Hal knew almost at once. One look at Jill's glowing face as she came in the door, the jaunty, sensual swing of her hips told him she'd fucked Pat.
He'd expected to feel elated, because now he could fuck Sue. But instead, Hal underwent an immediate twinge of jealousy. Something he had so far possessed solely, had been used by another man. His territorial instinct flared alive. He felt intensely competitive.
"Well, how was it?" he asked, almost jeeringly. He tried to smile but it came out more a leer.
"How was what?" Jill gasped.
My God! How could Hal have found out? Had he been following her? She was immediately filled with dread. She'd sinned; now she'd have to pay for it. Part of her fear was caused by the last lingering aftereffects of the marijuana. Her brain was still fogged.
"How was your fuck? I mean, how was old Pat? He got a big cock?"
Jill's dismay slowly turned to anger. After all, Hal was one of the ones who'd encouraged her to do this. How dare he question her now!
"Not as big as yours," she answered. "But he really knows how to use it. He's good with his tongue, too."
Jill could tell by the sudden bulging of Hal's eyes that she'd stabbed deep. She began to feel a little ashamed of herself. And a little nervous. A hard, determined look came over Hal's usually placid face. The image of his wife, lying naked, moaning under another man's tongue, having her twat stuffed full of a stranger's cock filled his mind. A sudden fierce blast of desire swept over him. A sudden urge to demonstrate his ownership.
"So he hasn't got much of a cock, huh? Well, baby, you're in luck, because you're gonna get one hell of a lot of cock. Right here. Right now."
"Hey… now wait a moment," Jill said, backing away as Hal moved purposefully towards her. "I'm not in the mood."
Not only was she not in the mood, but her cunt was a little sore. She and Pat had fucked again after their momentous first coupling. The thought of having Hal's big cock shoved up her tender snatch made her cringe a little. And besides, her mind was still filled with warm memories of Pat.
But she knew there wasn't going to be any easy way of stopping Hal. Not without completely alienating him. His eyes looked a little crazy. She'd have to go along and let him do it to her, fuck her. She knew he was being driven by his male ego, and had learned long ago how difficult male egos could become once they were offended.
She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. Hal picked her up easily. From time to time she forgot how strong he was. Pat had been strong, too, but in a quick wiry way. Hal was all power. He carried her halfway across the room towards the dining room, her legs clamped around him to keep from slipping.
"Atta way, baby. You just keep those sweet thighs open. I'm gonna crawl right in between them," Hal mumbled, setting her down on the edge of the dining-room table, then pushing her over on her back, still fully clothed.
It slowly seeped into Jill's mind that she was going to get fucked by two different men in the same day. And the idea thrilled her. Suddenly, she felt immensely desired and desirable. It surprised her to feel her cunt heating up. She was suddenly, fiercely horny. Not particularly for Hal. Just to get fucked by two men in the same day.
Jill made no complaint when Hal pried her legs open and ripped her panties off, even though they were an expensive pair. Hal stared down at her cunt, still damp and tousled from Pat's eager fucking.
"Jesus, he sure left a mess," Hal grunted, wrinkling his face.
But, oddly enough, the knowledge that he was going to stick his cock up into a cunt full of another man's sperm turned him on a little. Made him feel competitive.
Hal stuck a couple of fingers up into Jill's twat. They went in easily. She was still wet and open from Pat's fucking. He watched little dribbles of cum squeeze out past his fingers as he thrust them carelessly in and out of his wife's oozing pussy-hole. His cock began to grow in his pants. It was going to be his turn to plow this fertile furrow in another few seconds.
Jill was surprised to hear herself panting again. She looked up in wonder at Hal. He was so unusually wild! His fingers hurt her cunt a little as he rammed them rather brutally deep up inside. Her sore cunt flinched, but loved every moment of his rough penetration.
There wasn't really any foreplay. Just enough time for Hal to explore his wife's cunt with his fingers, almost as if to make sure Pat hadn't left anything dangerous behind.
Then he unzipped his fly, fishing his swiftly swelling cock out into the open. He stood spraddle-legged, staring up his wife's gaping cunt as she lay on her back on the dining-room table. She still wore her clothes, except for her ruined panties. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist leaving her dark-fringed cunt bare. Her tits pushed the front of her blouse up and down as she breathed raggedly. Jill's eyes stared almost blankly down at her husband's bloated rod. It grew its last few inches as she watched, the dark blood pounding into the swollen head, turning it light purple.
Hal shuffled forward, picking up Jill's legs under the knees, holding one on either side of him, clamped tightly against his waist. She had to reach down herself and place the head of his cock up into her pussy-slit. She had just started to screw the tip into her twat, when Hal suddenly hunched forward, slamming his cock into her cunt with brutal force. He wanted to hurt her a little, make her remember his cock. Prove his mastery.
"Uuuummppphhh!" Jill grunted, the breath knocked out of her by the power of Hal's cock-thrust. She felt the swollen tip pushing ripples of flesh ahead of it, racing far up into her pussy-channel. She knew when it slammed against the far end. She felt herself stretching painfully.
But it was wildly exciting to be fucked this way, like she and Hal were two rutting animals, with the memory of Pat's rubbery but talented cock still fresh in her mind. Suddenly her sex life was rich again, exciting, thrilling.
"How do you like this, baby… some real cock?" Hal panted.
His hips churned forward powerfully, burying every inch of his cock again and again up into his wife's juicy snatch. He looked down, watching his cock slide in, pushing petaled pink flesh up into Jill's cunt ahead of it. Watching that same pink flesh cling lovingly to his white cock-shaft each time he pulled it back out, ready for another lunging thrust. His loins smacked wetly against Jill's wide-splayed, wet crotch.
"How do you like it, baby? How do you like it?" Hal kept repeating.
But Jill couldn't answer. All she said was a grunted "Uh… uh… uh…" every time she felt her belly filled with hard, pounding cock-meat. She was racing to orgasm, turned on by her husband's wild lust. Also, she was finding, the more she fucked, the hornier she became. Her second fuck with Pat had been wilder than the lint. She'd cum twice. Now, she knew she was going to really explode.
"Aaaaarhhh!" she wailed as her body bucked in orgasm.
It happened so fast it took Hal by surprise. He watched his wife's sleek belly suddenly suck inward, the muscles ridged up as she spumed wildly on the table top. Gouts of hot pussy juice sprayed out over the table cloth.
"Jesus God Almighty!" Hal whispered.
Just watching Jill cum filled his balls with hot pulsing fire. He knew he was on the way, too. What a shame she'd already shot her wad. He liked it when she came with him.
He reached down and grabbed her as, jerking it tightly upward, holding her quivering cunt lightly against his loins. Now he could dig his cock up into her gurgling depths a little deeper. Hal planted his feet firmly and started fucking as hard as he could. His cock swelled and swelled.
"Okay, baby! Get ready for my hot jism!" Hal panted. "It's on its way up into your sweet snatch."
"Ooooohhh, yes! Squirt it up into my snatch, Hal! Fill me with it! I want it! Yes! Yes!" Jill whimpered. Then it surprised Hal. "Oooohhhh! I'm cumming again! Cumming! Cuuummmiiinnggg!" As she felt her husband's boiling sperm jet up into her receptive pussy-hole, Jill felt another orgasm sweeping over her. She writhed wildly on the table-top. Thick ropes of Hal's sperm gushed back out her cunt, expelled by its wild internal working.
"Fuck… shit… piss!" Hal moaned, emptying his balls into Jill's cock-gobbling snatch. For the moment he forgot about Pat, forgot about Sue, forgot about anything but the hot bitch panting and moaning under his wild cock-strokes.
It had been such a spontaneous fuck. When it was over, when his balls had pumped themselves dry, Hal abruptly pulled his dripping cock from Jill's cunt and stuffed it back into his pants. Jill flinched a little when she felt her husband's big prick rasping out of her well-fucked cunt. She was really sore now. She knew, if she was going to enter wholeheartedly into full-scale promiscuity, she'd have to toughen up her crotch.
Jill got shakily from the table. She liked the feel of not wearing any panties, of having Hal's cum trickling down the insides of her thighs. She felt sexy, alive. Funny, though. Although she appreciated the wild fuck Hal had just given her, it was memories of Pat that made her belly flutter. Hal was an old familiar known quantity. Pat was excitingly new.
Then it occurred to Jill, like a thunderclap, that the would around her was filled with excitingly new men. If she chose, she could have all the Pats she wanted. Unless Hal interfered, that is. For the first time, Jill began to think of her husband as a possible roadblock. She looked at him narrowly, looking for indications in his face about how he felt.
But for the time being, Jill had nothing to worry about. Having just popped his nuts, and having no doubt that he'd proved to his wife that he was an infinitely better fuck than that skinny little bastard, Pat, Hal was riding high.
"Hey!" he said enthusiastically. "I've got an idea. Never could do anything about it before, but rye got this friend, goes in for wife-swapping and thing like that. Interested?"
Jill's eyes narrowed. Already she was being offered another new cock. Right out of the blue, and by her own husband.
"What's he look like?" she asked suspiciously.
"Oh, fine," Hal assured her. "Kind of a big guy. Lots of class, been around a lot. And has he got a knockout wife!"
Still throbbing from a hard day's fucking, still a little strange in the head from the dope, Jill decided to give it a try.
"Okay," she said cautiously. "Well go out with them. But I want to make it clear right now. If I don't like him, no go!"
"Yeah… yeah… it's a deal," Hal said. He thought a moment. "But you'd better make up your mind before I get in his wife's pants. That'd really pin him off. Hey! Isn't this something? Us talking together about fucking other people and all?"
Jill was unimpressed. Just eager for new cock. She'd discovered a way to really live again. She hoped Hal's friend was as interesting as Pat. Then she realized something.
"Hey! What's this guy's name?" she asked.
"Harry. And his wife's name is Anne. Boy, what a piece of tail she is!"