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Chapter 4

She cooked a terrific dinner, working very hard at the preparation in order to keep her mind away from what she had been doing the rest of the day-sharing oral sex with Chuck Baker, and being fucked by his young son.

It was difficult maintaining normal discussions with her own husband, but Regina managed by keeping everything on the level of food and kids and what they were going to do for the rest of the summer.

From time to time, as she bustled about the kitchen, Regina cast sidelong glances at her husband, feeling a stranger to him for the first time in many years. He was still a good-looking man, tall and fair, with deep brown eyes and chocolate brown hair. Bill was only 38, and she wondered why he had cooled toward her sexually.

Was it the burden of habit, a too well-known set of responses that had turned into boredom? Probably, she thought; it wasn't that she didn't love Bill any more; it was that with Chuck, there was the flaming excitement of newness, of romance.

Bill might even feel the same way, with some other woman. With Stella, then; Regina set the table and thought about using Stella to divert her husband. It would ease the pressure all the way around, make Stella not so watchful over Chuck and probably prevent her from discovering the other liaison between her son and Regina.

Bill said, "You're looking great, baby."

She almost jumped, but fought her tensed body into stillness. "Thank you, Bill."

He came close to her. "It's not a new hairdo, and even though that dress looks great on you, it's not new, either. I can't figure just what it is about you, but I'd swear you look years younger-and sexier, too."

She manufactured a quick smile for him, brushed by to arrange the table setting. "Oh? It's nice of you to notice."

This was something she hadn't even taken into consideration, the fact that her husband might suddenly turn sensuous and want her again. How could she screw Bill, without thinking of those torrid sessions with his best friend-and with that horny sixteen-year-old boy?

Lifting her voice to forestall any other advances by Bill, she called out: "Come and get it, kids! Dinner's ready."

She thought she read disappointment in his eyes as she rushed back into the kitchen, but there had also been a heightening of interest. Regina sensed that she would have to steel herself to being laid by her own husband this evening, although the marks of her other fuckings that day hadn't had time to wear away yet.

Their kids saved her from further introspection, bouncing in to the table and kidding each other the way they usually did. Serving the steak, Regina looked over her children, seeing them with newly speculative eyes, since her sweaty coupling with one of their contemporaries.

There was Dale, seventeen years old with a beautiful tan that set off his blond hair and green eyes. He was nearly as tall as his father, but slimmer, with that arrogant slouch of the young male. Did her son have hot eyes for some older married woman, like Carey Baker had? Would her own son blackmail that woman into sexual relations with him, as Carey had?

No, Regina thought, shaking her head as she brought out the baked potatoes and trimmings of sour cream and the like. Dale wouldn't go so far; he was still just a kid-but older than Carey. He must have some of the same powerful sex pressures within him, then. She bit her lip and refused to think any more along that line, because the image that came to mind was one of her golden boy in a leggy tangle with none other than Stella Baker.

Then there was her daughter Monica, only sixteen, but already a raving beauty with dark honey hair and liquid brown eyes, a tall, lithe girl fond of swimming and sports. Could Monica possibly have some of the same ideas about screwing, or could she already be getting laid by one of her boyfriends?

Regina glanced at the pert breasts lifting against the thin, almost see-through blouse her daughter wore, and wondered. But that was a terrible thing to think. Just because she had been fucking two different lovers was no cause to blame her children for things they hadn't done.

Or had they?

Somehow, she got through the dinner, accepting their compliments on the cooking, and somehow she ate dessert and smiled when the kids cleared the table and stuffed the dishwasher for her. But her mind was leaping here and there like a terrified rabbit, reliving her recent sins and wondering how she was going to handle the upcoming screwing with Bill.

He barely gave the heavy dinner time to digest before making his first move. The kids had been gone for an hour then, and Regina had desperately changed channels on TV and gone to the bathroom and everything else to keep him from getting seriously passionate. But he wasn't to be put off any longer, and she didn't really want to avoid screwing him. That might make him suspicious, since she had always been responsive to his needs.

So when he reached for her, she sank onto the couch with him, sliding her arms around his waist and turning her face for his kiss. His tongue lightly touched hers, and she surprised herself by the violent answer she gave it.

"Hey," Bill said, "something has really turned you on. Like I said earlier, you look different, act different. And I'm not knocking it, baby."

She kissed him again, before he could ask any questions or come to any conclusions. Having sex with other men had brightened her, made her more receptive, warmer and softer. Now if she could only fuck him well, without feeling guilty-Her hand was moving of its own accord, delving into his pants and bringing out the familiar prick with its knobby head. It felt hard and eager on her fingers, and she drew her nails along the bottom of his shaft, scratching gently into the hair that thickly surrounded his balls.

Sighing, Bill cupped her tits in both hands while she played with his cock, and she knew a twinge of frustration as they were falling into the same old pattern. Deliberately breaking it, she suddenly leaped up and whipped her dress over her head. Following with bra and panties, she was naked in a moment, and Bill stared at her, disconcerted.

"Regina-what if the kids come home early?"

She was back beside him with one flowing movement, tugging at his pants and urging them off. "They won't-but if they do, that's too damned bad."

"Look, baby-we can go on upstairs as we always do-"

"No," she said sharply. "We're not going to do anything the way we always do. There are no rules to screwing, nothing that says we have to do it this way or that way. I'm pretty damned tired of all that, Bill."

He could only stare at her as she pulled down his pants, but he lifted his ass so she could work his shorts over his legs. "What's gotten into you, Regina? I thought we were kind of happy; slowing down some, of course, like all old married couples, but-"

"I'm not old," she said, and pushed him back upon the couch, a little amazed at her own temerity, but also tasting the heady wine of a new power. "And anything I want to do with you or to you is right, Bill. Do you understand that-right?"

He lay back as her face approached his belly-button. "I-I don't know."

She'd gone this far, and the pushing was doing something to her, besides blotting out any sense of guilt she might be carrying. Maybe she'd make her husband angry, or upset him so much that he'd reject her, but that was a chance she was simply going to have to take. Regina kissed his belly and ran the tip of her hotly questing tongue down the line of crisp hair to his navel.

"Regina! What the hell are you-"

Paying no heed to the shock in his voice, nor to the reaching out of his hands for her head, she licked swiftly down to his pelvis, and when Bill jerked at the touch, wrapped her tongue around the thick base of his veined cock.

"Baby-oh baby, no! You can't-"

Cupping his balls with one hand, grasping the root of his prick with the other, she whispered fiercely, "The hell I can't!" and ran her mouth, nipping the length of his shaft. When her lips came to the purplish head, she opened them wide and fitted them cupping over it.

"Regina!" His hands tugged at her hair, but she would not let go, refused to remove the hotness of her mouth from around the head of her husband's prick. It was the first time for her to ever taste it, the first time for Bill to know an oral caress from her, and it was long past time for them both to know the pleasures.

Her tongue raced over it, dipped into the little slot, picked up a sample of his pre-seminal fluid, and she thought how silly it had been of them to avoid this through the years. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair, but he stopped trying to pull her away, and was only holding on. Regina began to suck, to draw his head deep into the back of her ready throat, as she had learned by eating another man's prick.

Suck it in, push it back out with her tongue; draw it deep and lick it shallow. It was nice.

"Oh," Bill panted, "oh good lord, baby! I-we never did this before-I-you-"

She answered "Ummm," raking the head of his cock along the roof of her mouth, and along her dormant tongue. He tasted different from Chuck, but she couldn't compare the flavor of his prick with that of Carey's, because she had not yet sucked the boy. But she would, she promised herself, she certainly would. She got a special kick from making men squirm like this, and she adored the matchless intimacy of eating prick.

Her husband writhed and bucked his belly, his thighs trembling spasmodically. She clung to his balls and bobbed her head up and down on his cock, sucking and licking, pulling and pushing.

Bill gasped: "Baby-let me take it out-oh please baby! I'm going to come-I'll come in your mouth, if you don't let go!"

She hummed "Ummm!" again, and worried the flexing bulb of his prick with her teeth before applying wet suction once more. She felt the powerful rise of his semen as it came throbbing through the veins of his cock, felt the expansion of the head as the come gathered there.

"Let go, Regina!"

She only sucked harder, her long hair making a coverlet across his heaving belly. The semen couldn't be held back for another moment, and came rushing out the tip of his prick in a hot torrent. Hissing along her tongue, the come was thick and creamy, tasting strongly yet sweetly of man's essence and his love.

Bill groaned and bucked, driving the length of his cock into her mouth, bumping the head against her throat. She had been expecting that, so it didn't make her gag. But when he tried to relax, she continued to siphon him, swallowing every slippery drop of his come and licking hungrily across the head of his prick for more.

Lovingly, she nibbled his softening cock, lapping it and rolling its head around inside her mouth. When at last she allowed it to slide from her lips, she dropped her mouth beside the pulsing shaft and sucked one of his balls.

His hands shuddered upon her head, then one of them slipped down to stroke her cheek, to finger adoringly over an eyebrow. She had him, Regina thought happily; she had shocked her husband and stunned him beyond anything that had ever happened to him before, but she had also captured him in a stronger web of flesh and lust than that which had held them together in the past.

"Oh baby," he said softly, wonderingly, "that was great."

"You can do it to me now," she said. "Make it great for me, too."

As she crawled up his body, kissing first his rib cage, then the tautness of his nipples, she could sense his withdrawal, his reluctance to go down on her in turn.

Bill said, as she was biting tenderly at his throat. "I never did that, Regina; you know I never did that."

She told a white lie: "I didn't, either. But you liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I-it was so different, like nothing that ever happened to me. And because you were doing it for me, it was better.

But I don't know if I can-I mean, my mouth on you like that-"

She kissed his lips, and knew that he did not realize he was getting a taste of his own semen. Tonguing him lightly, prompted by her newfound sexual freedom, Regina said, "Sure you can, and you will." Then she kept right on going up his body, rubbing the dewy hairiness of her pussy lips up his belly, then across his chest.

Her thighs held his head pinned into position, and she stared down at his mouth, at his chin only inches from the eager wetness of her mound.

"Love my pussy, Bill; use your mouth to love my pussy, as you've used your prick so often. Make me squeal and wiggle, darling; make me come."

His hands were on her thighs, trembling a little, and he tentatively kissed the inner surface of her thighs, his breath stirring into her pubic hairs.

"I don't know how," he said, but no longer shocked, no longer repelled.

"But if you'll tell me what to do-"

That was what young Carey said: tell me what to do; show me how to fuck you, Mrs. Abbott. And his father had already known how, all she had needed with Chuck was the opportunity. Now she had to teach her own husband the things one of her lovers had shown her, and that was all right, too.

"Just lick me," she said, pushing the curly bronzed hairs of her cunt closer to him, lifting her ass slightly from his upper chest. "Lick my pussy lips as if you're a little puppydog. And when you're ready, shove your tongue right on inside me. You know where the clit is, darling-that's where you do most of your eating."

With that instruction, Regina pushed her cunt right into his face, brought it down to cover most of his face with her crotch. She placed her hands on top of his head to brace herself, and felt the hot lapping of his tongue as he followed her directions. When her husband shoved into her labia, spreading them with the thickness of his tongue, she shivered. It was a wild feeling, to have him eating into her snatch for the first time, after all the years they had been married, after all the fuckings they had shared, without oral love.

"Eat it," she said breathlessly, "oh Bill, my darling-eat my cunt!

Bite into it, lick it, suck it. Oh yes, suck my pussy, Bill!"

His fingers dug into her thighs as he did exactly that, drawing her cunt lips into his mouth, pulling in the soft inner membranes and applying pressure to them. His tongue darted hotly in and out, caressing the intense feeling of her clitoris. Bill got the knack of bringing out the little nubbin, and when he got his teeth around it, she hunched violently against his mouth, rolling her ass and feeding him her pussy.

"Chew me up and swallow me!" she ordered, pressing on his head to force his gasping mouth ever deeper into her inflamed cunt. "Eat my pussy, Bill-suck me and gobble me-oohh! Oh, darling-that's so good-so good!"

He was into it now, burrowing his nose and mouth into her undulating cunt, running his tongue full length and sucking the clit into his teeth. She rode his head, fucked his face and clamped it between her knees, put pressure upon it with her thighs, being the bitch goddess, the masterful cunt. And her husband loved it, luxuriated in her dominance, gulped and ate her cunt for all he was worth.

She couldn't hold it back, nor did she try. Moaning and shaking, Regina gripped his head and pumped her pussy savagely over his mouth, wetting his chin and his cheeks, grinding and humping as the orgasm built to magnificent proportions within her body.

"I'm coming, Bill! Oh-ahh-yes, oh yes! I'm coming, coming-eat me-oohh-aahh! COMING!"

He growled into her flexing cunt, bit deep and drew madly upon her vagina as she pounded her crotch upon his face. White hot stars shot across her eyes, and a rapture so keen as to be almost a pain, broke within her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and she knew again the compression of her asshole, the streaming flow of her inner juices. She came, and she came, and for a few crazy seconds thought that perhaps she would come forever.

Bonelessly, she slipped from his greasy face and melted beside him, sliding down his heaving chest to press her tits there, to blend her well-sucked pussy into the new hardness of his revitalized cock.

"Oh Bill, Bill," she breathed against his ear. "That was so wonderful for me."

"For me, too," he admitted. "Never thought I'd enjoy eating a woman's cunt, but I did. Makes us seem a lot closer, doesn't it?"

"Yes, darling." Even as she answered, she was wiggling nearer, rubbing the juicy dripping of her labia over the swollen shaft of his prick.

"It makes me so hot I can hardly stand it. I'm ready to go again-aren't you?"

And without waiting for his answer, she took his prick in one hand and guided the spongy head of it into the oily lips of her cunt. A twist and a hunch, and the hard shaft pushed deeply into the wet velvet of her vagina, where it thrilled her turned-on pussy.

Slowly and eagerly, she fucked him, or rather, they fucked together, reveling in the easy screwing, in the wetly lubricated inner surfaces of her cunt, in the manly stiffness of his prick. They moved together with the long familiarity of people who had repeated the selfsame act a thousand times or more, and the tender fitting of cock into pussy was good.

But, Regina thought, it wasn't really the same as always, for a new life stirred within her vagina, and a new hardness enlivened his cock.

She had aroused them both to fever pitch by first going down on him, then practically forcing him to eat her in turn.

There was a new awareness of themselves as individuals, a difference to their lovemaking now. He seemed to treat her body with respect that bordered upon awe, his fingers stroking over the cheeks of her ass, his mouth tucked now into the musky valley between her tits.

And she found she was enjoying him much more, that her introduction to oral sex had brightened all her senses, made them sharper. Maybe her affairs with the Bakers, father and son, had ripened her body, made it hotter and wetter and more giving, therefore more capable of receiving love.

Grinding slowly with her husband, feeling his prick reach around in the clinging confines of her pussy, Regina wondered briefly what Bill would do, how he would react, if she suddenly announced that she had fucked the Bakers, that she had eaten Chuck's prick and swallowed his semen.

He would be jolted to his wisdom teeth, she thought; he might even turn to her, beat the hell out of her. And quite possibly she would deserve it-not for the fucking itself, nor the exchanges of mouth upon cunt and mouth upon cock-but for blurting out information like that.

It was possible that she might never be able to tell him, but she couldn't help wondering how long she would be able to keep her secret from her husband. And from her kids, and from the other Bakers who weren't yet in on it-Stella and Judy.

She moved with him, grinding her pelvis into his, riding the long, lingering thrusts of his prick, enjoying to the fullest the sensuous feelings of fucking. Bill fondled her ass and kissed her neck, licking along to find her ear and wiggling the tip of his tongue into it. She quaked violently, and her cunt bucked on his prick.

"Fuck me long and fuck me deep, lover," she whispered, realizing that she had never spoken so openly to him before. She also realized that she would never be able to stop screwing Chuck Baker, and even if she tried to put him off, young Carey would be back for more ass. She'd have to do something, and pretty soon, maybe convince Bill he should go on a long vacation alone, but that would still leave her kids in the house.

"Take this cock, baby," Bill said. "Ride it because you love it, you hot-cunted bitch."

She was that, she thought, beginning to gyrate wildly upon his cock-she was certainly a hot-cunted bitch, and she meant to stay that way.