The girls, by two o'clock in the afternoon, were in the apartment, waiting for their husbands.
Paul had brought them home at eleven, turned the car around, and beaded back to the estate. Going upstairs, the two threw their clothing in the laundry and went to the shower. They spent nearly half an hour washing themselves, going over every square inch of their bodies, before stepping out and drying themselves off.
It took them nearly an hour to dry their hair and get it to look as it had looked four days previously, before their husbands had left. The hard part was getting out all the dirt, sweat, and jisni that had completely saturated their hair from the orgy at the estate.
However, they had plenty of time and, before they knew it, they were relaxing in their skimpy swimsuits on the terrace.
At precisely three o'clock, the door opened and their husbands rushed in, setting down their suitcases and searching for their wives.
The girls jumped up from their seats and ran into their arms. Karen clung tightly to George, who picked his wife up and covered her face and neck with kisses. Rick kissed Diane passionately and, picking her up, carried over to the couch.
"Miss me?" he asked, kissing her again.
"Mmmmmm!" Diane wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed deeply. "Why the fuck d'ya have to leave us this long?" she asked angrily.
"My job," he explained, kissing her again. George took Karen over to the chair and made her sit on his lap. "I hate to ruin things now," he said, "but…"
"Cool it!" warned Rick angrily. "We've got plenty of time for that!"
"For what?" asked Diane.
"Yeah," replied Karen, growing suspicious. "Tell us, for Christ's sake."
George shrugged. "Well, it's like this…" He looked at the girls and then at Rick. Sighing, he said, "We gotta go out again."
"When?" asked Karen.
"Wednesday," replied Rick. "To Detroit." He looked at Diane, who was growing angry. "But it's only for three days," he added quickly. "We'll be back Saturday."
The girls looked miserably at each other. Karen looked at her husband, scowled, and looked back at Diane. That's right, honey, she thought, hoping her friend would sense her thoughts. That's right, baby. The estate again. This week. For another orgy!
Karen turned and went to fix drinks.
"Let's not let this bit of news ruin anything," suggested George. "After all, we are makin' a hwlluva lotta money."
The girls both muttered something the men could not hear.
"Dummy!" whispered Rick fiercely at his friend. "Why did ya have to go and tell 'em so soon?"
George shrugged and looked innocent.
Karen brought the drinks.
For the next few minutes, they sat quietly, smoking and sipping their drinks. On several occasions the men tried to make polite conversation, but the girls did not seem to be in the mood.
Smiling at Karen, George went over to her seat, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom. "I'll get you out of this bad mood," he said, laughing and kissing her.
Will you? thought Karen looking at him.
Rick sat looking at his wife as he finished his drink. "Ya know," he said, looking at the woman's gorgeous, half-naked body. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea to me." He took his wife's eager hand and led her into the other bedroom.
Karen lay on her back, watching George as he undressed. She was still wearing her skimpy bikini.
Naked, he approached the bed and sat down. He looked his wife up and down and smiled at her proudly. "You're beautiful," he said, his hand resting on her thigh. "Absolutely beautiful."
"Cut the bullshit," she shot back at him. "Cut the fuckin' bullshit and stick your fuckin' cock inside me!"
She flipped over on her stomach and waited for him to untie the straps of her bikini top. He did it quickly and waited for her to flip over again. Once freed, her perfect round boobs sprang outward and upward, even though she lay on her back. She looked at his wide-open eyes and giggled softly. "Did ya miss 'em?" she asked.
George could not help himself. His hands shot right for his wife's fits, covering them and feeling them grow warmer in his palms. The nipples stuck out. He took them between his fingers and squeezed them. His wife moaned and squirmed uneasily.
"Nobody," he said, "has knockers like these…" His voice was a hush growl. Suddenly he leaped forward and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it and Karen could feel the hot wetness gathering thickly between her legs.
"Please," she whispered thickly, squirming beneath him. "Take off my pants, darling!"
Sitting up, George pulled off her panties and shoved them roughly dawn her thighs. She kicked them off and parted her thighs.
George eyed the chestnut-colored cunt eagerly. She was already wet and hot. He covered it with his hand, rubbing it. The hot stickiness of her snatch had caused his hard prick to throb heavily between his legs.
Getting up, he positioned himself between her spread legs, bent down, and began kissing her everywhere. Karen moaned and gyrated her hips rhythmically. She felt the storms thrashing about within her. Dizziness erupted inside her head, and the room began spinning.
George's lips kissed her everywhere: her thighs, calves, hips, stomach, and cunt. Lifting up her legs, he licked and rubbed his warm lips against her cunt and clit until the brunette panted with pleasure, popping for him. He went back to his wife's cunt and began sucking it again. Grunting, she slammed out a thick jolt of slit cream and moaned deeply when she felt his lips licking up the juice.
Then she felt his tongue rubbing against her throbbing clit. More storms thudded inside her. She squirmed viciously, pounding her ankles roughly upon his back. George kept licking her. Pulling her swollen clit into his mouth, he squeezed her pussylips with his fingers and brought her to a hot, pounding climax.
Shifting on the bed, he straddled her head and eased himself forward, until he was lying on her soaked body. He smiled when he felt her eager hands rubbing his cock and pulling it toward her, gaping lips. Suddenly the hot feeling of her mouth enveloped his swollen dick, and he gasped thickly.
He then found her cunt and worked it frantically in an effort to make her climax again and again. Her pussylips were hot and sticky. He licked the sweet, hot juice as he pumped her cunt and asshole. The pink, swollen clit was throbbing against his chin. He took it in his mouth and sucked it, pulling it deeper and deeper into his mouth. Karen squirmed beneath him. He could feel her heart racing frantically.
She had been sucking her husband's stiff, swollen cock. It tasted delicious! she thought. She pulled it deeply into her mouth until the huge, round head was lodged against her throat. She wanted to swallow it completely, gag on it, choke on it, and force it down her throat. She wanted it to grow and grow, until it rammed its way down her throat and into her stomach. She wanted to feel its throbbing inside her.
George began raising and lowering himself on her. The action caused his prick to pump her mouth. She tightened her mouth muscles around the thick pole as it went in, and tried sucking it back in as it went out. George increased his pace, grunting and swelling in her mouth. His balls whacked her in the nose with every thrust. She reached up, caught them, and squeezed. George wailed and twisted his body. His hot breath saturated her cunt.
Then she felt his lips on her cunt again.
His tongue roamed along the curves of her pussylips, across the smooth skin of her inner thighs, over the swell of her pubic bone. He sucked her clit, rammed her cunt with three fingers shoved his thumb into her creamy asshole, blew on her, kissed her, rubbed the damp forest of chestnut-colored pubic hair with his nose, vibrated his lips on her sticky pussylips. Shuddering, the brunette quivered beneath him.
Then he was off her and guiding his trembling cock deeply inside her soaked snatch. Groping for him, Karen wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him lightly against her. Her ankles pressed against the cheeks of his ass and slammed him toward her viciously, so that his cock would jump an extra inch or two.
He fucked her quickly, his cock jumping in and out of her. She poured pussy cream all over his prick and balls, wriggling her hips and tightening her snatch around his cock.
The shapely brunette was soon squirming and groaning heavily on the bed. His prick and balls were soaked with cunt juice. He could feel it sloshing around inside her as he fucked her. He rammed his cock all the way inside her, squeezed her titties, rubbed them, and felt the storms rock them both.
Soon he was shooting his thick wad into her. It gushed from his cock like lava from a volcano, in six angry bursts. The jolts slammed into her, making her quiver and writhe beneath him. Her cunt jerked out two short loads before they both went limp and lay in each other's arms.
The next morning, Rick and George got up early, dressed, and went to play golf at the country club.
Karen was the first to awaken, at ten-thirty. Turning on her side, she stared at the empty half of the bed for nearly a minute before it dawned on her that George was gone. Sitting up, she put on her bathrobe and went dawn the hall. Knocking lightly on Diane's bedroom door, she waited for twenty seconds. When there was no answer, she went into the kitchen, found that George was not there, shrugged, and began to make coffee.
Dressed in a transparent negligee, Diane walked into the room. Her head lowered, she was yawning and trying to read the note she held in both hands.
"What's that?" asked Karen, sensing bad news. It took the sleepy blonde nearly thirty seconds to read the note, interpret it, scowl, and look up angrily. "It's from Rick," she said sharply, gritting her teeth. "D'ya know where those cocksuckers are, right now? At the fuckin' club, playin' eighteen fuckin' holes of golf!"
"Those fuckin' assholes!" whispered Karen angrily. "They no more than get home, dump their wads once, and then they're off and runnin' again, like fuckin' race horses!"
"Calm down, honey," said Diane, sitting down and lighting a cigarette. "They might've left real early. We don't know. They might even be back before lunch."
"Bulishit!" snapped the angry brunette. "D'ya know how fuckin' long it takes to play eighteen holes?" She groaned. "Practically the whole fuckin' day!"
"I know, I know," conceded Diane. "I was lust tryin' to make things look better."
"Those cocksuckers," Karen muttered angrily.
A few minutes later, the coffee was ready.
Rick and George returned late that afternoon. Laughing, they shoved their golf bags into the cupboard in the foyer.
Karen and Diane were sitting in the living room, watching television. Entering the room, the boys went over, bent down, and kissed their wives.
Rick sat down on the arm of the scab and said, "You'll never guess what happened on the golf course!"
The girls looked bored.
Rick continued. "We saw this guy we used to room with in college!"
The girls said nothing.
George broke in by saying, "Yeah. This guy used to be the world's worst student!" Both men laughed in delight. "He used to be in trouble week after week!" continued George.
Rick added, "Well, naturally we got to talkin', and when we mentioned we were married, this guy just went hysterical. You see, five years ago, when we graduated, we made a bet with this guy that he would marry before we would, and…"
"Well?" snapped Karen angrily. "Why didn't you invite him here for a drink or two?"
"We did," replied Rick. "He's out puttin' his clubs in his car."
"Does he know which apartment were in?" asked Diane.
"Dammit!" shouted George, slapping himself. "We were so occupied with old times that we forgot all about it!" He jumped up and ran out the door.
Rick smiled and added, "Before he comes up here, I should warn you about this guy. You see, he's a bullshit artist. Used to have the best line with girls." He chuckled. "Only a few minutes ago he was tellin' us all about the two gorgeous chicks he picked up drivin' home. Not only did he fuck em to death, but he took 'em to an o…"
The girls were no longer listening. They were now gazing at the door, where George was standing, beaming from ear to ear.
Beside him was standing their college friend. It was… Paul!