing we have to know for sure!" she told him.
"What's that?"
"Are you Leon Brooks… and is your wife's name Virginia?"
"Yes, on both counts!" he answered, then asked, "What's that got to do with it?"
"We just wanted to make sure!" Phyllis told him, asking a final question: "And your wife, Virginia – does she sell Eko-Klean?"
"Yes, she does." Leon was completely mystified. Jesus Christ! Just what in hell is going on here?
The two women exchanged glances knowingly, and Annabelle said brightly, "Okay! That's good enough for us!"
The service station owner watched as she lay down on the bed beside Phyllis Hartman, one of her tiny white hands reaching out to caress the black-haired beauty's ripe, firm breasts. He came to the foot of the bed; looking down at them, he asked, "Aren't you going to tell me what this is all about? What does my wife have to do with it? Or what does Eko-Klean have to do with you two… and her?"
"We'll explain it all later!" Mrs. Foxx said. "Meanwhile, maybe all of us can have some fun… if you're interested…"
"I thought you wanted me to watch?"
"Oh, we do, but if you get any ideas… well… feel free… you know?"
He was getting ideas all right! Below, his rapidly thickening cock was throbbing to full erection. The two voluptuous, naked women were facing each other now, lying on their sides, their full firm breasts pressed close together, and below, he saw their smoothly rounded loins straining against each other, Annabelle's golden-haired triangle rubbing in eager little circles against the darker, curling hair of Mrs. Hartman's loins, whose sleekly curving thighs were slightly spread, allowing the blonde's softly tapered thigh to slide up between them. Damn! It was really giving him ideas! Maybe they're both horny… both of them working together… getting their excitement that way – or maybe the lesbian act is just a way of making sure I'm interested! But Jesus! Two at a time? He was a little dubious. Of course, I could be wrong! Maybe they just get their kicks having somebody watching them…
The two women's mouths melted together in a deep, tongue-jousting kiss. Both women, he noted, had closed their eyes, while their hands were roaming caressingly over the naked contours of each other's body. He could only watch for another moment before he knew that he would have to be a part of it, had to join them there on the bed. Forgotten was Virginia, his wife, and vows of fidelity. This was heady stuff, and who was he to turn and run away from a pulchritudinous feast like this, especially when it seemed to be laid just for him?
Still standing at the foot of the bed watching the two nakedly writhing women, Leon began to divest himself of his clothing. It didn't take very long until he stood there with his clothes strewn around him, the rock-hard shaft of his pulsating cock standing up at an acute angle. Then he crawled up on the bed, his itching hands reaching out to begin a caressing exploration of each of the women's satin-smooth, warmly vibrant bodies.
Their kiss was broken momentarily as Phyllis looked up at him through smoke-gray eyes and murmured, "So you are interested?"
"You're damned right I am! Would you expect me not to be?"
"Not really!" Annabelle said.
"Does the name Hugo Foxx mean anything to you?" It was Phyllis asking it, as she stretched out a hand toward him.
He pressed up close to her, and she began fondling his now painfully pulsating cock, her fingers moving along its thick length appreciatively. "No. Should it?" he asked.
"He's the Area Supervisor for Eko-Klean… and Annabelle's husband!" Phyllis said.
Leon swiveled his eyes to focus on the platinum blonde's face and she smiled her affirmation, adding, "And Phyllis' husband is your wife's sponsor!"
"Arthur! Arthur Hartman!" he grunted. "So what's the deal, getting me here, in bed with you, making me think I could fuck you both? Is this some kind of trick?"
"No, no tricks!" Annabelle grinned. "You'll have your fun… and so will we!"
"But your husbands?"
"No problem!" Phyllis assured him. "They don't know about this!"
The young gas station owner was wary, now. He didn't understand these two women at all, couldn't divine their motives, but he was so heatedly aroused now that it would have been almost impossible for him to walk out on them. Phyllis' hand was caressing him to even greater hardness. "Relax, Leon darling!" she murmured.
Then Annabelle was moving. She was up on her knees and reversing her naked body, forcing Leon to move aside, as she threw one leg over Phyllis' head to straddle her in the classic sixty-nine position; then, spreading her firm satiny thighs, she lowered her pink pussy down over the black-haired woman's face. Instantly, as he watched avidly, feeling the quickening of his own breath and the surging pound of his racing blood, he saw Phyllis' pink little tongue snake out sinuously from between her lips and lick up toward the coral-pinkness of the moistly hovering cunt above her head. "Christ!" he breathed, as his wildly throbbing cock jerked involuntarily. "Chee-rist!" God! He would have loved to be doing that himself!
Phyllis' faintly quivering thighs were spread wide, and Annabelle's head slowly lowered down between them. Leon shifted his gaze to watch. He saw her tongue lash out to bury itself in the wetly glistening vaginal opening. Phyllis shivered with a lewd delight, and Leon was aware of the mewling humming sounds coming from their throats as well as the obscene sucking noises as each hungrily tongue-fucked the other. Hell! They were literally all wrapped up in each other, and there was nothing he could do except caress their sensually writhing bodies. He did that.
His hand went out between the two soft warm bodies, first to the kneeling Annabelle's, where he fondled her ripely dangling breasts and dug his fingers into the smooth, pliant flesh, cupping them up and rolling the hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Then he saw that he could use both hands. He slid his other hand up over Phyllis' tautly rippling belly to her chest to knead and caress the quivering softness of her full-mounding breasts. He was getting so hotly aroused that he was beginning to wonder whether he could last through it. Of course, never in his life had he thought he would ever have the chance to fuck two such sensually attractive women at the same time. He thought about that. No! It's impossible! Fucking them one after the other is what it really is! That means I've got to hold back until the second one's ready to cum! He just hoped to hell he could do it!
Now Phyllis and Annabelle were wildly grinding their wetly glistening pussies into each other's faces, and their breathing was raspy in their throats. Christ! They're both turned on… and so far gone they might start cumming any minute! Apparently they seemed to realize it too, for Phyllis was struggling to push Annabelle's savagely writhing cunt up away from her mouth and making strangling noises in her throat.
Finally, Annabelle raised her head from the other woman's visibly pulsating pussy, her lips glistening moistly from the perfumed lubricant flowing from the black-haired woman's hotly seething cunt.
"Oh, God!" Annabelle muttered. "I almost forgot! It was so good I just wanted it to go on and on!" She scrambled up from her position over Phyllis and said throatily to Leon, "But, I do want to finish up by being fucked half to death by that big hard prick of yours!" Her eyes were riveted now on his massively throbbing penis as she straightened herself around on the bed and lay back nakedly supine, her thighs spreading wide in an obscene invitation to be fucked. "Come on, lover! Stick that beautiful prick in me, now!"
Leon immediately crawled in between her thighs and started to lower himself between them, when Phyllis gasped out her objections. "No! Damn it! I'm ready for him too! I've got to have it – right now!"
Unexpectedly, Leon found himself in the enviable but unfortunate position of having to choose which one to satisfy first of the two fully aroused women. "Christ!" he groaned, not really sounding unhappy about the situation. "I can only fuck one of you at a time! The other one'll have to wait!"
Beneath him Annabelle was reaching down between their naked bodies to tightly grasp his rampantly ready cock, and with a deft, expert hand she guided it to the moistly heated opening of her seething pussy, then, without warning, she arched her back and bucked up against him to force his lust-swollen cockhead just inside her hotly throbbing cunt.
"And I've got him! I've got his prick in me already, Phyllis!" Annabelle crooned triumphantly, as her satiny hips undulated up to him to absorb more of his thick rod of male flesh. Then as an after thought she suggested, "You could use your hand and finger yourself darling… while you're waiting!"
Leon couldn't wait! His impatiently pulsing cock was there already, half-buried in Annabelle's wetly clasping cuntal sheath. With a quick thrust of his hips, he drove his just-hardened penis deep into her, feeling the delightful flutterings of the blonde's interior vaginal muscles all along his thick throbbing length. There was no stopping him then. He began to fuck in and out of her heatedly quivering pussy with a smooth steady beat, hoping that he would be able to bring her to orgasm right away without cumming himself. Hell! I'm in a real fix! He hated the position he had been forced into, yet it was no making of his own, being forced to choose between the two sexually aroused and bickering women.
"No! Wait!" Phyllis cried frantically, putting her face down close, so that she was talking to both of them. "Listen to me! Leon can fuck both of us at the same time! It's a weird position I read about in some Chinese sex book! Art and I were reading it, and I remember now what it said!"
Leon was interested in what she was saying, even though Annabelle's rapidly rippling vaginal muscles were about to drive him mad. "How does it work?" he asked. "I've only got one cock to use!"
"You'll have to stop, so I can show you!" Phyllis' voice was urgent and her hand had stolen down to her wetly aroused pussy, where she used her finger to rub caressingly down one side of her pulsing little clitoris. "Oh, please stop! It can be done!"
Leon stopped. He was deeply affected by the urgency of her need, her sobbing cry for fulfillment.
But Annabelle, writhing beneath him, was so far gone that she screamed out, "Oh, God, Leon, darling, keep on fucking me! You can't stop now!" Her fiercely grasping hands came down to his naked buttocks to pull him deep into her, while at the same time her hips wildly gyrated up against him; then she was pulling her knees up until her thighs were pressing hard against the soft, pliant mounds of her breasts, which were now lightly covered with tiny droplets of sweat signifying her full sexual arousal. "Oh, God! Fuck me! Hard!" she moaned out piteously.
"Let's try it!" Leon said, making his own decision. "I've never fucked two women at the same time, and I'd like to see what happens." He raised himself up on hands and knees, pulling his long wetly glistening cock out of Annabelle's tightly clasping vagina. He didn't want to stop the delicious fucking of her any more than she wanted him to, but if there was a solution to his dilemma, one that would include Phyllis, he wanted to try it. Futilely, the loudly wailing Annabelle tried to hang on to him, but he pulled himself clear of her grasping hands and wantonly writhing hips and legs to growl, "All right, Phyllis, show us this so-called Chinese position!"
Mewling joyous sounds in her throat, Phyllis Hartman was already moving to obey. "It's really very simple… according to the directions I read in that book!"
As she faced Leon, she slowly sat down on the blonde's belly, her back to the other girl's face. Then she lay down backwards, her own back pressed tightly into the nakedly trembling breasts of Annabelle beneath so that her openly spread vagina was directly above that of the blonde's below.
Leon understood instantly how it would work, and crawled in between both women's widely parted thighs, as Phyllis pulled her knees up and spread her legs even wider. Looking down, he saw both their hair-fringed, wetly waiting pussies, one above the other, only a couple of inches apart: Phyllis' dark-haired cunt, its pink inner layers flowered open to receive his hotly pulsating cock, contrasting sharply with the blonde, softly curling pubic hair of Annabelle's moistly quivering vagina below.
"Christ!" he exploded in surprise. "It is possible to fuck you both at the same time!"
"Come on, Leon! Fuck us now! First stick your cock in me, then pull it out all the way and fuck it into Annabelle's pussy, then back and forth between us!" Phyllis panted in lewd anticipation.
"Oh God! Hurry up and fuck us!" It was Annabelle, below.
With an ecstatic willingness born of the erotically mind-boggling spectacle of two soft warm cunts waiting hungrily there for his painfully throbbing cock to start fucking them, Leon slammed his hips forward and drove his long hard penis straight into Phyllis' impatiently waiting vagina, going deep and hard, and feeling her hot inner walls cling to him as his lust-incited cockhead flicked past her cervix and struck the far back wall of her cuntal sheath. Pulling his madly pulsating cock all the way out of her eagerly churning pussy then, he tilted his hips downward slightly and plunged again into Annabelle's wetly seething vaginal opening below. All three of them groaned in a wanton delight as they visualized the lewd spectacle they were participating in.
Then he began to alternate, driving first upward into Phyllis above, then downward into Annabelle below. After several thrusts he began fucking each of them deeply and accurately. At first he was aware of the differences between their wetly clasping cunts, but after a few moments it was hard for him to know into which pussy he was thrusting.
Annabelle's hands came up between Phyllis' arms and cupped the firmly dancing mounds of the black-haired woman's breasts; she began caressing them and rolling her coned-out nipples to an even harder, erection. Phyllis shivered and moaned in lewd delight and Leon saw that the blonde's lips were fervently kissing Phyllis' back and neck.
"Oh, ooooohhh, OOOOOhhhh!" Annabelle mewled. "It's beautiful! Oh, my God! Fuck me! Haaaaard! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!"
Slaving away above them, Leon tried! God! How he tried! He slammed his thick, lust-hardened cock alternately into each of their eagerly grinding pussies, knowing that time and the intensity of his wildly exciting passion was going to catch up with him soon in a spewing, mind-blowing orgasm as he felt the acidlike burn of it like a signal flare deep in his loins at the base of his hard thrusting cock.
Annabelle came! She screamed in full-throated rapture. "Oooooooooohhhhh! IIIII-I'mmmmm cummmmmiiiiinnnng! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuugggghhhh!" Her naked young body below convulsed, long legs thrashed, and she thrust her wetly quivering cunt up at his thick impaling shaft with such fury that she lifted Phyllis and Leon completely off the mattress. He rammed into her deeply, then withdrew to thrust his moistly glistening penis into Phyllis' wildly clasping cunt above. In the next instant, he was stroking into Annabelle's softly heated vaginal flesh, and she moaned aloud, "Oh, God, Leon! Shove your prick in me… just a couple more times! I'm… I'm… ohhhh!"
He did. He stayed right there with her, punching his now wildly vibrating cock into her several times in succession – and she came a second time with an unearthly, banshee shriek of pure pleasure. "AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh! Oh, Goddddd, Goddddd!"
Quickly, he withdrew from Annabelle's frantically quivering cunt and thrust it upward deep into Phyllis' hotly clinging pussy above, where with several nonstop jarring strokes, he brought the dark-haired woman rapidly to the brink of her release.
"Oh, that's it! Leon! Oh, God, Leon! I'm going to cum, too! IIIII'mmmmm cuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnng, nowwwww! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuguuggggghhhhh!"
As Phyllis convulsed, her legs flopping lewdly out to her sides and her eyes swam unseeingly while delicious ripples of relaxing muscle spasms surged through her nakedly orgasming body.
Damn! Both of them! They both came! The young service station owner was overjoyed. Then he simply let go and his wildly jerking cock pumped deliciously as his hot white semen hosed through the long length of his still-thrusting penis to jet from the tiny slit in its tip. Satisfied sexually and intensely happy with himself, he enjoyed the ecstatic sensation of his sperm ejaculating deep into Phyllis' hotly nibbling vagina. "God!" he grunted with heartfelt joy. "God, that was something else!"
He forebore the desire to just collapse on top of the two naked women, but he knew that his added weight on top of Annabelle would be too much for her. Reluctantly, he pulled his rapidly softening cock from Phyllis' tightly clasping vagina with a lewd wet sucking sound. He rolled to his side and Phyllis followed suit, shifting so that Leon lay nakedly stretched out between them.
It was several minutes before any of them said anything.
Her breathing under control, Annabelle reached out to caress Leon's chest and murmured, "Well, it worked after all… and you're really quite a man!"
He accepted with a polite demure. Now that it was finished, his mind was racing. He had to know what it was all about… what his wife had to do with all of this!
Phyllis had herself under control now. "Thank you, Leon, darling. You were a real dear to make it so good for both of us!"
Again, with false modesty, Leon passed her compliment off lightly, telling them both, "Hell, it was an experience I wouldn't have missed for anything! How often do you suppose an ordinary guy like me gets the chance to fuck two beautiful, willing women at the same time?"
"Well, it wasn't exactly the way we planned it!" Annabelle admitted. "But it was fun… and different!"
"Okay, ladies, Annabelle, Phyllis, now that we're all settled down, I'd like to know what the hell it's all about. I'm still in the dark, you know! Now, what or how does my wife fit into this?"
There was a moment of silence. Finally it was the blonde who said, "We thought that this would be a nice way for all three of us to get even with our spouses."
"All of us?" he queried, trying to make sense from what she had said. "I don't get it. Why would I want to get even with my wife… and for what?"
Phyllis asked him bluntly, "Then you don't know that my husband, and Annabelle's husband, too, have been balling your wife?"
"No! God damn it, I didn't know that!" Leon exploded, sitting up in disbelief. "Are you sure?" His anger was quick and raging within him!
"We're sure!" Annabelle affirmed.
Phyllis added, "Positively sure! Otherwise we'd never have done what we did today!"
"I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! How did those bastards get to her?" he grated.
"Money! According to what Art, my husband, said, she spent some money belonging to Eko-Klean!" Phyllis explained. "He threatened her with jail, said it would ruin your service station business."
"That damned washing machine!"
"And Art passed her along to Hugo, my husband!" Annabelle explained further.
"I'll knock her God damned cheating head off!"
"Why?" Annabelle reasoned. "You've fucked both of us, remember?"
"Yeah, that's right!" he agreed. "But now what…?"
"Well, you could let her know about us… because we really intend to rub it into our husbands!" Phyllis said grimly.
"I see… make it psychological…?"
"That's right!" It was Phyllis again.
"There's one other thing you ought to know," Annabelle added. "Next week, there's an area-wide meeting in Palm Springs. If you're wise, you'll go along and keep an eye on your wife so that they don't get another chance at her!"
"I'll be there!" Leon said determinedly.
As they were dressing and Leon was preparing to leave, Annabelle asked him coyly, "How much is it for your service call?"
"Are you kidding? There's no charge!"
"We'll see you in Palm Springs, then?" Phyllis asked with a suggestive leer.
"You're damned right! I wouldn't miss it for anything!"