Jill fidgeted around from group to group, wondering if Pat had been invited to the party. So far, she hadn't seen him. Maybe the best thing was to put him out of her mind, anyhow.
She knew she was acting like a child, worse yet, carrying on in her mind about a man she barely knew.
Yet, in a way, Jill felt she had an intimate relationship with Pat. Mostly on the strength of that wild fantasy-fuck, when it had really been Hal plowing a furrow up into her cunt.
Sill wondered if maybe she wasn't just horny. It had been a whole week since she'd last fucked Hal. The night of the last party. The night of the phantom Pat-fuck.
Maybe she'd just better quit playing around and wait until Hal took her home. She'd let him fuck her, if she wanted to. He sure hadn't been paying much sexual attention to her lately. This new realization came as a slight shock to Jill. She'd been so wrapped up in her own preoccupations that she'd hardly noticed. Hey! Maybe she'd better pay more attention to her home life!
Jill looked around for Hal. He was buried in a taking, laughing group, mostly female, mostly smashed. As she walked over to her husband, Jill saw he was deep in conversation with a lithe, sexy blonde. Where had she seen the woman before?
Then it came to her. At the last party. Locked deep in conversation with Hal. She'd been too interested in Pat then, to notice. Come to think of it, Hal had been talking to the blonde earlier this evening. Ever since they'd gotten to the party.
A small spark of jealousy flared up in Jill's mind. Even though she'd been bored with her husband lately, she felt alarm. Suddenly her basic security was threatened.
"Having a good time, dear?" she asked, moving next to Hal, possessively taking his arm.
"Huh? Oh, yea… sure," Hal grunted. His eyes barely met hem, then swung back to the blonde. "Honey, I want you to meet Sue. Sue, this is my wife, Jill."
Hal seemed to be going through the introduction ritual purely out of habit. Jill had the idea he hardly knew she existed. Becoming angry, she debated causing some kind of mild scene. Nothing she'd have to be too embarrassed about later. Maybe she could just start talking to Hal about something intimate. Some topic that would automatically cut out Sue.
Then she saw Pat. He had come into the room, alone, she noticed. No one with him. His dark, lively eyes swept over the group, met her, and stayed put. She felt a little thrill as she saw he was looking at her in recognition – and with pleasure.
Well, two could play Hal's game. "See you later, dear," she murmured, letting go of his arm.
She let herself drift through the crowd, apparently aimlessly, saying hello here and there, finally ending up close enough to Pat so one of them would have to acknowledge the other.
Pat spoke first. "Hello, Jill," he said.
For a skinny guy, he certainly was sexy. Or so Jill thought. There was something so alive about him. So direct and sensual in the frank way his eyes slid approvingly up and down her lush figure. She felt a funny little flutter in her belly. As if she was about to get fucked.
"Hi," she said wishing she could think of something witty to say. But it wasn't necessary. Pat's eyes on her body told her that. For the first time in her life, she found herself approving of a man lusting after her for her body. She didn't give a damn whether or not he thought she had a brain in her head. All that mattered was the desire showing so plainly in both their eyes.
Hey, wait! she warned herself. You're a married woman! Jill felt a hint sinking inside herself as she faced that fad straight on. Her intense sexual attraction to Pat could never materialize as anything but fantasy.
Well, then, let fantasy reign. For the rest of the evening she'd pretend she and Pat had a sexual future. And she could see Hal glancing over at her. His eyes narrowed as he saw her standing with Pat. Serve him right if he got a little jealous, the lecher, with that damned blonde, Sue!
The rest of the evening passed very pleasantly for Sue, lost in conversation with Pat. She found him very interesting to talk to. Several times she tried to figure out why she found him sexy. She finally decided it was because he so openly desired her, in such a boyish, innocent way. His whole being said, in a friendly voice, "I'd like to fuck you!" Her whole being shouted back, "Me, too!"
Finally it was time to go home. Jill saw Hal squeeze Sue's hand before he left her, on his way to his wife. Now it was Jill's turn to introduce Pat to her husband. The two men shook hands, friendly enough, but with that strange male reserve, like two dogs cautiously sniffing at one another's genitals. They bath knew there was a woman between them.
On the way home, Hal was quiet most of the trip. So was Jill. Her thoughts were full of Pat.
"That guy, Pat looks like a nice guy," Hal finally said.
"He is," Jill murmured absently.
"It seems to me you're really attracted to him." Jill's head jerked up. Such directness she hadn't expected. "No more than you are to that Sue!" she snapped.
Hal smiled wryly. He had expected that. It was true. He definitely was attracted to Sue. What a build, what a set of tits! And she had made it clear she was also attracted to him. That there was a good chance they might end up in bed together. The very thought of sinking his cock in Sue's golden body made Hal catch his breath.
But she had also made it clear to him she wasn't going to fuck him unless it was all right with his wife. "I'm no home wrecker, and I don't sneak around," Sue had said flatly. A woman who knew her own mind.
When Hal had noticed the attention Jill and Pat were paying to one another, an idea had slowly formed in her head. Why not let Jill sleep with Pat? Then she couldn't complain if he made it with Sue. He had a friend, Harry. Married to a good-looking wife, who went in for swapping. He'd told Hal all about it. At the time, Hal hadn't been able to imagine how he could control his natural jealousy enough to let someone else fuck his wife.
But his lust for Sue was making him willing to give and take. A lot. Also, it hadn't been lost on him that something had gone out of their marriage. Some of the excitement. Maybe a kinky situation like he was thinking of might make the difference.
"Don't get me wrong," he said to Jill. "I don't mind at all. I meant it when I said he was a nice guy. I liked seeing you with him." Which wasn't completely true. Hal still had a little residual jealousy.
Jill was confined. What the hell was Hal getting at? Having been caught in her open admiration of Pat, and still smarting over the way Hal had literally drooled all over Sue, Jill was feeling very defensive.
"What would you think…" Hal started to say, "what would you think if I said it was all right me if you… sleep with him?" There! He'd said it!
Jill's eyes opened wide. First with surprise, then with horror. Instant paranoia flooded through her. Hal was trying to get rid of her!
"I… I think that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard!" she choked out. "You… you just want to get rid of me so you can sleep with that… that creature, Sue!" she gasped. "Hal, I don't know how you can be so crude!"
Vainly Hal tried to reassure his pretty young wife, toil her his feelings about the declining state of their marriage. Or at least their sex life. But Jill wouldn't even talk to him. They rode the rest of the way back to their house in tense silence. Jill made a big show of getting extra bedding and setting herself up on the couch. Hal begged her a couple of times to come to bed with him, but finally angrily stomped off alone into the bedroom.
Jill was so upset it was impossible for her to go to sleep. Besides, the couch was uncomfortable. More than once she nearly decided to give up her protest and join Hal in their big comfortable bed.
But she was genuinely horrified at what he had proposed. What particularly upset her was that his suggestion she go ahead and fuck Pat was exactly what she herself wanted to do. Her whole body ached for it, and now, her last reason not to, the faithfulness she owed to her husband, had been removed by her husband and herself.
She just couldn't accept what Hal had proposed. In her mind, if she did, then she would be liable to the same treatment. Hal could run right out and fuck Sue. For the fist time in a long time, Jill realized how much the unthinking stability of her marriage meant to her. And now it was being threatened by dangerous, unsettling innovations the house quieted down around Jill. From the bedroom she heard Hal's soft snoring. The bastard! Sleeping while she agonized on the couch!
In the silence, Jill's mind began to wander. Without any warning, she found herself thinking about Pat again, and his imagined cock. The cock she had never seen in real life. Now it was possible. There was no missing the open invitation in his eyes. All she had to do was let go, do what everyone else wanted her to do – Pat, her own husband, even Sue!
But she couldn't! It was all too new! Hal's casual suggestion threatened the whole pound of Jill's security!
Still, she couldn't stop thinking about Pat. And the more she thought about him, the hornier she got. A whole week with nothing up her cunt!
Jill was tempted to go into the bedroom and get Hal to fuck her. She could pretend it was Pat, like she'd done last time. But she'd be damned if she'd give Hal the satisfaction.
She thought about Pat again. About his sexy eyes. About the cock hidden inside his pants. Her cunt began to heat up, simmering like pudding on a stove. Damn! She had to do something!
She was hot, sweaty. Telling herself it was only to cool off, Jill wriggled out of her nightgown. She tried to relax under the thin sheet, but was too disturbingly aware of her sensitive cunt-lips rubbing together every time she moved.
What was worse, the sheet kept dragging across her nipples. They began to harden, poking up against the smooth material. Goose bumps broke out all over the nervous young wife's body. Oooohhh, her tits felt so sensitive!
She wondered how it would be to have Pat running his hands over their tender roundness, his fingers tweaking her hotly swollen nipples.
Without realizing she was doing it, Jill began to caress her own tits. "Mmmmm," she sighed as her palms glided over the tips of the erotically swollen globes. Her nipples throbbed with delight.
"Oooohhh, Pat," she sighed.
With a start, she realized she'd spoken out loud. Jill held her breath, wondering if Hal had heard. But his snores continued, peaceful and undisturbed. She remembered what a sound sleeper he was.
Jill's fingers began to dig into the soft flesh of her big tits. She no longer fought the intense feelings zinging through her body. Her thoughts of Pat became more vivid the harder she mauled her.
The sheet slipped lower as Jill writhed beneath it, until it was nearly down to her crotch. She felt the edge dragging across the upper fringes of her pussy hair, reminding Jill that her cunt needed attention, too. The more she aroused her throbbing tits, the hotter her pussy became.
"Ohhhhhh… damn!" Jill moaned.
She knew she couldn't fight it. She knew she was going to masturbate, right there on the living-room couch with her husband asleep in the other room. And every moment of it she was going to think about Pat!
Jill kept one hand working at her tit. The other stole lower, gliding over her trembling, naked belly, until it ran into the sheet. She pushed it onto the floor, totally baring her body. Then she reached down and pressed the tips of her fingers against her pussy-mound.
"Mmmmmnnnn," she sighed as a thrill of pleasure shot through her cunt.
For the next few minutes Jill stroked her outer pussy-lips, feeling the inner slit grow hotter and wetter. Only when she felt pussy juice gushing out of her cunt, running down onto the insides of her thighs, did she finally part her legs and work one fingertip up into her seething slit, her finger squishing through a sea of hot fragrant wetness.
"Uuuunnnggghhh," Jill moaned as her finger made contact with her tender inner tissues. She let the tip slide under her tender inner labes, softly stroking their sensitive softness. Her fingers slid easily through the well-lubricated channel.
Jill was teasing herself, putting off the moment when her finger would finally head straight for the bull's-eye – her impatiently waiting clit. She moved her fingertip higher, right up to the base of the wild sensitive little nub. She spread her legs wide, opening up her gash farther. She sensed the rosy tip of her clit pop out from behind its protective covering.
"Aaaaahhh," Jill moaned as she finally glided her slippery fingertip over the top of her throbbing love-button. Her body jerked convulsively as a bolt of pure pleasure rocketed through her cunt.
Ooooohhhh, God, it would be wonderful to have Pat touching her like this, stroking her pussy-slit, getting her ready… ready to fuck!
Jill tried to visualize Pat lying next to her on the couch, his naked body pressed close to hers. She pretended one of the upholstery buttons on the back of the couch was the tip of hit swollen prick, jabbing demandingly into her side. The prick that would soon stab far-up into her hungry cunt.
Her cunt! Jill switched her finger from her glowing clit and slid it eagerly down the well-greased track of her pussy-slit. It caught in the opening to her cunt. She felt her pussy-hole flower open a little, hot and pulsing aching to be filled.
"Uuuummmm," Jill sighed as her finger slipped up into her cunt. She felt her hot wet pussy wails pulsing eagerly around her intruding finger. She began to finger-fuck herself, slowly sliding her finger in and out, shoving it as far up into her asshole as it would go.
Which wasn't far. Her finger was woefully tort. A lot shorter than a cock. And a lot thinner. That pert she could do something about. She slipped mother finger up into her cat beside the first. And when her pussy had gotten ad to that, a third. Soon, she was literally fist-fucking herself, four fingers ramming steadily up into her cunt.
"Mmmmm… Pat," she whispered, trying to pretend it was Pat's cock skewering up into her shuddering snatch. But it was a hard pretense to keep up… unless she wanted to believe Pat had a tort thick cock only four inches long.
Her fingers just weren't long enough! The upper reaches of her pussy screamed for attention, but her groping fingertips couldn't roach.
She needed something longer. Something that would ram pleasure all the way up to her womb. But what?
Thai she remembered. Just a couple of days to go a brush salesman had come to the door. To get rid of him, Jill had finally agreed to buy a dish mop. A dish mop with soft strands, but most important of all – a long plastic handle.
Jill pulled her dripping fingers from her cunt. Getting to her feet a little shakily, she went into the kitchen. The dish mop was just where she had left it, in the back of a drawer, still unwed.
She pulled it out, examining it, turning it over and over with trembling fingers. Oh, yes! It would do. The handle was about eight or nine inches long, smooth and slick, about the same thickness as a good-sized cock. And thank God it was plastic. Jill would have been afraid to use it if it had a wooden handle. Splinters.
Trying not to think how ridiculous she must look, Jill carried her new lover, the dish mop, back to the couch. She lay down on her back and spread her legs. Cold air gushed up into her open wet cunt.
The trembling young woman worked the broad tip of the dish-mop handle up between her pussy-lips. She flinched. It was cold. So unlike a warm, living cock.
The dish-mop handle went into her cunt fairly easily, especially after she smeared a little pussy juice over its smooth plastic length.
"Uuuunnnhhhh," Jill moaned as she slowly rammed the cold hard shaft up into her pussy-hole.
She felt herself being spread open to accommodate the odd dildo she was shoving up her cunt. God, it was so long! It seemed to slide in forever, inch after inch, until at last she felt the rounded tip stretching the hr end of her pussy-channel.
There was still a little bit of the shaft sticking out. And of course, the mop-head. It protruded from between her legs, a fluffy white man, a little like a rabbit's tail. She could get a good hold on it the soft mop-head wasn't likely to slip in her grasp.
Jill started experimenting. Oooohhh, it felt good as she slowly moved the dish-mop handle in and out of her trembling cunt. She had so much control! She could decide how deep it was ping to go up into her shuddering hole, how fast, at what angle.
For a while she even rotated it, spinning the shaft between her fingers, twirling it around and around up inside her snatch.
Low, whimpering cries of delight bubbled from the brunette's throat. This was wonderful! But then she realized she'd forgotten her first intentions – to pretend the dish mop was Pat's cock!
"Oooohhhh, lover, fuck me!" Jill panted a she began fucking her kitchen mop harder and harder into her creaming cunt. "Mmmmm, Pat, shove your hard cock all the way up to my tonsils!"
Jill had both hands on the dish mop now ramming it fiercely in and out of her steaming pussy-hole. She'd never had anything rammed so far up her snatch before. She could do anything to herself she wanted!
Jill took one hand from the dish mop and began stroking her clit again, at the same time keeping the plastic shaft chugging in and out of her cunt with the other hand.
"Oh, God, I can't stand it!" she babbled. "It's all too much!"
Jill's entire cuntal area burned and glowed. Her finger against her clit, her cunt full of mop-handle. A wild excitement grew, far up inside her belly.
"Pat… baby… I'm… I'm going to cum!" Jill whimpered.
Her finger flew faster and faster over her clit. She pounded the mop-handle as far up into her cunt as it would go.
She was almost going to beg Pat to cum with her, when she remembered his cock was only the lifeless plastic handle of a cheap dish mop. Nothing would come spurting out its smooth tip. No warm sperm would flood into her thirsty cunt.
No matter. It felt wonderful anyhow. Almost defiantly, Jill dug the fingers of both hands into the soft mop again, and screwed it as far up into her shuddering pussy as it would go.
It was almost as if the tip of it broke through some invisible inner barrier. Something let loose far up inside Jill's womb and she was cumming.
"Mmmnnnggghhh!" she moaned, gritting her teeth, trying not to cry out, afraid she would wake Hal and he would catch her in the midst of her lewd mop-fucking. Because she knew she wouldn't stop. Not even if he were standing right over her, staring down in shock.
But it was no good and she knew it. She had lost control near the end, when the only thing that mattered was how hard she could ram the mop-handle up into her screaming gash. She'd either have to fuck Pat for real, or push him out of her mind.
For a moment she thought, Why not? Go ahead and fleck Pat. Even your husband says he doesn't mind!
But such a big step. To suddenly decide to toss away her marriage vows. To open up her marriage to new and dangerous forces. Who know how she and Hal would feel about one another, when both of them were out fucking other people?
Because she had no doubt, once she had fucked Pat, that Hal would be all over Sue. She still didn't know it wouldn't be the first time he'd been unfaithful to her.
What to do? Wearily, Jill started to sit up, but a sharp twinge reminded her the dish mop was still stuck up her cunt. She slowly drew it out. It came loose with a wet sucking sound. She looked at the mop. The handle was shiny with her cunt juice. The soft head had turned soggy and smelled like pussy.
"Ugh!" Jill said. A sudden burst of anger swept over her, and she threw the dish mop across the room.