Suzanne Mellows - The neighbor_s pet

"It's all right, Jay? Don't get shook," the striking model said with a little smile as she began to unbutton her blouse. "We're all friends… and cock-sucking is Sara doll's thing! Mine's getting my pussy licked by male or female… as you'll shortly see! Now, tell her! She's waiting to hear it from you! Go on, tell her…!"

The big, naked writer dragged his eyes away from the stripping, auburn-haired beauty to the hunched down, delectable young wife slaving over his loins, his huge cock stuffing her hotly sucking mouth. Her long raven hair tickled his belly and thighs, and he sensed her hands eagerly cupping and milking his cum-bloated balls as she pulled at the very guts of him! Shit he'd opened up some forbidden can of worms that no one in the whole world would ever believe! These things didn't really happen… only in his books, and they were never meant to be for real! Christ, she was going to suck his pulverized balls right out of him! Oh… ooohhh…!

"Suck it, you little cunt-whore!" he suddenly heard himself spit down at her as Vickie slipped off her panties! "Suck my cock, damn you, 'til I flood your fucking belly with my load of cum!"

Beth was fit to be tied!

The waiter had been kind enough to help navigate him from the dining room. Of course, it'd been the wine on top of the martinis, though he insisted the lobster was bad.

"I suggest you take a cab, M'am," the waiter said, after leaning him against his Continental. "He really shouldn't drive in this condition."

"Oh, that won't be necessary. There's one right over there," the waiter said with a little smile. "You go ahead and I'll help him…"

Go ahead! God, she'd love to spit right in his eye! Big man with his wine, and she'd known he shouldn't drink it! She'd even passed up most of her own last martini and he'd had to consume that. "Can't let good booze go to waste, doll!"

Shit, too! He'd totally washed out their entire, beautifully planned evening! Three… or was it four martinis and a split of wine? God, Jay would've wiped that away like a blotter! She couldn't help think of her massive, warm-souled husband as she climbed into the cab beside Stan Wilson's spaghettied frame. The handsome man lay his soused head over onto her shoulder as she directed the driver.

"I-I'm sorry, Beth," he managed with thickened tongue. "The Goddamned lobster… that's what did it… never able to eat that crap…"

She didn't bother to answer him. Instead, she stared out the window watching the fleeting lights and thinking of Jay. He'd probably be sleeping… but even if he was, she intended to awaken him. God, he was beautiful… all man… maybe not in looks… or was he? Had she sold him short? She'd never really told him what she wanted from their lovemaking… what she expected, nor truly given herself to it, had she? Being the accommodating young wife and taking, never giving, had been her only thought!

Selfish… God yes, selfish…!

"Look… I'm sorry, baby," Stan said, lifting his head and making an effort toward shaking his booze coma. "It… it's not too late! Let's tell this cabbie to swing around and take us back to the restaurant. I… I can pick up my car… and we'll go on to the motel…!"

"No, Stan… not tonight… not now," she firmly answered.

"Why the hell not?"

"Maybe… it wasn't supposed to be that way in the first place."

"Oh shit. Don't talk silly! What're you doing, gettin' religion on me?"

"I'm not getting anything. I just want to go home now!" Beth replied, firm and determined.

"You mean… that's the end for us, don't you?" he pressed, his soberness surprising her.

"Honest… I don't really know, Stan," she softly answered. "I wanted it to happen tonight. It… It didn't… and anyway, we're home…!"

She started to rummage into her purse, but he handed the driver a bill. She climbed out, him following, and the cab drove off. They stood in front of his house. He staggered slightly and she caught hold of his arm.

"I'm drunk… okay… but not that bad, baby," he said, patting her on the cheek.

"I'll walk you to the door. It's late… no one will see."

"And kiss me goodnight…? Like a good little girl who sees her drunken lover home?"

"Don't be ornery!"

"I'm not ornery, I'm horny!" he said, laughing.

"Shhhhh… come on… up to the door."

"You… you hate me, don't you, Beth baby?" he half-whispered.

"No… No, I don't. But I wish I did," she said, guiding him up on the step before his front door. He fished for his key and she waited, took it from him and inserted it into the lock. "Now, I'm going to run before Sara wakes up and catches me, the naughty woman…!"

"Sara! Dear, sweet little Sara… the perverted bitch!" he bitterly exclaimed. "Yeah run before demure Sara sees you…"

Beth didn't, but instead, partially froze there, his words and the unhideable feeling behind them pricking at her feminine curiosity. She started to speak, but the sound of a barking dog beyond the door stopped her…! She looked at Stan, who was suddenly returning the expression.

"Th-That was a dog, for Chrissake!" he said. "I-In my house… which could only mean one thing…!"

The bark came again and Beth stepped back as Stan Wilson clutched at the key, twisting it and throwing open the door! He looked at her then. "Come on!" he said. "Come with me! I want you to see this! Vickie Davis and that fucking Lancer are here again… and this is the sum total of my sex-life!"

He caught her roughly by the hand, but if he hadn't, Beth would've followed him anyway… especially after the night before! Through the darkened living room they plodded toward the hallway where the light streamed out from one room! And then, they stood side by side in the open doorway…!

Neither Beth Durke nor Stan Wilson were prepared for the orgiastic spectacle they beheld taking place on the king-sized bed before them. While both had formed quick and separate lewd opinions from the moment they'd heard Lancer's bark, they were limited to include only images each was familiar with from experience. In Stan's liquor-glazed mind, he visualized the powerful German Shepherd mounting one of the naked girls from behind while she buried her lapping mouth in the other's gaping pussy, a nauseating spectacle he'd seen and tried to be a part of too many times! Beth, too, shared that lurid, mental vision, after what Stan had said as they entered about Vickie and Lancer being there could mean only one thing… and calling demure little Sara a perverted bitch! But in the blonde young wife's racing mind there was a certain twinge of jealousy rather than nausea… and then, utter shock…!

"Oh my God!" she gasped, her hand flashing to her mouth, her wide green-eyes expanding even more as she recognized the naked, hairy brute-frame of her middle-aged husband flat on his back beneath the two obscenely working females straining nakedly over him!

Stan sagged against the door-frame, his mouth hanging open, muttering something Beth couldn't understand had she wanted to! She staggered from the impact of the sordid scene, slumping for a moment against her drunken companion, her eyes riveted on the lustful sight of the petitely curved Sara on all fours between her Jay's spread legs. Stan's young wife was holding Jay's big hardened penis at its thick base as she ravenously sucked it with a lewd, slobbering up-and-down bobbing of her head, while the huge Lancer had mounted her from behind and was fucking into her wet, pink pussy like a pile-driving machine! To complete the obscene orgy, Vickie Davis' willowy white nakedness was straddling Jay's bearded face, her sensually taut thighs wide-spread as were her rounded full buttocks which faced the door. The astounded, suddenly jealous Beth could see her husband's bearded chin between those firm white thighs and buttocks as he mouthed the naked model's moistly opened cunt with obvious relish… just as she, herself, had done the night before!