"The Reluctant Swappers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Grant)

Chapter 4

Dick Green rested one arm lightly across the back of the seat as he eased his car onto Oro Canyon Road. He gazed briefly across to the passenger seat, where Sharon Fleming stared out the window at the magnificence of the plush homes lining her side of the street, and smiled lewdly to himself. It had been easier than he'd expected!

He'd called up Sharon in the middle of the afternoon, as he and his wife had planned the night before, and found that she didn't know where her husband had disappeared to. Dick had told her that Ron had gone to offer Myra some critique of her paintings, and then proposed that they go to his home to join the two "artists" for some drinks. Sharon had hesitated, but then accepted gratefully, and Dick had picked her up at her house not 20 minutes later, barely able to keep his excitement in check when she greeted him at the door dressed in the shortest of mini dresses. Her smoothly creamy thighs had raised in him an almost unbearable anticipation, and it was all he could do now to keep from reaching out and caressing her as she sat so unsuspectingly beside him.

"We're almost there," he said to her, smiling warmly.

"What a beautiful neighborhood," Sharon returned, without turning her head from the window. She hadn't imagined that the Green's were so well off But then again, he was the vice-president of a bank…

She'd been hesitant at first about accepting his invitation for drinks, partly at any rate because of the strained atmosphere between Ron and herself that morning. Although she hadn't wanted to admit it to her husband, Sharon had been deeply hurt by his almost animalistic behavior the night before. But then she'd decided that perhaps a few drinks with a gregarious couple like the Greens were perhaps just what the doctor ordered, that this was the perfect chance to ease the tension between them. She was in good spirits now, as the car made its way up the broad avenue of Oro Canyon Road, and she turned to her host gaily.

"Are Ron and Myra expecting us?" she asked him.

"No, we're going to surprise them," Dick whispered back conspiratorially.

"I hope Ron is still there. He might have left by now."

"I somehow doubt that," Dick chuckled. He turned the car into his driveway, and pulled quietly up in front of their rambling home. He got out and shut his door as noiselessly as he could, and then watched Sharon close her door almost soundlessly with feminine grace. Perfect!

Now if everything was as planned…

"Well, Ron is still here anyway." Sharon said to him. "At least his car is." Sharon impulsively linked her arm in Dick Green's as they made their way around the Fleming's car and up into the house Dick opened the door without a sound, and ushered Sharon inside. The living room was empty.

"Now, where could they be?" Dick asked himself aloud, barely able to keep a smile from his lips. "Maybe they're back in Myra's studio."

Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Dick and Sharon's ears. It seemed to be coming from the opened sliding doom that apparently led into the backyard.

"Oh God, Myra, that's it! Suck me! Suck my cock, you beautiful, loveable whore!"

Sharon froze, her mind joggled by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Dick.

Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel.

"What, what was that?" she managed.

"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like… Ron!" he whispered. The picture of indignation and anger, he grabbed Sharon's tender hand.

"C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"

"But, I…"

Sharon was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Dick Green. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility, but yet an all too real reality. But the banker's strength was too much. Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Sharon let him take her to the sliding doors, and there, hidden by some hanging drapes, she peered onto the grassy stretch of back yard. She took one quick glance and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to die, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous defilement of her soul, was too great! Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streamed face into the comforting broadness of Dick's chest.

"Oh, no… no, no, it can't be! Not Ron!" she moaned, her sounds of anguish muffled by Dick's body. "I don't believe it!"

What she had so briefly seen was her husband and Myra Green locked in the age-old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy beach towel, completely naked, their hands coursing over each other's bodies, their mouths and tongues bobbing hungrily up and down between each other's legs. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the lewd wet sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the air.

Dick Green maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife moaning with abandon while she voraciously sucked the large, wetly glistening cock sawing between her lips, and as he saw Ron's wildly bobbing head licking the pink, tender flesh of Myra's pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his always eager cock begin to harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Sharon, feeling her softly ripened curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, violently strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the shamelessly fucking couple on the large towel. But he knew women well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Sharon fumed into anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and stupidly abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.

"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.

Dick tried to look pained as he folded his arms about her protectively.

"It's true, Sharon. I'm afraid it's true."

She shuddered. "They're acting like… animals!" She tried to blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on the picture of Ron and Myra in their perverted pose. How could he do such a things She remembered the previous night, when he had acted so bestially. And now he was doing this unbelievably obscene thing to another woman…

Almost hypnotically, Sharon fumed and saw again the salacious sight before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Myra was at a fever pitch, her tightly ovaled mouth straining to swallow the whole rigid penis pumping in and out between her lips. Even as Sharon watched, Myra devoured the moistly shining cock all the way up to Ron's pubic hair, so that none of the thick fleshy shaft was left to view. She continued to stare, frozen by shock, stunned by the blatantly lewd scene.

Myra's free hand was pumping up and down on the long hard shaft in lewd rhythm with her licking, and as she inhaled the pungent masculine odor of him, a wild thrill of excitement rippled through her. Expertly, she ceased her wild tongue washing, and then, with infinite slowness, closed her lips warmly and moistly around the hard rubbery head, pressuring it just below the mushroomed cap, holding it tight like a rubber band.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm… Christ, your hot little mouth feels good on my cock…" Ron moaned into her warm perfumed pussy as he pushed his thick throbbing cock into her lust contorted face. He felt her teeth nibbling gently at the spongy flesh, and her tongue tripping eagerly around his long sensitive hardness, as she slowly began to move her soft warm mouth up and down its full length.

She continued to suck and lick more hungrily on the distended organ, goading it into an even greater rigidity and width, her palm kneading softly and teasingly at the roiling heavy sac of his testicles. Her wetly sucking lips ovaled even more tightly around the throbbing circumference as she strove to enclose more and more of it in her warm buttery mouth, taking it far back inside her until the tip of it was brushing against her tonsils. Her cheeks were puffed with the hotly pulsating flesh inside as her fingers held the vein-marbled shaft around the base, guiding it into her wildly salivating mouth… and she felt the pulse beat of his turbulent hot blood as it coursed through the virile young cock she had excited to the supreme heights of arousal by her wanton, unabashed sucking…

Sharon drew in her breath as she watched her husband take his hands and spread Myra Green's fleshy inner thighs even further apart to reveal the moist, blood engorged vaginal slit and its wetly throbbing pink surface matted with his saliva. Then Ron dropped his head again, and Myra's shamelessly writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. Out there, on the towel, Dick's wife moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around his head, her nakedly sculptured hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.

Involuntarily, subconsciously, Sharon found herself beginning to thaw with Myra's lewd undulations as Ron continued to gluttonously lick the woman's vaginal area. "I can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!"

"No," Dick said."

"But you can't… that's your wife, and… we must stop them!"

Her words were a jumble of incoherence, an idiot's babbling. Dick knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her shock-dazed eyes.

"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level headed about this."

"Then let's leave. Now! Take me home, Dick please!"

Nodding agreement, he led her out the way they'd come and back toward the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll talk this over on the way back, like full-grown adults."

Sharon managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain control, she let Dick hand her into the car.

He reached in across her lap, brushing against her firmly curved thighs, opened the glove compartment, and brought out a large flask.

"Here. Drink this. It's scotch. It'll help."

She did, willingly, taking a long swallow. Gratefully she handed the flask back, but he indicated she keep it. Getting in, he started the car and backed quietly down the driveway.

They didn't talk for awhile, and the bewildered young wife's head swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Ron so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that! And then there was Myra, with her long tanned legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking his… sucking… Sharon took yet another drink of the flask she clasped tightly in her anguished hands.

Ron's cock, thought Myra as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Dick had been right: the Flemings had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Ron first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill a whole new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks.

She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing that she and Ron might at his very moment be under observation spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Sharon Fleming… and that thought sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust perverted senses. She loved that!

She adored to have her sensually perfect body displayed and paraded in front of voyeurs and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang fucked on a stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Dick, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the exciting warmth of Ron's magnificently pulsating cock.

She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals, smeared as they were with her own vaginal lubricating juices, and the thought of what she was doing sent wild tremors of delight coursing through her. Her warm wet tongue brushed along the thick base of the hot pole of flesh and grazed the wide underside to its coronal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, washing and playing with it with caressing, lapping strokes. And then she returned to its base and the hair covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips, as her warm saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the towel beneath them. She removed his wildly pulsating cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon air making Ron moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she coated his balls with sweeps of her hot hungry mouth, her full red lips bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Ron moaned again and raised his leg, making Myra move over him more fully; and then she squatted over him, her legs on either side of his head, her nakedly widespread cunt mashed down against his face, while she trailed her tongue along his foreskin. She continued to stroke him, to squeeze and jerk his massively hardened shaft with her hand, the tantalizing beat making him squirm and lift his legs to expose the crinkled little brown star of his anus.

Myra licked along the cord like ridge between his widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly around his tightly puckered anal opening, painting his inner thighs with the saliva of her love, then stiffening her tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire like lashes of his tongue and flaming sweep of his heatedly eager mouth upon her erect clitoral bud and cunt. She was wild with a mindless erotic frenzy, the sensations jolting her belly and loins with almost high voltage intensity and driving her with breakneck speed to a crashing orgasm. God! She had to cum with his beautiful giant cock in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating to the sudden spewing of his mighty cum. She had to taste his warm semen, to suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his sperm churning scrotum and along his heavy, sheering, blood-infused shaft at its pulsating head, before wetly slipping her tightly ovaled lips down over it again.

Ron groveled in her cunt, her spasmodic up and down fucking rhythm in finely honed tune to his hard thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to this wonderfully hot bitch overwhelmed him; and the excitement of it all still blotted out any thoughts except the delicious sexual encounter of which he was a willing partner. It had been like a scene from some stag movie or an all too vivid wet dream, it was unbelievable… just to lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move nakedly to the out-of-doors. Dick Green's wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation, unlike the still modest wife of his. Myra strutted around the house completely naked, her full ripe breasts jiggling proudly, her firmly tanned thighs and cum soaked pubic hair enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical excitement at parading in front of her, his semi hard, still blood engorged cock dangling and swaying pendulously between the lumps of his spent balls.

Then stretching nakedly out under the warm sun…

The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight, entirely in the open…

These had all been new to Ron, and tremendously arousing! Within seconds, she had made him fully erect again, and then climbed over him, taking his huge pulsating hardness with her hand to lead it into her dilated, wetly gaping pussy. She had fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the rubbery hard nipples of her softly dangling breasts. Wild… absolutely, mind blowing wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another stream of sticky cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her cunt and he had happily acquiesced. He was kissing her moistly perfumed pussy now, while she in turn licked and teased his eagerly throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel the soft fleece of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a hot desire ridden pussy as it blossomed to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant sensual female, he was doing just that! If only Sharon, his own wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue in her cunt; his cock in her mouth… Oh God! He could feel his lust swollen member flow along the inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.

He breathed hard and blew into her, the proud cheeks of her smoothly rounded ass clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, pushing his mouth hard up against the sweet wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed in ecstasy. He drew her over him so that her wetly palpitating, soft pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips. Then holding her tight around the hips, so she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue forward between the warm fleshy vaginal as far as it would go. He heard her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She jerked forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him harder. Her heated palpitating vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to eagerly curl and flick his tongue at the expanse of her pearl white backside. He sucked and licked while she wantonly ground her ass around his face, almost out of control.

Her wildly twitching cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her sleek inner thighs and his chin while he ran his tongue around and around her stretched vaginal opening. He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides of his cheeks, and he plunged slave like, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her excited young cunt with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex flared nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her pussy and its deepest lubrications, her thin sweat filmed skin, and the orifice of her anus. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm, slick pussy and he moved along to the little brown anal ring, rimming the crinkled edge and darting inside with stabbing thrusts that brought shrieks of wild delight from her suddenly insane body. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cuntal lips and plunged into the wet pink layers to discover her tremblingly erect clitoris. He began to suck and tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love, while she churned and writhed above him in the lewd dance of unholy desire.

She was almost ready to cum!

He rammed his tongue deep down around her writhing hole, rounding and covering her viscous opening to bring yet further guttural moans from her cock filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched him viciously, and he could feel her wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the nibbling, hair lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by the roots, devouring it completely with all its might. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her hotly palpitating pussy against his face as he licked the tormented, flame seared vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her nakedly writhing body and she sucked savagely, almost painfully, on his penis with an ever-increasing vacuum and strokes.

Then suddenly she stiffened, and Ron heard her mumble, "AAAAAAGGGGGGH!

"I'm… I'm going to… going… to…!"

Her whole being seemed to explode over him, and he could no longer hold his climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm threatened to burst along its narrow tube… my God, its never… been this good … before! And he knew, with a great jolt of lewd excitement, that he was about to cum in her mouth!

"I'm… I'm cuuuummmmmniiinnnnnggg!"

Ron knew she was straining to climax, and then she began to wantonly twist and wrench herself, her teeth biting his cock like a dog chewing a bone as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating fluid spread its sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, as she grunted out her mind shattering orgasm. In spite of her sawing movement as she suddenly thrust deep over his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth as the first hot rain of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat.

Myra's head bobbed furiously over his thick erupting shaft as she hungrily sucked the hot shooting jets of his semen, her tightly ovaled mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan in forbidden delight beneath her as he rammed his wildly jerking penis yet deeper in her throat. His heatedly pulsating cock continued its wild ejaculation, the vengeance of his seething hot semen drenching her gullet. Myra groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple bobbed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream which squirted so hotly and without let up into her. She clenched her lips in a tight elastic ring around the long jumping penis so as not to lose one precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly unending torrent, until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then, with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her soft warm mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his penis sliding from her cum glistening lips with a wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at Ron, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to his belly. And the lewd sight was so exciting that he felt the first tentative stirrups of a resurrection and, miraculously knew he could go again… anytime she was ready.

"What are we going to do about… them?" Dick Green asked as he and Sharon sat in the living room of the Fleming's home. His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner emotion of high elation was well hidden.

"Oh, my God, I just don't know!" Sharon dropped her head into her hands, tears streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. She sobbed like a small child. "I never thought Ron would… do… such a thing!"

"Your husband is quite a lover," Dick said caustically.

"My hush-! I don't call what they were doing… making love!"

"No? What was it then?"

"It was… disgusting!" She stared at him. "You can't approve of what they were doing!"

"Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was doing it to." Dick pursed his lips, intently looking out the window. "I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing."

"Kissing people… there… is sick," Sharon said, cringing. "They were like crazed animals. I'd have rather seen Ron actually… having intercourse… than… what he was doing."

Dick smiled inwardly at the innocent young wife's reluctance to use the real words for what she saw and thought. But he only looked at her almost as a doctor would a patient.

"Don't be too sure, Sharon. Who can judge what should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults? Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness… and to make others happy. I certainly wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally right or wrong."

"I… I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling on his argument, then she blurted, "But can doing such things really make people happy?"

Dick shrugged. "Well, they seemed to be. Didn't they?"

Sharon started to sob again, her agonized torment gushing like rainwater from her eyes. Dick crossed the room from where he was sitting, and lowered himself gently onto the sofa beside her trembling body. He reached in his pocket and gave her a clean, white handkerchief. She wiped her eyes gratefully, and then tried to speak.

"I guess you think I'm an awful fool for behaving like this… I'm sorry, Dick."

The man opposite her smiled, and let his hand come to rest comfortingly on her naked thigh below her short skirt. She wasn't even aware of its presence.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, dear. I'm just as upset about this whole affair as you are. No one can blame you for being angry."

"Oh, I'm not angry." Sharon said pitifully. "I'm just… so lost. I'm frightened, I think."

"Of what?" Dick asked soothingly, letting his hand remain where it was, feeling an almost electric tingle race up his arm and down into his already uneasily stirring cock.

"I don't know…" the tearful woman next to him said. "… it's like everything I was sure of turns out to be nothing but illusions."

"I know just how you feel, dear."

Sharon felt the alcohol she'd consumed while driving back from the Green's house rise in her brain, blurring everything but the distinct images of Myra Green and her own husband locked in the disgusting throes of sexual lust. She wondered dizzily if it really did take deviations like that to satisfy a man. No. It couldn't, it just couldn't! But… could it be that she was the one that was wrong? For the first time in her married life, she began to doubt her conservative moral values.

"How about another drink, Sharon?"

"Well… all right. Why not?"

Dick got up and went over to the chair side table for the still quarter full flask he'd brought in with him from the car. He came back to Sharon and stood above her as she took another long swallow. Hell, it wouldn't be long now! He could hardly keep himself from stripping the flimsy clothes off her delicious young body and fucking her silly right now! He sat down on the sofa again, and placed his hand on her smooth warm shoulder.

"What are we going to do about them?" he asked again.

"Oh, Dick, I don't know what to do," Sharon answered, tears welling up in her eyes again, brought on by the alcohol as much as her anguish.

"Well, I'll tell you the truth," he said softly, "I almost feel like repaying them back in kind!"

Sharon's eyes widened, and she straightened herself beside him. He couldn't mean…

"I don't understand…" she blurted out.

"What I mean is I think we ought to let them know just how much it hurts to see somebody you love fucking someone else. I think we ought to… well… I think we ought to show them turn about is fair play."

"Oh no, Dick, I couldn't…" Her heart began hammering as she realized he was serious.

"Listen, Sharon," he said, leaving his hand on her shoulder and placing his other again on the warm velvet skin of her thigh, "they deserve it!

And, God knows, we'd be perfectly justified."

The alcohol-dazed young blonde felt his hand squeeze the pliant flesh of her inner leg as if punctuating his statement, and she winced from the pressure. But she was aghast to find that his lewd suggestion immediately brought back the vision of Ron and Myra sucking each other, and that this time that vision brought along with it a completely unexpected and unwelcome tingle of excitement in her loins.

"No, Dick, that's… I wouldn't… Oh God!… I could never… I …"

"Why not?" the bank executive crooned, continuing his gentle caressing of her faintly trembling thigh while forcing himself to remain relatively calm. "They have it coming to them."

Sharon felt his warm gentle fingers kneading her thigh in unmistakable desire, and she tried desperately to still the forbidden tingle of desire that rose from her quivering groin into her alcohol befuddled brain. She felt the junction between her downy soft upper thighs grow warm and wet from his unexpected caresses, and took another quick drink from the flask in her hand, hoping it would calm her down. What's happening to her, she wondered, feeling Dick inch even closer to her on the sofa. The pressure between her legs was growing heatedly strange, she had never experienced this kind of thing before… Never!

Dick sensed her tensing, and slipped his arm quickly around her slender young waist and pulled her lushly ripened body to him. Shocked by what was happening, she was even more shocked that her alcohol weakened will made no move to resist him. Something was making her totally incapable of resisting! She could feel her erotically tingling breasts pressing against Dick's massive chest.

"Oh God!" she whimpered.

"What's wrong?" Dick whispered into her shell pink ear and then kissed it.

She couldn't manage to say anything. Little pinpoints of what she now recognized as unwanted lust were racing like miniature wind devils through her, arousing her love starved body even though she willed it to stop. Fear swelled in her throat as she stared unseeing at the banker's sport coat breathing in his strong masculine scent with quivering nostrils.

Dick smiled to himself with anticipation. This was it! He slipped his hand expertly up her back, then came down again to raise the blouse from inside her little mini skirt and snake his hand inside along her cool, sculpted back. He could feel her tremble in fright and excitement at his touch, and grinned lewdly when he noticed she was incapable of making any movement to escape his caress. He found the snap of her brassiere, and easily unhooked it, letting her firmly ripe breasts drop down heavily against the front of her blouse. Leaving his one arm snugly around her waist, he brought the other around and eased it under the loosened brassiere cupping her full, rounded mounds with a gentle touch.

Suddenly, with a loud groan, Sharon turned to him and threw her arms wantonly around his neck, pressing her half naked young body up against him and locking her warmly wet mouth on his in a furious, almost hysterical embrace. Dick started from the violence of her move, but then responded quickly by thrusting his tongue deep within the hungry cavern of her soft mouth. He knew that she had submitted fully now, and even though he didn't know why, he didn't care either.

Sharon felt her shamelessly aroused body ignite with the unbearable desire that raced through her. Her mind was fogged, filled with nothing now but the overpowering need to increase the maddening chills that were racing through her body, increase them to the breaking point… she felt Dick's frantically thrusting tongue in her mouth, felt his one hand gently, oh, so gently kneading her tender nipples into rock hardness, felt his other hand coming from around her waist to loosen the buttons on the front of her short dress. But she didn't care! She didn't care about anything now – not about right, or wrong, or even Ron! The sight of her husband hungrily licking Myra Green's cunt flashed continually before her eyes, as did the horribly stimulating sight of Myra's lipsticked mouth around her own husband's wetly glistening penis, and the images combined to fan her wanton desires into a seething inferno of physical need. Her humiliation and shame, and even anger now, at what she had witnessed this afternoon made her even more susceptible to the wildly exciting caresses Dick Green was now spreading all over her yearning body. Her one desire was to rid herself of the tension that tormented her so mercilessly and instinctively she knew that only one thing would satisfy her now… sex. She had to be fucked!

Dick quickly unbuttoned the front of Sharon's mini dress, unwrapped it from around her voluptuously squirming body, and put his hands under the tight waist band of her little white silken panties. He was going to really turn her on this first time! He was going to do something to her he knew she'd never had done before! He was going to eat that beautifully quivering pussy of hers until it blew her mind and she came!

He bent over her and quickly pushed her lace edged panties down over her hungrily undulating hips. In spite of himself, he gasped at the luscious sight in front of him. He doubted that he had ever seen a more mouth watering body. Sharon Fleming lay spread before him on the couch, completely naked now, her eyes closed as though she didn't want to see what was happening. The sparkling gold of her moistened pussy was spread temptingly before him, its quivering pink flesh framed hotly by two of the most fabulous thighs he'd ever seen.

Sharon was only dimly aware through her stupor of what was happening.

She remained slouched down on the sofa, the cool leather touching up against her nakedly white buttocks. She opened her eyes to see Dick's head bending down, down between her wide splayed thighs, and it was only then that she realized what he was about to do!

"No, Dick, don't… please…"

But he was already there, his hot hungry mouth pressed into her seeping loins, his breath breathing fire into her already aroused and lubricated cunt. A shuddering chill ran through her body like electricity, sweeping away all restraint like so much unresisting vapor. With a small cry, she tangled her hands in his hair, wanting it now, incredibly, wanting to feel what Myra Green had felt when Ron had sucked her pussy senseless!

Dick's lips were now at the tender moistness of her eagerly twitching cunt, parting the soft silky pubic hair, salaciously darting his tongue into the burning crevice of her warmly seeping vagina. The agile tongue worked over her wet defenseless flesh, and she watched in a weird combination of heaven and excitement as Dick's head bobbed up and down between her widespread thighs.

Even as she looked, an overwhelming tremor of perverted lust sparked inside her and then ballooned into a raging inferno of need and she knew as surely as she could feel Dick's lip nibbling voraciously at her hotly rippling cunt, that she was lost. The knowledge grew as the fantastic sensations mushroomed in her belly and rushed up to overwhelm her in a torrent of lust. She spread her frantically trembling legs even wider, and with both hands pulled the banker's head up into her lewdly displayed cunt. She was lost… but she no longer cared!

Ron found it hard to keep his mind on his driving as he sped back towards his house. He couldn't place the feelings which were rioting inside him, nor could he pinpoint the cause of the curious emptiness in the pit of his stomach.

He had treated Sharon so shamefully, had acted like a real bastard, first of all, fucking her so violently the night before, then leaving her all alone while he was with another woman. A feeling of self loathing consumed him. How could he hurt and humiliate her like that? He was a despicable louse and didn't deserve a wife like her. Sharon certainly didn't do anything to deserve the bastard of a husband she was landed with… but he was going to change, he suddenly decided. Things couldn't go on like this. He and his comely young wife were like strangers, and the fault was his! He'd have to forget about Myra… it would be hard, but he'd have to do it. He'd have to tell Sharon about that afternoon, too, and he winced suddenly as he visualized the look of hurt and disbelief which would cloud her lovely features when he confessed. But he'd have to go through with it, and beg her forgiveness, and pray firmly that she would forgive him. He knew he didn't deserve any compassion, but he'd do his best to make up to her for what he had put her through. Myra… he forcefully banished from his mind the picture of her sensually yielding body, the overwhelming touch of her practiced hands, the luscious moistness of her hotly clasping pussy as it closed around his plunging cock… He'd have to forget, that was all there was to it.

Ron pulled into the driveway and noticed a vaguely familiar car in the driveway. But he couldn't place it, and he made his way around it to the back door. He had barely opened the door and stepped inside the kitchen when he was stopped dead in his tracks by his wife's voice.

"OH GOD, DICK… KEEP SUCKING… KEEP SUCKING ME LIKE THAT!"

Ron's blood ran cold and all color drained from his face. He stood staring at the closed living room door, his mouth working grotesquely, his eyes bulging with shock. For what seemed an eternity, he stood there, and then, and then, as if automated, his legs began to take him over to the door. His hands, of their own volition, turned the handle, like a man sleepwalking he stealthily opened the door and stepped into the living room. His state of semi paralysis and complete numbness prevented him from shrieking out at the unbelievable sight that confronted his eyes.

Dick Green was nakedly kneeling on the rug, his head buried between the lewdly spread thighs of his wife, while she lay with her eyes closed and her hands pressing Dick's hungry mouth into her wantonly undulating cunt!

Ron could hear his heart pounding like a sledgehammer, and he thought it must be reverberating through the room. But his wife and her lover didn't seem to hear it, engrossed in their lewd task, and Ron continued to stand there, mesmerized into immobility. He wanted to run over there, smash Green's face for him, and then tear Sharon limb from limb… but he couldn't! He couldn't move! As if he was rooted to the ground, he stood there, his burning eyes straining at the sight of Dick's tongue disappearing into his wife's wetly glistening vagina.

Sharon was unfaithful to him, just as he had been cheating on her! A sinking feeling in the depths of his stomach made his skin clammy, and a murderous rage began to curdle inside him. The bitch, the goddamned frigid little bitch…

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her lust-transformed face as Dick Green continued to suck with abandoned frenzy. She was mewling with pleasure, her head thrown back, her mouth half open in rapture and her eyes closed, as her fingers clutched cruelly at his hair, forcing his face further down into her shamelessly writhing cuntal valley. Suddenly, a wild, mewling cry rang out, stifling Ron's own wife's lovely young face contort as she obviously reached for release.

"AAAARRGGGGGHHHH! I'm there, I'm cuuummmiinngg! Keep… aaaamrgggghhh … suckiiinng…!!"

She was cumming! Ron stared aghast, hardly daring to breathe, as he watched the furious intensity of his wife's climax… he found himself staring in morbid fascination, watching as his wife's thighs spasmed and jerked, wrenching Dick's head hard up against her violent orgasming cunt with incredible violence. It seemed she would go on forever.

"Oh God, Dick… it's good… it's so good…" she murmured, her hips still jerking in the throes of her orgasm.

Her laudatory words were like a whiplash around Ron's brain. With a snarl, barely human, he stalked further into the room, his face on fire, his hands raised and doubled into fists, his eyes snapping with cold fury.

"You fucking little slut… Oh God, I'll teach you, you goddamn, cheating whore… you cheap fucking bitch…"

Sharon gasped as she opened her eyes to see her infuriated husband standing over her, and she raised one hand to her mouth fearfully.

"Oh no… God, no… not this…"