For a long moment, there was complete silence. Doug made the first move.
"Betty, honey…" he began tentatively, his voice soft and hesitant.
The gentleness of his tone was too much for Betty; she dissolved into tears, her shoulders shaking, her face covered with her hands. In a moment, Doug was beside her, cradling her in his arms.
"There, there, don't cry, baby… it's all right now," he soothed, pulling her to him. Somehow, the knowledge of her infidelity didn't matter quite so much when it was shown in perspective with his own misdemeanor. He knew, deep down, that he had been wrong to berate her over her transgression without mentioning his own, and was also sure that if Selma hadn't come in just then, he would not have revealed his affair to his wife.
But Selma had been the last person he expected to see. He knew she was upset over the ending of their affair, but he never dreamed that she'd go to this length to get revenge. He figured that she must have called the office and found that he had gone home early, and had decided to follow him in the hopes of a confrontation with Betty. But she was probably just as surprised as she was to find Harvey and Jean there as well.
"I'm… I'm sorry, Doug," Betty sobbed, clinging to her husband. Shivers trembled her body and she couldn't stop crying. It had been so terrible the whole encounter. First of all, the shock of being discovered by Doug when she was involved in a lascivious threesome with Harvey and Jean, and then the crowning blow of discovering that Doug had been unfaithful to her, just as she had been to him.
"And I'm sorry, too, baby," Doug said heartfeltedly. "I guess it's all my fault, really," he confessed shamefacedly. "You see, I first met Selma that day when I… when I did that terrible thing to you… that's why I was home so late!"
So that was the reason for his terrible temper, Betty thought, he was feeling guilty!
"But you see," he went on tentatively, "I never would have been interested in Selma if things had been going right between us!"
"I know," Betty agreed, "and a lot of the fault is mine, too. I see that now!"
"You do?" Doug said disbelievingly.
"Yes, and it took Harvey to point it out to me…"
"What's that son of a bitch got to do with it?" Doug raged defensively.
Betty laughed, feeling some of the strain melting away from her.
"I'm glad to see you're jealous… that you still have some feeling left for me!"
"How can you say that… if you only knew how I felt when I walked in and saw you… sucking that bastard's cock!"
"I do know," Betty insisted, "after all, Selma was pretty honest about your relationship."
It was Doug's turn to feel embarrassed.
"It's all right, darling." Betty said soothingly. "I can understand why you got involved with her. I wasn't much fun for you, frigid as I was!"
"Well, you weren't…" Doug protested, not knowing what to say.
"Don't worry, I realize now what an idiot I've been," Betty smiled. "To tell the truth, I don't know how you put up with me these two years. But all that's changed now, thank goodness – and Harvey!"
She saw her husband's face darkening and put out a restraining hand.
"Now don't go getting uptight about Harvey. Whether or not you know it, you owe him a debt of gratitude."
"What! Gratitude for…"
"For making a woman out of your childish wife!" Betty finished firmly.
"It certainly makes a man feel like shit when he finds out that his wife has to go to another guy to get satisfaction!" Doug said bitterly, turning away.
"But don't you understand, darling," Betty insisted, "for some goofy reason, I just couldn't let myself go with you. I needed the jolt of an illicit affair to set my wheels in motion."
"How's that?" Doug questioned suspiciously.
"Oh, I don't rightly know," Betty replied honestly. "I just know that it works. And as far as I'm concerned, that's the main thing. How or why doesn't mean a damn!"
Doug had to admit that she was right. Of course, it irked him to think that he had failed to arouse her completely, and that she had responded fully for the first time to a complete stranger. But he knew he'd get over that in time. As she said, the main thing was that she was finally released from her prison of prudery, and was free to be exactly what she was – a fully liberated woman. But a nagging doubt remained. Suppose she only responded with Harvey… or some other man. Suppose things were just the same between them? What then?
"Betty, why don't…" he began, wondering if he should suggest what he had in mind. But Betty seemed preoccupied with the sounds coming from the next room.
"Let's go tell the others we've made up," she said happily, leading him towards the bedroom, completely oblivious to the fact that she was stark naked. Quite a change from the Betty I used to know, Doug smiled to himself as he followed her. He decided to hedge his plan of trying out whether the transformation that had come over his wife applied to making love with him as well, and go along with what she wanted.
She threw open the door of the bedroom, and then stopped short. Doug, too, gave a gasp of surprise as he stared at the lewd goings-on on the bed.
Another lascivious threesome had formed, Doug saw, with once more, Harvey taking a leading role in events. He was skewering wildly between Selma's widespread legs, while Jean was astride the blonde's face, her legs wrapped around her shimmering, golden head. He experienced a momentary stab of jealousy as he saw that Harvey had monopolized Selma – first his wife, and now his mistress – but as he watched, he was aware of a curious feeling of excitement. It was a far different feeling than that he had felt when he had discovered Betty sucking Harvey's cock, but this was different. Betty and he were reconciled, and he could look on this new development with something approaching composure. Not that he was likely to feel that for long, for already he could discern that his prick was beginning to grow along his leg, pressing against the confining fabric of his pants.
Betty was watching the scene with avid interest. She couldn't help feeling disconcerted by the sight of Selma's lovely golden body, her flesh soft and buttery. Her husband's mistress was beautiful, without a doubt. And obviously, Harvey thought so too. Betty could see the familiar length of his lust-inflated shaft pumping rhythmically in and out of the clasping wet tunnel of the teenager's eagerly receptive cunt, and Betty could just barely catch a glimpse of the moistly gleaming pinkness as Harvey withdrew. Jean, too, was obviously enraptured by the newcomer. Her head was thrown back, her hard, upswept breasts pointed and excited. The muscles in her thighs were standing out like whipcord as she maintained her thigh-grip on Selma's buried face and bounced up and down incessantly as shivers of pleasure stabbed at her tingling pussy.
Betty's eyes traveled back to her lover, an saw that his hands were clutched convulsively onto Selma's gleaming gold skin, holding her inexorably in place. His body was bathed in perspiration and he didn't even seem to notice that Jean was also getting her share of fun from Selma. He continued to fuck mercilessly between the long, tapering legs which were now curling around his lower back in a possessive gesture, and Betty could see the flexing and unflexing of his hirsute buttocks as he drove his thick, hard shaft to the hilt between the softly swollen flanges of Selma's openly throbbing cunt.
He raised her pelvis a few inches off the bed from the force of his tremendous thrusts, and Betty could see the sperm-laden sac of his balls dangling lewdly beneath his pile-driving cock. She was surprised that she didn't feel any jealousy as she watched the lust-inciting scene. She actually didn't mind watching her lover fuck her husband's mistress. Certainly the sight excited her, but it didn't make her envious. She had Doug back again and he was all she wanted. Turning her head slightly, she was aware that her husband was sidling over towards her. A quick glance downwards told her that he was aroused by the lascivious scene as well. She could see the growing protuberance of his burgeoning cock, pushing against his pants, and with a swift movement, she brushed her hand lightly over it.
"Oh God, honey, don't do that!" Doug hissed between passion-clenched teeth.
"Why not, baby?" Betty smiled, pressuring the swollen organ once more with her sensitive fingertips. "It's big and hard, isn't it…" she mused, her eyes half-closing.
Doug stared at her in amazement. He could hardly believe that she was talking this way, let alone touching his cock in that provocative gesture. He stared hard at her face and was astonished at what he saw mirrored there. Desire was written all over her lovely smooth features. Desire… but who was it for! His heart pounding painfully, he looked questioningly at her.
"Ooohhhh… get naked, honey… quick!" she gasped, her fingers tightening around the throbbing hardness of his erect prick.
Doug could hardly believe his ears. He stared uncomprehendingly at his wife, afraid that he had misunderstood her.
"Oh baby, let's fuck…" she pleaded, her eyes full of longing.
Doug needed no second urging. His hands began to tear at his clothes, pulling off his shirt, ripping down his pants. He was urged on by the lewd, sibilant sounds coming from the bed where Selma, Harvey and Jean were thrashing around in an obscene tangle of sucking and fucking. His blood-swollen penis leaped up happily when he freed it from the confines of his trousers, and his heart gave a painful thud when he saw Betty's eyes lighted on it, widening with interest and excitement.
In a moment, he made a wild rush at her, lunging towards her with all the tremendous intensity of his desire. He caught her in a tight bear hug, knocking her off balance and they both tumbled to the floor, unaware of everything but the heated, passionate closeness of their bodies.
He ground his mouth down on hers in a demanding kiss, and was thrilled when her lips parted obediently to admit his probing tongue. Her own wet tongue fenced and swirled around his lewdly dabbing tongue, whipping up a froth of their mutual saliva. Her arms tightened around his neck and she clung to him, her body straining eagerly against his. He could feel the hardness of her turgid little nipples digging into his chest, and she flexed the hair-covered mound of her vaginal "vee" against the nudging shaft of his palpitating cock.
From across the room, they could hear the mounting moans of pleasure, and knew that the trio were near to climaxing. Somehow, the knowledge of the crescendoing of excitement only a few feet away from them spurred on their own, and Betty's thighs parted of their own volition in obvious invitation to her lust-maddened husband. Immediately, he guided the huge, blood-bloated head towards the small quivering opening to her body, and placed against the delicate flesh.
For a moment, he held it there, savoring the fragile, almost ephemeral contact between her soft feminine vagina and the throbbing hardness of his heated male cock, and then he couldn't hold back any longer. He would know soon if his worst fears were to be realized. He would discover if Betty could respond to him as completely as she did to Harvey. Drawing in his breath, he placed a hand on either of her soft, quivering inner thighs and drew them further apart, revealing the full pink moist slit of her waiting pussy.
Then he surged forward with all the strength that was in his desire-driven body.
"Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh… Ohhhhhh…" Betty wailed as she felt the giant instrument cleave through the futilely resisting cuntal sheath, and forge its way into the darkness of her moistly giving vaginal depths. But Doug, driven on by a lust-maddened demon that was guiding his instinct, ignored her moans and continued to saw relentlessly into the clinging passage.
"… uuugggghhhhhhnnnn…"
Another painful inch.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh… uuummmppphhhh…"
And then, he was in!
"Oh God, you're too big!" Betty gasped, hardly able to breathe. She felt completely stuffed with her husband's big, thick cock, and it seemed to be expanding inside her with every passing second. She was sure it would explode from the tight restricting pressure of her still-resisting cuntal channel.
Doug held it there for a moment, and then, slowly began to withdraw. Her smooth inner membrane was dry and unyielding and pulled out painfully as he exited, and when just the burgeoning head was still tightly imbedded in the squirming orifice, he plunged forward again, ramming it in with full force. He ignored the feeble resistance and sunk his pounding cock right to the hilt in her helpless little belly.
Without waiting, he began to establish a rhythmic sawing in and out, holding his wife firmly by the hips. He drove into her with deep hard strokes, hitting bottom each time, his heavy, churning balls slapping lewdly against the upraised crevice of her softly rounded backside, and then withdrawing smoothly until just the hard rubbery head was still buried between her splayed thighs.
Her eager, grasping pussy finally began to lubricate, allowing his pistoning cock to slip in and out with greater ease. As she became more accustomed to his enormous girth, her hips took on a gentle undulation of their own as they began to respond to the familiar movement. She began to grind her buttocks down into the floor, flexing her tingling cunt upward to receive her husband's instroke. Her full, voluptuous breasts were quivering, the nipples hard and erect. Her head was thrown back wantonly, her flame-colored hair framing her lust-wreathed face like a blazing halo. Her arms reached up and wrapped themselves around his neck, and she bucked against him with increasing rhythm, matching her thrashing with his frantic pounding.
"Ooooohhhhh… Oh God yessss…" she gasped through desire-clenched teeth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, wearing away the grittiness of any resistance she might have left to her husband's fucking.
Doug was in seventh heaven. This was beyond his wildest dreams. Betty was responding to him in a way he had never imagined possible. But he had often daydreamed about something like this happening, but had never thought that it would be anything but a dream. And now… he could hardly believe that the beautiful, sensually aroused woman, flailing and twisting around wantonly beneath him, was his wife! His prudish, frigid wife! Well, that Betty was gone, that was obvious. She was truly liberated, just like she said, and she had made him the happiest man in the world. After this, he would never need another Selma again – Betty was definitely enough for him!
Betty was carried away into a world of her own. Her body was afire with pleasurable sensations, and her brain was alight with joy. She was fucking Doug, and for the very first time in her life, deriving full, total enjoyment from it. It was fabulous! Far, far better than she had ever imagined, and much better than with Harvey. Now that the shame and fear of the confrontation had passed away, Betty was glad that it had happened. Otherwise, things might have gone on the way they were going indefinitely, and their marriage might have been irretrievably wrecked. But thank goodness, things had come to a head and now she and Doug were free to enjoy each other to the fun.
Engrossed in her thoughts, and riding the crest of her mounting pleasure, Betty failed to notice that there was a new movement on the floor beside her. She gasped in surprise when she felt an alien hand on her hip, and wondered with a pang of panic who it could be. She realized then that the sounds from the bed had ceased and knew that they must have climaxed. But who was crouched beside her now? She could hear the heavy breathing, and had a moment of fear. Was it Selma, come to separate her from her husband? Then, just when she was about to make an effort to discover who had joined them, a voice whispered in her ear.
"Betty! Betty! It's me, Harvey!"
Harvey! Oh God, what was he doing here?
His hands were racing over her body, trailing over her hips, pulling and kneading at her buttocks.
"Roll over, honey, don't forget Harvey!" he leered, his voice rasping, and Betty froze with fear. What did he mean? What would Doug say? Before she had time to think any further, she found herself being shifted, pulled over sideways, and then she found herself astride her husband, his charging cock still pile-driving into the darkness of her hungrily receptive cunt.
Betty still couldn't figure what was going on. Harvey was still stroking and caressing her, but Doug didn't seem to mind. Now his hands were fondling the flaccid half-moons of her ass, straining the soft pliant mounds apart, pressuring the crevice of her backside almost beyond belief. She didn't know what to think. What was Harvey doing? Why didn't he leave her alone with her husband? And then she drew in her breath with a sobbing gasp when she felt the illicit probing of his finger at her secret anus.
"Aaarrrrrgggghhhhh…" she cried out with sudden vehemence when with brutal strength, Harvey rammed his middle finger forward and inserted the tip into the tightly clenched sphincter. Oblivious to her pain, he continued to burrow it into the rubbery giving passage, forcing it in to the first knuckle. Tears of agony started to Betty's eyes and desperately she tried to wriggle her cruelly sundered ass to dislodge the unwanted intruder but her frantic movements only seemed to encourage the penetrating digit to enter further. For a few second more, Harvey rotated it inside the clinging sheath and then mercifully withdrew it, leaving Betty consumed with relief.
But her relief quickly turned to dread when once more she felt him pulling apart the soft flaccid mounds, his fingers like pinpricks of steel needles in the tender flesh.
"Spread that little ass of yours, baby," he leered lasciviously, "Harvey's comin' right in!"
Oh my God no! Betty thought desperately as he heard his salacious words, and then she felt the insidious nudging of his already fully erect cock against the tiny rubbery opening. Oh God, he couldn't! He just couldn't! she sobbed frantically in silence, trying to pull back from the hard probing.
But she was held immobile by her husband's fucking in front and by Harvey's cruel grip in back. She was powerless.
She closed her eyes in agony as the pressure on her cringing little rectum grew more intense, and then…
"Oh God stop… you're killing me…" she sobbed wildly as all thought was blanked out by the searing sheet of pain which enveloped her. For a moment, she was aware of nothing but that incredible agony and then when it cleared a little, she realized that Harvey had penetrated her anus with his huge penis.
"Oh please stop, Harvey," she pleaded again, "you're splitting me in two!"
But Harvey continued to force hi lust-swollen cock into the futilely resisting rectal passage, splitting the sensitively squirming flesh unbearably, straining the tight little anus beyond belief. The sight of her helplessly pinned body, impaled like a fluttering butterfly at the end of his brutalizing cock, gave Harvey an added impetus of sadistic satisfaction and he surged forward until he had sunk it to the hilt in her tortured back passage. He held it there, tightly encased by her inner membrane, and flexed it slightly, adding to the shivers of pain already clutching at her tormented body. Then he began to withdraw, finding the return journey less arduous as her sorely tried anus began to secrete a slight lubrication.
He began a slow, rhythmic fucking in and out of her gradually loosening rectum, and at last began to fuck in to her in time with her husband's instrokes below. The two driving cocks slammed as one into her twin passages, brushing enticingly against each other through the thin dividing membrane, and as the terrible pain cleared, Betty realized that something else was taking the place of that all pervading sensation.
She was beginning to enjoy it!
She was beginning to get excited by the crude anal fucking that her lover was giving her at the same time as her husband was screwing into her in front. Her body was buffeted like a rag doll between the plunging cocks of the two men, and she began to churn helplessly from the dual sensations. She flexed her desire-ridden cunt forward to receive Doug's deep inward thrust below and then arched her satiny buttocks backward to welcome Harvey's hard, savage stroke behind.
"Oooooohhhhh yessssss…" she moaned as she found herself soaring on the heights of incredible pleasure. She actually loved this double fucking, by her husband and her lover at the same time. She loved having them both drive into her in unison, sinking right to the depths of her helplessly aroused belly, and then withdraw at the same time, leaving her painfully empty for just a moment, before plunging in again.
Betty was filled with a wild, almost dizzy happiness. She was excited as she never was before, but the main thing was that Doug obviously didn't care about Harvey anymore. She was able to respond fully to him, and that was the important thing. She was free to enjoy his body to the full, and anything else was only incidental. This dual fucking she was receiving was symbolic, too, of her new freedom. She was irrevocably changed now. There was no fear that she'd fall back into her old ways after this, and she was glad to leave them behind. A whole new world was opening up to her and she couldn't wait to step into it.
She was jerked back to the present by the realization that Doug was going to cum. His body was flailing like a dervish beneath hers, and his palpitating prick was diving into her greedily clasping cunt with new strength.
"Oh God, I'm there! I'm cumming!" he cried suddenly, and then Betty felt her entire cunt being swept aside by the rush of his orgasmic churning. The first hot spurt of his scalding semen flowed into her wildly dilating cunt, seeping into the squirming recesses and creases. Her hungrily milking pussy sucked voraciously on his hotly ejaculating cock, and she was filled with ecstatic happiness by the knowledge that she was able, for the first time, to really welcome her husband's life-giving offering. Then she knew that Harvey, too, was cumming, and he was mewling incoherently as he battered against her sorely-bruised buttocks. Betty could feel the searing flood of his white, thick fluid as it spurted into her forever stretched rectum, and then, she too, was there.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh… Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" she chanted insanely as her body was tossed and bounced about like a buoy at sea by the united waves of her husband's and her lover's passion. Incredible sensations enveloped her and she felt that her body would never be the same again. Flood after flood of almost unbearable pleasure coursed through her, leaving every nerve ending tingling and unbelievably alive. Her head was gently spinning, and she felt that at any moment she might drift off into a soothing limbo of eternal ecstasy. More hot rivers of sensation washed over her, but she barely felt them as she drifted off into a semi-daze of satiation and security, sandwiched reassuringly between the satisfied bodies of her husband and her lover.
Doug was absolutely contented. Around him, Harvey and Betty were resting lightly, and somehow it all seemed natural that all five of them should be naked and together in the bedroom. As far as Doug was concerned, everything was fine. Betty was proving to be the wife he'd always dreamed she'd be. Of course, he'd been surprised, to say the least, when Harvey had joined in their lovemaking by taking Betty in the ass, but he didn't really mind. Now that things were right between himself and Betty, he didn't really care what happened.
"Doug, darling?"
It was Betty, and she was moving closer to him. There was a look of pure love in her eyes and it thrilled Doug to see her looking at him like that.
"Happy, baby?" he whispered.
"Yes… but…"
"But what, honey?" he questioned solicitously. He hoped that nothing was worrying her; he didn't want this moment to be spoiled. But she seemed almost hesitant about confiding in him.
"I'd… I'd like to… to suck you cock!" she said at last.
"What?" Doug gasped, unable to believe his ears.
"I'd like to suck and kiss your penis," she said more confidently. "I've wanted to for some time now. Wouldn't you like me to kiss and lick it, like I did Harvey's?"
A recollection of how he'd seen her when he first came home this afternoon flashed vividly into his brain and he saw again her ripe, full lips ovalled lasciviously around the other man's thick, blood-heavy shaft.
Yes, yes, he wanted her to suck his cock like she licked and kissed Harvey's prick… He never thought he'd hear those words coming from her lips… but today was a day of complete surprises and it wasn't over yet.
Already her fingers were creeping downward and brushing tantalizingly over the semi-erect expanse of his already stirring penis. A dart of excitement shot through him at her enticing touch, as she stroked and caressed the inert organ into growing hardness.
"Oh God, Betty, your hand feels fabulous on my cock!" he gasped, as he lay back on the floor and stretched out luxuriously. Her deft fondling made the passion blood surge through the awakening shaft and he could feel it rising up from the nest of tangled pubic curls at the base.
Betty stared in lewd fascination at the inflating rod and continued to stroke and manipulate it with ever increasing confidence. She enjoyed seeing it grow to new life under her touch and wondered at the surge of desire springing through.
Then, holding it firmly by the stubby, thick base, she bent down and flicked out with her tongue. She swiped the full length of the upstanding pole with her pink, darting tongue, and was rewarded with a convulsive shudder from Doug, who moaned in abandoned ecstasy. She started to paint the palpitating prick with her warm saliva, running her tongue from the very top of the hard, burgeoning head right down to the root which was buried in the forest of wiry curls. She dropped still lower and coated the churning sac of his balls with her warm juices, and felt them squirm and contract under her tantalizing touch. Then she returned her attention once more to the rapidly expanding shaft. She swirled her tongue around and around the pulsating cock, feeling the blood flowing throbbingly through the veins. Cleverly, she flicked at the sensitive part just under the rubbery head and trailed down the webbed underside, making Doug gasp and moan with mounting pleasure.
Then with deliberate slowness, she enclosed the knobby head between her full, strong lips, taking it completely into her mouth and closing around it like a tight rubber band.
"Oh Christ, Betty, that's it… that's it…" Doug moaned, his hands reaching up and pushing Betty's face further down on his pounding prick. She began to take more and more of her husband's fully erect cock in her mouth, sliding her lips down the throbbing length, until the hard burgeoning head was touching at the back of her throat against her larynx.
Then she began to suck and nibble on the imprisoned rod, titillating it with her whirling tongue, stabbing it with her sharp little teeth while all the time her other hand played provocatively with the writhing sac of his scrotum. She began to move her mouth up and down with increasing tempo, sucking and slavering and licking with obvious hunger on the pounding male hardness imbedded in her mouth.
Doug stared down at her with lust-dimmed eyes. The sight of her, crouched on all fours up between his legs, added to his pleasure. He watched in rapt fascination as her red, curve lips ovalled greedily around the thick girth of his penis and he wondered how she could take it in her mouth without choking. Overpowering tremors of pleasure coursed through him and his hips began a steady churning as he flexed his pistoning cock into her voraciously sucking mouth.
Harvey watched in utter absorption as Betty sucked and licked her husband's cock, and involuntarily drew nearer to get a better view. Betty was proving to be more versatile than he had imagined and he was beginning to feel sorry that she was reconciled with her husband. It appeared to him that now that they had made up, they would no longer look for outside distractions. Still, everything had its good side, and in this case, it was obvious that there was a rapport between himself and Selma, not to mention between Selma and Jean!
Still, he was sorry that Betty no longer found him the chief attraction. She was a real fire-bomb, the kind he really liked, and she was really chewing and sucking on that cock of her husband's, just like she had on his a little while back. But Harvey was also beginning to feel distinctly left out, and that was a sensation that he definitely didn't relish. But he was not to be put off and carefully edged closer to Mrs. Fletcher's enticingly dangling buttocks.
Betty, engrossed in her task, got a start when she felt hands once more running like a little insects over the satiny mounds of her buttocks. She knew that it was Harvey, accustomed as she was to his strong, firm grasp, and wished silently that he'd go away. But her wish was not to be granted and again she felt the insistent probing of his insatiable penis as it nudged at the tender flesh of her still tingling vagina. She couldn't suppress a moan, which muffled around her husband's thrusting cock as Harvey began to guide his lust-swollen cock-head into the moistly receptive orifice of her pussy. And, in a moment, he had inserted it into the velvety opening, his hands holding her firmly in place.
"Aaaaaahhhhh… oooohhhhhh…" she sighed around her husband's hardened shaft of excited flesh. Unconsciously, she thrust back with her buttocks and encouraged Harvey's questing penis to enter her hungrily welcoming belly. He responded eagerly, plowing into her soft, yielding depths with a single, strong stroke.
"… uuuummmmpppphhhh…" she breathed as he hit bottom, the hard rubbery head touching enticingly against the sensitive tip of her cervix.
Without hesitation, Harvey began a slow, rhythmic sawing in and out and Betty found that she was sucking on her husband's hotly palpitating cock in time to Harvey's fucking behind. Betty wondered what Doug was thinking, knowing that Harvey was penetrating her from behind while she was sucking his cock, but she was sure he didn't mind. Anyway, he was in a world of his own, his breathing coming in ragged pants, his whole body tremoring with spasms of convulsive pleasure.
Betty's own body was alive with spine-tingling sensations, and she thrust her quivering ass backwards to welcome Harvey's powerful instrokes. Her breasts were trembling, the nipples hard and erect, and as if aware of her desire, Harvey suddenly brought his hands forward and began to caress and knead the voluptuous flesh, making her mewl with unrestrained pleasure. Her cheeks were convoluted as she sucked desperately on her husband's pulsating shaft, her lips slipping up and down the long, slippery length. Her hand was squeezing convulsively on the churning testicles cradled in her palm, and she could sense the tumultuous seething taking place in their dark cavern.
Her eyes half-closed, she barely noticed that a shape was moving towards Doug, and then, realization drawing, her eyes flew open when she saw what was happening.
Jean was settling herself on her husband's face!
Carefully, she placed the pink, moist furrow of her pussy on Doug's surprised mouth. For a moment, Betty could only stare in surprise, and then she saw, to her amazement, that Doug was flicking out with his tongue, darting it into the velvety softness of the girl's vibrating cunt.
Eagerly, she clamped her thighs on either side of Doug's perspiring face and rimmed his nose and mouth with her flowering vagina. A look of unadulterated pleasure flushed her features and she began to moan and gasp as Doug started to lick and suck at her trembling pussy.
Betty continued to suck her husband's granite-hard penis. It felt like a separate living entity in her mouth, breathtakingly alive and tingling with innumerable sensations. Harvey was panting behind her as he rammed his long, lunging cock into her helplessly aroused pussy, and Betty realized that she was in the middle of an incredible daisy-chain of sucking and fucking. She was sucking her husband's cock while Harvey fucked into her from behind, and at the same time, Doug was licking and slavering at Jean's openly proffered pussy. The thought of how they all must appear, strung out across the floor, four naked bodies moaning and quivering with rapidly rising passion, formed a lewd pornographic picture in Betty's mind and gave her an illicit quiver of pleasure. At one time, she would have thought it was disgusting, immoral, wrong. But now, she didn't care about any of that. They were all enjoying it – that was the main thing.
But there was more to follow. Betty stared, with disbelieving eyes, as Selma, feeling undoubtedly left out, settled herself in front of Jean, and positioning herself with lewdly splayed thighs, afforded the dark-haired girl access to the moistly pulsating cleft of her vagina. Betty just couldn't believe it as she watched Jean's tongue snake out and swipe the blonde's quivering pussy with rapidly increasing sweeps. Selma was obviously tremendously excited already and Betty thought she could see the hardened knob of Selma's clitoris peeping out through the curling tendrils of golden pussy hair.
Now Betty realized she was involved in a quintet of lascivious passion and every pore and nerve in her body was aflame with added pleasure. The obscene chain stretched right across the floor and the room resounded wit moans and wet sluicing sounds of oral lovemaking. Every tongue seemed to dip and dart in precision unison with the tempo set by Harvey's still plunging cock and the shivers of passion reverberated all the way from Harvey to Selma. The level of the sensual tension was rising rapidly and Betty knew that it couldn't last.
It was Harvey who broke it.
With a deep, incoherent moan, he made one last dynamic drive into Betty, and then he was there! Almost immediately, Betty felt the onrush of his seething white fluid as it flowed into her lust-ridden pussy in a foaming cascade, and she knew that she was near to climaxing herself. But Doug was there first. His prick seemed to dive almost uncontrollably to her feverishly working mouth and she felt the welcoming flood of his hot, raining sperm in her mouth. It seemed to fill her to overflowing, but she managed to drink every drop, savoring it completely, thankful for the wonderful opportunity of tasting her husband's sperm. Then she realized, from the violent shaking of her husband's body that Selma and Jean were cumming, too. They were all reaching an orgasm together!
And after that, everything went blank. She remembered feeling the first spasms of excruciating pleasure, recalled the convulsive shudders that shook her frame, but it seemed to all overpower her to the extent that her head began to spin round and round and she finally sank into a satiated, blissful oblivion.