Since graduating from college, Simon and Melissa lived with her parent's at
their large estate in Rhode Island. Melissa, more than Simon, wanted to move
out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though he had the best
intentions in the world, Melissa didn't want her husband conforming to her
father's conservative way of life, which she felt Simon would if they remained
living there. As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the mud at times,
and Melissa didn't want him getting any worse. Her prayers were answered one day
when Simon received an unexpected job offer from one of his old friends. The
sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her charms and every trick she knew to
coax Simon into accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her
father had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position within
his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melissa won out, and they moved
away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin. Tonight, a week after their
move, her husband's old high school friends were having a welcome home party at
The Landing, a small lodge hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for
the evening, Simon's buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while
telling Melissa, the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have
together. After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales,
Melissa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet
another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey.
Melissa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her
husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was. With a drink
in her hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead
un-characteristically walked up to him and asked Simon to go outside,
suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him. Simon grumbled, "Maybe,
later." Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melissa
walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was
incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon
hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the moonbeams
sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the surrounding forest and
patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the railing, Melissa noticed the
shadow of someone off to the side, but she was too horny to concern herself with
one of her husband's drunk friends. Slowly turning around, she tilted her head
back, and parted her lips for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts
as he bent down to kiss her. Melissa felt him groping around at the top of her
expensive dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He
finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His touch felt
like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace cups of her bra.
Melissa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was happy that it matched
hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In his lustful state he had torn
her bra apart. The round curves and softness of her large breasts were now
totally exposed to the night air. Melissa didn't care that he had ripped her
bra. She had waited three long hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing
wasn't going to dampen her excitement. He pinched her already hardened nipples
while his lips continued to crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melissa
moaned her hunger into his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the
undulating cheeks of her firm ass. Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5",
even with 3" heels on, their embrace didn't last long. Already Melissa's neck
was getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their
kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit. Simon's
heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open his jeans. With
lust in her eyes, Melissa quickly undid his pants, and pushed them and his
underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees in front of him, Simon held
his breath as Melissa teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up his thighs.
He gritted his teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of his
dick with them. Simon though his head would explode when his wife's mouth began
to suck and swallow his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his
dick glisten like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each
other, Melissa had never sucked him off before. Simon was too stunned by the
sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say
anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her right hand,
his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other one. Melissa then
began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to steadily increase its loving
action. Almost ready to climax, he reached for the back of her head, but Melissa
removed her mouth from his cock and raised herself up. "I can't wait any longer.
I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now!" his wife panted as she lifted her
dress up to her waist and spread her feet apart. Simon had tried telling her
that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the places back east, only a local hang out
for the loggers and a few sportsmen who knew of it, but Melissa insisted on
dressing up for the party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her
shapely legs encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the
most erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melissa's trimmed, red pussy hairs
came into view, Simon was shocked. He didn't know she had left the house without
wearing any panties. With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised,
Melissa hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was,
and that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since Simon
had fucked her last, and Melissa thought she'd die if she didn't get fucked now.
With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the mouth.
Melissa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back with a passion
Simon didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded his mid-section and
she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks of her small ass in the
palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful thrust, his entire cock pierced
and buried itself inside her pussy. Melissa suddenly broke their kiss and cried
out. Savoring the way his cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely,
his wife held herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with
excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly closed
eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melissa looked into his eyes
and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!" His wife then crushed her
mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss. Simon was shocked that his
prim and proper wife from the east coast could ever act this way. "Come on,
baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster! Faster!" Melissa hissed
as she began to wildly bounced up and down, impaling herself upon his cock with
every once of energy she had. Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able
to stand on his own two feet any longer. While Melissa continued to fuck him
like some sex- starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the
wooden bench by the railing. Melissa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me
faster! Please, baby, faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned over the
patio and heaved his guts out. After Melissa straightened out her clothes, she
kissed him one more time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up
again when the man who just fucked his wife followed her inside. "Good morning,
sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say. The throbbing pain started
as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melissa leaned forward and gently kissed her
husband on the forehead, while her hand ducked under the covers. "How could
you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melissa's cold fingertips
touched his crotch. "Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to...
you know... make love to me. I'm still horny, Simon." The pain in his temples
was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images of the scene he witnessed on the
patio at The Landing came back to him. Melissa's silky legs were wrapped around
another man. Another man's huge hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she
furiously leaped up and down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open
mouth in an eager kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad
dream? Did he only imagine that Melissa had sex with someone else last night?
His wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover. "Do you want
something for your headache, or how about some breakfast?" Melissa asked as she
slipped out of bed and threw her robe on. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we
could... mess around." "Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled under his breath
as she walked out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!" Melissa was
right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the worst headache of his
life. It had been a long time since he went out drinking with the guys, and now
it was time to pay the piper. His stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a
mad, stumbling dash for their bathroom. On his knees in homage, Simon had no
offering for the porcelain god. His belly was empty. All he could do was listen
to his gut wrenching prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making
his head pound that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent
convulsions it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the
short, white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give. Like
a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to be for mercy.
The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when his silent petition
was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on the back of his neck. "Oh,
honey, are you okay?" Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and
looked up through the hallow-like hole above his head. "My, oh, my! Don't we
look green." Melissa said and then started laughing. "It's not funny!" Simon
groaned, half in anger, half in self pity. "From where I'm standing, you look
funny. Here," Melissa said as she grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to
his feet, "get back to bed. You'll need to sleep this one off." After making him
take some aspirin with a full glass of orange juice, Melissa tucked her husband
into bed like a little boy. "JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the
shout that woke him up. "Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open
his eyes to see who was there. "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best
friend Bob, yelled out. "It should be ready in a few minutes." "Come on, those
muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat, LETS GO!" All Bob got was
another tortured grunt. "Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night?
Does his little head hurt?" Bob teased. "ASSHOLE!" "PUSSY!" "Double asshole!"
"Weekend Weed Whacker!" Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He
remembered it was a derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.
"What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon remembered they
were suppose to go fishing this morning. "Damn, what did those people on the
east coast do to you?" Bob said, then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.
"Hey, Melissa, Simon's got one of them retractable fishing rods and the line's
all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy, cause I sure as
hell aren't!" "OKAY, I'm up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get
dressed!" "Never mind. False alarm." Bob shouted. In the kitchen, Melissa
sarcastically stated, "Another one!" "I need to ask you something, Bob." "No,
we're not going in! I don't care how many times you throw up, or how green you
get. I'm always out here until I get my quota, so don't ask again." "It has
nothing to do with that." Simon said. "What is it then?" When his friend didn't
answer, Bob turned his head around. Simon seemed to be looking at something in
the distance, so Bob followed his line of sight, and tried to figure out what it
was. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to
tell me what's on your mind?" Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon
said, "Never mind." Melissa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front
door that she almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the
dinning room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!" A
man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was standing
on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up here! Melissa
suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short robe. She jumped when
the man began knocking again. Opening the door up enough to stick her head out,
the half-naked housewife asked, "What can I do for you?" "Hi there! My name's
Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your phone? My truck got a flat and I
need to call somebody out here. It's just down the road a bit." he said with a
smile. "Don't you have a spare?" Melissa asked, afraid to let a stranger in the
house, especially the way she was dressed. "Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs
for the mill, so it's not my rig, but if I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be
in deep shit. Look, I just need to let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back
out there and wait for them to send somebody to fix it." "Where are my manners?
I'm sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living room." Melissa said as she opened
the door all the way. Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him
after closing the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but
she had a fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if
everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melissa turned
around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall, Jack had to
swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the biggest pair of tits
he'd ever seen on a woman her size. While Jack was on the phone, Melissa knew
she should have gotten dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes were
on her. It was like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the line.
Her cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon her
breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare only seemed to
make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed the thin material of her
short, white satin robe was stretched tightly across chest, making her erect
nipples even more visible. Completely embarrassed for getting excited just from
having a man look at her, Melissa ran into the kitchen. "I've got to hand it to
you, Tom, you were right." Jack said when the woman disappeared. "She sure is
something else! How long have I got?" "Well, it's only nine and she's probably
sober by now, so be here when everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said.
"Thanks! See you at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone. Now all he had
to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to let him stay in the house
while a fictitious emergency truck repaired his fictitious flat tire. "Say,
lady!" he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?" "It's the first door on the
left, down the hallway." When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melissa
raced from the kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the
bed, threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe
off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she searched for a
matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of her eye, Melissa saw
something move, and bolted upright in surprise. Less than two feet away, Jack
was standing in the open doorway to the adjoining bathroom. He didn't say
anything, didn't even apologize for sneaking up on her, but then he didn't have
to. The way he was looking at Melissa said it all. Before, when he was on the
phone, his looks were appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something
else in his eyes, and Melissa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near
flawless set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were
the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on! The two of them
just stood there, both with their mouth open and both wanting something
different. Neither knew what the other's next move was going to be, so they both
were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy pair of panties, Melissa felt
vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand, Jack couldn't remember the last time
he was this sexually aroused. It was certain they couldn't just let the tension
keep building up between them, one of them had to do something, but which one
was going to make the first move? Last night, Melissa had too much to drink, and
just got carried away. That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel
her pussy beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife
looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her heart
skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man's cock was sticking
out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as it grew larger and
stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the sight, and Melissa became
ashamed from the way she was reacting. Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand.
Melissa flinched at his sudden movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached
out to her. The sigh the redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed
her left breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other
hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melissa legs wobbled, and another
sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack released her
breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage. Melissa clamped her eyes shut and
bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth opened with a soft and
pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim waist. She felt his fingers at
her hips, hooking themselves inside the only piece of clothing she had on. Like
a hot knife through butter, Jack ripped her panties on both sides. Melissa's
only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in anticipation of his next
move. Jack noticed the change in her and reached down. Melissa's legs parted,
and he lazily pulled the torn and useless panties from between her quivering
thighs. At that moment, they both knew she was his. Melissa, almost in a trance,
walked over to the bed. She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a
man she didn't even know! "That makes twelve, six each, right?" "Yeah, yeah, I
know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How about we get you a little
hair of the dog that bit you?" "I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he
put his fishing gear away. "By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to
come over tonight for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said. "I
meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their wife or
girlfriend last night?" "I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are
planning a big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to be
prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm pretty sure
she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight." "Look, Bob, I only dated
Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me how you felt about her." "Shit,
I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being in your shoes, though. A
lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're just jealous. Hell, you were the
star jock at school, had your pick of any girl you wanted, got a nice
scholarship, married a gal who's not only the sexiest creature on earth, but
comes from a rich family to boot! You guys are the envy of the whole town, so
you better get use to it. The same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little
jealous, too, but I am what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?" "What's that?"
Simon asked his friend. "Don't let it go to your head. As far as I can tell, all
your success hasn't changed you. Try to keep that way." Simon waved from the
dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air had done him some good. At least
he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only a short nap would get rid of his
headache. As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently
bought, Simon thought of asking Melissa about last night. He then decided it was
best to get rid of his headache first. Besides, he still wasn't sure if he had
really seen Melissa with another man, or if he had dreamed it all. Thankful that
his wife wasn't around when he opened the door, he tossed his fish into the
kitchen sink, and headed off to bed. Simon might as well have been shot with a
gun when he opened his bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This
was real! His wife WAS with another man! Melissa was kneeling over his prone
body. Her hands were clutching at his dick and balls, while her lips were
sliding up and down his cock. Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks
expand and move as a stranger's dick poked around inside his wife's sucking
mouth. Simon could see Melissa's tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge
cock protruding from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though. His
head was trapped between Melissa's thighs, hiding him from view, as she lewdly
smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face. The wet
slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others genitals made Simon
sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning and moaning made his head
pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon wanted to die on the spot! Melissa
shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and tongue as her fingers
played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her dainty hands then firmly
grasped the base of his cock, and with ever increasing speed, she began stroking
his dick with both hands while her head bobbed up and down. Melissa twisted her
face in a corkscrew motion and her hands continued to fly rapidly over the man's
shaft until he finally ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly
forced its way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts
of thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she was
still wantonly sucking. Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had rushed
outside, racing aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With tear
stained eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind. "Well, hello
there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give you a ride." a cheerful
woman's voice said. Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the
car and got in. Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling
body, Melissa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a
second time, but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed, something
she hadn't felt in a long time. Melissa really did love Simon, and knew that
what she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help herself. Two years ago,
before she ever met her husband, Melissa's sex life was phenomenal. She was one
of the most sought after girls on campus, and with good reason. Melissa thought
college was nothing but a four year orgy and very seldom turned down a chance to
have sex. She had no qualms about letting any of her dates get into her panties.
The guy had to be a real geek if he couldn't get between her legs, and even
then, Melissa would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned, the
only thing in life that could come close to having a stiff cock was shopping.
Melissa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn't matter because no
one would dare say it to her face. Her family's status in the community
prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior. The strict rules
and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't apply when she wasn't there. Her
father's dated codes of what a lady should act like always collided her
unbridled spirit. And after high school, she became even more rebellious toward
him. All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon. It was as
though her popularity had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking her out,
and wouldn't even flirt with her anymore. At 6' 5" and the middle linebacker for
the football team all four years he was there, Simon was an imposing figure that
nobody wanted to mess with, but Melissa didn't take this into account. She
thought men didn't find her attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right,
because she fell in love with Simon, and didn't want her past indiscretions to
ruin their relationship. But, within six months after they got married, Melissa
began to feel unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the
sexiest clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her.
Before they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because he hadn't
fucked her in over a month. She couldn't understand why Simon didn't want to
fuck as much as she did. Melissa just couldn't go that long without sex, and
didn't know how her husband could. Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night
and the one this morning, it helped take the edge off her sexual appetite. But
she really didn't want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her. "Well, if my
own husband won't screw me, at least I know other men still want to." she said
aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As degrading a thought as this was,
Melissa decided it wasn't her fault. She also made up her mind that she'd fuck
someone else again if Simon didn't start paying more attention to her. It was
only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well on his way to
getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the neatly lined row of
twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single swallow. Janice was still
sitting across from him, talking up a storm about something or other. He didn't
know what she was saying, or did he really care. She had been yakking away ever
since she picked him up on the side of the road. He looked at her through the
empty thick shot glass. All he could see were two distorted red lines, opening
and closing. "You still suck cock?" he blurted out. Totally stunned, Janice sat
there with her mouth hanging open as Simon continued his one sided conversation.
"I didn't think my wife did, but she does. She's a pretty good at it too, opens
her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You play with the balls when
you suck a guy's cock?" When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't
being so quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you
home now, Sy. I think you've had enough." "Is she with him?" he mumbled. "What?"
"Is she still with him?" "Simon, you're not making any sense. What are you
talking about?" Janice asked, not really understanding him. Leaning over the
table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches of her face and said, "My
wife and some other guy are playing hide the salami in our own fucking house!"
"I don't believe it! You're just imagining things. Why, from what I've heard,
your wife sounds like a real nice girl." "I saw it with my own eyes! Melissa was
sucking this guy's cock and rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in
the middle of our own fucking bed!" "Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her
right mind want to run around on you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the
woods who would even dare think of doing something like that with your wife.
Hell, you only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody's even met her yet!"
Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend, because that
was how she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item in town. Janice had
dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily ever after, but then things
changed. When he received a full scholarship to a university on the east coast,
she was happy for him, but also sad because her plans for getting him to ask for
her hand in marriage were put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice
thought her life ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked
her to, but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself
for letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since then,
she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that Melissa was
cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second chance she'd been
hoping and praying for. Simon, for the first time since she picked him up,
really looked at Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be,
and her face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She still has
that look, Simon thought. Janice's deep brown eyes were what attracted him to
her in the first place. When they were alone in the past, which was often, she
would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same time very sultry. She
was giving him that look now, and the old feelings for her were starting to come
back. Simon reached out to hold Janice's hand, but she jerked it back quickly.
"Let me get you home." she said as she gathered up her things. "I told you, I
don't want to go home." "Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy. I've got shopping
to do and a house to clean. I really have to go." Feeling sorry for himself
again, Simon leaned back in his chair and said, "I'll be fine, why don't you
take off." Driving away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began
thinking. If his wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She
had heard the rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured that all
she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then file for a divorce.
Janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when she realized exactly what she
was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she yelled, "Why did you have to come
back?" and then she started crying. "Where's dinner?" her husband called out to
Janice when he got home from work. "If you don't mind, I thought we'd go out to
eat." she yelled from upstairs in their bedroom. Normally, her husband preferred
a home cooked meal, and Janice expected him to object to her suggestion, but he
surprised her. "Let me give the Carson's a call. We were suppose to meet them
later for drinks anyway, so they might as well join us. How's The Landing
sound?" "I thought we might go over to Don's place. We haven't been there in a
while." Janice replied quickly. She was hoping to run into Simon again since he
lived so close to the small tavern. This was the reason she was getting dressed
up. "Okay, I'll tell them to meet us there for supper, then we'll all go to the
Landing for drinks when we're done." Tom yelled back. Janice wasn't the only one
with a motive for wanting to go out. After hearing from Jack about how the hot
redhead drained his balls this morning, he wanted to see her again. In a
perverse sense, this was Tom's way of getting even with Simon. Several nights
over the past six years he heard Janice talk in her sleep and mention his name,
but when he asked her about it in the morning, she denied having any feelings
for him anymore. Tom didn't believe this, and suspected his wife was still in
love with her former boyfriend. He didn't plan last night's jaunt on the patio
with Simon's wife, but when it was over Tom looked at it as a macho victory over
the man his wife still cared for. Janice finally came downstairs and announced
she was ready to go. The way she was dressed removed any doubts Tom had on how
Janice felt about Simon. Instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers that she
usually wore, Janice was decked out in a short pale-blue skirt, a tight fitting
white sweater, and heels. Right then, Tom made up his mind he was going to fuck
Simon's wife again, even if he had to go over to their house like Jack did.
"Bob, will you tell him I need those shot glasses back. I only got about five
clean ones left!" the owner of the small tavern pleaded. "Hear that, Simon?
Don's cutting you off. Time to go." "I'm not getting in that fucking boat
again!" Simon shouted without even looking up. "What's your position on cars?"
Back and forth they went, Bob trying to get Simon to leave, and Simon trying to
get Bob to stay and drink with him. In the end, Simon won, but only after Bob
made him promise to eat something. Bob had seen his best friend like this
before, and knew all to well how belligerent he could get. Don came over to the
table then and asked, "Can I take these away now?" "Shit, it's about time!"
Simon said. Playfully, and not too hard, Don hit Simon over the head with a tray
he was carrying. "What are you doing here anyway?" Simon finally asked Bob.
"Remember, you and Mel were suppose to come over for dinner tonight. Well, if
Mohammed won't go to the mountain, then the mountain will come to Mohammed." Bob
said as Melissa and Bob's wife Sue walked in. Simon became very quiet when the
two women sat down to join them. While Sue and Melissa discussed the differences
between life in the woods and big city, Bob studied his friend. Something was
troubling him, and had been all day. He then noticed that every time Simon
looked at Melissa, he did so with a scowl. They must be fighting, he thought,
and sensed that things could get ugly, especially considering how much Simon had
to drink already. When Don came over to their table again, Bob promptly ordered
steak dinners for everyone. From past experience, he knew this wouldn't change
Simon's mood, but it would sober him up and make him more reasonable. Melissa
and Sue continued to talk up a storm during dinner and, thankfully, Simon didn't
argue when Melissa suggested he quit drinking, at least until they finished
eating. The food did help. This, plus making him drink several cups of coffee
after dinner and splashing his face with ice-cold water in the small bathroom,
had Simon coherent now. He could focus his eyes, and knew where he was and who
was with him. When he talked, his speech wasn't slurred and he could be
understood. "You okay, pal?" Bob asked before they went to rejoin their wives.
"Yeah, I'm doing better, thanks. Almost like old times, huh? Me getting fucked
up, and you coming to the rescue." Simon said as he dried his face. "Don't you
think it's about time you stopped doing this kind of shit?" "I guess so." "Are
you and Melissa getting along okay?" "Boy, you sure are subtle." Simon answered.
"Come on, don't play any of your horse shit games, Simon! I've seen the dirty
looks you've been giving her. Fuck, you think I'm blind!" "Hey, I can handle
it." "Look, we've been friends a long time. If you need someone to talk to, I'll
listen. But, if you and Melissa are having problems, keep it to yourselves. Quit
making other people around you feel uncomfortable!" "I'm feeling better and I'll
behave. Now, why don't we go back out there and have a good time." While Bob and
Simon were in the bathroom, two other couples had come in. They were still
talking with Melissa and Sue when the men returned, so Bob invited them to sit
down. Within five minutes, he regretted this and was ready to pull his hair out.
After just straightening out Simon in the bathroom, Melissa started acting up,
and she was a lot more vocal about it than Simon had been. Sitting at their
large table were eight people, Simon and Melissa, Bob and his wife Sue, Simon's
former girlfriend Janice and her husband Tom (the stranger Melissa fucked last
night), and Jack (the man Melissa fucked this morning) and his wife Mary. The
verbal assaults began when Simon went over and sat down next to Janice, leaving
Melissa to sit between Tom and Jack. She was very quiet for awhile, but it
didn't last long. "So, Janice, I hear you two were quite the couple... some time
ago." Melissa said in the cattiest voice she had. "I believe we still look
good... together." Janice replied, making the same pause for effect that Melissa
had. Everyone now knew that Melissa and Janice didn't like each other. Simon
could tell Melissa was jealous of the tall brunette, and loved it. Janice knew
she was making Simon's wife jealous, and she loved it too. This set the stage
for an evening none of them would forget. After the two women tired of making
snide remarks about each other, with Melissa coming out on the short end of most
of them, they began a more open and direct battle. Melissa started it by asking
Tom to play some music on the jukebox so they could dance. While giving both
Janice and Simon a watch-what-I-do- next look, she grabbed Tom's arm and got up
from the table. If looks could kill, Janice would have been strapped into an
electric chair and executed on the spot. Melissa only smiled at the fuming
woman. As she and Tom walked over to the jukebox, Melissa's left hand dropped to
Tom's butt. While the two of them were selecting songs, Bob picked up the
conversation at the silent table, talking about a local fishing contest coming
up. His wife took this as her cue, and started talking to Mary about how pretty
she looked. Jack's wife, only 20 years old, was the youngest of the group. Mary
was also the giddiest girl any of them knew, always laughing and generally
avoiding any serious conversations. Her assumed deficiency of brain cells was
overlooked though, because Mary, before Melissa showed up, was the most
flirtatious woman in town. With a wild mane of blonde hair and a body that could
grace any centerfold, she looked like she just finished having sex all the time.
This, plus the revealing clothes she always wore, had every man's dick hard for
miles around. What people didn't know was that Jack encouraged Mary to look and
act this way. He was proud of the way men made a fuss over his wife. Nobody in
town knew that Jack and Mary were swingers, but a few of them were about to find
out. Sitting on Mary's right, Sue was shocked to see Jack's hand slide under the
short dress his wife was wearing. She tried not to look, but couldn't take her
eyes away as he pushed the hem of Mary's dress up, exposing her young and
slender thighs. Sue quickly glanced up, ready to tell Jack he shouldn't be doing
that in public, but he was grinning at her and continued to move his wife's
dress up higher. Bob was still talking about the fishing tournament, and Simon
and Janice were too busy looking at their spouses to notice what was going on.
Sue looked down again as Jack began to rub the inside of Mary's thighs, her
dress now up to her waist. Mary was wearing a pair of crotchless pantyhose and
nothing else. Little wisps of blonde pubic hair poked through the lace opening
when Mary parted her legs to let Jack's fingers get closer to her pussy. Sue
thought that what the two of them were doing was vulgar, and she knew she was
wrong in watching them, but something had come over her and she couldn't tear
her eyes away. While this was going on, Melissa and Tom began dancing. At first,
they kept a respectable distance from one another while traipsing around the
small area. Melissa then looked over at her husband and Janice. Moving closer to
Tom, she lowered her hand from his waist and placed in on his rear end again.
Janice was boiling inside. Not only did this east coast bitch steal her first
true love, she was now putting moves on her husband as well. Simon thought there
was something strangely familiar about the way Melissa and Tom looked together.
Then it hit him. Tom must have been the man Melissa fucked last night! Though
not absolutely positive about it, he felt certain that Tom was the one who made
his wife act so passionate. While talking with Jack, Bob could see that his wife
was nervous about something. Sue was wiggling around in her seat and her face
was becoming flush. She also kept glancing up at everyone, like she was doing
something she wasn't suppose to be doing. Sue had more wine than she normally
did and was on her fifth glass now, so he thought she was feeling guilty about
that, and didn't pay any more attention to her. What Bob couldn't see was that
Sue's left hand was on Mary's right leg. While she watched Jack slide his index
finger into his wife's pussy, Mary surprisingly grabbed Sue's hand and placed it
on her knee. Sue's eyes bulged out and she thought of jerking it away, but then
everyone would know what was going on, so she kept her hand still. Mary then
leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, and asked Simon something. When
the others looked at him and waited for his reply, Mary moved her leg up against
Sue's and slowly began to rub it. When Simon started talking, Mary casually
reached down and placed her hand on top of Sue's. When she didn't try to pull it
away, Mary gently slid Sue's hand up her thighs. Sue thought she was crazy for
allowing something like this to happen, but she also found it too stimulating to
quit. Though she knew how pleasing nylon felt on her own legs, there was
something forbidden and very exciting about feeling it on another woman's legs.
As the blonde continued to use her hand to massage herself, Sue's heart began to
beat wildly. She could feel the firmness of the girl's thighs and got more
turned on. Sue nearly jumped out of her skin when Jack's hand suddenly replaced
Mary's. She had a hard time breathing as he squeezed her hand and brought it up
to the open crotch of his wife's pantyhose. Sue could feel the heat rising from
Mary's pussy as Jack moved her hand closer and closer. Sue's fingertips felt the
soft hairs between the blonde's legs, and she quickly swallowed another sip of
wine, choking on it. Turning away from Simon for a moment, Bob asked, "Are you
okay, honey?" "Just went down the wrong pipe." Sue said after clearing her
throat, but she didn't remove her hand from Mary's pussy even though Jack had
removed his. Janice was silently sitting next to Simon, doing a slow burn as she
watched Melissa and her husband dance. Melissa was now blatantly rubbing his
butt in a suggestive manner, while shoving her breasts against him. She couldn't
blame Tom for pulling the sleazy tramp closer, and she could even understand it
when he put one of his legs between hers. Melissa then started to grinding her
pussy up and down on Tom's thigh. Janice didn't like this one bit and decided it
was time to show the east coast slut that she could play the same game. Grabbing
Simon's hand, she angrily pulled him up from his chair and said, "Follow me."
"You should see those people out there! You'd think I was running was a whore
house or something." Don said to his wife as he brought a tray of dirty dishes
into the kitchen. "What's going on?" Kathy asked. "You know that girl who's
always showing off to the guys?" "She at it again?" "No, it's worse!" "What's
she doing this time?" "You won't believe me, so you better take a look for
yourself." "Let me finish cleaning this pot first." Kathy told her husband. "You
know, sometimes I think you're just a horny old goat who'd like to get into her
pants. The poor girl just likes to have fun, and since her husband doesn't mind,
I don't understand why you always have to make a big deal out everything she
does." "Oh, yeah! Well, wait till you see what that poor girl of yours is doing
this time!" Unknown to Don, Kathy was envious of Mary's looks, body, youth, and
the steady fucking she knew the blonde was getting. Kathy, on the other hand,
had to masturbate for her sexual relief because Don was always too busy with
their tavern. Even at fifty years old, Kathy was still in pretty good shape and
had received many offers from the men who came in. Since she felt it would be
wrong to cheat on her husband, she turned them all down and masturbated instead.
In fact, it was the blonde's husband who really got her hooked on masturbating.
Jack had been trying to talk her into going to bed with him for some time, but
Kathy just considered his advances nothing more than friendly flirting, albeit a
little crude at times. About a year ago, when the place was empty, he came in
and started making a play for her again. As usual, Kathy politely turned him
down. Jack finished his beer and just before leaving, he handed her a box,
saying that until she changed her mind it was something to remember him by.
After he was gone, Kathy opened the package, expecting to find a long stem rose
or type of flower. What she found was anything but flowers, and she started to
laugh. Jack had given her a dildo! She heard of these, but never actually saw
one before. It was two feet long, and each end of the flexible rubber shaft was
molded to look like the head of a man's prick. Kathy wondered about its unusual
size and shape. The naive woman was confused. There was no way she could
possibly get both ends of the thing in her at once, so why did it have two dick
heads? Kathy put the dildo to good use though. She quickly became experienced at
using it, and after only a few days was addicted to masturbating with it. For
the first time in her life she could have a hard dick in pussy for as long and
as many times as she wanted it. She even stopped bothering Don about having sex
altogether. He didn't seem to mind, because their constant bickering with one
another had ceased, and Kathy was in a better mood. Jack kept talking to Bob,
knowing that if he didn't and things got quiet, Sue would move her hand away
from Mary's pussy. While pretending to be interested in what Bob was saying,
Jack put his hand back under the table and searched for Sue's. Both women
stiffened when they felt his fingers. Bob rambled on about his favorite subject
while, right across from him, his wife and Jack were rubbing Mary's pussy. "Oh!"
Mary sighed loudly when Jack's finger plunged into her wet slit and he wiggled
it around. "That's right, and if you don't get the hook set just..." Bob
continued, as if Mary was suddenly interested in fishing. Sue had to stifle a
giggle at her husband's ignorance. With all the wine, plus the outrageous things
the three of them were doing, a crazy idea popped into Sue's head. Moving her
fingers above Jack's, Sue parted the slippery lips of Mary's pussy and began
stroking her clit with the tip of her fingernail. Another sigh came from Mary,
but Bob kept right on talking. Sue then squeezed her hand around Mary's entire
vulva, leaving only a small puffy opening so Jack could continue to finger-fuck
his wife. Mary bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out as Jack and Sue
played with her cunt under the table. The blonde had done some pretty bizarre
things since marrying Jack, but they had never anything in public. Mary knew
that most of the people in town thought she was a flake and a tease. This was
okay though, because she thought most of them were boring. She wondered what
people would say if they ever found out that their recently elected Mayor's wife
liked playing with another woman's pussy. Mary slowly began clenching and
unclenching her ass cheeks, causing her pussy to move up and down slightly. Jack
shoved another finger inside her and spread her pussy open. Sue released her
grip from around Jack's fingers, and then slid her middle one between his. At
the same time, they both pushed the digits into his wife's dripping hole. Mary
lost control, doubling over as though she had severe cramp in her stomach. "Are
you all right, Mary?" Bob asked. "I'm... okay." the trembling girl barely
managed to say. "Why don't we go to the ladies room, honey." Sue said as she
stood up. Jack looked past his wife and said, "You'll make sure she's feeling
better before she comes... back, right Sue?" "Don't worry, she'll feel a lot
better by the time we come... back." As the two women went to the ladies
bathroom, Bob noticed a big wet spot in the seat of Mary's pink dress and made a
comment to Jack about it. "She's got female problems... can't control her water
very well." Jack said convincingly, but knowing full well the stain was there
because Mary's pussy flowed juice easier than any woman he know of. Out on the
dance floor, it looked like Janice and Melissa had started a dirty dancing
contest. Each of them was lewdly sliding, rubbing, and grinding their bodies
against their dance partner's. Both Simon and Tom had big grins on their faces
while Melissa and Janice tried to out perform each other. When Melissa slowly
rotated her groin against the crotch of Tom's pants, Janice did the same thing
to Simon. Melissa then stepped away a little, and seductively opened her blouse
all the way. Checking to make sure that Janice and Simon were still watching,
she placed Tom's left hand on her breasts and started sucking on the fingers of
his other hand. Janice was fed up with the redhead's antics. Not thinking about
what she was doing and having a terrible temper to begin with, Janice was going
to show Melissa that she was sexier. Grabbing a chair from a near by table, she
dragged it over. After she made Simon sit down on it, Janice spread his legs
open and stood between them. Simon started to get up, but she stopped him. "Sit
down, Sy!" she shouted angrily, "She started this, but I'm going to finish it!"
Kicking her heels off and lifting her skirt up to her waist, Janice hooked her
thumbs in the top of her pantyhose and panties and quickly yanked them off.
Simon got up again, but instead of pushing him back in the chair, Janice deftly
and suddenly had his pants open and down around his ankles. When she was done,
she shoved him back onto the chair. Janice then quickly turned around and
plopped down on Simon's lap, her long and shapely legs on the outside of
Simon's, and her hands gripped tightly under the seat of the chair to prevent
him from getting up again. "Watch this!" Janice said to Melissa, and began
rotating her ass in circles over Simon's crotch, watching his dick grow hard as
her pussy rubbed its head. Kathy finished up at the sink. Something wasn't
right. Her head snapped up, ears alert for any sound. All she heard was the
music playing in the other room, no talking or laughing. Turning her head toward
the swinging doors, Kathy spotted her husband sneaking over to the pass-through
window by the pool table and dance floor. Don was being too quiet, so she dried
off her hands on a towel and snuck up behind him. A flash of light hit her eyes
and she turned. It was only the woman's bathroom light. One of the girls must
have forgotten to turn it off, she thought. Forever mindful of money, she'd turn
the light off first, then see what her husband was up to. Kathy couldn't believe
her eyes when she got to the bathroom. The blonde haired Mary was straddling the
toilet, her dress bunched up around her waist and her legs spread apart. There
was another woman kneeling on the floor in front of her and she had her face
between the young girl's thighs. Kathy raced over to tell Don what was going on
when she was stopped dead in her tracks by another equally shocking sight. Big
Tom Jackson was in the middle of the dance floor, his pants around his ankles,
and a redhead was on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock! "Don, quick,
come look at this!" Kathy whispered as loud as she dared. Her husband turned
around and said, "Never mind that, get over here and see what these guys are
doing!" "I know, but you should see what's going on in the woman's bathroom!"
When Don turned around, his wife put her hands over her mouth and let out a
little shriek. He quickly stopped and spun his head around, thinking he was
missing something on the dance floor. Kathy walked up to her husband, reached
out for his hard dick, which was sticking out of his pants, and began stroking
it. Don then went to see what was going on in the bathroom, Kathy right behind
him, still holding onto his cock. When he saw that the young blonde was getting
her cunt eaten out by the Mayor's wife, Don's jaw almost hit the floor. It
didn't, but Kathy did, with her knees. Bringing the tip of the biggest hard-on
her husband ever had up to her mouth, Kathy opened her lips and stuck her tongue
out. For reason, Mary looked at the bathroom door and noticed it was open a
little. She was about to reach out and close it when she saw that the old coot
who ran the place was spying on her. Deciding to let him get his jollies, Mary
opened the door a little more so he could get a better look. She then pushed Sue
away from her and turned around. Bending over and raising her dress up, she
looked at the kneeling woman behind her through her legs and said, "Do me this
way. After I come, I'll do you." Sue couldn't believe the young blonde was being
so bold, but she placed her hands on Mary's ass anyway and then slid her tongue
down through the crack of her butt until she reached Mary's pussy again. Cursing
at him under her breath, Kathy still enjoyed sucking her husband's already
exploding cock. She had just gotten it into her mouth when Don began spraying
his cum all over the place. When he finished, she let it pop out, and was more
than surprised to see he was still hard. Quickly unsnapping her jeans, she
pushed them and her panties down to her knees and laid on the floor in front of
him. "Come on, honey," Kathy said while reaching up for him, "you can watch them
and fuck me before your dick gets soft. Hurry! Please, Don, fuck me!" "I'll be
right back." Don said, leaving his frustrated wife on the floor. She knew it was
too good to be true. Don never wanted to make love to her when she wanted it.
Use to his neglect, but still on fire, Kathy started masturbating right there on
the kitchen floor. Opening her pussy with the fingers of her left hand and
shoving a couple of them inside, she used the fingers of her right hand to
furiously rub against the base of her clit. Never touching the tip of the super
sensitive and elongated organ with her fingers, Kathy rolled around on the floor
as, once again, she had to fuck herself to reach an orgasm. After Janice started
getting Simon's dick hard, Bob knew he had to leave. This was no place for
someone in his position to be. But his wife and Mary were still in the bathroom.
Bob suddenly went looking for Sue when Melissa dropped to her knees and began
sucking Tom's dick. As the new Mayor, there was no way he could ever be
associated with this new turn of events. He had to get him and his wife out of
there fast. Hearing moans coming from the bathroom, Bob rushed to see if his
wife was okay. There moaning all right, but it wasn't because Sue was sick,
neither was Mary for that matter. Both women were feeling just great. Bob was
startled to feel a hand at his crotch. Looking down, he saw Kathy, her jeans
around her ankles, trying to open up his fly. "Are you crazy! Get your clothes
back on! What's with you people?" "Please, just let me suck you dick for a
little while." Kathy pleaded. "Get away from me!" Bob repeated as he turned
around, backing up and tripping over his wife's feet. Burning with desire, Kathy
crawled on her hands and knees and followed Bob into the now very crowded
woman's bathroom. Mary jumped up and turned around when she heard the commotion.
Seeing Sue's husband frightened her at first, but then she saw he was too busy
trying to keep the owner's wife from opening his pants. Before Sue could turn
and see what was going on behind her, Mary grabbed the back of her head and
shoved her pussy at Sue's face. Sue moaned in protest, but began eating and
licking her again. The twenty year old blonde thought it was so comical to see
the Mayor try to keep his pants on while at the same time his wife was eating
her pussy. Kathy finally got his pants open and was now trying to get them down,
but Bob kept bringing them up. "What's wrong with everybody? Have you all gone
mad?" Bob said as he pulled his pants up once again. "What's the matter, Bob?"
Mary asked, still holding onto Sue's head as Bob's wife continued to lick her
pussy. "I know how to get her to stop." she told him. "How?" he asked almost
pleading. Reaching down, Mary lifted up the back of Sue's dress, then spoke to
her. "Come on, honey, pull your panties down." Sue raised herself up from the
floor and did what Mary told her to do, never letting her tongue slip away from
the sweet tasting hole she was munching on. Pulling the hem of Sue's dress all
the way up to her waist, Mary placed a hand on each cheek of her ass and looked
at Bob. "Well, what are you waiting for? She can't suck your cock if you're
fucking your wife." Things were so confusing and surprising to Bob that he never
thought of just grabbing Sue and running out of the place. His whole thought
process was turned upside down and he couldn't think. Sue, his ever faithful
wife, the community leader for most of the town's charity functions had her head
under Mary's dress, licking, sucking, and eating her pussy. And as if this
wasn't bad enough, he had watched her willingly drop her panties and stick her
bare ass up in the air so he could fuck her. The fact that Kathy was still
trying to get his pants down and suck his cock was of no concern to him anymore.
If his decent and loving wife was willing to participate in this crazy orgy,
then why should he object? With all the sexual activity going on, Bob was
suddenly torn between letting Don's wife suck him off while he watched Sue eat
out Mary, or fucking Sue while she ate out Mary. Either way, Sue wasn't going to
stop eating Mary's pussy. All he really had to decide was what he wanted. When
Kathy pulled his pants down the next time, Bob didn't stop her, but quickly
hopped over to his wife and slammed his crotch up against her exposed back side.
Before he could do anything else, Mary wrapped her arms around Bob's neck,
giving him a deep and wet kiss as Sue reached between her legs and searched for
her husband's cock. Kathy wildly kicked her jeans all the way off, got up from
the floor, and glared at everyone. "Who needs you guys!" she spat at them as she
left the bathroom. "Where the hell you going?" Don asked Kathy as she hurried
past him, naked from the waist down. "Fuck off, pencil dick!" After his wife
walked through the back door, leaving it open, he rushed over to it and shout
out, "Be careful, dear, it's the rutting season. That lily white ass of yours
makes a pretty good target!" The northern half of Wisconsin heard Kathy's reply.
"That's right, dear! Even the dumb animals use their cock at least once a year,
which is more than I can say for some people I know! Jack was beginning to
change his mind about this group. They weren't so bad after all. From where he
was sitting, he could see everything that was going on, unlike poor old Don, who
was still running back and forth in the kitchen. Relieved to see that Bob was
even in the spirit of things, Jack decided to join the fun. He walked out to the
dance floor and stopped when he was standing behind the kneeling and sucking
Melissa. The flaming redhead was truly a sexual marvel. For her size and
appearance, it was amazing that she could do some of the things she did. Her
pussy had squeezed his cock so hard this morning that he thought she was going
to snap right it off, and she had to be the proverbial woman who could suck a
golf ball through a garden hose. Everything about her spelled sex. There was
only one thing he didn't try with her, and he was sure she wouldn't object to
doing it now. As Jack reached down to open his pants, Janice yelled at him. "Why
don't you come over here. I'll suck your cock better than she ever thought of
doing it." Janice was still teasing Simon, her pussy and hands rubbing the
enormous shaft of his cock, but not yet letting him penetrate between the puffy
lips of her gyrating hole. Jack looked up at Tom for his approval. After all, it
was only common courtesy with the people he and Mary had been swinging with to
get the consent of both spouses if they were in the same room. Besides, Tom
could and just might beat the shit out of him if he didn't. Tom looked over at
his wife and asked, "No bullshit, you really wanna suck his cock?" "Why can't I?
You're letting that fucking whore suck yours!" "Calm down, baby! Go ahead and
suck his cock if you want to." Janice was really pissed at Melissa, and thought
she was the most spoiled brat she had ever run across. After years of baby
sitting, she knew how to deal with someone like this. All she had to do was take
away anything they wanted, until they learned how to behave. And Janice was
going to teach Melissa that lesson. If Simon's wife wanted sex, Janice was
willing to fuck and suck everybody there just so she couldn't, even if it meant
doing all of them at the same time. If Melissa wanted dick, Janice was going to
make sure that the only kind she got was a limp and drained one. Tom watched as
Jack got undressed and then stepped up in front of his wife. Simon's cock had
been hard for what seemed like hours already, but she hadn't put it in her pussy
yet. Even though his dick was larger than anyone's there, Janice couldn't be
afraid of it since they went together in high school, so what was Janice waiting
for? Melissa suddenly let Tom's cock pop out of her mouth and sprang up from the
floor. She then slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders, and
let the whole thing slide down her body. Once it was around her ankles, she
kicked it out of the way, piled her hair on top of her head, and did a slow
sensual turn. This caught everyone's eye, even Janice's. To the steady beat of
the music, Melissa then leisurely took her lace panties off and kicked them in
the air, somehow aiming for and making them land on Tom's extended prick. Next,
she turned her back to Janice's husband and bent over from the waist. Slowly
running both her hands up the back of her nylons until they reached her small
rear end, she spread her cheeks open. Rotating her hips, Melissa looked up from
between her legs at Tom and asked, "You want to fuck me in the ass?" As if
hypnotized, Tom staggered toward the tiny redhead with the small bottom she was
inviting him to fuck. It didn't look like one of his fingers could fit inside
her tight hole, let alone his cock, but he sure as hell was going to give it a
try. Slowly stumbling forward with his pants down, he watched Melissa spread her
ass cheeks open wider for him. Placing his hands on her hips, Tom brought her
back to him. His dick was way too far above her back side, and with his pants at
his feet there was no possibility of getting his cock at the right angle in this
position. He called Jack over to give him a hand with her while he took his
pants off. The two of them lifted the petite redhead up and placed her on the
nearest table on her hands and knees. Officer Richard Todd was on patrol,
driving through the dark woods and occasionally stopping to check on the cabins
not occupied by their city owners. Things were pretty quiet, but then they
always were. "Rich, th
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