"The exhibitionist wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grayson Gilda)

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Can we look in your bedroom… to make sure, first?" Evelyn countered Ron's statement about wanting to burst in and catch his wife in the act.

"I don't know. The windows are kind of high in the bedroom…!" he told her. "But maybe I could get something to stand on…"

Walking softly, they stole up to the window, Ron carrying a folding aluminum chais lounge chair, which he placed on the ground and gingerly stood up on to test its stability. The added height brought his eyes up above the sill, and he could see directly into his and Susan's bedroom. Up to that instant, he was willing to disbelieve Evelyn Holden's story… but as the scene on the bed burned into his brain, he knew that it was true… every word of it!

"I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!" he hissed. "She's letting him eat her cunt… and she's never even let me do that!"

Evelyn was standing beside him now, gazing through the slight gap in the drapes. She saw her husband, Fred, his face buried down between Ron's wife's softly tapered thighs, and she knew exactly what the young wife was feeling. Down between her own thighs, she felt the warming fires of her arousal, the viscid moisture bedewing the opening of her vagina, and she hoped that her strategy would work to get the young husband aroused and ready to the point where he would have to take her sexually. He's virile… and handsome!

"… And, she really likes it, too… doesn't she…?" Evelyn observed in a murmured whisper close to his ear.

"Yeah… just like she did with her boss, Miss Sloan!" Ron said acidly. "Christ! I ought to go in there and bash both their heads in!"

"All women like it… like that!" Evelyn whispered.

"… Then, how is it, she's never let me do it to her…?"

"Maybe she didn't know… until…"

"Until that lesbian… taught her…?"

"Yes…" Fred's wife breathed. "… And, I suppose she's never sucked you… either…?"

"No! God damn it!"

Evelyn's free hand went down into the young husband's pocket. Ron felt it and looked over at her quizzically, asking, "What the hell…?"

Down among the change in his pants pocket, her fingers went exploring to find the fast-hardening shaft of his cock, feeling it throb to erect life as she fondled it through the cloth.

"Just checking…" she smiled up at him, "to see what effect that little scene on the bed… is having on you!"

Ron was shocked as her fingers inside his pocket caressed the pulsing length of his stiffening prick. It was totally unexpected. "What are you doing that for…?"

"To see whether you're interested…"

"… In you…?" he gasped. "You mean…?"

"Well… my husband's in there… making it with your wife… so…?" she smiled at him impishly.

"… And you want me… to…"

"Fuck me!" she finished for him, the four letter obscenity rolling off her tongue lewdly, as she gave his now hardened cock a meaningful squeeze.

"Hell! That doesn't make sense!"

"It'd serve them both right… especially if we let them catch us… too!"

Ron's massive erection jerked involuntarily against her hand in his pocket. "I'm beginning to see…" he whispered. Then, she was taking her hand out of his pocket and stepping down to the ground in front of him. With sure, knowing hands, Fred's wife reached out for the zipper of his pants fly, found the tab and pulled it down, the metallic sound loud in the heavy night air. "… And, I'll start taking care of you… right now!" she murmured, as her hand, smooth, white and dainty, dipped into his opened fly to bring forth his lancing cock.

He looked down at her where she stood, holding the massive shaft of his prick in her hand, felt the wash of the cool air over it, followed by the heat of her breath, as she unhesitatingly leaned forward to kiss the sensitive throbbing head, then, working the loose foreskin back, she smiled up at him and asked, "With a lovely monster cock like this… how is it you can't keep your wife satisfied…?"

His heart was beating a rapid tattoo in his chest, as he realized that she intended to suck his cock, but her two-edged question, a compliment and a criticism, cut him to the quick. Looking in at the scene of his wife and Evelyn's husband on the bed, he saw the contorted look of passion on his wife, Susan's face, as her hands groped down to the sandy hair of Fred Holden's head, her finger entangling in it to pull his mouth in tighter to her heated and demanding cunt.

"I guess it's because I'm too tired… most of the time!" he whispered sourly.

"… Are you too tired, now… Ron, darling…?" Evelyn asked, her lips ovalling, as she leaned toward the yearning throb of his cock's head held in her tiny, soft hand.

"No… I'm not…" he said. Her mouth encompassed the head of his prick, and he felt the warm wetness of it, soft, gentle and sexy as hell. "OOOooohhh!" It was a soft moan of absolute pleasure that was wrung from his mouth. Dame! If I weren't actually experiencing this… I wouldn't believe it! Twenty minutes ago… this woman was an absolute stranger… and now she's sucking my cock! He didn't know how much of that he could take, before he'd have to lay her down and fuck her… or does she figure on sucking me… all the way…? Involuntarily, his hips flexed driving his pulsating cock deeper into her mouth, and he could feel her agile, bewitching tongue inside her mouth swirling deliciously around the head of his penis. God! Her mouth is like honey on me!

On the bed in the Merrils' apartment, Fred Holden's lips probed upward until he located Ron's wife's erect, pulsating clitoris in her cuntal slit, his tongue darting out to tease and lick its nerve-rich length. She mewled and whined her agonizing pleasure when he took the short throbbing length of it lightly between his teeth, as his tongue caressed it in ever decreasing circles, until finally the fiery tip of his tantalizing tongue concentrated on the tiny head to send high-voltage sensation crackling through her palpitant loins.

Uncontrollably her head flailed from side to side, her hands pulling his face and mouth into her demanding loins with furious energy and her hips ground up at his pleasure-giving mouth with wild abandon.

Listening to her moans of passion, Fred felt what he considered to be a well-earned elation. She's just about ready to cave in… and then she'll be all mine, God damn it! Then, he began to drape her legs obscenely up over his shoulders, his hands going under her quivering buttocks to pull them in even closer to his swirling and flicking tongue, as he shifted now to rotate it sexily just inside the velvet-lined opening of her vagina. None too patiently he waited for the moment when all of her defenses would be breached, and she would be like putty in his hands… his to do with whatever he damned well pleased. God! My balls ache…! But, he'd wait! Christ! It'll be worth it! She's a luscious piece of tail!

Suddenly, everything melted away in Susan; there was no point any longer in resisting the demanding sexuality of her body. She had to have it, now! She wanted everything… wanted his tongue, his cock… wanted to be fucked to an ultimate rapture, and her nakedly trembling buttocks convulsed and jerked involuntarily under the aegis of his ravishingly tantalizing tongue. It was an exquisite torture that hummed through her sensually attuned nerves… Then, wholly unexpectedly, she felt his tongue leave her vagina and flick downward, its tip licking lewdly at the tiny, puckered hole of her anus. The moistly warm contact jolted her as new, electric sensations charged through her loins, the forbidden, pleasure-laden feelings boiling through her like a sudden, flash flood in confused, racing chaos. Her eyes closed, and her tongue began to flick in and out of her mouth, as her head rolled from side to side, mussing her hair hopelessly, while wildfire lightnings grounded in her quivering, white belly.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "You're driving me crazy! Why don't you… go ahead and do it to me…?!"

That's it! Fred Holden's grin of secret triumph spread across his face, as he continued to tantalize the sensitive, nether opening for another moment or two. Let her beg for it! That's the way I want her! Then, his tongue was back on her clitoris dancing a rapid, licking two-step directly on the sensation-charged head of it. Come on, Susan, baby… beg!

"Oh, OOooohhh, OOOOOoooohhhh! That's enough! I-I want you to put it in, now… and do it… the right way!" Ron's wife groaned pleadingly. "Oh, please… please…?"

… And, outside the bedroom window, standing on the lawn chair, watching and listening, as his wife began begging to be fucked, Ron Merril couldn't believe that it was all happening. It was real all right. His rock-hard cock was slipping easily in and out of Evelyn Holden's avidly sucking mouth, and he could feel the building load of sperm that would begin spewing pretty damned soon… if he didn't stop her… But, I'll have to! What was it she said… about letting them catch the two of us…? It'd serve Susan right… God damn it! Let her know that I can play the same game! Christ! She's not acting like a woman who's being forced! She's enjoying it too damned much! The little bitch! Then, he wondered: I wonder how many other guys have had her… since she's been working in that lousy, Rent-a-Model studio…?

With an effort of will, Ron Merril reached down to Evelyn's head and held it immobile for a moment, stopping the countering bob of it, and as he flexed his hips backward to pull his aching prick from between her lips, he whispered, "God! That's enough! If you go on any longer like that… I'll be cumming! Besides… I want to fuck you, now… so they'll be able to see us!" He stepped down off the folding lounge chair and went on, "So let's go inside!"

Nothing could have pleased Evelyn Holden more. Everything was working out just perfectly. She had been a little worried about being caught there in the alleyway. It would have been terribly embarrassing, but the deep darkness had shrouded them, while she had so boldly taken his cock out and sucked it right there. The situation had needed direct action, and she had taken it. Otherwise… things could have gotten out of hand! She hated violence, and Ron could have become violent. Anyway, it's more fun… to fuck… than fight!

Gleefully, she sensed as much as saw the young husband tuck his spearing prick back into his trousers and zip up his fly; then he was taking her by the hand, gripping it forcefully and leading her around the building to the front door of his apartment. Envisioning the near future, Evelyn told herself she just had to see Fred's face when he discovered her and the young blonde's husband. She hoped it would be a particularly critical moment; if it were it would be the more perfect.

… And, even though Ron was driven by his great urgency, he produced his key, unlocked the door carefully and as silently as he could, swinging it open and pulling Fred's wife into his living room and unnecessarily cautioning her to quiet as he closed the door softly. Then, they were standing in the middle of the Merrils' modest living room… but there was nothing of modesty in Evelyn. From where they stood they had a clear view into the bedroom, the door standing wide open to reveal all that was happening on the Merrils' marital bed. Best of all every little sound, as well as every word could be heard clearly. While Ron stood there watching his wife's debauchment, Evelyn's hands were busy unbuckling, unzipping and stripping his pants down to his knees. "Oh, God, Ron… let's hurry up and get naked now!" she breathed.

With his hungry mouth down between Susan's thighs, Fred could barely contain himself as now he began to lash his agile tongue deep into the young wife's searing, cock-hungry cuntal opening, feeling the gyrating thrust of her loins up against him and reveling in the tickle of her soft, silky and golden pubic hair, sparsely ringing her pulsating, fleshy pussy lips, against his nose and cheeks; then, raising his eyes he looked up over the golden pubic mound, out along the white plain of her belly and through the narrow valley between her breasts to watch her passion-contorted face, reflecting her ecstatic sensuality. Her eyes were glazed, her jaw hanging slack with her concentration on the sensations chasing themselves through her fully aroused body, as she gave herself over to the complete enjoyment of her rapture, and her head rolled from side to side uncontrollably. Only a few more seconds, God damn it… and I'll be fucking her silly! He'd fuck her like she'd never been fucked before… until she screamed with an unbearable ecstasy.

… And, lying on her back, her legs spread obscenely, waiting impatiently for her ravisher – her lover, now – to shove his monstrously hard penis deep into her trembling belly to fulfill her ecstatic desire – a desire she hadn't expected to develop – Susan's heart pounded beneath her tingling breasts, and she was sure that she'd go crazy, if he didn't do it… soon. She couldn't wait much longer… Or, I'll cum! God! I'm so hot! I feel like I'm burning up… down there…! And, I've never wanted anything… so much… in my life… before!

It seemed to her as though his wild licking and sucking of her cunt had gone on almost forever. The sensations tumbling insanely through her were building to an explosive level, and she knew it would be only a matter of split seconds until she would cum. Suddenly, she didn't want him to stop… but he did!

"Ooooooohhhhh, Fred! Don't stop… now! Keep it up… for just a little while more! OOOOoooohhhh!" she wailed, knowing now that she was almost there oil that craggy mountain-top of imminent orgasm. "Doooooon't stop!"

In the living room, Susan's husband frantically kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and shorts, his aroused and demanding cock's shaft standing out pulsingly from his hairy loins. Then, with fumbling fingers he was trying desperately to get his shirt off, while the wife of the man who was on the bed with his wife causing her to whine moaningly was slipping out of her own clothing. As Susan, in the bedroom was begging Fred not to stop, Evelyn, stripped down now to her panties was murmuring sexily, "Come on, Ron… I can't wait… to get that marvelous cock of yours… up inside me!"

… And, for an agonizing moment, Ron was torn between two conflicting desires, only one of which he could possibly fulfill. Damn! My wife's really hot… and how I'd love to fuck her… right now! However, standing there before him, snaking her panties down over her hips stood Evelyn Holden, urging him to hurry… to stuff her cunt full of hard cock… and he couldn't get his damned shirt off.

Now, Evelyn was pressing her voluptuously naked body up against him, her hands unbuttoning his shirt skillfully and helping him to shed it, after which with a whispered oath he whipped off his undershirt and clasped her tight to him. God! She was absolutely ravishingly beautiful, willowly but curvaceous, her hazel eyes looking up into his with an impish, sexy glow, her face framed by her blue-black hair. He felt her body tightly welded to his, her lovely, white breasts mashed hard against his chest, their coned out, hardened nipples, tiny points of fire against the hairiness of his chest, while below, his massively hardened prick was trapped in a warm, fleshy snare between their flat bellies. She undulated against him, as he seemed to hesitate, listening to the words and sounds from the bedroom and turning his head to see what was happening.

"You'd like to… fuck me… wouldn't you, Ron…?" Fred's wife whispered hotly up into his ear, as she stood on tip toe, parting her thighs slightly at the same time to entrap his rock-hard, cock's shaft between them, causing it to lie warm and throbbing along the moist furrow of her heated cunt.

"What…?" he choked, distracted. God, yes! "Yeah, I'll fuck you, baby! I've got to… now!" It hadn't been hard to make that decision at all. He merely followed the path of least resistance. Hell! He was already within a fraction of an inch of having it in her!

Then, the black-haired beauty's lips were there, parted and moist waiting for his deep kiss. Their lips met and melded and tongues searched sexily tasting probingly, and without thinking they mutually sank to the rug, Evelyn's legs parting to allow his slim-hipped body to wedge down between her thighs.

Reaching down between them, Fred's wife grasped the thick length of his wildly pulsing cock's shaft and guided it straight into the moist warmth of her throbbing vaginal mouth, then, pulling her thighs back along his flanks, she said, throatily up into his mouth, "Now, Ron, darling! Fuck me, now… with everything you've got in you!"

Ron's head swam with the dizzying elation of it all. Manfully, he flicked his hips forward and drove the massiveness of his stiffened prick deep into the warmly receptive channel of her tightly clasping pussy. His pubic bones crashed into hers, while below his drawn-up testicles smacked hard into the crevice of her passion-trembling alabaster-white buttocks.

"AAAaaaggggh!" Susan's husband grunted with the satisfaction of his entrance into her. God damn…! And, to think… I'd never seen this luscious little piece… until just a few minutes ago!

Beneath Susan's young husband, Evelyn moaned with delighted surprise as Ron's enormously hard and pulsating cock's shaft went deep into her desire-drenched vaginal passage, its thick length filling her cuntal sheath more than adequately; then, as he began to rock above her thrusting it in and out with furious energy, she began to counter him with her own undulantly writhing movements, fucking back at him with a wantonness he had never known in a woman.

"Oh, that's it… Ron!" Fred's wife moaned, not bothering to whisper now. "Fuck me… hard…! And long… and deep! OOOooohhhh… like that!"

Their kiss broken, now, Ron heaved himself up above her, flexing his knees and digging his toes into the nap of the rug, as his hips pounded his aching cock deeper and longer into the deliciously warm depths of her rhythmically clasping cunt.

"Don't worry, Evelyn… baby! I'll fuck you so damned hard… you won't be able to see straight!" Ron grunted pantingly, as he tried to keep the promise to her.