Sherman said he really didn't care for any lunch, but Elizabeth fixed him a sandwich anyway, and brought him an Icy beer with it. Her husband was slumped in one corner of the big living room couch, and she thought he appeared a little worn, or possibly worried.
"The kids are ravenous," she said, putting down the tray. "All that swimming and – exercise, I suppose. That kind of thing makes me go hollow, too, but I'm not in the same good condition you are, dear. I'd better watch my weight"
He had changed to a jump suit of light yellow, which looked interesting against his dark skin and furry arms, but his eyes were shifty, and Sherman wouldn't look her in the face. Elizabeth didn't really know what to do about that, other than just coming out and telling her husband she knew he was fucking their foster daughter. But she was afraid that might be too much of a shock for him, hitting him between the eyes like that.
She said only, "Try your sandwich, dear," and went back into the kitchen. Three bright and expectant faces looked up at her from around the table, and Elizabeth decided on the spot what she was going to do about Sherman.
"Look," she said, "I have an idea. If you kids would go back to the pool – after your food digests, of course – I'll go to work on trapping my husband in my bedroom. By now, I've learned enough so that I can turn him on, too."
Charlene grinned. "He's still turned on; we made it again in the living room, but it seems like he's got some goofy idea that he's a rapist or something because he screwed me."
"He's feeling very guilty," Elizabeth said, "not so much because he's cheating on me, as because you're so young, I think. I had a lot of the same guilty feelings because of Jody, but now I know better, and so will Sherman."
Charlene slid from behind the table and skipped over to kiss Elizabeth, pressing that sensuous, willowy body tightly to her, and darting a hotly sweet tongue into her mouth. Leaning back and sparkling up into Elizabeth's face, she said, "Good luck with him. I hope you get him balling with us real soon, because I miss you. I want more of you, darling – all I can get"
The boys murmured good luck, and Elizabeth winked at them with a confidence she didn't really feel It was worse than seducing a complete stranger, she thought as she walked through the hail and up the stairs. She'd lived with Sherman Anderson for many years, yet neither of them actually knew the other, and there had been so many false barricades erected between them. It could be a struggle trying to tear them down to find the real people on the other sides. But she was going to attempt it, because she had to, for the sake of the children.
No, she corrected herself – it, wasn't only for them; she needed to do something about Sherman and herself, and she had known a strong reawakening of interest in the man, seeing him put that big prick into the girl's tiny pussy.
In her bedroom, she shed her too-damned-sensible robe and made a sarong from a fluffy bath towel Her hair hung loosely down her back, and the mirror told her that she looked good, if not downright seductive. Her ample breasts pushed the towel out, so that their creamy tops were exposed, and her rounded white thighs flashed intriguingly when she moved, hinting at the dark wealth of rich pussy between them.
Hers was a rich pussy, deep and clinging; all the kids said so, and now she was proud of it, thrilled by the pleasures her ripe cunt could give to others, male and female alike. Now she was determined to have her husband find out, because even though he had fucked her countless times, Sherman had never really known how she could fuck him back. But with a little luck, he would soon find out.
She found a bottle of little – used perfume, and dabbed some behind her ears and between her heavy breasts. She heard him climb the stairs and pass her door, and Elizabeth knew he would take a shower now, cleansing his body while he tried to sort out things in his mind. Excitement fingered through her as she sat on the bed, then got back up to restlessly prowl the room while she waited for her husband to come back down the hall.
Knowing his habits, she was reasonably certain that he'd soon be thirsty for a drink, and all the whiskey was downstairs at the bar or in the kitchen cabinet Elizabeth listened closely, hearing the splashing of the kids in the pool, and the young laughter ringing, then picked up Sherman's soft footsteps in the hallway.
Opening the door, she said, "Sherman – may I speak with you for a minute?"
He jumped at the sound of her voice, his face snapping around to her. "Ah – sure, Elizabeth, sure. I was just going – but it can wait Has your headache worn off?"
She nodded. "Completely; I had some very good medicine." Walking ahead of him toward the bed, Elizabeth made certain that her hips undulated sensuously, and when she turned to face her husband again, she lifted her breasts. "It's about the children, Sherman."
Glancing at the bed, he moved to a chair instead, and sat down. He was wearing a terry cloth robe and scuffs, and smelled of soap. He kept the robe discreetly pulled together. "I figured as much," he said. "At least, they'll give us something to discuss, maybe even something in common."
Elizabeth slid onto the bed and crossed her thighs; the towel slid up, and she thought that the shaggy hair of her pubic mound might be peeping below. Putting her hands behind her, she leaned back, and her breasts lifted for his eyes to focus upon them. "It hasn't been easy for either of us, I know. But we don't have to live in a state of armed truce, if we don't want to – not any more. Both of us have been to blame, Sherman, hiding from our true selves as much as from each other. But that's changed. The kids changed it for us."
He frowned, not quite following her line of thought, but obviously beguiled by the flashing of pubic hair and the nipples pressing against the towel. "I – I guess so. They'll be company for you, with me gone so much, give you a new interest."
"Give us both new interests," she said, "and perhaps get us interested in each other again. If we ever were."
"I don't know what you mean," he said, looking down at the carpet.
"The hell you don't," she said sharply. "You were quite interested in little Charlene, there at the pool"
Sherman still tried to bluff it out, saying, "Now look, she's just a child, and there's no reason for you to be – "
"Oh, I'm not jealous," she cut in. "That word is no longer in my vocabulary, except as a relic. And Charlene isn't exactly a child; she proved that to you – at least twice."
He jumped out of the chair. "Did you – were you – "
She smiled up at him. "We were all watching – the boys and I. The first time by the pool, that is; we were too busy up here for your return match in the living room."
Mouth open, he stared at her, until she said smoothly, "Oh Sherman – I'm not angry that you fucked Charlene. I'm happy for you both, and it wasn't really all your doing; we planned it for you."
"What the hell," he muttered.
Elizabeth flipped the bath towel away from her body and uncrossed her legs. Shock was plain on her husband's confused face as he looked down at her nude body, seeing it out. in the open and in the light for the first time. She said throatily, "Am I beautiful, Sherman? Do you want to fuck me now?"
"Damn!" he said. "I never expected – you never let me, wanted me to – yes, Elizabeth, you're a beautiful woman, but I just don't understand what all this is – "
"Don't think it to death," she said, caressing her breasts and offering their hardened dark tips to. him as she swung her lush hips from side to side. "Just feel, Sherman – feel and react and the hell with any kind of logic."
"Yeah," he said, his breath catching in his corded throat, his hands fumbling with the belt of his bathrobe. "Yeah – "
When the robe fell away and his large cock sprang hungrily into view, she reached for it, her fingers playing over the warm velvet skin, the heavily veined covering, and down into the thick hairiness of his balls. Sherman moved like a robot, his knees bumping the edge of the mattress as he stood above her, as Elizabeth toyed with his engorged prick, now running her fingertips across the head, now squeezing gently upon the heavy shaft. She tugged upon his cock, and he tilted toward her, bent toward her upon the waiting bed.
Elizabeth's long and supple legs whipped around his body, bringing him between her aching thighs as her arms drew him down to flatten her breasts against the furriness of his broad chest Sherman's hands raced eagerly over her heated flesh, fondling her hips, her round thighs, the lush sculptures of her ass, and his stiff prick rode against the thatched dampness of her ready mound.
She kissed him fiercely, jamming the length of her tongue deeply into his startled mouth and clashing her teeth against his. Panting, she heaved against him, her heels rolling over the cheeks of his ass and urging him to find the pulsating slit of her avid snatch with his distended cockhead. Already, she was showing him what a marvelous, sensuous piece of hot ass his own wife could be.
Pulling her mouth an inch away from his gasping lips, she hissed it: "Fuck me, Sherman – come on and really fuck me! Slide the beautiful head of that big, hard prick into my hot pussy and feed the meat to me."
She felt the spongy knob feeling, pushing, prodding against her slackened labia, and twirled her pelvis deftly to seat the seeking thing against her vulva. A shudder rippled the length of her husband's body, and Sherman hunched to force the flanged blub into her tempestuous snatch, burrowing in through the elastic cunt lips and pushing it on up inside the satin walls of her steamy vagina.
"Ahhh!" she sighed against his mouth. "Ahh – that's wonderful. I never knew your cock could be so good, never realized your sweet cock was so big, and could fill up my cunt so lovingly. Sherman, Sherman – "
Stroking his club strongly into her, touching bottom with every lingering stroke, Sherman panted, "Damned if I know what's gotten into you, Elizabeth, but I love it You're so hot and juicy, wiggling on my prick and grinding your ass – yeah, yeah – this is how I always hoped it would be for us – you fucking me like this – "
"Beautiful cock," she purred, "fabulous hard meat, sliding up and down in my snatch, and your balls swinging into the crack of my ass – it's marvelous, Sherman – you really are a terrific lover."
"Don't know what the hell got into you," he repeated, "but – "
And she said swiftly, as she gyrated her crotch to ride his plunging pole, "The boys got into me; they got their hard, young pricks into me and turned me on, and I'll never get turned off again."
He stopped screwing in mid – stroke, freezing between her clenching legs, his cockhead buried into the tremulous depths of her receptive pussy. "They – what?"
Elizabeth clung to him, rocking the basket of her hips. "Jody flicked me first, while the other two held me down and kept my legs spread apart. At first it was rape, but once he got that lovely stiff meat moving in me, I knew what it was like to be screwed and to love It. I had my first orgasm with Jody, and it just blew me apart Sherman, don't stop fucking me – "
He didn't move, even as she bucked her hairy crotch hungrily against the embedded root of his cock. He said, "You mean – those little kids. – those boys – "
"Why shouldn't they?" she asked. "Why shouldn't they fuck me, just as you fucked their sister? It made me into a woman, Sherman – a real woman, passionate and eager, and maybe it made you into a real man, too. Ahh – that's It, move your prick inside my cunt, roll your ass around so that your cockhead touches every sensitive part of my pussy – oh darling, darling – "
"I'll be a son of a bitch," he said. "Never in a million years did I ever think I'd hear you talking like this, or feel you squeezing down on my cock and loving it. Damn, baby – oh damn, but you're the hottest, juiciest piece of ass I ever had, or ever hope to have – uuhh, baby – Elizabeth – "
She bad him, she thought exultantly; he was hers and she was his, and both of them belonged equally to the beautiful, fantastic kids who had started it all. Wringing her vagina hungrily around her husband's surging shaft,, Elizabeth devoted herself to intense screwing.
She did all the tricks that her pussy had learned from being well fucked by two horny, experienced boys; she allowed her emotions to run wild and free, her snatch gulping at his driving club, nibbling upon the pounding head. Her legs clamped him violently, wrapped now around the small of his sweaty, heaving back, and she felt the greasy slapping of his balls against the uplifted cleft of her ass.
"Elizabeth!" he gasped. "Oh darling – hot, crazy, wild – uh – uh – uh! Baby, I'm about to come – come – come!"
"Let it go!" she cried. "Pump your hot semen into my pussy, darling! Flood me with your boiling juice – fill my cunt with your come, just as the boys have packed it"
Sherman's cockhead jerked convulsively, and flexed to spit a veritable torrent of sizzling liquid into the farthest reaches of her quaking snatch. Elizabeth ground insanely upon the shaft, ravaging its stem with her vibrant clitoris, reveling in the spurting of foamy, slippery liquid that was drenching her vaginal walls and drowning her cervix.
She came in a dizzying series of spasms, humping upon his dripping cockhead, wheeling her pelvis madly and slapping her wet belly into his hairy one. A hurricane of dazzling emotions flashed throughout her arched and straining body, and she triumphantly rode the crest of a thundering wave, adoring the greasy sliding, surfing down toward his leaping balls as they drained themselves.
Collapsing upon her soft body, Sherman sighed in repletion, holding her very close, holding her with love and gratification, and it was better for her than it had ever been.
Slowly, her legs drifted down his back, down his spread thighs, and she stretched them luxuriously, her toes curling. Nuzzling into his neck, she drew her tongue gently across his damp skin, and thought of what she was going to do to his prick, of enjoying that explosion of thick, rich semen within her sucking mouth. Dear Sherman, darling Sherman; with his big shaft clenched by her juicy socket, he had been forced to accept the fact that his wife – his frigid, fearful wife of many years – had been fucking two boys young enough to be her own sons.
And it couldn't be that he was only trying to protect his own new and intriguing piece of ass with Charlene; he had really been turned on by Elizabeth, lusting after her with a pleasingly primitive and animalistic urgency. Like her, he would never drift back into the old, hide – bound ways, never again be ashamed of his own basic sensuality.
She knew it when he murmured, "So you saw me putting it to the girl; you know, I didn't think I could get my cock up into that tight little pussy, but she managed it. Do you get as much kick out of the boys screwing you?"
"Every bit as much, she breathed. "Maybe even more, because I have two of them – and at one time."
Sherman raised his head to stare down into her face. "Really? How do you – what do you – She stroked his face with her hands and smiled warmly at him. "You can watch how; – you can join in. Oh Sherman, there's so much, so many ways, so many things for us to do now – and all of it wonderful!"