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CHAPTER THREE

Carol wasn’t surprised later that day when both Brent and Amy retired to their rooms for a nap. All that hectic fucking must have exhausted them, she noted dryly. Carol made a tray of sandwiches and took them to John, who was still in their bedroom grading papers.

“Darling, take a break and have some lunch,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

John looked absently at her over the top of his glasses. “Oh, uh, no thanks, honey,” he said. “I’ll just eat here as I work. I’ve got to get these papers finished.”

“John,” Carol said with annoyance, “you’ve got all weekend, maybe even longer if we’re not rescued right away. Couldn’t you knock off for awhile and spend some time with me?”

“Sure, honey, this evening,” John said, turning back to his work.

Carol resisted the urge to dump the tray of food on his head. She stalked out of the room and went back to the living room, where she’d left Lucie Davis and Tom Archer talking. She could spend the afternoon chatting with them, perhaps get her mind off her anger towards John. But when she reached the living room, Tom and Lucie were nowhere to be seen.

They could hardly have gone for a walk, not with twenty-foot snowdrifts piled against the doors. Carol began a quiet room-to-room search and eventually ended up in the basement. As she approached the rec room, she heard voices from the half-open door. She reddened. Oh, no, she thought, not again.

“The only possible problem would be Carol,” Lucie was saying. “John’s got his nose in a book, as usual, and Brent and Amy are sleeping.”

“I saw Carol go into her room,” Tom replied. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about. But, Christ, I hate this sneaking around.”

“It is getting to be a drag,” Lucie agreed. “Look, Tom, what if we just told Brent and Amy we’ve been having an affair? You know, sort of give them license to do the same. It isn’t really fair to them, the way things are now.”

“You may be right,” Tom said. “I think they’d understand. They might even want to join us.”

“What a great idea,” Lucie laughed, “swingers. But we can talk about that later, darling. Come here. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you ever since we got here.”

Well, at least that solved Carol’s dilemma about whether to tell Lucie and Tom about Brent and Amy. It looked as if they’d end up telling each other, and she didn’t want to be involved when the fur started flying. She didn’t know whether to be shocked or amused. Neither adulterous couple seemed to have suspected the other.

She peeked around the door to confirm her hearing. Sure enough, Lucie and Tom were locked in each other’s arms, kissing passionately. Carol felt a spark of envy. It seemed that everybody in this place was getting laid except her. Oh, and John, of course, but he didn’t seem to care if he had a sex life or not. Carol wished she could get off on a stack of exam papers.

As she watched Lucie and Tom kissing, she realized that the proper thing to do was just sneak away and leave them alone. She also felt a powerful temptation to spy on them. It had been so exciting watching Brent and Amy, and she’d observed quite a few new ways to make love. Why not watch again? She had nothing else to do the whole afternoon.

You should be ashamed, she told herself. What are you, some kind of voyeur?

But her curiosity won out. Quickly she slipped into the room and behind the drapes. Not a moment too soon, for Lucie and Tom broke their kiss and wandered over to the big leather couch. Tom sat down on the edge and began untying his shoes. Lucie stood before him and undid the long zipper at the back of her dress. Carol’s heart hammered.

She didn’t know why, but she really got off on this spying. It was wicked, it was dangerous, but it was so thrilling. Not to mention informative. She’d learned a lot about oral sex already, and now maybe she’d learn more. She watched eagerly as Lucie’s dress slipped off her shoulders and floated to the floor.

Lucie stepped out of it, wearing a skimpy matching set of black lace panties and bra. She was a tall woman and very slender, with very gentle curves to her body. Her coal-black hair was piled on top of her head. She looked as elegant as a fashion model. Tom glanced up at her and smiled appreciatively.

“Let me help you with that bra,” he grinned.

Lucie smiled seductively as Tom rose and came over to her. He reached around her and deftly unhooked her bra. He drew it off and dropped it on the floor. Carol gawked. Lucie had very small but beautifully shaped tits, the size and shape of little apples. They were capped with small rosy-red nipples. Tom cupped her boobs, his big hands enfolding them completely.

Lucie stood there, calm and smiling, as her friend’s husband pawed her pretty little jugs. Again Carol was amazed and a little shocked that people could be so cool about adultery. She’d never dreamed of cheating on John – not until now. The Davises and the Archers make it look like a routine thing.

Tom slid his hands down Lucie’s sleek slender body and grasped the waist band of her tiny black bikini panties. He inched the little garment down, grinning all the while. Carol blushed but went on watching avidly from her hiding place behind the drapes. Soon she could see Lucie’s tiny round ass, then the small black puff of her bush. The panties slithered down her legs, and she stepped out of them, completely naked.

“Your turn,” Lucie said huskily to Tom.

She had his skiing sweater and t-shirt off in no time. Carol looked wistfully at his broad chest, which was thatched with blond hairs, and his muscular arms. Tom really had a nice body. Her interest picked up even more when Lucie went to her knees before him and unbuckled his belt.

“I’m a big boy now,” Tom chuckled. “I could do this myself.”

“Oh, but darling,” Lucie cooed, “you know I love to undress you.”

The broad grin on Tom’s face suggested that he really didn’t mind, either. He watched as Lucie opened his pants and slid them down. She also made short work of his jockey shorts. He stepped out of the puddled clothing, but Lucie remained where she was, on her knees in front of him, eyeing his cock and balls.

Carol was looking at the same thing, of course. Until today she’d never seen any cock but John’s. Tom was nicely hung, his thick seven-incher standing up stiffly, capped with a bulb-like purple head. His swollen rosy balls were lightly thatched with golden-blond hairs, the same color as his bush and head. Lucie murmured something and brought her face closer to his rigid prick.

“We better not take too much time,” Tom cautioned her. “They won’t be napping much longer.”

“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport, darling,” Lucie said. “You know I didn’t have any lunch.”

And with that, she took a firm hold of his thick cock-stalk, brought the pale meat close to her mouth, and began to lick. Her small pink tongue lapped all over his swollen dick, leaving it shining with her saliva. Tom gave a low moan and broke into a lusty grin. He gripped Lucie’s shoulders to steady himself and watched her licking his cock.

“Ummmmm, yeah, I think we can spare a little time for that,” he sighed.

Carol was blushing furiously behind the drapes. She’d read a few things about oral sex and about cock-sucking in particular, but she couldn’t imagine actually doing it. It seemed to be so wicked and kinky, putting your tongue on a guy’s prick. But Lucie was perfectly cool about it, as if it was something she did every day. And maybe she did.

She licked Tom’s cock with real enjoyment, murmuring and sighing as she tasted his meat. She swished her little pink tongue around and around the milky-white blue-veined column, making it shine. Slowly Carol lost her embarrassment and began to understand what was exciting Lucie. Actually, she thought, it might be a real turn-on to lick a man’s cock. She imagined doing it to John, and she shivered with lusty longing.

Tom was enjoying every second of Lucie’s leisurely expert cock-licking. He grinned, sighed, and quivered. She was working her way slowly from the thick base of his prick up to the fat hard purple head. When her swishing wet tongue finally met the head of his dick, he gasped, then moaned loudly. Carol understood that the head of his cock was especially sensitive.

“Oh,yeah, baby,” he moaned, “lick me there. That’s great!”

Lucie used her stiff slippery tongue-tip to rim and tease the big purple head of his cock. She ran it around and around the swollen bulb, and as she did so, big bright bubbles of juice oozed from the small slit-mouth of Tom’s cock. Lucie spotted them and quickly lapped them up, swallowing them eagerly. Carol blushed again. Lucie seemed to have no modesty, no inhibitions at all.

“Yeah, eat it, baby,” Tom was moaning. “Taste good?”

“Ummmmm,” Lucie sighed. “You know I love to eat you, darling.”

“I suppose you go down on Brent, too?” Tom said with just a touch of jealousy.

“Why, of course, darling,” Lucie cooed. “That’s only fair, isn’t it? He enjoys it just as much as you do.”

“I wonder,” Tom sighed, “I really wonder.”

Lucie interrupted his wondering by digging the pointed hot tip of her tongue into the small slit-mouth of his cock. Tom yelped. She reamed the little hole, digging out all his hot sticky juice. When she’d completely cleaned the head of his cock, she licked her way back down again, pink tongue flashing and gleaming. She licked right through his golden bush and onto his swollen rosy-red nut sacs.

“Oh, Jesus, yes!” Tom gasped. “Lick my nuts, honey. Yeah, that feels terrific!”

Carol couldn’t stop blushing, nor could she take her eyes off the kinky scene before her. Everything Lucie did seemed so wanton and wicked, yet at the same time wildly exciting. Carol longed to do all those naughty things to John – lick his cock, his balls, taste his juice. But John would be shocked right out of his socks if she even suggested it. She sighed enviously.

Lucie took her time with Tom’s balls, lapping and lashing them with her expert little tongue, making them bounce and quiver. Tom was grinning broadly, clearly loving it. When at last every inch of his swollen nut sacs was gleaming with her saliva, Lucie once more worked her way up to the head of his prick, lapping slowly and eagerly.

“Come back for more, did you?” Tom sighed.

More gleaming juice had collected on the hard head of his cock. Lucie licked it all up and swallowed it, then looked around for more. Suddenly, to Carol’s shock and astonishment, the slender brunette popped the whole purple cock-head into her mouth. Her cheeks indented as she gave a powerful suck, and half of Tom’s pale prick disappeared between her lips.

“Jesus!” Tom yelped. “Oh, baby, Yeah! Suck my cock, Christ, that’s good!”

Carol’s mind reeled. She just couldn’t imagine anything more kinky and wanton than taking a cock in her mouth and sucking on it, but Lucie was going at it like she’d been doing it all her life. Her dark head bobbed quickly up and down as she sucked noisily on Tom’s prick. Carol could clearly hear the obscene wet slurping sound of her sucking.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Tom chanted hoarsely.

Again as Carol’s shock passed, she began to understand Lucie’s excitement. It would be a weird and wicked thrill to take John’s cock in her mouth and give him such wild pleasure. She eagerly observed Lucie’s technique. Her small red-glossed lips were hugely stretched by Tom’s thick stalk, and she’d drawn in her cheeks sharply to make a tight juicy nest for his prick. She sucked hard and fast, as if starved for his meat.

“Oh, Christ, Lucie, that’s enough,” Tom finally moaned. “Don’t wanta come in your mouth.”

Carol stifled a gasp. Did people really do things like that? She imagined letting John come in her mouth, getting a big sizzling load of his jism. It was wickedly exciting to her. Some day she wanted to try it on him, if ever she could change his idea about sex. Sex to John was just like grading papers – get it over with quickly and efficiently.

But now Carol dismissed John from her mind and watched intently as Lucie let Tom’s rigid gleaming cock spring from her lips. It hit his flat belly with a loud wet splat, soaked with her saliva. Tom caught her under the arms, lifted her, and guided her onto the couch. Lucie lay on her back and opened her long legs very wide, throwing one over the back of the couch, letting the other hang off the edge.

Her scarlet gash was completely revealed. Her slit was narrow and fringed with little black curls. Carol could see the bright red button of her clit, the small shadowed mouth of her cunt, and even the little wrinkled mouth of her asshole. Lucie didn’t even blush as she displayed all this before Tom’s burning hungry eyes.

“I had lunch,” he said with a grin. “But I wouldn’t mind a little dessert.”

Lucie grinned back at him as he knelt between her long coltish legs and dipped his face right into her gleaming red pussy. He kissed all over the swollen hot flesh, and Carol felt a rush of lust that made her stomach turn over. What she wouldn’t give to have a man do that to her! From watching Amy, she already knew how great it must feel.

She watched enviously as Tom’s thick red tongue flashed out and tickled the tiny scarlet lump of Lucie’s clit. He pressed his tongue-tip firmly against the little button and flicked it back and forth, quickly, briskly. Lucie gasped, and her dark eyes fluttered. A flush of arousal spread over her slender naked body.

“Ummmmm, yes, darling, eat my pussy,” she moaned. “You know I adore that.”

Carol speculated grimly on how John would react if she asked him to eat her pussy. He probably wouldn’t even know what she was talking about. Or be horrified, thinking she meant their cat. John was pretty damned hopeless when it came to the refinements of love-making. But Tom knew what he was doing and obviously enjoyed it. His tongue flashed rapidly over Lucie’s stiff swollen love-bud.

“Beautiful, darling, just beautiful,” she sighed, “Suck my clit, please. Make me come. I feel like I could come a hundred times today.”

Welcome to the club, Carol thought miserably.

She always felt like she could come a hundred times, but she was lucky if she got off even once from John’s infrequent jack-rabbit fucks. It felt as if she had years of unsatisfied lust stored up in her burning, aching pussy. She imagined being in Lucie’s place, having Tom briskly tonguing her greedy little clit. She’d come within seconds, come like a bomb.

But, alas, all she could do was stand there and watch and envy. She felt a hot spurt of juice from her cunt as Tom pressed his lips to Lucie’s fat little clit and started to suck on it. He sucked hard and swiftly, making a wet slurping noise. Lucie gasped and arched her body upward, pressing her joy button eagerly to his mouth.

“Eeeeee!” she shrieked.

If they hadn’t been in the cement-walled basement, that shrill cry would have awakened everyone in the house. As it was, Lucie and Tom were taking a terrible risk, but it didn’t seem to worry them in the least. Tom went on sucking noisily on Lucie’s juicy little joy button, while Lucie shrieked her delight and clawed the couch in a frenzy of excitement.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, darling, now! Ohhhhhh!”

Carol could have wept with envy. She so desperately needed to come herself. The crotch of her panties was once more soaked with steamy hot cunt-cream as she watched Lucie writhe and wail in orgasm. Tom kept sucking noisily on her clit, making it even better for her. If only John could be like that in bed! He always seemed oblivious of Carol’s responses and feelings.

Finally Lucie sighed and went limp. Tom kept his face right in her soaked little snatch, gently licking his way down to the drooling mouth of her cunt. He rimmed the little hole with the tip of his tongue, lapping up her come-juice. He waited for her to stop panting, then eased his thick red tongue slowly up her cunt. Carol quivered with horny longing as she watched it disappear.

“Oooooooo!” Lucie wailed, “Oooooo!”

Carol felt burning-hot cunt-juice soaking right through her panties and trickling down her thighs. She felt dizzy with lust, how great it must be to have a man’s slick hot tongue deep inside. Lucie once more arched her slender body upward, taking Tom’s tongue as far as she could into her eager wet box.

“My God, yes!” Lucie whimpered. “Stick your tongue in meee!”

Tom’s blond head began to bob. He was working his thick tongue in her, jerking it in cock-like motions, fast and rough. Lucie groaned and began moving her pussy in time to his thrusts. Carol could hear the lewd squishing noise of his tongue as it reamed her juicy little twat. Lucie’s eyes rolled crazily, and then suddenly she wailed and came again.

“Ohhhhh!” she cried. “Yes, yes… yes!”

Tom’s head bobbed steadily between her thighs as she came. Only when she went limp and panting did he finally raise his face from her pussy and wipe her sticky cream from his mouth and cheeks. Lucie grinned lustily at him, her eyes hot and wanton. Tom grinned back. Then he deftly flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

“Oh, feeling a little doggie today, are you, darling?” Lucie giggled.

“Woof,” Tom replied.

Lucie’s tiny round ass was sticking up in the air. Tom knelt behind her and inserted the knobby purple head of his cock into her small juicy cunt-mouth. Carol just barely stifled a moan of envy and lust as she watched his thick pale prick lunge deep into Lucie’s box. She so urgently needed a good stiff cock, she felt she might die of frustration.

In fact, she couldn’t even watch any longer. It was too much. Tom’s hips began to jerk roughly as he balled Lucie, and she clawed the couch and screamed ecstatically. They both closed their eyes, concentrating on their pleasure, and Carol grabbed the chance to slip from the room. Her poor starved pussy was swollen, wet and aching with need.

She marched determinedly upstairs and into the room she was sharing with John. He looked up, startled, from his papers.

“John,” Carol said firmly, “I’m horny! I’m so horny I could die!”

John gawked at her, then slowly turned beet-red. “Carol, what’s come over you?” he said. “You never used filthy language before.”

“I just told you, dammit!” Carol cried. “I’m horny! I need to get laid. I’m a normal healthy woman, and I haven’t been fucked in two weeks.”

John shook his head wonderingly. “Well, I’ll try to get around to that tonight,” he said, “but right now I’m pretty busy. Why don’t you go take a cool shower? I hear that’s supposed to help.”

Carol was too stunned to reply. She slammed into the bathroom, quivering with anger and frustration. What was the matter with that jerk, anyhow? Didn’t he have any human feelings? She was beginning to think her husband was made of ice.

She drew herself a deep warm bath – no medieval tortures for her. As she slipped into the water, she decided to give herself another treat, too. She reached down and began to stroke the hot sensitive button of her clit. If John wouldn’t help her out, dammit, then she’d do it herself.

But playing with herself wasn’t a permanent solution to her problem. Sooner or later she’d have to confront John and give him the message – do his duty in bed or lose her. All she had to do was get up the nerve to say it. Or she could take Amy and Lucie’s way out, find other men.

“Sure,” Carol sighed, “fat chance!”