"I tell you I couldn't be happier with the trade!" exclaimed Candy, looking nervously at her sister.
She was afraid Mandy might be insulted that she preferred Charlie to her own dull husband. But Candy's twin didn't show the least bit of anger at the words.
"I sort of like it with Stan, too," the other woman admitted. She sipped at her coffee, then fumbled out a cigarette and lit it. She was having a hard time telling Candy she preferred Stan to Charlie.
Candy heaved a deep breath and launched into what she had to say. "I think we should make the switch permanently. I really do. I love the way Charlie fucks. He is simply the best cocksman I have ever been to bed with. He's super!"
"You think so?" said Mandy, still unsure of herself. She didn't want her sister making any sacrifices for her benefit. They had gone through school doing it that way. Always the noble Candy protecting her not-quite-so-bright and social sister. "I wouldn't mind making the switch either, but I want to make sure you really mean it. Really."
"I really do," said Candy. "We actually fucked nine times last night. I couldn't believe it. I figured it out. Almost six hundred feet of cock. Six hundred feet of wonderful fucking prick! And all for me!"
Mandy shivered a little. She had never worked it out that way, but it sounded gross. She preferred the way Stan made it. It was so simple and laid back – and exciting in its own way. The man didn't make a big thing out of fucking like Charlie did. He wasn't out to get in any sex book on the most times fucked in a night. He went slow enough to make sure she was really hot and then he built up the speed of his fucking.
How could the twins have ever gotten so mismatched in their marriages?
"I don't know if it's legal or not," said Candy, rushing on before Mandy changed her mind.
"What difference does it make if the men are satisfied? I think Stan prefers me, if you want to know the truth."
Candy bristled a little at that, then relaxed. Her sister was probably right. Stan never did understand her incessant need for fucking and sucking and living out her sex fantasies. Charlie understood – and more. He actually helped her live out her wildest dreams. That made life with him all the sexier.
"Okay, let's do it. But we're going to have to swap a lot more info to keep them from finding out. Like I never knew you were a virgin when you got married."
Mandy blushed furiously. It was just about as Candy had thought. Her sister was a real prude. So good, then. She and Stan would have the perfect life together. They could shake hands and then go to bed and go to sleep. Candy intended to do a damned sight more than shake hands with Charlie every night. She was beginning to wonder how many nights in a row the man could fuck like he had done the night before. Candy guessed she could eventually wear him out – but what fun finding out how long it would take!
Candy parked the car in the drive and fumbled out her keys. The keyring was still strange. She vowed to switch over to one like she had for her other house. Mandy and Stan's house, she corrected herself. She had moved out with the agreement with her sister. It would be her and Charlie, Mandy and Stan from now on. All she would have to do was remember that neither of the men knew the change had been made.
She finally got the door open and went into the living room. She sighed at the memory of the fucking that had gone on in this very room the night before. The scene at the disco had been only prelude to the hot and heavy action. She shivered deliciously at the thought of how she had raced around the darkened house like a tiger being stalked by the great white hunter. It was even more fun thinking of what had happened when Charlie had found her. Her asshole still burned from the butt-fucking he had given her.
"Hello, doll," came the quiet voice from behind her.
Candy jumped, dropping her handbag. The presence of anyone else in the room was entirely unexpected. Charlie wasn't due home from work for another hour.
Turning, she saw Stan. The woman turned pale at the idea that the man had figured out the switch so soon. Candy stammered and tried to think of a good excuse. Nothing rational came to mind.
"What's wrong, Mandy?" Stan asked. "You seem so flustered. This isn't like you. You're usually so calm and cool, not flighty like that bitch I'm married to."
"B-bitch?" Candy stammered, realizing Stan meant her. He still thought she was Mandy, but what was this noise? "How dare you talk about my sister that way! She's a good person!"
"That's not what you usually say. You've been telling me what a pushy bitch she is and how you've hated it. And that's why you don't mind fucking around with me these sleepy afternoons. I think it's only your way of getting back at her, but I don't care. Not as long as I can have you."
He came up, his arms circling her waist. Candy tried to back away and found his lips crushing into hers. She was so confused that she didn't know what to do. In spite of herself, she felt her resistance melting. She returned the kiss, wondering what her husband was up to.
"That's more like it, babe," Stan said. "I love these afternoons together. It gives me a chance to get away from her."
"Her? You mean Candy?"
"Sure, that bitch. All the time bugging me about what a lousy lay I am, how I'm just not able to fuck all night long like she wants. You know better, doll, you know me and I can relax with you. I'm not out to prove something. If it hadn't been for you, I'd have dumped her a long time ago. It just seems so strange you being twins and all."
"And how long have we been seeing each other?" Candy asked, trying to control her temper. She realized then that her sister had been seducing Stan all the time. And Mandy had, cleverly maneuvered her into trading husbands! She had actually thought it was all her own idea!
"Year? Year and a half. Who keeps count? Or do you? Am I so good that you put little check marks in your diary?"
"I don't keep a diary," Candy said, then stopped. She didn't know if Mandy kept one or not. She, Candy, never had. It seemed silly to her. She could remember each and every man she had ever fucked. The memory and the warmth remaining in her pussy were all that counted.
"Sure you do. But the hell with that. Let's fuck before I have to go home and face her. You keep me good and tired out. But you understand me in ways she never could."
"Do you ever fuck with Candy when you get home?" Candy asked, suddenly suspicious. She was thinking this might be why Stan was never able to perform more than once. Her cheating sister had worn him out before he got home!
"Hardly ever. You keep ma worn to a frazzle."
"I don't think I'm in the mood today. Go home to her and…"
"And nothing. I want you and it's not like you to tell me no. That's the not tonight I have a headache routine. I don't dig that."
Roughly, he grabbed her and pulled her to him again. She felt his prick rising up against her leg. Stan had never acted this way with her before! And this was only because he had the twins confused. He thought she was Mandy!
"No!"
"Yes! And I mean it!" He crushed her lips with his again. She tried to push him away and found she couldn't. He held her too strongly. He kissed her lips and then worked back along her jawline. She could have found this incredibly sexy if she hadn't been so mad at her sister and her husband.
Stan and Mandy cheating on her! The very idea that she wasn't able to sexually keep her husband happy galled her. It was a challenge and she had failed. What was it about her twin that appealed to him more? Candy couldn't guess.
"Get out!"
"Fuck!" he roared.
He tossed her down to the floor, the soft carpet absorbing some of the impact. She groaned and tried to sit up. He came swarming over her, the cord from the drapes in his hand. She had seen him rip the sash cord off with a savage jerk, but she never expected him to try and tie her up.
Stan? The gentle, quiet man? This wasn't the man she had married. This was a stranger, a man of unbridled sexual needs. She barely recognized him. In spite of her anger, she felt herself beginning to get hot and wet in the pussy. He was so forceful, so dominant. He made her feel like, a woman, and that was something he had seldom done since they were married.
"Bitch," he snarled. "Try and fuck me over when I've got a hard-on for you, huh? I'll show you." Quick loops of the cotton cord around her wrists firmly secured her hands. He tied the rope to one leg of the heavy sofa. With two more jerks, he had equal lengths of cord tied around her ankles. Each foot was tied to a different leg of the piano. She was bound, spread eagled on the floor, totally helpless and completely at the man's mercy.
In spite of the way he raged, Candy was beginning to get hornier and hornier for him. This was the man she should have married. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. The idea of being with him caused her cunt to overflow its juices. "Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped.
He had a pair of scissors in his hand. Without a word, he dropped to his knees beside her and began cutting off her dress.
"No! That's a brand new skirt!" she protested. He took no heed and kept the cold metal blades flashing along her thighs. She cringed away as the metal touched her soft skin. He dragged the sharp point along her leg just enough to draw a shallow gash. The blood welled up and then flowed down her leg.
"Why're you doing this?" she cried out. "I-I'll do anything you want, Stan. It… it's me, Candy! Your wife!"
"No more of those silly fantasies of yours, Mandy. I know my wife and she's still out shopping. Probably fucking the sack boy at the grocery, if I'm any judge. I want you and you're going to take all of this and like it!"
He ran his zipper down. His prick snapped to attention. For a long minute, Candy couldn't take her eyes off the man's prick. She had seen it a thousand times, felt it in her pussy, fucking slowly, gently. This wasn't his prick. This was a mighty pillar of hard manmeat. Her eyes opened in fright. It was puffed up bigger than she had ever seen it.
"No, please, Stan, I am Candy. Really. Really!"
"Lying bitch," was all he said.
His boner jerking and dancing around in front of his crotch, he continued to cut off her clothing. She was soon reduced to only panties and bra. He took savage delight in snipping off her bra and exposing her naked tits. The look in his eyes made Candy feel small and pitiful. She groaned. Never had she felt like this. She was usually the one calling the shots, the one in charge.
No longer. Stan was in command and knew what he wanted.
"Those panties offend me," he said, the metal blade of the scissors pressing into her belly.
She tried to writhe away from the cruel punishment. She found she couldn't. The ropes, binding her hands and holding her legs split so far apart, prevented it.
Closing her eyes made it even worse. There came a snick as the blades cut the band of her panties. She cried out involuntarily as the cold metal touched her cunt lips. He was cutting directly along her gash with the scissors.
"Why are you torturing me like this?" she called out. "Why? What have I ever done to you?"
"Bitch. Cunt! Your very presence offends me. I must show you how to act toward a real man."
She saw his prick jump and buck with added lust. There was no doubt in her mind that Stan was going to fuck her. No, she mentally changed that. He wasn't merely going to fuck her. He was going to rape her.
Rape her, his own wife! And he didn't even know it! She would have laughed if she hadn't been so close to crying. Fear and horror at the helplessness of her situation wracked her.
She cried out again when he ripped away the panties from her crotch, exposing her naked gash.
"See! It's ready for me! I knew it would be. I'm going to fuck that sucking pussy like it's never been fucked before!"
He rolled on top of her, his weight pressing her down into the carpet. She struggled, pulling hard at the ropes on her wrists. She couldn't budge them an inch. She was going to have to take whatever Stan did to her.
She gasped at the feathery brush of his prick across her cunt lips. The electric jolt rocketing all the way up her spine shocked her. She hadn't realized she was this turned on by what was happening. It seemed so bizarre, being aroused by the rough treatment. Cindy realized that she had never expected Stan to be so dominant, so commanding. He was the one in charge and that surprised and aroused her.
She screamed as his prick drove mercilessly all the way up her cunt. Her fuck juices had oiled her pussy, but not enough. The dry prick tore and ripped at her cunt walls. The man didn't seem to take notice of her discomfort. The look of stark pleasure on his face astounded Candy.
She hadn't thought that Stan was capable of enjoying the simplest pleasures of fucking. How wrong she had been! He was able to get his rocks off all right – with her twin sister! No wonder he was never able to fuck like she had wanted him to in bed. He was too worn out from sticking it to Mandy!
"Fuck me," she said weakly, her voice hardly more than a squeak. "Fuck me good."
"I will. When I'm ready."
She quivered. His prick felt bigger than life. She knew that this change was due to the subject of his fucking. He thought she was Mandy and responded more. The way his prick forced hard at her cunt walls made her wonder if he might not really rip her apart all the way to the chin. But she was resilient. Her cunt walls slowly expanded to take the added girth of Stan's fuck stick. And when she was able to comfortably surround his prick, she felt more pleasure than she had in years.
Charlie was one hell of a cocksman, but Stan was showing her what it meant to be a real man.
The ropes cut into her wrists cruelly, but she ignored them. The way her crotch strained, because of the way her legs were pulled so far apart, pained her. The cock thrusting in and out of her pussy seemed larger because of her position. And there was no way she could relieve the tension. She was too firmly tied to the piano legs.
"Now, I will give you what you want, you slimy curt!"
She was startled at Stan's speech. The man hardly ever used words like that. He was totally different. Candy realized in part what she had been missing all these years. How had her mousy twin sister ever achieved any sort of relationship with Stan? Candy didn't know and she knew that was her loss. She could have been the one on the receiving end of such fine fucking all these years. She would never have agreed to swap husbands if Stan had performed like this with her – even once!
The woman heard the man's prick squishing hard and fast into her gooey twat. She couldn't get her head up far enough to see the thick prick penetrating the pink flaps of her cunt lips, but then she didn't have to. She could feel every movement he made.
His prick drove hard into her guts. When his balls wetly slapped against her ass, he began grinding his crotch against hers. The motion of his bush against her clit got her off.
The woman was surprised that she could respond so strongly to her very own husband. For years he had seemed so ineffectual in bed. Now he was turning her on more than any other man ever had.
Charlie had staying power. He could fuck all night long. But this was skill Stan was showing her. He knew precisely how to get her off in the biggest and best way possible. His body ground against her. The feel of his prick buried all the way up her cunt bucking and pulsating against tight pussy walls filled her with sexual need. And the sight of his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily in her face did it.
She came harder than she ever had before.
Being tied down added to the thrill. She could scream and thrash and buck all she wanted. Her muscles pulled hard at her bonds. The sofa moved a little and the piano began to slip on the carpet, but she was still securely tied down. Never had the blonde woman thought that being tied up would be this sexy. She wondered why Stan hadn't done it to her years before.
What she had missed all this time!
"D-do it again," she moaned out. "Fuck me harder!"
"Cunt!"
He rammed into her softly yielding body repeatedly. Nothing but their hard breathing and the sound of cock sliding into aroused cunt filled the room. She came again and again – and marveled at her husband's prick. It seemed to be made out of steel. Usually he came and that was it. Not now. He seemed capable of fucking forever.
She hoped he would.