Winston McElroy: The honeymoon couple

"Wait, Frank!" It was Gene Barber leaning down over him. "Don't shove your cock into her yet! She just loves to have her cunt sucked before she's fucked!"

"I can't wait, damn it!"

"Force yourself, then… and it'll be worth it!" Gene grinned, reminding himself, even as he spoke, to be sure to follow his own good advice… the next time he coupled with his wife.

"Okay, I'll try!" Frank couldn't help his grin, as he found a certain, wry humor in receiving operating instructions, as it were, from the husband of the woman he was just about to fuck. "I guess you know from experience?!"

"Yeah, you could say that!" Gene grinned back, as he straightened up and began to undress. Well… it looks like I'm going to have our host's wife all to myself! He glanced over at the couch to see Jim Harding seated beside Cheryl Paynter. Their tall host was talking earnestly to her. The great stud doesn't seem to be making much headway with her! It was a derisive thought, as he remembered how it was he, the sexual bumbler, who had already laid her, forgetting that it was only a fortunate accident, which had put him in the right place at the right time.

Jim was talking, but Cheryl was listening hardly at all. She couldn't keep her eyes off of what was happening in front of the fireplace. Her husband was crouching down, now, between Nancy Barber's long white, softly tapered thighs, his head thrust down there in the angle of them. The way Gene's wife's hips undulated, she knew what was happening, as her Frank's tongue licked and sucked at the other woman's widespread cunt. All too well, now, she knew what was happening, as she felt the smoldering fires of her own passion being blown into life and the moistness bedewing her down there between the fleshy lips of her vagina, pressed close together by her tightly clamped thighs. It was almost as though she could feel her husband's tantalizing mouth licking at her own aroused cunt-flesh… and God! How she wished it could be him!

Instead, it was Jim Harding who was talking in a low, sexy and seductive voice to her, his hand now on her knee and massaging upward above the hem of her dress, his hand warm and gentle, but still she was uncertain, unwilling to allow herself to unleash her sensual body to the uninhibited sexuality her host was suggesting.

"You're not kidding anybody," Jim husked into her ear. "Charlotte told me that you really turned on… and that our fat lawyer friend really gave it to you… but good!"

How could I forget! "I–I couldn't help myself! I didn't really want him to do it to me! Charlotte was… well, you know?"

"I know. Charlotte was sucking your cunt… and Gene just happened to be there, so he fucked you! Right?"

His language irritated her, and his direct approach rather frightened her, as well, for now his hand was there fondling the soft brown curling hair of her pubic mound, as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties. She resisted him mentally, but at the same time, she had a wild urge to spread her legs wide for his caressing hand… tell him to go ahead and do whatever he wanted to do. Cheryl picked up her half-finished martini and in two gulps downed it, feeling the warming effect of the alcohol as it went down.

"Yes!" she admitted. "But, I–I'm not that kind of woman, really! I love my husband!"

"I love my wife, too… just like I know she loves me… and I never doubt it for a moment!"

Cheryl's eyes had never left the quartet on the rug. Now, she saw that Gene Barber was finishing the removal of Charlotte's dress, revealing that she hadn't a stitch of underwear on under it. "Even when… she's…" Cheryl searched for a word to use. "When she's… involved with somebody else?"

"There's no involvement. It's just sex! Fucking for the fun of it!" There! She had forced herself to say that word again!

Jim was leaning across her, now, murmuring low and intimately, as he continued: "… And, then… when we're together, after we've gone with somebody else it's really something else. We're more turned on to each other than we ever were, before we started swinging!"

Still trying to see what was going on in front of the fireplace, Cheryl craned her neck to see over his shoulder that blocked her view. Gene, she saw, had his hand down between Charlotte's legs as he lay cuddled behind her, his finger rubbing erotically up and down the short length of her clitoris and he was kissing her neck and shoulders; meanwhile Jim's wife was still kissing Nancy, her hands massaging now, down over the flat white belly of the willowy body of Gene's wife. And, Frank was just moving up over Nancy, her svelte, smoothly tapered thighs spreading wide for him as he cradled himself between them.

With an unwarranted fascination, Cheryl watched, acutely aware that it was her husband, whose performance she observed. A stabbing pang of jealousy pierced her, as she saw Nancy's tiny, tapered hand go down to grasp and guide the fiery, blood-red head of his cock straight into the moistly glistening hole of her flowered-open cunt. Then, Frank's slim hips were flexing, driving the massive hardness of his cock deep into her receptive vagina. Looking right up her husband's muscular, hairy legs, she could see his semen-filled testicles hanging down, and the cruel stretching of the other woman's cuntal mouth around the great girth of his penis as it slid smoothly into her; then, as he thrust all the way into her, his balls swung up hard into the crevice between her flexing buttocks.

Cheryl couldn't watch anymore of it, as she wished fervently that it wasn't really happening… that it was all a bad dream that would go away, but even more she wished that it was she herself, who lay there on the bearskin rug accepting her husband Frank's desire-hardened penis deep into her own now needful vaginal sheath. Jim's hand had wormed its way down between her thighs as she had unconsciously relaxed them. Now, she clamped them tight, trapping his hand in the sensually singing flesh of her pussy.

"OOoohh!" she moaned, as his middle finger touched the erect and sensitive shaft of her clitoris. "Please… d-don't…!"

She leaned back against the couch, and her hands went down to pluck at his wrist, attempting to make him stop his unwanted seduction of her.

"Your clit's all nice and hard!" he breathed. "You're getting ready to be fucked… whether you want to or not. A woman's body doesn't lie, you know!"

God! She did know! That was the trouble. It was her body, more sensitive sexually than she had ever imagined it to be which had led her, first, to allow Charlotte to lead her into a lesbian embrace… And then Gene…!

Before she could protest further, Jim Harding was kissing her. The last thing she saw, just before his lips found hers and her eyes closed was Charlotte rolling to her side then reversing herself, quickly, her knees straddling Gene Barber's face and her full, sensuous lips ovalling to slip down over the bloated head of his penis. Her husband was up over Nancy, now, bracing himself on hands and knees, as he buffeted his massive, glistening rod of male-flesh in and out of her squirming cunt.

Cheryl knew then that it was all very real. It was all happening, and was about to happen to her, too, as she felt Jim's teasing tongue running around the tender, sensitive inner part of her lips, before she relaxed her jaw to allow it to burst lashingly deep into her mouth. Do you suppose it's really true… that Frank and I would be more loving… more turned onto each other if I–I were to… go ahead and d-do it?

Jim's hand was behind her busily zipping down the zipper at the back of her dress. She wanted to stop him, but she was powerless. Now she was kissing him back, her own tongue entwining with his, while below, her thighs, aching from holding them tightly clamped together, relaxed a little more, parting slightly and allowing his hand freer access to her rapidly stimulating pussy-flesh.