"Surprise!" Joanne said. "And all this time you thought you really didn't want to fuck me any more, hmmm, stud? Well, you just did, and I don't think I heard any complaints. Did you hear any complaints, Alice – or may I call you Honeybuns, too?"
"Call me anything, as long as you don't call me late for supper," Alice giggled, slipping out of her black lace bra as she walked toward the bed. She halted a moment, leaning on the bedpost while he pulled off her panties and stockings. Naked, finally, she slipped onto the bed. She started to fickle the soles of Tom's feet. "I didn't hear any complaints of any kind," he added. "From either of you."
"See?" Joanne shrugged. "We're both content. Are you, Thomas?"
"Content? Goddamn it, I don't even know what the shit is happening! Joanne, how did you – I mean, when did you – whose idea – Christ! I don't even know what I'm saying!"
"Then don't talk," Joanne invited. Alice was holding Tom's bare foot to her mouth, and she was suckling his toes. Her hand moved up and down the inside of his leg and she was getting closer and closer to his cum-smeared cock.
"Let's just say, Tom, that your secret isn't a secret any longer. And I think it's better that way. But the real point is this – it seems you and I aren't quite as finished as you may have led yourself to believe. Does that sound fair? Accurate? Or were you just telling me what a hot lay I was so I'd feel better? In the dark, that is. You know what they say: 'In the dark, they're all alike.'"
"Anyway," she went on, "Alice and I have discovered that we have certain rather interesting mutual hobbies. Alice – would you come here and help me show Professor Big Cock what I'm talking about?"
Alice giggled and let go of Tom's foot. She crawled up the bed on hands and knees to meet Joanne, who had risen from her prone position. They put their arms around one another's necks and melted into a blistering kiss. Joanne let her hand fall onto Alice's tit, and she began to fondle the stiffened nipple, rolling her fingers around and around the thin, sturdy erection. Alice groaned into Joanne's mouth, put one of her hands in the older woman's lap. She went straight for the cum-lined slick of Joanne's twat, entered it with her driving finger, caused a moan to leak, from Joanne's mouth.
Joanne eased back. She stroked Alice's cheek, then nodded in the direction of her cunt. Alice grinned, fell onto her tits and belly, and nuzzled into Joanne's dark-furred beaver. "Oh, God, your tongue!" Joanne whined, writhing as the head got better and better.
She looked over at her husband. "See what I mean?" she said hoarsely. The look on Tom's face told her that she did indeed have his balls – Christ, she could put his pecker in her pocket if she wanted!
Alice came up for air, and then she let her head rest on Joanne's tummy, both women staring at Tom with placid, contented faces. "I don't know if I want any part of this," Tom said.
"Oh, that's not nice," Joanne protested. "After all, we're both somewhat devoted to a man who looks as if he doesn't know whether he wants to grow up to be Al Pacino or Rudolph Nureyev. I think we could come to a civilized arrangement about this, don't you, Alice?"
"Mmm-hmmm," Alice agreed.
"What did you say about me?" Tom asked, bristling a little.
Joanne reached up, stroked his wavy dark hair. "I think you should settle for Al Pacino," she mused. "Oh. One of your students told me that, yesterday. I thought it was a very apt description. Of course, it doesn't quite do you justice – my God, I almost forgot!"
She worked free of Alice, crawled off the bed. "Where are you going?" Tom asked.
"Just going to tell someone the coast is clear," she replied. "Alice is your little surprise for me, darling, and I have a surprise for you."
She went into the living room, flicked the light switch three times, then listened at the window. She heard the sound of a car engine on the street two stories below and she smiled. Poor Ronnie. He'd been waiting with the car how long now? An hour? It was five-thirty at least. Mote than an hour. Well, she could find a way to make it up to him.
A few minutes later she heard a knock at the door. Wearing only her crotchless panties and silk stockings (the bra was somewhere between the bedroom door and the beanbag chair), she flung the door open. She knew it would be Ronnie, but if it had been anyone else she wouldn't have been embarrassed. Not any more. She had done things she didn't believe possible for herself. Nothing frightened her now. Nothing. "Hello, darling," she said, and he came in.
She took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. Tom was just coming out the door, carrying his shorts. He stopped short when he saw Joanne and Ronnie, and he blushed the color of a whorehouse lantern.
"You know Ronnie Spencer, I think," Joanne said.
"Hi, Professor," Ronnie said, grinning. He was losing some of the shyness she'd noticed in him earlier. Joanne wasn't sure whether she liked that or not. Well, shyness wasn't a quality that would be needed in the future. Not if this relationship went the way she intended it to go.
Tom tried to cover himself with his shorts but it was too late. Alice came out of the bedroom right behind him. She was stark naked, but it didn't seem to faze her, "Hi, Ronnie," she said. He nodded and smiled.
"This is one of my surprises," Joanne said. "It seemed to me that as long as my husband was balling one of his students, there shouldn't be any harm in me doing the same thing. Ronnie's going to be living with us, Tom. He had to move out of his old place today and, well, I felt sort of responsible, so I told him he could stay with us. That way I won't be so lonely those nights you're working late, you know?"
Tom was beyond words. "Sounds really cool to me," Alice contributed, walking past Tom. She stood in the middle of the small room, hands on her hips. "It looks like we're turning into an army," she said. "Do you have any more surprises coming up, Joanne?"
"Only this one," Joanne replied. She put her hand on Ronnie's crotch, squeezed hard, then dropped to her knees. Deftly, she unzipped his pants and extracted his limp tool. While Tom and Alice watched, she put his cock in her mouth and began to suck, drawing hard with cheeks and lips until he had stiffened to perfection. Only then did she release him, and she remained on her knees, working her fist up and down the shaft of his dick. "Care for a taste, Alice?" she invited. "We're sharing my husband. We might as well share my lover, too."
"Joanne…" That was Tom, his voice weak and drained. He'd dropped his shorts and his cock was sticking straight out. Joanne noticed, and she smiled. Think about it, she thought. Is it any less good for me to have some strange, than it is for you?
Alice shrugged. "Why not?" she giggled, and she went to Ronnie. First she lifted up on tiptoes and bit his chin gently. He was handling her tits while she did, and his eyes were getting big. The feel of her thin, taut nipples seemed to turn him on. His pecker twitched in Joanne's grip.
Alice knelt beside Joanne and she took hold of Ronnie's prick. First she breathed across the tip, where Joanne's juices were still frothy, and then she started licking him up and down. Her tongue going faster and faster, and she made a slurping noise and took him into her mouth for some deep sucking. She could take a cock almost completely into her gullet, Joanne noticed. Mmmm. Maybe she could get a few lessons on that technique from Alice. Ronnie certainly seemed to be going for it. Smiling, Joanne stood up, went to her husband.
"This is crazy," Tom said in a low yoke. His eyes were fixed on his mistress, where she knelt, eating the dick of another man. The dick he'd just seen his own wife gobbling, as if dicks were going out of style tomorrow morning. He was a little shaken, and his face, which had been so red, was now tinged with an ashy shade of pale-green. Poor baby, Joanne thought. But he's the one who started it. I'm only reacting to what he did.
No, I'm doing more than reacting. But it's my way. I'm not a doormat, rm a woman. And I won't be pushed around, forced to do what somebody else wants me to do. I'll do what I want to do.
She looked down at her husband's stiff cock and she knew what she wanted to do. Right now, at least. She kissed him on the cheek, reached for his rod, slithered close against his body, nuzzling him and playing with his tool. "If you weren't so hard," she purred, "I'd almost think you were jealous."
"Christ, Joanne – how can I show my face at school again? How can I look out at a class and see his face and know that he's fucked – he has fucked you, hasn't he?"
"Same way you could conduct your class with Alice present," Joanne suggested. "Oh, Tom, in case you're not aware, almost everyone on campus knows that you're balling the girl! The receptionist, Sandy with the big tits, gets her jollies listening to you on the intercom! So why get worried now, I'd like to know? We're fast on the way to becoming an extended family. Did you think of that? You fuck Alice and you fuck me when the notion strikes. I've fucked Alice, I've fucked Ronnie, and, from the looks of things, he'll have that cute tool of his in Alice before much longer. Short of moving into faggotry, we've got about as well-knit a group, sexually, as you could ever want to find. So why hold back? I don't mind sharing you with Alice, but you'll have to give your approval to Alice and me, and Ronnie and me, and Alice and Ronnie. There are four of us. The potential seems unlimited. What do you think?"
"I don't know what you're doing to me," he said, "but it sounds Goddamned attractive when you talk about it."
"That's the Tom I was wanting to hear from," Joanne said. "If you'd like to go over to the couch, we can watch it from a much better, angle. Or maybe you won't even feel like watching after I get started on you."
She led him across the room by the cock, set him down on the sofa, planted her bare ass beside him. She offered him her nipples to suck, and it was good to feel his old familiar mouth suckling at her paps. She crooned in delight and stroked his head and shoulders and said, "Where did we ever drift apart?" He didn't answer, but his mouth on her tits was answer enough. They'd drifted back together.
Alice was still busy with Ronnie, and he was sitting on the floor, shucking off his pants while she kept gobbling his cock. Everyone needs some strange, Joanne thought. It must be a natural human urge. Tom has a bigger dick than Ronnie, and his cum is so much tastier, but there she lies on the floor, sweet Alice, wolfing at his tool so greedily you might think she'd never had the chance to eat one before and she wanted to make up for lost time. And Ronnie, moaning and groaning, and I know she can't give that much better a blowjob than I do, but it's a new, strange mouth on his cock, and that's what really counts, I guess.
Now Ronnie's pants were off, and Alice had him by the nuts and root, feeding his cock into her suckling mouth. He was reaching down to stroke her tits, and he really seemed to dig those skinny nipples of hers. They were long enough to get a real grip on, and he kept squeezing and pinching them, making Alice moan responsively around his cock. She wiggled closer to him, and he slid his hand down into her furry pie. His fingers found the small, tight slash of her pussy and he stroked into her. Alice's legs stiffened, the toes curling and wiggling, and then she drew herself up into a tight little ball, trapping his hand between her thighs.
Ronnie looked up at Joanne. "This is crazy wild," he said. "I'm not only fucking my teacher's wife, I'm also getting blown by his girlfriend."
"Mmmm-hmmm," Joanne grinned, "but I suspect this is only the start." She stretched her leg across the floor toward Ronnie. He leaned to meet it, put his hand on her foot, lifting it. "Suck my toes," she said. "I like the way you do that."
"Sure thing," Ronnie replied, and he began to lick between her toes, lick wet and warm, his tongue sloshing through so ticklish and snakelike it made her flesh crawl in delight. She pushed her foot at him, and he began to lick at the sole of her foot, too, and talk about ticklish!
"We're almost a daisy chain," she told Tom, catching him by the ears and lifting his head from her tits. "Look."
"Well," Tom said, "then let's pick a few more flowers and see what happens. Try this." He reared up, slid his body across Joanne's left leg, and brought the head of his pecker to her pussy gash.
There was a tingle in her luscious labes, a tingle that was almost, but not quite, pain. Sweet God, she'd gotten such a workout the last two days! More than she'd had in months! And it had all started when she frigged herself with Tom's bath brush. Mmm. She'd have to tell him about that sometime. But she didn't need it any more. And the vibrator? Well, unless Alice could come up with some kind of group activity that included a vibrator, she would probably give the thing to the Goodwill. Maybe there was some sexually deprived woman in town who could use a good vibrator. Plus batteries. She would never have to seek satisfaction from a plastic machine again. Not when she had these real flesh-and-blood machines to give her pleasure. Tom and Ronnie and Alice. A different kind of sex with each of them.
With Tom she could be totally loose and open, her pussy could expect to be satiated time and again, and they had the advantage of knowing one another so intimately. No secrets, no hidden desires that hadn't been fulfilled. Not now. Ronnie. Young, a lot to learn and a promising student. Joanne would be his real teacher, though he was in Tom's English class. And she'd teach it all to him, make him a stud who was a perfect match for her own desires. And Alice. Mmmm, maybe Alice was the nicest discovery of all! With men it was a matter of fucking, but the interplay between women was something altogether different, something men could never appreciate no matter how they tried. And she'd always been afraid of it. Well, she wasn't afraid now. In fact, she was rather envious of the finger Ronnie still had, buried in Alice's tangy twat. She wished to Christ it was her own tongue, delving into that juicy swamp of flesh and hair. Well, soon it would be her tongue between Alice's thighs, and she would be tasting those sweet honey juices that had excited her so much this afternoon. God, what a happy ending this story was turning out to have! And to think that murder had been on her mind only yesterday afternoon!
Tom thrust into Joanne and she groaned in ecstasy as his long thick tool rammed its way up her slick tunnel. She was still greasy from their fuck in the bedroom, and the activities she had initiated here in the living room certainly hadn't done anything to dry up her twat. She felt him squish into her depths and she sighed. Her free leg sidled around his body and he slid atop her, pushing his rod even deeper, harder. Jesus, he was so stiff! The idea was taking toot in him now. He would certainly go along with it all. Did he have any choice?
"Honey," he said, looking down at her, "I think I've been unfair as hell to you, and I'm sorry."
"Thank you," she replied. "I was hoping you'd get around to telling me that. But I really feel a lot more like fucking than talking, if you know what I mean?"
"That's one thing I do know," he said. "And, you know, hon, I really think it is best with you."
"Too late now, Thomas! Like it or not, we have moved into the realm of the open marriage. And I don't feel like drawing in my horns. Can you live with that?"
"I suppose I'll have to. Not that it seems to be hard to do."
He found his rhythm, and he began to fuck her in passionate stabs that went deep and visited all her cuntal erogenous areas in the process. Joanne writhed and twisted under him, and her foot jerked loose from Ronnie's mouth. She peeked over Tom's shoulder, saw that Ronnie was beyond caring. He was holding Alice by the head now, running his fingers through her frizzy blonde hair, and he was stabbing her mouth again and again with his cock. In fact, even as Joanne stole a peek, she saw the boy's face contort and she saw Alice's body jerk and she knew that the girl was getting her first taste of Ronnie's fresh young cum. It was Beaujolais, compared to the Bordeaux-like stuff Tom could squirt. Getting it must be a change for Alice.
Yes, she thought, everyone likes a piece of strange now and then. It's good for the body and the spirit.
It had been so long since she and Tom had been this close, this intimate, this Goddamned horny, that she felt as if she, too, were getting some strange. She rubbed her leg up and down his back and she said, "Ooohhh, darling, fuck me, fuck me the way you used to! The lights are on now and you know it's me, so give it to me for Joanne's sake!"
Alice had cum running from her mouth. Ronnie must have given her one hell of a load. She was licking her chin, trying to scoop it up, using her fingers, too. Drops of jism leaked onto her tits and she fingered them, brought them to her mouth, sucked them up. She looked at Joanne and she grinned broadly. "You know," she said, "it seems to me that if you're letting Ronnie move in with you, the least you could do is turn a spare room over to me. Like, I don't see any sense in keeping up separate establishments. Do you?"
"Talk to the man of the house," Joanne grinned back. "He's in charge of luring young females into our den of sin. If you think you can stand the 24-hour orgies, though, it's jake by me."
Alice finished wiping her mouth and sucking her fingers, and then she winked at Joanne. Crawling on her hands and knees, she deposited herself behind Tom and started to lick his buttocks while he fucked Joanne.
Joanne could feel the change in her husband's tempo. "Kinda like that, do you?" she told Tom, and he just smiled. Alice was licking his nuts, too, and the root of his cock where it entered Joanne and rammed deep, and her tongue drifted onto Joanne's pussy every now and then.
Behind Alice, Ronnie was pulling his meat, shaking the stiffness back into his drained dong. It took him a couple of minutes to get hard, but when he did, he was quick and to the point. He crawled behind Alice where she was kneeling behind Tom, and he squatted down, rubbing his cock up and down her buttocks. She looked over her shoulder and said, "If you're waiting for permission, you don't have to wait any longer!" A moment later she threw her head back and said, "AAAAGGHHH!" Her face went white and she groaned, "Not my asshole! Jesus, it's too tight! Oh, Goddamn you!!" she said after two quick raspy breaths. "If you take it out now, I'll fucking kill you!"
Joanne saw Ronnie's face, and he was beaming in triumph. She gave him a conspiratorial wink and he returned it. "You bought the luckiest beer of your life yesterday, kid," she told him. "I only hope you appreciate the 'menage a quatre' you're getting into."
"I'll appreciate it a hell of a lot more when it's your ass I'm splitting," Ronnie said. Yes, he had certainly lost a lot of his shyness!
"Dream on, baby boy," she purred. "Right now I'm getting it from the champion. But your turn will come. And so, I hope, will you."
He pushed into Alice, made her cry out in panic-tinted ecstasy. "Don't worry about me," he said. "I have a spare cock I'm saving for your pussy, Joanne. And I plan on using it within the next ten minutes."
Joanne only smiled. What the hell was the name of that Shakespearean play in which a rejected wife got even by crawling into the other woman's bed and giving the faithless husband a sweet fuck under cover of darkness? Of course! It was "All's Well That Ends Well!"
She'd acted her part to perfection, and the Bard himself had given the perfect curtain line. All's well indeed, she thought. All's very well. And she had no doubt at all that tomorrow would also be a very nice day.