The closet doors were both open, reflecting the two wildly fucking couples on the big bed. Before he knew what was happening to him, Mike Duckworth was wrestled to the bed by Frances Davis.
Richard, abashed at the insane behavior of his wife, leaped from the bed in horror. But when he saw her pull her dress over her head, kick off her shoes and panties, tear away her bra, and mount the foggy-headed music teacher, he grew jealous.
Before his son's and daughter-in-law's dismayed eyes, he grabbed Jeanne by the arm, dragged her back into the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and mounted her again beside his wife and the music teacher.
"How do you like this, huh?" he demanded of his wife as he shafted his long prick into the giggling girl beneath him.
"Don't worry, Jeanne," Frances explained, bumping her cunt down around Mike's fat, pink cock. "I know it's not your fault. I've been married to that sonovabitch for twenty-five years, and I know damned well he'd fuck a snake if he could find somebody to hold its head."
Now Jim and Valerie stood in the bedroom doorway, staring in disbelief at the scene before them. It was almost as though husband and wife were having a race to see who could induce an orgasm in their partners the quickest. It was obviously some sort of contest.
Valerie clung to Jim's arm with one hand, and with the other she covered her mouth. She knew it wouldn't do for Jim to see her amusement at the prospect of her in-laws' asses bobbing up and down on her bed.
"What's going on here?" Jim demanded. "Has everyone gone crazy? Mom! Dad! Stop that! You're both acting crazy!"
Frances looked over her shoulder at her son and said, "Take care of your business and we'll take care of ours." Then she turned to her husband and Jeanne. "Don't take offense at this, dear," she groaned to the girl. She raised up on Mike's bloated cock, then let her own weight thrust her down against him. "It figures," she groaned to her husband, grinding herself against the music teacher's drawn-up nuts, "that you'd wind up in bed with a peroxide blonde bar girl. You drunk, you!" She jiggled her tits in front of Mike's face and coaxed him, "Go ahead, take a mouthful, son. They haven't been attended to by a real man in years!"
Mike had been looking at Jeanne's small breasts, but he condescended to squeeze the older woman's tits until the dollar-sized nipples had been urged to full erection.
Richard stabbed his cock back and forth in Jeanne's clasping cunt almost in rhythm to his wife's self-impaling lunges on the music teacher's cock.
"Only a fag would fuck you!" he gasped to his wife.
Frances glanced down at the redheaded man beneath her. The only other time she had seen him was at Jim and Valerie's wedding. "Fag, hell!" she shouted at her husband. "I can feel his cock clear to my tonsils – which is a damn sight further than I ever felt yours!"
"You never wanted to feel mine!" Richard retorted, grabbing Jeanne's breasts in his hands and shaking them from side to side.
"Is he hurting you?" Mike asked the girl beside him.
Jeanne shook her head and twisted her face to the side to kiss him. "This is a gas, huh?" she whispered.
"Pay attention here, son," Frances said to Mike, reaching down to turn his face toward her. Then she said to her husband, "I might if you could ever keep it hard, you impotent bastard."
Valerie could see perfectly well how Mike's cock was impaling her mother-in-law's raven-haired cunt. The fat pink shaft of his prick bulged with lavender veins and when Mrs. Davis rode down on it, it buckled a little, then shot straight up into the clutching red channel.
"That's my own mother!" Jim whispered to no one.
"It's practically incest," Valerie said, unable to suppress her grin any longer. She reached over and felt the bulge in the front of her husband's bell-bottomed trousers. "You've got a hard-on," she whispered to him.
Richard grabbed Jeanne's hips and pulled her harder against his thrusting cock, even though the blonde was already humping rapidly up to meet his strokes. "It seems damn funny," he gasped to his wife between plunges into Jeanne's juicy snatch, "that I'm only ever impotent when I'm in bed with you." He gasped a little, then added, "If you ever showed any interest in sex, I'd show you how impotent I am!"
Frances groaned a little, her tits bobbing as Mike plowed his cock unexpectedly into her hot, palpitating channel. "Unnnh!" she moaned. "If you'd ever make love… like a man… instead of a jackrabbit… maybe… God, what a hot prick you've got, son! Maybe I'd show a little interest!"
Richard stopped humping into the girl beneath him and raised himself on his hands until his wife was forced to acknowledge him by settling her weight down on Mike's pulsing cock.
"I'll kiss your ass on the bank comer at high noon," Richard told her, "if I'm not just as good in bed as I ever was."
Frances lifted herself up until Mike's fat cock slurped out of her cunt and smacked against his abdomen. She lifted her leg over him, her white thighs jiggling slightly. "Prove it!" she said to her husband, lying down between Mike and Jeanne, her thighs spread in invitation.
"By God, I will!" Richard said, slurping his cock out of Jeanne's cunt and rolling quickly on top of his wife. "How does that feel, huh?" he demanded, thrusting his cock into her cunt to the root.
Frances threw her arms around his shoulders and bumped her cunt up at him. "It feels like old home week," she sighed.
No sooner had Richard withdrawn his cock from her cunt than Jeanne jumped up from the bed and ran around to the other side. "Mike!" she said, lifting his cock to a perpendicular position. "I never knew you had such a big one!"
Jim pulled Valerie into the living room and shut tile door. "I can't watch any more of this," he said. "My own parents!"
"That's the trouble with you," Valerie said, pressing her tits against his chest. "You're almost as prudish about sex as I am."
"I'm not prudish about sex!" he retorted. "You're the prude!" He held her in his arms and looked over her shoulder at his brother, who was still lying on the couch. "At least," he added, kissing his wife on the ear, "you used to be."
"You're still hard," Valerie whispered to him, bumping her pussy against the distension at the crotch of his pants.
"What happened here today?" he asked, letting her unfasten the top button to his pants.
Valerie undid the second button and pulled his zipper down. "I'm not exactly sure," she said, fishing through the fly of his bell-bottoms for his cock. She could feel it, hot and hard, through the fabric of his jockey shorts. "Anyway," she said, pulling her hand loose to push her husband's pants down around his hips, "it's too complicated to explain." She began to unbutton his shirt, then stepped back and pulled off Richard's shirt when Jim began to undo his buttons himself. "But one thing for sure," she said as Jim stepped out of his pants and tossed his shirt over his sleeping brother's face, "a marriage has definitely taken on a new shape here today."
Jim put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to him, his hands sliding down her back to cup the full cheeks of her ass.
"You mean you're ready to come back to me?" he whispered, his fingers slipping in the remnants of whipped cream that greased the cleavage of her buttocks.
"I was talking about your mother and father," she said, wiggling against his hairy chest so that she could feel the tips of her breasts begin to erect against his nipples.
"But what about us?" he protested, his cock lifting between her legs. "That's why Mom insisted that she and I come over here, Val. You and I were meant to be together. Can't you see that?"
Valerie pulled away from him and walked around to the far end of the coffee table. Unsure quite what to say, she picked up the last tomato from the green basket and bit it in two. She glanced down at Rich, absurd as he was in Jeanne's bathrobe. And she thought about the date she had almost had with Mike Duckworth. Then she looked back at her husband and finished chewing the tomato. She tossed the uneaten half back in the basket.
"I'm not so sure we were meant to be together, Jim," she said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know, exactly," she admitted. "That's the trouble. That's why we're separated. I'm not so sure I want to stay married to a man who comes to my house to ask me to come back to him in the company of his mother."
Jim walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Then he cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples.
"You can't say you don't like this," he said. "You can't say we weren't good in bed together. At least not in the beginning. It can be like that again, I promise."
Valerie looked up at his dark, handsome face. She was afraid to look at his eyes, because she knew how weak they could make her when he used their bright-blue persuasion in combination with that sincere baritone voice. But she did look into his eyes, and she was a little surprised at how calm she felt, even though he was rubbing her breasts and she could feel the heat of his heavy cock through the fabric of his shorts.
"Of course I like it," she told him, maintaining contact with his eyes. "But there's got to be more to it than that." She put her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his chest so that she could feel the hair against her cheek and hear his heart beating as she had done so many nights when they had lived together, happily or unhappily. "I don't know what," she whispered, her lips moving moistly against his chest, "but there's got to be more to it than that."
"You're a woman," he said gently, "and I'm a man. What more to it can there be?"
"I'm also a human being," she said.
But she let him draw her down on top of him on the carpet, and she returned his kiss when he thrust his tongue into her mouth to caress the hot dome of her palate.
Then he rolled her onto her side and she waited patiently while he skinned out of his shorts and tossed them across the room.
I was wrong, she thought. His cock is prettier than Rich's, if pretty is the right word for a cock.
Then she sighed a little as he pulled her against him and she could feel the hot length of his erection lying hard along her thigh. She put her arms around his shoulders, which were smooth and more freckled than his father's, and she pulled him down against her so that she could feel him crushing her breasts, the hard tips of her nipples digging into his chest.
She could feel him maneuvering his cock into position against her labia and she held her breath a little because it had always been the first moments of penetration that she had liked best with him, perhaps even more than the climax. Then, when the blunt nose of his cock penetrated her, she could feel her inner walls parting ahead of his thrust and squeezing back down along the length of his shaft. She made a little sighing noise and smiled against the side of his cheek, holding his head with her hands so that she could feel his breath stirring through her long brown hair.
She felt Jim flex his cock three times within her, its blood-engorged circumference stretching the lining of her cunt, then relaxing as the encircling tissues clenched around it. She knew he had done it deliberately, because each time, the swelling had been preceded by his teeth gently nipping the lobe of her ear. It both frightened and excited her to have such a concrete example of his power over her thrust into her most private self.
When she tried to pull away from him he slid his hand down her side and jerked her back, his hand almost painful on the side of her hip. The hot scrape of his cock over her clitoris as his erection slid deeper into her was a shock. She had lain so long with his cock holding stationary within her that now she was frightened and embarrassed at her own eagerness to experience more sensation. An icy quiver ran down her spine.
Then Jim pulled his thick cock out of her a little and slowly eased it back in. The drawn-out slither of his erection over her clitoris lasted for a breathless moment. Then he kissed her and she sucked back on his tongue the way she had done in the beginning when they were newly married. He was fucking her in slow motion, and the lingering thrill of his cock caressing the knot of sensual nerves within her hot depths was almost more than she could bear.
She dug her fingers into his sides to make him hurry, but he didn't increase his pace. When he pulled his cock out and began, slowly, to shaft it back into her well-lubricated passage, Valerie was breathless. He had never made love to her in this way before and she thought, I wonder where he learned this? He must've been with another woman who taught it to him. But I've been with another man, too, she added. And this is a lovely fuck. It is a lovely fuck no matter where he learned it. And because I love him, too, she added silently. But I don't know if it is enough to have a man who is a lovely fuck, even if you do love him. Because Rich was a lovely fuck, too, and I maybe did love him a little this afternoon, because you can't help loving someone a little when he is fucking you so lovely.
When she had said all that to herself she felt a little frightened to realize that she could be so weak, and she heaved her cunt up at him, as though by continuing the action, but at a more frantic pace, she could somehow make herself strong again, or forget that she was weak. So she heaved herself against him, wanting the deepest penetration possible. Her juices flowing like sweet, hot honey within her and around the quickening piston of his cock, she moaned a little and began to make a soft dove-like cooing sound each time she felt the tip of his cock drop through the reddened, enfolding tissues of her vagina to probe and widen the entrance to her womb.
Her saliva thickened sweetly around the invasion of her husband's tongue. Continuing to pull him into her, her fingers gripped the smooth heat of his hips or tangled wildly in his straight dark hair. Her thighs quivered with her continual effort to spread them even wider to accommodate the deepest of his long, sure plunges into her.
Without warning, Jim began bucking above her, his hard pelvis banging against her wide hipbones. One of his hands closed over her shoulder to hold her down so that she couldn't interrupt his plunges by trying to kiss him. His other hand cupped her buttocks brutally, urging her cunt violently against him as his searing, swollen cock skewered rapidly in and out of her sucking cunt. The white heat of the crown of his cock burst past the opening of her womb, lodged there for a fraction of a second, then rushed on.
As Jim plunged into her and held himself at the point of deepest penetration, Valerie could feel her inner tissues resisting the bloated heat of his cock as it pulsed hotly within her. It was always this moment of barbaric writhing that frightened her; each time she experienced his blind fury as his orgasm approached she was afraid of him.
And then she felt his body stiffen above her. She gasped as the scalding heat of his thick come foamed into her womb, propelled by the undulating contractions of his thick cock. Again and again she gasped as the burning cream of his sperm foamed into her. With each jet his tensed body jerked above her, his cock nudging deeper and deeper.
When she thought she could stand it no more, her own heat began to widen around his buried cock, and, though Jim made no effort to resume his strokes, she began bucking beneath him in an effort to consummate her own orgasm.
She could feel it coming, like an infinitely fine dine of fire contracting steadily around her clitoris. Her husband's copious load of sperm and her own rich juices oozed out of her cunt around his cock and she could feel them trickling down between her buttocks. They could feel the channel of her vagina slithering up and down around the burning heat of his cock like a cylinder lined with sparking gunpowder.
She started to call out to him to help her, hut at that moment she looked over his shoulder and saw that Rich was awake on the couch. He smiled knowingly down at her, but said nothing.
Then, with her brother-in-law's cold eyes watching her contorted face, Valerie felt the rushing crest of her orgasm overtake her.
"Mmmmggrrr…" she groaned, locking her thighs around Jim's hips and pulling his head down to kiss him in a way that she hoped was clearly different from any of the ways she had kissed his brother.
Her cunt milked feverishly at the column of hard, hot flesh which had given her so much pleasure. She ground her soft tissues up at him, wriggling from side to side and losing count of the bursts of raining phosphorescence she imagined accompanied her shudders of pleasure.
Little by little then, in rhythm to her long, deep gasps for breath, the hot waves of her climax subsided until she held very still beneath him, feeling very weak and suddenly exhausted, but still very warm because, though his cock had softened a little, she still held it gripped within the gentle clutch of her vagina.
Jim touched the side of her cheek with his thumb, kissed her lovingly, his tongue teasing softly between her lips as had been their ritual before they had separated, and held her tight against him. She could feel his heart thumping against the resilient flesh of her breasts.
"You've got to come back," he whispered to her. "I need you. I didn't want to admit it, but I need you. I've been wandering around like a lost little kid."
"I don't know," she whispered, holding onto his hips. "I wish I did, but I don't know."
"Don't say that," he whispered. Then, after a minute he said, "You're Catholic. You can't divorce me."
"I can live here," she said. "Maybe after I get my head in the right place you can come visit me sometimes. Maybe we can get back together again, Jim. But right now I just don't know. I'm afraid of marriage. I can't help thinking it's cheating me out of something – my own life, my own friends, my own fulfillments. I don't know what."
Jim kissed her gently on the forehead, then tilted her chin up with the fingers of one hand so that she would have to look him in the eye. "You're treating marriage like some kind of Big Bad Wolf," he said. "We're too good together to live apart. And I need you, Val. Really. I do."
"I need you, Valerie. Really I do," Rich whined from the couch, his chin propped on his hands as he looked down at his brother and sister-in-law.
"Drop dead, Bud," Jim told him, without looking away from Valerie's eyes.
Rich began to sing: "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf…"
"I am, Jim," Valerie said softly, her voice hardly audible as she answered his sincere gaze with a look of her own – equally sincere, yet different. "I am," she repeated. "I am."