When the men arrived back at Tate's home, they were so busy trying to act casual with the women that it took them a while to realize that Mimi and Annie were as intoxicated as they were. Each man noted suspiciously that his wife also seemed remarkably mellow and unperturbed about his long absence. The men felt let down. They had built themselves up for an elaborate cover-up, and their wives weren't playing the game.
Annie put some rock music on the stereo, and Mimi tried to coax Sam into dancing. Sam was dancing. He told her he wasn't in the mood for dancing. Mimi went to Tate. Would he like to dance?
Tate had been indulging himself in the mid-binge doldrums. But an invitation from a beautiful exotic woman was more than he could turn down. He got up on the floor with Mimi and started to work it out. His eyes grew hypnotized by the rhythmic gyrations of her shapely hips inside her close-fitting dress. His earlier good humor returned. He was glad the women were in the mood for a party instead of scolding. It certainly was fun to be shimmying his hips so close to Mimi's never-still pelvis.
"Wow, baby! You sure know how to dance!"
The women had spent the afternoon sipping cold beer and discussing lewd plans for seducing the men into their newfound sexual happiness. While they stroked each other's tits or groped for furtive feels of one another's hot cunts, they extolled the virtues of their own husbands as lovers. Each woman was eager to share her two lovers with one another. Each had fantasies about being able to enjoy lesbian and heterosexual love in the same orgiastic scene.
As the afternoon wore on, they grew more nervous about being interrupted by the men in the midst of their dallying. So they had held themselves back. With the result that both were now ecstatically horny.
When Annie saw Mimi dancing with… her husband, she lost no time in puffing Sam onto the floor with her. Sam seemed reluctant at first. "So you had a good day, did you, Sam? Tell, what do men talk about when they're alone?"
"Women, naturally." Sam giggled nervously. For some reason, the movements of Annie's lush tits made him think of Mimi. Suddenly the new husband was being overwhelmed by uncontrollable lust for women other than his wife. Sam started to worry that he was losing his grip. Was his marriage failing? Then Annie accidentally brushed her heaving mounds against his chest. Sam quit worrying. He realized that even a statue could act help being turned on by Annie's lovely globes.
"Just the opposite of what women talk about," Annie told him. "If we all got together, we could have a nice, well-rounded conversation… don't you think?"
Sam started to sweat. If he hadn't known better he would have been sure that Annie was suggesting something obscene, like an orgy. The thought made his cock throb.
She seemed like a nice young woman, a kid almost. Was there more than met the eye going on under that lovely mop of swaying blonde hair?
"Shit, honey… I've had too much to drink to do any thinking at all!"
Annie grinned mischievously. She shook her shoulders energetically. Her tits went crazy. "Oh Sam, you're funny," she told him and became lost in the wanton self-expression of the dance.
Tate was astounded at how shamelessly the brunette threw her body in his direction. He realized that Sam and Annie were dancing close by, but he couldn't take his eyes off Mimi. If he hadn't known better, he would have been sure that the French beauty was trying to seduce him.
She shook her small firm tits right at him. She turned around and showed him her ass, wagging it saucily back toward his aching groin. Tate was afraid he was going to give himself away any minute, but each time Mimi turned back, to look at him, her eyes remained at his eye level. Her dark orbs shone at him, telepathed an erotic message. Tate began to wonder what the women had been up to this afternoon. Both of them were acting like a couple of party girls on the make.
At last he looked over at Annie. Her big tits were bouncing more wildly than ever, keeping time with the primitive beat of the music. Tate could see that Sam was impressed. Very impressed. Sam had never been much for dancing, but he was moving his hips now as if dancing were his favorite sport. His eyes never left the beckoning outlines of Annie's breasts.
It disturbed Tate that Annie wasn't paying any attention to him and Mimi. He had already noted that Annie didn't seem to have a jealous bone in her body, but it would have flattered him to see her cast at least one glance in his direction. He felt neglected.
Until he looked back at Mimi. The brunette obviously was not neglecting him. She was still watching him roguishly. Her body was still putting its all into the dance. All Tate's instincts told him to reach out and grab her. Somehow he knew that it would be all right with Mimi.
It was Sam that Tate was worrying about. The two friends had shared a special closeness today. Tate didn't want to jeopardize it by making a play for Sam's wife… even thought she was already making a play for him. Tate knew that Sam was always possessive of his women. He didn't see why he should be any different with Mimi.
Unless Sam might be interested in a trade…
Tate's cock began to throb at the obscene thought. It was extremely daring. He and Annie had never discussed such a thing. But Tate sensed the opportunity was right here, staring him in the face… if only someone set the game in motion. He knew the women were interested. Sam seemed the only unknown quantity.
Mimi was dancing very close. Tate's temperature was high and getting higher.
"Tate… you dance so well… you have such grace for such a beeg man. I love the way you move," Her eyes glanced approvingly at his hips. Tate realized she was looking straight at his hard-on.
"Excuse me a minute, Mimi… I haven't really had a chance to talk to my wife all evening." He knew it was an awkward exit, but Tate couldn't take any more of the pressure. He grabbed Annie by the arm and guided bet back to his office. "Excuse us." He patted Sam on the shoulder, just to let his friend know that nothing was amiss.
He sat in his comfortable padded chair that had been a gift to himself when he received his check for his first manuscript. Annie looked down at him, flushed and expectant. "What's the matter, Tate?"
"Nothing's the matter, exactly. I just want to know what you and Mimi are up to. You act like you're trying to promote an orgy."
Annie fell to her knees and smiled up at him. "Doesn't it sound like a good idea?" She started to pull down Tate's fly. "Your cock seems to think so. It's hard already!"
Tate was not satisfied that the conversation was going the way he had intended. But he had had a lot of bourbon today, and a lot of erotic input. The minute Annie's hand closed around his cock, he groaned and slid his ass forward in the chair. His gonads could not resist the prospect of an impromptu blowjob. The thought that their friends were dancing out in the living room while his wife was stroking his hard cock gave him a perverted thrill.
"Aaaagghhhh!" With deft swiftness, Annie had his cock by the turgid base and was nibbling hungrily on the head of his swollen cock. Her tongue had never been so supple, nor so moist and satisfying in the soft strokes that swirled round and round his cock-tip.
Tate wondered briefly if the episode with Annie had opened up his sensuality. Annie always turned him on, but tonight her mouth seemed to be endowed, with the keys to paradise. Instead of trying to coax her to stop, like a good, host, he rocked his hips upward, pushing his cock in between her willing lips. He forced the thick shaft inside all the way to the base. She groaned lustily and started to bob her head up and down in long tempting strokes. Tate knew now that he would not get back to the living room before his cock had dumped a hot load deep into his wife's throat.
"Oh suck me, baby! Christ, you've got the sweetest mouth in town!" He worried immediately that he might have said the wrong thing. Would Annie wonder how he knew that she had the sweetest mouth in town. Would she worry that he had been sampling elsewhere?
His comment didn't seem to have slowed her down any. If anything, her ripe round ass seemed to be moving more wantonly than ever inside her skirt. Tate forgot all about the hot redhead who had sucked his cock this afternoon. He conceit hated eagerly on the way his wife licked and sucked and snuggled his cock into the hot soft places in her mouth.
His big writer's hands tangled in her thick blonde hair and guided the movements of her head up and down over his pulsing cock. His balls throbbed at the sound of the low gurgles in her throat as she struggled to adjust to his forceful rhythm.
The wilder wiggles of her ass indicated that she was enjoying tending to his big cock at the pace his hands demanded. She hummed non-stop as her head worked out its frantic rhythm. Her humming sent thrilling vibrations from his cock throughout his vulnerable body. "Aaiiee… God, baby, keep it up! That's fantastic!"
From the way she was working, Tate guessed that she was eager to feel his hot cum shooting into the back of her throat. He didn't fight her. Instead his loins surged heatedly forward. His cock lurched into her mouth over and over again. Each time his cock-head blasted its way into the humming cavity of her mouth his self-control grew a little shakier. His hands clutched her hair more intensely.
"Uuuhhh… Jee-zuz, baby! Jee-zuz!" His cock spasmed and began to shoot jets of sperm deep into the back of her throat. He watched the dreamy look on her face as she busily swallowed every last drop of his jism. Suddenly, Tate felt weak as a kitten. His hands fell from her hair. His head lolled back. "Baby… that was sensational!" She licked her lips greedily. "Mmmmm, you're telling me! Tasty too!"
Tate's base instinct tried to coax him into failing asleep in his chair, but he finally managed to rouse himself. "Well, I guess I know what you sexy women want now! You want to get us all rutting and grunting together… eh, beautiful?" He ran his hand passionately through her hair.
"We thought it might be fun," Annie replied demurely. She felt giddy with the day's input. Sex with the most beautiful woman she had ever known, lots of wine, drinking a hot load of her husband's cum… Annie felt like she was sinking into a sea of sensuality. It was a good feeling. She was more excited than she could ever remember being before. She was afraid to push the orgy idea too hard. She was terrified Tate might say 'no'! Then, that would be that!
"Well, I don't want to go losing my oldest friend through the schemes of a couple of horny women…" He was teasing her. He was getting as hot for the idea as she was. He was remembering the way Mimi's trim body gyrated as she danced.
"… but, if it's okay with Sam, it's okay with me!"
His teen-aged wife hugged him tight. "Oh Tate! You're wonderful! I can hardly wait! This will be the biggest adventure we've ever had!"
For just an instant, Tate wasn't sure that he liked the idea of his wife being so eager to screw another man. He reminded himself that he was just as eager to screw another woman… and had in fact done that very thing this afternoon. There would be no harm in letting his wife have this one little fling, under his supervision.
They were about to enter the living room when telltale noises stopped them short. "Ooooohh. Sammmeeeeee."
Tate peeked around the corner from his hiding place in the hallway. Annie stuck her head in under his. He heard her gasp.
The beautiful girl was kneeling over a stool in the middle of the living room. She still wore her dress, but it was pushed all the way up to her waist. Tate saw no sign of her panties. He wondered if she had been naked underneath all the time, when she was dancing with him. He felt a new surge in his groin. "Sexy woman," he muttered under his breath as he watched Mimi lunge her ass back against Sam's stroking cock. Sam was screwing his wife right in the middle of his living room!
"Sexy man!" Annie sighed. She was watching the thick girth of Sam's cock disappeared again and again deep up into Mimi's pussy. She felt a wet thrill in her own pussy as she reached that, earlier today, she had been nibbling on that hot pink cunt. And now the handsome professor was stuffing his hard cock into Mimi's responsive hole!
The teen-ager had been plenty aroused already. But watching her husband's old friend screwing his wife with such abandoned gusto made her cunt dare wet and hungry. She reached book for crotch of Tate's trousers and stroked his cock. It was already getting hard again.
"Why don't you screw me?" she whispered, loud enough, she knew, for the other couple to hear. She saw Sam and Mimi look over their shoulder toward the hallway. Their faces were clouded with lust Sam looked slightly apologetic, but he continued to ram his cock steadily up into his wife's cunt.
"I thought you guys had turned… uuuuuu!"
"No, we… uh…" Tate's ears were still ringing with Annie's lewd suggestion. He watched his impulsive, young wife crawl out onto the living room rug. She pulled her skirt up over her naked ass. "Little whore!" he accused her, his voice thick with lust. "Running around with no panties again!"
He kneeled behind her, assuming the same mounting position that Sam had taken with Mimi. He found the wet opening to Annie's cunt and drove his cock far into her clutching hole. Her guttural sighs of contentment egged him on. He began to work his cock in and out of her pussy. As ha had this afternoon, he matched his pace to Sam's. Again the two old friends were screwing in unison. Only this time each was sinking his cock into the wet snatch of his own wife!
The unexpected situation had the big writer intensely aroused. His balls ached with hunger for more of his wife's tight-gripping cunt. Each time his cock drove its way into her greedy channel, he let out a little moan of relief. He wanted that wet warm feeling so much, and there it was again, tugging his cock to steadily growing hardness!
"Uuuuuhhh… thees ees so exciting… I never had so much fun een France!" Mimi was making a lusty joke, but what she said came from her guts. She was not yet screwing her woman lover's handsome husband, but she was doing what she considered the next best thing. She was exhibiting her lush ass to his gaze, while he rammed his hard cock into his wife's cunt just a few feet away. They were sharing sexuality, though they weren't touching… yet. In France, she had never had friends who were willing to be so bold in their relationships. Mimi had only dreamed of this kind of abandon. "Screw me, Sammeeee! Screw meeee!"
Sam was not quite sure how he had gotten himself into such a compromising situation. When Tate and Annie had left the room, Mimi had started to talk to him about swapping partners for more than dancing. He hadn't been able to believe his ears. Jealous Mimi… was willing to share him with another woman. The thought had excited him – he remembered Annie's big bouncing tits – but then he started to worry about whether he was willing to share Mimi. He and Tate had always been friendly rivals in their pursuit of women. It was one thing to share a whore… but to share his own wife!
Anyway, the next thing he knew was that Mimi had lifted the skirt of her dress and was begging him to screw her. The others had retired for the night, she said. Sam had been drunk enough that the sight of Mimi's swaying ass spoke straight to his rutting instinct, without consideration of social niceties. He had not been so drunk that his cock would not do what he wanted it to do. It grew hard as a rock. And now he was screwing Mimi while his best friend screwed his wife a short distance away.
It was undoubtedly the most bizarre experience he and Tate had ever shared. Sun was intensely excited by the overwhelming aura of sexuality in the room. But still, he felt very possessive of Mimi. It was hard not to, with her hot cunt gripping his cocky bringing it such tantalizing pleasure. "Honey, you have the sweetest cunt in the whole world!"
"Oooohhhh… aaaahhhhhh…" Annie's groans were primal and vocal. Sam could not help hearing, even though his cock was safely inside his wife's heated twat. He could not help getting obscene thoughts about Annie, the precocious teenager, mixed in with his lusty response to his wife's eager pussy.
Annie could almost taste the rich flavor of her excitement. The young blonde had enough of the exhibitionist in her to thoroughly enjoy screwing her husband in front of another couple. She was so thrilled by the wanton depravity of the situation that she could scarcely utter a coherent sound. Her cries were all moans and grunts and sighs. Her cunt was wide open to Tate's thick cock. His lusty thrusts were sending violent stabs of arousal to every one of her sensitized nerve endings. She started to slam her ass harder back against her husband's loans.
"Annie, baby… uuuhh Christ, you're turned on, aren't you, beautiful! Your pussy's never been so hot! Move your ass, girl! Wrap that hot wet pussy around my dock! Uuhhh!" He knew that Annie was getting close to her peak, and she was taking him with her. He clutched his ass-muscles tight and sent his cock railroading up into her steaming cunt, again and again and again…
Sam and Mimi were both the instigators of the erotic urgency that had possessed the room, and its helpless victims. Sam heard the determined grunts of his friend as he relished the tight clutch of his woman's cunt. He struggled to match Tate's accelerated pace. He felt himself getting higher. He felt Mimi's pussy clutching him more feverishly. He heard her lusty sighs of surrender and he grunted with relief for there was no holding back for him, either.
"Oooohhh Sammeeee! Harder! Yesss! Oooo… I'm cummmmn-eeng-g-g!"
"Oh don't I know it, honey! You're taking me right along with you! Jeez-uz-z-z!"
The sounds of the other couple's ecstasy excited Tate and Annie to their own crisis. "Ta-a-ate! I'm cummm-ingg-g! Oh, it's goodd-d!"
"Uuuuhhh! Look out below!"
A long pause followed the raucous outbursts that had filled the room. It seemed awesomely silent, though there was still the sound of soft moans and hard breathing. The women stole pleased looks at one another, but the men kept their looks to themselves. They had come so close together… closer than they had ever been before.
It was almost frightening.
Tate was relieved when Sam picked his wife up off the floor and carried her to the guestroom. They had had enough for one night. All of them. They knew now which way the current flowed, but they weren't sure yet that they wanted to take a swim.
That was how it stood for the men, anyway. The way the women had been wailing and moaning, Tate suspected that they would have gone any way the men pushed them. He was beginning to feel a little awed by his young wife… and doubly so by the smoldering sensuality of his French visitor.
Tate went to bed with the excitement of anticipation forcing the blood through his veins. Something was going to happen… and looking forward to it felt almost as good as the real thing.