An hour or so after Tom had left, Sally was on the phone with her best friend, Lisa. The two of them shared a world of secrets so remote from their husbands' lives that, either spouse known what his wife was up to, he would have either murdered or divorced her on the spot. Unlike Sally, Lisa had two kids. This made Lisa mildly resentful of Sally's freedom, but they had so much in common in other departments, it was easy for Lisa to squelch the occasional feelings of jealousy.
"No shit!" Lisa squealed. "He just fucked you up the ass and left?"
"Yeah," Sally said. "And I'm horny as shit again. I don't know, Lisa. Sometimes I think something is wrong with me!" Lisa laughed. "If there's something wrong with you, there's something wrong with me, too! And I'm not about to buy that bullshit. We're just two young healthy women who aren't getting enough cock from our husbands!"
Lisa was married to Paul, an engineer with a firm in the city. Bill and Paul often rode together to work, but they were not close friends. At least not to the extent that their wives were.
"Where's Jane?" Sally inquired, referring to Lisa's little girl.
"At my mother's," Lisa said. "I was hoping that Jack would come by today, but so far, nothing. If you think you're horny, you ought to see the state my box is in!"
"Yeah?" Sally teased. "Tell me about it!"
This was one of her favorite games, getting each other aroused on the phone until they eventually found themselves together in bed. Though neither one of them considered themselves lesbians, they were so sexual in nature, it didn't really matter to them where their pleasure came from.
"Well," Lisa continued. "I'm sitting on the sideboard talking to you on the phone and my cunt feels so wet I have to keep my legs crossed to stop a flood!"
"Oh, come on!" Sally said.
"No kidding," Lisa went on. "There's like a itching or burning sensation down there and I can't keep ray fingers out of my box!"
"Are you playing with your cunt while you're talking to me?" Sally purred.
Lisa swallowed. "Yes," she said in a low voice. "Right now I'm pretending it's your tongue that's down there, licking and sucking on my clit!"
Now it was Sally's turn to squirm and squeeze her own firm thighs together.
"Why don't you come aver?" she asked. "Or is your mother bringing Jane back this afternoon?"
"I could call her," Lisa teased. "I'll get right back to you."
Sally hung up the phone and lit a cigarette. She had known Lisa for years, yet it never ceased to amaze her how Lisa was able to wrap her around her finger. However, Sally didn't resent this terribly. Lisa's tongue had gotten Sally through many an otherwise boring afternoon. So absorbed was Sally in the memory of Lisa's tongue sucking on her clit, the ringing of the phone startled her.
"I'll be right over," Lisa whispered, and hung up.
Lisa didn't live that far away from Sally, so it wasn't too long before Sally heard the back door open mid Lisa's footsteps.
At the sight of her friend, Sally was struck by her prettiness. Lisa's black hair and green eyes made her look something like Elizabeth Taylor, but it was her tits that turned Sally on. They were as high and as plump as a teenager's, and despite the fact that Lisa had borne two children, her body was not marred in any way.
While Sally was staring at Lisa, Lisa approached her and took her into her arms. Their tits mashed together, causing their nipples to pop forth. Wanting even closer fleshy contact, they broke away from each other momentarily to remove their clothes. Sally noted that Lisa had dressed, or rather underdressed, for the occasion. Underneath her short-shorts, she wore nothing, and under her tank-top T-shirt, no bra restrained her tits.
They moved quickly into the bedroom. Sally always took some kind of perverse enjoyment in making love in the bed she shared with her husband. She suspected she was working out some kind of hostility toward him, but this only made it more fun for the horny housewife.
Sally and Lisa often took turns playing the dominant partner, but as it was Sally's bedroom today, she took the initiative.
"Oh," Lisa murmured, feeling Sally's mouth close around her right nipple. "Lick it, honey!"
Sally needed no encouragement. She enjoyed making love to Lisa as much as she enjoyed going to bed with anyone. She moved her mouth slowly and teasingly around the pink tip, flipping her tongue with such relish that Lisa's tit fairly bounced around in her wet mouth. She had Lisa on her back now, spread before her like a delicious breakfast and Sally was determined to eat the whole thing.
While her mouth moved around Lisa's tits, her hands were busy on the rest of Lisa's body. Bringing her right hand between Lisa's spread thighs, she moved her finger up and down the moist slit. Finding Lisa's large clit without any trouble, Sally massaged the cocklike bud with pleasure. Lisa was beginning to move her hips slowly up and down now, in rhythm to Sally's finger. Sally would massage Lisa's clit, then bring her finger down to Lisa's cunt-hole and push it up inside.
Now Lisa's hips lost their rhythmic bouncing up and down. Her movements were becoming frantic, matched only by her hoarse breathing.
"Eat me!" she moaned. "Suck my cunt, honey!"
Sally smiled to herself. All in good time, she thought. Right now she was enjoying dominating Lisa. She could do anything she wanted to do to Lisa, and she would. But she would be in control of Lisa's pleasure, not the other way around.
She was lying between Lisa's spread legs, her mouth going from one tit to the other, but then she took both her hands and began kneading her tits while her mouth moved down to her stomach.
Circling the indentation of Lisa's belly-button with her tongue, Sally dug in, an indication of how she would soon plunge her tongue into the brunette's cunt.
Sally's hands caressed Lisa's two beautiful, plump jugs with such studied sensualness, Lisa's hurried movements to seize Sally's head in her hands was almost jarring. But Sally didn't care. She would rather have Lisa fumble in her excitement than lie there like a dead horse. She could feel Lisa's fingers digging into her ear now, then moving outwards to grab at her hair.
"Go lower!" Lisa commanded. Her voice had taken on an entirely different quality than normal, and Sally wondered again at the vast mystery of the sexual act and how it reduced its participants to animals.
Now Sally took her hands away from Lisa's tits and placed them under her thighs. Pushing hard against the underside of her trim thighs, she soon had Lisa's legs high over her head and was facing her wet, hairy box.
With a groan that was matched only by her friend's need, Sally began licking and sucking on Lisa's snatch as though she was trying to swallow her entire cunt. With each new flip to Lisa's clit, she began, battering it back and forth with renewed fervor. Lisa kept raising her legs higher and higher now, her hands digging into Sally's hair, her heels beating in the air.
"Oh!" she cried, a strange strangled quality to her voice. "That's it! Right there! Oh! Faster!"
Sally increased the movements of her lips and tongue on her cunt, until Lisa's body went rigid. This was it, Sally knew. In a few seconds it would be all over for Lisa and then it would be her turn to get her cunt lapped.
She hoped that Lisa would have the energy to eat her out as nicely as Sally had given head, but this wasn't always the case. But regardless of whether or not Lisa would be as generous with her tongue and time as Sally had been, Sally was not about to hold back in her efforts to bring Lisa to a screaming climax.
Sally inserted two fingers into Lisa's hole and felt the way Lisa's cunt muscles clamped down on them, almost breaking them in two. While she continued to suck and lick the pink crack of Lisa's cunt, she pushed her fingers in and out of her hole. With one massive shudder, and a fierce grip on Sally's head, Lisa subsided into a few spastic movements before lying still underneath Sally.
Sally then raised her head from the sopping-wet cunt to look at the peaceful expression that had settled on Lisa's pretty features. A half-dazed smile split the bottom half of her friend's face, and Sally was filled with a sense of satisfaction hard to beat. She waited a few moments for Lisa to catch her breath and then she said: "Now, do me, honey."
Lisa's eyes came open to stare at Sally. She seemed moved by an inner force that drove her mouth to Sally's cunt, and Sally lay back on the soft bed, feeling as luxurious and as lazy as possible. She closed her eyes and waited for the first contact that would send her body into a combined feeling of excitement and contentment.
With the first stab of Lisa's tongue in her box, Sally sighed and began moving her head from side to side on the pillow. Her hands reached down to her friend's head, liking the feeling the soft curls gave her as she directed Lisa's movements with her hands.
Lisa liked the feeling of Sally's hands on her head, covering her ears and shutting out all realities except this one – eating cunt. It was times like this when Lisa felt she was a lesbian, regardless of the fact that she was married with two children. When she was eating cunt, sucking out a musky-smelling box, Lisa felt she had come home. It had occurred to Lisa that one of the reasons she enjoyed giving head to her friend Sally was that Sally was so appreciative of her cunt-lapping efforts. Her cries and moans were like that of an audience of one, but this was enough for Lisa. Her tongue swung into long licks that went from the tiny puckered opening of her friend's asshole to the tip of her clit and then tickled the button, sucking and licking until her entire face was covered with Sally's twat-juices.
Sally enjoyed getting her cunt eaten out by a woman so much that she often wondered if someone hadn't done it to her when she was a child. It gave her a feeling of security, of being totally loved and admired.
"Oh, Lisa!" she moaned. "I love you when you suck on my clit!"
Lisa didn't answer Sally, but her renewed efforts to bring Sally even greater enjoyment were received by her friend as exquisite communication. Lisa knew that whatever Sally might say while they were engrossed in making love was not to be taken literally but she liked hearing a response from her partner. It enabled her to lose that sense of loneliness that suffused most of her waking hours with the kids and her husband. At least with Sally, she felt as though she was touching her in a memorable way. A way that would not end in the routine chores of taking care of a household. What she enjoyed with Sally was so special, she hoped that Sally would never come, for that would end everything. Unfortunately, at the rate she was sucking and licking her friend's cunt, it was hard for Sally to sustain this kind of enjoyment forever. She felt her body start to convulse and knew that her orgasm was near.
"I'm going to come!" Sally announced with surprise and wonder. "I'm going to fucking come! Don't stop, dear!"
Stopping was the last thing Lisa had in mind but Sally had no insurance that this was so. When she was so close to orgasm, her greatest nightmare was that the source of pleasure would be withdrawn and she would be left with a throbbing, unsatisfied feeling that would make her go crazy. But Lisa's tongue, eager to bring her to the brink of climax and beyond, never ceased in its efforts. Sally rode the crest of the most exquisite feeling imaginable until she was left gasping and worn out on the bed. They lay quietly together for a while.
Lisa was the first to speak.
"I wish we had more time," she said. "But I really have to pick up the kids."
Sally kissed her lightly on the mouth, smelling her own cunt-juice and beginning to get all excited again. "I know," she said. "It's only the end foi now."
After Lisa had left, Sally felt as though she still wanted a cock shoved up her cunt. Though the day had brought her a dynamite eating-out session and one fuck up the ass, what she really wanted was not on the horizon. Pretty soon her husband Bill would be home, but that was about as exciting as the arrival of an I.R.S. audit team.
Sally had thought many times about divorcing Bill, but her situation was too comfortable for her to allow it to become a reality. What would she do if she divorced him? At best, without any children to support, she would have to go to work, and that was unthinkable. Not that she was lazy, she just preferred to spend her time in different pursuits. Like the search for a big cock. She could become a hooker, that much she had considered, but then she would become enslaved by her desires, forced to take on men she didn't really want.
As Sally busied herself in the kitchen, she glanced at the clock over the stove. Bill should be home any second now, expecting dinner to be on the table. If Sally had been a bit braver, she would have left him, but as yet she had only the courage to seduce men, not to leave them.
The next hour flew quickly by as Sally pretended to be the average housewife. Then she heard Bill's car in the driveway. She had already had several drinks so that the disappointment of his arrival would be cushioned by the alcohol.
When Bill entered the kitchen door, Sally was struck as she always was by his average good looks. She would have found it a lot easier to dislike him had he been less attractive.
Bill's cold blue, eyes surveyed the activity in the kitchen.
"Boy!" he began. "What a day!" He threw his newspaper on the kitchen table and took several deep sniffs.
"Smells good," he commented. "What are we having?"
Sally always had mixed feelings around Bill. She attributed part of it to her guilt, but suspected it went a lot deeper. Sometimes she wondered if he fucked around on her, if that was the reason their sex life was so bad. She told him what they were having for dinner and Bill shrugged. "Okay," he said without enthusiasm, "Call me when it's ready."
Taking his newspaper with him, he disappeared into the living room. Sally knew it was his signal to her to mix him his drink, and she set about this task with a vengeance. If she could get him drunk, really drunk, maybe he'd hang loose and give her a good fuck.
She mixed an extra powerful Scotch and brought it to him in the living room.
"Here," she said, standing in front of him and feeling for all the world like his fucking slave, "I've got your drink."
Bill lowered his newspaper and peered over the top of it at Sally.
"Oh," he said, as though in surprise, "thanks."
Don't mention it, Sally thought to herself, but she said nothing aloud and returned to the kitchen. She hated waiting on him, but she knew it was her duty. The only way she had arrived at taking out her hostility at him was in her fucking around on the side. She often felt that had he been interested in her as a person, she might have remained faithful to him.
While he sat in the living room, Sally mixed herself another drink. She could hear the rattle of his paper and she wondered why he didn't find time to read it elsewhere. Why was it that he never let up, that his desire to succeed in advertising was so overwhelming he had no private or social life?
How on earth had she ended up with him? Sally knew a lot of the answers lay in her own failings as a person, yet she wasn't in any mood to question her motives. As her mother would have said, "You made your bed, now lie in it."
Sally bated that expression. The only bed she wanted to lie in was an occupied bed. Bill was coming into the kitchen now, cutting into her private thoughts.
"Make me another, will you?" he asked, extending his empty glass towards Sally.
Sally yearned to suggest that he make his own drink. But she didn't. As she set about refreshing his glass, it occurred to her that he really did very little for her. Handing him his new drink, Sally smiled demurely and, announced: "Dinner is ready whenever you are."
"Let me finish my drink, will you?" he asked with some annoyance, disappearing back into the living room with his paper.
Sally stared at his disappearing back. She would have loved to have told him what had happened that day, but decided against it. What would be the point? If she would divorce Bill, she wouldn't have a house to operate out of. She would no longer be a horny housewife with countless opportunities to fuck. She would be a single woman again, busy supporting herself in some office.
It wasn't too long before they found themselves seated at their dining-room table, eating. Sally stared at Bill, waiting for him to say something. Finally, Bill spoke.
"I'd be going out of town for several days," he told her. "We have a client meeting in Ohio and I have to go. Could you make sure I have enough clean shirts and socks to take with me? Pack my bag tonight. I have to leave tomorrow."
"You know," Sally replied, "sometimes I feel as though I'm nothing better than your mother."
Bill's eyes flashed into alertness at this unexpected remark.
"What's that remark supposed to mean?" he asked dryly.
Sally smiled sheepishly. "Oh, you know what I mean," she said, trying to cover the intensity of her remark with a smile. "We never go anywhere together. We never have any people over. It seems to me that all I do is pack your bag, do your laundry and say good-bye."
"Look," Bill said with the exasperated air of an adult talking to a child; "You're my wife. You should have understood when you married me that my career was important. Why are you trying to hassle me about it now?"
Dinner was finished, but Sally was reluctant to leave the table until she had made some contact with her husband.
"Oh, you know what I mean," she aid. "I'm not making any of this up, you know. I just wish our relationship was different."
"Is there something you want?" Bill asked, seeming to reach for his wallet.
This guy was really dense, Sally found herself thinking.
"No, there's nothing I need," she admitted. "All the bills are paid."
"Then what are you talking about?" Bill wanted to know. He seemed bored and uncomfortable with the conversation. He looked around the room, as though checking out the nearest exit.
For, a few wild moments, Sally toyed with the idea of telling this jerk that she wanted a divorce.
"Bill," she said, "does our marriage seem normal to you?"
"Goddamn it!" Bill exploded, pushing his chair back from the table and knocking over his empty Scotch glass. "Why do you have to bother me with dumb questions like this? Don't you think I'm under enough pressure at work as it is without coming home to listen to your bullshit?"
"Fuck you!" Sally said. "I wouldn't mind so much if you'd just fuck me once in a while but being married to you is like being married to a fucking eunuch!"
And she left the table in tears, flinging herself into their bedroom. Bill stormed in after her.
"I don't know why you have a bug up your ass, but you'd better straighten out in a hurry!"
Sally turned to look at him as he framed the doorway. Bill was massive and powerful and for one fleeting moment, Sally felt the desire to receive his large cock up her cunt. If she had to throw a scene to get it there, so be it. At least for the first time in many months, she had his complete attention.
No amount of playing the sweet, docile housewife had gotten her anywhere. This was a desperate ploy, but Sally was that desperate for a thick cock. Only then, after he had shot his huge wad of creamy cum up her box would she feel as though she could relax.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" she asked him, knowing the shock value this obscene language would have on her up-tight husband.
She was correct. Em's rigid jaw went slack and his blue eyes widened.
"You can't drink," he announced, as though that explained everything. "You simply cannot hold your liquor."
"Fuck you," Sally repeated. In all the years she had been married to Bill, she had never seen him so nonplussed.
"I ought to smack you for talking to me that way," Bill threatened. "I ought to tan your hide, but good!"
Hearing her husband finally say something other than "Where's my dinner?" made Sally's cunt grow even hotter and her desire to fuck her husband even stronger.
"Maybe if you were half a man, you might," she taunted, fear that he would actually beat the shit out of her filling her eyes, if not her voice.
Bill paused. He couldn't believe that his wife was defying him.
"Don't tempt me," he growled, moving towards her.
Sally tried not to flinch, but she knew she had gone too far. Why not go all the way?
"Up your ass!" she told him.
Bill paused for one more minute. If his wife was asking for something, she was going to get it right now. He had enough problems in the agency, what with people going behind his back trying to do him m. The last place he expected a confrontation was in his own home. The home that he worked so hard to keep. Mutiny here was unforgivable.
When Bill moved, he moved like a cat. Swiftly he reached his wife on the bed. He grabbed her by her neck and jerked her up off the spread. Quickly flipping her over his knees, he said.
"I ought to beat the living shit out of you!"
Then he ripped down her panties and stared at her white buns that were jutting up at him. They seemed so capable of taking on his anger, that he raised his powerful palm high over his head and brought it down with a swift smack.
"OW!" Sally cried out in alarm. Her buttocks were stinging and though she couldn't see them, she was positive that they were red.
But Bill, hearing her cry out, couldn't stop. Again and again he brought his palm down on her ass, raising welts in the process. However, Sally was aware of something else happening to Bill. His cock was growing larger and larger, digging into her side, showing his desire and pleasure over what he was doing to her.
"Don't you ever speak to me that way again!" Bill shouted, punctuating his remarks with another cruel crack. "I have enough problems without you." And he smacked her again.
Though her ass was on fire and she knew there would be mined welts the next day, Sally couldn't stop now.
"I hate you!" she screamed. "You're fucking useless!"
Bin had had enough. Though he couldn't understand why his cock was getting bigger and bigger in his pants, all he knew was that it was. He wanted to get his rocks off, but he wanted to discipline his wife as well.
He tossed her off his knee as easily as if she were a feather so that she was now on her back, staring up at him defiantly. Her bush was spread out before him and as he looked at her juicy gash, Bill's cock was filled to the bursting point.
Maybe I should fleck her more, he suddenly thought. Maybe she's not getting enough. He figured this would account for her strange ways, but he still couldn't excuse her foul mouth.
Quickly unzipping his fly, Bill's cock sprang out in full bloom, nosing towards her cunt as though it knew that was its natural home. He pushed his hand against her throat in order to keep her still and, with the other hand, grabbed his cock and began seeking out her cunt-mouth.
"I ought to fuck you until you're blue in the face!" he hissed, not realizing that this was exactly what his drunken wife desired.
"Fuck you!" was all Sally allowed herself to say. With one mighty thrust, Bill heaved his cock into her narrow fuck-hole, feeling that he wanted to hurt his wife the way she had hurt his ego.
With her snapping cunt closing around the head of his cock, Bill wondered if this was the right approach after all. Though it felt heavenly to him, her muscles were so powerful, he felt as though she might bite his cock off in the process.
No, he told himself. That was impossible! And he gave another jerking heave. Now he started rutting in and out, feeling her cunt-juices lubricating his thrusting prick.
How could he have forgotten how good it was to fuck Sally? As the sensations of his throbbing cock and her pulsating cunt overtook him, Bill reminded himself that he would have to fuck her more in the future.
Why was he denying himself this kind of exquisite pleasure only to think of his job?
"Oh, you little bitch!" he hissed, slamming his cock came harder into her cunt.
Sally writhed underneath him, her cunt being assaulted by her husband's prick in ways she had never dreamed of. His ass stung still from the slapping he had given her before their fuck, but its glow was not that unpleasant to her. Strange, she thought. But maybe his need was for violence, something Sally had never explored before.
She could feel his cock brushing against her clit, and though it was a more brutal caress than that of her friend Lisa's tongue, it was still good. She had her legs up in the air now, so that her heels could beat her desire for more and more pounding on his back.
"Fuck me!" she demanded hoarsely. "Fucking fuck me!"
Shit! Bill thought to himself. I am fucking her! What the hell more does she want? But her dirty talk turned him on even more.
"Oh, baby!" he roared at last. "I think I'm going to come!"
Sally knew she was ready, too. She could feel her horny cunt go into spasms that she no longer had any control over. They were like warm waves, complete with the foam of Bill's cum, washing her womb and bathing her in a warm satisfied glow. She heard her husband make the final grunt that announced he had shot his last wad of sperm into her cunt, and then she felt his sweaty body flop heavily onto her.
One of these days, Sally vowed, now that their fuck was over with, she was going to get back at Bill for forcing her to go to such extremes just to get laid by her own husband. Yes, one of these days…