Kathy was somber and subdued when they finally started for home. She sat strangely silent and unaware as Don threaded their car through late night traffic on the expressway leading to their apartment. Passing lights scattered dancing sparkles in her long blonde hair, but her face remained rigid and cold as a plaster mask.
"Something's bothering you," he said.
"Hhhnmmm," she replied without emotion. It wasn't like her. Kathy's spirits usually bubbled like champagne.
"What is it?" he asked. He thought he knew – that after the abandoned delights of illicit sex, the nagging guilt of a prudish upbringing had caught up with her.
"I've been thinking about the house," she said in a flat voice.
"The house?" Don felt shock waves of relief.
"Yes… I love that house. I want it so much… but I'm afraid to get my hopes up."
"George said he knows the vice president at the bank that handles mortgage loans, and with the four of us together we've got more than enough income to qualify. What can go wrong?"
"Something… anything. I don't know." Don's words were only faintly reassuring. They'd filled out all the necessary forms before they left, and it all looked good on paper. But still, Kathy had her fear of disappointment.
"I thought maybe you were bothered… by what we did back there."
"You mean fucking with Ellen and George?" she asked bluntly. "Shit, no… that was the best damn thing that ever happened to us."
Don nearly choked on surprise swelling in his throat. "You mean that?"
"Of course I mean it. We both knew something was wrong between us. Our sex life was the shits!"
"Er, well… I didn't think it was quite that bad." Don felt uneasy now. It was the first time he and Kathy had ever discussed sex openly and frankly.
"I was so fucking timid, and you were so God damned impatient. We weren't worth piss together in bed."
"I guess you're right," he said. He hadn't wanted to admit it before.
"Don't feel bad," she said brightly. "I don't think it was your fault… or mine."
"Then whose was it? We've never slept with anyone else."
"I know, and I think that's the trouble… that's what's so plain fucking stupid. I don't know why I never thought of it before."
"Thought of what?"
"Well, you were so hot for your pretty little virgin bride. And I was all weak-kneed and trembling with delight thinking: Oh, joy… my handsome husband belongs only to me."
"Yeah?" Don couldn't see yet what she was getting at.
"Well, how shit ass stupid can it get? Marriage is the one place where people prize a complete lack of experience. Can you imagine applying for a job and saying you should be really good because you've never done it before and don't know a damn thing about it?"
"That does sound pretty silly," he agreed.
Kathy nodded, and the lights sparkled brightly in her eyes. It did her good to talk, to finally give voice to thoughts that had troubled her for too long. "You had to practice and prove your skills to get a job as a welder… right?"
"Right."
"And. I had to study like hell and pass a test to beome an LVN – but we both got married without knowing shit from salami about sex."
"Then you don't mind what we did with Ellen and George?"
"Mind? I can hardly wait to do it again! If we get that new house, the first thing I'm going to do is lie bare ass naked in front of the fireplace and let George fuck me while you watch… I mean really watch close-up. I want you to see what that old son of a bitch does to me with his cock!"
Don gulped uneasily, chilled at first by the thought. "All right," he agreed. "Maybe you should watch Ellen with me… that woman's cunt does things you can't believe!"
"I'm going to do more than watch," Kathy said. "First chance I get, I'm going to get my tongue into her so I can feel everything she does. Then, damn your horny ass. I'll get that big prick of yours and do it even better!"
"I'm glad we're getting this all worked out," he said.
"Me too. I didn't like the way things were going." She paused, feeling slightly nervous despite the frankness of their conversation. "There's an intern where I work who has been hot for me, and I was really tempted."
"I've been tempted too," he said to ease her mind.
"I know, I saw the redhead where you work the last time I came by to pick you up. Those beady green eyes of hers swarmed all over the prick lump in your pants."
Don laughed, weakly at first, then in full relief. "I'd still like to see if her cunt hair is red."
"Go ahead. Fuck her the first chance you get."
"You mean it?"
"Yes, I mean it." Then Kathy grinned and tossed her long blonde hair. "The intern I told you about, wonders the same thing he asked if my cunt hair is gold too. Tomorrow I'm going to let him find out."
He said cautiously, "You really think that's all right?"
Kathy answered with a quick nod. "I wouldn't have liked it at all if you sneaked around – you know, made up some story about having to work late so you could fuck that little red fox. And I don't want to lie or cheat on you… but I do want to try that young doctor's big cock."
"What about George and Ellen?"
She grinned and softly stroked her long blonde hair. "Well maybe then we'll be able to teach them a thing or two."
"That would be a real switch. I sure hope we're able to buy that house. The idea sounds better all the time."
"Just remember what you've learned already, and keep thinking how much you want that house when you go with George to see the vice president at the bank tomorrow."
"Remember what I've learned? For God's sake, I can't say anything about that in the damn bank!"
"Don't say… do," Kathy told him. "Do what?"
She shot a sly grin. "Didn't George tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"About that friend of his, the vice president?"
"What about him?"
"Not him, lover… her!"
"Ooooh, fuck!"
"I'm sure that's what she has in mind. George said he thought it would take both of you to satisfy her stiff requirements."
It took three weeks for all the paperwork to go through, but time passed so quickly that neither Don nor Kathy had a chance to count the days. Besides nightly visits with George and Ellen, Don had to make three extra trips to the bank.
"I don't believe that friend of yours," he said to George one night when the four were together in the condo living room. "She called and said there was something she had to straighten out…"
Ellen said, "Get used to it. She's a modern woman. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And she didn't get to be a vice president at the bank by being bashful and shy."
"Some men can't seem to handle that," Kathy said.
"The handsome young intern?" Ellen guessed.
She nodded, sending glimmering waves of gold down her back. "For weeks he hinted around, you know – making sly, sexy remarks. Accidentally bumping into me to cop a free feel, and crap like that. Well, after Don and I had our talk, I said: Doc, let's cut the bullshit, shall we? If you want to fuck, I'm ready!"
"And what happened?" Ellen wondered. The twist of her grin hinted she already knew.
"I thought he was going to faint!"
"I would have too if a woman had said something like that to me before we met Ellen and George," Don said.
"But you liked the way that little redhead got all hot and bothered looking at the bulge in your pants," Kathy reminded him.
"That was different…"
"Sure," Ellen said, shaking her head. "She waited for you to make the first move. But more and more women are too honest and outspoken to sit around waiting…"
"And I'm one of them," Kathy said with new firmness in her voice. "George, if you want to fuck… I'm ready!"
Just then the phone rang. "You two go ahead," Ellen said. "I'll take the call." She was stark naked, jet-black hair spilled over her shoulders and down to veil the nipples of her firm, proud tits.
"Hello?"
The sight of her had Don's cock throbbing impatiently. The auburn-haired temptress he knew at work was good. Kathy was better, but still learning. Ellen, despite being twice his age, excited him wildly.
"Yes," she said pleasantly, "this is Ellen Chambers. Oh, yes… how are you?"
Don still didn't know who she was talking to nor did he care. He crept up behind her and stroked her long raven hair with one hand while guiding his enormous hard-on between her legs with the other.
"Uuunnngh," she gulped in a startled voice. "Oh, that's great!" Don's cock lanced up at a sharp angle, pressing hard on the wet black fur of her cunt lips. "Yes, really great!"
Ellen capped the phone and snarled, "You sonuvabitch, let me get off the fucking telephone!"
"I'm too honest and outspoken to sit around waiting," he hissed in a mocking whisper.
"What?" Ellen had the receiver clamped against one ear while Don's hot breath teased the other. "Oh, yes – he's right here. Would you like to speak to him?"
Don assumed the call was for George and reached beneath Ellen's arms to fondle both of her bulging tits. "It's for you," she said, smiling coyly.
"Me?"
"Yes, your friend from the bank."
"Oh, God! Er, hello… how are you?"
Ellen circled behind him with a vindictive chuckle rumbling in her throat. She pressed and squirmed against him, raking her hot nippled tits across his shoulder blades while she ground her luscious cunt mound on the cheeks of his ass.
"Aaagggh," Don said, his voice rising sharply in surprise. "Aaah, I'm fine. Just fine. Uuuuuunngh!"
Ellen snaked both arms around his narrow waist. With one hand she cupped and stroked his aching balls. With the other, she began a slow and sensuous drumming on his cock.
"Damn it," he hissed, his hand capped over the mouthpiece. "I'm trying to talk on the fucking phone!"
Ellen cooed softly in his ear. "Go ahead. Unless you talk through the knob of your cock, I'm not going to disturb you." Her fingers glided over rippled muscles as she swung around in front, dropping meekly to her knees.
"Aaah, no… that won't be inconvenient for me. Gruuuungh!" Ellen's soft lips closed warmly on the crimson knob of his cock. Her tongue curved and swept around the thick ridge, raking the tender flesh just beyond.
Don let out a whoop of triumphant delight and slammed down the phone. "We got it!" he shouted. "The loan has been approved. We've bought ourselves a house!"
"Hhhmmmm, good," George said, his voice muffled by the writhing grip of Kathy's thighs. She had her legs hooked and locked behind his neck, keeping his face buried in her blonde ringed crotch.
Ellen's mincing lips moved down the shaft of Don's cock with a slow, circular pulling motion that seemed to suck all the strength from his body. His knees trembled and his hard muscled upper body swayed as if in tormented delight.
"Aaaahhh," Kathy moaned. "Mmmungh!" George was trying a new tongue stroke on her clit, swift diagonal strokes that left her limp and moaning cries of sheer ecstasy. "When – Grunngh! – do we sign the final papers?"
"At ten tomorrow morning," Don said, straining for control. Ellen took savage delight in making him cum with just a few incredible strokes of her tongue. He clenched his teeth and formed a hard knot of self-control at the root of his cock to block the steaming flow.
"But," be added, "she wants me to come at nine. Runnnngh!"
Ellen parted her sucking lips just wide enough to grumble, "You're going to cum before nine! You're going to cum in about three seconds." She clasped her lips again, extending the sleek folds of velvet-soft flesh, reaching for the tense knot holding back the flow of hot jism she hungered for so wildly.
"Aaaaahhh!" Don gasped. Her tongue moved in soft ripples along the underside of his prick, stroking and teasing his tortured cum tube. His cock pulsed dry spurts, straining and trembling with the need to fire. Don felt a steady ringing in his ears from the increase of steaming pressure in his balls.
"Damn you," he growled. He felt his tightly clamped ring of cock muscle soften and then give way to the powerful suction of clinging lips and the dance of her clever tongue. A searing spurt of cum boiled up from his balls, but rather than give in to her demands, he reared back and yanked his throbbing cock from her mouth an instant before jism began to gush.
Hot cream jetted from the slit of his prick and splattered on the bridge of her nose, dripping and running slowly down to gaping lips that trembled with the shock of denial.
"Blaaaahhh," she cried as her tongue snaked out to lap it up. "Unnugh, let me suck it! Let me drink your gushing cum!"
"Try to catch it," he said, taunting her by swaying side to side, spraying one cheek and then the other.
"Arrrgh! Don't waste it! God, I want to drink every drop!"
"But this time we're doing what I want," Don insisted, still waving his prick like a fire hose. "And I want to squirt cream all over your beautiful big tits!"
Don gripped his long cock with a hand clenched tight enough to hold back the creamy flow until the burning pressure in his balls brought stinging tears to his eyes. Then he let fly creamy globs that splashed against the hard red nipple of her left tit.
"Oooooh," she groaned, unable to reach it with her tongue. "I want it! I want to suck hot cum!"
Don laughed and let go another blast to spray her other tit.
"Uuunnngh," she moaned, grasping at her cum drenched tits with frantic motions of her hands. Ellen swayed, delirious from the warm shower of gushing cum. She crossed her arms as though to embrace her own trembling naked body and smeared her sleek curves with his molten flow.
"Hhhhmmm!" she purred. "It feels so slick and warm! I'd like to swim in it! I'd like to soak in a tub of hot cum and squirm like a greased eel!"
Ellen swayed before him on her knees, raving lewd words of savage joy while she smeared silver jism on her lush curves with sweeping strokes of her excited hands. She thought she'd experienced every sensuous pleasure there was to know, but writhing naked in a hot spray of cum was a sensation completely new. Her whole body sparkled with the sheen of lusty delight.
Even more satisfying was the way Don had taken command. He towered over her, leaning forward to let the last dribbles of his volcanic discharge fall thick and wet in her dense thatch of raven cunt hair.
"Hhhhmmmmm!" the sound came from deep in her throat as both hands dropped to swirl and spread his rich cockcream in the soft dark collar spread wide above her cunt hole. "George! Oooh, I want you too. Spray me with your cum!"
George needed little persuasion. Sucking Kathy's sweet young cunt had swollen his cock hard and had filled his balls with an aching load. He looked around and saw his wife writhing on the floor and said to Kathy, "Let's do it!"
She didn't know what George had in mind, but Ellen's ecstatic raving was enough to draw her interest. She'd cum once in response to George and his talented cunt licking and her tingling body felt ready far something new.
George caught on fast, and he grinned, watching how his wife tossed on the floor at his feet, her whole luscious body slathered with sheening cum. "Give me a hand job," he said to Kathy. "Whip my big cock until it sprays all over that horny bitch!"
Don sat back to watch, one last small drop of jism shining bright on the tip of his prick. It pleased him to see how expertly Kathy coiled her hands around the enormous hard-on George had positioned over his moaning wife.
"Uuummm-hmmmmm! That little bitch learns fast!" George said as she began silky, quick pumping strokes.
But exciting George and his huge prick with teasing finger strokes was not nearly enough for the turned-on young blonde. Her head began to bob excitedly in time with his groin-thumping cock strokes. Long waves of shimmering gold ran down her back, and her lips spread wide.
Ellen watched through half closed eyes, shivering expectantly, eager for another silver shower. "Don't you suck it, you little cunt. Don't you dare drink a single drop!"
"Hhhmmmm-hhhmmmm!" Kathy hummed in a tone that showed nothing but ravenous hunger for hot prick. Her tongue flashed out and curved along the side of George's throbbing cock, then back to circle tightly around his bulging prick knob.
"Hhhooooo," he moaned.
Don watched intently, hardly able to believe this was his young wife – the one who shuddered at the mere mention of eating cock just a short time ago. Watching the lewd dance of her hungry tongue brought fresh blood hammering back into his cock. His prick began to swell, and he could hardly wait to shoot off and splatter Ellen again, this time with his own wife working to trigger the flow.
The young golden-haired woman had learned that whatever felt good on her clit also felt good on the head of a man's big prick, and she began the swift, demanding diagonal strokes that George had used on her only moments before.