William Davis
The Polaroid club book II

CHAPTER ONE

Cindy had gone to the bathroom, but the tremendous, biting sensations which gripped her hungrily tingling body weren't relieved. If anything, in the privacy of the bathroom she was able to go over in her mind the set of photos, and their remembrance only inflamed her trembling loins all the more. She was being consumed by the alcohol and lust, slowly, slowly – and she wanted her husband, wanted his throbbing penis buried to its hilt in her teasingly convulsing pussy. Her cunt spasmed as though it was already in the throes of orgasm, and as she walked unsteadily out of the bathroom and started back to the living room, she knew that she couldn't go in there, go in and just sit down and act normal. No, she had to have Howard NOW!

She quickly crossed to the bedroom where Howard had placed their overnight bag, and shedding her clothes, she was soon wearing a long, filmy nightie, her blond hair cascading down her back. She stripped the covers back and lay down on the bed without even a sheet to cover her and waited for her husband.

When he didn't appear within a few minutes, she called out for him, and she heard him walk toward the room. When he opened the door, she said drunkenly; "Quick! Close it, Howie."

"Cindy…" he said, again captivated by the sight of his tender young wife spread out waiting for him. "Cindy, I want you…" He all but slammed the door, and then he came to the bed, on which she had stopped lying and had now risen into a kneeling position.

"I want you to fuck me…" she breathed, unbuckling his pants. "Fuck me, Howie, fuck me…"

"What?" He could hardly believe his ears! "Did you say what I thought you said?"

"Yes, Howie!" she slurred as her hand lowered his pants until they pooled down around his shoes. She moved to the waistband of his shorts, sliding under it. She felt the soft tendrils of his curly pubic hair and the touch of his skin sent ripples of sheer lust surging through her. Her hand went still lower, contacting the head of his prick and she ran a fingernail over it. Blood pounded through Howard's loins, causing his cock to leap into erection and palpitate excitedly under her careres.

"Howie…" she moaned, pulling his underpants down. She was abandoning herself to lust, to the newly awakened fires within her; and she finally realized that she could admit her enjoyment, her arousal from the pictures without shame. "Howie, don't you want to fuck me?"

"Yes! Christ, yes!" All thought of his boss and his plans for the night were lost now as Howard began to squirm his hips. She stroked his cock and testicles, her fingers burning. He could barely contain himself to take the time to remove his clothes, and then he leapt naked on the bed to embrace his wildly hot wife. He entwined his fingers in her hair and jerked her head up, grinding his mouth down on hers, and her tongue flashed into his mouth like a purveyor of molten fire. His hand went to her nightie, feeling her trembling body through the thin material.

"Make me naked," she whispered against his mouth. "Rip my gown off, Howie, and make me naked!"

His hands bunched the garment and savagely he ripped it downward from her neck, shredding it from her taut, hard-nippled breasts and from around her pink, blond-crested pussy. She helped him by twisting and undulating, her hand still vibrantly fused to his genitals. He moved his hands down over her bare stomach, through the soft golden fleece of her pubic hair, finally touching the pulsating shaft of her erect clitoris. Her loins ground in uncontrolled counterpoint to his massaging fingers and she whimpered in unrestrained pleasure, her long blond hair flailing from side to side.

Cindy continued to enfold her husband's granite-hard cock, feeling every ridge, every muscle of its hardened expanse. She suddenly wanted to know it better, to learn about every inch of it; she was completely lost in the torrent of passion the pictures, the alcohol, and perhaps most of all, her own mind had allowed her to experience.

"I'm going to kiss your penis tonight, Howie," she groaned. "I'm going to let you kiss me, too… down there. I want that now, Howie, I want that very much! I'm going to do that, but I've got to have you inside me first… to fuck me until I explode!"

"Yes!" he crooned. "Oh, God yes, baby, yes!" Tremors of lewd desire ran rampant through Howard's flesh. This was what he had been dreaming of! This was what he had been trying to have his wife do to him for three years, and what he had thought he'd never achieve! And now she actually wanted to suck him off! Had literally begged to be allowed to do it! And all because of those pictures! How could he ever thank Ralph for giving him the Polaroid?

In that maddening moment, his rhetorical question went unanswered, for Howard's mind had blanked off all thought of what he had agreed to do, the swapping of his wife for Norma, his boss' wife… yes, that thought and any other thought except the burning, surging, electrifying compulsion to fuck his wife. Yes, fuck her, just as she'd said; first her tender cunt and then later, her sensitive lips…

But Ralph Taylor had answered that question. The manager grinned with wild-eyed lust at his wife, and Norma returned the insidious look. Then they turned their attention back to the little square loudspeaker box mounted over the head of their bed; the master unit of a three-station intercom system, especially installed so that they could monitor either of the two guest bedrooms. It was on, and the moaning, panting sounds of Howard and Cindy Jamison filled the bedroom, whipping the Taylors into further sex fever.

"Man, listen to them, lover," Ralph gloated. "She's going to go down on him, going to suck his cock for the first time. Well maybe her plans are going to be changed a bit."

His wife, whom he was fucking dog-fashion so that they could both face the intercom, turned her head around again, her features contorted with passion and urgency. "Yes, yes, you bastard, make her eat you instead. Take her then… oohhhh… but not before I cum, Ralph… not before I cum!" And with that, Norma angled her cunt up backwards, impaling her wide-stretched buttocks on the erect, thrusting spear of her husband's great, swollen penis. "More, Ralph," she whimpered. "More cock!"

And from the speaker the Taylors heard Cindy chanting mindlessly, "You're wonderful, you're wonderful, you're wonderful…" and her rampaging husband's chorus of: "Baby… baby… I love to fuck you… love to fuck you…"

The two couples, one very aware of the other's mating and the other so lost in their actions as to be oblivious to any outside interference, raced with demoniacal force to their respective orgasms. Howard rocked above his lovely wife, speaking obscenely into her ear, and that in turn made her rotate her buttocks still more insanely. Cindy reacted with chills of excitement and rapture spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of her husband's burgeoning cock burrow deeper and deeper into her throbbing cunt.

"Fuck me… Howie, fuck me…" she responded, not knowing that her words were being picked up by the microphone overhead. "I'm… almost there, darling!" She began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, rapturous little moans escaping from his lips. She was so wild she was going out of her mind! This is what Norma had meant, about being free! How right she'd been! Oh! Oh! She'd never known anything this good existed!

Howard increased his pace and the length of his stroke, knowing that he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano of his sperm-filled balls ready to erupt. Cindy raised her widespread loins up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his downward thrusts, gurgling her encouragement, her every moan and word being transmitted to the adjoining bedroom and the greedy ears of her husband's boss and his wife. Howard pounded his pile-driving cock harder and harder into her eagerly sucking cunt, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her breasts until her head was framed between them, bringing the tableau of her soft, innocent pussy open yet wider to his lashing plunges.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, oooohhhhhh!" she chanted under him as she felt her orgasm reach its pinnacle and soar into the heavens. And then she convulsed beneath him, her mouth wide, and a cry of animal delight, of pure pagan rapture, tore from the core of her being. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Never had she dreamed sex could be this wonderful!

"She's cum, she's cum!" wailed Ralph Taylor, and hammered deeper into his wife's warm, wet cavern. "Oh, Jesus, and… and I'm going to cum, too!" He felt his insatiable young wife spasm wildly beneath him, the mouth of her bearded young pussy sucking his cock feverishly, her breath spewing raggedly, and his hot, churning-sperm raced through his prick and spurted deep, deep into her voraciously contracting belly… it was a never-ending flow which caused her to cry out in indecipherable delight.

And as he overheard the banshee howls of his star salesman's climactic release, imagined the vast bursting of Howard's cum flooding his gorgeous young wife's rapidly undulating belly with surge after surge of hot semen, Ralph smiled cat-like and smug. "It's time now," he whispered to Norma. "It's time now that I change places with Howie."

As the torrent ended and Howard relaxed upon his supine wife, she in turn sighed and stretched out her legs, her heart still roaring and pounding like a mightily crashing surf. She felt Howard's penis grow limp inside her, and then he slowly slipped off of her and lay against her trembling, perspiring nakedness. He whispered in her ear, "Cindy… oh, God, darling, that was wonderful. It was beyond belief."

She kissed his cheek. "You've been right all this time, Howie. I should have let myself go a long time ago, and I sure fought it up to now… but tonight, after those pictures of Norma and Ralph, and all we had to drink, I… well, I found all the wonderful desires awakened which I'd kept repressed for so long."

Howard considered Cindy's still slurred words for a minute and then said, "I'm glad we came here."

"I am, too." She lovingly rubbed the palm of her hand up and down his stomach and side. "It's saved us, saved our marriage. Oh, Howie, I'm so sorry for what I've put you through for three years. I kept blaming you for being too demanding, and all the while it was my silly puritanical ways."

Howard was about to reply, when he suddenly felt a cold, strange hand on one buttock. He turned, unable to make out detail in the pitch-black bedroom, but the inky outline beside the bed needed no features. Howard instantly knew it was his boss, Ralph! His heart sunk in sudden shock. Ralph must have snuck in here on tiptoe – he was naked, standing there ready to take his place! A moan of abject pity broke from Howard's throat and he clenched his eyes shut in lewd remembrance of the horrible bargain he had made earlier in the evening.

"Howie? Is something the matter?" Cindy asked, her voice thick from the alcohol they had drunk.

What could he tell her? Terror seized his throat. If he blurted out the truth, that his boss was beside him, eagerly wanting to trade wives, the tremendous advances Cindy had taken tonight would be for nil. If she didn't leave him, she'd never make love with the same abandonment again. He knew it, knew how she would react to such faithless treachery. And Ralph would never forgive him either… besides, maybe Ralph was right. Maybe with all the drinks they had had she wouldn't know the difference.

"Howie?" Cindy's head was to one side, one arm covering her eyes in a sign of limp contentment. "Howie?"

"No – nothing's the matter, honey," he managed. He looked up with pleading eyes at Ralph, knowing that his boss couldn't see his expression. Ralph nudged him on the rear end again, indicating his impatience. His brain reeled, searching for answers, but instead and with instant revulsion he realized that in his helpless position his cock was beginning to stir with life again… the lewd thought of fucking Ralph's wife coming back, a betraying and prurient desire.

"I… I have to go to the bathroom, that's all," he said in a leaden voice. He knew there was no way out, that he would have to play along with Ralph, and gritting his teeth he rolled from his wife and stood up. He looked down at her, splayed with satiated abandonment upon the bed, blessed darkness hiding the full splendor of her tender, passionate body from him. A tear began to form in his eye and he numbly nodded to Ralph beside him. "I'll only be a minute," he mumbled.

"Hurry back, lover," his wife crooned. "You know what I want to do next…"

No! Howard stumbled to the door and the well of blackness which was the hall. No, she can't! She promised she'd suck my cock. Oh, if I'd only known, I'd never have gotten myself into this! He leaned against the hallway wall, choking back a sob of self-pity, anger, and frustration. It isn't fair!

Then the bedroom door was closed by Ralph, the well-oiled hinges making hardly a sound, plunging Howard into absolute silence. But only for a second, and then tender, soft hands found his chest, and a cool voice breathed in the murkiness: "Come on, Howie-baby. You've got a date with me!"

His boss' wife curled him to her heaving breasts, and Howard could instantly tell she was as naked as he was. He tried to stop himself from reacting, from wrapping his arms around her in response… but it was useless. After one frigid minute, his cock found a life of its own in reply to her rubbing stomach and thighs and lifted its head in the air…

"That's it, Howie-baby. Get big and hard for little Norma." Her words were hungry and passionsated. "We're going to have a fine time together, you and me…"

She led him into her bedroom, closed the door and by the dim light of a red-bulbed bedside lamp, crossed to the rumpled, still warm bed where she and her husband had just been fucking and listening on the intercom to the young couple wrapped in the throes of passion.

"Please…" Howard moaned. "My wife… I must…"

Norma chuckled. "Don't worry about her. I bet she's already flat on her back, being fucked silly in that hot little pussy of hers."

"No! Never!"

"Want to bet?"

"Cindy wouldn't allow another man near her!" he groaned in vain hope. "I know it! She's going to realize it's not me and scream! I know it!"

"No, she isn't. She's past that point, past all caring who it is now. After all that liquor and absinthe, and then the pictures…" Norma chuckled again. "No, Howie-baby, all she wants to do is have a man… any man. Of course," she added to placate the distraught young man, "of course, she thinks it's you in there… just like we planned."

"No! She'll know the difference right away!" he objected hotly.

"I'll prove it to you. Here, lie down on the bed." Gently she pushed him down so that he was lying on his back, staring upwards, his face evident of the mixture of horror, disbelief, and strange attraction for the beautiful, sensual woman hovering without any clothes on over him. "That's it, Howie-baby. Now listen…"

She reached up and turned the volume control on the speaker.

Howard held his breath, straining his ears. What was she talking about? Listen to what? Then he began to hear small sounds, barely audible, but they were unmistakable sounds. Soft, wet sucking noises that he had heard for the first time in his life while in the hotel room with that lascivious whore, Bonnie. He heard the noise again and he frowned at Norma. Norma only smiled back and teasingly lowered her raven-haired head down… down to where his cock was standing straight up. He jerked his loins at the electric contact of her lips upon his swollen penis. For a moment his thoughts of his wife and the strange sucking noises were lost in an explosion of idyllic feeling.

Then, from the intercom came the words: "Oh God, keep sucking, Howie… lick it! Lick it!" It whispered through the room, and Howard recoiled with its blatant meaning. His breath caught in his lungs and he struggled to his elbows, wide-eyed. He tried to speak, to shout in anger… but he couldn't. Instead he listened to the sounds of movement as though someone was struggling to pull someone else back to them… and then… the wet sucking sounds again but quieter this time. Ralph was sucking Cindy's cunt!

"That's right, Howie baby. That bedroom's wired for sound. Now you believe me?"

Norma plunged back to her task, finding no interference from the frozen, horrified young husband. She slaved over his cock, enjoying listening to the words herself. Howard moaned as if in some fever, thrashing his head back and forth and unconsciously thrusting his loins upwards to meet Norma's wildly milking mouth. Oh, God, how could Cindy be allowing that to happen to her, allow another man to suck her cunt? He wished he could see them. Was his wife straddling his boss with her legs open? Was she lying on her back spread-eagled with her legs open out wide? His tortured mind painted a thousand lewd scenes of Cindy with her legs splayed obscenely out over the sides of the bed while Ralph Taylor, that bastard, plundered her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and mouth…

Cindy had waited with tingling anticipation for Howard's return, and when the bed lowered with the weight of a man's body, she assumed it was her husband. Her head was swimming, a whirlpool of blurred thoughts and emotions, fired by the lust-provoking pictures, the aphrodisiac rum and absinthe, and her newfound sexual freedom.

"Oooooh, God," she suddenly groaned, for there was the feel of wet, moist lips gently nibbling one tender nipple. She quivered from the unexpected sensation and dropped her hand down the smooth skin of the man beside her, rubbed the palpitating belly for a moment, and then plunged to her goal.

Ralph fastened tighter on his salesman's wife's breast, beginning a gentle sucking pressure against it. His hands lightly coursed over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs, and then his tongue trailed down over her now quivering belly, his penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing soft mewls of pleasure from Howie's wife, and then he moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. Cindy felt her thighs being pressed gently open and she made no resistance as he haunched down between them. She sucked her breath as his fingers spread the soft hair-covered lips of her vagina and the coolness of the mountain air touched her there. His tongue flicked forward, the tip tossing the tiny bud of her clitoris, and then he spread the opening of her cunt wide with his fingertips and dropped his tongue from her clitoris and thrust it deep into the pink, moist flesh of her pussy.

"OOOhhhhhh," she moaned, and he held his tongue still for a moment, teasingly. She rotated her buttocks, and he began to nibble again. She held her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back over her teeth; then, after an eternity, she began to breathe again. Ralph started to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his tongue and mouth so that every little detail of her vaginal orifice was brought under his searing wet touch. She began to thrust mindlessly as the powerful pleasures coursing through her pussy took hold of her. Her husband's friend and boss slid his free hands under her white buttocks and pressed them tight to his face, locking her to him in a wet connection of tongue and vagina, her soft curly pubic hair graced tantalizingly against his cheeks.

She had feared this; thought it disgraceful and sinful in the cold sober light of logical day – but now, now that she had allowed herself to submit to it, to see if she could please her husband and herself by letting him kiss her down between the legs, a strange and masochistic wildness enveloped her. Nothing mattered but the lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. She writhed and bucked beneath his lingual impalement, gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came to her tortured mind.

Ralph thrust his tongue deeper, triumphantly hearing her cries. By God, he'd struck the nail on the head this time! Howard's wife was one hot little piece of tail, he thought through the haze of passion he was experiencing as he brought this tender young beauty to orgasm. He had waited his chance and planned well; now, by damned, he was going to reap all the reward he could get!

"Oh… keep sucking, Howie! Lick it! Lick it!" she cried, her thighs pressed tighter into the sides of his head, jerking with the thrustings of his tongue. She was on the brink of climax, she knew… not quite there… but hanging on the verge. Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her fingers twisting crazily in her husband's boss' hair. She arched her back, the cords of her neck standing out like steel cords, her face contorted and a low guttural scream rumbling deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a soulful gasp reminiscent of a dying animal.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" and then again: "AHHHHH!"

Cindy felt as if she were losing her insides as the cascading fluids of her orgasm gushed out around her supposed husband's still-thrashing mouth. She could feel it running down the crevice of her buttocks and to the sheet below. She gave one last gasp and collapsed, dropping her legs like heavy weights of lead to each side of Ralph's heaving body. She could not move. The world had ended and she had been consumed in the last great cataclysm. She lay absolutely immobile, useless as a rag doll.

"Rest for a moment, darling," Ralph panted in whispered tones from below. "And then… then I want you to do me."

"Yes, darling. Anything." Cindy knew that this should be the moment she dreaded, but now it seemed like such a small thing to do for her husband who had given her such wild, delicious feelings, had made her respond so. Now she actually wanted to kiss his penis, she wanted to with all her loving heart to repay the man beside her for the ultimate sign of love he had just bestowed on her…

All the while, Howard had been hearing his wife's obscene words, words he didn't know she knew, broken and slurred, mixed with the animal mewlings of passion from deep within her. Cindy groaned incessantly and he could hear the rustlings of her naked skin against the bed as she twisted and turned in response to his boss' hot licking tongue. He could picture his wife as in one of those Polaroid snapshots, her legs bent back nearly double, her whole young pussy presented lewdly up in defenseless sacrifice to his voraciously sucking mouth.

And it was exciting. He was excited, he had to admit it; excited from the wet sucking noises coming from the intercom, and excited from his boss' wife sucking his wildly throbbing prick. All the time he'd been listening to his wife being sucked by the manager, Norma had been sawing her mouth around his cock, and the sight of her ovaled lips caused him to tense and jerk until it seemed to him that he was sinking the full length of it all the way down her throat.

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke, was making the head throb as though his heart was beating inside it, and he watched hypnotically, fascinated by the sounds of the lewd debauch of his wife and the sight of Norma's fleshy lips clinging as she sucked hungrily. Her breasts danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting scene presented to him. He dropped his head to the pillow and pretended that it was his wife, Cindy, who was sucking him off. Cindy how he wanted to shove his cock in her mouth like he was doing to his boss' wife, how he wanted to shoot his own white hot semen down her throat and into that little belly of hers… Cindy…

And then he heard his wife clearly through the intercom as she emitted a sudden unearthly squeal that sounded as though his boss was killing her, although Howard knew he wasn't. She had reached her climax, and their bed groaned and creaked beneath her wild heavings. The wet sucking sounds coming from his wife's widespread cunt trailed off as she whimpered out her completion.

Howard's body was tense, and Norma's furious sucking couldn't kill the aching desire in his heart to be with Cindy now, to cradle her and comfort her as he always did after making love – and especially now, after hearing his wife being debauched as she'd never been debauched before. He wanted to run to her and bring out the same responses from his wife's lips that Ralph had, he wanted to show her – and himself – that he could do it too and just as well.

There was a rustle of bedspread and the soft sounds of naked bodies twisting around on it. Soft whispers that he couldn't make out drifted to his straining ears. Then there was the audible sound of heavy, course male breathing becoming more and more excited by the second. His boss was whispering things which by their tone were lewd and forbidden. Suddenly there was a gasping from Ralph as though he'd been knifed, and through the darkness came the unmistakable words: "Oohhhh, God! Your mouth is like warm butter!"

Howard groaned and clenched his eyes shut, wishing to blot out the horrible image forming in his mind of his wife's sweet, virginal lips slipping obscenely down over Ralph's glistening, thick cock. This was the ultimate humiliation, lying here with his own penis pressed tightly between another woman's, lips while his own beautiful, innocent wife sucked that very same woman's husband in the next room!

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he heard the manager groan out in a muffled whisper, and Howard jerked his head up off the pillow. He could see nothing except Norma's ever increasing passion for sucking cock, but his imagination ran amok, the low, dim form of his wife hunched on all fours over Ralph's grinding loins with his prick buried deep in her mouth emerged clearly to mind. She was not fighting it and low soft mewls of pleasure filled Howard's pain-wracked ears from her cock-filled mouth…

Cindy was surprised that the thought of kissing her husband's penis no longer repelled her as her own loins were still moist and warm from the pleasures he had just conferred upon her. Anything which made her feel that good could not be the degrading act she had imagined it to be.

When Ralph, still under the guise of her husband, had asked her, "Are you ready, dear?" she had promptly answered, "Yes, Howie."

Cindy began as slowly as he had done with her, working her way down his chest, licking his small male nipples and hearing him gasp, slowly lowering her tongue as she wetly licked his flesh. One hand grasped his hardened cock, teasing the shaft with her fingers that brought louder moans from his lips.

The position became uncomfortable for her, so she crawled over him, pushing his legs apart and kneeling on all fours between his thighs, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed. Her face was at his loins now and she continued the gentle skinning back and forth of his ever hardening cock. Her lips were a bare inch away from the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, then she flicked out her tongue, circling the head as he groaned and twisted beneath her. The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening at the head's end and darted into it; the sharp, pungent taste of his seminal fluid caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly from the pungent male odor. Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erection and she cupped his soft testicles, grazing her nails over the skin and curly pubic hair. She played longer than she should have, not being able to just yet bring herself to take the naked head and shaft in her soft mouth.

But Ralph could stand no more teasing. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached down with his hands and tangling them in her hair, thrust his loins up. Cindy resisted by clenching her lips and teeth together for a moment, last-minute doubts racing through her mind, but was too late. His thick, spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her moist, now yielding lips and between the whiteness of her teeth and into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the stiff shaft rub the full length of her tongue and bury itself deeply. She closed her eyes to keep from choking.

"Ooohhhh, God! Your mouth is like warm butter!" she heard him cry as he began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face.

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," Ralph hissed from above, his voice coarse and thick from passion.

Cindy did his bidding, feeling at the same time the excitement growing again in her own body from the hardened, excitedly throbbing cock she wax sucking. She worked slavelike, swishing her tongue around and around the head, sliding it in and out of her ovaled lips…

Howard could stand no more. Yet, as the sounds of her sucking flowed from the speaker, and his own quivering penis was being expertly sucked by his boss' wife, he forgot that it was his wife in the next room with his boss, forgot that Ralph was bringing cries of newfound lust that he, her own husband, had never from his wife. It was just a woman, a hot passion-crazed woman in the throes of an act as old as time itself. He felt his cock throbbing and aching in the tender mouth of Norma Taylor, and he moaned in masochistic self-torture as he screwed his loins upwards and listened helplessly to his wife slavishly sucking at his own boss' lust-hardened penis. The wet sucking noises Cindy and Norma were both making with their ovaled lips and tongues and the grunts of pleasure coming from Ralph's mouth as Howard's wife labored over him were too much for his reeling confused brain to accept. Forgotten were the circumstances, the horror and guilt Howard felt. He was now a wild, uncontrolled animal, wanting nothing more than to ram his aching penis into the woman hovering over him. He wanted to punish his wife emphatically, just as she was punishing him by her mistaken submission to the man in the next room.

Howard locked his eyes on Norma's full, sensual lips locked tightly around his long white cock, and he moved up a bit so that she could suck in still more of his hardened length. She started using her tongue, surrounding him in a hot wet bath of saliva and tender inner flesh of her cheeks. Moaning, he pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing mouth and surged upwards. She nibbled and all her hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Howard groaned incoherently and flexed his loins in and out of the open hole formed by her lips and watched wild-eyed as his full glistening cock disappeared into her voraciously clasping mouth. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsing and throbbing between her lips.

He wanted to cum… to make her swallow his sperm so that she would know later that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again… just as his own wife was being subjected to the domination of his own boss!

In the other room Cindy continued to manipulate Ralph Taylor's prick as her whole mouth opened wide and hungrily encompassed the smooth, rubbery head, letting it sink full length in her throat. I love it… I love his penis in my mouth… it tastes so good… how stupid I've been before! The sweet young housewife went crazy with the frenzy of new emotions, thrilling to the effect it was having on the man she supposed was her husband. Her head bobbed up and down as Ralph fucked upwards beneath her. He slammed repeatedly in her mouth, over and over, and Cindy realized that she wasn't sucking his cock – he was actually fucking her in the face! And that knowledge only instigated more uncontrolled tremors through her. Yes! Yes! He was about to cum! He was about to shoot hot, sticky sperm in her mouth! Crazily she sucked her husband's boas, her tongue swirling voraciously as his blood-filled prick pumped into her slavering mouth. Her cunt began to quiver and pulsate and then…

Ralph's cock began to suddenly spasm and he yelled: "I'm cumming! Oh, suck harder! Milk my balllllsssss!" He grabbed Cindy's head and held it to him as his giant penis spewed hot jets of sperm deep in her throat. Cindy continued to suck, swallowing the gushing orgasm, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid sequence to keep from choking. She swirled her tongue to lick him dry as she heard his groans of pleasure simmer to sighs of contentment, his hands no longer pressing against her head.

The lovely debauched wife sighed and let the now limp prick of Ralph Taylor fall from her lips. Lovingly, with the caresses saved for her husband, Cindy cuddled the base of his penis, licking where the tiny tufts of hair were matted with the cum which had escaped her tightly closed mouth. A dreamlike, almost comatose lethargy possessed her, and she sank into a blissful semi-sleep of satiation…

When Howard heard his manager, Ralph, suddenly scream, "I'm cumming! Oh, suck me harder! Milk my balls!" he was past any point where the knowledge that another man was fucking his wife in the mouth would have caused anger or hurt. It only spurred on his own intense pressure which was building in his testicles as they slapped hard up against Norma's chin. This hedonistic wife of the man who was with Cindy worked, in turn, with unbearable and excruciating passion, and Howard's cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.

And then, as the lewd image of his wife accepting greedily the semen from Ralph's organ whirled madly in his brain, Howard's cock jerked and a liquid flow rushed like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking penis. Norma groaned as the first needle of fiery cum flooded the back of her mouth, filling her warm cavity and bloating her cheeks to the bursting point. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep up with the tide of cum as Howard emptied his balls relentlessly into the hungrily accepting depths of her gullet.

Howard's body quivered as he felt the lust of his masculinity drained from his rapidly deflated penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling off the side of the bed. He started to rise from her, but she would not let his cock go, continuing to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him and rubbing her legs together as he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum running down the corners of her mouth. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as though he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he had ever possessed.

He was like that when, a few minutes later, the door opened and the naked, sweat-glistening form of his boss, Ralph, entered.

"Howie-boy," Ralph said, coming over to him, "Howie, that's some fine little piece of tail you've got in there."

Howard jerked his loins, acutely aware that Ralph's wife still was nibbling and licking his penis… and in front of her own husband! He grinned awkwardly, unable to say anything except a feeble: "Yes… I heard you both."

"That's quite a gadget, isn't it? Had the intercom put in just for that reason. Really turns you on, listening to other folks banging away."

Norma finally let loose of Howard's limp and slippery cock, and sitting up, she threw her arms around her husband's neck and murmured, "Good to see you, lover. Got any more for me?"

Ralph chuckled, and to Howard's amazement, the manager's penis began to rejuvenate, restoring itself to rigid hardness. "Always," he said. "There's always some left for you…"

"Good… then fuck me, lover…"

Howard scrambled from the bed as Ralph and Norma lowered their now tightly clenched bodies to the sheet. "Howie," Ralph said as he fingered his wife's cunt, "you can stay here if you want and watch… but I left a very lonely little wife in the next room," he chuckled obscenely. "I think she belongs to you."

The salesman staggered from the bedroom and back to his own, where he saw the blurred, black outline of his wife on the bed. He went to her and slipped in beside her, cradling her in his arms. Somehow, as he felt her breathing and contented cuddling to his chest, Howard couldn't resent what had happened. In the aftermath of the carnal exchange of mates, the guilt and anger he had feared he would experience didn't materialize, but only warm, deep, complete love for his wife. Perhaps Ralph was right, he thought dreamily… perhaps when he said that making love to another woman is only a healthy, natural sport and increased one's devotion for one's mate, he really knew of what he was speaking…

"Oh, Howie," murmured his wife, nestling closer, "oh, Howie, wasn't that wonderful?"

Quite truthfully, he replied, "Yes, Cindy my love, yes it was…" He choked. "You don't know how good it was."

"And I'm going to do that to you all the time from now on."

"Good, Cindy. I'd like that."

"Goodnight, Howie," she whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, Cindy," he replied tenderly and kissed her full on the lips, not caring that they were still moist from the warm gushing sperm his boss had flooded into her mouth a few short moments before…