When I got home that night, I took a long bath. I took off my sweaty clothes and soaked in the bathtub. I must have been in the water for a good hour before I realized Roger would be home soon.
He got home at his usual time and was, as usual, quite tired and unhappy about the heat. Little did he know about my sizzling afternoon, and that my reaction to the blistering sun was just the opposite of his.
After dinner Roger took a shower and dressed up, which was unusual for him. I had already bathed, perfumed my body, and had dressed.
Roger took me aside in the kitchen, putting his arms around my waist and leaning his weight against me and the kitchen counter. "How was your day?" he asked.
"All right," I responded.
"Well," he said, "I was thinking we should go out for a night on the town."
"Okay," I said after a slight pause. "Where do you want to go?"
"Well, I just thought we might go out for a drink and see what happens."
I couldn't believe my ears. In our twelve years of marriage, Roger had never made a suggestion like this one. It was obvious that he was up to something, but I was curious and went along for the ride.
Once in the car, I could tell that Roger was nervous about something, and I thought maybe he was just embarrassed about all we had been through in the past few days. Maybe he felt guilty about the dirty movie, or maybe he just wanted to be nice to me and get me away from the kids and house.
We pulled into Downey's Tavern, a favorite watering hole for our friends. We went inside and ordered a couple of beers. Inside it was dark, the jukebox was playing, and it was cool, almost cold. The air conditioning must have been turned up to full power. It wasn't unusual that the place was nearly empty, considering it was a weeknight and most of our friends went to bed early. They usually avoided the bars until the weekends, when they could stay out late and sleep in the next day.
Roger sat quietly in the dark drinking his beers. First it was one, then two, then three; I lost track somewhere around six. He was obviously feeling no pain when he turned to me and said, "You wanna screw, baby?"
I was startled at first, but thought the beer must have been lowering his defenses. The cold air was filtering in underneath my skirt, I was bored with drinking beer, and I certainly didn't want to discourage Roger.
"Sure," I said, "my place or yours?" And with that we both laughed loudly. A few patrons looked at us and then turned away.
I was still laughing when I felt Roger's strong, cold hand working its way up my leg into my skirt. I lurched forward a bit and then felt his finger playing with my clit. It was starting to feel good when I got hold of myself and told him to stop. I was not about to become a scene for a few drunk stragglers to enjoy. Roger motioned that we should leave and I followed. As Roger was about to open the car door for me, he stopped me, throwing his body against mine and he started kissing me.
"Let's wait," I said.
"Ok, but not for long."
Then I excused myself to the bathroom which was around back. Now by this time I was hot and all horny again, so I decided to use the restroom to pull off my panties and get myself ready for some heavy action.
I stopped at the mirror, admiring my sleek frame in the reflection, then I quickly reached down and rubbed my warm pussy which was itching for some long, hard cock. My hands went to the side of my hips and I began pushing down my panties. They fell to my ankles and I stooped down to get them. Then, in an instant, I lifted up my dress to see my pussy hair and admire my hot cunt. I grabbed my panties, stuffed them in my purse, rubbed my cunt once more, and hurried out the door.
Once I was back in the car Roger seemed a little more detached from me. He started the car up and began driving. He glanced up at the mirror. I looked down at his crotch and noticed his earlier bulge had disappeared.
"How about if we stop by John and Valerie's," he said.
"Sure," I replied.
I felt that Roger was trying to tell me something, but couldn't get up the nerve.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure." Roger seemed like his feelings were hurt. I thought maybe he was mad about my not wanting to get it on at Downey's. I decided I better make it up to him fast, if not sooner, and definitely before we got to John and Valerie's.
I scooted over next to Roger as he was driving. I took my hand and ran it through his hair. Then I whispered gently into his ear, making sure my breath was heavy and warm. He seemed intent on concentrating on the road. Then I reached down with my other hand and quickly unzipped his fly. Roger still had no reaction.
Slowly I began rubbing his cock with the backside of my hand. His lap was becoming warmer as I increased the pressure and frequency of strokes. His prick was almost galloping to a hard-on.
I could feel the warmth of his rod's skin, and his width and length growing in my hand. Then I leaned over to suck his neck. I ran my lips along his collar and used my lips to suck his skin, back and forth.
Then when it looked like we had entered a deserted strip of pavement, I bent down and placed my lips on his cock. It responded by firming up in my mouth and I could see Roger was doing his best to stay on the road.
Both his hands were glued to the steering wheel. I was leaning over in his lap, sucking his rod, and his eyes were darting to the rearview mirror, the road ahead of us, and then down to me sucking him off. I positioned myself better in his lap, out of view, but very much in the center of action.
My tongue came lapping out of my mouth and I tried wrapping it around his rod. I edged my tongue under his cock, and began licking up his balls. He was getting off a little too fast, and for a moment it seemed like we almost went off the road.
I lifted my head slightly and took in as much as I could of his hard prick in my mouth. I made a circle with my mouth and leaned up even further and started to move my head up and down his rod.
The car was hitting occasional bumps, causing him to push his cock into my mouth even further, often hitting his rod on the back of my throat. A couple of times I wanted Roger to pull off the road so I could blow him good with his hot cum shooting down my neck and throat, but I never got the chance.
Roger began driving with one hand on the wheel and with his other pushing my head down on his cock. Didn't he know I was swallowing all I could? His arms were strong and he placed his right hand on the top of my head. He pushed it down as hard as he could, securing a place in my mouth for his rock hard cock.
He let up slightly, and I began massaging his bulging balls with my fingers. He was having difficulty steering the car. I knew we would soon be at John and Valerie's, so I was trying to hurry. I pulled back and began jerking his cock while running my tongue along the edge of his rod.
That was all he needed as cum began dripping out the end of his cock, then a squirt came out, followed by a stream of squirts, until they were covering my face. They first hit my nose, then dripped down the sides, running into my mouth where I could taste his delicious cum. I took my tongue and licked all the cum I could off his rod. I loved swallowing his cum and wanted more. Roger straightened up and I could tell we were about there.
Roger had gotten his rocks off and I had blown him for the first time ever while driving, but we were at John and Valerie's, and my hot little pussy didn't seem to want to wait until we got home that night. Chances were Roger would be too tired to fuck me by the time we would be getting home that night.
He reached down and began pulling his pants up. Then he turned left and we pulled into their driveway. Valerie met us at the door. She was totally nude and seemed as if that was the way people usually met one another. I put my hand up to mouth, not so much out of shock, but out of surprise.
She smiled at us both and said to come in. I wasn't quite sure what was happening as we walked into their living room. Though Roger had only smiled back at her, he had purposely avoided looking at me or saying anything. Roger and I sat down on the couch. Valerie took a chair where she sat down and pulled her legs up in front of her. She wasn't trying to hide anything, she was just trying to be comfortable.
Music was playing in the background, and the lighting in the living room was as dim as the lighting in the bar. Just as we sat down, John came out of the kitchen, and he was naked as well. I let out a little laugh, and then quickly tried to cover it by pretending to cough. John's body was perfect. His balls were huge, his cock was long and sleek-looking, and I thought that he must be one of the best-hung men I had ever seen. In fact, I fantasized about how good it would be sucking his dangling cock and balls into my mouth.
The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed that I had been set up for some kind of swinging activity with the four of us. That would explain Roger's invitation and strange behavior.
What was ironic was that I didn't mind. In fact as the thought raced through my mind, my flesh turned hot with desire, but I didn't want to be too obvious.
John looked towards Roger, and for a moment they seemed at a standstill.
"Did you get things straightened out?" John asked.
But before Roger could stammer out an answer, I blurted out first. "I would love to!"
And with that Valerie and John broke out in smiles. Roger broke into a big, boastful grin. I was sure he was proud of me and relieved about the tense pressure that had filled the room. And he must have been thinking of getting off his rocks into that juicy little cunt of Valerie's.
John came over to me and held out his hand. I reached up for it and we were walking towards the bedroom before I realized what was happening. He shut the door and as he lingered in the door frame so I could see the shadow of his body. It was strong and beautiful. I could hardly wait until it would be climbing all over me with his huge prick searching for my cunt. As John walked over towards the bed, I sat down and began undressing. He stayed a few feet back as I dropped my dress.
I was certain John was still comfortable as he stayed back in the shadows. I looked up at John's rugged, handsome face and our eyes locked.
"Hey, big man, want to fuck my little pussy? Want me to slide my tongue on your rod, then maybe let you cum on my face?"
With that he was doing his best to control his protruding cock which was still growing. I could almost taste his warmth and feel his mighty rod sliding in and out of my hot vagina. He walked to the very edge of the bed and I spread my legs with my pussy facing him.
"Fuck me, big man," I hissed.
John couldn't wait any longer as he climbed onto the bed and poured his throbbing body next to mine. I held my arms around his neck, squeezing as hard as I could, while I was expecting a sharp pain in my cunt any second. Our bodies were locked together in one heaving motion of passion. My legs were spread wide open, I could feel my hot cunt shooting juice out my cunt and sending it down my legs. John moved closer to me and I could feel his cock on my thigh, beating up and down and ready to fuck the inside of my cunt. I didn't let up on my hold and he hunched up his back and rear so he could enter my cunt.
Instead of the sharp, thrusting pain I had expected, I felt a hot rush gradually moving into my cunt and I wanted it. It was solid and firm and I wanted that cock to waste no time in entering me.
The juice was running out of my cunt and down my thighs. As his prick was slowly finding its way into my cunt, I began wiggling my ass up and down, so his cock would enter me faster. In a rush of heat he plunged into my cunt and in a split second he was running his cock up and down the sides of my cunt. John couldn't hold back much more. As I got hotter and hotter for his cock, he became hotter and hotter. I knew I couldn't stop him from coming too fast.
"Fuck me, you wild animal, fuck me inside out and send your cum into my wet pussy, oh, please! Come into my pussy!" I begged.
And with that he shot a wad of cum into my pussy and I could feel a tingle down my back. He arched his hips and continued to shoot his wad inside my cunt. I lowered my fingers down to his ass and dug them into his skin, hoping that he would continue to cum for another fifteen minutes.
But John slowed and even though his cock was still sliding in and out of my snatch, I knew he was growing limp. I knew he would be exhausted and I had just begun to get off. He lowered his body down with the sweat rolling off every side. His body rested on top of mine and slid a bit as we were both totally soaked with sweat. I could feel his heart beating on my breast, and his smell was one of passion. I wasn't ready to give up yet.
I put my arms up over my head and took a deep breath. I put my hands on his shoulders and began to slide his body over the top of mine. I could have never accomplished this if we weren't soaked. His massive shoulders slid by, but not without my licking them as they passed.
I lingered at his tender nipples for a moment, using my tongue to circle them and lick his chest. I pushed him over me again and used my tongue to titillate the path to his dick. As I was realizing this was more work than I had expected, I came upon his pubic hairs. I strained my neck, tilting my chin downwards, but I couldn't reach his cock.
I took another deep breath and pushed myself downward with my elbows digging into the bed and this time I was close enough to smell his sperm and cock. Again I pushed myself down and this time his now limp cock slipped upwards, landing on the left side of my face. I tried to turn my face, but it was difficult.
My tongue fell out of my mouth and I could taste his sweet cum on the end of it. I sucked it back into my mouth and quickly gulped down his cum. Then I did it again, this time holding onto a bigger wad than the time before. I cleared my throat and used all my weight to shift John's body over to the side of the bed. His body fell backwards and I opened my eyes wide, caught my breath, and then rolled over on top of him.
John was still drifting away – maybe he was asleep. I figured it didn't much matter 'cause what I had in mind for him would wake him up. I buried my face in his crotch, turning it to the right and left, letting his sweat and cum find their way into my hair and onto my face. I did this for a few minutes and then I stiffened my neck and in one big suck took in his rod, which was beginning to harden up as a result of all this attention.
I sat up on my legs, bent over his cock and started sucking frantically on his rod. John didn't seem to notice, or care, about the action I was giving his tool. My hands went down as I pulled my mouth away and I rolled his prick between them. It started shooting up right away and I knew it would be only a matter of minutes before his cum would be coming out his cock again.
I was completely satisfied and my horny cunt was getting the best of me. Juices were flowing again, I could feel the muscles in my ass stretching, and the wet hairs on my cunt were also waiting for some more action. They just hadn't had enough. I sucked him some more, getting his prick all hard and firm, teasing it by sucking it, then pulling away just as the cum began running up to its tip. As I was sucking on John's prick I wished I could take a peek and see Valerie and Roger going at it.
Just as my mind was wandering, I heard a groan, a loud one, coming through the wall. They were in the bedroom next to us, and as I strained to listen, I could hear their muffled groans. The thought of them fucking in the next room rushed into my head. It made my pussy even hotter, and John's cock was reaching up for my pussy. Meanwhile my pussy was aching for some cock, any cock, that would enter it.
My cunt was swollen and I could feel the lips of my vagina moving open and shut, trying to grab a man's hunk of meat. I bent down and sucked on John's cock a bit more, and then as I knew he was coming, I opened my legs and plopped my cunt down on top of his cock. As I lowered myself onto his prick I could feel spurts of cum entering my pussy and the deeper I went down on his cock, the higher the shots were into me.
John remained motionless as I was moving up and down on his throbbing, bulging rod and balls. Inside my gut all I could feel was a fury of hot passion. I moved up and down more on his cock and then I lost myself in a sea of juices that rolled down my pussy and out of my hole onto John's cock. I just rocked up and down on his prick while a gallon of my cunt-juice flowed like honey out of my pussy and onto anything it could find.
My orgasm was so overpowering, I kept pumping, even after John's prick had faded away. I recalled him waking up for a moment and thrusting his hips, but I wasn't sure it had happened, as I had been madly addicted to my own orgasm.
I let the tension begin to relax and slid back down off John's prick onto his body. My hair was tangled, soaking wet, and I pushed it back away from my face. I hardly had any strength left. But it didn't stop me from sticking out my tongue and sucking up my cunt-juices that had covered John's crotch. I sucked in as much as I could while I closed my eyes and rested.