As Marsha watched Kenny and Becky enter the house, she was remembering the first time that she'd watched a man she was involved with going off to have sex with somebody else.
She and Chet had sat beside each other in her freshman English class in college, then she discovered that they were in the same sections for history and social science. They had decided that fate had brought them together.
Neither of them had liked living in a dormitory, so they had gotten married between their freshman and sophomore years and moved into a small apartment. A year later, the apartment opposite theirs had been occupied by another young couple.
Beth and Joel Dejard. Despite the fact that the Dejards were two years older than the Beales, they were always turning to Marsha and Chet for advice.
"Did you know that neither Beth nor Joel has ever had sex with anybody else?" Chet had asked her one night. Marsha had nodded. She had known the whole story; how the Dejards had met in the fifth grade and gone together ever since.
"Joel's been asking me what it's like to have a different woman every night," Chet had said as he'd removed his trousers.
"Yeah, Beth is curious, too," Marsha acknowledged.
"What would you think about our opening their lives a little?" Chet asked, smoking a cigarette.
"How?"
"By each of us being their second sex partner. Me with Beth, you with Joel," Chet answered.
"I know that," Marsha retorted. "I mean, how are we going to work it? Am I supposed to seduce Joel while you're getting Beth in bed? Or are Joel and I supposed to catch you seducing Beth and get together to get even?"
"How about the next time we play cards?" Chet suggested. "We could play strip poker and the last person clothed could pick which of the other's they wanted to have sex with that night. If you win, you choose Joel; if I win, I'll pick Beth. And, I'll make sure we win, one or the other of us."
Marsha knew that Chet could deal any hand he wanted with an ordinary deck of cards.
"Okay," Marsha agreed. "If they'll go for the game and the stakes, we'll answer their questions about sex with somebody else for them."
The next evening, to her delight, the Dejards agreed to play strip poker with the Beales.
They'd all had a drink while discussing the game and Marsha had poured fresh drinks all around. To help things out, she'd made the Dejards' drinks stronger than normal.
After four hands, everybody lost their shoes; after six hands, the men lost their socks. Then Marsha had gotten up and lifted her skirt to her waist, holding it there as she undid her stockings from her garters and rolled the nylons down her legs. She was aware of Joel's eyes staring at her crotch.
Beth had three jacks the next hand, but it was a loser. Like Marsha, she took her stockings off.
Chet shuffled and dealt the cards. Once more Beth had a good hand, but it had been the worst of the four.
"Oooooooh, my luck is terrible," she complained. Still, she took off her skirt.
The men were the next losers. First Chet, then Joel took off his shirt, followed, a game later, by their undershirts. Then Marsha lost twice. She removed her skirt and half-slip.
"Time for another drink," she announced. She walked over to the bar, acutely aware that Joel had been following her with his eyes. Again, she put extra vodka in the Dejards' drinks.
Chet lost his trousers on the next deal. Then Beth lost. Since she had been wearing a full-slip, she had to remove her blouse and she felt self-conscious about it. She cut the cards and dealt them around and Marsha's heart sank as she saw that she had no more than two pairs. Luckily, neither Joel nor Chet could do better than a single pair and Beth hadn't done that well.
All three of them looked at Beth expectantly.
The slender redhead blushed, but she stood up and pulled her slip, slowly, over her head. Hurriedly, she reseated herself, her hands crossed in front of her as if to hide the sight of her bra from the others.
Joel dealt next, and Marsha's sweater was gone. She drew her shoulders back to give added emphasis to her tits as she sat back down and picked up the cards.
Chet and Joel each had one garment left, Beth and Marsha had two each. Chet shuffled the cards, let Beth cut, then dealt. When Joel laid his four aces down, beating Beth's four kings, she glared at him ferociously.
Beth got to her feet, swaying slightly. "You want me to give 'em a show?" she challenged her husband. "Okay, it's show time!"
Defiantly, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shoved hard, pushing her panties almost to her knees. From there, they dropped of their own accord. Beth's cunt-hair was thick and curly.
Beth gathered the cards and dealt them around the table. All four of them sensed that the game was building to a climactic moment.
Marsha lost… She reached behind her back and undid her bra, then discarded it. Joel gasped at the sight of Marsha's tits that jutted boldly away from her body without any support.
"Deal the damn cards," Beth mumbled.
Joel dropped a card on the floor and had to pick up several before he could straighten the deck again. He dealt the cards around. Joel lost.
Joel removed his shorts and didn't bother to apologize for his hard cock. He sat back down, announcing that he could play for money, if not far clothes. "But, the lowest hand between you three will have to take something off," he announced as Marsha dealt the cards out.
Chet was a clear loser, and his cock was as hard as Joel's as be stripped completely. Then he started shuffling the cards.
"Last hand," Beth announced drunkenly. "Winner this time gets to pick who she wants to fuck. Right?" Her voice had an aggressive tone and she was eyeing Chet's hard cock as she spoke.
"Right," Marsha agreed. From the way things were shaping up, she knew Beth was going to choose Chet if she won, just as everyone knew she was going to choose Joel.
As she'd picked up her hand, Marsha was sure that Chet had given her a winner: three kings and two aces was going to be hard to beat. But Chet had given Beth four queens.
With a grin, Beth rose and reached behind her back, undoing her bra, revealing tits topped with the longest nipples Marsha had ever seen. Beth stretched, then stood with her legs apart; "I won," she announced. "And I'm going to fuck Chet." Catching him by the cock, Beth tugged him toward the bedroom.
Marsha reached for her panties, intending to take them off. Before she'd teen able to do so, however, Joel was on his knees in front of her, his hands reaching for her hips. Marsha smiled as he eased the flimsy garments down from her ample hips and along her long legs.
As Chet and Beth disappeared into the bedroom, Marsha tangled her fingers in Joel's hair and pulled his head forward while thrusting her hips toward him. He sniffed loudly, inhaling the odor of her pussy, then moved his face closer to her cunt in a tentative manner.
"Go ahead," Marsha said, "eat my pussy a little."
Joel hesitated for a moment, then he extended his tongue and licked timidly at her cunt. Something had told Marsha that he had never eaten pussy before and she crooned to him as she forced his face between her legs.
"Eat it good," she ordered. "There's nothing a woman likes better than having her cunt licked." His tongue pushed between her cuntlips and slithered up and down. As he grew bolder in his oral ministrations, his hands slid up her thighs and cupped her ass, pulling her even closer to his mouth. Marsha sighed and started playing with his ears as he licked her snatch.
"Ooooooooh! There. Theeerrre!" Marsha cried when his tongue flicked against her clit for the first time.
Joel whipped his tongue against the swelling button, slashed across it eagerly as Marsha ground her cunt into his face. She started massaging her tits as Joel's hands dug into her ass. With every movement of his tongue, Joel became more sure of himself.
"Suck my clit," Marsha moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Suck my clit. Ssssuuucccckkkk!"
Joel took the swollen bud between his lips, pulling at her clitoris with his mouth. His fingers crept into the crack of her ass and pulled her cunt even tighter to his greedy mouth.
A few moments later, he shifted his mouth and started licking at her snatch again. When he reached her twat hole, he thrust his tongue into it and started fucking her with his tongue. Marsha groaned with pleasure.
"Oooooooohh! Yeeeeeessssssssssss! I'm gonna to cum! Gonna cum!"
Her juices gushed into his mouth as she swayed above him, her hips moving to and fro, thrusting her cunt into his face, then puffing back a little and thrusting forward again. Joel tongue-fucked her steadily until Marsha couldn't stand it any longer.
She pushed him backward and dropped to her knees over his stretched-out body. Grabbing his stiff cock, she swabbed the head up and down her wet cuntal furrow for a moment, then steered the bulbous head to her twat. For a second, she teased him by wiggling her cunt against the very tip of his cock.
She slammed her cunt down aver his cock, driving herself down until she was completely impaled by his long, slender cock.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as she filled her twat with his cock. Marsha bent over him and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Joel worked his hands between them and closed them over her tits, squeezing the full mounds adoringly.
For several moments, Marsha was content to merely kiss him while his cock filled her twat. But, the need to cum again had been too great for her to remain inactive for long.
She began hunching her hips up and back, whipping his cock to and fro inside of her vaginal passage. Joel continued to play with her tits as she started lifting and lowering herself over his cock.
"Hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Joel groaned as she began moving faster over him, slamming her cunt down over his stiff cock. He tweaked her nipples and tugged at them. He started humping up each time she thrust down. Marsha sighed as they fucked faster and harder.
"Now, right now!" she gasped. "Noooooowwwwwwwwww! Oohhhhhhh! Cum in me, Joel! Cum in me!"
A second later, she felt his jism spurting into her twat. He dug his fingers harder into her tits and groaned with delight as her twat squeezed his cock in a series of spasms. Marsha arched her back and ground her cunt against his loins.
Slowly, she collapsed over him. Joel turned her to her side and held her heaving body against his as he stroked her gently.
"That was great," he told her. "I can't wait to try it with Beth that way."
"Which way?" she teased.
"Both of them," he replied.
Just then, Chet entered the room. "Beth has a couple of new things she wants to teach you, buddy," he said to Joel. "Unless you plan on sticking with my wife the rest of the night."
"Not that I wouldn't like that," Joel said. "But I think I'd better go see Beth." He disappeared into the bedroom as Marsha and Chet gathered up their clothes and darted across the hall to their apartment.
As soon as they had gotten inside, Chet grabbed Marsha and kissed him hungrily. "How was Joel?" he asked.
"He was okay," Marsha replied. "But, you know, he'd never eaten pussy before, or had a woman ride him."
"Well," Chet retorted, "Beth had never sucked a cock or been fucked doggie-style. She took to both of them pretty well, though."
He cupped Marsha's tits from behind and pressed her ass into his loins. Marsha wiggled against his still-stiff cock as he started tweaking her nipples.
"Joel was a fast learner, too," she said, her hand dropping to his still-sticky cock. "Did it bother you? Seeing Joel's cock in me?"
"No," Chet admitted. "In fact, it was exciting. I'd like to watch you screw somebody sometime."
Marsha lowered herself to the bed, swiveled around and spread her legs.
"I think I'd like to screw somebody while you were watching; if I could watch you fucking some other woman," she confessed. "Maybe Joel and Beth will want to try that. Right now, though, I want you to screw me."
He pressed his mouth to hers, running his hands over her body until she was writhing against him, her hips undulating steadily.
"You bastard, you bastard," she moaned as he sucked her nipples and sawed his finger in and out of her twat. "Come on and fuck me."
Chet caught her legs and bent them back as he knelt below her squirming ass. His cock slid up and down her cuntal furrow for a second or so, then he thrust deep into her twat.
Marsha locked her ankles behind his neck. He screwed her steadily, his big cock pistoning in and out of her convulsing twat with ease. His hands played over her tits as he drove his cock relentlessly into her vaginal passage.
"God, you're so good," Marsha whimpered as he ground his loins into hers, rubbing his pelvic bone against her swollen clit. "You're about the best I've ever had."
"You, too," Chet answered, tugging on her swollen nipples. They started fucking faster. Chet fondled her ass, his fingers pressing at her puckered asshole. As a flush spread over her body, Chet drove the finger into her anus, setting her off on one of the best cums she had ever had.
Chet started pumping his cum into her while she gushed her pussy juice over his cock so hard that it trickled down the crack of her ass to coat his hand.
They collapsed and lay there for several moments before either of them could speak. Finally, Chet broke the silence. "Talk to Beth tomorrow and see if they'd be interested in doing it again, in the same room."
"Okay," Marsha agreed. She snuggled up to him and held his limp cock in her hand as they drifted off to sleep.