A week after the agonizing rape of Susan by the cops, the three couples still hadn't gotten together. The event had put a bad light on their whole cavalier attitude toward sex. Jay in particular was disappointed that his plans of fucking his neighbors had been, he feared, ruined forever.
Sam, who was just beginning to enjoy the freedom of watching other people fuck, was especially disappointed with Helen. His gorgeous wife had always refused to fuck him or suck his cock with other people watching, and Sam wanted to taste the new thrills that his friends were enjoying. One night, when he was horny and the memory of watching Susan sucking the cocks of the policemen was burning brightly in his mind, Sam took out his rage on Helen.
"You're a fucking prude!" Sam hissed from across the room. "Look at your friends they're not afraid of anything. But you… no… you're afraid of everything new and exciting!"
"What's so exciting about fucking in front of our friends?" Helen shot back, rage now building inside her. "You never wanted to do it before!"
"You seem to find it pretty Goddamn hot watching, but when it comes to participating no! That's something altogether different now, isn't it?" Sam grabbed his car keys from the coffee table and stuffed them in his pocket.
"I'm taking off. Maybe if I drink enough, you'll seem more appealing to me."
Helen didn't say a word as Sam left the house, slamming the door on his way out. Quietly, feeling self-pity starting to get the best of her, Helen went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself some gin. Maybe liquor would make her feel better about herself and calm her fears that her marriage was breaking up.
At Susan and George's house, life wasn't much better. George hadn't been able to fuck his wife since she had been brutally cornholed by the cop, and his prick desperately needed to fuck her cunt or mouth.
"Then suck me off, damn it! The cop didn't hurt your lips, did he?" George asked, sitting at the kitchen table with his wife. "Look, I'm not asking for the world and I'm not going to fuck you in the ass! I'm horny and you're my wife!"
"I'm terribly sorry if you feel I'm not a very good wife," Susan said softly, holding back the tears. "But I'm just not in the mood."
Although her ass didn't hurt anymore from the fucking the cop had given her, she had willingly, wantonly fucked two strangers in front of her husband. She had done it to fulfill a fantasy and Susan was afraid that fucking her husband wouldn't be as thrilling now that she knew how erotic it was to fuck two cocks at once.
"I'm going to bed," she said, barely loud enough for George to hear.
"But it's only seven-thirty!"
"I'm tired."
Angry, confused, horny, not knowing what to do or where to find the answers to questions he didn't understand, George decided to go across the street and talk to Sam.
Helen was knocking down her second drink when there was a knock op the door. She answered it and found George, looking like he had lost every friend he had ever known.
"You look like you need a drink," Helen said, opening the door wide.
"You look like you've got a jump on me in that category." George made himself a drink and sat down on the couch. "Is Sam here?"
"No, he's getting drunk, too."
"Problems?"
"I'm a prude and he likes his women hot and wild." Helen sipped her drink and sat in a chair facing George. "He wants a woman like Susan – intelligent, beautiful, always wearing sexy clothes. Yeah, you've got the ideal wife and I'm a school marm. A damn prude."
"Then Sam would be surprised to know that I haven't been fucked since we had that little pool party," George said.
He leaned back in the couch and looked at Helen, liking very much what he saw. She was more earthy than his wife. Helen had the clean, good looks of a country girl – not at all like Susan, who never left the house without having her hair properly set and her make-up on just so. His prick, neglected for a week realized what his eyes were seeing and began to twitch, getting longer and harder.
A half hour later Helen and George were talking about sex explicitly. Helen explained over and over that she wasn't a prude, that, in fact, she was really a very horny woman. She moved over and sat on the couch with George, far enough away so that they weren't touching, but close enough so they could be more intimate in their conversation.
"I love watching you and Susan getting it on, watching her suck your cock or you fucking her, but I just can't do it myself," Helen explained. "That's not so weird or prudish, is it?"
George got up and made himself a drink. As he walked back to the couch, Helen noticed the throbbing hard-on that tented out his pants.
"It must be difficult on you," she said, nodding her head toward his crotch. "A lusty man such as yourself not getting pussy as regularly as you once had."
"Difficult isn't the word for it. It's more like torture. Torture of the worst kind." George rubbed his prick through his pants. "Get down, damn it!"
"Do you really think talking to your prick is going to make it relax?" Helen said, smiling for the first time that day.
"There's only one thing that could make this thing go down… and we both know what it is," George said.
Helen was a little drunk, but she knew exactly what she was doing. George had showered her with compliments since he had come over, and that was exactly what she needed to hear because Sam had made her feel as though she was the most sexless, undesirable woman in the world.
"Jerk off," Helen whispered, sliding over on the couch. "I don't mind. I want to watch you jerk off." George looked at her, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. Helen took his hand and placed it over his bulging prick. "Go ahead, jerk off."
"I can't. It seems wrong."
"There's nothing wrong with it. Come on, jerk off." Helen pulled George's zipper down and then unbuckled his belt. George was too stunned to do anything but sit there and watch in amazement.
"Go ahead, that's all the further I'm going to help you," Helen said. When George still didn't do anything, Helen unfastened his pants and opened them up. She pulled his underwear down, stretching, the elastic band below George's balls. His big cock sprang out.
"Oh!" Helen gasped, seeing how hard George's cock was. "You have gone a long time without getting fucked, haven't you?"
George nodded his head. He tried to swallow, but his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He took Helen's tiny hand in his and placed it around the shaft of his prick. Her crystal-blue eyes, sparkling with lust and booze, locked onto his. In a second they both knew precisely what would happen.
Helen worked her hand up and down on his rigid cock, smearing a drop of come from his pricktip over his cockhead. Her fingers toyed with every inch of George's prickmeat, and she flopped his balls in her palm, seeing what kind of load of spunk they had stored up.
George put his arm around Helen's slender shoulders and pulled her closer. She curled in against his chest, her beating hand never slowing down. He tilted Helen's face up and their lips met, touching softly. George kissed her again and again, then his lips moved over her face, softly caressing her eyes and ears. As he kissed, his hand fondled Helen's tit, rubbing her nipple into a state of hardness through her thin blouse.
"Ohhhhhhh! George, that feels so good when you touch me there. Rub my nipples, George!" Helen's body was a mass of jagged nerves and mixed emotions.
Helen looked at the prick in her hand. The heat of his cock seemed to sear her palm as she stroked his prick. His cock had become slightly reddish colored from her beating, and his prickhead, conical shaped and very hard, seemed to look right back at her.
George inhaled deeply, fighting back the jism that welled up in his balls. He caught the fragrance of Helen's perfume, of her shampoo, of her pussy. The scent was intoxicating for him. His mouth opened and he tried to tell her to stop beating on his prick, but words escaped him.
As a grunt was forced out his throat, his balls exploded. Come shot straight up in the air, nearly a foot, then dropped down on Helen's undulating hand and over his prick. The jets blasted from his cock's tip with decreasing force. Finally, after his neglected balls had shot almost all they had, come just trickled out his prickhead covering Helen's hand with cream. She continued to jerk on his excited cockmeat, urging George's balls her everything.
"Yesssss! Give me it all, George! Give me all your come!" Helen gasped, pounding harder and faster oh his prick.
When finally his deluge of cream stopped, she brought her hand away from his cock and stared at it, a strange, self-satisfied smile twisting the corners of her lips.
"Susan doesn't know what a wad of come she missed," Helen said. "I thought you were never going to stop. Shit, I've got jism all over my hand!"
"In – thank you," George said weakly, lying sideways on the couch, his feet still on the floor and his prick getting smaller. "I really needed that. And I'm sorry if I made you do something you didn't want to do."
Helen got unsteadily to her feet. The booze was really getting to her now. "I never do anything I don't want to do. Besides, it wasn't exactly like we were being unfaithful or anything. I don't think jacking someone off qualifies as cheating. I mean, we didn't fuck each other and I didn't suck you off, did I?"
Sam ordered another drink and then called Jay from the phone booth in the corner of the dingy bar. He had been alone for an hour, steadily downing drink after, drink, and now he wanted to talk to the older and wiser Jay. After half a dozen rings, Jay answered the phone. He would have answered it sooner, he explained, but he was going down on Diane. He told Sam that even as he spoke she was whipping her lips over his prick, sucking his cock hard for the second time that day.
"That's just fine," he said sarcastically. "I'm glad as hell to hear your wife can keep up with an old bastard like you."
"What's wrong, Sam? That doesn't sound like you," Jay said. He patted the side of his wife's face and she looked at him, her lips ovaled around his giant cock.
"I'm half drunk and pissed off at Helen, that's what's wrong. And I also need some company. Do you think you could come over as soon as Diane finishes sucking you off?" Again the sarcastic tone crept into his voice.
"No problem, tell me what bar you're at and I'll be right there."
Sam gave Jay the name of the bar, then hung up. Maybe Jay's sage advice would make him feel better.
George had rearranged his pants and was sitting next to Helen on the couch when she started to laugh for no apparent reason.
"Come on, tell me what's so damn funny!"
"Everything is funny!" Helen stood up and finished her drink in two big gulps. Letting the glass slip from her hand and fall to the floor, Helen unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Her wide, sensual mouth was twisted into a sardonic grin as she opened her jeans, showing George her dark, almost nonexistent panties.
George placed his hand over his crotch and rubbed. Beneath his pants his prick was awakening, getting ready to go at it again.
"Every good trick deserves something in kind, doesn't it?" Helen asked, her moist lips carefully forming each word. "I've done you a little favor, haven't I? Don't you think you can do the same for me?"
Helen pulled her jeans down slowly, past the swell of her full, sexy hips. Once her jeans were down to her thighs, Helen stopped, swaying drunkenly. George stood up quickly and grabbed her by the elbow, steadying her.
"You've really had a snoot full!"
"And my snoot ain't the only thing that's going to get filled up, is it?" Helen jerked her arm free from George's grasp and pulled her jeans down her legs. Then, throwing George her most challenging look, she walked to the couch and sat down, kicking her legs toward George. "Now… as a return favor for jacking on that adorable cock of yours until you shot your come all over my hand… I want you to take my panties off… and finger my pussy till I just can't stand it any more."
George's cock was throbbing almost painfully hard in his pants. He pulled his pants and underwear down, releasing his rigid prick from its prison, then knelt at her feet. Helen put her ankles together and raised her ass off the couch slightly and George pulled her panties off. She kicked them into the air and caught them as they drifted down.
"Okay, George, finger away!"
George looked up Helen's body. Her legs were spread as wide as she could possibly put them, causing her cuntlips to part slightly. He caught the aroma of her pussy and it was just as erotic to him as when he smelt her perfume and special shampoo. He watched his hand, as if it belonged to someone else, move slowly toward her cunt. Then his middle finger, as it had done so many times with Susan, found her pink pussy crease. Helen's cunt was wet, moist with her rich fuck oils, and George had no trouble shoving his finger deep in her pussy. With his other hand he stroked his prick softly, wanting to postpone his climax so he could shoot his wad the same time Helen did.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Yessss! George, fingerfuck my pussy! Oh, yeah! A little faster!" Helen, eyes closed, concentrated on the fabulous sensations coming from her cunt. "A little faster, George! That's rght! Over my clit. Yeah, rub my clit just like that!"
George's face, as he fucked his finger in and out of Helen's dewy pussy, was flushed with lust. He bent closer to her cunt, inhaling deeply. Sweet pussy, he thought. She's got to have a sweet-tasting pussy. He put his face closer to Helen's cunt and sniffed again. The aroma was intoxicating.
When Helen felt his hot tongue slice through her puffy cuntlips and slide right up to her clit, she jerked involuntarily. A stabbing bolt of pleasure went through her like an electrical shock up her spine. She reached down and hooked her hands behind George's head, forcing his hungry, gnawing lips harder against her feverish pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Lick my cunt, George! Eat my pussy!" she hissed. Helen tossed her head from side to side.
George found Helen's clit and stabbed at it with his tongue as he fucked two fingers in and out of her cunt. Her legs were over his shoulders with her bare feet resting on his back. George, not as drunk as Helen but not entirely sober either, tongued her sappy cunt slowly, wondering if this was really happening to him.
Helen's breath came in coarse gulps. She was finally doing it, finally breaking free from the old, outworn, archaic ethics that had been drilled into her from childhood. She was becoming, she was sure, more of the type of woman that turned her husband Sam on.
Helen licked her dry lips. She looked down her body at George, curled up on the floor between her legs as he tongued feverishly at her pussy. She saw her nipples poking sharply through the thin bra and blouse she wore. Releasing George's head, she grabbed her nipples… and that was all she needed to do. The added sensation of twisting her nipples, even through her blouse and bra, along with George fingering her cunt and sucking on her clit pushed her over the edge of ecstasy. As cunt juice streamed from her pussy and was devoured by George's hungry tongue, Helen's mind went fuzzy.
Helen arched her back, lifting her ass off the couch to push her cunt harder against George's face. She gasped and moaned and screamed… and then she fell back on the couch, exhausted, satisfied, slowly coming back to the here and now.
"Did… did that really happen?" she asked as George kissed her naked, firm thigh. "Did you really eat my pussy?"
"You mean you couldn't tell?"
"That was incredible. That was absolutely the wildest climax I've ever had in my life. I didn't think it would ever end." George stood up and Helen's feet thumped to the floor. "Oh, George, what would happen if Sam ever found out?"
"I don't know," George replied softly. His cock was still hard, sticking out from the top of his open pants. "I guess you just learn to handle it. Susan was more than happy to suck those cop's cocks. She didn't do it because somebody had to do it, she did it because having two hard cocks to play with at one time is a fantasy of hers. Of course, it didn't turn out exactly as she had hoped, but it's still something you just learn to live with."
Helen thought for a moment, then abandoned the effort. Her mind was wrapped too tightly in an alcohol embrace, and right then and there she just wanted to enjoy herself without worrying about anything.
She rose from the couch, naked from the waist down, and made herself another drink.