“A-are you going out again?” Sandy asked timidly, her fingers nervously plucking at the cover of the sofa.
“Er… yes, I have to go out… but I won’t be too late getting back” Harry replied, avoiding his wife’s eyes. Hurriedly, he picked up his jacket and edged towards the door.
“Well, see you later!” he called, as he let himself out of the apartment, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he bounded down the stairs. He was afraid for a moment that Sandy was going to make a scene, and was glad that she didn’t. That would have been the last straw… He felt guilty enough about sneaking out to see Ann every night, without getting into another fight with Sandy. He was still disgusted with himself for losing his temper with her earlier in the week and taking her anally the way he did, all the more so since Sandy had refused to discuss it ever since. The way things were with Sandy now, he’d go crazy if he didn’t have Ann. This past week had been heaven. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and she was so fantastic in bed that he forgot everything else but her. He was secretly glad that her husband, Jeff, was still in jail, or at least, he supposed he was, because Ann never mentioned him. But it was strange the way Sandy had asked him only yesterday who Jeff was. He couldn’t remember ever mentioning him, but Sandy had insisted he did, and how else would she have known about him. He wished things were better between himself and his wife, but he had done his best, God knows, to patch things up, but to no avail. If she wants to sulk, I can’t help it, he told himself as he started the car, his thoughts already in the future, dwelling precisely on the gorgeous curves of Ann Green’s voluptuously curved body.
Sandy stifled the impulse to cry and resolutely took up her stitching. She couldn’t understand what had come over Harry over the last week, in fact, ever since he got out of jail. She was beginning to wonder if he had been brainwashed in there, or something, because he was certainly acting very strange. First, his brutal taking of her anus, and now this preoccupation, his silences, his long absences from home. In fact, he never seemed to be in the apartment for more than a few minutes at a time, except to sleep. She had wanted to tell him about Jeff’s visit, but he had been so moody and bad-tempered that night when he came home from work, that she hadn’t dared, and then he had dashed off again after about fifteen minutes. She had no idea where he went, and when she attempted to question him, he got surly. And he had nearly bitten her head off when she had casually asked him who Jeff was. She heaved a deep sigh, and tried to concentrate on her needlework. Another thing was the strange emptiness inside her. Her body hadn’t seemed like her own ever since Harry had abused her, and over the past week, she was conscious of a gnawing void inside her, almost as if she was love-starved. She had never really warmed to lovemaking and yet here she was, really missing it after a week’s abstinence. If only things were right between us again, she sighed, desperately searching her brain for an answer to the seemingly insoluble problem which was besetting their marriage. But she could find none. Oh Harry, she wept silently, where are you, and why don’t you come home…
Harry slowly spread the soft furry flanges of the older woman’s hotly throbbing pussy lips, revealing the pink moistness of her delicious slit to his avid gaze. He could see the tiny crinkled inner labia curled around the pulsating hole of her vagina, peaked by the barely-visible red tip of her clitoris. With a sigh, he stretched out with his, tongue, and slashed at the trembling furrow, swiping the entire length of it with his hungry organ.
“Mmmmmm…” Ann moaned, squirming from the delicious contact. Harry continued to probe with his tongue, curling it teasingly into the wet warm folds, tasting the delicate piquancy of her honeyed cunt, inhaling the sweet feminine fragrance between her open thighs. He flicked it, tentatively at first, and then with greater deftness, at the hidden recesses and secrets of her excitedly squirming pussy, wringing moans of pleasure from her arid throat, sending shivers of exquisite ecstasy coursing through her body. His tongue worked feverishly as it burrowed and plunged and hovered around the petal-shaped opening to her womanly body. Then, without hesitation, it plunged headlong into the hotly absorbing walls of her steaming cuntal sheath.
“Aaaahhhhh… ooohhhh, that’s good… that’s good…” Ann gasped, contracting the inner sinews of her expert cunt, sucking as if she was trying to tear it away from its base. Her blood-swollen pussy lips rimmed his nose and mouth, and her thighs closed in hungrily on his face, trapping him there, as her aroused vaginal plane pounded against his mouth, hungry and eager for his oral caresses. Harry had never experienced anything like this before. Sandy always refused to let him touch her there, and he had almost given up thinking about it. Now, thanks to the incomparable Ann, he was able to experience the thrilling pleasure of kissing and licking and sucking a woman’s pussy, a pleasure unlike any other. With a moan of delight, he doubled his efforts, determined to donate maximum arousal to his beautiful mistress.
Jeff steadied the camera, and then took careful aim.That should be a real good one, he smiled to himself, as he opened the back of the camera, pulled the flap and tore it off. Deftly, he moved the backing and looked gleefully at the Polaroid print. Oh man, now for the next one, he cackled, once more aiming the camera at the writhing couple on the floor of his living room…
“Oh God, ooohhhhh…” Harry gasped as he felt the cool pressure of Ann’s sinewy lips around the bloated circumference of his pounding prick. He moaned again and again as he felt her tongue circling around the hot febrile flesh, laving it with her warm saliva, darting into the little glans opening at the tip, dipping down to pull at the base deeply imbedded in the tufted hairs of his pubis, further still to coat the crinkled sac of his balls, teasing them into scurrying contractions. Oh God, it was unbelievable! It was her idea that they should sixty-nine, and Harry had been trembling with excitement at the thought. Now he had tasted her naked cunt for the first time, and she was sucking his cock. And she sure knew how to do it, as well. There was never anything like it. Her tongue was like a being, apart, working and slavering and goading his already tumultuous prick into gigantic erection. Her lips were locked tightly like a rubber band around his pulsating cock, and her teeth pressured the sensitive underside ever so slightly, sending lewd, sensuous shivers rippling along his spine. The pleasure she was giving him urged him to increase her own ecstasy, and his tongue was tireless in its efforts to coax the blood-inflated folds of her twitching pussy into tingling arousal.
Jeff focused the camera on his wife’s passion-distorted face, her mouth contorted around Pitt’s bloated penis, and clicked the shutter. Mmmm, she sure knows how to suck cock, Jeff mused to himself as he waited the required time for the print to develop. He couldn’t deny that he felt a twinge of envy, not to mention jealousy as he observed his wife sixty-nining with young Pitt, and only the thought of what he had in mind stopped him from rushing in there and demanding some of the fun…
Harry’s prick seemed to fill Ann’s mouth to completion, and yet she seemed to be anxious to enclose even more of it in her avariciously working throat. Harry felt that it would explode, it seemed to expand every second from her incredible lingual ministrations, and he counted himself lucky once more, as he did a dozen times a day, to be able to make love to such a woman as Ann. If only Sandy was more alive, more a woman, more like Ann, he said to himself, unable to visualize his young wife as anything other than what she was.
He could feel, from the quickening tempo of her thrusts, that Jeff’s wife was nearing fulfillment, and he quickened his licking, slashing and darting and flicking insanely with his tongue, striving to keep up with her accelerating spasms. Suddenly, she was there, her thighs scissoring around his cheeks, her crotch grinding down painfully on his face, her cuntal sheath clutching greedily at his jaded tongue. He could feel his own breath returning in warm gusts on his face, and then, a warm mist of her internal lubrications showered down on him, washing him with her climax, while at the same time, her furious convulsions triggered his own release, and he stiffened, taut as a plumb-line, before collapsing in a series of jolts which electrified his whole body. He shrieked out but his cries were lost in the depths of Ann’s hungrily churning crotch, just as her orgasmic moans were muffled around his ejaculating cock. It was a mind-blowing experience, the two of them cumming together while sixty-nining, and Harry’s pleasure was increased tenfold as the lewdness of the act struck home. His body was alive with spine-tingling feelings, and he felt as if he was being pricked with an electric needle. His head was reeling, both from the force of his orgasm and from his lack of oxygen from Julie’s tight hold around his face, when he felt her suddenly go limp against him, and knew that she was at last satiated. She relaxed her demonic hold on his head, while at the same time, she finally allowed his now-limp prick to slither free from her mouth, and she collapsed on the rug beside him, tiny moans still whimpering from her lips, her body still twitching from her cataclysmic release. Harry too sank back beside her, his flesh tingling with blissful peace, his libido satisfied for the moment by his provocative mistress.
Jeff put the small pile of photographs in a large white envelope, replaced the camera in its usual place in the study, and slipped out of the apartment. He was humming a tune to himself as he stepped into the elevator, his mind busily planning his next move. He knew, however, exactly what he was going to do, and for that, he had Ann to thank. She had teased him unmercifully when he had come back from the Pitt’s apartment on Tuesday and had to confess that Sandy had ordered him out. But when she had got tired of taunting him over his failure to score with the lovely young wife, she had hit on a plan which Jeff considered ingenious. He himself would never have thought of taking Polaroid shots of his wife and Pitt together, and then taking them over to Mrs. Pitt, showing her what her husband was up to. Ann assured him that the innocent young wife would be so horror-stricken that she would do anything and even if she wasn’t quite so distraught, Jeff could even resort to a little blackmail to help him get his way.
“I really appreciate you helping me out on this,” He’d thanked her, almost humbly, but Ann had only laughed.
“Well,” she’d mocked, “I’m having such a hell of a good time with Harry, I’d like you to have a little fun as well!”
She’s some girl Jeff laughed to himself as he got off the elevator on the garage floor, thinking of his wife, but also of the young blonde, the wife of his wife’s lover, that he was going to so shortly see… and fuck until she couldn’t walk…