Alice lay in Richard's arms for a long while. She had never been with a man who had satisfied her as much as Richard did. She couldn't believe that Gayle could ever grow bored with a man like Richard. Perhaps something happened after marriage that took the excitement away.
She reached down and touched his limp cock. There was a little drop of cum on the end. Richard was snoring gently and she bent her head and touched her lips to his cock-head. She sucked away the drop of jism.
Richard moaned in his sleep. Alice knew that any moment Gayle was going to come bursting through the door. There would be tears and accusations. That was all part of the plan. In a few moments Richard was going to feel very, very guilty.
She felt Richard move against her and his hand touched her tittie. He began to caress her in his sleep. After a few moments he opened his eyes.
"Oh my God," he said. "I must have gone to sleep."
"Me too," Alice lied.
"But we've got to get you out of here. Gayle will be coming in any minute."
His words were prophetic for at that moment the door opened and Gayle walked in. Sharon, Mark and Alan stood in the doorway behind her.
"Oh my God," Richard said.
"What the hell is going on here?" Gayle asked.
"Uhhhh," Richard said.
Richard was so shook up that he was still caressing Alice's tittie. He didn't know what he was doing. He was trying very hard to think of an excuse but his mind was completely blank.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gayle asked.
Richard then realized that he was playing with Alice's tittie. He drew his hand away as if he had been burned. He looked down at his hand as if it belonged to another person.
"Honey," he said.
"Don't honey me!" Gayle stormed. "I'm out there working my butt off and you're in here banging some cheap little girl. Take your Goddamned hand away!"
Richard realized that once again he was caressing Alice. Quickly he drew his hand away. He was flushed with embarrassment. He didn't know anyone with Gayle except for Alan. They all had crowded into the room after her.
"Gayle," he said. "I can explain. You're just going to have to understand that…"
"Hell," Gayle interrupted. "I understand. I really understand. I understand you've been putting your wick into her hole."
"Now wait a minute," Richard said.
"I won't wait. You've been playing around, haven't you? Well two people can play at that game."
"What do you mean?" Richard asked. Richard was frightened. He kept having mental pictures of Gayle divorcing him. What would his friends say? My God, what would his parents say?
What would he do?
"What do you mean?" he asked again.
"Simply that what's good for the gander is good for the goose. You've had your fun and now I'm going to have mine. I'm going to do a little playing around too."
"You can't mean it," Richard said.
"Why can't I?" Gayle asked.
"Because," Richard stammered. "Because it just isn't right. It isn't nice."
"Oh?" Gayle cocked an eyebrow at him. "And is it nice for you to fuck Alice? Dear, sweet Alice. Is that nice and tight?"
"I can explain," Richard said. "Just send all these people away and I can explain."
"Nobody's leaving," Gayle said. "I'm going to have a good time and they're going to help."
Richard couldn't believe what he was seeing. He watched as his wife walked over to the radio and turned on some soft music. She began to sway to the rhythm.
"Now you're going to really see a show," Gayle said.
"Gayle," Richard said.
"Shut up," she said. "Shut up or leave. And if you leave I'll never see you again."
Richard wanted to leave. He also wanted to stay. He knew Gayle meant what she did. If he walked out he would never see her again. He didn't know what to do.
"Relax, baby," Alice said sweetly, blowing into his ear. "Don't worry."
"But she's my wife," Richard said.
"She'll still be your wife afterwards," Alice pointed out. "And you did have your jollies. Why not let her enjoy herself?"
Gayle allowed herself to be carried away by the soft music. She could feel heat between her thighs as she moved. Knowing that she was shocking Richard and knowing that she was going to shock him even more, was an exciting thought to Gayle.
She closed her eyes tightly and reached for the top button of her blouse. She undid it and moved her fingers slowly down the front of her blouse. She wasn't allowing them to see much flesh, but she knew it looked wicked enough.
"Gayle," Richard said.
She undid the second button and then the rest. She kept her blouse closed for a few moments and then she shrugged it off her shoulders.
"My God, Gayle," Richard said. "You can't be doing this. Please stop. You're showing yourself before everybody."
Gayle had purposefully picked out a bra belonging to Sharon. It was one of those push-up types that made her creamy tits appear as if they were going to break out of such tight confinement.
She reached behind her back and undid the hook. Again she kept the bra on for a few moments before she shrugged it from her shoulders.
"Ahhh Jesus, Gayle," Richard pleaded. "Don't do any more. Don't take off any more. Please stop."
Richard realized that Alice was playing softly with his prick. Her soft, urgent fingers had closed around his cock-head and she was slowing working him into an erection. He couldn't believe it. He wasn't able to keep soft even as his wife displayed herself to other men.
And then he wondered just how far she would go. Surely she couldn't mean that she was going to give herself to the men right in front of him. Surely she couldn't mean that.
Gayle gave her husband a sweet smile as she reached down and unzipped her pants. She kicked them off and stood before them in only a pair of flimsy panties. The music became faster and she shook herself as far as she could, knowing that her heavy tits bounced obscenely.
"Gayle," Richard pleaded. "For my sake, stop. Please stop."
Gayle only shook herself faster and faster. Richard watched with horror as Alan rubbed his crotch. Richard could see the bulge that was forming there. Surely Alan wouldn't have the nerve to fuck his wife with him watching.
Finally Gayle shook off her panties. She rubbed herself lewdly between her legs. Her pussy was already tingling with desire.
"Okay," she said, "who's going to be first?"
"I am," Alan said.
"My God!" Richard said. "You can't be doing this, Gayle. You can't be!"
"Shhh," Alice whispered into his ear. "I'm enjoying this, lover. Don't stop her now."
Richard shook her gentle hand from his hard prick. His cock was hard and aching with lust. He needed Alice but he couldn't tear his eyes away from his wife.
Gayle still danced to the music as she moved across the room toward Alan. Alan had quickly torn off his shirt and was working on his trousers. His nervous fingers fumbled at his zipper.
"Let me help," Gayle said.
Gayle sank down to her knees on the soft carpet. She easily tugged Alan's zipper down. She reached inside his trousers and pulled his hot cock free.
"Poor thing," Gayle said. "Poor little baby. It needs some attention."
Richard was going to protest again and then his throat went dry.
He watched as his wife bent her head and sucked Alan's cock-head into her lovely mouth. That was one thing she had never done for him. He had never really asked her to for fear that she'd think it was dirty.
She didn't look as if she thought sucking Alan was dirty. She was sucking mote of him down her throat. Her fingers pressed against his thighs as she moved her head up and down on his prick.
His red, throbbing prick became wet with her saliva. Richard wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to turn his head away. He wanted to leave the room.
But he could do none of those things. He could only keep watching as his wife blew another man.
Gayle was enjoying herself. She took Alan's cock deep in her throat and her thighs were hot with excitement. She moved one hand up to fondle his balls and she could feel the heat there. Knowing Richard was watching seemed to turn Alan on more than usual.
Gayle laughed deep in her throat as she felt his hands come up to squeeze her titties. He began to squeeze them hard and his hips began to jerk. Gayle knew he wasn't going to be able to keep from coming for very long. Gayle was right.
"Ahhh dear Jesus," Alan moaned. "Ahhh dear fuck. I'm going to come. Ahhh God, I'm going to come!"
She received his cum as it flowed out of the end of his prick. She swallowed quickly, liking the salty, sweet taste of his semen.
"Ohhh no," Richard said. "Oh why, Gayle?"
Richard watched her pull her mouth away from Alan's cock. There was still a tiny drop of semen on the end and Gayle licked it away.
"It tastes good," Gayle said with a shrug. "I like it."
Richard felt himself getting angry. He started to come off the bed when he felt Alice's fingers digging into his cock. It hurt like hell.
"Damn," he said.
"Don't hurry off, baby," Alice said. "I want to see Mark give it to her."
"Let me up," he demanded.
"I don't think so," Alice said, squeezing his cock just enough to show she had the strength to hurt him. "Don't you move or I'll make you manless."
Richard thought that he could have probably jerked away. He was stronger than she was. But her fingers had already hurt him once and he didn't want her to do it again.
"Okay," he said. "I'll stay."
"Good," Alice said. "Now just watch the show." Gayle was still smiling. Mark was slowly taking off his clothes. She looked at his strong body and licked her lips in appreciation. Mark might not have played football like Alan, but he still had a strong-looking body.
"Oh baby," Gayle moaned as Mark stripped off his under shorts to reveal his hard cock.
"Come and get it," Mark said.
Gayle practically ran to him. She gave him a little push and he fell backward on the bed beside Richard. Gayle straddled him and positioned her hot pussy over his cock.
"No," Richard was saying. "No, Gayle."
Gayle ignored him and sat down on Mark's cock. She felt it climb deep into her, felt his prick rubbing against her cunt walls.
"Ahhh," Gayle said. "That's what I needed, Mark. Ahhh, it feels nice."
Mark moved his hips slightly and Gayle began to bounce up and down on his slippery cock. Mark's hands fingered her tits and then pulled her down so that his lips could suck in one of her nipples.
"Ahhh shit, Mark," Gayle moaned. "Ahhh shit, that feels good."
What made it more exciting was that she could hear Richard's shallow breathing as he lay beside them. She knew he was going through the torments of the damned, but she was enjoying every minute of it.
"Fuck me, Mark," she moaned. "Fuck me good and hard!"
Mark pushed her off of him and she moaned. But Mark had no intention of quitting. He pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs up high. He rested her legs on his shoulders as he drove his cock into her cunt furiously.
"Jesus," he moaned. "This is it. This is what I wanted to do."
Gayle could do nothing but enjoy herself as Mark slammed his cock furiously into her time and time again. His hands were squeezing her asscheeks and his teeth were biting on her neck.
She opened her mouth and screamed at the pleasure he was giving her.
"Ahhh shit, Mark!" she cried. "I'm going to come! I'm coming to come! Ahhh shit, Mark! Ahhh shittttt! I can feel you squirting! Ahhhh shitttt!"
She tried to squeeze her thighs against his head as he erupted into her. She could feel his hot cum filling her up. She moaned and wiggled around on his cock, trying to draw every drop from him that she could.
Gayle almost passed out at the sweet pleasure he gave her. As it was, it took her a few moments to realize where she was. Mark got up and wiped his spermy cock off on her leg.
"Good pussy," he said.
Gayle could feel Richard growing red.
"Why, Gayle?" he asked. "Why, baby?"
Gayle rolled over to face him. She noticed that he still had an erection and that Alice was slowly jerking him off.
"Because you fucked," she said.
"But you didn't have to make me suffer this way. You could have just picked one man in private. We could have talked about it."
"I didn't want to talk." Gayle stretched. "I just wanted to fuck. Like you do now."
Richard realized that she could see how excited he was. He didn't want to be excited, but something about the heat of Alice's body on one side and Gayle's body on the other was making him hot.
"Come here, Sharon," Gayle said. "Give my husband a sample of kindness."
Richard realized that there was another person in the room. She was a pretty girl with hair as blonde as Gayle's. He couldn't believe what he heard Gayle say. She wanted this girl to be nice to him. Could it mean what he thought it meant?
It did. Sharon walked to the bed and knelt at the edge. "I have very nice titties," Sharon said. "Feel."
She took his hand and let him feel through the fabric of her halter. Alice didn't take her hand away from his cock. She kept stroking him as Richard fondled Sharon's tits.
"Take the halter off," Sharon commanded.
He had nervous fingers as he reached behind her back and undid the halter. He couldn't seem to breathe right. His cock was ramrod straight and threatening to explode. He let the halter fall and took in her magnificent tits.
"Don't I have nice tits?" Sharon asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Kiss them," Sharon said. "Let me feel your nice lips on them. Show me how much you like them."
Somehow Sharon took Alice's place on the bed. He was bending his head and taking her succulent nipples into his mouth. He liked the sweet taste of her flesh. He sucked on her tit until she was moaning and trembling in his arms.
He quickly stripped off her shorts and panties. His cock was hot and throbbing and he knew he wouldn't be long. He pushed open her sweet thighs and pushed his cock into her warm pussy.
"Ahhh God," Richard said. "Ahhh shit, you feel good, baby! You feel really good!"
He began to fuck her in slow, steady strokes. He could feel her squeezing herself against him and he knew he wasn't going to be able to control his load until she got ready to go.
"Ahhhh Goddamn," he moaned. "Ahhh fuckkk, shitttt!"
His load was heavy and hot and he poured every last drop deep in her cunt. He felt hands on his balls and looked over at Gayle. She was smiling and fondling his balls for more jism.
"Give it to her, baby," Gayle moaned. "Give it all to her. Give her every sweet drop."
He collapsed on top of Sharon as his sperm emptied out. He finally pulled away. He found himself against his wife's warm body and she kissed him.
"Was she good?" Gayle asked.
"Yes," Richard said.
"Good." Gayle was fondling his balls again. "I wanted her to be good for you. I wanted you to enjoy yourself."
"Why?" Richard said. "I thought you were mad at me."
"I was," Gayle lied, "but only for a little while. Now I want you to enjoy yourself."
"I did, baby," Richard said. "I really did."
They had supper that night at the same cafe that they had eaten at every night, and on the way back to the room Richard felt hands at his zipper. He looked down to see his wife fondling his cock with a soft smile on his face.
"Come on," Gayle said. "Let's go into the bushes."
Richard allowed himself to be pulled into the bushes beside the rooms. Her hungry hands pulled down his zipper and released his strong cock.
In a moment Gayle was on her knees and had his prick stuffed into her mouth.
She wanted to give him a good blow-job, the best she'd ever given. She used her mouth violently on him, teasing with her tongue and sucking his cock in to the back of her throat.
"Ahhh God," Richard moaned. "Ahhh God."
She fondled his balls as she sucked and was soon rewarded by the first taste of his salty jism.
"Ummmm," Gayle moaned as she took his full load into her mouth. She swallowed his hot, sweet cum and didn't draw her mouth away until she had drained him.
She released his prick and then took her hair and dried his prick off.
"Did you enjoy?" she asked.
"God yes," Richard said.
"Well that's only a sample," she said. "Only a sample of what's to come."
Richard felt his cock growing hard again.
"You think we could still see Alice tonight?" he asked. "Or do you think she's gone to sleep?"
"I'm sure she's awake," Gayle giggled. "Let's go have a party."
Gayle kept her hand on his prick as they went off to find Alice.