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AB-5593 CHAPTER ONE
Bill Brady gave his wife a shiny red convertible on their first wedding anniversary.
When Betty Brady woke up that morning, she reached out for her husband's cock and balls, expecting to enjoy a lovely morning fuck on this special day.
But Bill was not in bed.
The sexy redhead frowned, wondering why he had gotten up so early and left her unfucked. She was feeling horny, as she usually did when she woke up, and she was disappointed that he wasn't in bed.
It made her angry.
How dare he leave her unfucked on their anniversary? It would serve him right if she were to go out and get picked up and laid.
She just might do that, too, since she wasn't the world's most faithful wife – although her husband hadn't found out about her affairs, yet.
But she decided to finger-fuck herself to begin with, just to take the immediate pressure off her steaming pussy. She didn't want to put her panties on while her cunt was so soaking wet.
She began by feeling up her tits, kneading the tit-globes and plucking at the swollen pink tips. She cupped the heavy tit-mounds in her hands and lifted them, tipping her face down and sucking on the sensitive nipples.
Then she started to frig her fuck-hole, stabbing her fingers in with one hand while she used the other to give her clit a massage.
The pleasant glow of an oncoming orgasm was just beginning to stir in her loins when she heard a car pull up in the driveway, and then the front door open.
She heard footsteps on the stairs. Betty stopped finger-fucking herself, not wanting to be caught on the job. She licked the cunt-juice from her fingers to get rid of the evidence – and because the stuff was tasty, as well.
Then she sat up and looked innocent.
Bill came into the bedroom, smiling.
"Look out the window, honey," he said.
The naked redhead jumped up and moved to the window and saw a shiny red convertible parked below. She turned and gave him a questioning glance.
Bill dangled a set of car keys. "It's all yours, baby," he said. "Oh! Darling!" she cried, overjoyed. Betty had been wanting a car of her own for ages. Actually, she wanted it so that she didn't have to take public transportation when she went to visit the various men with whom she was fucking behind Bill's back. But, naturally, she didn't tell her husband that.
Now she felt very loving and affectionate towards Bill for the lovely gift.
"I've got a present for you, too, darling," she said, batting her eyes and smiling.
"Yeah? What?" he asked.
"Ummmmm – something you love," she sighed.
Her fat nipples were sticking out and her cunt was spilling plenty of cunt-juice down her inner thighs, and Bill had a pretty good idea what his present was going to be.
He began to undress.
He dropped his pants and his big fucker loomed out, heavy headed and thick stalked and gnarled with throbbing veins. His balls were swollen at the cock-base, and his open piss-hole was dribbling out pre-cum.
Betty licked her lips.
Bill always adored a blowjob and Betty was more than happy to accommodate him in her mouth – especially today, when he had just given her a convertible.
Naked, he flopped down on the big bed and lay on his back, with his hard cock towering up.
Betty curled up beside his hip. Her heavy tits swayed saucily as she leaned down. She gazed longingly at his cock, then glanced at his face.
"Is this what you want, darling?" she purred.
She made an oval of her lips and let her nimble lapper flick out tantalizingly.
"Yeah, kid – suck my prick!" he gasped. Betty gazed hungrily at the meaty delicacy, then ducked down and lapped at the babbling cock-tip.
Pre-cum tingled on her taste buds, and she moaned.
Bill arched his back, driving his stiff prick up against her pursed lips.
"Milk my cock, baby," he moaned. Betty laved all around the swollen slab of naked purple cock-meat, tasting the seepage, whetting her appetite for his full jism-load.
Then she sucked his big cock-head into her mouth and began to nurse on it.
She blew down his cock-shaft, then inhaled on that flaring slab of succulent, slimy cock-knob.
"Yeah, yeah – suck me off!" he wailed. Gooey ropes of spunk uncurled into her tongue as his piss-hole spilled out, the initial dribbles. Her lips collared his fat cock just below the crown. His cock-shaft was sticking out like a pipeline connecting his full cum-bags to her hungry panting lips.
Betty preferred to suck on only the head of his prick, instead of swallowing on down the stalk. She loved it when his fuck-juice spurted onto her tongue, so that she could taste the sweet stuff before she drank it down.
The horny redhead was relishing her husband's delectable cock-meat, but she was hungry for his cum-load and eager for the moment when he climaxed.
She folded her fist around his vibrant cock-shaft and began to stroke up and down as she sucked, adding manual stimulation to the suction of her mouth.
The heel of her hand bumped his bloated balls, and then she frigged up and nudged her gulping lips.
"Cum, darling – hose me," she urged him, her words muffled on his bulging prick-knob.
"Here it comes, honey!" he croaked, as his balls began to surge savagely at the base of his prick.
"Ummmmm – ummmmm!" she rasped, hot for his cum.
"Swallow my spunk, baby!" he cried.
His climax hit and his thick prick jolted as the jism came spurting out.
Suddenly Betty's mouth was full of fuck-juice.
She gulped his cum down and he fed her more, his cock spraying her checks and tongue and throat in squirt after slimy squirt as he slowly drained off his balls.
Betty sucked him dry.
She kept sucking his prick until she was sure that she had milked out every sweet drop of cum. Then she pulled her mouth off his prick and turned her radiant face up, parting her lips to let him see the last of his milky cum coating her pink tongue. She swallowed with her mouth open.
Then she used her tongue to gather up the stray cum from his lower cock-shaft and his balls.
She drew back and spread out, expecting Bill to throw a good fuck into her now.
But to her dismay, he got up and started to put his clothing back on.
"Hey! I didn't get to cum yet, sweetheart," Betty reminded him.
"I gotta get to work now, honey. I want more than just a quickie on our anniversary," he replied. "You keep your cunt simmering until I get home, and then I'll throw a long, slow fuck into you. Okay?"
Then Bill left – and left Betty frustrated. She began to finger-fuck herself again, licking her fingers from time to time. But she was a lot hornier now than she had been earlier, turned on by having had a mouthful of cock-meat and a drink of hot cum.
A hand-job wasn't going to satisfy her today.
She decided to telephone one of her lovers and invite him over for a piece of ass.
Betty felt a little guilty about cheating on Bill on their anniversary, especially after he had given her a shiny red convertible.
But it was his own fault, after all, for face-fucking her and leaving her cunt neglected.
Justifying her infidelity that way, Betty went to the telephone.
But she couldn't make up her mind which of her boyfriends to summon for sex. She wasn't sure that a single fuck would satisfy her a hell of a lot more than the fingerfucking had been doing.
So, feeling quite deliciously naughty, Betty decided to ask two guys to come over, to make sure that she got plenty of prick today.
What Bill didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She telephoned Vince Clayton and Joe Morris.
Both men were delighted by her unexpected invitation and said that they would be over right away.
While she waited Betty looked out the window, admiring her new car. But she didn't go out to look at it closer. She was still naked and saw no reason why she should bother to put any clothing on until after she had finished fucking with the two horny men who were on the way.
Bill went to work and, during a coffee break, happened to mention to his boss that today was his first wedding anniversary.
His boss was a romantic sort of fellow, and generous, to boot. He suggested that Bill should take the rest of the day off to spend with his sexy, redheaded wife. Bill thanked him profusely and left for home.
His boss went into the lavatory and hauled his cock out. He built some lurid fantasies about what Bill and curvaceous Betty were going to be doing soon, imagining all the graphic and juicy details of their fucking.
Then he jacked off.
But, nevertheless, he was a romantic and generous guy, and who could fault him for being imaginative?
Nor had he any idea at all that, by sending Bill home early and unexpectedly, he was going to be responsible for enlightening the husband to his wife's adultery…
Vince arrived first.
Betty, stark naked, met him at the door and they began to kiss and cuddle in the hallway.
He suggested that they go to bed.
"Not yet, honey – Joe Morris is coming over, too. I'm in the mood for lots of loving," she said.
Vince didn't mind sharing her with Joe.
After all, she wasn't his wife.
Joe got there a few minutes later.
He blinked in mild surprise at finding another guy already there. Then the two men grinned and winked at one another conspiratorially, glad to enjoy Betty between them – and thankful that their own wives were not so wanton.
Truth be told, both of their wives were getting their asses fucked off at that very moment. But that was another story and unlike Bill Brady, neither of them were going to arrive home and find out.
The three of them went up to Betty's bedroom.
Joe and Vince stripped naked and they all got onto the big marital bed together.
The men began to play with the naked woman.
And they were all so engrossed by their pleasures that none of them heard Bill come home…
Bill had noticed two strange cars parked in front of the house, but he thought nothing of it. He left his own car in the driveway behind the red convertible and entered the house, horny for a fuck, eager to sink his hard, hot prick into his loving wife's pussy.
As he started up the stairs, he heard plenty of moaning and panting, and the squeaking of the bedsprings.
He paused, then grinned.
He assumed his wife must be giving herself a hand-job, or maybe fucking herself with a salami or banana, as she often did to turn him on while, he watched.
Since he had cum in her mouth and left her without a cum in return, it was only understandable that the woman should be taking care of her hot pussy by hand.
But how fortunate that he had gotten home in time to take over the pleasant task of making her cream, he thought.
He went up the stairs, tiptoeing now, wanting to sneak a look at Betty as she masturbated, before he made his presence known.
He sneaked down the hall and looked into the room where he and his wife slept.
Anti the husband got a hell of a shock. He gulped and his jaw dropped open wide, and his eyes bulged out.
Betty lay in the center of the bed, between the two naked men, like the filling in a sandwich.
He knew who Vince and Joe were, but he sure as hell had never guessed what they were – his wife's lovers!
Two at a time!
And in his own bed, to boot!
And even on their anniversary!
Bill was hurt and furious and jealous. His first impulse was to rush in and confront them. But he held back. He told himself that it would be a good idea to spy for a while and find out just how naughty his wife really was – to gather the evidence before he accused her.
That was what he told himself, anyway, although the fact was that, along with all the other jumbled emotions, it was making Bill Brady very horny to play the peeper on his transgressing wife.
Lurking at the doorway, he looked – and his prick began to respond, swelling and jolting.
Each man was feeling a fat tit, and Betty was turning her head from side to side, kissing Joe and Vince in turn. Bill could see pink tongues sliding back and forth as his wife French-kissed her lovers.
Her rosy nipples stood up like juicy gumdrops as the men kneaded her big tits.
Betty slid a hand down and grasped Joe's stiff prick, fondling it and cupping his swollen balls. Her other hand dropped onto Vince's hard prick.
She frigged both men and they both ducked down to suck on her rigid nipples.
Joe groped down her gently rounded belly and cupped his hand on her bushy cunt mound, dipping her fingers into her crotch to caress her cunt.
Vince reached down, too, and started to pull on her stiff cut while Joe finger-fucked her cunt.
"Ummmmm – ahhhhh!" the faithless redhead sighed, as they fingered her frothy fuck-hole and nursed on her explosive tit-tips.
She threw her meaty thighs open wide, spreading her loins invitingly.
"Give me some stiff prick!" she whimpered.
Vince and Joe, each with a mouthful of tit, looked at each other, obviously wondering which one should fuck her to begin with.
Bill knew that if he made his presence known at this stage, he could prevent his wife from going all the way with her lovers. But he figured that she must have fucked both of them lots of times before, because there was a familiar intimacy about the situation. It would only be another slice off a cut loaf.
Besides, if he were to prevent the fucking, he wouldn't be able to watch it.
And Bill was hot to spy on Betty as she cuckolded him all the way.
Vince and Joe were politely waiting for Betty to select her first fucker.
Betty didn't give a shit what the sequence was, as long as they both fucked her.
She tossed a mental coin and tugged on Vince's large, formidable prick.
He grinned and rolled on top of her.
Both men were pleased, in fact.
Vince felt proud because she had chosen him for the first fuck. And Joe was smug, figuring that the redhead was saving the best for last.
Vince knelt between her thighs and Betty guided the head of his cock into her cuntgash. Holding the cock-shaft, she rubbed the bulging cock-knob around in her gooey pussy-slot and against her inflamed clit.
She began to pull his prick into her pussy.
"Shove it up me, baby," she whined. "Give me all of your big fucker!"
Vince began to sink his prick in slowly, burying it inch by inch up her cunt-hole.
He fucked in balls-deep and held the full penetration, as Betty wriggled and squirmed on his prick like a fish struggling on a gaff.
She began to fuck before he did, pulling her pussy up and down on a few inches of his cock.
Then he fell into the rhythm with her. He fucked his cock in as she jerked down and drew out to the cock-knob as she whipped her loins up. His balls swung in and slapped against the cheeks of her ass as he sank his prick in to the hilt.
She tossed her legs up and hooked her knees around his haunches, riding him from below.
Each time his cock-lance stuffed her full, cunt-juice came pumping from her pussy, lathering her loins, streaming down to seep into the crack of her churning ass, ribboning down the insides of her thighs.
While Vince fucked her, Joe continued to suck on her swollen nipples and feel her cunt, adding another dimension to the sensation of getting fucked.
"Cum in me – cum, baby!" she moaned.
If Betty had had only one man in bed with her, she would have preferred to make it a prolonged fucking – but the greedy girl was already looking forward to the second cuntful before the first fuck was finished.
Her clit was smoldering like a lighted fuse and the core of her cunt was melting.
Vince grunted and gasped loudly.
His fiery fucker hissed in and his cumload splashed into the depths of her cunt-hole.
Bill thought he could hear the guy's cum gurgling in his wife's cock-stuffed cunt.
She squealed and creamed and Vince hammered away, emptying his balls spurt by spurt.
He faltered and missed a stroke.
His prick was still fat and firm, although his balls were slack, and Betty would have held him in her – except that Joe was awaiting his turn at her cunt.
She unwrapped her legs from Vince's hips, and he pulled his prick and flopped over on his back, panting and grinning, his cock semi-stiff and swaying over his belly. The cock-meat was awash with cunt-cum and jizz.
It was driving Bill crazy to see his wife's cunt-nectar glistening on another man's cock.
Then Joe hopped aboard.
He fitted his cock-head into her sodden cunt-slot, paused, then drove it all the way up. Betty squealed and started to fuck him immediately.
Joe elevated his ass and fucked in from above, sliding every inch of his long, thick, heavily veined cock-shaft across her clit as it sank in and pulled out.
Betty's pussy was so full of Vince's cum that it felt to Joe as if he were shoving his prick into a paste pot. He had to tug back hard against the suction.
He held her under the upthrust cheeks of her ass and pounded his prick in passionately, surging towards a quick crest, his balls ballooning.
His cum-load was all set to shoot, his potency heightened by the delay while he waited for his turn.
Betty felt his cock lurch violently.
She started to cream off again and wailed for him to give her his cum.
"Hose me, Joe! Cream my cunt!" Joe heaved in and howled. Betty undulated under him, her cunt sucking on his cock.
His fizz sloshed up her as plentifully and lavishly as Vince's had.
Once again, her husband thought he could hear the guy's thick cum splash in the core of her cunt. He groaned silently and watched in utter fascination.
Joe drained his cock and balls into the insatiable redheaded housewife. Then he slumped, spent.
Betty continued to wriggle on his cock for a while, working off the final spasms of her cumming and making certain that his own load was drained to the dregs.
He drew his prick out of her pussy and, Vince had, collapsed on his back beside her.
Betty stayed spread out, a blissful smile on her face, her cunt-slot gaping open, retaining the shape of the big cock that had stuffed her so full.
Cum and cunt-cream poured from her gaping fuck-hole, turning her groin to a morass.
Her husband stared at her faithless pussy in a sort of trembling awe.
Bill was no longer jealous or angry or hurt.
The man had become an instant voyeur.
Now he was perfectly content to peep longer, if the fucking continued. The last thing on earth that he wanted to do was to interrupt them.
But, in his fascination, Bill had stepped right into the open doorway to get the best possible look at all the creamy details.
Concentrating on watching, he didn't realize that he, too, could be seen…
Betty lay there, quietly panting for a few minutes.
Then she slid down on the bed, between the two men. Two fucks had been so nice that she wanted more.
Both guys' balls were slack, but their pricks were still half-hard. And Betty knew how to stiffen them up again.
She took Vince's prick-head into her sensual lips and began to suck softly. The cockknob flared instantly and his balls began to inflate again.
She adored mouthing cock-meat that was slathered with cuntjuice, and when she had nursed all the fuck-slime from Vince's cock, she switched over to Joe.
Vince's cock-head was polished like a purple gemstone now, slick with her saliva, and she started to suck on Joe's slimy fucker, enjoying the taste treat while her magic mouth revived his prick.
She inhaled on his cock-head, then blew down it as if to inflate his balls with her breath. Her silken eyelashes fluttered and her lips were smiling with pleasure on the head of his delectable prick.
Then she saw her husband standing, open mouthed at the bedroom door…
"Ohmigod!" Betty squawked.
Vince and Joe looked up, alarmed.
When they saw Bill, they both blushed with guilt.
Betty yanked her lips off Joe's prick, horrified.
Would her husband beat her? Would he leave her? Had she wrecked her happy marriage by her promiscuity? She was trembling with shame.
And Bill didn't know what to do.
As long as they had not been aware of his presence, he would have been glad to spy on them as long as they continued to suck and fuck.
But he couldn't tell them that. Bill considered that it was perverse for a guy to enjoy watching his wife fuck other men. He would have been too ashamed to confess that he had loved it and to have told them to continue.
But he had to react somehow.
He, too, was blushing, but they assumed that he was flushed by rage.
Then he saw the car keys on the nightstand, and it gave him his out. Feigning an anger that he did not feel at all, he marched into the room.
Betty flinched back in fear.
Joe and Vince raised their hands to ward him off.
If they happened to notice that the front of his pants was bulging out enormously, it didn't register.
"Errrr… ahhhh… darling," Betty stammered.
But she could think of nothing to say.
It was obviously not a case of rape. And there was no way that her husband would believe that she had just taken two cocks up her cunt by some sort of mistake.
The men eyed him warily, hoping he did not attack them while they were naked and vulnerable.
But Bill moved to the nightstand and snatched up the car keys.
"Happy fucking anniversary!" he snarled to Betty.
Then he turned and stormed out, leaving his wife naked on the bed with her two lovers. They all looked at each other in dismay.
But they had been caught and it was too late to do anything about it now and, since her husband had left, they figured they might as well fuck some more.
They didn't expect him to return soon. And, anyhow, one couldn't be hanged twice for the same crime.
And Vince and Joe were both already well hung, anyway.
Betty was worried and troubled about her marriage, but she could still console herself on some more cock.
And, in truth, she didn't need to worry at all…
Bill went out and got into the red convertible and sat shaking behind the wheel. He felt that he had salvaged his pride somewhat, by pretending to be furious and taking back her anniversary present.
But his prick was on the rampage. He was too worked up to return the car to the dealer where he'd bought it, which was on the other side of town. He was in a hurry to return home again, as soon as he had made his gesture of revenge. And besides, he didn't trust himself to drive very far with such a hard-on. So much blood had gone into the building of that towering erection that he felt dizzy and light-headed.
Bill drove to the nearest used-car dealer and left the car to be sold on consignment.
"Take whatever you can get," he told the dealer, impatient to be off.
Bill headed back home, where his wife was continuing to be unfaithful to him – as he had hoped.
And that was why a shiny red convertible came on the used-car market on the same day that eighteen-year-old Dolly Donovan passed her driver's test.