"You lied to me, you fucking bitch! You lied to me and you made a fool of me!" Jerry shouted, for perhaps the twentieth time in two days. His face was livid with rage as he paced back and forth in front of the sofa where Tara lounged. He looked at Kathy, who sat forlornly in the love seat opposite Tara, and he said, "After I told her not to bring that bastard here again, she has me right in bed with them while he's fucking her in the ass! Can you imagine that?"
"It was all right with you as long as you didn't know who he really was," Tara said, trying to make her voice soft and reasonable, even though she was about to lose her temper again. "Don't you see that it's just all in your mind? How can you not mind me fucking any other man, then fly into a rage over a boy like that? And besides, when did we ever agree that you get to pick the guys I fuck?"
"Fucking you right in the ass, by God! Fucking you in the ass and you really going for it!" Jerry whirled, aiming his finger at it as if it were a pistol, and she saw he was beyond the point of reason. "I'll bet it wasn't the first time he fucked you that way, either. He's probably had his cock up your ass at least a dozen times!"
"So what if he has? What fucking difference does it make?" Tara was fed up. She stood and faced him, her hands on her hips and her big tits visibly shaking beneath her chiffon gown. "You and I had an arrangement. We were supposed to have the freedom to fuck around without all this bullshit. So what happened to that idea, big shot?"
Jerry stared at her for a moment without speaking. His lower lip began to tremble slightly and his hand dropped to his side. He turned his head slightly, as if unable to meet her stare.
"I guess that idea turned out to be a mistake," he said finally, the words barely audible. "I guess I can't handle swinging as well as I thought I could. I keep worrying that you'll get hung up on this kid you've been fucking and I'll end up losing. So it's all over. We're through fucking around lice a couple of wild people."
Tara stood motionless for a moment, glaring at him. When she spoke her voice was cold as ice.
"Speak for yourself, darling," she said. "Maybe you're through fucking around, but I'm just getting started."
Then she turned abruptly and strode angrily into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Jerry stared after for a moment, then put his hands in his pockets and began pacing the floor again. He seemed totally unaware of Kathy's presence, and she sat staring at the floor, knowing there was nothing she could say or do. She had the eerie feeling that the scene might continue forever – with her sitting there silently while Jerry paced – and she was enormously relieved when the doorbell rang and Jerry went to answer it.
Her relief turned to happiness when Wayne stepped through the door, and she was on her feet at once, moving toward him.
"I want you home, Kathy," he said, ignoring Jerry and putting his hands on her hips to pull her close. He kissed her twice on the mouth. "Damn it, honey, I've done a lot of thinking, and I want you back on any terms I can get you back. Will you go home with me?"
She was laughing and crying at the same time. "Give me something like a second to get my things. Hell, I haven't even bothered to unpack."
Jerry stared at them in moody silence as Kathy retrieved her small suitcase from the closet, and he let them pass without saying a word. At the door Wayne turned as if to speak, but he had already turned away and was walking toward the closed bedroom door. Wayne took her arm and led her out into the night.
At their front door, when she had her hand on the knob and was ready to turn it, Wayne put his hand over hers and stopped her. He was standing close behind her, and through her blue wool skirt she could feel the hardness of his cock digging into the cheeks of her plump little ass. She wiggled her rump against his prick and smiled back over her shoulder at him.
"Honey, when I said I wanted you back on any terms, I meant it," he said, pressing his cock even harder against her ass while reaching around with one hand to feel her tits. "Before we go in, I'd better explain that to you. I've got a surprise for you."
The look on his face gave her a warning of what to expect. She reached back with one hand to feel his hard prick, and said, "This is the only cock I want now," but even as she said that she realized that he was determined. She listened to his hasty explanation.
He had decided that she was right and he was wrong. A couple could be bored to death by fucking only one another. There was no harm in having a little strange pussy or cock now and then. No harm at all. He had begun to realize that, Wayne said, when he told Jim and Karen Cartwright the reasons behind their separation and learned that the Cartwrights were into swinging. They claimed that it had strengthened their marriage, and they were in the house right now, waiting.
"If you're sure that's what you really want, Wayne," she said when he was finished. "I just don't want it to cause any more trouble between us. But I'll do any kind of fucking you want me to do."
They went into the house.
Jim Carpenter was naked on the sofa. He lay sprawled with his back resting in the curve of its arm. He had one leg extended on the sofa and his other foot resting on the floor, so that his legs were spread wide. His wife Karen was kneeling over him on the sofa, with her naked ass toward the door, and she was bending down to suck his cock. Kathy saw it slide deep into her mouth as they entered.
"Hey, Kathy! Glad you could make the party," Jim grinned and waved a hand at her, as casually as if he were welcoming her to dinner. He was a year older than Wayne, slim and dark, with black hair that now fell across his forehead. "Karen, think you can stop sucking cock long enough to say hello to our hostess?"
Karen Carpenter was a petite redhead, with small, sharply pointed tits and a boyishly round ass. She was wearing a man's dress shirt, unbuttoned; and nothing else. Kathy could see the lips of her cunt pouting out between her thighs as she bent to suck the cock of her husband, and for a moment it appeared that the redhead intended to ignore them and go on sucking. Then she lifted her head and smiled at Kathy.
"It's a damned good thing you got here," she said cheerfully. "Otherwise, these two studs might have fucked me to death."
She was not joking, Kathy realized. One look at her was all that was needed to know that she had been fucking and sucking both men, and probably for some time. And the house had its own story to tell. Bottles and glasses littered most surfaces, the ashtrays were filled to overflowing, and a large space had been cleared in the center of the floor, a space big enough for group fucking.
"Here comes old Kathy to the rescue," she said, and she began to undress.
By the time she had stripped to her panties and was hooking her thumbs in their elastic to tug them down, Wayne was out of most of his clothing and she could see his hard cock pushing against the front of his underwear. She tossed her panties into a pile with the rest of her clothing and reached down his shorts to clutch at his cock.
"I don't give a damn about the rest of it," she told him, "Just as long as I get fucked by your cock. You'll never know how much I've missed it."
"You'll get all the cock you can handle," he said, shedding the shorts and then pulling her close, holding her so that her plump little tits were mashed against his chest and the head of his cock was warm against her belly. "From now on, I promise you, you'll be getting plenty of cock."
With his one hand holding the round under curves of her ass and his other hand cupping her tit, he kissed her on the mouth. Then, as she began to suck at his tongue and her fingers became frantic on the thick hardness of his cock, he moved his lips down to her tit. He was tugging with his lips at the puckered nipple when she felt Jim moving up behind her.
"Not to interrupt the reunion," he said, laughing softly as the head of his cock touched Kathy's ass and his hands reached around to feel of her tits, "but you've got this old boy so hot he's about to bust his nuts from watching. Kathy, I've wanted to fuck you for at least five years. I don't think I can wait even five minutes longer. Man, what tits and ass!"
He continued rubbing his cock against her ass and stroking her tits with his hands as Wayne moved toward that cleared space in the center of the floor. As they sank to the carpet she kept her hand on Wayne's cock, but she allowed herself to be turned exactly the way he wanted. And what he wanted was soon clear.
"Get down over me and blow me," he said, his hands urging her into a kneeling position over his cock as he sprawled out on his back. "God! You'll never know how I've missed having you suck my cock!"
As she smiled at him and lowered her head to kiss the tip of his cock, Kathy felt Jim shifting about behind her. His knee was between her own, his hands lightly holding her tits, and she could feel his cock searching blindly for the entry to her cunt. She parted her lips and settled them over the head of her husband's prick.
It was the thickest cock she had ever sucked, so large in circumference that her jaws ached as she forced them wide to take it in her mouth. It seemed twice as thick as the cock she now felt parting the lips of her cunt, and she could barely wait until this scene was over and she was being fucked by it. She began sucking it in a way that she hoped would show how much she loved and needed it. She lapped, licked and sucked at it with all her skills.
"Man, what a pussy! What a tight little pussy!" she heard Jim chant from behind her, driving his cock at her cunt in a series of quick, choppy strokes, and only then did she dimly realize that she had begun to roll her ass in front of him. His prick plunged so deep that she could feel his cock hairs teasing her ass, and he grunted, "Baby, this pussy is as good as I always knew it would be!"
"And this pussy is hotter than it's ever been before," she heard Karen say. "Wayne, baby, I think you'd better eat it and cool it off before we catch the house on fire."
With her hands clutching Wayne's cock and balls, and Jim driving his prick at her cunt with strokes that came faster and faster, Kathy raised her head and looked up the length of her husband's naked body. She held his cock tight as she watched.
Karen was squatting above his face. The shirt she wore hung open to reveal her red-tipped, sharply pointed tits. Her smooth thighs were spread wide and the brownish pink lips of her pussy glistened wetly in the center of the coppery hair surrounding it. Wayne had his powerful arms around her thighs and was holding her easily as he raised his head to lap at her cunt.
Kathy could actually see his tongue licking at the dewy cunt. She could see it darting between the glistening lips, and she could hear Karen sighing happily as her pussy was eaten. She turned away and once again began sucking her husband's cock.
Now she held the head of it between her lips and licked it with her while using the fingers of one hand to slowly jack it off. With the fingers of her other hand she lightly caressed and squeezed his hairy balls.
"Faster! Jack me off just a little faster!" Wayne cried, his voice muffled. "And keep your lips around it so I can come in your mouth!"
His hips began to rise and fall slowly, his thick cock ramming at her mouth. Then they began moving faster, forcing more of his cock between her lips. Her fingers moved faster still, and she sucked at him with wet little noises that seemed to fill her ears.
Those noises mixed with the panting sounds Jim was making as he fucked her from the rear. His prick was sliding so swiftly in and out of her cunt that she knew he was only a few strokes short of coming, and she could feel her cunt seething with the approach of orgasm.
She came then, more intensely than ever before, with a shudder that began in her cunt and ran through each curve of her tits and ass. She was quaking all over as her lips slid far down Wayne's cock and her fingers kneaded his balls as if to force them to release their stored-up come.
They did. Far back in her throat, his cock gave off a great squirt of thick, hot gravy. It filled her mouth and slid greasily down her throat, and was quickly followed by more of the same. She was using the suction of her mouth to drain it from his prick when she felt the same hot juice spraying the inner walls of her cunt.
She remained on her knees, with one cock going limp in her mouth and another doing the same in her pussy, until Jim sighed loudly and pulled his cock free. Come was seeping from her pussy as she released Wayne's prick and moved up to lay beside him. She saw Karen curled up on the rug, looking tired and happily satisfied.
"I know I owed you this one," she told Wayne, kissing him and putting her hand on the wet shaft of his cock. "But later on, I think you and I ought to have a talk about what we really want."
"Sure, we'll talk," he said, smiling. "If we ever get through fucking."
Tara smiled as she knelt on the bed beside the young boy. She gave him a very lewd look as she took his cock in her hand and, bending lower still, rubbed the head of it against the smooth, creamy flesh of her right tit. She felt his slam body tremble, with excitement, but she was sure that his arousal was nothing compared to her own.
His body was slim, smooth, and except for the blond hair covering his balls. He wore his blond hair long, but it was neatly trimmed and he was a very good-looking youngster. His name was Raymond, and Bill Dillon, expecting to find Kathy still here, had brought him along. But Kathy had been gone for almost a week now, so Tara had the two of them for herself. She felt quite capable of satisfying them.
"Do you like feeling my tits against your cock, Raymond?" she asked him, pressing the big domes against his hard prick and moving them from side to side as she smiled up the length of his body at him. "Or is there something else you'd like me to do to your cock? It's such a nice cock I'll do anything to it you want me to do – suck it, fuck it, anything."
"Every thing you do to it feels good," the boy said, twisting his hips so that she felt his hard cock moving against her tits. He gave a spasmodic jerk as he put one hand high between her thighs, clutching at her pussy. "Put it back in your mouth and kiss it or suck it again. That was out of sight!"
Tara turned her head to grin back at Bill, who was resting with his back against the headboard of the bed. She saw that his cock was regaining its hardness as he watched the scene taking place.
"This time I'll suck you off all the way. I'll bet you've never had a real blow-job before, have you?" she said, knowing he had not and excited by the knowledge. She slid back the outer skin of his prick. "Well, I'll give you one you'll remember after the hair on your balls has gone grey."
The skin over the shaft of his cock was the color of ivory, its head was very pink. The pink head seemed to glow as she bent to touch it with the tip of her tongue. When she began swirling her tongue over it, his cock seemed to leap into her mouth and grow noticeably hotter in her hand. She was very careful not to scrape him with her teeth as she eased his prick into her mouth.
"Suck it soft and easy, would you?" he said in a boyish, pleading tone that added to her excitement. She felt his hand gently stroking her wet pussy and felt his other hand settling gently on the back of her head. "I really dig it when I feel your mouth just sliding over my cock. Wow! Like that! That's how I like to feel you sucking it!"
His cock was far from the largest she had ever sucked, so she was easily able to take all of it into her mouth. She let her lips slide down it until the head was deep in her mouth and the hair at the base of it was teasing her nose, then she sucked lightly as she raised her head and let the warm shaft slip through her clinging lips. The taste of it was delicious in her mouth.
As he began to squirm beneath her, his warm, hard prick wriggling like a snake inside her mouth, she felt two hands settling on the cheeks of her upraised ass. Then her ass was touched by the head of a cock. Taking her hand from the prick she was sucking, she reached back to grasp the hard cylinder of meat. She squeezed it and moved it about until the knobbed head was in the crack of her ass. It felt hot as fire against her asshole.
"I think you know where I want you to stick your cock, don't you?" she said, lifting her head and looking back over her shoulder at Bill. She rocked back on her knees, seeking to engulf his cock with her asshole. "Don't make me beg you, honey. You know what I want, so shove it on in there. Fuck my ass, damn you!"
Bill held his cock with one hand and used the other to pry the voluptuous cheeks of her ass apart. He swung his lean hips forward, the head of his prick drilling at the puckered brown circle of her asshole. He thought he heard a popping sound as the rubbery circle parted and then closed around the head of his cock. As he felt her asshole squeezing at his cock, he leaned aver her body and reached around to grasp her big tits.
"Nine inches of cock sliding up your asshole!" he said, swinging his hips powerfully forward and shoving his cock in to the hilt. "And I think you're liking it better every time I put it in there, aren't you?"
But Tara did not reply. As she felt the exquisite hurt of his long prick digging deep into her asshole, she had bit at her lower lip until it passed and was replaced by the delight she always felt at being fucked in the ass. Then she had quickly recaptured Raymond's hard prick with her mouth and began sucking it with quick bobbing of her head that caused the young boy to clutch harder at her neck and bounce his hips in a way that drove his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. The sound of his heavy breathing added to her own excitement as she sucked his cock.
Bill was fucking her faster now, his belly slapping loudly against the cheeks of her ass each time his long prick drilled deep into her squirming asshole. His hands worked frantically at her big tits, squeezing, pulling, stroking, and she knew he was ready to fill her ass with come. She squeezed Raymond's balls and gave a long, loving suck on his prick.
His come tasted almost sweet in her mouth. She sucked it from his prick and rolled it about in her mouth as though it were honey, and she was swallowing the last of it when she felt Bill filling her asshole with the same substance. She squirmed on his spewing cock, coming herself, and it was not until she had taken all of his come up her asshole and she was laying between the two boys with a warm cock held in each hand that her thoughts turned to Jerry. She smiled lazily as they did.
When they made their agreement to give one another absolute sexual freedom, Jerry had clearly been excited by the idea of having a sexually wild wife. She had agreed to be that kind of wife, and it was his problem, because he was going to have the wildest wife on the face of the earth.
Though he might never know it.