Winston McElroy: The honeymoon couple

Gene saw her green eyes flash darts of anger at him, but he persisted, "It is though! As a husband, I've got a right to know where you are… and I made it my business to find out!"

"Well, master snoop… what did you find out?"

"That you were with Jim and Charlotte Harding… in their bedroom!" he growled. "… And, it sure as hell wasn't pattycake you were playing in there!"

"That's an assumption… purely circumstantial, Mr. Counselor!"

"Do you want me to take pictures, next time?" he croaked.

"You wouldn't!?"

"I might!"

"To hell with you, darling!" Nancy leaned forward and kicked her horse into a trot.

Gene grabbed the cheek strap of her horse's bridle and stopped her, growling, "We're going to talk, Nancy, whether you like it or not! I know why the Goodwins left. I heard them talking to Jim Harding, and they were laying it right on the line! They didn't like what was going on… and what was going on involved you and the Hardings!"

"Pure hearsay!" she shot back.

"Maybe… but they knew about it. The Paynters probably didn't miss it either… so don't try to tell me you weren't with them getting your ass fucked off… by both of them!"

"So what if I was!?"

"It's going to stop!"

"Why don't you try stopping the wind, instead… darling!" Nancy said icily. "Now let go of my horse!"

"No! We're going to settle this!"

Nancy looked up the hill through the snow-covered scrub and said, "Cheryl and Jonothan are coming back this way."

Looking in the direction she pointed, he spotted the two dark figures riding toward them in the light snowfall. "We should head back before this snow gets any worse," Gene told her, then as an afterthought, he went on, "… And, I'd bet almost anything that Frank Paynter left and rode back to the lodge for only one reason!"

"He said that he wasn't feeling well…"

"Like crap! He went back there to lay our host's wife… and Cheryl's too damned stupid or blind to see through it!"

"You'd like to lay her, too… wouldn't you?" Nancy challenged.

"Yeah… maybe I would! Maybe that's what I should do… start trying to lay every broad I can… just like you've been doing with almost anything that wears pants!"

"Or panties!"

"And, that's another thing!"

"Not so loud, dear!" she cautioned. "They're almost here!"

"I suppose she's next?"

"Who?"

"Cheryl!"

"Sure! Why not!"

"… And, her husband, too?"

"He's nice! I could go for him!"

"You're a little bitch!"

She ignored his insult, retorting, "… But, I'm having the time of my life!"

"You could get V.D… or get knocked-up!"

"Is that what worries you? Really? Well… I'm careful… and selective!" Nancy told him, then asked, "Is that's what's holding you back?"

"Well…"

"If that means yes, you can stop worrying! Charlotte's clean… and I'd guess that Cheryl is too…! So, why don't you have some fun! We could have a nice little foursome with the Hardings… or you could try to make it with Cheryl! Wouldn't you just love to lay her? Tell me the truth!"

"The truth is… I'd rather fuck you… any day!"

"Damn it, Gene, I've been trying to tell you that one man can't satisfy me any more!"

"Did I ever…?"

Ignoring his loaded question, Nancy hissed, "They're almost here! Do you, want my permission? If you do… You can do anything you want to do with either Cheryl or Charlotte… or any other woman, you take a fancy to… but I'm not going to stop what I'm doing!"

Then, they both turned, wearing bright, hypocritical smiles for Cheryl Paynter, as she arrived, riding at the side of Jonothan Longwalk.

"Hi Nancy… Gene… anything wrong?" Cheryl asked.

"No, not really…" Nancy was vague.

"We were just talking… about turning back; this snow worries me… and it's getting worse, don't you think?" Gene was talking to Cheryl but including the impassive guide.

"That's just what Jonothan was saying, too!" Cheryl volunteered.

"That is right! We will return to the lodge, now," Jonothan reined his horse around them to lead the way.

Unhesitatingly, Cheryl urged her own horse forward to ride beside Jonothan, who sat erectly in his saddle, eyes ahead, seemingly unaware of the woman, who rode beside him.

"Maybe, you'd like to tell Mr. and Mrs. Barber that story you were telling me…?" Cheryl suggested brightly to him.

"It is a long story. They might not like it."

"Then you won't tell them?"

"Later, when we are resting at the lodge, maybe…"

He lapsed into silence and there were only the sounds of creaking saddle leathers and the soft squish of the horse's hooves in the new-fallen, wet snow. As they rode along in silence, Cheryl would have been surprised, had she known Jonothan's thoughts, seething in his mind and hidden from her behind his impassive mask.

Snuggled down between the sheets, their bodies plastered together, two pairs of hands roaming exploringly, sensually, Charlotte Harding and Frank Paynter enjoyed the intimate closeness, and as her hand slid down between them after a few minutes to find the half-aroused shaft of his cock, springing back to vibrant erection, she murmured, "See, that didn't take long at all!"

She threw her top leg over his hip and guided the throbbing head of his cock to her fully aroused pussy, pressuring the rigid corona up through her hair-fringed cuntal slit, until it rested directly on her clitoris; then, using her fingers she drummed it rapidly back and forth. It was stimulating for both of them, and he felt his penis grow by leaps and bounds to full-blown erection, stiff and hard, ready for action again.

Reaching down over her hip, his hand came up into the angle of her thighs from the back, his fingers searching in the moistly seeping furrow of her cunt until he found the tiny opening of her vagina. Slowly, he inserted his middle finger up into it, feeling its warm smoothness bedewed with the heated moisture of her passion. Twirlingly, he rotated his finger around and around, just inside the tender opening, changing after a moment or two to a straight in and out fucking movement. Then she was moving seductively against him, and he added a second finger to the first sawing lewdly up between her legs. For several moments, as their mouths meshed in a deep kiss, he stimulated her with intense eroticism.

Finally, Charlotte pulled back away from him to break the deep communion of their open-mouthed kiss to gasp, "God, Frank, a finger-fuck isn't all that much! Are you just about ready to go again…?"

"Yeah! Can't you tell?"

Appreciatively, she slid her hand up and down the turgid length of new newly resurrected shaft and cooed, "Yes, I can tell. It's just as hard and long as it was awhile ago!" With a sure movement, she slipped it up through the moist cleft of her trembling pussy to the flowered-open mouth of her cunt, where she guided the wildly throbbing head into the narrow warmth of her vagina, then moving in closer to him, she captured his penis there. Now, however, she was not moving. It was only the soft wet interior of her cuntal sheath that moved as her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed tight around him, alternately milking and relaxing around his massively swollen cock. It was a sexy feeling, new and different than anything he had ever felt, and involuntarily his long thick penis jerked and expanded out against the smooth warm walls of her vagina, and she answered it with yet another contraction.

"Keep it up now, Frank! You expand… and I'll contract!"

He understood then; it wasn't an accident. She was actually controlling those delicious, sensation-producing milkings of his cock. Readily, he joined her, lying perfectly still, while all those crazily stimulating things were going on there deep inside her vaginal sheath.