“Christ,” Bill Kent groaned, as he entered the den and dropped onto the couch. “Joan, that was the best lamb I ever tasted.”
“It was great, Joan,” Laurie responded. “I wish I could cook like that, but I can hardly boil water.”
“You’re sure as hell right about that,” Bill tossed at his wife.
“Oh shut up,” the embarrassed young redhead spat at her young husband.
“All right… all right you two,” John wheedled. “Don’t get so uptight. Cooking isn’t everything.” He turned to Laurie, “Hey, Red, you can help me with the after-dinner drinks.”
With a defiant toss of her head, the young girl got up and followed John to the bar.
“Bill, you should be more patient with Laurie,” Joan said as she sat down on the sofa beside the young husband. “She’s young and sensitive.”
“I’m sorry, Joan, but goddamnit, she really gives me a bad time. I love her and all she does is make me feel like a country bumpkin.” The young man stared across the room at his beautiful redheaded wife as she stood staring up into John’s face while he filled the liqueur glasses with cognac. “I’m afraid she doesn’t love me.”
“Don’t be silly. She wouldn’t have married you if she didn’t.”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I think she only wants one thing… “Bill sighed.
“What’s that?” Joan encouraged him to talk about it.
Just at that moment, John and Laurie came over to the sofa, each with two glasses in their hands. Laurie handed the glass to her young husband, and quipped drunkenly, “What you talking about? Telling good old Joan about my sexual depravity?”
“What’s this thing about sex?” John asked, handing Joan the brandy and sliding his free hand around the petite younger wife’s tiny waist.
“It’s nothing, darling,” Joan interrupted. “Bill and I were just discussing what is normal, and what is perversion.”
“Is there such a thing as ‘perversion’?” the older husband asked.
“Of course there is,” Bill snapped. “This so called ‘sexual liberation’ is just an excuse to try and make depraved people normal.”
“I wonder if that’s true, Bill,” John said, suddenly realizing that he almost wished that he still felt the same way the younger husband did.
“Look, Bill, in my opinion, sexual liberation is to learn about and accept all the wonderful things about love-making.” Joan put her hand reassuringly on the young husband’s knee and patted it, as she continued. “What do you think of wife-swapping?”
“I think it’s an easy way for husbands and wives to play around, and not have to answer for their depravity.”
“Wait a minute,” Laurie said, “if it’s ‘depraved’ to fuck a woman other than your wife, then it’s depraved to fuck anyone… even your wife.”
“Damnit, Laurie, you know how I feel about that. If you wanted to join orgies, then why did you marry me?”
“I don’t want to do that… I only want to do it with you…” the young wife was about to break into tears, her intake of alcohol had made her feel dizzy and a little sad.
Both the Kents had drunk more than their quota, but they didn’t want to appear too young. They had emptied every glass that John put in front of them… three martinis before dinner, something they never drank… four glasses of a heady burgundy during dinner, which they seldom drank… and now they were sipping a glass of cognac.
It had affected Bill more than his wife and he’d already begun to slur his words. When he started to stand up, he fell drunkenly back on the sofa. Joan steadied him and added, “I think if Bill doesn’t want to make love to anyone but Laurie, we should respect him for it.”
When the younger husband sloppily kissed Joan on the cheek and said, “Thanks, Joan, I wish Laurie was more like you,” the Stanleys nodded to each other, and they both knew that it could be done. Laurie, especially, was ready for another man, and Bill was so unsure of himself that he didn’t know what he wanted.
“Come on, baby,” John whispered to her young redhaired neighbor. “Let’s get some dance music on the stereo.”
“Great… I love to dance.” The young wife began to rock around the room, swirling and jerking in a drunkenly lewd manner. She stood close to John while he found a record they both liked and then placed it on the turntable.
Together they moved out to the middle of the floor and began to sway in time to the music. John had put on a slow tune so he could dance close, and now, he took the young sensual woman in his arms and pressed his already excited body into her clinging warmth.
She was wearing a dress that had a very revealing bodice and when he looked down, he could see that one thing she was not wearing was a brassiere – her fleshy youthful breasts were almost falling out of the neckline. Abruptly, he could feel his cock beginning to harden and he grinned, knowing that she couldn’t help but feel it also.
Laurie giggled when she felt his erection pulsating against her lower belly for her own loins and begun to tingle in lewd excitement. Oh damn, the young wife thought, I sure would like to fuck with this stud… ooohhhhhh… I can almost feel his long hard cock ramming into me.
The voraciously man-hungry redhead pressed herself tighter against John, rubbing her protruding vaginal mound into his painfully throbbing penis causing inarticulate moans of lust to escape his suddenly dry throat. He was just thinking about kissing her on the neck when he heard Bill and Joan getting up to dance.
“Laurie, you’re drunk… don’t dance so close to John,” Bill Kent warned his wife.
“Who’s drunk? You bastard! If I’d needed a father, I’d never have married you… I’d have stayed home with Daddy,” she snapped, as she reached up and pulled the older man’s head down and kissed him full on the lips. “So there!”
John and Joan both laughed as if it was a big joke. Joan put her arms around the young husband’s neck and kissed him, and then turning to the other clinched couple, she said, “If they can do it, so can we.”
And then the seductive blonde pressed her body tightly against the trembling young husband and began to rock and sway in time to the music. She was actually shocked when she felt his youthful penis begin to crawl immediately into erection. Wow, she thought, so soon? What’s Laurie complaining about?
Rather than give him time to think, Joan placed her mouth on Bill’s neck and began to nibble with her wetly heated lips. She used her tongue to trace moist lewd circles in his ear, and then whispered, “Think Laurie saw that?”
“Shit,” and then the young man gained control of his lust-excited brain, and added, “I… I hope not.”
“Why?” Joan whispered, “Look at her, she’s letting John put his hand up under her skirt.”
The young husband stiffened in the older woman’s arms and hissed under his breath, “She’s nothing but a little bitch.”
And then, Joan was left standing in the middle of the room as Bill turned to pick up his glass of cognac and downed the strong liqueur. He stood staring at his young wife for a minute, and then as Joan came toward him, he stepped to the bar and filled his glass again.
“I’d like some more too, Bill,” she said, as she pressed her ripely inviting body against him.
The young neighbor husband filled her glass and together they sat on the couch, sipping the amber liquid while Bill glared angrily at the dancing couple.
Shit, Joan thought, they’re putting it on a little thick. If I didn’t know what was going on, I’d sure as hell be jealous, too. Maybe I am, anyway!
Meanwhile, on the dance floor, her husband was carried away on a stream of adulterous excitement. He was about to go out of his mind with the knowledge that if the little red-haired bitch kept rubbing the head of his cock with her grinding little cunt, he was going to cum in his pants. Hell, she sure knew how to turn a man on, he thought. Her firmly upthrust breasts were pressed into his chest and her left hand was caressing his buttocks as they danced.
When Laurie spread her legs wide to give him even greater access to her hungering flesh, he became braver. Slowly he slid his left hand around from her fleshy hip to her thigh, and without hesitation, hooked his finger up under the tight elastic leg band of her little bikini panties.
With his outstretched middle finger he slowly inserted it into the wetly heated flesh of her vaginal slit, never missing a single dance step. The shock of her trembling pussy flesh almost blew the head off his painfully throbbing cock though. Oh fuck, man, I gotta get away from this broad or be in real trouble. All I want is to throw her down on the floor and fuck the shit out of her. And if I do that, old Bill is going to try to kill us both!
“Ummmmmm,” Laurie moaned in desperate hunger as she felt her slick vaginal secretions flowing down the inside of her thigh around her handsome neighbor’s lewdly inserted finger. She thrust her loins out to meet the invading finger and silently pleaded for more. Her drunken brain reeled, and she was now totally unaware of her husband’s presence. Suddenly she felt the older man remove his hand and push her shamelessly aroused body away from him.
“Why did you do that?” she asked, staring with glazed eyes.
“You hot little bitch,” he whispered. “I’ll gladly screw you, but not standing up.”
With trembling hands, John filled his liqueur glass and then asked, “Want some more?”
“Yeessss, lover,” she slurred, staggering from the alcohol as she tried to walk toward him.
Together they went to the couch and stood in front of Joan and the glowering Bill Kent. Grinning up at them, Joan asked. “Well did you two orgasm, or was that just a little foreplay?”
Laurie giggled drunkenly, “He stopped too soon!”
“Would you excuse me?” John asked as he headed for the open door of the den.
“Where you going, lover?” the young redhead teased.
“Gotta find a sandbox,” he grinned.
“Me, too. Can I come with you?”
“Certainly. I’ll show you where the little girl’s room is.”
John and Laurie stepped into the hallway, arms around each other, their heads together intimately as the young wife staggered beside him.
Bill sat on the sofa glaring after his wife, but when he tried to stand to follow her, he felt his head swirling and almost fell from the dizzying effect. “Wow, Joan, I’ve had too much to drink.”
“Aw, come on, honey, you’ve only had a couple. You don’t look very drunk to me.” John’s blonde wife wheedled. “Have another.”
“Okay, one more,” he grinned drunkenly, as he lay his head back on the sofa and stared at the older woman’s voluptuous body, her short miniskirt barely covering her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks.
While Joan was getting another cognac for Bill, her husband was standing in the bathroom of their bedroom staring at the young redheaded neighbor wife as she sat on the toilet, “You’d better hurry, or I’ll wet the floor,” he grinned.
“All right, you can have it now,” she giggled as she watched him unzip his pants and whistled in admiration as his erection popped out.
She stood up and just as the young redhead was pulling her little white panties up the naked flesh of her thighs she felt John standing behind her, pressing his naked penis into her warm pulsating crevice. She bent forward and placed her hands on the top of the sink, her head reeling from the effects of the alcohol, and moaned as she felt him sliding his long hard cock back and forth in her moistly heated vaginal slit. “Oh… John fuck me. I need it so badly. Please!” she wiggled her naked young ass-cheeks back at him, spreading her feet as wide as possible with her panties around her knees.
“You wait until I’m through here, and I’ll do just that.” he whispered as he pulled away from the lust-provoking feel of her fevered cuntal flesh.
Laurie dropped her bikini panties and stepped out of them, leaving a rumpled pile on the bathroom floor. She stood swaying drunkenly while waiting for the older man, all the while staring in undisguised hunger at his desire-swollen rod of flesh. The young girl could feel her vagina clasping and unclasping in anxious need. She had to have that massively thickened penis up inside her cock-starved cunt. She had to… she was burning up.
John turned and stared at the crumpled white nylon on the bathroom tile and, grinning, he dropped his own trousers, leaving them on top of her bikini panties.
Then, he slid his jockey shorts down his long muscular legs, and they fell on top of the obscene pile.
Then, as he began removing his knit shirt, he saw that Laurie’s eyes were glued to his long hard cock standing up at an angle from his loins. When he bent down to remove his shoes, the redheaded wife jerked into action, and with one smooth motion, she ripped her dress up over her head and tossed it aside as though it were a rag. She stepped out of her thong sandals and stood transfixed as John took her by the arm and then led her to the huge king-sized bed in the adjoining room.
The older man and his neighbor’s naked young wife fell across the bed, kissing hungrily, passionately, not even taking time to remove the satin bedspread.
“Ooooohhhhhh,” Laurie moaned, returning his kiss greedily, sparring with his probing tongue.
John’s hands were moving over every part of the girl’s sensually quivering body. Oh shit, he thought, I’m too excited. Slow down, old boy… cool it. Slowly he pulled his mouth away from her lips and stared down into her lust-contorted face. Already her hips were undulating impatiently on the bed, and he could feel the trembling urgency in her love-starved body. She was acting like she hadn’t had a good fuck for a year. “Hey, baby, you’re really something,” he groaned, his painfully throbbing penis pressed into the warm hairless flesh of her inner thigh.
“Oh God… ooohhhhhh,” she moaned incoherently. “Oh yes… yessssss…”
Quickly, the older husband moved his saliva-filled mouth downward toward the firmly ripened breasts of the moaning redhead. He ovalled his hungry mouth around each of her tiny erect nipples in turn, and encouraged by her lust-provoked moans, began to suck voraciously. He moved from one luscious mound of soft warm flesh to the other, sucking and kneading, causing the young girl’s nakedly writhing body to go into an even greater frenzy.
Slowly, he slid his right hand down over her passion-taut belly and then to the sparsely curling red pussy hair up between her thighs. Using his outstretched middle finger to part her wetly throbbing cuntal lips, he felt the warm outpouring of her slick vaginal secretions, and it was only then that he realized the full extent of her desire. Laurie’s body was silently begging to be fucked… she needed fucking more than any woman he had ever known.
“Oooohhhhh… aaaggggghhhhh…” Laurie groaned in delight as she felt his middle finger massaging the hardened bud of her erect little clitoris. “Oh fuck… fuck me. John fuck me! Now…” The pleasurable sensations had completely overpowered her, and the erotic thrill surging through her quivering body was creating a whirlpool that threatened to suck all of her reasoning down into the whirling maelstrom of lust.
John wormed his outstretched middle finger deep into her wetly clasping pussy, and began gently fucking in and out of her heated flesh while his thumb and forefinger teased her vibrating clitoris. The hopelessly aroused young wife was jerking her pelvis up against the invading finger in complete abandonment now, moaning in uncontrollable lust as surge after surge of wild wanton excitement rippled outward from her loins.
John felt her hungry lunges upward, and he could hardly keep his body under control… but he had to give Joan a chance to get this little girl’s husband interested in her. But, right at the moment, it was all he could do to keep from ramming his long hard cock into the tender pulsing flesh up between this hot little bitch’s lewdly spread thighs. His outstretched finger thrust harder and harder into the tight mouth of her wildly writhing cunt, while he rolled the nub of her clitoris into mind-blowing hardness between his thumb and forefinger. At the same time, his hungering mouth was glued to the warm succulent flesh of her breasts.
“Oooohhhhhhh…” she moaned continuously, her lust-swollen cunt felt as if it was on fire. “Oh, John! Please! Don’t make me wait any longer. You’ve got to fuck me.”
He listened, not really believing it could be so easy. Jesus! She was one frantic little pussy, bouncing up and down like a maniac. Well, here’s hoping Joan’s ready… I can’t wait any longer… I have to fuck her or cum on the bed…
Using his knees to lever her impatiently trembling thighs apart he knelt between her widespread legs and, without hesitation, aimed his lust-swollen cock-head at her moistly quivering pussy. Her naked body jerked in excitement as his heated male flesh touched the sensitive lips of her hair-lined pink cunt. Guiding his thick rigid penis to her wetly gaping vaginal opening, John thrust forward, forcing the angry red tip of his rock-hard flesh through her outer pussy lips.
“Aaaagggghhhh… oohhhhhhhhh…” she moaned. “Soooooo… big!”
John felt the tight pulsating lining of her cuntal passage nibbling at his over excited cock-tip, and with a low groan of hunger and pleasure, he thrust his hips forward, feeling his hardened thickness sliding down through her wetly clasping warmth until his sperm-filled balls slammed into the narrow naked crease of her ass-cheeks.
At the sound of her loud moans, John held his wildly throbbing cock motionless, knowing it completely filled her wide-stretched cuntal passage. He could feel her soft moistened flesh ensheathing his throbbing penis like a velvet glove. Jesus God, he thought, is she tight… the tightest little cunt!
“Feel good?” he asked, his voice hoarse with lust.
“Ooohhhhhh yes… yeessssss…” she mumbled mindlessly. Her eyes unseeing as she stared up into his face.
A rapturous feeling gradually permeated the young girl’s writhing nakedly body as the tight elastic mouth of her cunt adjusted to the long hard penis lodged way up inside her belly. Without volition, a low animal-like groan of passion gurgled from her lips as she felt the older man begin moving his wedge of hard male flesh in and out of her ecstatically twitching pussy.
John stared down at the shamelessly aroused young woman who lived next door. Goddamn, but she was a hot little number, all right. Suddenly, he wanted to tame her… fuck her until she begged for mercy. Rapidly then, he began fucking like a madman in and out of her tightly pulsating cunt as his overpowering passion took control.
The beautiful petite redhead groaned in guttural pleasure as his thick rod of hot throbbing flesh rammed into her. She lifted her hips eagerly to meet his every stroke and flailed her head from side to side as she slid her hungering little cunt up and down in unison with his pistoning cock.
“Oh honey… fuck me… fuck me hard… ooohhhhh honey, it’s so good… so big… fuck me!” she begged as his jackhammering hips slammed downward driving his long rigid shaft up into the depths of her hotly clasping belly. Laurie gyrated wildly and with lust-starved hunger as her tight vaginal lips nibbled up and down his madly plunging cock with an uncontrollable fury. All she could feel now was the pleasurable sensations filling her erotically aroused body.
Damn, John thought, the action inside her wetly rippling cunt is unbalancing. It felt as if his blood-inflamed cock-head was going to explode. He needed to cum… but where the hell were Joan and Bill? His lust-thickened penis seemed to be expanding even more as the unbearable tension in his sperm-churning testicles mounted. He detoured his mind to the den and his wife. Was she being successful with the young man? Surely, Bill was curious about their long delay in the bathroom. Just then, he heard the bedroom door opening and heard voices. Pretending to be
unaware of their presence, John began to piston his lust-throbbing cock in and out of the young wife’s madly thrusting pussy with bone-crushing blows, deliberately riding high now to scrape the ridges of his cock over her sensitive little clitoris.
“Aaaagggghhhhh… fuck me, lover… harder… fuck me with your big handy-dandy cock,” she groaned, mindlessly pushing upwards to absorb every bit of his rock-hard member.
“You slut… you bastard…” Bill gasped, his overpowering anger, plus the staggering effects of the alcohol he’d consumed, blowing his mind.
“Go away… you impotent square… get out of my sight!” the lust-filled redheaded wife spat, “I’m gonna fuck… fuck John until I die.”
“See, what I told you, Bill,” Joan said knowingly, “I knew they were fucking.”
“I’ll kill her… I’ll break her dirty little neck…” The outraged young husband rasped, staring with lust at the lewdly writhing bodies of his wife and his next door neighbor displayed nakedly on the bed. But what really shocked him most was the realization that he himself was getting
an erection!
“Let’s get even with them, Bill… you can make love to me,” Joan whispered seductively.
“Yes… that’s it… I’ll show the little bitch… and your son-of-a-bitching husband… we’ll give them something to think about.” Bill forcefully grabbed the older woman’s arm and led her to the other side of the bed. “Take off your clothes.”
Together the drunken young husband and Joan undressed tossing everything to the floor in a rumpled heap.
Standing in front of the naked woman sitting on the edge of the bed, Bill ordered, “Lie down. I’m going to do it right here so they can she – see… everything!”
Joan suddenly had an idea. Before he could move, she reached out and took the reeling man’s erect penis in her hand and guided it to her moistly ovalled lips. And then, slowly sliding her soft warm lips up the full length of his lust-hardened cock, she nibbled at the trembling flesh.
“Aaaaagggghhhhh… don’t do that… it’s… it’s…” Bill gasped, and stiffened, but he made no effort to pull away from the wet tantalizing heat of her mouth. “Ooohhhhh… oh God!” he continued to moan as Joan used her tongue to swirl around the sensitive tip of his long rigid penis.
John and Bill’s wife stared at the unbelievably salacious sight of his cock disappearing deep inside Joan’s wetly rounded mouth and then appearing again accompanied by the obscene slurping sound as the platinum blonde girl hungrily sought to pull his sperm up from his desire-tightened balls.
Laurie was hypnotized by her husband’s lewdly contorting body. Christ, how could he allow Joan to do this to him when he had almost slapped her for trying to do the same thing? Still, though, there was no doubt he was really digging it, although he’d asked her not to do it so many times.
“Oh God… you’d better stop, Joan… I… I…” Bill protested feebly, but at the same time, his hand reached out and his fingers entangled in her long blonde hair to pull her face in closer. Almost viciously now, he slammed his wetly glistening cock in and out of Joan’s hot sucking mouth with such force that it gagged her.
“Oh fuck me, honey… John, fuck me harder… it’s so goooood!” Laurie suddenly groaned, the sight of her husband slamming into their own neighbor’s lewdly ovalled mouth had excited her to the point she was sure she would cum… now. “Oooohhh… oohhhhhhh…” she continued to moan out a never ending river of indistinguishable vulgarity.
“Oh shit, you little bitch… oh fuck it… I like your pussy… warm… tight cunt… “ the older man raved, as he skewered into the young girl’s tightly clasping cuntal passage.
Suddenly, he heard Joan mumbling and turning again, he stared at her puffed out cheeks, and then he looked up at Laurie’s young husband’s face. A square? Shit, that boy was really turned on to Joan’s cock-sucking. But then, what normal man wouldn’t? He could see Bill’s eyes were closed, and his face was an ecstatic grin of wanton pleasure. He had taken control and now he was doing the fucking.
“Oh Lord… I… I… oh no!” the two women and John heard the younger man’s gasp of surprise. And then, they couldn’t believe their eyes. “No… no more… I’m about to cum… no more.” He jerked his pulsating rod of flesh from Joan’s greedily sucking mouth and growled, “get on the bed. I’m going to fuck you shense – senseless,” he slurred, “just like your husband is doing to my wife. Get up there.”
Joan didn’t argue. Her vagina was on fire and she wanted her young neighbor to ram his thick rigid penis all the way up inside her hungrily throbbing cunt. She moved up on the bed and was still crawling up into position, when the lust-filled young neighbor man grabbed her hips and held her in place. “That’s good enough,” he rasped and giggled, his voice almost inarticulate. “We’ll do it like dogs do it!”
Laurie heard her husband, and she couldn’t believe it. He’d never fucked her anyway but flat on her back, even though she’d asked him to. But now…
Joan spread her thighs wider and moaned with desire as she felt the young man’s hotly pulsing hardness pressed into her passion-soaked pussy slit. Then she gasped with erotic pleasure when she felt his long hard cock slide easily up into the clasping wet depths of her belly.
“Ooohhhhhh… oohhhhhhh…” she moaned as Bill’s thick thrusting penis fucked in and out of her warmly welcoming cuntal passage.
“Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh…” Bill groaned, as he began to slam his virile young cock into her with demon force, goring her with it and showing no mercy. He was drawing his thick shaft out of her, almost all the way, and driving it home in her moistly clasping pussy until his bloated balls smacked hard against the nub of her sensitive clitoris. His testicles ached with the mounting pressure, and the need to cum made his head light and dizzy with ever-increasing lust.
Joan could feel the young husband of her neighbor anxiously fighting to control his ejaculation, but she, too, was close to the finish. She writhed and flailed her head in a wanton dance of lust, feeling her own orgasm building up inside her hotly palpitating vagina. “Ohhhhhh… yesssssss fuck me!” she gasped as the young man’s rampaging cock pistoned in and out of her subserviently kneeling body.
Beside her on the bed, John stared at his naked young wife’s jerking hips as she was being fucked by the mild-mannered Bill Kent. He thought momentarily that he should be jealous, but, he wasn’t! Bill fucked like a punk kid compared to his own love-making, and he knew that their young neighbor would never be able to keep Joan happy… not with his inept style.
But, John thought with amazement, Bill really had changed if what Laurie said was true. He’d really turned on to Joan. Shit, he was fucking into her like a maniac, as if he were trying to drive her right through the headboard.
And then, John wasn’t thinking of his wife any longer. He could barely contain his lust. His sperm-bloated balls were aching so that he knew he couldn’t wait anymore. Furiously he began to fuck into Bill’s wife’s hungrily upthrust pussy.
And she, in turn, was writhing beneath him like a bitch in heat, and her nibbling cuntal sheath was clasping his long sawing cock like a second skin. He had now reached the point where he would go mad if he couldn’t let go! God! It had to be now. But the little redheaded bitch wasn’t ready yet… she was hot all right, but there was no sign of her climax yet. He stared down to where his wetly sliding cock was thrusting smoothly in and out of her pink cuntal flesh, concentrating on the feel of the soft, hair-lined folds of her clasping passage.
Desperately, he tried to slow his boiling body but he was out of control. He increased the tempo and rammed deeper into her wildly squirming body beneath him, grinding up into her hot little pussy with a feral rutting lust while her legs jerked up and out to the side. Suddenly, he knew she was there!
Harder and harder, he buffeted her, until she coughed, gasped and gurgled, “Ohhhhhhh… aagggggghhhhh… Johnnnn… I’m cccuummming… cccccuuuuummmmming…” The intensity of Laurie’s wild passion had contorted her face into an unrecognizable mask of lust.
John groaned and grunted, fucking hard and deep in his effort to ram his painfully swollen cock as far into her as humanly possible. He wanted the wanton little bitch to remember this fuck… his cock… for the rest of her life. His long rigid penis thrust and retreated in a runaway rhythm, and then he was cumming too. Deeper and harder he pounded his cock into the hot cum-flowing depths of her tight young cunt, using all of his strength… and he felt her lurch under him, her pussy beginning to spasm wildly, milking and sucking at his lust-bloated cock-head just as he began to ejaculate.
“Aaaaggggghhhhhh… shit… you fucking bitch…” he groaned and gasped as the burning stream raced the full length of his burgeoning penis to spew far up into the deep recesses of her vaginal passage, bringing him an almost overpowering sweet ecstasy as she ground her wonderful little cunt up tight to him, absorbing him completely as she moaned her delight in delirious lewd phrases.
John’s wife and Bill, kneeling alongside the wildly climaxing couple, stared with lust-glazed eyes, while at the same, time they jerked and fucked toward their final explosion, the young man’s right hand working at Joan’s sopping wet vaginal slit in unison with his wildly plunging cock. Bill heard his wanton wife moaning beneath his neighbor, and then his eyes moved downward to where he could see her jerking hips subsiding in satisfaction.
The young husband’s anger returned now, and all he wanted to do was make Laurie suffer for cuckholding him. He fought to control his body, but it was useless. Abruptly, all his humiliation, his adverse feeling about the perverted behavior was second in his mind. There was only one thing he wanted… one thing he had to have. His sperm was making the run toward the tip of his wildly thrusting cock when he groaned loudly, “Oh goddamn… I’m ccuumming!” He thrust his pelvis forward, grinding his wildly jerking cock deep in past her soft fleshy ass-cheeks.
Joan heard his gasps of pleasure at the same time she felt Bill’s hotly spewing seed fill her vaginal passage, flooding her cervix in a warm sensual tide and it triggered her own orgasm.
“Oh shit… fuck me harder… fuck me… aaaggggghhhhh…oh…ohhhhh… OHHHHHH GOD! Beautiful.”
Joan almost screamed with rapture as her thighs trembled and her lewdly kneeling body quaked with the sweet pleasure he was spurting into her, so gloriously filling the convulsing channel of her pussy. She tossed her blonde head shamelessly as the euphoric waves of release flooded through her shuddering body, relaxing her entire nervous system as Bill Kent slowly removed his fingers from her softening clitoral nub.
The older woman knew she had been fucked… and fucked good… by another man… not her husband… and she loved it. She stared with slitted eyes at her husband and the naked young redhead collapsed beside him, and she knew that he too had loved fucking yet another woman. His eyes were closed and his breathing had slowed to a natural rhythm, but his legs were flung wide in satisfaction.
Joan felt Bill’s softly deflating penis pull from her cunt with a lewd wet slurping sound, and then she felt the heated flood of his exploded sperm flowing down her quivering thighs to her knees and onto the bedspread. Exhausted, she collapsed forward with her neighbor’s nakedly satiated body falling on top of her. She lay pressed into the bed, unable to move.
And then, she felt Bill’s body slide to the bed beside her. Turning to face him, she whispered, “That was good, lover. You were wonderful.”
“Yes… yes… “ he sighed, his voice still lust-hoarsened.
“How’d you like it, doll?” Joan continued.
“Good… I liked it fine…” he mumbled, his eyes closed.
“Now, isn’t it fun to swap?” Joan asked, smiling at the naked young man lying beside her.
‘‘No… ‘‘ Bill gasped, “I couldn’t… not ever again!”
“Whaaaaat?” Joan was surprised at his evident shame.
“Oh fuck him, Joan,” Laurie interrupted the conversation as she came out of her climactic stupor.
“Well, did you like it, Laurie?” her young husband asked, hesitantly.
“Oh hell, yes… it adds a whole new depth to fucking.”
“I don’t know… I don’t think I could do it unless I was drunk, or angry,” Laurie’s husband went on.
“I wouldn’t bet on that, Bill,” John smiled, then continued, “I never thought I’d do it either, but now I think it’s really great.”
‘‘Well… we’ll see… “ Bill said, sounding unconvinced.
“Don’t you worry, Bill,” Joan said, feeling sorry for the young man who evidently loved his beautiful redheaded wife very much. “If it makes you unhappy, then forget it. It may work for some couples, but I don’t think it would for everyone… I think liberation is being free.”
The young blonde wife stared at the naked girl in her own husband’s arms and for a moment, she felt as if Bill might be right in not wanting to get involved in wife-swapping. She swallowed and, unaccountably, felt a lump in her throat.