Chapter 1


Janet Howard cringed as she heard her husband's car slam ... Damn, she
thought to herself, he's home for lunch again.

Bob and Janet Howard had been married for only a brief seven months,
yet already their relationship was beginning to show signs of wear. For
one thing, Bob seemed to have a much larger sexual appetite than Janet
and it was causing an ever widening gap in their already disintegrating
marriage. Not that anything had really ever been said, it was just
becoming more and more obvious to Janet that something had to be done
to break the pattern.

For the past two weeks Bob had been popping home for lunch and as he
put it, a quickie. Janet wasn't that much into fucking in bed at night,
let alone at lunchtime - usually she gave it the "old grin and bear it"
attitude but even that was becoming more and more difficult for her.

"How's my little honey," she heard Bob whisper softly into her ear as
he crept up behind her in the kitchen, slipping his arms around her
immediately and caressing her voluptuous breasts.

"Oh come on Bob not again," she complained, "we made love this
morning."

"Never can get enough," sang Bob turning his wife around and planting
his lips fully upon hers.

"If you sold a few more houses for a change we might be in better
shape."

"What's my selling houses got to do with fucking?" he groaned, slipping
his hand up his wife's housedress towards the soft resilient curls of
her pussy.

"Not now Bob," Janet said angrily wrenching herself away from her
husband's bear-like grasp.

"I want to fuck you so bad honey," Bob groaned, "I've been thinking
about it all morning long."

"Great ... that's why you aren't selling any houses."

"Oh honey would you get off that kick. Just because I'm not the
greatest real-estate salesman in the world isn't enough reason to have
you on my case all the time," the young husband groaned.

Janet thought now of all the hopes she had had before she married Bob.
With him in the real-estate business she had dreamed of her own house
and all the comforts in life but her dreams were slowly crumbling as
she realized that Bob was barely making enough money to feed them.

The disgruntled young wife walked out of the kitchen into the living
room and sat down on the couch, pouting.

"Oh Janet honey, I love you, you know that. I'll make it good, just you
wait and see," whimpered her husband. "Please honey, give me a little
loving."

Janet felt her husband's arms encircle her once again and his insistent
mouth press down upon hers. She felt his fingers once again begin to
creep up her soft white thighs and she squirmed and whimpered as the
tip of his middle finger found the narrow slit of her now sensitively
throbbing vagina, rising boldly upward and making sudden, hotly searing
contact with the throbbing tip of her clitoris.

"Oh!" Suddenly the entire area of her thin hairlined vaginal slit was
wet and slippery, and rush of unwanted desire permeated Janet's entire
body. She strained backward and sucked in her breath, withholding a
groan of sudden passion as it rose to her throat. She had to admit it,
it felt so good ... and yet there was something terrible about the fact
that it felt good. She felt herself being pushed down on the couch now,
feeling the almost obscene warmth of her husband's finger pressing at
the hidden little center of her cunt lips. She felt his hands fondle
her trembling body, touching her breasts and vagina until she was so
wet between her legs that she felt mortified and embarrassed. Even
though he was her husband it seemed indecent and tears of humiliation
flowed slowly down her face. He was teasing up into the tenderness of
her involuntarily moistening pussy with a tiny, fingering rhythm that
made her want to respond by moving her hips and thighs up to his hand.

"Open your legs!" he whispered to her tenderly, but with an underlying
tone of animalistic desire that frightened her. "Let me feel your
little cunt wide open honey!"

"Oh no ... Oh God, Bob ... Please don't ... not now!" she pleaded
softly through her tears. "Please don't make me!"

"That's all you ever say recently honey ... what about my rights!" he
yelled, angry now.

"That's not true Bob and you know it ... No ..." But his fingers were
working a lewd magic within the soft confines of her helplessly open
pussy, as his hands slowly but inexorably forced her legs apart. His
desire hardened cock was nudging insistently against her thigh, and she
wondered suddenly how she could have married a man with such an
enormous penis. It go so big sometimes that it didn't seem normal, and
horrified, she wondered if all men were like that.

"I've been thinking about fucking you all day honey," he groaned again
as he forced the thickness of his fingers up a little higher into the
moist darkness of her tightly clenching vaginal opening.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Janet reacted to his moan with a little jump.

"I was trying to show this guy a house this morning and all I could
think of was coming home and shoving my hot cock into your delicious
little pussy."

Janet felt her husband's penis give a lurch against the nakedness of
her upper thigh and she felt a wave of helplessness come over her as
she realized what he was going to do to her. Then she felt his fingers
pulling downward, leaving the elastically spread walls of her narrow
vagina, exiting with a soft, wet, sucking sound, leaving her insides
feeling somehow empty and open. He rolled over on top of her and moved
up between her legs, forcing them open with a rapidity that alarmed
her, and she cringed backward as he reached down toward her, lifting up
the crumpled material of her housedress and removing it by pulling it
off over her arms and head. She felt a cool rush of air against her
skin as she lay completely uncovered, completely nude before him. She
heard him give a little groan of lust as he took in the magnificent
sight of her nakedness.

Her full round breasts peak upward proudly ... Bob Howard loved his
wife's body, especially the chestnut hair-fringed lips of her delicious
pussy, just waiting for the entrance of his cock. He leaned forward and
pushed his young wife's legs far apart, determined that he would get
the pleasure he'd been dreaming of all morning long.

Janet looked down now to see her husband kneeling on all fours between
her open legs. He looked just like an animal, and she felt a moment of
pure unadulterated dislike for him. Pressing his thumbs outward against
the sensitive pillowlike lips of her chestnut pussy and slowly,
teasingly spreading the silken hairs to either side, he peered hungrily
into the nakedness of her pink moist cunt. His thumbs trembled
nervously against the widespread outer flanges as he drew the smooth,
pink lips apart, completely exposing the glistening inner flesh to the
mercy of his gaze.

She squirmed.

"Let me look at it ... Let me see it," he yelled. "It's mine, isn't
it?"

Janet wanted to yell back at him ... to tell him no ... no, it wasn't
his ... it belonged to her, and if she had her way, he wouldn't ever,
ever see it! Much less touch it! But she lay frozen to the couch,
completely humiliated by what he was doing, watching his lust-distorted
features as he brazenly contemplated her helplessly exposed genitals.

He looked greedily down at her for a long moment, and then with a
sudden inspiration, dropped his head down to the now openly spread lips
of her tiny throbbing cunt. The full length of his long tongue snaked
against the nakedness of her open cunt, wallowing warmly among the
folds and mounds of highly sensitized flesh. Janet jerked backward, her
trembling buttocks grinding further down to the mattress as though
there were some escape there. A soul-searing moan came from her lips as
she realized the full meaning of the horrible thing that her husband
was doing to her.

"OOOOOOOH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she cried.

It was depraved and ugly. Never had he even intimated that he would do
such a thing to her. Her hands went down to his hair to try to push his
face from between her thighs ... to get him to stop his greedy obscene
sucking. Her head was lifted up off the couch as she watched with utter
disbelief the horrifying scene of her husband hungrily lapping between
her widespread legs, his head wagging back and forth like some huge,
sex-maddened dog.

Her hands twisting in his hair seemed to have no effect whatsoever, and
she could hear him making tiny little grunting noises that mingled with
the lewd wet sucking sounds that rose to the air of their bedroom.
Completely mortified, she let her head fall back on the couch, her
entire body rolling helplessly from side to side as she was buffeted by
her husband's tongue, and his strong hands maneuvered her nakedly
squirming hips to his liking. She could feel his tongue spearing wetly
into the involuntarily wet and dilated entrance of her hotly seething
vagina ... and she felt terrified by the implication of what he was
doing. How could she ever face him again after he did this to her? And
the worst was that in spite of her horror at what was happening, in
spite of her utter revulsion, tiny thrills of pleasure were rippling
through her lower belly. Her body was responding to the forbidden
licking of her loins in such a way that she couldn't help gasping with
pleasure. She could see him looking at her, observing her, even as his
mouth remained fastened to the widespread tightness of her besieged
pussy, and she read in them a challenge that she fought desperately to
meet. His hands reached up to the white mounds of her breasts, and she
felt him grappling with the tender nipples, twisting them harshly while
his tongue still worked at her hair-lined pussy with unrelenting fury.

Bob continued to look at his wife as he felt the forbidden flesh of her
tiny open pussy clenching and unclenching helplessly beneath his
thrusting tongue. The bittersweet taste of her filled his mouth as he
watched the tears rolling down her cheeks. God, it made him feel good
to see her like this! He was good and tired of her arrogance ... and
this would teach her a good lesson! But he was going to have to fuck
her soon, or go crazy! Below, his cock hung down thick and heavy as he
kneeled forcefully between her widespread legs.

The huge, lustfully throbbing hardness felt like it was going to burst
any second, and although he wanted to continue the more than
pleasurable sucking of Janet's unwilling cunt, he knew that he couldn't
last much longer. His hanging testicles felt filled and tight with his
building sperm ready to let loose at any second if he didn't get it up
inside of her soon.

"OH GOD!" he thought, his eyes never leaving the beautiful young face
that he'd fallen so deeply in love with, his hands never ceasing their
deft manipulation of her soft pliant breasts. "I'VE GOT TO FUCK HER."

With lightning speed, he lifted himself up from between her legs, and
throwing himself upon her, he held the pulsing rod of his cock in his
hands and tried to direct it to the tiny hair-fringed opening of
Janet's vagina. But Janet squirmed backward, clamping her legs tightly
together and twisting to the side.

"No! No!" she cried, terrified both by what might happen and by what
might not.

The unexpected shift in his wife's position startled Bob and his heavy
cock grazed against the side of her thigh. His entire being had been
geared to entering her that second, and he realized with something akin
to desperation that the mechanisms of orgasm had already been set in
motion inside him. Everything was going lightning fast, and yet it
seemed like slow motion as he felt the tremendous force of his climax
speeding to explosion inside him. His cock quivered in his hands and
his head snapped back in an anguished recognition of the powerful
release that was coming.

"Aaaaarrrrrhhhhh! OH JESUS!" he cried out. The white hot liquid was
starting to spurt and Bob felt the flying sparks of lust seething
through his tensed body. He was straddling his wife's hips as she
turned on her side and it was too late to do anything but slip her over
on her back as thick, whitely heated streams of semen began to arc out
from his suddenly jerking cock. They spurted in large, pearl covered
droplets upon Janet's naked, trembling breasts and belly as the
continuing madness of the exploding orgasm continued to rack Bob's
body. Thrill after thrill racked him, tormenting and controlling him
with acute sensation. His body twitched, out of control, totally
immersed in the wild climax.

"OOOOOHHHHH! GOOOOOD!" The last heated drops dribbled down onto his
shocked wife's smooth naked flesh and Bob could see her face a
contorted mask of anger and disgust.

"Honey I'm," he started to say.

"Get out of here you fucking bastard," she screamed, pounding the couch
now with her clenched fists. "Get out of here!"

Bob Howard knew when it was time to leave and this was an obvious case.
Maybe she would have gotten over it by the time he came back from the
office later on. Certainly she was in no mood now to discuss anything.
Damn her anyway, why didn't she give herself to me. Why is it so hard
for her to surrender to me, he wondered as he pulled on his clothes.

"See you later, babe," he called out as peacefully as he could as he
left the house but there was no response. "Boy, she's hopping mad with
me," thought Bob Howard, "I'd better bring her some flowers home or
something. Something to make it up to her ... if I don't she'll never
give it to me again!"



Chapter 2


Gary Spencer had gone to real-estate school with Bob Howard, the only
difference between Bob and Gary was that Gary knew how to sell. He'd
only been in business for a year and already he'd made enough money to
buy his wife the beautiful house of her dreams. He felt sorry for his
friend Bob and was aware that his marriage was really suffering because
of his lack of salesmanship.

"You know Julie," he said to his wife across the breakfast table, "I'd
like to invite Bob and Janet Howard here for the week. I got a call
from Bob and I sense things aren't what they should be in their
marriage. Maybe a weekend around us would cheer him up."

"My sense is that Janet Howard isn't at all in touch with her
sexuality," purred Julie Spencer crossing her legs to allow her husband
a view of her shapely thighs, as well as her panties.

The show was not lost on Gary Spencer either. He considered himself
damn lucky to have married as sexually alluring and seductive a woman
as Julie. She was ready any time to fuck, anywhere, as many times as he
wanted. He knew he was a lucky man.

"Does she turn you on at all Gary," Julie smiled, thinking of Bob
Howard and how extremely attractive he was to her.

"A little, well in fact a lot but then I hear she just can't let go,
and after you babes, I'm spoiled," he grinned lewdly.

"Don't you think we should give Bob a little of what he needs."

"You mean don't I think you should give it to him, you sexy wench,"
laughed Gary.

The Spencer's were loose and easy about each other making love to other
people, as far as they were concerned it improved their marriage rather
than took away from it. But they knew they were pretty unusual in this
respect.

Gary leaned over now, reaching out for his lusciously curved wife and
pinching one nipple through her thin caftan.

"Do you remember the last couple we swapped with," groaned Julie as her
husband's finger continued to excite her. "Do you remember the way she
wanted both you and her husband to sandwich her between you at the same
time?"

"Do I ever," grinned Gary.

"Well I didn't have that much fun, I had to masturbate like mad to stop
myself from flipping out. Next time it will be different."

"Oh poor baby," Gary teased, as with one hand he reached under her
dress, cupping the silken crotch of her panties and the softly rising
mound of her fuzz-covered pussy with his open palm.

"Mmmmmm ..." Julie sighed. "That's nice, but don't stop there ... go on
... go on ..."

Gary Spencer continued to fondle his wife under the breakfast table, it
was one of the games they liked to play, it made them feel so wicked
like a teenage couple who couldn't wait to get to the bedroom!

"Mmmmmm ... right there ... yes, that's it ... like that," Julie's
words were interrupted now by her husband's middle finger slithering
wetly up under the tight elastic leg of her now warmly moistened
panties. The hotly probing tip teased and slid around and about her
thinly bearded vaginal slit for a few delicious moments which Julie
groaned out her pleasure in a soft, passion-laden voice.

Gary reached under his wife's dress now with his other hand and slowly
rolled her panties down over her smoothly rounded hips until the
entirety of her pubic triangle was exposed and her sheer white panties
clung tenuously down around her knees. Then without waiting longer, he
reached back under her dress and began pressuring his tightly cupped
hand up against her nakedly exposed pussy. At the same time, he lowered
himself to the floor and, thinking of a new tactic, slipped her panties
down around her ankles and helped her step out of them. Gary remained
sitting on the floor, giving him an unobstructed view of the glistening
pink opening of her exposed vagina surrounded by its blonde curling
cunt hair.

Julie now calmly picked up the newspaper as her husband's hands began
to smooth along behind both her resilient white buttocks, patting and
caressing them, even as his finger teased hotly around the bearded
mouth up between her thighs, and then slid wetly up into her slippery
open pussy.

Julie groaned aloud while her husband's thick fingers lingered
lovingly, expertly touching, investigating sliding back and forth in
the warmly seeping liquids that were exuded by the tender vagina that
nestled so snugly between her legs.

Then, her mouth hanging slightly open in rising rapture, Julie began to
shift her weight slightly to accelerate the erotic pleasure she was
receiving.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH ..." Julie groaned out lustfully as both of Gary's hands
played and teased now in the warm pubic lips above him. They were
throbbing and pulsing now and the smoothly split little mouth of her
pussy glistened like a beacon in the dark. Gary thought his wife's cunt
was just about the most erotic thing he had ever seen as he continued
his secret playing among the wet cuntal folds up under his wife's
skirt, keeping a keen ear out for her little sighs that came more and
more frequently as she read haltingly and with heavy breath from the
newspaper.

Julie's clitoris throbbed heavily and hotly, her pussy pulsated up
between her slightly spread thighs as she began to grunt a little under
the obscene pleasure of her husband's expert manipulations. Her face
flushed a deep scarlet and her eyes glazed over slightly. The rising
sensation beneath her dress was almost too much ... it seemed so
wicked, so deliciously dirty ... she couldn't remember when she was so
turned on. God, if anyone could see this happening to her!

Suddenly the door opening and Julie's Irish maid, Bridget entered the
kitchen.

"Oh sorry mam," she stammered, "I thought there was no-one here."

"That's all right, Bridget, you can work here," Julie smiled to
herself. She knew that Bridget couldn't see Gary because he was totally
covered by the tablecloth and this would be as good a time as any to
see if Bridget would ever be joining in any future orgies. Their last
two maids had done so, why not Bridget?

Bridget did as she was told but she didn't like it, there was something
peculiar going on in the kitchen this morning and she didn't like it.
The missus had a strange look on her face and the sounds that she had
heard through the door were most peculiar.

Gary was hysterical under the kitchen table, he could hardly believe
his wife's audacity, still, he didn't mind -- two could play at that
game!

"Mnnnnnmmmmm ..." Julie cried out as Gary's middle finger began
flicking at her clitoris, flicking steadily now that he knew what kind
of response it was going to get. The wetness was pouring out of her now
and occasionally Julie could feel tiny drops of her vaginal fluids
sliding down the naked insides of her smooth white thighs. Gasping, she
continued reading the newspaper.

"Pardon me, mum," Bridget asked, a confused look on her face.

"Nothing ... nothing, Bridget, go on with your work ... Ooooohhh ..."

What on God's earth is going on thought Bridget as she turned to
continue her work at the kitchen sink.

Gasping now, Julie felt her husband's hotly working fingers increase
their attentions. Her pleasure grew and grew until it was so enormous
that she could do nothing but sputter out names in the newspaper in a
mad jumble until suddenly she felt the beginnings of a violent orgasm.
A gigantic shudder raced through her and the enormous pleasure seeping
through her wildly aroused cunt held her in its grip.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH ..." she screamed out in the room nearly scaring Bridget
silly. ' ' YESSSSS! NOWWWWWWWW ... NNNNNOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!"

Bridget turned in horror to look as she finally understood what was
going on underneath the kitchen table. She stared wildly at the
tablecloth, her eyes boring through it to where she knew Mr. Spencer
was messing about with his wife. She knew that it was wrong and evil
but she liked it all the same, just like she had enjoyed the baker's
son Paddy who had messed around with her every time she went in to buy
bread at the bakery.

"NNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHAAAA!"

Julie's entire body shook violently as her orgasm shattered within her,
breaking into a billion little bits. Waves of lewd sexual delirium
racked her body, releasing her pent-up emotions and all the time Gary
continued to do exactly the right thing as his thick plying fingers
continued to feed the raging fire of his wife's dizzying orgasm.

Beneath her caftan, Gary Spencer grinned and visualized the maid
watching his wife's torment. Devilishly, he wormed one finger up into
the tight little puckered hole of her anus, nestled just below the
opening of her still vibrantly climaxing cunt. The unexpected contact,
in the midst of her orgasm brought a low moan of anguish from Julie's
lips. She could feel it starting up all over again. She clenched her
eyes tightly shut, her lips bared back over her perfect white teeth as
the divine sensation began to race through her body, speeding insanely
the short, infinitesimal distance from her quivering pussy to the
sensitive rubbery entrance of her anus.

"OH GARY!!! GOD, GARY!" she cried out, unmindful of Bridget who was now
staring directly at her.

"Oh my lord!" moaned Bridget.

"AAAAggghhhh!" Julie groaned again. Tiny goosepimples were rippling
across her arms and belly, and she could feel the tips of her nipples
hard and swollen pushing against the soft silk of her caftan. Her
creamy white buttocks jerked and twitched involuntarily as spasms of
delicious sensation set all her nerve endings to tingling. The full
impact of the lewd spectacle she was making of herself hit her,
bringing a perverse added pleasure to her loins. What must Bridget be
thinking? But it hardly mattered as the wonderful licking sparks burst
again and again inside her, all but devouring her in a lustful
conflagration. It was so absolutely heavenly, that she could not bring
him to flick and probe ceaselessly into the nakedness of her passion-
wet loins and buttocks, while she jerked spasmodically above him,
reacting to each thrust with a weaving, trembling motion of her own.
All that mattered now was the wonderful pleasure that pierced her
heated flesh like little arrow points of fire!

"Oh my God, Gary!" she breathed downwards towards her husband, "you
finger me so good honey, so good. Don't stop yet, I can still take
more."

Gary Spencer chuckled. It was true, he was the luckiest man alive, his
wife was the most seductive woman in the world. This time I'll kiss her
pussy a little, see how she can stand that, he grinned lewdly to
himself as he nuzzled his face up her creamy white thigh and with a
swift movement of his tongue plunged it directly against her wildly
pulsating clitoris.

"AAAAAARRRGGGHHH, YESSSSS," hissed Julie through clenched teeth, "I SAY
YESSSSS!!!"



Chapter 3


"Now this is a house," glowed Janet Howard in appreciation as she and
her husband Bob pulled up into the driveway of the Spencer residence.
"How long did you say Gary had been in business," she asked casually.

"Look here Janet, we're here for a nice long weekend, I don't want jibs
about how much more money Gary is making than me, okay ... I just want
to have a good time."

"Okay," pouted Janet, "no need to take offense."

Almost an hour later, drink in hand, sitting comfortably in Julie's
livingroom, Janet could take a really good look at her surroundings.
The Spencers lived just the way she wanted to live, now why couldn't
Bob make a lot of money, was it really that difficult?

She looked across at Julie Spencer and had to admit that she was a very
beautiful woman ... she certainly fits the house, thought Janet
jealously.

"Can I give you a refill, Janet. You know those men? Once they get
talking about real estate they're locked in for hours. We probably
won't see them until dinner."

"Yes, I'll take another drink," Janet said boldly, wondering if in fact
she should, two was usually her limit and this was her third and they
were rather strong into the bargain ... still, she felt bold.

She felt a little uncomfortable too, perhaps another drink might help.
Suddenly the little dress she had bought for the weekend looked so
cheap and shabby next to Julie's.

"Your husband's a very attractive man, Janet, you should be proud of
him."

"I am, only ... only ..." Janet murmured.

"Only what? He doesn't make enough money, is that it?"

"Something like that," confessed Janet.

"Well let me give you a little advice, if you don't mind. Some women
wouldn't mind that at all ... as long as they have a handsome man under
their clutches. So, don't be too mean to him, that's all."

"You think I'm mean to Bob?"

"I didn't say that, I just said, don't be, that's all."

Janet was a little confused and there was something about Julie's tone
of voice and the way her gown would fall to one side and expose her
entire naked breast that suddenly made Janet feel insecure and yet
Julie couldn't have designs on her husband ... it just wasn't possible,
or was it?

* * *

"So, what kind of fun have you two been getting into recently?" Gary
Spencer beamed across the dinnertable.

Janet was a little put out, what did he mean ... he seemed to be
implying something other than an occasional movie.

"Oh not much," she heard her husband answering his friend. "We've been
cutting down on expenses recently you know."

"Well, lots of things are fun and they don't cost money," winked Gary,
"remember what I was talking about earlier."

Janet watched her husband blush now... what's going on, she wondered,
obviously something is that I don't know about ... it's all rather
strange. I'm beginning to feel that I've been invited here for the
weekend for an experiment, or something.

Bob Howard started a little now as he felt a delicate nudge of his leg.
He looked slyly across at Julie Spencer and found that she was staring
at him quite intently. Was he imagining it, or was she coming on to him
...

* * *

"I insist, I absolutely insist," Bob Howard heard his friend Gary
saying to his wife as he helped her into his car. "I must take you to
my special spot by the ocean to watch the moon set, it's a rare treat I
can tell you."

But what about the others," he heard his wife falter, realizing that
she was afraid to go and she was afraid to say no.

"Oh Julie will keep Bob entertained for a while believe me, this is
part of your weekend, I insist," he said forcefully.

Bob heard the car door slam and the sound of screeching brakes, he
turned to Julie Spencer. "I must say your husband is a forceful
character."

"Forceful and smart, he knows that I want to be alone with you," purred
Julie seductively, and with that she edged over slightly on the couch
until her body was placed closely to Bob's and parting her lips
slightly, pressed them over tightly against his, thrusting her moist,
pointed tongue deep into his surprisedly gaping mouth.

Bob, was stilled, momentarily by the shock but then recovering,
countered by forcing his tongue back and slipping his into her mouth as
she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth
that sent sexual chills running the length of his spine. He pulled back
for a moment to escape the rising sensations and thought guiltily about
his wife.

"Your wife isn't giving you what you want, is she?" Julie said
directly.

"W-what ... why ... no ... as a matter of fact, she isn't. Can you
tell?"

"Of course I can and believe me I intend to make it up to you."

"But what about Gary, he's my friend."

"Of course he's your friend, why do you think he took Janet away with
him. Why don't you let me make up for what you've been missing!" Julie
purred, letting her hands travel down between their tightly pressed
bodies, coming to rest at the growing bulge in Bob's pants.

Bob could hardly believe what was happening to him as Julie began to
fumble with the zipper of his fly, slowly lowering it and then slipping
her softly searching hand inside.

"Ooooooooh ... it's so big!" Julie cooed as her fingers came into
contact with the hard rod of flesh. "It's going to feel so good inside
of me and twisting around deep in my pussy. Quick, let's get naked ...
I'll teach you some things you can take home to that wife of yours."

Bob jumped up from the couch and began desperately stripping his
clothes off. Julie merely slipped out of her gown until she was
completely naked, she wore no brassiere or panties.

Bob lay down beside her, dragging her closer to him on the soft furry
carpet. He moved one hand down the smoothness of her buttocks and
cupped them strong in it. They were beautifully shaped and sinewy as he
had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against him and she
raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand
searched down between them for the hardness of his penis. He gasped as
the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidity. He pressed his
head forward and kissed her nakedly curved back. Her lips were soft and
she crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her
pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her hips around and
pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him
between them.

Bob was breathing hot moist air all over her and with all his weight on
her, Julie had some trouble breathing for just a moment ... she didn't
mind, she knew that in moments she would be writhing in the wild throes
of sexual ecstasy beneath her husband's friend and she wanted to hasten
the time as she felt his heavy legs pressing against her now and
pulsing near her belly, the fiery length of his long, lust-hardened
penis.

Her hands came down between them and circled around Bob's excitedly
throbbing cock, guiding it between the lips of her hot, desire
moistened cunt. Bob groaned above her as he felt her move up and down
between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the
pulsating, blood-filled head. They grazed teasingly against it, forcing
it into a greater hardness until it ached from the maddening pressure.

Bob couldn't stand it for another second. His hands went underneath his
friend's wife's legs, drawing them up so that they splayed outward and
her calves rested up on his back, her heels digging into the muscles of
his buttocks for support. He let his desire-swollen prick insinuate
itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the quivering
entrance to her pussy. Suddenly, he flicked his hips forward with a
sudden cruel thrust that drove it with a flesh splitting crash into the
gaping hot mouth of her cunt.

" Yyyyyeesssssss ..." Julie hissed beneath him as she felt her warm
elastic sheath slip wetly over his engorged penis. It entered with a
slight pop and his long prick raced up her cunt to the full depths of
her belly, warm and tight at first, then easier as the wetness of the
passage surrounded him, lubricating the way.

Julie felt herself being pressed into the floor, but instead of being
crushed under his weight she pushed up against him and felt herself
being transported by him.

Then Bob's balls slapped hard against the rounded upturned cheeks of
her ass. Julie let out a low animal-like scream, twisting slightly to
escape the unexpected pain, and then let out another cry of pain. She
felt as though her cunt lips were being split apart by the enormous
hard circumference of her husband's friend's penis. But ignoring her
cries, Bob thrust into her even harder, grinding his pelvis tighter
into her loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered good
and lay for a moment to allow the pain of the sudden entry to subside,
proud that he could hurt the aristocratic beauty and make her squeal
this way. The tenderness of her inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-like
around his churning prick as he rocked his full weight against her,
splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his cock upward inside her.
He could feel her legs flailing out in the air on either side of his
driving hips but he could only grab onto the nakedness of her smooth
cushiony buttocks and pull her entire pelvis up still higher to meet
his prick.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Julie ... JULIE, BABY!!! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU GOOD!!"

Bob worked his hips up, kneeling above her helplessly held body and
using her long trembling legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating
profusely and big drops fell from his forehead onto her hotly quivering
stomach. Julie was stunned at the way she seemed to have lost control
of the situation as Bob ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid
flesh beneath him. Julie strained back under him, arching her loins up
at him, lifting them both a few inches off the floor. She moaned
ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs
around his hips as she worked her open pussy desperately up and down
his rhythmically pistoning cock, her mouth gaped open wide, her head
flailed from side to side on the rug, again and again in wild abandon,
she shrieked out her pleasure.

Bob's rigid cock was touching every pore of her deeply impaled belly,
filling her with heated male flesh as she had never been filled before.

Looking down at his beautiful conquest, Bob felt like a God. Before he
was through, he would have her begging for more. He thrust into her
moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise, kneading
the smooth full moons of her jiggling white buttocks in his nervous
cupping fingers. She was being skewered hard down into the floor now,
helplessly impaled by his ramming prick. He could feel his cock growing
and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst
from the exquisite pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped
heavily against her buttocks below.

"... yes ... yes ... yes ..." Julie chanted over and over, her eyes
rolling up into their sockets in a dazed state.

Bob's face grew redder and redder from desire as with long even strokes
he continued the glorious fucking of this rich beautiful woman, the
wife of his best friend. This was forbidden fruit, forbidden pussy and
by God, he was going to enjoy it!

Great tides of desire rose and fell within Julie as she writhed beneath
his powerfully grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen prick reached
the farthest depths of her defenselessly open cuntal passage. The lewd
smacking noise of his swinging, spermfilled testicles slapping
rhythmically down against her wet, nakedly exposed buttocks filled her
ears combined with her own deep groans and sighs of wildly careening
passion.

Bob could tell that her tightly clinging cunt was near cumming as she
gripped him tightly between her desperately straining thighs, opening
and closing them around him in time to his hard, long thrusts into her.
She gurgled beneath him, the sound came from deep within her throat as
though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he
continued his relentless fucking between her wildly flailing legs with
all his strength.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH ..." Julie sang out, feeling her lover's heavily
perspiring body pressing down on her now while the tautly stretched
moons of her buttocks split wide, her legs gangling in mid-air as her
cuntal muscles began to vibrate with urgency and then to contract
wildly. A series of spasms took hold of her as the driving cock sped
ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her vaginal walls
steadily back, massaging them internally with each fuck of it in and
out. He withdrew his huge hardness all the way out of her, leaving just
the head at the entrance and then with all his might, rammed back into
her hotly steaming pussy. "Oooooooh God! I'm cumming ..." she gasped,
her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming ... cumming ...
cumming ..." she mumbled on, almost incoherently until the sounds
coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables
whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs
tighter, her knees touching her nipples, until the whole of her
hungrily sucking and clenching vaginal slit was presented up to him to
fuck into and use as he wanted. Her ankles locked over his shoulders,
her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of
abandoned-ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide
at the ceiling.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed out again, bucking up against his
savage thrusts. Bob crooned with delight knowing she was beginning the
real part of her orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep
into the soft confines of her cunt, watching as he did so the way his
cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching mouth of her
strainingly bearded pussy. His balls ached painfully and as she
continued to grunt steady words of encouragement to him, he knew that
he too was going to cum. His huge prick seemed filled with a hundred
hot sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he totally dominated
the wealthy, aristocratic woman. His sperm seemed to be crying out from
within him, begging for release into the hot steaming pit of his best
friend's wife's womb.

A low wail suddenly formed on Julie's lips as her nostrils flared and
she screwed her cunt desperately up on Bob's wildly thrusting cock and
locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs, while her
loins jerked spasmodically against his belly. Her entire body arched
beneath her lover's powerfully thrusting hardness, her face almost
unrecognizable in its passion distorted state. A steadily wailing
scream spewed forth from her wide open mouth and she clung to his back
with both hands and heels doing an odd sideways dance with her
climaxing pelvis. Her raging hot vagina clung to the enormous hardened
rod that filled them so entirely while gushing sparkles of light seeped
through her, throbbing wildly through every pore of her body.

"OOOOO AAAAAHHHHEEEEE ..." she screamed out in mid-air for several
seconds while Bob quickened his pace, ramming into her with short, hard
strokes that triggered her inner explosion and kept it going for long,
delicious moments when suddenly a great gushing stream came rushing out
of him in hot, thick spurts, filling her belly until it couldn't hold
no more.

"Yessss ... Oh God! YESSSSSS!!!" Julie cried as she felt the great
shooting jet of his hot, scalding sperm ricocheting around inside her
wildly contracting cunt like a great flood of undammed volcanic lava.

She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, and then expelled it
as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing
limply down into the floor. She lay still, except for the
uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around her
husband's friend's deeply imbedded penis. They lay quietly now,
breathing deeply, their eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Mmmmm . .. you are sweet," Bob murmured.

"So are you," giggled Julie, her long blonde curls gently flailing from
side to side. "That was quite a ride we took .. . I want you again you
know," she purred seductively rubbing her hands sensitively up and down
his passion-drenched body.

"Now," he grinned weakly.

"No ... we can wait a while, and anyway we have the whole weekend long,
we can arrange some little excursion or something. Would you like that
lover," Julie smiled lewdly.

"You know I would Julie, as long as Janet doesn't get hurt."

"Oh, we'll be very careful about Janet. Maybe she'll open up a little
too, who knows," she smiled mischievously as she thought of her
husband, whispering inwardly to herself. If Gary can't melt her, no-one
can!



Chapter 4


Janet Howard wasn't exactly sure what was happening that she didn't
know about, but something was. Gary Spencer had been very attentive to
her the first night, taken her out to see the moon set, even put his
arm around her, until she had edged away sharply, but now ... she was
alone. It was the second time she had been left alone and she didn't
like it.

Julie Spencer and her husband Bob seemed to be hitting it off just
right. She liked to play tennis, so did Bob, Janet hated tennis. She
liked to sail, so did Bob, Janet hated sailing. Gary had some business
to take care of in the house, it was the maid's day off and suddenly
Janet found herself once again alone.

The sun was shining however and so she took advantage of the day and
the sun's rays. One thing Janet did like was to be brown as a berry.
Now stretched out sexily in her white bikini, her skin looked almost
ebony ... little did she know how seductive and alluring she looked,
especially to Gary Spencer who could see her clearly from his study
window. He could see Janet but she couldn't see him because of the
willow tree between them but Gary could see just enough through the
branches to know that he still desired Janet's hot little body, even
though he knew she was a touch on the cool side he felt he could melt
the ice a little. I'll just give her a little time, he decided.

Janet sipped her gin and tonic and sank back into the comfortable
wicker chaise, relaxing into its soft pillows was the best thing she'd
done for herself all day, she thought sleepily to herself. She felt the
sun sinking into her body and she felt invigorated. She started to
drift off and suddenly she found herself thinking about the previous
evening in bed with Bob. It was the first time in months that he hadn't
tried to fuck her, she couldn't understand it, it was so unlike him. He
just didn't seem interested in her body at all. She found herself, even
in bed and especially now feeling sexy. It was almost as if because he
didn't want her, she wanted him.

She felt her nipples begin to respond to her lewd thoughts too and tiny
rivulets of perspiration were beginning to gather under her arms and
down the inside of the finely curling chestnut pubic hair nestling
snugly between her legs. She pressed her legs together as if in an
effort to quell the salacious feelings that were gathering there then
realizing that this was only causing her to feel even more seductive
she opened them. A little rush of air up her legs however increased her
feelings even more. "Mmmmm!" she sighed as the air sent a small tingle
of pleasure rippling through her loins. "Ah, now that feels good!"

Suddenly she knew what she wanted to do ... no-one could see her, Gary
was in the back of the house somewhere reading work lists or something.
She wanted to be naked ... naked in the sun, it really appealed to her.
I can't imagine why I'm having such lewd thoughts, Janet mused to
herself, but I haven't been having much fun this weekend, if being nude
in the sun makes me happy, I don't see why I shouldn't indulge myself.

Funny how sexy I feel though, she thought. Janet wasn't used to such
feelings, at least not in a long while. It was almost as if Bob's
voracious appetite for sex hadn't allowed her to have one at all. He
never gave her the chance to want him because he always wanted her
first.

Janet tentatively slipped out of her bikini now, looking around
furtively just to make sure no-one was looking and then she was free,
completely naked and she felt wonderful. She felt the little bud of her
clitoris quivering wildly as the air fully hit it and almost without
thinking she let her hands roam freely over the swelling curves of her
breasts down her tapering waist until they came to rest on the slightly
rising mound of her naked vagina. Her fleecy chestnut pussy pulsed
slowly with a rising moisture ... her face glistened with the natural
oils of her body and she caught her breath as her middle finger reached
the prickly sensitive folds of her pussy. She felt a sharp thrill rush
through her entire body now as the tender surface of her pussy was
exposed to her quietly little manipulations. The feeling rose from her
pink and coral pussy up across her trim little belly where it lingered
before rising higher still to reach the taut protrusions of her
breasts, large and ripe and melon-like.

Janet could hardly believe that she was touching herself this way, she
hadn't done it since she was a little girl but she couldn't help but
admit to herself that it felt good ... really good.

"Ooooohhhhh ..." she gasped as the deliciousness of the sensations
caused by her fingers grew more and more acute. It was just like when
she was a little girl only more acute. Her fingers slipped into the
moistly moving crevice between the softly fringing outer pillows of her
exposed cunt, sliding across the delicate hidden tissues of her
genitalia. Across the jumbled screen of her mind flickered several
different imagines ... Bob, her husband ... Gary Spencer ... and then
her fingers were rubbing, teasing, churning feverishly inside the
ripeness of her vagina as she remembered how wicked she was being. She
fell back onto the chaise now, her fingers never stopping their tender
ministrations for one moment, deeper and deeper her fingers plunged
into her hungry pussy, her long legs stretching out, scissoring back
and forth as her orgasm came crashing down around her, battering around
inside her then rushing out to meet her invading fingers. Giant sparks
exploded inside her head and great waves of flashing colors blinded her
vision as her vaginal walls contracted wildly around her slim tapering
fingers still churning deep up inside her virgin pussy.

"Yessss ... I say yessssss ..." Janet hissed softly to herself as her
body's pulsations slowed down, until she was merely undulating up and
down on the chaise, her fingers still deeply imbedded inside her wetly
moistened pussy. And as the wetness of her orgasm crept between her
fingers, alternating hot and cold chills ran up and down her body as
the moist fruits of cumming gushed forth in a steady stream of warmly
seeping vaginal secretions. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH HHHHHAAAAAHHHHH ..."
she screamed out, now totally unaware that her cries could possibly be
heard by Gary Spencer. She was beyond caring, now all she cared about
was the climax she was experiencing, a feeling she had desperately
needed for so long, cutting off from her husband so often she never
experienced the fullness of orgasm and now as she rose and fell with
her gently writhing body.

She could hardly believe that she had just masturbated and yet she
didn't really feel guilty ... she had enjoyed it too much to feel
guilty. Serves Bob right for not fucking me properly, she groaned to
herself, it's not my fault if he leaves me unsatisfied, I do my best.

* * *

Gary Spencer smiled broadly to himself as he watched Janet Howard
thrashing up and down on the chaise in his garden, impaled on her own
fingers.

"So, she is a hot little cunt, after all," he grinned lewdly. Whoever
would have thought it. Well now, if that's the case then she'll get the
treatment before the weekend is out, can't let that little number slip
by me untried, that would never do. Besides, Julie is having so much
fun with old Bob, I deserve a little too. Better watch out little Janet
sexy pants, I'm on your case now, you won't get away from me easily ...
not easily at all!



Chapter 5


Janet Howard had removed her chaise to the far end of the garden, she
had had enough of the sun now and wanted to lie in the shade and read.
No-one can see me here, she mused to herself. I'm safe and sound, here
all alone.

She felt good, her masturbation of earlier in the day had fulfilled her
and she had been riding on a cloud since. She felt sure that if Bob
made love to her like that, she would never be mean and bitchy to him
but she wasn't sure about that. He still needs to make some money in
the world, I don't want to live in that dump all my life, she thought.

Her face was creased now as she thought of her house, the house they
rented, compared to the house the Spencer's owned, plus a sailing boat,
two good cars and a maid. Oh dear, Bob will never be that successful
she cried wistfully to herself, I'm almost sure of it.

Janet settled back into the cushions of the chaise with her book,
propping the pillows behind her head she allowed her thoughts to
concentrate on the page.

She couldn't help her mind drifting back to her husband Bob though and
how short and sharp he had been with her the evening before. He just
didn't pay me any attention at all she whined to herself, I wonder why
not, it's so unlike him. Usually he's all over me and I don't want it
... I wonder if he's going to be nice to me tonight - I do hope so. He
seems to be paying a lot of attention to Julie though, strange Gary
doesn't mind. I'm not sure that I like it, come to think of it, I don't
like it at all!

* * *

Julie Spencer and Bob Howard had arrived back from their sail a little
early.

"Hello everyone," called out Julie as soon as they entered the house,
"anyone home?"

The adulterous couple listened for sounds of their respective wife and
husband but none were forthcoming. "Well Gary's probably at the office
and Janet, well, maybe she went out for a walk, or something," Julie
said casually.

"What shall we do," Bob Howard taunted, edging closer to the soft
voluptuous woman now begging for him to fuck her. He could see the lust
practically oozing out of her eyes.

"I want you to fuck me," Julie drawled, "and I want you to fuck me in
the rose garden."

"I hope there's some grass," Bob groaned.

"Oh lots darling, don't worry. Come!" she commanded, lifting up her
hand and taking his, gently urging him towards the sliding glass doors.

Moments later they were in the rose garden, tucked away behind a clump
of willow trees. "We're totally safe here," she purred, "come my
darling," she cooed, pulling the anxiously waiting man down beside her.
"Oh God! you're so sexy ... pity your wife doesn't realize it."

* * *

Janet was so engrossed in her book that for a while she didn't notice
that there were other sounds in the garden besides the birds but
suddenly she became aware of a totally different sound coming through
the willow trees.

"GOD, IT'S SO BIG AND BEAUTIFUL ... LET ME TOUCH IT, HONEY!"

Janet started, whose voice was that. She was immensely curious now and
putting down her book she started to tiptoe towards where the sound was
coming from.

Suddenly she stopped short ... she just couldn't believe the sight
before her eyes. There on the grass were a nude couple playing with
each other's private parts and one of them was her husband Bob and the
other was his best friend's wife Julie, her hostess for the weekend!

Janet's eyes almost boggled out of her head ... she knew that she
should leave, that she shouldn't watch but she just had to. She just
couldn't leave!

Bob lay tense on the ground with his desire-hardened penis pointed
straight up at the pale blue sky. Julie reached out with her hand and
began stroking him, sliding the loose outer flesh up and down in a
slow, magical rhythm that obviously delighted him no end. Then, she
slowly rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a
scant few inches from the throbbing head of his prick. She held it
tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms
in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate
hungrily in time to her maddening rhythm.

Her head dropped suddenly toward his hardness, and her tongue flicked
forward, the top boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on
the end. Bob sucked in his breath from the sudden unexpected contact.
Chills rippled along his back, bringing a groan from his lips. Julie
brought her roundly stretched mouth down all the way and enclosed the
whole of the smooth rubbery head in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips
tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping
it completely around the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

Bob mumbled and grunted something Janet wasn't able to make out but the
look on his face was unmistakable.

Julie adjusted herself so that she had better access to the bloated
instrument by kneeling between Bob's widespread legs. She massaged the
soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked
the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as
she began to suck rhythmically up and down. Bob could feel the softness
of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the
withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the
gland at the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised,
watching the top of her blonde head bobbing up and down below. The
sight of his hard, rhythmically throbbing penis sunk completely between
his friend's wife's wildly ovaled lips increased the sensation a
million times over. He felt as though the top of his head was about to
be blown off. Janet sure never did anything like this for him ... he'd
thought about it plenty of times ... but to have it happening like this
... out in the open with this beautiful woman! There seemed to be no
end to what she would do for him.

Julie's excited tongue was wrapping itself hotly and wetly around his
excitedly pulsing shaft, her mouth widening as though to bite him but
instead, shaping the hard edge of her teeth around the girth of his
penis in a tantalizing mixture of hardness and softness, her tongue
licking in a steady circle, tracing tiny electric jolts everywhere it
touched.

Bob's prick began throbbing wildly and Julie could feel his reaction
and began to suck him a little harder, letting her teeth trace small
white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface
of the skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without
disengaging her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between
his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them to her
palms, pulling her loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped
around and around the growing gland furiously until Bob began to groan
constantly as she took almost all of the rigidly quivering cock deep
into her hot, burning throat.

Janet was certain that Julie Spencer was going to choke to death but
still Julie continued the maddening sucking on and on. Janet seemed to
be in some of limbo state as if the two people on the ground just a few
feet away from her were complete strangers ... a movie perhaps ... but
certainly not her husband and her husband's best friend's wife. Oh God!
How could she do that, how could she put a man's prick into her mouth
... what a vile, disgusting act, thought Janet bitterly to herself and
yet she still had to watch ... she couldn't unglue her eyes from the
obscene spectacle.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in Bob's balls as he watched
Gary's wife's face working above his sweating loins. His prick pulled
almost completely out of her mouth and then plunged back in again to
the hilt. His balls slapped up obscenely against her chin and as she
continued her mouthing, she let his large penis slide in and out and
sucked hard on it until she could feel its heated friction against her
lips. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from
the side of her face as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The
muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from
the pressure as he arched his back up off the ground, pushing even
further between the moistness of her lips. Thin pink ridges of flesh
pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock.

Consumed by the ecstasy of her mouth, Bob leaned forward and took hold
of Julie's mouth with his hands, giving a loud grunt as he forced it
hard all the way down onto his stonelike hardness until Julie's large,
pouting lips were almost smashed flat against the roughness of his
pubic hair.

"NNNNnnnnngggg ..." he heard her gag and felt her trying to catch her
breath as the large, rubbery width of his cockhead forced the back of
her throat into an unnatural wideness. But still he held her head firm,
her smooth silken blonde hair slipping beneath his fingers, as with a
groan he began to buck his hips up into her face, forcing his overtaxed
and throbbing prick into the far, hidden recesses of her tonsils. He
suddenly became aware of the fact that once more their roles had been
reversed. Whereas she had been the aggressor, now he was the master of
the situation, fucking into her mouth as if it were his right! The
forbidden pleasure seemed to invade his body and capture him
completely, the pure licentiousness driving him crazy.

Julie's head was bobbing furiously up and down over his cock, working
hard at sucking him, her tongue swirling and licking wetly all around
the head and shaft, never stopping its lewd revolutions and he
controlled each thrust with his own hands. The flames licking at Bob's
loins sent wave after wave of multi-faceted lust sweeping throughout
this huge hulk of a body and his handsome features reflected the
depravity of what he was feeling.

"Suck it, baby ... suck it ... suck it ... suck it ... suck it ..." he
began chanting through his tightly clenched teeth as Julie's hands
slipped teasingly and possessively about his hairy balls massaging them
in a slow, hotly exciting rhythm as again and again her husband's
friend slammed roughly into her mouth. She began to suck at him even
more furiously, her full lips cushioning the smooth sensitive flesh of
the head from her teeth and nibbling warmly down to cover every inch of
the wetly thrusting pole of his rock-hard prick.

Julie was filled with a strange new feeling she had only begun to
experience with previous lovers when she had sucked their cocks, but
with Bob ... it was almost as good as being fucked. His strong hands on
her head made her feel as though her mouth was nothing but a wetly
clinging hole for his satisfaction and lust and a masochistic spark
deep inside her increased her lustful excitement. She could feel her
cuntal fluids wetting the narrow tunnel of her vagina and the cool
garden air grazing against the nakedly exposed pubic hairs that covered
her up between her legs.

Suddenly, Bob gasped. The moment was there and a low guttural growl
started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky
sperm begin its journey from the burgeoning depths of his balls, just
as Julie's tongue struck the burrowing swollen tip just right and her
lips clamped tight, and his hands grappled with her hair, pulling her
head down harder on it!

"SUCK IT!" he grunted loudly just as his lust inflamed prick began
spewing hot thick streams of molten cum deep into her desperately
sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she
greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She
went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white hot sperm farther and
farther into the waiting wetness of her hungrily accepting throat. His
hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of
his loins as he pushed his ejaculating penis all the way to flood hotly
against her naked tonsils.

"MMMMMMmmmmmm ..." she sighed, as he jerked his loins lewdly upward one
last time to empty the last of his searingly swirling cum deep into her
openly contracting belly.

"Oh My God!" groaned Julie as she struggled to swallow the final onrush
of his male cum. She loved it, every moment of it and she felt that she
could go on forever making love with Bob. She didn't want him to leave
her, she wanted him all the time as well as her husband Gary, she had
enough for both of them, she knew it!

* * *

Janet Howard suddenly came to her senses. Suddenly she realized that
she had been watching the most foul, obscene thing she'd ever seen in
her life and she'd been watching the act performed on her very own
husband. Suddenly she felt nauseous ... she had to leave, she had to
get out of the garden before they saw her, it would be too humiliating,
she just would die!

She stumbled away blindly and ran into the house, up into her bedroom
wher