Jason smiled easily. It would take him too long to explain how experienced he was in sexual matters.
"Okay," he told her. "If it makes you feel better, I'd like to see the two of you make love even if you never have before."
"I have a better idea," Lisa said. She had been eyeing Jason appreciatively since entering Sally's house. "Why don't we make it a threesome?"
She was disappointed that Sally hadn't participated in the scene she had going with Ed and Mike the other day, and she felt that Sally could redeem herself now.
Sally still hesitated. She felt something special and different for Jason. It wasn't just sexual. It went beyond that. An area of uncharted emotion for Sally. She knew that other people called this love.
But she loved Lisa, also. Why shouldn't she express that love by going to bed with both of them?
"Okay," she said. "Why the fuck not?"
She stripped out of her clothes, signaling the others to follow her example. They did. Now, with the three nude adults standing around staring at each other, everyone wondered who would make the first move.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Jason suggested. "Your bed is roomy enough for the three of us."
And he led the way upstairs. Lisa and Sally followed behind him, giggling over the way his buns jiggled with each new step he took on the stairs.
"Shh!" Sally warned. She didn't want a spirit of levity to spoil what was about to happen, though she was in great spirits herself. This was why she wasn't suit she wanted to divorce Bill, affair or no affair. She would lose out on all her good times! But maybe, with Jason, she wouldn't have to give up as many as she thought. She didn't know how Jason would take to the idea of her fucking around with other men on the side, however. But he sure as shit wouldn't mind her getting it on with girls! If she married Jason, she might not want to fuck other men, she also realized with a sense of relief. Jason, she was sure, was man enough for her!
Once upstairs in the bedroom, the three threw themselves down on the downy bed with abandon. Sally watched as Jason instantly went for Lisa's tits. She felt a spark of jealousy. But when he began sucking on them, he winked at Sally and she had the feeling they were sharing a wonderful conspiracy.
Lisa was lying on her back, with Jason trying to work both her tits into his mouth. He was not lying between Lisa's spread legs, which left her cunt wide open for Sally's mouth. But Sally wasn't ready to suck off Lisa just yet. She noticed that Jason's huge cock was getting even larger as he sucked contentedly away on Lisa's full jugs. As his cock began moving slowly in the air, Sally was filled with the desire to suck it. She fitted herself in such a way that she could give Jason a blow-job while leaving her own moist cunt open for whomever decided to latch onto it first.
Tasting the now familiar taste of Jason's cock filled Sally with peace. This was the life, she decided. And in her passion, she felt that she wanted nothing more than to be presented with a large, well-hung prick to suck on.
She pushed the now-familiar prong in and out of her mouth with gusto. Jason responded automatically, though noticing her increasing vigor. He pushed his cock back and forth slowly in her mouth, filling her entire cavity with his meat. Sally's enjoyment was becoming so intense, her cunt was on fire. She needed a tongue to soothe the flame of her bush, so she swung her hips around, placing her cunt right over Lisa's mouth.
Lisa looked up just in time to see Sally's hairy gash being lowered onto her face.
She stuck out her pink tongue to prong Sally's pussy as it settled easily onto her mouth.
Sally could feel Lisa's tongue burrowing into her cunt and she sucked more eagerly on Jason's cock. Jason had now moved down from Lisa's tits and began eating out her box. The three of them were engaged in a delightful daisy-chain that threatened to erupt into an explosive orgasm any minute now.
Jason, feeling that he was the most experienced of the three, jerked his cock away from Sally's hungry mouth before he shot his load down her throat. One of his favorite pastimes was watching two girls take turns sucking his prick.
He stopped eating out Lisa and arranged himself so that both girls were now lying between his long legs. Sally and Lisa smiled at each other. Both knew what was expected of them, and both bent their heads willingly to the task at hand.
Sally began by licking and sucking the head of Jason's prick, while Lisa went for his balls. Then, she lowered her head even farther in order to take a few licks at his asshole. Jason squirmed with delight. His broad hands were on each of the girls' heads, and he stroked them fondly. His entire cock and balls were covered with spit from the girls' busy mouths. His hips were bucking up and down off the sheets, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. He had to stop. Pushing them away gently, he said: "Come on, Sally. Let me watch you eat out Lisa's cunt!"
"I'd rather she ate out mine." Sally said with a smile.
"In that case, go sixty-nine," he commanded.
The two girls got into position and Jason lay on his back, playing with his dong, enjoying the sounds and sight of their cunt-lapping tongues. It was a cock-stiffening sight.
Jason was ready now to fuck both of them. The familiar feel of his meat in his hand wasn't enough to satisfy him. After all, he thought, what was the sense of being in bed with two chicks and playing with his prick!
Wordlessly, he positioned them both on their backs so that he could stick his cock first into one box, and then the other. Gradually, the girls bath reached a high pitch of excitement, each one fighting with him harder and harder as he sought to pull out his cock in order to thrust it up the other's cunt.
"Stay!" Sally pleaded. She was so close to coming now, she couldn't bear the idea that he would soon be shoving his meat up into Lisa's cunt. "Just stay a few minutes longer," she tried to beg. "I'm going to come!"
Jason didn't mind if she came, in fact he loved the idea. But he didn't want her twitching box to suck out his load. He wanted to come inside Lisa.
Sally began thrusting and pumping her hips faster and faster underneath him. "I'm coming!" she told him. "Oh! I'm going to come!"
As she cried out this information, Jason felt her cunt grasp his cock so firmly, he had everything he could do to prevent his own load from shooting high into her twat.
When her vibrating body subsided, he waited a few minutes before jerking his cock out of her cunt and shoving it up inside Lisa. Lisa had been watching her friend getting fucked, though she was playing with one of Sally's tits while sucking the other. Now she knew it was her turn.
"I want it up the ass," she told Jason firmly. "Please!"
Sally heard this and was glad that Lisa was going to be last. She sure as shit didn't want Jason shoving his cock up her cunt after it had been rutting around in Lisa's asshole!
Jason flipped Lisa on her back and grabbed her beneath her waist. With one hand holding her firmly, he used his other hand to stuff his prick up her shitter.
Lisa was on her knees, her head hanging low, her pretty rump presented to Jason like a prize. She knew it would hurt a bit at first, but that once Jason's prick was inside, the pleasure she would receive would be more exciting than just getting fucked up her cunt.
Jason strained to get his thick-headed cock into her tiny asshole. With one final grunt, he felt it explode into the larger passage of her bowels. There seemed to be no end to her canal, and Jason felt as though he was fucking infinity. Her powerful sphincter muscle contracted violently around his prick in such spastic spasms, he soon shot his jism high into her bucking ass.
Then he collapsed on her and the two of them sank onto the bed. Sally, who had been watching the whole thing while playing with her clit, thought that she hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Yes, she decided, if Jason wanted to live with her, that would be just fine with Sally!
Later, after Lisa had split, Jason and Sally took a nap down in the den, after watching several game shows and soap opens. Sally had drifted off to sleep not even caring that Bill might find the two of them in this compromising position.
But no such luck. Jason woke at the sought of the back door opening and quickly went into the bathroom. As he came out, he bumped into Bill.
"How's it going?" Bill asked. "Did you check out that construction job today?"
If Jason were a less poised man, he might have blushed or at least turned red. The truth of the matter was that he had forgotten all about it.
"Yeah," he lied. "I have an appointment to see them tomorrow."
Bill laughed. "Good boy!" he said in his patronizing way. "Come in the den and have a drink with me," he invited. "By the way, where's Sally?"
"I haven't seen her this afternoon," Jason said. "I guess she's around someplace," and he followed Bill into the den.
Bill recoiled at the sight of his wife still in her robe and lying on the couch.
"Hey!" he bellowed, going over to her and shaking her rudely by the arm. "What gives?"
Sally awoke with a start. She had been dreaming about Jason, and seeing her angry husband put her in a bad mood.
"Stop shaking me!" she yelled. "I don't feel well!"
Bill ignored her and went over to the bar.
"What will you have?" he asked Jason, his voice sullen.
Jason figured they might be in for some heavy drinking that night. Though Bill was a lot less powerfully built than he was, he didn't want to punch him out. He hoped that a couple of drinks might mellow him out, though he wasn't sure how they would affect Sally.
As Bill mixed the drinks, Sally said nastily: "What about me? Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
Bill sipped his martini before replying. "I thought you said you weren't feeling well," he snapped.
"I'd feel a lot better if I had a drink, I'm sure!" Sally said. It was obvious that she was itching for a fight.
Bill wondered if it was possible she could have heard about his affair with Fran, but decided no, it wasn't. "I don't know why you have a bug up your ass," he told her, handing her a drink. "You getting your period or something?"
Sally laughed and turned towards Jason. "That statement shows what a great relationship we have, doesn't it?" she asked. "He doesn't even remember my time of the month!"
Bill was so shocked by this, he almost dropped his drink. He couldn't believe his wife would make such an intimate remark before a person who was essentially a stranger, and he eyed both of them with suspicion.
"So, you have an appointment tomorrow?" he asked Jason, turning his attention away from his wife. "How do you plan on getting there?"
"I thought that maybe Sally could either drive me or loan me her car," Jason said. "If not, I guess I could take the bus."
"Sally can take you," Bill said shortly. He sat down on the couch and flipped on the television. "Got to see the news," he said.
Sally and Jason looked at each other. Both of them felt as though Bill were the intruder in the house, not Jason.
"I'll see about dinner," Sally said. "Jason, do you want to help?"
"Sure," Jason said, taking his drink with him.
Out in the kitchen, Sally rattled a lot of pots and pans around to disguise the noise of their conversation. "DO YOU think he knows?" she asked Jason.
"Frankly I don't give a fuck," Jason said. He thought Bill was behaving like a pompous ass, but he also felt a little guilty fucking around with his wife.
Sally really set her mind to getting dinner ready and they fell into silence. Then she handed him her glass. "Why don't you get us a couple of drinks and tell me what Bill's doing?" she said to him.
Jason entered the den and discovered Bill was asleep in his chair. He knew that Bill worked hard, but the kind of fatigue he was exhibiting now Jason recognized as physical exhaustion.
Probably spent his lunch hour fucking his brains out, he thought to himself. He returned to the kitchen with the drinks.
"What's going to happen if you do get that job?" Sally asked as she set the table.
"I'm not worried about getting it," Jason told her easily. "I don't know. Guess I'll get my own place and settle down. Why?"
"I might come and stay with you," Sally told him, watching his reaction carefully.
"Fine with me!" Jason said.
Just then Bill walked into the kitchen.
"What's going on?" he demanded, looking from one to the other. He regretted being drunk that night he had told Jason he could stand there, but he wasn't sure why. All he knew was that he resented the other man's presence. He wished he would leave tonight.
"Nothing," Sally said quickly. "We were just talking."
"When's dinner going to be ready?" Bill wanted to know.
Sally put it on the table. "It is now," she said, and the three sat down to eat. It looked almost as though they were a family, except that the coldness and hostility was so thick in the air, even the alcohol couldn't dispel it. After dinner, Bill announced that he was going for a drive.
"I've got to have some time to myself," he said. "I have to think. Jason, do you want to come with me?"
Sally's eyes flew to Jason's face. But Jason was cool. Sally detected a faint flicker of annoyance passing across his blue eyes, but his voice failed to reveal his irritation.
"Sure," he said. "Why not?"
After the two men left the house, Sally busied herself cleaning up. She wondered what they were talking about and how it might affect her own life. She certainly knew her marriage to Bill was doomed, but she had no guarantee Jason would keep a chick he knew for a fact fucked around.
Fuck them both! she thought defiantly. If they could go out, so could she! Ana she dressed and left the house.
As she drove down Route 59 with no idea of where she was going, she noticed a young man hitchhiking by the road. Though Sally never picked up strangers on the road, she realized that what she needed right now was a stranger. Road or no road. She didn't want to go to a bar and get drunk. But she hated the fact that her future might be decided between Jason and Bill without any consultation with her.
She slowed the car and rolled down the window. The young man was in his early twenties or late teens. It was hard for Sally to tell.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
The boy smiled slowly and Sally could see how white his teeth were and how fresh his skin.
"I'm only going to Nanuet," he told her, naming a town not five miles away.
"Hop in," Sally invited. "I'll give you a ride."
"Gee, thanks," the teen said, getting into the small car. "Gee," he commented looking at the fancy gadgets on the chili, "this sure is a nice car!"
"Yeah," Sally said. "I guess so."
Her heart was starting to beat in that familiar way that always told her she was almost home free with a new conquest.
"Women don't normally pick up riders," he told her, studying her profile and finding it much to his liking. "You know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean," Sally answered in a low voice. "What's your name?"
"Karl Masters," he told her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you over the head and steal your car."
"That would be very foolish," Sally said. She wanted to add that one couldn't rape the willing, but with a boy this young, she didn't know how he would take it.
"You pick up guys a lot?" he asked.
Sally knew she had a live one. "Sometimes," she told him. "It depends on my mood."
"What kind of mood are you in now?" Karl asked. Shit, if he could fuck her, the guys wouldn't even believe him!
"Kind of a lazy mood," Sally confessed. "How about you? Are you in any kind of a hurry to get where you're going?"
Karl shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He wanted to make sure that he understood her meaning before overstepping his bounds.
"Naw," he confessed. "I'm just meeting the guys, shooting a little pool. That kind of thing."
Sally put her hand on his thigh. It was hard as steel.
Karl didn't flinch. He had heard about women like Sally, but he never thought it would be his good fortune to meet one. He could smell her perfume and it excited him.
Sally left her hand on his thigh.
"Ever been up by the lake?" she asked him.
Karl's cock rose in his tight jeans. "Yeah," he said slowly. "Sun! Lots of times."
"Why don't you take a ride with me?" Sally asked. Her voice had become hoarse and so low Karl had a hard time hearing her.
"Okay," he said. "Why not?"
Sally stopped the car and made an illegal U-turn on Route 59. Fuck the cops, she thought. She wanted to get caught. Caught at something. It seemed to her that she got away with everything. Rather than make her feel lucky, she felt no one noticed her enough to care.
She drove quickly, neither one of them speaking. Karl looked as though someone had approached him on the streets and signed him to his own television series. Sally looked as though she was hell-bent on destruction.
They flew through the little towns that separated them from Greenwood Lake. It had been a long time since Sally had been up there, and as they raced along, she could see the firs and evergreen trees that lined the huge lake. Turning off the highway, she parked so that the car couldn't be seen from the road.
She turned on the radio and the two of them sat there. Sally lit a cigarette and offered one to Karl. He refused. She took a few drags on hers anyway, before snubbing it out in the ashtray.
Karl knew what he was there for. He was only giving her time to think it over twice.
"You married?" he asked, his voice cutting into the silence of the woods with a startling nearness.
"Yeah," Sally said grimly. "Why?"
"I thought so," Karl said triumphantly. He sure as shit didn't think a single woman that looked this terrific would be picking up someone like him!
Sally felt his arm go around her awkwardly, but she went to him right away. She didn't know if it was possible, but he smelled of youth and aftershave. She felt as though she was back in high school and she wanted Karl to fuck her with the same intensity boys she had known possessed. She was tired of the studied way other men made love. Maybe they were tired, she thought to herself. Karl was pulling her head towards his face now and she went to him.
His mouth opened and covered hers and soon she could feel his tongue wedged firmly between her teeth. An electric spark shot through her body.
His hands were becoming bolder now, scraping up and down her body as though trying to crush her.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes!"
Karl's hand was busy at his zipper now, trying to get his cock out of his pants. With his other hand, he grabbed her between the legs, feeling the moistness of her cunt on the damp fabric.
Sally groaned and tried to get her slacks off. Damn! she swore to herself. Why hadn't she worn a skirt? It certainly would have been a lot easier. She also wanted to get out of the car. They would never be able to fuck in a comfortable position in this little sports number.
Breaking away from his grasp, she opened the door on her side and got out. Now it was easy for her to slip out of her slacks, and she did. Spreading them on the pine needles, she made a kind of bed.
"Come!" she told Karl. "Come down with me."
Karl took his jeans off and placed them under her buttocks. He mounted her swiftly, not bothering with any foreplay at all. Sally felt his hard cock thrust up inside her cunt and almost cried out with pain and pleasure.
He was like a fucking animal, she thought. His cock moved like a piston in and out of her cunt. She liked it this way sometimes, and now was one of those times.
Karl began to shudder. His body had reached its limits and he was about to shoot his cum into her cunt. Sally wanted to feel his fuck-juice splash all over her insides, bathing her and calming her down.
"Come!" she urged. "Don't stop now! Oh, please, fuck me harder!"
Karl knew that women babbled when they were getting a piece of ass, but so did men. He didn't talk much himself, however, only grunted. He let out one big grunt and then Sally felt the first of several spurts splash against her womb.
Her cunt muscles constricted for the last time, holding his prick in place, milking all of his jism out of his balls before releasing his prick. She could hear his hoarse breathing in her ears and the racing of his own pounding heart. But then it calmed down and he rolled off her. Sally watched him as he stood and dressed quickly.
"I guess we should go," he told her. He seemed embarrassed now, as though knowing his usefulness for her had passed.
"Yeah," Sally agreed, pulling her slacks on. "You have your friends to meet."
She drove him back down the mountain and onto the highway that led to Nanuet.
"That was nice," she told him. "You should come and see me sometimes."
"I might," Karl said. He wanted to get away from, her now that he had gotten his rocks off. What was he going to do with an older woman? He sure as shit couldn't take her shooting pool with the guys!
Sally let him out of the car and he turned to her, not to kiss her good-bye but to thank her.
"Take care of yourself," Sally called after him, watching as he walked into the poolhall. Then she put the car in gear and drove towards her house.
Jason and Bill should be back by now, she thought as she drove along. She wondered what on earth they had to talk about, but suspected it was her. Karl had done a good job at quenching the rage and desire that had burned in her, but in her calmness there was a vague emptiness.
As she let herself in the house, she could hear their voices in the living room.
"Yeah," Bill was saying. "Sally would probably kill me if she knew about Fran. Believe me, Jason, you met her yourself. Wasn't she a great-looking piece?"
"Sure was," Jason said.
Sally could tell by the tone of their voices they sure as shit weren't fighting! She decided to try to hear as much of their conversation as she could before announcing her arrival.
"But I've got a good thing going here," Bill was saying. "I wouldn't want to divorce Sally. I mean, it's hard to find a good wife these days, if you know what I mean."
"Yes," Jason told him. "I know what you mean, and you're a very lucky man, Bill. An extremely lucky man."
Sally could just envision what the smile on Bill's face would look like. She knew how smug he was and how Jason's approval of Sally meant a lot to him.
"Do you think she ever gets bored with me gone so much?" Bill was asking Jason. "I mean, maybe if you're around sometime and not working, you could check in on her every once in a while. Would you mind doing that? Just for old times sake?"
"Not at all," Jason assured Bill. "It would be my pleasure!"
Sally smiled. It looked as though she would have her cake and eat it, too! She wondered how many millions there were like her. Housewives that were fucking around on their husbands without their knowledge. The hypocrisy of the whole situation struck her as amusing. Bill wanted to have his cake and eat it, too, just like her. If nothing else, they both wanted the same things, even if it wasn't each other. She decided now would be a good time to walk into the living room.
"Hi, boys," she said, doing an imitation of Mae West. "How's it going?"
"Where did you go?" Bill demanded. "We were worried sick about you!"
"I went for a drive, too," Sally told him. "I just had to get out of the house and think. Like you, I guess."
"Well," Bill said, coming over to her and kissing her lightly on the cheek. "It's nice to have you home, honey. Real nice."
Sally kissed Bill back, but she kept her eyes open and winked at Jason over her husband's shoulder.
"It's nice to be home, darling," she told him softly. "Nicer than you can ever imagine!"