It was 5:30 Sunday morning and I had already been awake for at least half an hour. I had tried to get back to sleep but I was just too keyed up. Nancy, her long blonde hair obscuring the lovely features of her face in the pre dawn light, lay next to me sleeping peacefully. I slipped carefully out of bed so that I would not wake her and went downstairs to the kitchen.
I started a pot of coffee, then sat staring out the window toward the brightening sky in the east, while in my mind I kept asking myself, 'How did I let this happen? How could I put my marriage in jeopardy this way?' I had to admit that I had enjoyed myself the night before, but I didn't think it was worth the price I was going to have to pay this morning.
This whole thing started last Saturday night when my friend John suggested that we get together for dinner and a movie. That meant that we would all contribute something to the dinner and we would rent a movie. When we got to John's house he took me out to the garage to see the 69 Firebird he was restoring. While we were talking cars and drinking a beer Jill came out and said that she and Nancy would cook the dinner and clean up afterward if they got to choose the movie. John and I agreed to their terms and opened another beer.
For dinner we had T-bone steaks, baked potatoes and tossed salad. Along with dinner we polished off two bottles of an excellent red wine. After dinner John and I sat in the living room and started watching a baseball game while the girls cleaned the kitchen. When they finished cleaning up, the girls drove down to the video store for a movie.
When Nancy and Jill came back with the video, we waited for John to make a pitcher of whiskey sours in his blender, then all sat down together to watch the movie. The girls had rented 'The Ice Storm'. I guess they thought it would be a chick flick but I am not sure what I would call it. It was a quirky movie with some strange subplots. The thing I have to tell you about it is that there was a scene about a wife swapping party. The time period of the movie was the seventies, and it was the stereotypical swappers' party where the men all put their car keys in a bowl and the women drew keys to see who they were going to have sex with. That wasn't the climax of the movie, but it did became important to the four of us later in the evening.
When the movie was over we sat around drinking whiskey sours and discussing the many strange characters in the movie and how it ended. By then I had plenty to drink and was feeling no pain, and I think everyone else was pretty well smashed too.
It was at this point that John said, "What'd you think of that wife swapping party? You think anyone does that anymore?"
I said, "I doubt it. Not in this day and age."
Nancy said, "You really think not?"
I said, "It's too dangerous. You'd have to know the person you ended up with really well to feel safe, not to mention the person that your wife ended up with. There's no way you could know everyone at a party like that well enough to be comfortable about it. And your life is at stake if someone has AIDS."
Then John asked me, "Yeah, but if you had the chance to go to a party like that and did know that it was safe, no AIDS, no herpes, or anything like that, would you do it?"
I looked at my wife to see her reaction, but before I could see anything in her expression John interrupted me, "Don't look at her. I didn't ask what she would want to do. What would you want to do?"
Being that I had way too much to drink, I didn't really think about my answer. I just blurted out, "Well it's always been kind of a fantasy of mine to do something like that, but I don't think I could ever really go through with it."
Both women were looking at me like I just shit on the floor, and John was laughing his fool head off.
Next John turned to the women and asked, "Have either of you thought about swapping?"
I could tell John was ripped. He would never have asked a question like that otherwise.
Jill was the next to speak, "Actually, I have fantasized about it a couple of times after reading a story or seeing it in a movie like we did tonight. But it's only a fantasy, I would never really do it."
Then Nancy said, "Yes, I've thought about it, too, but I don't think I'd be able to go through with it, either."
I was just drunk enough to say perhaps the stupidest thing I have every said, even if I did only mean it as a joke. "Well, we're all friends, maybe we should try it together."
I laughed after I said it, and John was laughing with me, but I noticed that my wife didn't even smile.
John said, "Well, I am all for it, but I know you would never have the nerve to do it."
I should have known that John was baiting me by the way he said that. But in my less than lucid condition I challenged him right back.
"Don't underestimate me."
This time I didn't look at either of the women. I saw this as a point of honor.
John said, "All right, let's do it right now."
I said, "I don't think that would be a good idea. I think we have all had way too much to drink. It will have to be another time."
"Chickening out already?" John asked
I actually was trying to back out of the hole I had dug for myself, but I wasn't going to be called a chicken. "No, I am not backing out. Let's do this next week."
Then an idea came to me that I thought would give me some chance to get out of this.
I said, "Let's make a game of it. We will come over here next Saturday evening at seven o'clock. When we get here you and I will put slips of paper with our names on them in an envelope. The girls will each draw a slip from the envelope and the one who draws my name will leave with me. That sound okay to you?"
John agreed, then said, "How can you guarantee that you will go through with this?"
I said, "The same way you can. We will each put up $1000. If one of us doesn't go through with this he forfeits his money."
John thought for a minute, then said, "Done!"
About then I noticed that Nancy and Jill were both being very silent so I decided that we should probably go home. I knew I was going to be in trouble, but I was still drunk enough to think that this wasn't that big a deal. Boy was I wrong.
It started as soon as we got into the car. "How could you? Do you think I am some kind of whore you can just pass around? This is not going to happen, so you better call John tomorrow and end it."
The rest of the ride home was more of the same and it continued for an additional hour after we got home. Finally she let me go to sleep.
When I got up in the morning I was terribly hung over. My head hurt so bad I couldn't sit up and my stomach was so upset that I couldn't keep anything down. And all the while I was being nagged to call John. It wasn't until nearly three o'clock in the afternoon that I felt well enough to make the phone call.
After we exchanged greetings I said, "That was some little party we had last night. We were pretty drunk."
John agreed and said, "My head still hurts a little."
I asked, "How did it go after I left? You get any flack about the party we planned for next weekend?"
As John spoke I felt as if I was being punched in the stomach. "No flack here. We are both looking forward to Saturday. How about you, did you have any problems?"
I don't know why, but I lied, "No problems at this end."
John said, "Good, because I would hate to have to take your thousand dollars."
I said, "Don't worry, we'll be there." Then I hung up the phone.
When I turned around she was standing there with a stare that could kill a large animal, and I was the animal she wanted dead.
"I didn't hear you tell him that you weren't going to go through with this. What I heard you say was that we would be there Saturday. Why?"
I said, "I'm really sorry I got us into this, but I don't know how to get out of it yet without losing the $1000. I need time to figure something out. If I can't come up with anything we'll just have to sacrifice the money."
I looked down at my feet for a moment and when I looked up again she was gone.
For the rest of the week it was very quiet in our house. She wouldn't speak to me and I knew better than to try to start a conversation. I just wished that I knew what she was thinking. I was worried about losing the money, but I was more worried about losing her, so I was going to leave it up to her to do whatever she felt she had to do. I was hoping that she would at least let me know what she was thinking.
All day Saturday, still no conversation. Then finally at 5:30 that evening I found a note, addressed to me, on the kitchen counter. The note just said, "We can't afford to lose $1000. I'll be ready on time." There was no signature.
My wife is an attractive and sexy woman and I always enjoy watching as she gets dressed to go out, but this night the bedroom door was locked. I had to shower in the guest bath. By the time I finished my shower the bedroom was open and I was able to go in and get dressed. After I dressed I sat down on the bed for a moment to think about what was happening.
All week long, and up until I got the note, the only thing I could think about was how could I get out of this and not lose my money. But now that my wife said she would go along with it I realized that I didn't care about the money. Now all I could think about was that she might soon be having sex with John, and I couldn't really come to terms with that. The idea of leaving her with John for a night of sex was tying my stomach in a knot.
I was still thinking about this and suffering mental and physical distress when I heard a voice say, "It's time."
For a moment I thought the voice was in my head, then I realized it came from my wife who was waiting downstairs for me. When I got down there I saw she was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse with black stockings and black high heeled shoes. As I picked up my keys she put on a trench coat and went out to the car.
On the drive over to John's we didn't speak. When we pulled up in front of the house I said, "I don't want you to have to do this. Let me just pay him the money and we can forget the whole thing. I love you and I will make this up to you."
For a second I didn't think she was going to speak but she finally did. "I am going through with it to teach you a lesson. Next time you think of making any kind of a commitment that includes me you had better be sure I'm in agreement. Also, when this is over, you are going to give me the $1000, because I will have earned it. I intend to see to it that John has an exceptionally good time tonight."
I felt like she had just torn my heart out. Before I could recover she was out of the car and headed for the door.
John greeted us at the door, lead us to the living room, and offered us a drink. I declined. I wasn't sure I could hold one down. For a moment we all stood there feeling awkward. Jill and Nancy were standing next to each other, both beautiful in different ways. Jill is tall, with short brunette hair and a very nice body. Nancy is a little shorter than Jill with blonde hair that comes just past the shoulder and she also has a nice body. As I looked at the two of them I began to have mixed feelings. If we do end up swapping, I might at least be able to have a good time. If not, maybe I can start fixing the damage I had done to our marriage.
John broke the silence. "Well, shall we do it?"
With that he handed me a pencil and a piece of paper. As I wrote my name on my paper John did the same on another piece of paper. We each folded our slip of paper and put it in an envelope.
John held out the envelope to Nancy and said, "You draw first but don't look at the name yet."
Nancy slipped her fingers inside the envelope and drew out one of the pieces of paper and held it in her hand.
John held the envelope out to Jill and said, "Your turn."
Jill removed the remaining slip of paper and waited to be told what to do next.
John cleared his throat, which told me that he was probably as nervous as I was, but I wondered if it was for the same reason.
"Now, when I tell you to, open your slip of paper but don't say anything. Just come and stand beside your date for the night. Okay, you can look now."
Jill and Nancy opened their slips of paper and looked at each other, then Jill came over to me and gave me an open mouth kiss, but I was a little too nervous to fully appreciate it. When she broke off the kiss, Jill said good night and went and stood next to John.
Then Nancy kissed John and said good night, came and took me by the hand and we headed for the door.
As soon as we were in the car Nancy said, "Boy am I glad that's over," and she kissed me, then asked, "Are you all right?"
I said, "I will be," and I kissed her deeply. We sat there in the car necking like teenagers for about twenty minutes.
Finally I said, "We better leave," and started the car and headed for home.
When we got back to the house I fixed us both a drink, and as Nancy sat on the sofa I turned on some romantic music then joined her there.
I kissed her gently on the cheek and said, "I am really sorry I started this whole thing. I hope you know I was only joking about swapping when I said the four of us should do it, but before I knew what was happening John had me backed into a corner that I was too drunk to get myself out of it. I guess all's well that ends well."
Nancy kissed me and said, "I forgive you, and I expect Jill will forgive you, but I'm not sure if things are going to turn out the way John wanted."
I was feeling a lot better now. I got up and pulled Nancy to her feet and we started dancing to a Sinatra song. As we danced we kissed and ran our hands all over each other. I put both of my hands on Nancy's beautiful ass and pulled her against me. She responded by pressing against my crotch. Before long we started pulling each other's clothes off.
When I had Nancy stripped to her panties I sat her down on the sofa and I knelt on the floor between her knees. I reached up and took one breast in each hand and began to kiss her nipples, then gradually changed that so I was sucking the nipples into my mouth and working them with my tongue. Nancy sat back on the sofa and pushed her hips toward me and started moving her legs in and out.
I kissed my way down over her stomach to the top of her panties, then I bent down and put my mouth against the gusset of her panties right over her mound. I began suck her right through her panties. I had them soaking wet in less than a minute. When Nancy started humping her pussy against my mouth I pulled her panties off and went back down on her.
The taste of her juices was making me so hard I thought I was going to lose my load. I stood up and took Nancy by the hand and we went up to the bedroom. When we got to the bed Nancy told me to lie on my back and then she went down on my cock. Her mouth felt so good and I was so horny that I only lasted a minute.
I yelled, "I'm cumming," but Nancy just kept sucking and when I started to ejaculate some of it ran down my shaft and some she swallowed.
I knew it would take me a little while to recover so I went down and made us another drink and brought it upstairs. We sat and talked while we drank.
When we finished our drinks, Nancy crawled on top of me and started kissing my chest and sucking my nipples. She continued moving down over my stomach and down to my cock. I was still limp but when Nancy started working on my cock with her lips and tongue she soon had me stiff again. When she had me completely erect she moved up so she could sit on my upper thighs and get my cock inside her pussy.
Nancy bounced up and down on me until she had an orgasm, then I pulled her around into a 69 position and we gave each other oral pleasure for quite a while. After Nancy had another orgasm, I got between her legs and slipped my cock into her hot pussy and began slowly stroking us both to one more orgasm. After I came we held each other until we both fell asleep.
So here I am sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee at six o'clock Sunday morning. I had just started my second cup when I heard a thump on the front door that meant the newspaper had been delivered. So I got the paper and sat reading until I heard Nancy in the shower. I thought about going up to join her in the shower but decided against it. I just wasn't feeling good about myself yet.
Nancy came downstairs with a towel wrapped around her body and retrieved her clothes from the living room, then disappeared upstairs again. When she came back down she was dressed. I fixed breakfast for us, then we just sat quietly reading the newspaper.
After a while Nancy asked me if I was all right.
"I guess I'm still not comfortable about all this."
Nancy said, "Well, get over it or it will drive you nuts."
It was ten o'clock when I heard the sound of a car in the driveway. By the time I got to the door I could see Jill and John walking up the steps together. Even though it was a warm morning, Jill was wearing the trench coat she had on last night. As I opened the door for them I noticed she had a small plastic bag under her arm.
We all exchanged greetings, and after a few awkward moments Nancy and John left. When John's car was out of the driveway I asked Jill if she was all right.
Instead of answering me she tossed the plastic bag on the sofa and then let the trench coat slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor. It took me a few seconds to comprehend what I was seeing. Jill was standing in front of me wearing a black satin bra and matching panties, a black garter belt with black stockings and black high heel shoes, and nothing else.
My first reaction was that she looked really sexy, but then it hit me that she had dressed this way for John and not me.
The second impact came when I looked more closely. Her neck was covered with hickeys. Her breasts were sitting in her bra like she had put it on in a hurry and didn't care how it looked. More red marks on her belly. Then the thing that brought it all home for me. The gusset of her panties appeared to be wet, and there were spots on her panties that looked like dried cum. The tops of her stockings also appeared to have dried cum on them.
Jill gave me a strange smile, held her arms out to her side palms up, and asked, "Do you like what you see?"
Before I could respond, Jill turned to go upstairs. As she started up the stairs I noticed that the back of her panties was also wet. When she was half way up the stairs Jill turned to me and asked, "Are you coming?"
I quickly followed her upstairs. Once in the bedroom Jill looked at the unmade bed, then at me. I didn't know what to expect next. Jill walked over to me and put her hands behind my head, pulled me to her, and gave me a deep tongue kiss.
When she broke off the kiss she pulled away and asked, "Did you like that?"
I nodded yes.
Then Jill said, "Good. On the way home in the car I was sucking on John's cock. I didn't take it out of my mouth until we pulled into the driveway."
I could see she wanted to hurt me but for some reason it was making me horny. Jill kissed me again and while she did she took my hand and guided it inside her panties. Her pussy was a mess. The hair was all sticky and I could feel cum leaking out of her slit.
Jill said, "Feel good? John fucked me this morning just before we headed over here. That's why I don't have my clothes on. He also had his cock in my ass and he came inside there too. What do you think of your whore wife now?"
I picked Jill up and carried her to the bed and dropped her on it. Then I pulled her panties off and quickly got out of my clothes.
As I pushed my hard cock inside Jill's pussy I told her, "I love my beautiful wife and I will never do anything like this to you again."
Then I kissed her deeply as I began stroking my cock in and out of Jill's cum filled hole. I was so hot. I started ramming in and out as fast as I could. I could tell Jill liked what I was doing by the little sounds she was making. Jill had an orgasm just before I let loose with my load inside her.
Afterward, as we were lying next to each other resting, Jill said, "Actually, I would like to do this again."
I was shocked.
Trying to cover, I said, "You mean, us make love like we just did, or ...?"
"No," she said very calmly, "I mean what we did last night."
"I don't get it, I thought you were just trying to teach me a lesson."
"I was, but I guess I learned a lesson myself. Being with John was very exciting. I really liked it."
"And now you want to do it again?"
She nodded, "But don't get me wrong. It's just the thrill of something different, something forbidden. You're the one I love, and always want to make love to. With John it was just sex."
I spent some time trying to digest that and finally came out with, "I still can't believe you want to do it again."
"Well, I do. But we don't have to if you and Nancy didn't, you know, ... didn't click together."
"Oh, we clicked, all right," I grinned, "but it didn't feel exactly right to me."
"You just have to think of it the way John and I did. We weren't making love, we were just making each other cum. So how did Nancy react to the whole thing?"
"She really surprised me, like she just took it in stride."
"So it sounds like we can do it again. Oh, I do hope so. Let's invite John and Nancy over for dinner next Saturday and see what happens."
"Well, maybe," I said, a bit dubiously, "at least let's think about it."
By now it was getting close to noon, and Jill and I both had a bunch of things we needed to do around the house before the weekend was over. My chores kept me busy in the yard and garage, while hers were inside the house, so we didn't see much of each other until dinner time. But right after we ate she started coming on to me.
"I hope you don't mind," she said, "if I leave the dishes until later. Right now I've got something else on my mind."
The way she started rubbing her breasts and crotch against me left no doubt as to what that "something else" might be. We didn't bother going upstairs this time. I dragged her to the living room sofa, and had her blouse unbuttoned in a flash. I started kissing and biting her bra as she unbuttoned my shirt.
She quickly lost patience with the buttons, and simply ripped my shirt open, letting the buttons fly. She yanked it off me, and started kissing her way down my chest. Meanwhile her hands were working frantically at my belt, pants button, and zipper. I swear she must have had me stripped in five seconds flat.
As soon as she had my cock exposed she started kissing and licking it, and once she had me out of my pants she shifted to sucking. Then she did the damnedest thing; she started growling. She was growling deep in her throat while still sucking on my cock. The sound was being transmitted directly into my rod, which seemed to be vibrating like it was a bass guitar string. I let out a bloodcurdling scream, and started humping into her mouth a mile a minute.
She suddenly pulled away, leaving me humping the air, but I couldn't stop. She just lay back on the sofa, pulled her knees up to her chest, and shoved her pants down off her ass. Her panties went down at the same time, and I caught a glimpse of two purple, engorged, pussy lips, with her inner cunt lips poking out between them.
It was only a brief glimpse, though, because my jerking rod headed straight there like a magnet. It plunged hard into that slimy hole, bottoming out in a single stroke. One shove was all it took, and I was cumming like a fire hose. She was screaming too, and I felt her cunt milking me for all it could get.
I don't know how long that went on, but finally my heartbeat slowed and my brain re-engaged. I could feel the rough material of her jeans rubbing against my belly, and realized that she still had her clothes wrapped around her thighs. She even had her bra still on. I had never fucked her with her bra on! Sucking her tits has always been a part of our ritual, and something she always seemed to need to get ready for the big event. Not tonight, obviously!
I opened my eyes and looked down at her face, still a mask of passion. But gradually I saw the muscles relax, and eventually she opened her eyes and looked up at me.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, "that was something else."
"You better believe it," I agreed, "I have never come like that!"
I saw a twisted sexy smile cross her face. "Think you might be up for seconds? I sure wouldn't mind another round."
I started to say, 'no way,' but realized with a shock that I was still inside her, and apparently still fairly firm. I tried pumping a bit to check, and yep, I was definitely still all there.
My tentative movements brought a much stronger reaction from her. "Oh, YES, oh, baby, DO it baby, DO it!"
"Maybe I can, at that, but first let's get you properly undressed."
I pulled out and she straightened her legs, allowing me to push her jeans and panties down and off. Then she raised her head and back enough to reach back and unhook her bra. I grabbed it and pulled it off her arms, tossing it on the floor with the rest of our clothes.
She started massaging her breasts and whispered, "kiss me, please, kiss my tits."
Now we were back on familiar lovemaking territory, and I was soon taking turns sucking them while my fingers played with her clit. Almost immediately she started humping wildly against my fingers, and making a wailing sound.
Every so often she'd break off the wail and say in a shaky voice, "I want it, I want it, FUCK me, FUCK me, FUCK me!"
I must say this had an amazingly rejuvenating effect on me, and before long my cock was so hard it was painful. Needless to say, the next time she repeated her plea she got what she wanted. Not that I came in one shove this time, even though she did. I knew it would take me a while, and I settled in for a long crescendo. She didn't seem to mind that, and in fact she came once again while I was working my way up. I stopped to let her recover, then started building again. It may have taken me ten or fifteen minutes altogether, but I did finally hit my peak again. It wasn't as mind blowing as the first time, but it was definitely satisfying.
We settled down after that, and even watched TV for a while, but by nine o'clock we were pawing at each other again and Jill said she thought it was time to go upstairs. By the time we got to the top of the stairs I realized that I really stunk, and Jill had cum running down both of her legs from our earlier action, so we decided that showers were the first order of business.
She insisted we shower together, and I had no objection to that idea. I watched her scrub her pussy, and that was enough to give me a new hardon. Her scrubbing turned into ramming three fingers up her cunt, and she leaned against the wall of the shower, moaning.
"Kiss me, kiss my tits," she gasped, and the moans crescendoed into screeches as I complied.
"Now fuck me with your fingers," she demanded, yanking her own fingers out of her cunt, grabbing my wrist, and pulling it where she needed it.
A minute or so of that, combined with her own frantic pawing of her clit, was all it took to send her over the edge again. She shuddered violently for a while, then slid to the floor.
"Honey, are you OK?"
"Oh, yeah, that was a good one. Turn off the water, baby, let's get dried off and into the bed. I seem to remember we had something planned for when we got there."
My plans were pretty indefinite, but it turned out she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She shoved me down on my back with my legs off the end of the bed, and climbed on top of me with the sort of roar I would imagine a starving lioness would make. She grabbed my cock, pointed it in the right direction, and slammed her pussy onto it.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she grunted, as she pounded against me.
"AhhhHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, and her pulsing cunt muscles told my cock she was doing it again.
I wasn't quite there yet myself, but I was fucking close, and I was not going to be denied. While she was still shuddering, I rolled us over violently without losing the connection, and now it was my turn to start pounding. I have no idea how long that went on, but it couldn't have been very long until the dam burst and I was firing cum shot after cum shot after cum shot directly into her cervix. Well, I didn't actually realize where I was firing until it was pretty much over, at which point I could feel her little pucker deep inside nibbling on the tip of my cock.
Yes, nibbling. I had never felt anything like that before, and it drove me to give her two more blasts after I thought I was completely drained. Then my arms gave out, and my weight crashed on her chest.
After I finally got my breath back I managed to push myself up a bit, and panted, "WOW! You are one hot chick!"
Jill giggled and said, "Would you believe I still feel horny? Do you see what kind of a whore wife you turned me into last night? Tell me, do you like me this way?"
"Oh, god, YES!"
"Then you'd better start making up your mind about next weekend. I may be able to keep going like this all week with you, but by Saturday I think I'm going to need John to recharge my batteries."
Those words kept going over and over in my head as we fell asleep. Naturally that led to some really wild dreams. I was watching John fuck Jill; then John and I were both fucking Jill; then suddenly it was Nancy there that we were fucking. I woke up with a hard-on that wouldn't stop and I was pounding it against Jill's thigh. That woke her up, and she pulled me on top of her. No preliminaries this time, just hard sex as I started ramming into her. Actually, it was all still mixed up with my dream, and I was still dreaming that I was fucking Nancy. The thought of that made me so hot that I started cumming almost immediately.
That really woke me up and I realized what I'd done. "Sorry, hon," I mumbled, "I was half asleep and having a wild dream, and I didn't realize what I was doing."
"It's OK," she reassured me, "I was really enjoying it, but I didn't get there as fast as you did. Do you suppose you could help me go the rest of the way?"
"Of course, babe, I owe you that. What would you like me to do?"
"Just use your fingers down here," she plead, pulling my hand to her slimy pussy.
What a relief. I was afraid she was going to ask me to eat her out, and I think I would have gagged. Not that I have any qualms in general about oral sex, in fact I usually love to do it, but that's before we fuck, not after, if you get my drift.
Well anyway, she started pumping her pelvis up and down as I slid two fingers back and forth in her slit. When I moved my thumb up and tapped the side of her clit she jerked and grunted, so I repeated that several times, getting a big reaction each time. I decided to try grabbing it between my thumb and middle finger, and that set her to wailing.
"Enough! Enough!" she finally sobbed, "shove your fingers up my cunt."
That had her jerking and moaning and clawing at my back.
After a bit she managed to get out, "Oh, YES! Oh, YES! MORE! MORE! Another finger, PLEASE!"
She was totally out of control by now, and I could barely understand her words as she screamed, "MORE!! MORE!! ANOTHER!! ANOTHER!!"
I was now pumping three fingers as deeply as I could into her fuck hole and she seemed to be in a continual state of climax.
Finally, in a guttural voice, she uttered the three words I will never forget, "YEEESSS, JOHN, NOWWW!!!"
Shocked, I stopped moving my fingers, leaving them shoved deeply up inside her. I could feel her clenching them over and over again. I swear that must have gone on for several minutes, her body rigid but her cunt convulsing like it would never stop. Finally she heaved a great sigh and her body went limp. As I pulled my fingers out I wondered what I should say.
I didn't have to think about it long. Guiltily I remembered what I had been thinking about when I came so fast inside her. Obviously I couldn't say anything. Neither of us said a word. We just kissed and went back to sleep.
By morning I had a hard-on again, and she was obviously horny, too. It was Monday, and we were usually rushing too much for sex, but this time I decided "what the hell, I can be late once." I took my time and made sure it was as good for her as it was for me. And it was good, but in a "making love" kind of way, not like a "raw sex" experience. It was only when it was all over and we were lying together still joined that her words came back to me: "YEEESSS, JOHN, NOWWW!!!"
At that point I pulled out of her, gave her a perfunctory kiss, and got up. I kept wondering which of her two lovers she had been thinking about when she came that morning.
That evening on the way home from the office I realized that Jill and I had fucked six times in a period of less than 24 hours. The last time we did that was on our honeymoon. It gave me a whole new perspective on last Saturday night. I wondered what the evening would bring.
What it brought was even steamier than the day before. Jill met me at the door wearing a robe. The instant I had pushed the door closed behind me she opened the robe and let it slip to the floor. She was standing there in front of me totally naked, but not for long. She dropped to her knees and started tearing at my belt and pants. She had dropped my trousers and shorts to the floor in three seconds flat.
Believe it or not I was already at half mast and climbing fast. She grabbed my pecker with both hands and started sucking it greedily. Her breasts were slapping against my thighs and I don't know how she did it, but she managed to pull one of my legs forward between her thighs. In seconds she was pounding her steaming twat against my shin.
Suddenly she pulled her mouth away from my cock, wrapped her arms around my waist, and jerked backward. We both lost our balance and landed on the floor with me on top.
"Fuck me! FUCK me!! FUCK ME!!!" she screamed.
I was already searching for the hole, and it didn't take long to find. I rammed into her, just once, and she was gone. I could feel her cunt doing its damnedest to milk my cream. I wasn't there myself yet, so I just kept it shoved deep inside her while her orgasm played out.
Once she had calmed down a bit I decided it was my turn, and I started pounding into her. I don't think I had ever been so horny before, and I wasn't the only one. It didn't take me long to cum, but she hit her second climax at just about the time I hit mine.
When I got my breath back I said, "Jill, baby, that was fantastic! I sure hope you've fixed a good dinner for me, because I've got a feeling I may need all the energy I can get to make it through the evening."
"I've got a feeling you're right, she agreed, "and don't forget that after the evening is over you've still got the night ahead of you."
I groaned at that, and started pumping into her again. But my iron rod had turned into a soft rubber hose, and it popped out almost immediately.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be Superman," she laughed, "let's get some nourishment into you and then see what you can do."
Frankly, I think I turned in a fairly decent Superman imitation that night. We fucked right after dinner, and she came twice before I hit my climax. Then we watched the news and a couple of sitcoms, except that she was sucking me hard during most of the second one instead of watching. This time she came three times, right there on the couch, and when it was over I told her I thought I was done in for the night.
"Like hell you are," she informed me, and proceeded to prove it when we got into bed. Oh, MAN, could that woman fuck. And to think we'd been married five years and I had no idea. I started drifted off with a blissful smile on my face.
Just as I was almost asleep, Jill sat up in bed. "Oh, god, it's only Monday. That means it's still ...," I could hear her going through the days of the week under her breath, "FIVE DAYS until Saturday. I don't see how I can possibly wait that long to be with John again."
"Don't worry, babe," I managed to mumble, "I'll do my damnedest to keep you satisfied."
She woke me in the middle of the night, pumping my cock with her hand and pounding her pussy against my leg. I started to roll over onto her, but she stopped me.
"Take me from behind," she whispered, getting to her knees with her ass in the air.
She'd already gotten my cock hard, so I climbed on her back, found her juicy cunt, and plowed in.
After we'd fucked that way for a couple of minutes, she said, "now pull it out and shove it up my ass."
"WHAT?" I said horrified. I'd never done that before, not with her, not with anybody.
"Do it, please, I need it so bad."
"I don't know if I can."
"Yes you can, just DO it, damn it!"
So I did it, and it was tight, but it went in.
I had no sooner gotten it in than she sobbed, "Oh god, yes! Yes! YES! YES! YES, YES, YES, YES-YES-YES YE-YE-YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!"
I hadn't come, but she seemed to be satisfied and was falling asleep. So I pulled out of her, slipped out of the bed, and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.
I wasn't a bit surprised when she woke me in the morning demanding more sex. This time she sucked me for a minute or two to stiffen up my usual morning hard-on. then she climbed on top of me, straddling my crotch, and rubbed the side of my cock up and down her well-greased slit. But it wasn't long before she reached down, positioned me, and sank down onto my shaft with a long sigh.
The sigh turned into a series of little sobs as she started jerking back and forth on top of me. The sobs turned into desperate cries.
"I want it. I want it.
"I need it. I need it.
"I HAVE to HAVE it. I HAVE to.
"OH GOD! I CAN'T STAND IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!
"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM! GIVE IT TO ME ... EVERYWHERE!"
At that she screeched and fell on top of me, clawing my back and arms. Man! that must have been one major cum for her, even though she hadn't given me time to get there myself.
As she finally calmed down I realized she was crying.
"What's wrong, Jill, what's wrong?"
"N..n..nothing. It's just all so good. And to think I'll be alone all day. I can't wait for tonight."
"So, how about if I do some more right now, something more you'll have to remember me by, and a promise for tonight."
"Oh, yes. Please!"
I was quite late leaving for the office, but totally satisfied.
On my way home from work that night I nearly came in my pants just thinking about what was going to greet me when I opened the door. But when I did open it ... nothing. Jill was nowhere in sight. I thought she might be waiting for me upstairs in the bedroom, but she wasn't. Nor was she in the bathroom, getting ready for me. I was puzzled, but more than that, I was terribly let down. I had become so addicted to the last two days of wild sex that I couldn't bear the thought of her not being there.
I finally went down to the kitchen to get a beer, and saw the note.
'I won't be home til very late tonight. Fix yourself a TV dinner.'
I stared at the note for a long time, trying to understand what it
meant, until finally a horrible suspicion began to creep into my
thoughts. Once I had allowed the suspicion in, my brain helpfully
reminded me of her words last night:
"I don't see how I can possibly wait that long to be with John again."
And this morning:
"I'll be alone all day. I can't wait for tonight."
I had to know the truth, and I called John's house. 'Please let him be there,' I thought as the phone rang. But it was Nancy who answered.
"Oh, hi, Nancy," I said, trying to sound natural, "could I speak to John?"
"I'm sorry, but he's not here. He called from the office and said he wouldn't be home until very late."
The weight in the pit of my stomach got much larger and harder, and I felt like I was about to cry.
"Oh, no, Nancy! We have a problem."
"What kind of a problem? Where's Jill?"
"She left a note," I said ominously, "saying she wouldn't be home until very late."
I waited out the long silence that followed. Finally she said, "Well, most problems have solutions, and I think I have a very interesting solution for this problem."
There was another brief pause before she added, "So, ... your place or mine?"