Eva gave birth to twin boys. They were fine strapping boys and she was very proud. She had gotten very big her last month, and went nowhere until her trip to the hospital.
It felt wonderful to be slim again. She did her exercises regularly, and after six weeks her figure was, if anything, better than before. John was still sleeping in the spare bedroom, though, telling her that the twins would keep him awake, and he needed his sleep since he couldn't sleep all day like she did. Her need for sex was growing by the day, but she told herself that John would return to her bed when the six weeks were up and it would worth the wait. It was good for her will power too, to deny herself; Lord knows she never had before. She was a wife and mother now and had to start acting like one.
During the past few weeks, she had done a great deal of thinking and felt more grown up and sophisticated, and for the first time realized her wealth and position, the responsibilities of being Mrs. John Richardson. She was sure her sexual needs were too well ingrained to change completely, but she simply had to be more discreet, and she could certainly afford to be more selective. God, she could have ruined everything with her reckless promiscuity.
And she had the twins to think about, too. It gave her a tremendous thrill to nurse them, one on each tit. Perhaps that's why she had two, a titty for each. It was so exciting that sometimes she would even play with herself a little while they sucked. Her Richardson boys, she called them. Their grandpa puffed up with pride, pointing out their many Richardson features, which, in reality, were nonexistent. He already had them enrolled for the class of '95 at Harvard. Eva's bubble burst when her sister-in-law came over to see the twins and made a point to mention that John had been seeing some buxom widow, a Mrs. DeWinter, she thought. Nina was wrong, Eva decided. She had to be. It was the last day of her six weeks and she had a big evening planned, candlelight dinner, champagne, the whole bit. Nothing could spoil that.
Eva was wrong again. When John came home, he told her not to bother with dinner. He was going out.
"Going out? Where?" Eva shrieked.
"It's on business," he said, and turned away.
"Don't turn your back on me, you bastard. I want to know where the fuck you're going."
John turned back, his face ashen. "Eva, my God!"
"Don't pull any pious shit on me, John Richardson, I know about you and that pig Roxanne DeWinter."
"Where did you get an idea like that?"
"From your own sweet sister. You know, the one that's queer for girls, Nina the lesbian."
John sat down in a chair, his hands shaking. He was a beaten man, a quivering mass of jelly. "I can explain," he said weakly.
"You'd better, mister, and damn fast. Is that why you haven't fucked me in seven months?"
"No, no, truly that isn't it at all. When you got pregnant I was turned off. I think I was afraid you'd do like my sister did, and I couldn't stand that. And I felt guilty over the way I treated you on our wedding night and the suspicions I had of your purity and over the way you were drinking." He hung his head. "And I admit to having sex with Roxanne DeWinter on our honeymoon. Why? I don't know. Do you forgive me?"
"Of course I forgive you." Eva said, seeing him for the weak man he was.
"I didn't want to get you pregnant in the first place."
Eva almost laughed. There's very little chance that you did, she thought.
"I was so relieved when you didn't run wild like Nina did." John said.
Eva studied her husband. Why, the dumb bastard had no inclination whatsoever that she had been fucking anything in pants. "I wouldn't do a thing like that, darling," she said sweetly. "I'm your wife. I love you. Fidelity is important. Now you just relax while I finish dinner."
"I have to go out." John said, getting to his feet.
"Then I'm going with you."
"You can't."
"The fuck I can't. I'm your wife and I'm going."
"All right, I'll confess. I'm going to Roxanne's to play bridge."
"I already suspected where you were going, and I'm going anyway."
"We'll be playing bridge and nothing else. You can't play bridge. You'll be bored to death. I'll come home early, I promise." John said.
"You're damn right you'll do nothing but play bridge, because I'll be there to watch you. I'm going along and that is that."
Later, Roxanne DeWinter was shocked to see Eva. "What a pleasant surprise to see you, Eva. My, you look stunning. I invited exactly enough for three tables, but I can…"
"Don't bother, I'll read a book. I don't play bridge, anyway." Eva snapped, brushing by her hostess.
She was more buxom than Eva had remembered, and really quite beautiful. Eva shivered with jealousy, feeling quite inadequate. She wondered, too, how much bridge they had planned on playing since everyone seemed half-drunk already.
There were six women, counting Eva, and six men; very convenient. The men all leered hungrily at Eva and fell over themselves to meet her. "Go ahead and play your stupid card game. I'll find something to do." Eva said.
"The library is in the next room, Eva dear. I'm sure you can find something to read." Roxanne said.
"Could I have a drink first? I need it."
"Of course. Would you care for a martini?"
"I'd rather have Scotch."
"There's Scotch in the library." Roxanne said.
John watched Eva turn and stomp from the room. "How can we play bridge with so much drinking going on?" John said.
Roxanne took his arm. "We'll manage, somehow," she said.
Roxanne was beginning to wonder about John. They had been playing regularly for two months now and he hadn't made a single pass. All he did was play bridge. She had planned to do more tonight, much more, and the stupid jerk brings his wife.
"Have a drink, John, loosen up a bit, and then we'll get started," she said.
Eva found the Scotch and started drinking. She tried several books, but couldn't find one that interested her and finally went to peek into the other room. "Shit!" she said, "They're actually playing bridge. Nothing but a bunch of stupid drunks playing bridge." Eva was angry. She had hoped to catch her husband in an orgy, but he was playing bridge. It was very disappointing.
Eva sat and drank until she was tight. It had been over two months since she had been drunk and it felt quite good. It made her feel horny, too. She wanted John. She was about to go in and get him when the door opened and a boy came into the room. He was tall and slim, though well muscled, and he was beautiful. He couldn't have been over seventeen.
"Oh," he said shyly, "I didn't know there was anyone in here."
"It's okay. I'm just waiting for my husband. He's in the next room playing bridge."
"You must be Mrs. Richardson. I've heard about you. I'm Ronny, you know, Roxy's wild son."
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Richardson, and I'll just bet you've heard about me. Come on in. I won't bite, and call me Eva."
Ronny entered the room. He seemed to hang back, and was just a tiny bit unsteady on his feet.
"Gosh, you're beautiful, Eva," he said.
"Thanks, Ronny. Come over here and sit down. I need company, too."
Ronny sat beside Eva. His face was flushed and he hiccuped, his face growing redder. "What's that you're drinking?" he said.
"Scotch. Want some?"
"Sure, but I have to confess that I've already had some."
"I suspected as much." Eva said, wanting to giggle.
She took the half-filled decanter from the end table and filled her glass to the brim. "I'll drink from this side and you drink from the other. I only have one glass," she said, putting the glass to her lips. And then she giggled, dribbling Scotch on the front of her sweater.
Ronny took the glass and took a big swallow.
"I'm a little drunk," he said, giggling with her.
"Not too drunk, I hope."
"Too drunk for what?"
"Oh, for nothing… or for anything." She took the glass back and gave him a knowing grin. "How is the hot bridge game in the next room?"
"They didn't even notice me come in. I'd say they are playing a little bridge, but mostly they're fucking…" His face reddened again. "I'm sorry… fooling around."
"That's okay. Fucking is a good word; I like it." She looked at him coyly. "The word, I mean."
"You're cool, Eva. I like you."
"I like you, too, Ronny," she said and took another drink. "Where have you been all evening? I wish you had been here."
"I wish I had, too, but I was out on a date. It was a washout."
"Oh, you didn't get any, huh?"
Ronny looked intently at Eva, wanting to tell her about it, but not sure he should. "No, but I thought I would from what the guys had told me. She turned out to be a tease. Want to hear about it?"
"Certainly." Eva said.
"Well," he said, taking the glass from her hand for a little more courage, "the guys that had been out with her said she was easy, but now I wonder. Maybe it was just me, used the wrong approach or something. She's a real sexpot to look at, big boobs and all that."
"Bigger than mine?" Eva said.
"I doubt it. Yours look pretty big."
Eva took his free hand and placed it on one of her tits. "What do you think?" she said.
"Yours are bigger," he quickly answered.
"You really can't be sure this way. My sweater is pretty bulky," she said, sliding closer to him. She took his hand and slid it up under her sweater. Her nipple was already standing firm. "Now you can judge better."
"Gosh, Eva, you win by a mile!"
"Good. Now play with my nipple and keep it hard. The sweater only does it half-way. And tell me about your date."
Ronny let his fingers play her nipples to hardness before he continued. They rose up until they were like little steel marbles, the syrupy milk oozing onto his finger tips. Eva moaned inside, the delicious feeling crawling down her spine to her juice-seeping cuntlips.
"Well, we went to this school play and started nipping from my flask. We nipped until it was empty. Good thing I had a pint in the car because that girl absorbs Scotch. Anyway, by the time the play was over, she was half-looped and I thought I had it made. We had hamburgers at a drive-in and then went and parked and guzzled some more Scotch."
"We necked up a storm and she let me under her blouse. She let me take off her bra and then she put her hand on my… on my prick."
"Like this?" Eva asked, laying her hand on the bulge in his pants.
"Yeah," Ronny said excitedly, "only I think I'm lot harder now than I was then."
"I hope so." Eva said. "Go on, honey."
"I played with her luscious tits and she really turned on… I thought. She pulled my zipper down and pulled it out. Boy, her hand felt good."
Eva worked Ronny's zipper down and extracted his cock. It was a beauty, easily over six inches, so sleek and smooth, and so very hard, the veins standing out all rigid. The circumcised head was shiny with clear ooze that dribbled out and spread like a clear lacquer. She started slowly jerking him.
"Oh, God, Eva, that's good," he gasped.
"Go on, tell me more," she urged.
"I was sure I had it made and slid my hand under her skirt. She seemed to tense a little, but didn't stop me. It took some more Scotch and some more deep kissing, but I finally got her pants off. Her hair was soft and fuzzy and she was all wet down there and I just couldn't control myself. I lifted up her dress and slammed my face into her crotch. She started screaming and yelling and calling me a pervert. Boy, that dumb broad really has some hang-ups."
"She sure does." Eva agreed, her hand still working on Ronny's cock. "Where did you learn to go down on a girl?"
Ronny was really loose now, relaxed and hot, and confident. "Roxy taught me," he said.
"Your own mother?" Eva said with disbelief.
"Yeah, she really likes it."
Eva pressed her mouth to Ronny's. His long tongue slid wetly into her mouth. "I can believe it," she said when they broke.
"Oh, Eva, I really wanted to fuck that girl, but she wouldn't let me. She finally calmed down and said she would jack me off, but she wouldn't let me fuck her."
"I'll let you fuck me, Ronny." Eva said.
Eva's good resolutions had flown out the window. She wanted this beautiful boy, wanted his beautiful hard prick, in her mouth, in her cunt, maybe even in her ass. John could flat go to hell with his stingy little prick. Ronny's was bigger, anyway.
She quickly took him in her mouth. Ronny gasped. The feel of a cock in her mouth again was marvelous. The clear stuff was salty, making her want more, as her tongue searched the crevice under his fat knob and then slid down the stem to feel the thick veins. She took it all the way in, almost gagging, and then pulled free.
"I want you to come in my mouth, Ronny. I want to eat everything you've got to give," she said, her mouth going back over his glans.
Her reward came very quickly. The boy stiffened as hot, chalky goo squirted into her mouth. She swallowed, only to be rewarded by another thick jet. She couldn't remember anyone ever coming so much. It had a smoky taste, and it left a burning sensation all the way down.
She got to her feet. Her hand went to the zipper on the side of her skirt and it floated to the floor in a heap at her feet. She wore no panties, and save for her sweater, was naked.
"Go sit in that chair over there," she said.
Ronny got slowly to his feet, his cock still surprisingly half-hard. He went and sat heavily in the chair. Eva straddled him and lowered onto his half-hard prick. Reaching down, she gripped it in an upright position, and pushed his cock into her weeping pussy.
"Make it hard again. Fuck me and make me come, darling," she crooned into his ear. His prick straightened and swelled inside her cunt, and she started bobbing. Her mouth went to his. She madly kissed the boy while she fucked him.
Eva had a quick orgasm, the pleasure sending tremors up her spine. She hadn't forgotten how good it felt to come on a stiff cock, yet she realized how she had missed it, and how over two months was too damn long to go without it. She came again, shivering with ecstasy.
"Get down on the floor and let me finish you from behind." Ronny said. He particularly like it doggy-fashion.
Eva raised up and fell to her knees, the idea thrilling. "Yes, yes, finish in my asshole!" she gurgled.
It wasn't what Ronny had meant, but he liked the idea very much. He had taken his mother's asshole a number of times, and he liked it. It was so tight, so fucking tight.
He came up behind her, his prick was stiff and wet and slimy. He spread her soft cheeks wide, exposing the tiny, tightly puckered hole. His first thrust made Eva cry, but he pushed again and his glans spread the hole and popped inside. He pushed again, his cock jamming deeper into her ass.
Eva moaned with pain. It hurt like hell, but felt good, too, and her ass opened to take him. And then he was in deep and started fucking, and the pain turned to pure bliss. She started coming and coming, and coming, and coming, her ass bobbing backwards to take each thrust with violent fury.
So young, yet so expert, Eva thought. He was draped over her bouncing ass, his hands busy at her distended nipples. If only he had a finger left over to push up into her pussy, he would be the perfect lover.
"Keep it up, Ronny! I don't think I'll ever stop coming!" she cried loudly.
In the next room, the bridge game had degenerated to mostly horseplay. Only John's table was still playing, and everyone except John and was well stewed, and he was feeling pretty good himself. One couple had already slipped away in search of a bedroom, and most of the others were kissing and playing around. It had started as footsie under the tables, but that period was past; it was time to quit playing games.
Roxanne started to play a card and then threw them all on the table.
"Shit, I don't want to play bridge, and neither does anyone else. Let's go and see if your stupid wife has passed out yet. I want you in bed, John."
John let her pull him to his feet, his mouth open with shock. He knew they were leading up to this, and that it would eventually happen even if he didn't really want it. He followed her dumbly to the library door, noticing that one of the ladies was on the floor under a card table sucking her partner's cock, or was it her partner? At any rate, it strangely excited him.
Roxanne opened the door. "Oh look, John," she said softly.
"My God!" was all that John could say. He started to rush into the room, but Roxanne blocked his way.
"Let them be, John," she said.
"But that's my wife, and your son is fucking her… in the ass!"
"Yes, isn't it beautiful?" She had one arm around his waist, and one hand against his fly. He was hard. "Let's watch them fuck, it makes me feel so hot."
John stood stupidly watching, his mouth hanging open, while Roxanne pulled his cock from the front of his pants. "You watch Ronny fuck Eva and I'll suck your cock," she said, sinking to her knees in front of him. John felt her mouth surround his prick and started pushing in and out. Others had come from the bridge room and were watching the carnal display.
"Keep it up, Ronny, I don't think I'll ever stop coming!" John heard Eva cry and started spurting into Roxanne's mouth. She milked him and swallowed, and then milked him some more.
Roxanne looked up at John. "You naughty man, you made me swallow all that nasty stuff, now you won't be able to fuck me."
"Yes I will." John bellowed.
"When?"
"Right now, and right here on the floor where Eva can watch."
Roxanne started stripping. "Take your clothes off!" she snapped, "and fuck me right here in front of Eva!"
John looked at Eva. She was now flat on her stomach, Ronny on top of her, a long string of jizz coating her outstretched thigh. By the time he had his shirt off, Roxanne was naked on the floor in front of him.
A man stepped through the door, his heavy prick sticking from the front of his trousers. "You need some of this, Roxy," he said. He had wanted to fuck her for a long time.
"John first." Roxy said. "Then I'll have some of that, a lot of that."
John settled down between her open thighs. Her cuntlips were open to receive him and he went right in. He started fucking, but kept his eyes on his young wife. Ronny had gotten off and was sitting on the couch, still dressed, with his limp prick still exposed. A woman, Mrs. Norton, he thought her name was, went over and sat by Ronny. Her hand wrapped around his wet prick and she kissed the young boy on the mouth.
Then he saw the man with the big cock walk over to where Eva lay and take off his pants. His prick was very large. He rolled Eva over and lay down on top of her. He couldn't hear what they said, but her legs came up around his hips as he buried his cock inside her cunt. She groaned loudly like she was really enjoying it. She couldn't be enjoying it that much, John thought, his own cock lost inside the big, hairy cunt of Roxanne DeWinter. A fishbowl would be tighter, he decided. He knew he'd never make it again this way and got up.
"John, what…" she cried.
"Shit, Roxy, your mouth is tighter. You need a club to fill that thing, and a club I ain't got."
He walked over to where the man with the big cock was fucking his wife. Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at him. "It feels so good to be fucking again," she said.
He sat down and watched the man with the big cock fuck his wife. He was sure that she didn't even see him. He saw emotions mirrored on her face that he had never suspected, conflicting emotions. He saw the grimace of pain followed quickly by pleasure, probably derived from the pain. He saw greed and lust and animal desire, but he also saw love and compassion and goodness. Boy, this was some broad he had married.
He thought that he should be terribly angry, but his lawyer's mind reminded him that it was probably his own fault. Her words came back, 'It feels so good to be fucking again', and he knew it was his own fault. He had neglected her.
He concentrated on Eva, who was now in the throes of another orgasm. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I love men, I love cock, I love to be fucked!"
John winced and looked around the room. Mrs. Norton was on her stomach on the couch, her face buried in Ronny's lap. He suspected from the look on the boy's face that he was about to come in her mouth. Roxy was still lying on the floor, only now she had another man on top of her. The man was in to the core and fucking like a stallion.
While John watched the action, the man with the big cock ejaculated into Eva and got to his feet. He stood with his cock dripping. Eva sat up, watched the big prick in front of her leak its cum onto the carpet, and then got to her feet. She picked up her skirt.
"We have to go now, John," she said, "and pick up the boys at your mother's. It's their feeding time."
She stuffed John's flaccid cock into his pants and zipped him up. They left the house and walked to the car.
"Nothing like tonight has happened before." John explained after they had gotten into the car, wondering why he was explaining his actions instead of demanding an explanation of hers. "I haven't had relations with Roxanne since our honeymoon. We've done nothing but play bridge the few times we've been together."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Of course." John said.
"I won't have you out cheating on me."
"What?" John cried. He felt like exploding. "What in the hell about you? Roxy's kid, that other guy?"
"That's your fault. You totally ignored me before the boys were born. And you totally ignored me after they were born, even tonight when I had planned on a big evening with just you and me. I'll lay it on the line, John, if you won't fuck me, someone else will."
Eva pulled up her sweater, revealing her fat, smooth tits. She pulled his face down to a protruding nipple. "You're just like one of my babies," she said. "Suck it, John."
John sucked and his mouth filled with sweet milk. While he sucked, Eva opened his trousers and took out his prick. She soon had it hard in her hand. "Suck me while I play with your cock," she said.
She had him rigid, the thrills racing through her body, her hand steadily masturbating him. She stopped when he was about to come, letting him cool down before resuming. Once she went too long and had to squeeze it off by pinching down hard at the base of his shaft. When she let up, jizz dribbled from the end of his prick.
"You'd better stop now and drive, John. Your boys are probably getting hungry," she said.
John reluctantly slid under the wheel and started the car. When they were out in the street moving, she slid down in the seat and ducked her head under the wheel, her tongue licking the cum from his cock.
"Are you going to be a better husband and keep Mamma satisfied at home?" she asked before she closed her mouth over his cock.
"I'll do my best," he moaned.
Eva sucked hungrily on her husband's throbbing prick. She thought of Ronny's cock, so sweet and clean, so perfect for sucking, and suspected that his best probably wouldn't quite make it. It would be close, but not quite.
John pulled into the circular driveway and stopped the car just as his load splattered into Eva's mouth. She swallowed his nectar and sucked for another gob, hoping his best would somehow be good enough.