It was about half past four when Tom Hickman knocked on Alice Custer's door. She went to let him in, slipping her glasses up onto her forehead as he came through the door and swept her up into his arms for a lingering kiss. She was wearing a t-shirt and clean blue panties and, as he held her, he let one hand slide down to her ass. He started pinching and caressing the smooth firmness of her buttocks and, in a moment, his hand was inside her panties, stroking her crack. "Nice," Alice giggled, biting his neck. She was on tiptoes, her ripe ass wiggling from side to side, and her tits, braless under the thin t-shirt, were making nipple pecks onto his chest. "I take ft you're glad to see me," she added, stepping down.
"When am I not?" Tom wanted to know. She walked past him and he patted her fanny. His finger worked into her crack, giving Alice a friendly welcoming goose, and she squealed in delight. Goddamn, she thought, maybe I shouldn't be doing this after all.
"Let's go to bed right now," she said. "I can call out for food later. Mmmm, I don't want to eat food, I want to eat your dick!"
And as she spoke, she hooked a thumb in her panties and jerked down, suddenly baring part of her golden beaver. It was only a moment's exposure, but Tom began to grin and his eyes sparkled with anticipation. He made for Alice, his hands spread, ready to grasp her. "Let's not even bother with bed," he suggested.
"No!" Alice giggled, skipping out of his reach into her bedroom. "You wait outside a minute. I want to put on something cute and just a little kinky. This time, I'm going to be your sweet obedient slave."
"Okay, but hurry," he said, and he fondled his crotch meaningfully. It was already starting to bulge with excitement.
Alice closed the door, hurried to her, bed. The outfit was already laid out, and she stripped quickly, got into the costume. Black lace bra and panties, with the crotch of the panties cut out so that her pubic hair protruded. Black garter belt, black-tinted stockings. I feel like the Dragon Lady or something, she thought. Last of all, a little choker went around her neck and looked very much like a dog's collar. She found that really kinky, but it was kind of fun to have it on, since it was just for pretend. Into the bathroom, where she sprayed herself with Midnight in Paris.
"Does he really go for this kind of stuff?" she asked Joanne, who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub identically dressed. Joanne was also fragrant with Midnight in Paris, and she was wearing a frizzy wig that almost made a twin for Alice's natural hairdo.
"Sometimes," Joanne said. "I guess you haven't really explored that much of him yet." Somehow the thought made her feel a lot better, and she felt even more confident that it was going to work. In the dark cats are gray. A very old saying, pretty much a cliche, but she'd forgotten it completely until darling sweet Ronnie had said something that got her cogwheels turning. And now? Well, she'd find out very soon.
"Okay," Alice said, fluffing her hair and taking off her glasses. "Wish me luck. Or maybe I should be wishing you…?" Joanne stood up, kissed Alice warmly on the mouth. She hugged the girl until her own nipples were stiff and excited inside the black lace cups of her brassiere. Of course, she'd needed to insert a pair of foam rubber falsies, to give her the same tit proportions as Alice, but it should work. Everything was riding on that. It had to work.
Alice went out through the bedroom, into the living room where Tom stood waiting. He had unzipped himself and reached inside his pants to work on his dick, and it stuck out boldly when Alice returned to him. She made happy eyes in his direction, then took his hand and led him into the bedroom. "It's dark in here," he said. "What did you do, nail boards over the windows?"
"Just the curtains," Alice said, coming to him. She stood posing, grinning as he began to take in her appearance. His eyes expressed their strongest approval and so did his hands, when he got them onto her body. "No," she said as he tried to undo her bra. "Can't do."
"But I want to lick your pretty titties," he protested.
"No can do," Alice said firmly. "I am your slave and my only duty is to give you pleasure. First I get to make love to every part of you. Then it can be my turn, if you want, master. Do you like my getup? Oh, I thought you might. Lots of guys go for this kind of costume, or so I hear. No, nobody really told me – just guys and girl talk, you know? Okay. Now I'm going to turn off the light. And then I'm going to sneak up on you in the dark. That way you'll be able to concentrate entirely on the pleasure. Nothing to distract you from the magical things I'm going to do to your cock, mmmmmm, baby?" She turned off the light, and the room plunged into an almost total darkness.
Alice went to him, and she began to strip him down to his underwear. God, what a hod he had! Smooth and firm and compact. Well, not all of it was compact. Not that cock of his. It was big no matter how you looked, at it, and the thing looked gigantic on a man of his short stature and wiry frame. As she kissed him and undid his shirt, she could feel that cock, swollen stiff and ready inside his pants, and she almost wished that she were going to get the first ride on it. Mmm, maybe she could still do it! Spill the beans? Cop out on her share of the game Joanne had come up with? No, that wouldn't be fair to anybody. Besides, if everything turned out right, the way Joanne wanted, it would be better. For all three of them. But it was such a funny way to get even with a cheating husband, wasn't it? No matter. She threw his shirt onto the floor and let her hands drop, ready to give his pants the same treatment.
She knelt before him in the dark, and she found it kind of exciting for her. She had to feel her way up and down his body, for her eyes were of no assistance. The curtains were tightly drawn and only the thinnest arrow of light slipped under the door leading into the living room. If anything, she thought, it was the purest kind of erotic stimulation. Neither of them could appreciate the other's physical appearance, only the feet of flesh against hands in the dark, the subtle contact of body to body. Alice felt dizzy, unable to see, but she recovered rapidly, as soon as her hands stripped away the last of his clothing and she cupped her palms around the stiff standing beacon of his cock. She could smell, she could feel, she could even taste his manhood, but with the room shrouded in darkness she couldn't see it, and, suddenly, jt wasn't like making sex with Tom at all. It was like meeting someone new, someone she'd taken to her bedroom for the first time. In the dark his cock even tasted a little different, now that she couldn't feast her eyes on the gorgeous length and thickness of him, and she sucked greedily, using her mouth and lips to welcome this sweet stranger in her power.
"You're eating me up," she heard him moan as he grasped her hair, and she had to admit, yes, that's exactly what she was doing. Wasn't it fantastic? She used her teeth, the way she'd never have used tern on the real Tom, and she felt him grow and blossom in her mouth, his cock throbbing each time she clenched down on him. But even while she was sucking, she remembered what she had promised Joanne. "Don't stop," Tom pleaded, pawing her shoulders, but she rose all the same.
"I'll be back in a sec," she promised. "Forgot something in the bathroom." And she was gone.
Joanne slipped out the door a moment after Alice had come into the toilet. She took a deep breath and walked through the darkness, feeling her way carefully. "Oh," she whispered, as she bumped into Tom where he stood naked and hard by the bed. He put his hands on her shoulders, bent her back and smeared across her face a kiss that may not have been equaled since the death of Rudolf Valentino. She giggled into his mouth and her hand tot down, seizing his stiff horny pecker. Well! she thought. Fucking Alice may not have been good for him, but it didn't appear to have done his cock any damage. He felt enormous in her hand, and she realized with a sigh just how long it really had been. And now? Was she doing the right thing, throwing herself upon him like this? Would it have been better simply to confront Tom and tell him that she knew the truth?
And she thought, no, damn it, no! Something was at stake. Her pride. If it had been her decision to sleep around on him; well, she could have justified it to herself. She wouldn't have expected him to understand. But on the other hand, she wouldn't have considered going on the prowl, not before yesterday. Not in a million years. And he had. He'd done it. And he wasn't going to get out of this easily. Oh, she'd have his balls, all right! If he could feel only a millionth of the shock she'd received yesterday when she accidentally overheard him at his teaching activities, if he could feel only a billionth of the shock, she'd consider the account settled. But first…
She couldn't mimic Alice's voice, which had a light, fluty quality to it. Her own vocal tone was rather deeper, softer. So she had to remember to whisper to mask as much of the difference as possible. Until it was time. "Lie down on the bed, master," she purred, "if you can find your way. Let me help you. Oh, God, I can feel your cock, all swelled up! Professor Big Dick, I think I need some of what you have. If I'm a good girl, a real good girl, do you think you might be willing to give me a little?"
"My God, Alice baby," he panted as she helped him onto the bed, "I want to give it all to you. Oh, shit, let me get you naked. I like it when you're naked, when I can feel those sweet tits of yours tickling my chest, when I can get my hands all over your smooth little ass."
"No, no," she whispered, "later! First I have to worship you. Don't forget that I'm your faithful slave and my only command is to give you all the pleasure I can. Ooohhh, it's your turn, baby, and all you have to do is lie back and enjoy it."
Yes, she thought. Enjoy it. Remember how good it used to be for us? It didn't have to stop. But you wanted something else, and you got it, and now you're about to get something else, too. I hope you dig every second of it, baby, 'cause this is how it's gonna be!
He stretched out on the bed, holding his cock erect with the fingers of his left hand. Joanne moved onto the bed with him, and she seized his pecker as she settled down onto her knees beside Tom. "I can't get over how big and hard it swells up," she purred. "Like the barrel of a cannon. Big, round, stiff as steel. And all mine. It is all mine, isn't it?"
"Damn right it is, Miss Honeybun. Belongs to you and that sweet little honeybun of yours. Come here. Let me touch you. God, where did you get those panties? Your twat sticks out and I don't even have to take your pants off to get at you. I like that, baby, really like it."
He began to paw her bare pussy, and she squirmed about, giving him total access to her twat. He squeezed her hairy bush, and there was a momentary hesitation, as if he were trying to remember whether Alice's beaver had always been quite as thick as it felt now. But his hand flexed again, and sappy juices emerged from the crease of her slit, and they touched his palm and he seemed to forget about questions. Joanne pushed her cunt at him, into the clutch of his hand, and she groaned when he worked his finger into her hole. She wasn't quite as small-twatted as Alice. Maybe he'd notice that, too? She could tell the difference in a minute.
If Tom noticed, he gave no sign. His middle finger stabbed into Joanne, and she gave three hearty pulls at his pecker. She heard him moan, deep and low, and she eased onto her side. One of her legs hung over the edge of the bed, the other stretched toward the head of the bed, past Tom's face. He had his hands in her cunt, using both of them to spread and finger-fuck her, and she turned toward the beckoning scent of his aroused cock.
In the dark she had only her nose and her instincts to rely on, but there wasn't even a brief hesitation in her movement. She worked her face toward his dick and her tongue thrust out, ready to lick as soon as she made contact with his heated flesh.
She touched, licked the salty, meaty taste of him, and her tongue didn't let go. Her fingers wrapped tight around Tom's cock and she lifted her head slightly, still licking, lifted high enough to poise her mouth above the tip of his rod. And, tongue still at work, she lowered her head and he slipped into her wet orality, thrusting deeply up Joanne's mouth, toward the back of her throat.
He tensed, flexed, stabbed into her, and it wasn't only his rod that was doing the job. His fingers stiffened, and he had two or three of them in her pussy now, punching his way into Joanne's wet hole.
Which was getting wetter and wetter. She hadn't believed that fucking her husband in the dark without his knowledge, could be half so exciting. Wasn't there a play of Shakespeare's that used a similar plot device? she asked herself as she gobbled and twitched and she tried to think but it wouldn't come to her. Well, she'd never been much for Shakespeare. Great theater, but it wasn't the kind of acting she could handle.
Joanne giggled while she sucked. She was doing this in the dark, too. And wasn't she really playing some kind of role, even in this, her revenge? Wasn't she trying to be the outraged and faithful wife, getting even with a husband who had used her callously and brutally? But did she really, honestly feel that way? She wasn't sure… She wasn't even sure she wanted to know. For ten years she'd put her acting ambitions on the back burner. Right how she was probably playing the greatest role of her life, building up to the kind of curtain that any working actress would give her left tit to accomplish. And she would do it to a fucking T!
She was giving his cock hell now, using her mouth and teeth and lips and tongue in wild harmonies and counterpoints. She didn't know that Alice had also been affected by the dark, that Alice had bitten the hand that would soon feed her. It just seemed the thing to do. Sex in total darkness was something primitive and primeval and wickedly, oh, God, so wickedly exciting! She tightened her lips, worked her head up and down faster and faster. She knew his tempo, though it had been so long, Lord, so long, and she was remembering more and more as she kept on eating Tom's cock. She drew her lips back, bared her teeth, ground them into the rigid resilience of his tool. She heard him groan, felt his fingers stab agonizingly deep and hard into her pussy, and a tiny, mini-come shot through her pussy. It hadn't even been this good when they were a typical loving married couple, thought Joanne. There was an undercurrent of conspiracy and excitement that she had literally never felt in her marriage. But it was here now, throbbing in her veins, and she could even taste it rolling across her tongue, stronger even than the salty ripeness of his pecker. She humped her pussy against his stabbing fingers and she did her Goddamnedest to swallow all eight inches of Tom.
It was good, damn it, and that was the worst. The wide schism between them made it even better than it should have been. He thought she was someone else, and he was feeding her the cock that Alice Custer would normally have been sucking, but she wasn't Alice even if she was acting that role. She was Joanne, his wife, and she was getting her revenge, just as sweet, just as juicy, as she had hoped it would be.
His cock swelled suddenly, and he gushed into her mouth. Joanne groaned in dismay, for she hadn't wanted it to happen. But how could she have prevented it, with the hard, demanding blow job she had given him? She sucked the cum down her throat as it squirted, and she kept her mouth tight around him, sucking to make sure his dick didn't go soft now, when it was about to do her even more service.
His finger-fucking in her pussy dropped almost to a standstill as he pulsed into his orgasm, and his cock throbbed three or four times in her mouth, each throb sending a fresh sticky spurt of jizz into Joanne. Goddamn it, he tasted as good as ever! And she hated the months she had been forced to live without this kind of pleasure, the feel of his semen coursing down her throat in a sweet white river! Oh, when he found out! When he found out!
"I need a minute to catch my breath," he said, petting her cunt through the opening in the crotch of the black panties. His other hand was on her thigh, tracing the outline of her stocking top, playing with her lacy garter. "I think you really sucked it out of me that time, baby. Not just the scooze – everything!"
"There's more," Joanne whispered, petting his pecker. "There's always more with you. I think you could probably manage to stud thee or four women, all the time, and none of them would feel she was having to do without."
"Fat chance, Honeybun," he laughed, rubbing her thigh. "Why don't we smoke some of that wseed of yours and see what comes up? I know I can't swing it again right now."
When did he start smoking marijuana, for Chrissake? In the years she'd known him, Joanne had never seen her husband use any kind of dope other than aspirin. Seemed as if he had an entire life on the side, not just a piece of pussy.
"I can't wait," she simpered, and she pinched the base of his dangling balls.
"Yeoowwwww!" he yelped in a sharp voice, but it had the effect she was looking for. His cock stiffened in her hand and she knew that it would certainly stay hard long enough for her to take a delicious pony ride. Gently, she extracted herself from the caress of his hands and moved astride his supine body.
"Now it's my turn," she said. "I gave you your pleasure in my mouth, and you have to give me mine. Right here…" stroking the tip of his dick through her pubic hair as she poised above him "…is where I need it. And I think I'm going to get it!"
She straightened his rod, mashed her labes with its tip, and she came down slowly onto the sticky length of his cum-smeared tool. "Oh, shit," Tom growled, grabbing her by the legs. His hands fumbled in the darkness but he made a hold and he didn't let go. "Oh, shit, I think I'm gonna give it to you! Alice, baby, what's with you today? I mean…" he paused to give her a few fast upstrokes, lunges that went deeply up Joanne's pussy and made her quiver with joy. Just like old times, she thought, really like old times! "…you're so hung up on crazy kinks today. That outfit, doing it in the dark, the hungry way you ate me. It's not quite like you."
"Next thing I'm going to do is stick a vibrator up your ass and erode your prostate," Joanne whispered, leaning down so she could kiss him and he could breathe the full aroma of the Midnight in Paris she'd sprayed onto her tits and hair. "Would you like that?"
He laughed. "Oh, Jesus, baby, I wish you could have seen her! It was the wildest thing I ever saw. I mean, there I was, lying on the bed next to her, and she was using that thing on herself, sticking it right in, moaning when it got deep and started to hit the spot. I'd never seen her do anything like that before, not in front of me. Damn it, Alice, I wish this semester was over and done! When I get my tenure, I'm going to move out. We'll get ourselves a place, you and me, a nice place, with a swimming pool and a big fence, maybe, and we'll be together all the time. It's not fair to you, let alone to Joanne, this double life of mine, and I hate to do it to her. But it won't be long. The review board will pass on my tenure in three more weeks, and I'll know if I have a job or not…"
"What if they know about us?" she whispered slyly. "I mean, it's not exactly a secret. I know we tried to keep it that way, but this is a small school and word gets around. Even that girl in the reception office, that Sandy – she knows about it. And at least half the kids in the poetry class, and…"
He gripped her ass, pulled her tight against him. "Holy shit," he said in a tense, very nervous voice that Joanne was delighted to hear.
"Shhhh," she teased, stroking his nose and lips. "Don't worry. The review board doesn't know anything, I'll bet. Just like your wife? They'll all be the last to know. Now just fuck me, baby. Oohhhhh, really fuck me! Am I good? Am I the best? Isn't this the greatest it's ever been? Shouldn't we do this a lot more often, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssss!" he panted, holding her ass and punching his way up into her dominant pussy. "You get better every time, Alice honey, so much better. And I think I'm going deeper in you than I ever did before. Do you feel that too? Isn't Professor Big Cock giving his honeybuns a fuck she'll remember for a long time to come?"
And speaking of come, Joanne realized that it wasn't impossible for her to reach orgasm again, soon. She'd already come once, while she was sucking his prick and he was driving his fingers in and out of her snatch. Again? The big one? Why not? A little hard fucking, some wiggles and jiggles of response – that should do it. And it would be to her own advantage if she got the most out of this sneaky fuck.
His hands were all over her ass, spreading her cheeks, making her pussy pout that much tighter around his big stabbing pecker, and she could feel his pubic hairs, bristles and wires, tickling her clitoris every time she wiggled down upon him. Damn! They really were a good team in the bedroom. They used to be a good pair everywhere. Could they really get back to the way their life had used to be? No. That was impossible. But maybe they could come to terms and make this portion of their lives nearly as good. She knew that as surely as she knew that his dick was ramming up into her twat, and she knew it as surely as she knew that orgasm was rapidly stealing upon her.
"I'm going to come," she panted, whispering the words muskily into his mouth. She wished she could see his face, wished she could see the strain and pressure showing in his countenance as he poured the meat up her slick twat. "Come with me," she coaxed. "Shoot me with your gun. Blast me. Let me feel it, going off deep inside me. I really need that, darling, I really need your big cock exploding in my pussy. Will you do it? Hurry – I'm almost there almost…"
"I'm trying, I'm trying," he moaned, squeezing her ass. She closed her eyes, and it was just as dark as when they were opened. Her legs clutched at his and her pussy started to undulate around the lance of his pecker. It was now, it was really now! Not a big come, but a come he couldn't help feel, all along the shaft of his tool. She planted herself down upon him and let the urges take over.
"Now!" she said. "I'm corning now, I really am!"
"I can tell!" he replied, and he started rabbit-fucking his way up into Joanne, squeezing her buttocks. His cock force-fed her snatch six or seven times, fast and hard, and then she felt him lunge savagely, ramming himself as deeply as he could go, and she held him tight, her lips placing kisses all over his face in the darkness. "I'm coming too!" Tom hollered, and he was pulling her buttocks, almost splitting her at the crack of her ass. She didn't care. She dung to him and they rocked and rolled together, and her come intensified, and what she'd thought would be no more than a minor riffle of her pussy swamp turned into a sparkling, delightful orgasm, one she could ride like Wagner's Valkyries riding the clouds of the raging storm.
"Yes!" she groaned. "Yes, yes, hold me, don't let go, always hold me!"
They lay afterwards, still in the dark, warm and close in the bed. His cock had slipped out of her pussy and she could feel the pleasant leakage of jism from her slice, and sometimes she reached down to touch herself there. A couple of times she even tasted her wet fingers and decided that his cum tasted delicious when she drank it from his cock, but it picked up a certain tangy piquance when it was mixed with the fruits of her own snatch.
"Take off that damned bra, would you?" he asked, squeezing her spongy boobs. "I want to suck your tits. Do they want me to suck them?"
"Mmmmm-hmmm," Joanne whispered. He was already kissing her neck and collar. It was time, she decided. She slipped down one bra cup, and pushed his head toward it. His tongue was out, slashing over her flesh, but he stopped short when he licked the foam falsie she'd stuffed into her brassiere to give herself the appearance and feel of being fuller-titted.
"What's this?" he said. "You taste like rubber. Hey, that is rubber! Alice…"
"Turn on the light," Joanne said, using her natural voice.
She felt him stiffen against her at the sound, and he was starting to move back, fast, when the light came on.
Tom sat up in the bed, staring at Alice, who stood by the light switch, and at Joanne who was sprawled on the bed, one falsie just popping out of her bra. Both women were smiling like cats and he said, "What the fuck?"