Duncan Fox - Hot piece wife

But she still had the memories. They were indelibly engraved on her mind. Touching them was not painful, surprisingly. Arousing, but not painful. The only regret she felt was soft of a niggling disgust when she thought of the men's gross, hairy bodies.

Desperately, she twisted her mind away from the subject and contemplated, instead, the hollow shell of her marriage. It was like a movie set, all glitter and polish on the outside. But behind, where no one could see, it was a sham propped up with two-by-fours and bailing wire.

Strangely, though, she didn't want out of it. It had its advantages, after all. There was a security of sorts, there were luxuries like the country club, the house, all the material things. In a way it was sort of a comfort, because she knew exactly what to expect. There wasn't any lying, in bed rigid, wondering if this night might be the night he would turn to her.

The only trouble was she kept getting so damn, damn horny! If anything, the gross indulgences with the four men had heightened her appetite for sex. She hadn't even played with herself since then, and was about to climb the walls. She kept thinking of Al and Perry, how they had each penetrated her. God, they were so sweet, so willing, so basically undemanding. Oh, Al had forced himself on her, sure. But, in the end, she had been the one who controlled the action.

She had been the toy of the four men. But Perry, and then Al, had been her toys. And she realized, analyzing her feelings, that it was more preferable to be doing the toying, than to be the toy.

She itched. Way down deep in her hungry guts, she itched. She thought of Perry, slim and graceful and sleek and smooth, and the itch grew. She thought of Al, impatient and handsome and clean, and the itch curled and twisted up through her like the smoke from a guttering candle. She multiplied them in her mind, made them two Perrys and two Als, and the smoldering wick bunt into flame. Letting the robe slide back off her shoulders, she paced through the empty house like a tiger in heat.

It was Saturday. Where would Al be? Where would Perry be? The pool, of course. She couldn't go there. Waiter was golfing with a business associate. They were planning to swim later. "Man stuff," he had said, his way of discouraging her presence.

Kim paused by the telephone, felt the steam in her guts. She fingered the dial, then picked up the receiver, and dialed the country club.

"The bathhouse, please," she requested. Her voice felt hot.

"Bathhouse," the voice in her ear announced.

She took a deep breath. "This is Kimberly Sanderson. Is my husband at the pool?" She knew he wasn't – prayed he wasn't anyway.

"No, Mrs. Sanderson, he hasn't been here today," she clerk answered, after checking the sign-in book.

"Damn," she grumbled with mock dismay. "Is Perry McBride there? I need something from my locker and I can't leave the house right now."

"Just a moment, I'll see if I can get him." In a moment, Perry was on the line.

"Perry, this is Kim. Uh, Mrs. Sanderson."

"Oh, hi! Gee, where you been? I've been looking for you."

"I'm at home," she answered quickly. "Now, listen carefully. I don't really want anything from my locker, but we have to have a reason for your coming over here." Quickly, she told him what to do.

"Uh, I got a problem, though," he announced when she was done.

"Oh? What's that?"

"My twin cousins are here today as my guests. I can't just leave 'em here by themselves."

"How old are they?" Kim asked, her heart beating fast with insane hope.

"My age."

She couldn't believe her luck. "Bring them, too," she urged.

"What!"

"Bring them along," she ordered. "Believe me, you won't regret it. I'll call Jenny."

"Well, if you say so…"

"I say so," she insisted. "Hurry!"

"Yes ma'am!" Perry agreed as he hung up.

Kim dropped the phone back in the cradle and hugged herself delightedly. Then she picked up the phone and called her neighbor. "Hi, stranger," Jenny said. "Remember Perry?" Kim began abruptly.

"Do I remember Perry! Is the Pope Catholic?"

"Well, he's coming over in about fifteen minutes," Kim announced breathlessly, deliberately holding back the rest of the news.

"And you're willing to share him again?"

"Then why are you telling me? Christ, here I sit with my Tom Swift Tummy Teaser, and you…"

"He's bringing his twin cousins with him," Kim broke in, fighting a nervous giggle.

"Boy cousins?" Jenny asked after a moment of silence.

With a jolt of fear, Kim realized she wasn't sure. "I… I don't know! Anyway, the more the merrier, so come on over, okay?"

"You're mad, stark raving mad. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Why so long?" Kim asked, half seriously.

"I'm not dressed."

"So, don't dress!" Kim giggled. "I dare you."

"Witch!" Jenny rasped, her voice thick with lust. Then she hung up.

"Hew, wear this," Kim ordered when Jenny came bouncing in the back door.

Jenny inspected the towel. "Kind of small, isn't it?"

"Natch," Kim said, wrapping her lithe body in the mate. It was small. It barely reached from tits to hips, and revealed a sliver of her body where it didn't quite close.

She had barely finished tucking the towel around her when the front doorbell rang. She nearly jumped out of her skin. Just thinking about Perry was enough to make her cunt steam.

Opening the door, she gave them a full-fledged view of her in the miniscule towel. Her eyes darted to the strangers, and her insides melted into a hot puddle of pure horniness. Twin boys! And Al Lomata was grinning at her over their shoulders.

"Hi," she said softly. She could feel Jenny behind her, see the fire kindling in the boys eyes. "Come on."

"Sorry about Al," Perry said sourly. "He tagged along and I couldn't stop him."

"That's all right," Kim assured Perry as she closed the door. Her mouth watered when she looked her lovers over. The four youths were still in their bathing stilts. They were lean and lithe, smoothly trim and slender. Their bodies were misted with the golden down of youth.

"This is Curt and Bert," Perry introduced his cousins. "Or, maybe it's the other way around. I can't tell 'em apart."

"This is Jenny," Kim said, waving her hand at the lusty redhead.

"Just had to find out where the fire was," Al drawled, joining the conversation.

Kim's horniness was rising just from the close quarters by the front door. "Come on, let's go into the living room," she invited.

"I had to tell 'em," Perry noted nervously. "Hope you don't mind."

Kim noticed that the twins' eyes hadn't left her since they had taken quick stack of Jenny. Her tummy tingled at the sight of the bulges in their bathing suits. They were wearing tank suits – minimal scraps of nylon that clung to their trim hips and the swelling of their sex organs.

"You're Bert," she guessed at random, stepping up to one of them. His eyes were a startling, clear blue.

"Curt," he corrected.

"Would you like to see me naked?" Kim asked softly.

Curt's Adam's apple bobbed. "Yes."

"All you have to do is untuck my towel," Kim whispered, linking her arms behind his neck.

His fingers snaking, he released her single covering. The towel dropped away, baring her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jenny peeling off her own towel as she moved toward the other twin.

"Kiss my breasts," Kim ordered.

Obediently, the boy's lips closed on her tit. She moaned with lust. Al skinned his suit down and exposed his jutting cock. Then he moved toward her. Perry tried to shove his suit down too fast and got it tangled around his feet. He quickly kicked free.

Kim was surrounded by naked boys! She was hugging the lips of one to her bared breast while another fingered her boiling pussy and a dick nuzzled her flank. Over Curt's head she saw Jenny slipping down, taking Bert's dick in her mouth. The youngster's face was a study in shock and lust.