Jack and Jill Burns lived in a large frame house that had been built in the late nineteen-twenties. Someone had taken extremely good care of the old house, for it looked better than many of the ones built later than nineteen-fifty.
Jack Burns had bought the place from someone who had, in turn, bought it from the original owner, so I didn't know really which one of the three had been responsible for keeping it in such excellent condition, perhaps all of them had. The house was located on Trio Street, which sounds like a very odd name for a street. A rock group, yes, but a street…? Well… Trio was probably someone's smart idea as a substitution for Third, there being one block in either direction running parallel, a Fourth and a Second Street.
When I left Jill's place it was quite late – about midnight, I would say, but I had only a short distance to go home and when I arrived there, I deliberately went to the side door to let myself in, taking pains to make considerable noise while doing so. This was to warn Mary and Jack that I had returned (so they wouldn't be caught sucking each other, say) and it was also a subtle hint to Jack to cut out for his place. According to our rules, he didn't have to go home till he or Mary felt like it, but I wasn't up to observing rules at the moment.
I wanted to go to bed. And sleep.
Apparently, they had taken no notice of my noise-making; for when I walked upstairs into the big front bedroom where Mary and I slept he was lying across the bed and she was on her knees busily engaged in sucking his rather ugly-looking dick, her red head bobbing up and down frantically. I coughed on purpose, but she merely looked up at me and continued to suck Jack's dick. I glanced at him three or four times before he even bothered to return my glance.
He grinned somewhat sheepishly, waved one hand weakly and closed his eyes. He made no move to push her away from his dick, nor did she offer to knock things off at least until I appeared to be in the process of leaving the room, which I didn't do. Their complete indifference to my presence intrigued the hell out of me and I stood there shifting weight from one foot to the other, wondering what was with these two.
"Hey," I cried, "can't you stop that long enough to look at me?" I meant this for Mary, who was wearing only her pajama bottoms. Her tits stuck out prominently and, strange as it may sound, I was quite proud of them. "Hey," I repeated. "For Pete's sake, hold it a moment."
Mary stopped sucking Jack's dick for about one second, during which time she favored me with a get-lost look and continued with her, joystick gobbling. Jack stiffened his body, and clutched at the sides of the bed, his face a picture of ecstasy, rapture, something. Mary bobbed her head up and down faster, placed her hands under Jack's bare ass, raised him slightly, while he wrapped one leg about her neck lightly. She continued to suck his prick as if her very life depended on doing a good job of it, and then it happened. Jack hollered out and immediately followed this with along sighing moan, while his body, first stiff and rigid, went limp as Mary kept on with her wild, frantic suck job. I think she would have been going down on him yet if he hadn't patted her cheek and told her I was in the room, whereupon she sprang to her feet, grabbed up the tops of her pajamas and pulled them on, very much as if I were a total stranger to her instead of her husband.
"Why the hell are, you here?" she cried. "Were you spying on us, Bull Horton?"
Her face was contorted and I knew she was as mad as could be-I had seen her this way many times before. "Damn you," she went on. "Say something. You were spying on us, weren't you, you fink?"
Jack sighed and sat up suddenly, pulling the bed clothing over his nudity.
"Mary," he said," Bull just happened to stumble in on us. I mean, he wasn't spying on us. You ought to know… he wouldn't do a thing like that… would you, Bull? He…"
"Wait a minute, you two," I broke in. "So what if I was spying on you? What's so terrible about that? Maybe I secretly enjoy seeing my wife suck off my friend. Why get so uptight about it? Anything goes. That's what the four of us have always said. So…" I spread my hands.
Mary sat down on the bed and knocked at her hair with her hand. "I'm sorry, Bull. I shouldn't have accused you of spying. That was nasty of me. Forgive me, please. I don't mind if you see me sucking off Jack."
The tension in the room seemed to melt instantly and all three of us smiled.
"Maybe," Jack said, "I could call up Jill, ask her to come over, and then we could have a four-way fuck-fest. Would that be okay with you wonderful people?"
I shook my head carefully. "Sorry, Jack. Some other time it'll be fine. We should try it in all sorts of different ways, but tonight is out. For a very good reason – I'm pooped."
He laughed and looked at Mary. "Okay, Mary, I'll just pull on my clothing and go home, if it's okay with you."
"You're not mad, are you, Jack?" she asked, looking up at him.
He grinned and looked over at me. "Nope. Not mad. Just want to put my clothes on. Would you…?"
"Sure," I replied, grinning. "I'll step out of the room while you put your clothes on. Sorry. I'm rather slow tonight. Told you I was pooped." I moved out of the room quickly, despite being "pooped" (which I wasn't – not really), and went downstairs. A few minutes passed and Jack came down. "Have a drink before you go, Jack?" I asked, just being polite.
"Think I'll just cut out. See you later, Bull," Jack was out the front door and gone before I could say another word. I wondered if I had offended him in some way, decided I couldn't have. Probably not. Jack was an insurance man whose office was next door to our home. He was thirty years of age, had brown hair, was a fairly good-looking guy, a nice guy certainly, and I definitely didn't want to offend him since offending him (in itself something I didn't want to do) would mean that our four way swap relationship would be ended, something I profoundly didn't want to happen – Jill was too good a piece of ass for that sort of thing.
I had one drink and returned to the upstairs bedroom only to find the lights off and Mary, apparently, in bed sleeping.
"Hey," I said softly. "You sleeping?" No answer.
I said no more but quietly undressed in the dark as best I could and climbed into bed, naked I must have dropped off to sleep. … something very wet and warm was attempting to cover my face and when I tried to lift myself it bore down onto me savagely. With a great burst of energy and show of strength I threw it off and heard a crashing, thudding sort of sound (that is, it was partly crashing, partly thudding, if that makes any sense) and it was then I heard Mary whimpering from the vicinity of the floor.
I say the floor because she had to be there; she wasn't in the bed. Quickly, I turned on a light and leaned over the side of the bed. Mary was sitting on the floor wearing only her pajama tops. She looked at me oddly, brushed her red hair out of her large green eyes, looked at me again and then at her lower extremities.
"I was having the damnedest dream, honey. Guess you could say it was a nightmare. There was this terrible evil thing that kept whispering in my ear to sit on the devil's face and smother him. When I say evil thing that's what I mean, exactly. I never saw anything. I could feel something wet and very warm touching me, rubbing up against me and I could hear the voice, but I couldn't see anything. I… "
"The devil you're talking about turned out to be me, honey," I said crossly,
"which is why I threw you to the floor. You were smothering me." I coughed. "I don't like being smothered by my own wife." I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her back into bed and pulled the sheet over her. "Watch those crazy dreams, kiddo, or next time I may toss you out of a window."
She was silent for a moment. Then: Bull, aren't you angry with me? Is something troubling you, honey? Have I done something to irritate you? Tell me, if I have, honey. Don't keep it inside you."
"I'm not mad at you," I growled.
"Are you upset because you saw me sucking Jack's dick?"
"Of course not. Suck his dick all you want to. After all I had mine buried up his wife's asshole at almost the same time."
She moved over suddenly and placed her red head on my chest and lightly bit one of my nipples. "I'd much rather suck your dick, you know, honey. Any time.
Anywhere." She bit my nipple again, lightly. "Right now if you'd like it. How about it, honey? Want to blow a gusher in mama's mouthy?"
"Too tired," I replied "Besides, you've had enough of cock-sucking for one night, haven't you?"
She lifted her head and slapped my face.
"Hey," I cried. "What the hell was that for?"
She got up out of bed and stood there, her cunt plainly visible. "I don't care for what you said or the way you said it. I think I'll sleep in the guest room tonight."
I grinned. "Oh come on, Mary honey. You know I didn't mean anything by what I said. Get back in bed. By the way, you look charming standing there with your cunt all exposed to view."
She placed her hands over her box and leaned slightly forward, her eyes darting about evidently looking for her pajama bottoms. She didn't find them because I had them in the bed with me. "Damn it!" she cried out. "Can't anything turn out right this night?"
I sat up and stared at her critically. "Now what the hell does that mean?" I asked, my tone considerably louder than before.
"Means nothing," she replied. "Just that you came home right when I was… sucking him off… made me feel… funny… still does… I'm going to the guest room. Good night." Her tone was chilly now.
"Mary," I said sternly, "come back here. I want you to sleep with me. I may want to lip you during the night. I'm tired, but I'm still a pretty hot guy." I waited a moment. She didn't move toward me. "Please, I went on, "please get in bed. I want to go down on you… later."
She gave me the coldest look this side of Nome. "I won't do it. I'm sleeping in the guest room."
This irked me, for I was trying to be nice to her, but she wouldn't let me.
"All right," I said. "Go sleep in the guest room. Who cares. I'm tired and I'll be goddamned if I'm going to argue with a silly female all night." I reached up and turned out the light.
"You could at least leave the light on so I could see to leave the room," she called out angrily from the darkness.
"Get back in bed and stop acting like a child," I told her, not very wisely. If there is one thing women don't like its being accused of acting like children.
"You so-and-so!" she cried out. "You're making me madder by the moment."
"Help yourself," I said. "Throw a tantrum if you like. Who cares?"
I felt something falling on me then like a ton of lead. It was Mary. She had thrown herself on top of me out of sheer anger, but it didn't work out as she had evidently hoped. Instead of hurting me it hurt her, but only a little I soon learned. Her butt was in my face and as I, even though I had been startled and slightly angered by her action, felt her warm flesh against my cheek I playfully ran my tongue over her ass and dipped it into her cunt quickly. She moaned and went limp.
"Oh honey," she moaned, "keep on doing that. Boy, does it feel good."
I stopped it. "Sorry," I said softly. "I can't very well tongue your cunt if you're going to sleep in the guest room." Sure, I was being childish myself now. I knew it. The hell with it.
She found my lips and kissed me wetly. "Honey, I was just kidding about sleeping in the guest room. Please tongue me off. Your tongue up my cunt drives me absolutely wild."
"I know it," I said, and turned away from her. "I've had my tongue in your box couple a hundred times lately."
She stroked my shoulders and arms gently, beseechingly. I liked it. "Please, honey. Put your head between my legs and make me come. I'm so dreadfully hot I think I'm going to die if I don't get some satisfaction."
"Go in the guest room and masturbate," I said, roughly. "I'm tired."
She was silent for a long time while I waited for her outburst, but it never came. Instead, she rose from the bed swiftly and finally and walked out of the room, stumbling somewhat over shoes and other objects on the floor. I heard her swear once or twice, but she said nothing to me. She was gone then and I waited a full minute before turning on the light.
"You acted like a goddamned kid, Bull Horton," I muttered. "You big ass. Now go in to her and apologize for being a fool." Though I spoke the words and knew I should do this thing, I didn't. I continued to lie on the bed, my brain awhirl, though for some reason I didn't feel as tired now and I wondered about this. A few minutes before I had been almost exhausted, but now I wasn't, so I got up from the bed slowly, standing beside, it for several minutes, thinking. I was hoping Mary would come running back to me to tell me she was sorry for having gone to the guest room. No such thing happened. Finally, I sat down heavily on the bed, lighted a cigarette, took two drags on it and snubbed it out. Hell with smoking. Smoking was for punks.
"Mary," I called out loudly. "Come back to the room. I want you."
I waited for all of five minutes, perhaps longer and then got to my feet again and walked down the hall to the guest room. It was dark in the room as I called softly to her. There was no answer. I switched on a light and saw she wasn't in the room. The bed was slightly mussed, but there was no Mary in it. I saw a closet door standing ajar and looked behind it. I wouldn't have known if any of her articles of clothing were missing, but so far as I could tell, none were. I went down the hallway, down the, stairs and tried the front door. The lock wasn't on. This meant she had gone out-she had done this before when we had fought. I shrugged and started to return to the bedroom upstairs when a thought hit me. I stepped out of the house and crossed the yard and glanced in the direction of Jack and Jill Burn's house. There was a light on upstairs, none down. This meant nothing in itself. Perhaps Jack was taking a shower before going to bed. Who could say? I certainly couldn't, except for one small thing, that is. The small thing was a nagging thought and the thought was that Mary had gone to the Burns place to be made by Jack again.
This wasn't playing the game according to our rules.
I went upstairs and dressed quickly and left the house. When I arrived at the front door of the Burns place, the door swung open and a light (a small, dim one to be sure) came on in back of her.
"Hello, Jill," I said, trying to sound light and airy. "Here I am again."
"Crazy," she said laughing. "Mary is here already. She came just a minute ago.
I was about to call and have you come over. The four of us… well, three of us would like to… would you?" She took my arm, drew me inside and locked the door. "Four-way fuck-feat, baby. Interested?" She looked up into my eyes sexily. "Makes me hot as hell just to think about it. I hope we start right off with the sucking bit."
"Mary and I had a bit of a fight, Jill," I said slowly. "I'm not sure she'll even speak to me at the moment."
"Oh, I'm sure she's over that now, baby. She told us something about it, how she got mad and went to sleep in the guest room, but because she had hot pants, decided to come here, hoping you'd follow her so all four of us could have some fun."
"No kiddin'? Did she really say that?" I asked.
"Well… words to that effect, baby. Come on, Jack and Mary are lying on the carpet in the rec room waiting for us. Incidentally, they're naked, waiting for us to… well, you know what, baby."
"Hell with it," I said irritably. "She ran out on me. I'm griped. I'd rather just have you. Let her and Jack wait for us, baby. Let's you and me go to your bedroom and fuck. Let's fuck for a long time. I feel like it."
She squeezed my arm and laughed, her long, blonde hair flopping about her head as she turned it, her large blue eyes flashing up lust at me, her bosom doing considerable heaving and looking very suckable indeed.
"Think I'd like to suck on your titties, baby," I said suddenly. "Is that okay with you?"
"You can suck anything I have, Bull, if you want to. Want me to stand right here and let you suck my titties or shall we go to the bedroom?"
"Makes no difference to me, but maybe the bedroom would be the best place."
"Hey," she said, regarding me very seriously with those large blue eyes for a moment. "I thought you said earlier you were tired."
"I was tired, Jill. I really was, but for some crazy reason I got over it. I'm ready to ball now."
She regarded me suspiciously. "You aren't wanting to corn-hole me again, are you? Gee, I hope not. My asshole is so sore from that big whang of yours I can hardly sit down. Please confine your prodding's to my cunt, will you?"
I moved away from her, feeling very hot now, and bowed low in mock fashion. "If Madame doesn't wish her asshole to be stabbed by the gentleman's brutal whang, then the gentleman promises not to ram it up that particular aperture. However, should Madame evidence a change of mind regarding the gentleman's ramming procedures, will the Madame kindly permit the gentleman to share this knowledge with her?"
She giggled and pulled her titties out of her pajamas – they being the one-piece type – "Oh, you silly thing," she laughed. "Why don't you just bury your face in my tits and start sucking while we walk to the bedroom?"
"My pleasure," I cried, and placed my arm about her shoulders while at the same time taking one of her titties into my mouth. I sucked it savagely, so savagely that she slapped my face playfully.
"You brute," she said. "You make me come in my pajamas. Come on, let's get in bed quickly."
"Mmmmm…," I said, my mouth being too full of tit flesh to speak distinctly.
I removed the breast with my hand and rubbed it momentarily. Glancing into her blue eyes, I saw the wild lust she had for me. Grinning tensely, I unzipped my pants and she pulled out my stiffened, quivering penis. It was as hard as any rock.
"How very nice," she murmured, her eyes bulging. "I do believe I shall suck you off, Bull baby. Would you mind?"