Carol Duncan sighed heavily as she carried the large load of dirty clothes from
their bedroom to their apartment's downstairs laundry room. Art was away playing
tennis somewhere again, the second day in a row, forcing her to spend yet
another weekend alone. This wasn't the way she'd imagined it when they talked of
how happy they'd be once they were married and living out on their own. These
days it seemed as if all she was a slave, not a beautiful young housewife. Maybe
she should have listened to her mother's warning about getting married so young.
At 18 she could barely vote, and wasn't even old enough to drink in her own
state yet. What had happened to all the fun she and Art used to have? He hardly
ever paid attention to her anymore, and they almost never went out these days.
Art was too busy playing tennis, and when he was home he was too tired to do
anything. And they'd been so happy in the beginning. Sighing again, Carol
remembered how exciting their honeymoon had been. Always a good girl, Carol had
managed somehow to remain a virgin until their wedding night, and she was so
happy she had. The honeymoon, especially that first night, was everything she'd
dreamed it would be. She adored having guilt free sex with her loving husband.
Art had taken his time with her, not forcing himself on her until she was ready.
It had hurt, at first, when he'd broken through her virgin cherry, but after
that, and for the remainder of the week, sex had been glorious... wonderful...
incredibly exciting. And then the honeymoon ended. Art went back to work,
traveling frequently, away from home for two or three days at a time while Carol
was left with little more to do than watch TV soap operas or read romance
novels, her favorites. Now that she'd experienced the real joys of sex, it was
hard to go without it. Their lovemaking had awakened something deep inside her,
and now that she knew how much fun "fucking" was, she wanted it all the time.
With Art gone so much she'd even taken lately to resuming masturbating,
something that made her feel immensely guilty afterward, as though she were
cheating on Art somehow. But she just couldn't help it. Could she? And lately
she kept getting these terribly naughty urges, especially when she masturbated,
to do nasty things for excitement. Like right now. The sudden wave of horniness
that overtook Carol shocked her. She had reached the dimly lit laundry room, and
was emptying out their dirty clothes when one of Art's soiled jock straps fell
into her hands. Carol studied it, then, looking around to make sure no one else
was there watching her, slowly brought the smelly jock up to her nose. She
inhaled, deeply, letting the strong, acrid scent of Art's ball sweat jolt her
senses. Suddenly her pussy was wet, very wet, and she had an intense desire to
masturbate right there in the laundry room. Somehow, she managed to fight off
the sensation, but when Art got home she was going to attack him. They hadn't
fucked all weekend long, and she just HAD to have it soon or she'd go crazy. "Hi
babe, what's for dinner?" Art asked, breezing into the kitchen, grabbing a beer
from the fridge. God he was handsome, his tall, lean athletic body glowing with
a coating of sweat over his dark, even tan. She loved him so much, yet it seemed
as though he hardly noticed her any more. "Art, do you still think I'm pretty?"
Carol asked, brushing back the locks of her long, curly blond hair from her
face. She knew she didn't have breasts as big as Art liked, but she did have a
great body, with lush thighs, great legs, and a terrific, tight ass to go with
her sexy bedroom eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. She also knew a lot of
other men noticed her, even if Art didn't these days. Sometimes when she went
out to read by the apartment complex pool she felt men staring at her, and
although it made her feel guilty, she did have to admit it turned her on.
Sometimes, in fact, it turned her on so much she would "accidentally" give the
men a glimpse of her young, naked breasts by leaning down under the pretense of
picking up her suntan lotion or something. causing her bikini top fell away from
her tits and expose them. Lately Carol found herself doing things like that
quite often, and it bothered her enormously, but her urges to do things like
that were so strong she couldn't resist them. "Pretty?" Art asked, confused.
"Well, sure, babe. Of course I do," he answered. "Then why don't you pay more
attention to me, sweetheart?" Carol purred, sliding up next to her husband,
feeling the heat from his sweaty body. "Geez, Carol, I do. All the time. Didn't
I just buy you that nice flower vase you were asking for?" Art said, sounding
hurt. "Well yes, baby, you did, but I'm talking about... well... you know...
sex," Carol said, the strong masculine scent from Art's body turning her on. She
felt her pussy growing damp, and her nipples suddenly seemed to be made of
steel. Although she had smallish breasts, barely filling her 34B cup bra, she
did have nice large nipples, something Art had always said he loved. "Oh baby,
hey, look, you know I love you, but jeez, Carol, we had to go three sets, with
tie breakers in all three before we finally won. I'm just too fucking tired to
fuck today, babe," Art grinned. "Oh Art, please. I wish you wouldn't use that
kind of language in front of me. You know I don't like it," Carol scowled.
"What, fuck? Well shit, Carol, I thought that's what you were talking about.
Wasn't it?" Art asked, confused again. "YES, Art, it is what I was talking
about, but you don't have to be so crude about it. Oh never mind," Carol said,
turning her back on him, walking over to the counter where she was preparing
dinner. "Geez, what's gotten into you lately," Art mumbled, leaving to take his
shower. "Not much," Carol whispered to herself. "Not much at all." It was the
next morning, a blue Monday, and Art had left for another three day business
trip, trying as best he could to earn a living for them as an industrial
products salesman. He earned a good living for his age, 22, but still, Carol
missed him desperately when he was away. "Might as well go sit by the pool
again," she groused, pulling on her pink bikini, then grabbing her book bag
containing her latest romance novel, sun tan oil, sun glasses and towel. It was
a beautiful day, and she noticed that the pool was a little more crowded today
than usual, especially for a Monday morning. Selecting a chaise lounge chair
near the deep end of the pool, away from the kiddies, Carol laid out her towel
across the chair, then proceeded to put sun screen on her arms, legs, and
stomach. As she rubbed the warm oil into her body, Carol felt the urge to reach
down inside her bikini bottom and touch herself. Of course, she couldn't, but
the urge was strong, and she knew she was going to have to masturbate when she
went back inside. Perhaps because she was daydreaming about what it was going to
feel like when she touched herself, his voice was doubly startling to her when
it interrupted her thoughts. "Need some help with that?" the man asked. Carol
jumped, and he laughed, apologizing for scaring her. "I... I didn't hear you sit
down," Carol blushed, embarrassed. He was much older than she or Art, perhaps in
his mid-forties, but still quite handsome, with a well toned body, rugged good
looks, and friendly smile. "Sorry I startled you," he said. "My name's Bill. And
here comes my wife, Betty." Carol looked up at the striking brunette as she
approached. She was beautiful, with the kind of body Art adored... large
breasts, firm stomach, nice legs, and with full but not overly plump ass. The
kind of woman Art said "had some meat on her bones." God how she hated that
expression, like a woman was some kind of cow or something. "Hello. I'm Betty. I
see you've met Romeo here," she grinned, slapping her husband playfully. "Don't
come on to her too strong just yet, darling. At least wait until you know her a
little, okay, Bill?" she grinned. "He's incorrigible," Betty said. "I think his
cock gets hard every time he sees a young blonde, especially one as pretty as
you." Carol was stunned. How could a perfect stranger talk like that to someone
she'd just met, and in front of her own husband, no less. Trying to recover from
her shocked reaction, Carol stammered, "Oh he... he wasn't... ah... coming on to
me. He was just being polite." "Yeah, sure," Betty smirked, winking at Carol.
"He's a real gentleman, aren't you, sweetie," she said, stretching across Bill's
thigh, suddenly leaning down to bite him playfully on the thigh just inches from
his cock. "Hey, cut that out. That's NOT what I mean when I tell you to eat me,
you little witch," Bill laughed. Suddenly Carol felt her face turning crimson.
When Betty had leaned over her husband, Carol naturally looked down to where she
was playfully nibbling on her husband's thigh, but instead of seeing his thigh,
what she saw was a huge bulge, clearly his cock, encased in the skimpiest pair
of satin Speedo briefs she'd ever seen. Bill noticed her staring at his cock,
and shifted uncomfortably before actually reaching down inside his swim suit to
reposition the monster so it seemed to run all the way up the length of his suit
toward his navel. "Will you stop playing with that thing!" Betty teased again.
"God! Men! Can't take them anywhere without them embarrassing you, right,
Carol?" "I... I... ah, yes, that's right," she mumbled, quickly turning her gaze
away from the obviously semi-erect cock in Bill's swim suit. "I guess you
haven't lived here too long, huh?" Betty asked. "We've been away. We love to
travel, and just got back from an extended around the world cruise. God what a
fun trip," Betty sighed. "Wow! That's quite a cruise. Something like that must
cost a fortune," Carol said. Then, immediately apologizing, added, "I... I
didn't mean to pry. It's just that-" "Hey, no problem," Bill said. "You're
looking at one of Georgia's few and far between big time lottery winners. We hit
it pretty lucky, so I sold my business, and now I'm retired. And do we ever love
it, don't we, dear," Bill said, leaning back, stretching his arms above his
head. Carol found herself once again stealing a quick peek at his huge cock, and
the instant she looked at it again, suddenly her pussy was flooded with hot
juice. To make matters worse, when she looked up at Betty, Betty was staring at
her. She'd seen Carol looking at Bill's cock. Mortified, Carol felt her face
turning crimson. "Bill bought this scandalous suit on the cruise ship. All the
Europeans wear them, but around here we don't see too many like it. I told him
not to wear it out here, but I believe his exact words were something like,
'fuck it - it they don't want to see my dick, they don't have to look at it.' Or
something like that." Grinning at Carol's obvious discomfort, Betty continued,
"Oh, dear, I've embarrassed you, haven't I, Carol. I'm sorry. I guess on the
cruise we became accustomed to saying pretty much anything that was on our
minds." "And doing it, too," Bill smirked. "Jesus, what a fucking orgy cruise,"
he sighed, again casually reaching down to scratch his monstrous cock. "Ahh,
well... it's over now, but Jesus did we have a blast, right babe?" he grinned.
"Bill. Shut up," Betty said, pretending to scowl. Then, turning to Carol, she
said, "Carol... be a dear and help me put this oil on my back, okay?" Handing
Carol the bottle of suntan oil, Betty pulled the straps of her bikini top down
over her shoulders. Her huge tits seemed to remain suspended where they were, as
though they were made of plastic or something. Then Carol realized they just
might be artificial. She'd heard of implants, of course, but had never known
anyone to have done something like that. But still... she couldn't help staring
at Betty's bulbous breasts, and when some of oil spilled down over Betty's
shoulders, without thinking Carol reached down and rubbed it into the upper part
of Betty's tits. My God... they WERE silicone implants. Then, realizing she was
massaging oil into Betty's tits, Carol jerked her hand away, almost as though
she had touched a hot stove. Laughing, Betty said, "In case you're wondering,
yes, you're right. They're implants. Bill has always liked large tits, and when
we won the lottery I decided to do something about it." "It worked, too, didn't
it, babe," Bill grinned proudly. "Betty was the hit of the cruise, especially
when she went topless." "Topless? I... you mean--" Carol stammered. "Yes,
darling. Topless," Betty cooed. "Have you ever done it, Carol? The first time is
such a wonderful feeling. To lie on your back, half naked, in front of what
feels like the entire world, with everyone looking at your naked tits. God it
made me hot. Frankly, I loved it," Betty sighed. "Wish we could do it around
here, too," she added. "I wish Carol would," Bill teased. "From what I can see
of her she's got perfect breasts. Ahhh, youth. Must be nice," Bill said, closing
his eyes before Carol could respond. Her pussy was positively boiling now, and
she knew she had to do something about it or she would actually come right in
front of these strangers. Getting up, she said something about cooling off,
walking quickly to the edge of the pool, where she dove in, swimming the entire
length of the pool underwater before swimming back again in a slow, perfect
Australian crawl. When she returned to her chaise chair, Betty said, "You're a
wonderful athlete, Carol. Quite the swimmer. Is that how you keep that young
body of yours so perfectly toned?" "I... I guess so," Carol said, blushing
again. My God, she'd just climbed out of the cool water, and already she was
getting hot again, and to make matters worse, she knew the water had made her
large nipples hard. Bill was staring at them, and out of the corner of her eye
Carol saw his cock suddenly twitch, then begin to grow hard. She turned to stare
at it, unable to keep from looking at it as it grew slowly in Bill's suit. She
knew she mustn't look at it any longer, but she was totally powerless to turn
away. She was fascinated by not only the length of the huge cock, but by the
width of it as well. Watching as the young housewife stared at his growing cock,
Bill again reached down inside his suit to adjust it, only now it was so large
the large head of his cock began to poke out over the top of the suit. "Jesus,
sorry, Carol. I guess I shouldn't wear this suit around beautiful young women
with big nipples. I can't help it, but you've really turned me on. Guess you
better hand me a towel to cover up with, Betty," Bill said reluctantly. "NO!
I... I mean... it's my fault for staring at you. Don't... you... you don't have
to cover up because of me. I... I'll try not to stare at it. I mean at you,"
Carol stammered again, so hot now she just HAD to squeeze her thighs together,
over and over, slowly, the intense feelings of unexplored sexuality so powerful
now she couldn't deny them. She'd felt urges to do nasty things before, of
course, especially lately, but never any as strong as this. And Bill's wife
didn't even seem to mind that her husband was letting another women see the tip
of his naked cock. Carol was confused... hot... and unsure of how to handle the
situation. "I think we've had enough sun for a while," Betty said. "Carol, why
don't you come over and join us for lunch. You're all alone, aren't you?" "Yes,"
Carol breathed, trying to come up with an excuse to avoid joining them. She just
HAD to go home and masturbate. She HAD to, or she'd go MAD! "But I-" "No buts
about it, honey. You're coming with us. We have some delicious cold crab and
lobster, and I'll whip up a salad that you'll want to die for," Betty said,
getting up, gathering up their things. "Come on. Won't take no for an answer,
will we, Bill." "No way, Jose," he laughed. "Guess you'll find out sooner or
later, Carol, but when Betty makes up her mind to something, you might as well
pack your tent and give in. Come on. I'll open a bottle of wine for lunch. I
found the most delicious Chardonnay this week, and I've been looking for an
excuse to open it." Without wanting to, Carol found herself tagging along with
Bill and Betty, following them into their luxuriously appointed condo. It was
much larger than the one Carol and Art were living in, and Carol admired the
beautiful artifacts that filled the place. "Come on out in the kitchen," Betty
said. Carol did, and in minutes found herself sipping the deliciously dry, nut
and honey flavored crisp white wine Bill had poured for her. "Hmmm. This IS
good," Carol said, enjoying the effects the wine was having on her empty
stomach. "Carol, why don't you take off that wet suit. You'll catch a chill sure
as anything," Betty said. "Come with me. I'll get you a robe to put on." Again,
against her will, but unable to find any way to resist, the young blonde found
herself following the older brunette into the bedroom, where Betty handed Carol
a short, thin satin robe to wear. The robe was a very sexy shocking pink in
color, and as soon as she handed it to Carol, Betty started to disrobe in front
of the younger woman. "Don't mind me, sweetie," she said as she peeled off her
bikini, revealing the huge silicone breasts. "I'm not shy, so you don't have to
worry about it either. Go ahead now. Take off that wet suit." As she spoke,
Betty began to remove the lower part of her bikini pulling it slowly down over
her thighs, then her knees, stepping out of it as Carol watched, stunned. She
couldn't ever remember seeing another woman totally naked before, and when she
saw Betty's totally bare, shaved cunt, she gasped. "Oh my!" Laughing, Betty
said, "Yeah, I know. It's a stupid thing to do. Itches like hell a lot of the
time, but Bill likes me smooth. Says it makes it more fun to eat me that way. Go
on, Carol. Get undressed now, and put that robe on. I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
Fumbling nervously for the tie behind her suit, Carol heard Betty saying, "Here,
let me help you." The next thing she knew, Betty was standing behind her,
untying Carol's top, then removing it. My God, she's undressing me, and I'm
allowing it, Carol thought to herself as she felt the wet top being pulled from
her body. Then she felt Betty's fingers untying the bows at the sides of Carol's
bikini, and felt the bottom of her suit disappearing as well. Naked, and
shivering, Carol quickly pulled on the satin robe, aware that it made her
already erect nipples seem to stand out even more. "You're beautiful, Carol. Do
you know that?" Betty breathed in Carol's ear. "God you're beautiful." Carol
felt Betty lean forward, felt her warm breath on Carol's neck. And then her
lips. Betty kissed Carol's neck, softly, tenderly, for just a moment, and then
was tugging Carol's hand, pulling her toward the kitchen. "Lunch time," Betty
sang out, as Carol followed, her pussy filled with a raging, molten heat the
likes of which she'd never know before. In the kitchen, Bill was still wearing
the scandalous bikini, but his cock had softened. Was that a wet spot where the
tip of his cock was touching the suit, Carol wondered, staring at the thick cock
again. It was! His cock had leaked a little pre-cum juice out of it, and it made
the front of his suit glisten obscenely. It also made Carol's pussy incredibly
wet, so wet, she had to sit down before it began running out of her pussy and
down her legs. Her heart was beating like never before, and somehow Carol sensed
her life was about to change. Lunch was delightful. The seafood salad was
delicious, and after Carol's third glass of the wonderful wine, she was feeling
giddy. She was also beginning to feel awfully uninhibited. "So did you go
topless on shipboard, too?" Carol asked, grinning happily. Bill and Betty looked
at each other for a moment. Then Betty said, "Well... I didn't on deck. But
during some of the parties in the cabins things got a little wild and we did
there a few times." "You... you mean you... you took off your top at a party in
somebody's cabin?" Carol asked, once again stunned by Betty's confession. "We
did a hell of a lot more than that, Carol," Bill said quietly. "And it was
fucking wonderful." "Like... like what?" Carol asked, afraid of the answer, but
dying to hear it. "We swapped spouses, Carol," Betty said. "You know? Wife
swapping... Swinging...." "In other words, Carol," Bill continued for his wife.
"I watched while other men fucked Betty, and I fucked their wives while they
were fucking her. It was fantastic." "Oh God, no!" Carol gasped. "How... how
COULD you? How could you let your wife fu... I mean, make love to another man?
And you WATCHED her doing it?" "Damn right, kid. Made my cock a hell of a lot
harder than it is right now, too," Bill said, drawing Carol's attention to his
once again rock hard prick. The head of his cock was poking out over the top of
the elastic edge of the suit again, and this time he made no attempt to try to
hide it. "Jesus, Bill, you look like you're about ready to come," Betty laughed.
"Well fuck, I am. What do you expect, babe? You bring this gorgeous, YOUNG,
perfect hard body here... dress her in a thin robe with nothing under it but her
tits, ass, and pussy, and you expect this not to get hard?" Bill said, reaching
down inside his suit to grasp his cock, squeezing it, suddenly bringing it out
of his suit for them both to see. Carol knew she had to do something... knew if
she didn't get out of there that very moment she would explode from the nasty
thoughts running through her mind, but she was unable to move. Bill was removing
his suit now, stepping out of it, walking slowly toward her. Suddenly aware that
her robe had fallen open, Carol noticed that her naked tits were on display for
him, but suddenly she no longer cared. She was mesmerized by the huge cock.
She'd never seen anything like it, and when he quietly offered it to her lips,
she opened her mouth and let him slide the cock inside. For the first time in
her life, she was kissing a cock. Although Art had asked her to do it to him a
few times, she had angrily refused, saying she wasn't "that kind of girl." But
now she was, and the feelings that swept over her as she sucked the huge cock
were so powerful, so exciting, she suddenly felt herself coming. "Oh Godddddd!"
she gasped, unable to stop her fingers from reaching down between her thighs,
unable to stop them as they began rubbing her swollen clit, unable to stop the
waves of ecstasy that swept over her as her orgasm began rocking her body.
"Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh...." she moaned, repeatedly. Somehow, the waves of
pleasure just kept on coming, and as they did, something inside Carol snapped.
She grasped the cock, jerking it off as she sucked it, suddenly wanting it to
come, to splash hot cum all over her mouth and lips and face. "Jesus, she's like
a vacuum sweeper. God DAMN what a hot cocksucker," Bill groaned, feeling his cum
bubbling up from his balls, feeling it suddenly shooting out the end of his cock
and into Carol's mouth. "OH YES, DO IT, FUCK ME, FUCK MY MOUTH... COME ALL O V E
R MEEEEEEE!" Carol screamed, pulling the cock from her mouth, letting spurt
after spurt of hot cum splash onto her lips and cheeks and chin and tits, until
finally, the cock stopped shooting. She put it back in her mouth, then, sucking
lovingly, slowly, tasting his cum, until finally he begged her to let him go...
to release him from her eager, sucking mouth. Carol lay back in the kitchen
chair, exhausted, totally spent, her legs wantonly spread, displaying her open,
wet cunt as the cum ran down her chin and onto her shoulders. She knew what had
just happened could never be repeated if she wanted to save her marriage, yet in
a strange, perverted way, she did want it to happen again. Over and over again.
And she wanted something else, too. She wanted to feel that enormous cock
filling her tight, young pussy. She wanted Bill to... to FUCK her, and she knew,
now that she'd begun to think about it, now that the thought had been planted in
her brain, that somehow she would just have to make it happen....
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