David Crane: The wife_s wild ass

Caroline frowned, puzzled.

"What good would that be?" she asked.

Darleen gave a little giggle and fluttered her eyelashes. She said, "Well, if the guy couldn't get a hard on, then I wouldn't be able to cheat on my husband, right? No matter how hot and horny I got, this guy couldn't screw me."

"Yeah, but what's the point in that?"

"Why, I'd make him eat me out!" Darleen said, sounding heartily enthusiastic about the idea.

"Darleen! How naughty of you!"

"Well, it's a pretty good idea, at that," Darleen persisted. "I mean, getting some head off a guy ain't like fucking him. It ain't committing adultery or anything, it's just fooling around. Like at a party, when everybody's a little tipsy and you let some guy cop a feel of tit, or give him a juicy kiss, you know? It's harmless enough, as long as they don't go sticking a prick in you."

"I never thought of that," Caroline said.

"It seems like a damned good idea!"

"The trouble is how can you tell, beforehand, if a guy is impotent? You can't put an ad in the fucking newspaper for a eunuch. And if you leveled with some man, told him what you wanted – well, he might lie. He might pretend he was impotent and then when he got your pussy tongued up nice and hot and creamy – wham! He slams his hard cock up it!"

"Yeah, that's true," Caroline agreed. "As long as a guy's got a prick, he's dangerous."

She reached for the gin bottle once more.

As she leaned forward, one fat tit slipped out of her halter and flopped free. She giggled and started to tuck it back. Then she saw that Darleen was staring at her, staring at her bare tit. Caroline had her hand cupped under the tit globe but, for some reason, she did not push it back out of sight. It was strangely exciting to feel her friend staring at her tit. It was as if Darleen's gaze was caressing her physically. It made her feel warm and wanted. Instead of tucking her tit away, she held it out.

Her nipple had stiffened, standing out like a little rocketship ready to be launched.

"Gee – you have great tits," Darleen whispered.

"I – why, thank you," stammered Caroline.

Darleen raised one eyebrow, lifting her gaze from Caroline's tit to her face, speculatively.

"I used to look at the girls in gym class," Darleen said. "In the locker room and the showers. I never had very big titties, myself, and I used to envy them so much. And sometimes I used to wonder what it would be like to touch them or to kiss them."

Caroline was holding her breath.

What was Darleen getting at?

For some reason, Caroline had a sudden remembrance of the time that she had tried to go down on herself. How she had wanted to eat her own cunt – and not just because it would make her cunt feel so good, either, but because she was curious to see what it would be like to tongue a cunt. Not just her own cunt but any cunt. What would a pussy feel like and taste like? Best of all would be the thrill she would have when a cunt creamed and she knew she had brought it to the peak of sensation and the foaming pussy nectar came bubbling onto her tongue and over her lips.

Caroline shuddered and forced that thought from her fevered mind.

Surely she had misunderstood her friend's interest, her intentions, the hint in her voice and the glow in her eyes. Caroline told herself to be careful. She must not do or say anything that she might regret, anything that might prove embarrassing.

Caroline and Darleen were gazing into each other's eyes across the table now. Caroline's tit was still cupped in her hand. She suddenly realized that she was moving the edge of her thumb back and forth over the nipple, causing it to expand and tighten and tingle. She forced herself to stop the self-caress.

Darleen's voice was quavering when she spoke.

"You know what we were just talking about – about how you couldn't trust a man to eat your pussy out without fucking you, too?" she whispered, her tone uncertain but hopeful, her gaze challenging.

My God! thought Caroline.

She nodded.

She was concentrating on Darleen now. Her thumb had begun to rub her nipple again, although she wasn't aware of it. It was an automatic action when she had a handful of tit.

"But you could trust a woman," said Darleen.

"What – what are you thinking of?" gasped Caroline, although by this time she knew damned well what Darleen was getting at. Darleen didn't reply for a moment.

They gazed across the gin bottle. Without the uninhibiting nature of that gin, neither of them would have ever gotten around to this nor even have realized they wanted to get around to such a thing.

"We could suck each other off, if you want to," said Darleen.

Caroline was not totally surprised to realize that that was, indeed, just what she wanted to do.

After she made the suggestion, Darleen dropped her gaze demurely and blushed a rosy pink. After a moment she gazed up through her lowered lashes to see how Caroline had taken the suggestion. Caroline looked a bit bemused, but not at all shocked or disgusted or angry. And she was smiling slightly.

"Have you – ever – with a girl?" Caroline asked.

Darleen shook her head. "No. Never," she whispered. "But I've thought about it a lot – like when I told you, in school and – and later, Caroline. I've thought about doing things with you."

The girl blushed more deeply at that confession.

Suspense seemed to surround them like a cloud – like a genie that had risen out of that gin bottle.

"If-if you don't…" Darleen stammered, discomforted by Caroline's failure to respond, wondering if she had made a terrible mistake by making such a suggestion, a mistake that would destroy their friendship and leave them uncomfortable together in the future.

It was true enough that Darleen had often wondered what it would be like to go to bed with her sexy blonde friend, and that she had frequently imagined it when she was giving herself a handjob, but she had never for a moment expected it to really take place. She never thought she would get up the nerve to admit that she wanted such a perverted affair. It was the gin, of course, compounding the fact that her husband was not giving her enough. But if Caroline were to turn her down now, Darleen thought she would just die.

But then Caroline put her out of her misery.

"I never have, either," she said. "But I wouldn't mind."

"Ooooh!" squealed Darleen.

She leaned across the table. Caroline was still holding her plump tit cupped in her hands and the tit drew Darleen like a magnet. She kissed the stiffened tip, then slurped it into her lips and began to suck greedily on the taut tip.

Caroline began to tremble.

She stroked Darleen's head as Darleen sucked on her nipple.

Darleen was purring and whimpering as she savored her first mouthful of tit – a thing she had long desired but never figured that she would ever get to enjoy. She nursed hungrily on the fat nugget. Caroline smiled with the pleasure of it. She was slightly amazed that this was happening. It had never dawned on her that Darleen might want to do these things. After all, they were both married women, both obviously heterosexual. It was hard to imagine why they should desire deviate pleasures, yet that desire was most definite.

"Let's go inside," Caroline whispered. "Let's go to bed."

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

They rose. They were both uncertain and shy, yet determined. Darleen slipped her hand into Caroline's timidly and Caroline squeezed it affectionately, encouragingly, conspiratorially. Then, hand in hand, they went into the house. Caroline led Darleen to the bedroom.

They stood apart as they undressed.

They looked at each other hungrily.

Their bodies were so perfectly contrasted that they complemented each other like two carnal components meant to fit together to form a whole. Caroline was all soft curves and Darleen was all angles and both were smooth and unblemished, shimmering with sexual heat. They moved together and kissed, standing beside the bed. Their lips brushed lovingly, then parted and they began to swap tongues in a passionate French kiss. Their arms were around each other and their tits were pressed together, the taut nipples rubbing against each other. Their bellies – one rounded, one flat – churned together. Darleen's lean thigh wedged in between Caroline's shapely legs. Caroline's hot, sodden pussy pulsed against that intruding thigh, the lips parting, plastering her cunt to Darleen's leg. They held the kiss and their hands ran up and down, stroking one another's flanks and haunches.