Medoc Circle is a street like many others in the better class suburbs of Southern California, and, if any street could be called typical of the affluent middle class America, the little cul-de-sac would qualify.
The clean split-level homes and their well-manicured lawns reflected the personality of the clean and well-manicured people who lived within them.
The Stanleys, Joan and John, lived at 1503 Medoc Circle. Next door at 1505 were Bill and Laurie Kent.
Like the furnishings in their houses, the two couples differed. At twenty-seven, Joan Stanley was a breathtakingly sensual platinum blonde whose tall svelte figure turned the heads of men and woman alike. John, her ruggedly handsome husband had a wild thatch of straw-colored hair and a dark tan which reflected his days spent at the harbor as a yacht broker. They were, as practically everyone would testify, happily
married and well adjusted emotionally, sexually and all other ways of importance.
In contrast to Joan’s stunning blondness, Laurie Kent was a petite twenty two year old redhead with green eyes, a pert turned-up nose that was bridged by a rainbow of freckles and a sweetheart face. The vivacious little redhead, in turn, presented a wild contrast to her staid twenty-five year old husband Bill who was -much to her dismay – almost the perfect specimen of the no-nonsense public accountant.
Like many other jobless, childless wives, the two young women spent a lot of time together while their husbands worked. Actually, they could be found at least once a day sitting by the Stanley’s swimming pool smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee and exchanging gossip.
Today was starting out to be pretty typical. In the last half hour the two bored young wives had sat by the pool, the sun streaming down on their lushly ripened, bikini-clad bodies, sipping the black coffee that Joan had brewed for them.
Laurie glanced over toward the blonde languidly lying on her stomach. A thin moustache of perspiration was on Joan’s upper but it was the heavy-lidded expression that drew the younger girl’s attention. She correctly interpreted the look as one of sexual satiation, and she couldn’t resist feeling a sudden pang of envy. Joan had admitted that she and John generally had sex every morning before he went to work… and again at night.
Laurie sighed wistfully and put her thoughts into words, “Honestly, Joan; sometimes I wonder why the hell I ever married Bill. He’s such a drag sometimes. There’d be more excitement with a… a cigar store Indian!”
“Laurie! You shouldn’t say that about your husband.” Joan’s eyes flew open, an expression of her shock at the younger girl’s statement.
“You can say that, but you have a sexy man like John for your husband,” Laurie said, pouting, then added defiantly. “You just can’t imagine what a lousy lay my husband is.”
The blonde lifted one eyebrow. She wasn’t surprised. Not really. Bill was handsome enough, but he seemed so damned proper at times. “That’s too bad, honey,” she answered thoughtfully. “because that’s one of the most important ingredients for a happy marriage.”
Laurie turned over and sat up; her arms wrapped around her knees, “Joan, how do you teach a man to be sexually liberated?” She paused and shrugged, “God knows I’ve tried to liberate him, but he has such old-fashioned ideas about sex.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. John and I have always considered ourselves well adjusted when it comes to love-making.”
“So have I, and I thought Bill was too… until after we were married,” she sighed, looking close to tears. “I guess I screwed it up then. On our wedding night I wanted oral sex. Now he thinks I’m perverted.”
“Laurie, the secret of a happy sex life is doing only the things that make you feel good. If you’re forced into an act that disgusts you, it’s not ‘liberation’…”
“Hell, but what am I supposed to do?” the angry redhead retorted. “Frankly, I like oral sex. I like sex… period! And anything new I might learn to do, but I never get to do anything like that. It’s always the old missionary position, barn-barn, thank you ma’am, for Bill.”
“That really must be awful for you,” Joan said, staring toward the still water of the pool. “We do everything, John and I,” and then added for emphasis, “everything.” She smiled as she thought of her husband and what he had done for her only a couple of hours before. And then, she sighed and said, “You know it’s a strange thing, Laurie, if sex is good between a husband and wife, it’s only ten percent of a marriage, but, if it’s bad, it’s ninety percent.”
“You can sure say that again,” the petite redhead said disgustedly, as she wiped the perspiration from her face and took another sip of coffee. After a moment, she, too, stared toward the blue water of the pool. “I don’t see how I can go on like this, but Bill would kill me if I fucked around.”
Inside the house the shrill peal of the telephone interrupted the chatting wives. Joan quickly got up and padded toward the cool interior. “I’ll be right back.”
“Hey,” Laurie yelled after her retreating figure, “it’s too hot for any more coffee. Got something cold?”
“How about a vodka and tonic?”
“Sounds great.” Laurie sat by the pool, bitterness contorting her usually pleasant face as she thought, Why the hell am I so unlucky? Why can’t I be like Joan and have everything? She’s damned good looking, but so am I, for all the good it does. I’m bored and unhappy with Bill. I don’t know what the hell to do. If I didn’t have Joan to talk to, I’d go completely mad. It’s bad enough now, having to use a fucking vibrator to get my kicks. It’s better than nothing, but I sure would like to feel a man’s nice hard…
She heard the screen door creak open and slowly shut, and turned to see Joan coming toward her with a tray balanced on one hand. “Oh God, that looks good,” she sighed. “It always makes things look a little brighter when I’m laced with booze.” She paused, cocked her head to one side, then asked, “Boyfriend?”
Joan grinned, “No such luck, that was my Aunt Sara on the phone. She’s coming to visit us.” Joan smiled, remembering Sara, her aunt by marriage. She was a sensually alluring brunette and widowed two years ago. She had been a glamorous, free and easy woman ever since, traveling
all over the world in search of something new and different.
“Won’t her being here cramp your style?” Laurie questioned impishly, “Like… ah… no more fun and games on the front room floor…”
“Sara’s as sexually liberated as we are. Even moreso, if what she writes me is true.”
“That’s impossible. I don’t believe it.”
“You should hear her talk,” the attractive blonde wife laughed. “My uncle left her very wealthy, and, evidently, she has one young stud after the other to keep her company.”
“Lucky woman!” the young redheaded girl said, her voice envious.
“She’s thirty seven years old, and she doesn’t have a single male friend that’s over twenty-five… so she tells me.”
“God! That’s not fair! Here I am only twenty-three, and all I’ve got is a bank auditor who acts like he’s a hundred.” Laurie gulped her drink and became more depressed than ever from Joan’s conversation.
“I’m truly sorry, Laurie,” Joan frowned in sympathy. Try to be gentle with Bill, and you might be able to help him overcome his hangups.” Hell, it was pompous to talk like this, but what else was there to say?
“I’m going home,” Laurie said, emptying her vodka-tonic with one gulp and standing up. “All I’m doing is depressing you today. Besides, it’s almost time for Bill to come home for lunch! Yeck!”
“You’re not bothering me… I just wish there was something I could do.”
“I have to go anyway. Bill wants me to go with him to look for a new car.” The little redhead was halfway to the gate when she turned and continued, “Don’t worry about me. I’m in a hopeless situation, and, if I continue to put up with it, then I must be a masochist.”
“See you later,” the blonde girl called lightly as her neighbor’s petite little figure disappeared through the gate.
Joan sat for a long time staring into the water and sipping her drink, It was refreshing and it lifted her spirits after hearing a repeat performance of Laurie’s problems. It was all her next door neighbor could talk about. Oh God, how lucky I am to have John, she thought. Anything goes
with him, and he’s so experienced, our sex life never gets dull.
Joan glanced at her watch and realized it was time to start getting ready for John’s arrival. Once inside the house, she saw the telephone, and her thoughts inevitably turned back to Aunt Sara. Joan had only yesterday received a card from Hawaii, saying that she was having a marvelous time with a Kanaka beach boy who was the greatest lover on the island of Oahu. Now, the attractive widow was in San Francisco and was coming down to Newport Beach to visit with her favorite niece. Sara had told Joan to be prepared for a swinging good time while she was visiting, since she liked plenty of night life.
Joan had just finished her makeup and was in the middle of combing out her long blonde hair when she heard her husband opening the front door. He was early today, she thought, as she hurried to put on a dressing gown over her naked body. She had just stepped into the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom when John came from the hallway.
“Hi sweets,” he whispered, taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately.
“Hey, you’re home early, darling,” she gasped, as he removed his lips and lowered them to the unbuttoned top of her robe, nuzzling under the fabric until he found the already erect little nipple of her right breast.
“Uhhhhh-huh,” he mumbled, then began nipping, eliciting moans of desire from his blonde wife’s lust-constricted throat.
“John… darling… you are a horny devil.” She felt wonderfully limp as he continued to suck at first one and then the other of her ripely upthrust breasts.
“You bet… that’s why I came home early,” he said as he removed his mouth from her wetly glistening nipple and reached for the belt to her dressing gown. He untied it and the gown fell open to reveal long lithe legs coming up to full firm thighs which fused into the sparsely curling blonde triangle covering her vaginal mound. “I was sitting at my desk, and, suddenly, I got a hard-on, just thinking about you.”
John lowered his right hand to her pussy hair and gently caressed the silken strands between her legs.
“Darling, she whispered, as she kissed the top of his head, while he dropped his mouth to her desire-tautened breasts again. As John sucked and tweaked at her tingling little nipples, he used the outstretched middle finger of his right hand to part her already moistened cuntal lips, then began sliding it up and down her pulsating vaginal slit.
“Ooooohhhh… aaagggghhh… darling, let’s go to bed… “ Joan, gasped hoarsely, her weakened knees almost collapsing beneath her.
“In a minute.,” he mumbled over the softly resilient flesh of her breasts. “I want to turn you on first.”
“I… you have… darling…oh shit…” she moaned, as he spread her legs wide and pushed down on her hips until she was in a half-squat, giving him deeper access to her wetly steaming vagina. Her mind was reeling with overwhelming desire while her hips ground in little circles of lust.
“Darling… I’m going to fall if you don’t take me to bed… I can’t stand it… “ her words cut off by a low moan as he dropped lower and stuck his tongue in her navel, grinding it rapidly around inside.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked teasingly.
‘‘Fuck me, baby… fuck me…now…”
“Just fuck you… that’s all?” He grinned up at her as he tantalizingly slid his open mouth back up from her tingling belly-button to the hardened nipple of her left breast.
“Yes… fuck… fuck… fuck…” she whimpered, her mind a seething cauldron of fire. Lord, how quickly he had aroused her! Maybe all that talk this afternoon to Laurie had started her vaginal kettle simmering in advance!
Slowly, John lifted his lusting wife in his arms and carried her across the room to the bed. He put her on the edge of the bed, and took the disarrayed gown from her arms where he dropped it to the floor. Sitting down, he took off his shoes and socks first, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his pants, and was soon standing naked beside her and stroking his long thick cock to an even greater hardness.
In fascination, Joan stared at her handsome husband as he manipulated his massive penis… “Fuck me, darling…” she urged.
“Well, if you’re really sure,” John smiled.
And then, the young husband slid over on top of his lovely blonde wife and planted his legs between her open thighs. Immediately Joan lifted her hips to rub her soft blonde-fringed pussy lips against the hot swollen head of his throbbing cock. It was almost as though someone, wearing soft furry gloves, had gently stroked his erection. He placed his lips on her wetly open mouth and kissed her again, running his swishing tongue between her teeth and feeling her suck eagerly on it as she writhed in naked abandonment beneath him. His penis was throbbing painfully as he felt the slick vaginal secretions of readiness covering her fevered cuntal lips and wetting his sensitive flesh.
The thought of having his long thick hardness deep inside her, knowing that would transpire when he began skewering into her tight little cunt brought a hot impatience to his loins. Pressing slowly forward, his pulsating cock had nudged into her moistly heated vaginal opening, bringing a low cry of delight from her desire-tautened lips.
Joan’s pelvis moved anxiously up to meet him. She was breathing so heavily now that each escaping breath was almost a moan of lust. “Oh God, honey, put it in. Don’t play with meeee!”
John acted as if he hadn’t heard her and continued to move his swollen cock-tip up and down the open wet slit between her thighs, using his fleshy erection to part her sparse pussy hair, trying to get as much of her warm moisture as he could. Then, unable to stand the torment himself any longer, he pushed forward and felt her velvety cunt lips flutter apart and then close over the sensitive head of his penis, felt the little tremors of her vaginal muscles, which showed her intense desire, and, then, he felt the tight clasping pressure as he burrowed deeper into her warmly pulsating inner flesh.
“Ummmmm,” she purred, low in her throat, the overpowering sensations flooding in her trembling loins.
Slowly, the excited husband withdrew his desire-thickened penis almost all the way out, and, hearing her low groan of disappointment, he smiled down at her lust-twisted face, and slowly – ever so slowly – thrust forward again, his long hard cock returning to the hot rippling depths of her cunt as his rigid shaft of flesh slid deeper. He was rewarded with a low moan of happiness and felt her hungry lunge upward. He could feel her long trembling legs wrapping eagerly around his back, could feel her fingers gently digging into his back and shoulders, could feel her heels pressing apart his naked buttocks. Later, he knew when she really got wound up, she’d use her heels like spurs to drive him on to deeper penetration.
“Oh God,” Joan whispered, her eyes still closed and breathing hoarsely through her mouth. “Your penis feels so… so beautiful!”
“You, too, baby. Your cunt’s the greatest,” he said through gritted teeth. Wow, John could feel her deeper vaginal muscles going to work, squeezing and milking his painfully throbbing cock. The excitement really was almost more than he could handle when he made love to his wife, no matter whether it was oral love or fucking… always the same… so good that he had to use every bit of self-control to keep from. cumming at once.
He pulled his lust-hardened penis midway out, then stopped and stared down at his beautiful wife’s fluttering eyelids. Then, he rammed forward, thrusting it back in all the way, slamming up between her legs to the very sensitive tip of her womb with body-jolting force.
“Oh yes… yesssss… darling,” she moaned, “That’s it, like that! Fuck me… fuck me…”
John grinned at her use of the obscenity. In the beginning of their marriage, she wouldn’t use anything more vulgar than damn, but, when he’d told her he liked to hear her spewing out lewd phrases while he made love to her, she caught on in a hurry. At first, she said it quietly, seeming to cringe at each word, but that didn’t last long. Soon she was talking like a street whore in bed, and, what was even better, acting like one too.
Goaded on by her words, John began fucking up into her hungry little cunt faster and faster, forcing his long pulsating rigidity to go in even deeper up inside her rippling belly than before. At the same time, the naked young husband lifted her lewdly squirming buttocks up higher off the bed, thus allowing his sperm-bloated testicles to slain into the dampened crevice between her writhing ass-cheeks.
This woman was a special one in bed… and she was his wife, who really knew how to keep a man happy. It always pleased him to hear her low groans, her mewlings of lust, and her undisguised delight as he rammed up into her ecstatically clasping pussy with everything he had. It gave him a real sense of power, one that added to his strength, to the knowledge that this sensually ripened blonde was satisfied with him. Now, using an age-old rhythm, his hips moved up and down, and his penis pistoned in and out with strokes that shook her naked young body as his huge blood-inflated cock drilled inexorably into her hungeringly upturned pussy.
Joan continued to moan almost mindlessly in an unending series of rasps of delight under the relentless assault of his lust-bloated cock-shaft. Her groans were echoed by his own as she used her right hand to lovingly and gently massage his cum-filled balls… urging them on to even greater heights of glory.
“Ahhhh… ooohhhh… that’s beautiful darling… so good…” she crooned, her lust-contorted face dripping with perspiration.
John could hear her rasping breath, and could feel her nakedly quivering beneath him as her legs opened and closed continuously around his hips. An unforgettable ecstasy blossomed as the velvety sheath of her wetly heated vagina slid back and forth over the entire sensitive length of his hard-driving cock. Each time he fucked this wildly passionate woman, he was sure it was the best he’d ever had.
“Oh shit, baby… your cunt’s so tight… so warm and good…” John gasped.
Then, abruptly, he realized that things had begun to change with her. He felt her tightly clasping pussy begin to flow with hot moisture, and tiny little fingers of fire began a tantalizing massage of his lust-agitated cock-head. Close to climax, Joan’s breath had become even more shallow and uneven now, and she had both hands working at his back again… cupping his hard-tensed buttocks and forcing him deeper and deeper up into her wildly writhing belly.
“Darling… honey… I’m cumming I’m… ccccuuuu-uuummminnngg,” she wailed loudly, tossing her head back against the pillow and lurching upward with her pelvis with a strength that almost pushed him back off the bed. Then she simply exploded around him in a cataclysm of guttural gurgling sounds, uninhibited motion and violent abandon as she came.
Her legs locked around him like flesh-colored steel girders, forcing him in and out of her convulsively squeezing pussy, and her strength was such that he was almost incapable of moving contrary to her wishes. Insanely, she pumped her sweat-streaked naked body up and down on his long rigid penis as she came, then came again, pouring out her passionate release… again… her movements so wild that John couldn’t hold back his climax any longer.
He felt a sudden buildup in his sperm-swarming testicles, felt his throbbing cock-head suddenly growing like a mushroom, then the inexorable tingling and spasms began deep in his balls. “Oh shit…” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, baby. Here it cums… I’ll give it to you now… all for you…”
‘‘Yes… darling… cum… in me… cum in me… cum…”
she chanted, her voice trailing off into incoherent words as she orgasmed once more when his hot liquid release spurted against the wildly sucking mouth of her womb and flooded her vaginal passage with his thick lust-heated cum.
It filled her belly and then flowed like a lewd white stream of lava down past the still-pumping crevice of her buttocks to drip onto the satin coverlet. Her deeper vaginal muscles continued to swell and contract in violent rhythm around the sensitive head of his penis for at least two minutes after he had cum, and the exquisite motions resulted in the first tremulous beginnings of another erection. They both lay still, their heavily breathing bodies heaving in naked exhaustion.
John felt his penis growing as it slowly filled the tightly clasping sheath of her pussy, and he smiled to himself. He’d never seen anything like it. He could fuck her again and again and still want more. He felt a small fluttering in her vagina and knew that she, too, was beginning to feel his cock throbbing again deep inside her. But, too weary to move, they lay for several minutes until their breath slowed and their bodies calmed, and then they both began to move against each other again.
“Aren’t you getting hungry, darling?” Joan whispered, feeling his warmly pulsating hardness taking command of her aroused little cunt again.
“Uh-huh,” the desire-filled young husband moaned, “for more of you.” His head lowered to her lushly ripened breast, and they began, all over again, to climb the volcano of ecstasy.