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Chapter 8

"Won't the Wells' be upset that you are entering their house with them not at home?" Hamid asked the wanton brunette as she pulled a key out of her purse and inserted it into the Wells' front door.

"Claire gave me the key herself for just such a moment as this." Francine smiled and turned the key in the lock. The door opened and she walked in, Hamid following behind her.

"You know, I think that Claire's been having some trouble with her marriage lately. I mean that's obvious by the way she let you fuck her. Hell, that's not Claire's style, letting a stranger screw her pussy." She looked at Hamid a moment in reflective silence. "You know she never let anyone fuck her but her husband until several weeks ago."

"Then there must be some problem with her husband, though I must say that I could find nothing wrong with her. She fucks like a dream. But I do not wish to reflect on her, I want to know more about you. The Wells' will not be home for hours."

He didn't wait for any objection from her, but instead he moved up beside her, taking her in his arms and kissing her. She moaned a weak resistance into his mouth, but then she pressed her body tightly against his. She stood up on her toes to push her thigh into his groin, moving her upper legs with seductive abandon, and he moaned, dipping his tongue into her mouth, sucking greedily at the wetness of her sweet – tasting tongue. His fingers fumbled with the tie of her halter, eager to get it off so that he could massage her sensuously billowing titties.

"I'm gonna fuck you crazy," he whispered in her ear. "You like to be fucked, don't you, you little tramp…"

Francine giggled, loving the way the handsome Arab called her tramp and whore. Words like that, lewd and wicked, turned her on more than anything else.

"Take your clothes off," she purred, her hands reaching down for the bulge in his pants. "Take them off so I can see what you're gonna fuck me with."

Francine was so excited that she was going to be fucked right here in her best friend's house, and that friend might come in any second, that she stooped to the floor to help her Arab lover pull his pants down over his hips, down over his knees, and finally discard them altogether.

"Come on, Hamid," Francine squealed. "Let me see you fuck!"

The drive home from the geological site was a silent one. Claire sat snuggled close to her husband, hugging his free hand firmly in her own. Her life had been straightened out this evening, and she and Grant had settled their differences once and for all. She felt elated, as though nothing in the world could go wrong. The heat of their fucking on the beach had extinguished some of the aching hunger down between her legs; but not all of it. She knew that it was going to be there for a long time, but now at least, Grant would be there to help satisfy it.

She glanced over at Grant, his face pale in the light of the oncoming headlights.

"I forgot to tell you," Claire said, breaking the silence. "I was talking to Francine and she said she might drop by tonight with a friend."

Grant nodded and turned into the driveway of their house. He courteously opened the door for Claire and they walked arm in arm into the house. One step inside and he headed for the bar, she for the bedroom.

Claire slipped into a nightgown while her husband made them drinks and then she applied fresh make-up and combed her hair. As a last-minute preparation, her slender form reached for the latch on the window and opened it, despite the air-conditioning gently wafting from the vent below the window. Sounds?… coming from where?

"Aahhhhh, fuck it, suck it, ahhhh!"

Who could that be? she wondered. Claire turned off the lights in the bedroom and, hiding behind the drapes, peeked out into the small light-filled backyard, where in a corner under the awning of their little-used patio she saw what looked like two forms.

"Ooooohh, it feeelllls sooo goooodddd!!!!"

Her hand went to her mouth. "Oh my God!" she gasped as she realized what she was looking at in the yard. She felt like she was seeing some kind of lewd stag film. My God, that must be what I look like too, when a man fucks me!

Francine! It's Francine and the Arab, Hamid who fucked me in Dhahran, and they're screwing, obviously in the throes of something wild, even though she couldn't make out the exact position of their lust. Without bothering with robe or slippers she slipped quietly down the hall, finding the kitchen dark as well as the rest of the house. She stood there, arms outstretched, leaning against the glass sliding doors separating her and the couple only yards away.

Francine was completely naked, sitting up over Hamid, and her back was to Claire. Humid was stretched out on his back, his legs slightly spread and his arms lying flat at his sides on either side of the brunette.

The lewdness of the scene both horrified and excited the young wife, too reminiscent was it of the lewdity of her actions earlier this evening.

In the moonlight, Claire could see the wetly glistening cock each time Francine lifted herself up high on it and then it would disappear on the downstroke as she sat down.

It's so obscene, Claire's mind cringed, so wicked, so awfully beautiful! She had never seen anyone fuck this way before, not even on that wild night with Leila and Grant in Dhahran. And never in her life had she dreamed that a woman might get up over a man and be fucked that way. Francine must really be a nymphomaniac!

She watched spellbound as Francine began tossing her head from side to side, making her hair whip around her shoulders. From their screams it was obvious that they were both about to cum and a minute later, still glued to the glass door, Claire watched as his slipping deflated prick slithered from her best friend's wet cunt. She saw and heard it all, the sounds and sights creeping into her mind and body to eat away at the control she'd won over her own runt this evening. The ice was melting as she found herself breathing heavily and spasmodically from watching the obscenely moaning pair outside, and the tingling down in her loins had become a burning center of heat that threatened to rage out of control through her belly.

Then, almost unconsciously her right hand moved down to the hem of her nightgown and slipped up underneath, her seemingly self-willed fingers finding the narrow pussy furrow up between her clenched thighs and burrowing its way relentlessly into the throbbing slit.

Claire's cuntlips were warm and slightly wet, and she extended her middle finger to press it in between the outer folds where she began rubbing experimentally at her tiny quivering, clit. The first contact of her fingers, sent shivers of excitement racing up and down her insides, and she breathed a silent moan through her parted lips. Her eyes were still wide open as she stared through the opening of the door and saw Hamid's form move.

The handsome Arab's eyes were still glazed from the force of his mind-blowing cum, and he raised his upper torso until his hand could run with appreciation over Francine's smooth white belly and onto her still heaving tits. Then he moved on his side down along her naked young body until his face was at the level of her hips. He still reached up to tweak at her distended pink nipples as he began planting wet kisses all around the delectable plane of her belly, pausing once to lick his tongue into the little round indentation of her navel. Then, he traced a wet trail of saliva straight down as his tongue slipped down the juncture of her thighs to probe the cum-matted curls of her pussy hairs. Straddling her legs with his own, he pushed his face down into the dark little triangle.

What the newly aroused Arab was doing sent more waves of obscene uninvited pleasure coursing through the watching woman's pussy, and she almost groaned aloud as she watched Francine's legs splay out to the side to give him greater access. The naked woman was still collapsed in utter fatigue on her back, but soon the lewd ministrations of the Arab's tongue up between her parted thighs brought low moans of pleasure from her passion-parched lips. She pulled her knees up high over her chest and placed her feet on his shoulders, opening to him still further the wet furrows of her pussy. He slipped his hands quickly down her sides and clasped the half-moons of her ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands, pulling her loins tighter to his face, pinching and kneading at the firmly giving flesh with his fingers, while his head bobbed hungrily at the openness of her cunt.

At the sliding glass door, Claire could hear the slight noises the Arab was making as he slaved over her best friend, the sounds mingling with the guttural nonsensical words that Francine was spewing out from between her compressed lips. The young wife's own massaging of her clit had brought it up to full erection and she pushed her middle finger farther up along her soft pussy slit, into the now slippery mouth to her cunt.

She felt as though she had to reach inside her belly and assuage the hunger she felt there. She felt the intense heat groping at the tip of her finger and she shoved farther and farther inside until it was buried up in her cunt to the second knuckle, the warm wetness clasping and unclasping around her finger greedily as though it needed more than she could possibly give it. She began stroking in and out in time to the bobbing head laboring over the girl's loins, and each time she withdrew her finger she flipped the nail lightly up over the pulsating clit, making her inner thighs tremble uncontrollably from the maddening sensations it sent through her frame.

More, more, her eager cunt seemed to be begging, and she drove her finger faster and faster to no avail. The white-hot heat she was suffering inside only grew and grew until she thought she would die from the blissful agony!

Claire continued fingerfucking as she saw Francine's hands move dancingly under the moonlight down her belly flesh to tangle in Hamid's hair, pulling his sucking lips and lashing tongue even tighter to her now softly gyrating loins. Claire clutched the door frame with her supporting hand until her fingers ached and turned white from the strain, knowing she should run and find Grant so that he could also view the shocking scene she was watching, but she couldn't. She wanted a cock to fuck her wantonly responding body, but her body would not obey. She had to look – the lewd spectacle seemed to be hypnotizing her!

By now, Hamid had worked the recently exhausted brunette back up to a fever pitch and her mouth hung open in ecstatic abandon as she continually wet her parted sensual lips with the roving pink tip of her tongue. Her glassy, lust-crazed eyes stared up into nothingness as her hips began a slow up-and-down movement in rhythm to the probing of her Arab lover's lashing tongue that promised soft mewls of animal pleasure to seethe out from between her clenched teeth. The responding woman was gradually becoming lost once more in a mindless uncontrolled lust and her upper torso writhed like a belly dancer's beneath her upturned legs.

Claire was becoming lost in her own bodily appetites, no longer certain whether the two writhing bodies were real or a figment of her imagination – they sometimes seemed to her to be erotic dancers performing inside her own prurient mind. Waves of mind-bending sensations were racing through her, her pussy was burning out of control… nothing in the world existed anymore but the scene she was witnessing, and she seemed somehow mystically connected to the two lewdly writhing figures fucking before her very eyes!

Hamid had raised himself up slightly on his knees as he slaved over the writhing form beneath him, and as he spread his knees a little on the pavement to balance himself, Claire suddenly caught sight of his softly dangling balls and thickly swollen cock and she remembered how good it had felt in her pussy! It seemed to Claire that his balls were swelling by the second before her very eyes and pulsing excitingly as he became aroused by his lewd sucking at Francine's nakedly splayed cunt.

In spite of her desire to go find her husband so that he could fuck away the fire sparked by the lewd spectacle, the excited wife squirmed her cunt down tighter onto her own fingers and thrust her ass-cheeks back to wave nakedly beneath her nightgown. Her rounded ass-cheeks circled wantonly as she delved deeper and deeper up into her wetly throbbing cunt, and she wished she had something loner and thicker to put up inside to still the hunger building almost to an unbearable pressure point.

Then, suddenly without warning, she felt a rubbery hardness probing up under her nightgown from behind into the narrow crevice of her rotating ass-cheeks. She started to cry out in fright as her fingers slipped wetly frown her cunt, but a hand clamped roughly over her mouth prevented her from letting any sound pass her lips. She was holding her breath from shock and then she heard her husband's voice whispering in her ear.

"It's okay, baby, it's just me, you look like you need a little help!"

Claire mumbled incoherently into his hand pressed over.her mouth and rolled her eyes back to look into his face leaning down over hers. He was staring past her through the glass door into the yard where Hamid and Francine were doing lewd things to each other's bodies! God, how excited he had been when he had first seen them fuck. His eyes were filled with a combination of lust and jealousy. He wanted what Francine was giving to Hamid!

He must have been watching for some time without Claire's knowledge, because she could feel his already stiffened cock rubbing excitedly up between her naked ass-cheeks, obviously driven by the passion infusing his aroused cock with throbbing hot blood.

"God!" he whispered hoarsely. "She's really getting turned on. Look at that little bitch go! Goddamnit, she's hot…!"

Claire's eyes involuntarily returned to the couple on the patio. Francine was twisting and writhing as though she were trying to squeeze the life out of a hungry little animal trapped in her belly, and then suddenly Hamid stopped what he was doing and pulled her knees down, spreading her legs flat out on the ground. He crawled up over her thrashing body, his lips slowly working their way up over her white skin, pausing now and then at soft, sensitive spots for a quick flick of the tongue.

Again, Claire focused on the now hugely expanded cock protruding into full view between his legs; his cum-swollen balls beneath filled to bursting with his juices. His cock paused momentarily over Francine's undulating cunt, and both Grant and Claire thought the Arab was going to fuck it up into Francine's belly right then and there! But, instead, he continued slowly moving all the way up her slippery, sweating torso until he straddled her quivering upthrust titties.

The lewdly excited wife could see the firm lush mounds squeezing up around his heavily pulsing shaft as he took them in his hands and pressed them against his lustfully rigid cock. He stroked his prick back and forth between them, flicking at the tautly erect nipples with his thumbs as he went, then he moved farther until his ass-cheeks were pressed heavily down on her titties. Claire saw the tight mounds bulge out as his weight sank down, smashing them against Francine's chest. His thickly jerking cock stood straight out from his belly, the rubbery tip only a few inches above the girl's gasping mouth.

Then, he reached one hand back behind him and with a quick flick of his wrist, shoved his middle finger up between her wide-open legs, fucking it deep into the soft, cum-slick flanges of her cunt as far as the flatness of his palm. Francine shuddered as he rotated it around inside her pussy hole, teasing the wetly sensitive walls until finally she moaned and gasped, breathing a harsh groan of surrender to the lascivious ministrations her Arab lover was working on her body. The hotly aroused girl began jerking her pelvis up to meet the hand worming its way rhythmically deep inside her.

Grant was still holding one hand over his wife's mouth so she could not cry out, while with his other he reached around under her arm and began kneading through the thin material of her nightgown at her ecstatically quivering tits. Claire felt her nipples responding uncontrollably inside her gown as his fingertips played over them, twisting the tiny buds into tingling erection. Down between her naked ass-cheeks she could feel his pulsating cock slipping up and down in teasing motion until, suddenly, as he bent his knees behind her, it slipped through the narrow juncture of her inner thighs so that the huge head was thrust up between her legs, the rubbery tip rubbing back and forth along the wetly throbbing slit of her cunt. The little velvety glans flipped back and forth over her clit as she had been doing previously with her own middle finger, driving her wild with even more intense, wanted, craving sensations in her belly!

Behind her, the lewdly aroused young husband could feel his wife beginning to respond to his presence. Her nostrils were flaring above his hand covering her mouth as she breathed more and more raggedly, and he could feel her smoothly curved ass-cheeks begin to slowly grind back against his massive prick. Slowly he released his hold over her mouth, afraid for a minute that she might scream loudly with passion and bring the couple's attention to the fact that they were being watched, but Claire made no such effort after the first gasping intake of air.

Grant slipped his hand around to the back of her nightgown and in one swift motion lowered his hand between the thin fabric and the fullness of her titties.

Claire hardly noticed what was happening. In front of her spellbound gaze Hamid's face twisted into a lewd moonlit grin as he reached down with his free hand to press the underside of his swollen cock in a slow teas ing circle around Francine's open lips. Her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening at the end of his prick, and she strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out as she tried to suck the tantalizing instrument deep into her mouth, but Hamid laughed above her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick greedily up and down its underside. He was still rocking slowly back and forth on her smashed-down tits, bringing his cock almost up to the working wetness of her lips, then backing it away again.

The obscenely fascinated young wife's breath was coming in short quick gasps as she involuntarily continued to stare at the scene being played before her. The gnawing heaven and hell of sensation in her belly continued pervading her entire being until she didn't think she would be able to stand another minute of it without somehow satisfying her unbearable longing! She squeezed her upper thighs together again around Grant's wonderful huge cock, now moistened by her seeping pussy-juices, and. moaned softly in front of him.

Claire could feel the yearning building within her to have him fuck his long thick cock up inside her pulsing cunt, and suddenly she wanted him to fuck her more than anything else in the world!

Grant felt the abrupt change of mood in the woman before him, and he quickly wrapped his arms tighter' around her, as he whispered in her ear.

"Claire, I'm going to fuck you good now!" His voice was heavy and thick. "You're going to love it, just like Francine does!"

The arm around her shoulders caused the top of her nightgown to fall to her waist as her huge white titties were nakedly exposed. With a deft motion of his hand, Grant pulled away the other strap of her nightgown.

Now her titties were completely bare, and he cupped her right one in appreciation as he gazed lewdly down over her shoulder, breathing heavily into her ear, his eyes devouring the cream-white mounds tipped with their throbbing pink nipples.

"What a pair of tits! I've always loved them," he gloated hoarsely, kneading greedily at the resilient white mound in his palm, trapping the hardened, sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it until the excruciating sensation brought tiny gasps of pain and surprised excitement from his wife's lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis to grind up from behind against the narrow crevice between her tightly clenched ass-cheeks.

Grant didn't want to wait any longer! He crushed her ribs so tightly in his embrace that she thought they would break as he leaned back forcing her feet up off the floor. She let out a weak, stifled cry and kicked her knees up in front of her as he carried her through the glass door, sliding the door open with his elbow…

She couldn't believe what Grant was doing! He was carrying her out the glass door and onto the patio where Francine and Hamid were fucking!

Claire had never been so happy in her entire life. Everything was really going to be all right, after all. She was going to get all the fucking she would ever want… from Grant, and all the other cocks and cunts that came their way!