Robert Taylor: Bored wife

And then she collapsed.

Like a tree falling. Slam. Her legs spread wide, and Betsy found herself panting as though she herself had cum, lying exhausted with her cheek on her lover's streaming cunt.

Betsy felt Laura's hand washing slowly over her ass, an idle caress, affectionate, lazy. Fingertips tailed into her cleft, down to the button of her anus, where they paused, pressed about it, moving it slowly. Then a gentle pressure directly on her asshole made the ring seem to expand, and a fingertip slipped inside.

Betsy squirmed voluptuously. "I like!" she said, "Did you ever have a cock up it?"

"No!"

"Tom digs that action. You ought to try it."

Betsy frowned. Here, nuzzling Laura's crotch, she seemed to be hearing the offer of the woman's husband. She pictured him, tall and dark, a huge grin, flashing eyes. Attractive and sexy. Very sexy.

Laura said, "He's hot for you, Betsy. He says, 'That cute ass next door, I'd like to sink my teeth into it!'"

"But Laura – would you – let Tom – your husband – and me…"

The other laughed. "Honey, this is Horny Haven."

Betsy recalled the panties under the highboy, and Laura's mention of wet-cunted broads juicing the bedsheets. Goodness, did they have – orgies?

And the party tonight, what would it be like?

Laura withdrew her finger, then dipped it into Betsy's cunt, which fluttered wildly at the touch, and returned it to the previous aperture. Moistened by cunt juice it now slipped in easily, excitingly! Betsy squirmed back at it, impaling herself, taking an inch up her asshole.

The finger wiggled, and suddenly Betsy felt hot all over. She rubbed her mouth on Laura's clit, then licked the slippery little nipple-like protrusion. But the exciting finger up her ass diverted her attention. She raised up, elbowed Laura's legs back to see her anus, a dark pucker in a swirl of fine black hair. Wetting her finger in cunt juice, she pressed it at the star shape. It seemed to contract, wobble about, then it expanded and her fingertip slipped inside.

"Ugh-hh!" Laura grunted. "Oh, honey, I'm so sensitive there. When Tom buggers me I go absolutely wild." Then she said, "Betsy, raise up so I can get under your pussy. We'll sixty-nine, huh? You want?"

Did she! Betsy levered up, lifting a leg over Laura's body and lowered, guided by the other's hands on her behind, and the finger still piercing her ass.

She felt hot breathing on her cunt.

Just that, and her cum started.

So hot, gasping, trembling with urgency, she sank her finger deeper into the other's asshole, and when the first tongue stab shot up her hole she shrieked.

"Laura! I'm so fucking hot. I'm going to cum! Laura, do you hear me?"

A soft mouth closed in Betsy's clitoris and she went wild.

"The biggest clit I've ever seen!" Laura murmured, licking and sucking it, and Betsy remembered her humiliation when Alice first said that. As though she were deformed! Alice had said it was because she had masturbated too much, that made it grow, and maybe it was true because in those days Betsy had not been able to take a pee without succumbing to the urge to twiddle her clit. She had kept a hidden candle to stick up her cunt, but that had not seemed to enlarge it much. She had been a pretty tight fit on any cock.

Flames were boiling around in her belly.

She cried, "Laura, I'm going to cum!"

"We'll make it together, honey. Lap my cunt, huh?"

Betsy got down to it, panting, breathing in that thrilling hot-cunt scent as she laved the quivering split with her tongue, sent it wagging up the other's hole and suckered her mouth fast on the opening, drinking of it while licking.

"Agh-ghhh!" Laura grunted, hunching now, jerking her pussy at Betsy's face just as she gave Betsy's clit the first really hard suck.

Betsy went wild. Crying out, thrashing about, she lost her finger grip in Laura's asshole. She clung to the girl's cheeks as they went together rolling over the bed, barely managing to each keep her head in between the other's legs. Betsy's cum – oh, she knew it was no false buildup like last night with Jim – was an opening and closing of her cunt, like a bellows, with waves of heat rippling up and down it at great speed.

"I'm cumming! My cunt is bumping, Laura, lick my clit, oh suck it darling."

Laura sucked so loudly that the noise was what seemed to trigger Betsy. Her cunt was flowing, a warm river spilling out. She heard herself laughing. Oh, the blessed relief of getting off!

I've cum, she thought. At last, I've cum.

The cum faded. She seemed to have vaporized, felt like a fluffy cloud drifting across a blue sky.

That afternoon at home, Betsy drowsed in the bathtub, wondering how many cums she had gotten today. More than in the last two years! She awoke in cold water, went wrapped in a towel to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, feeling as though every knot inside her had been dissolved and turned to cunt juice. Finally she awoke, found she had been sleeping with her hand between her legs, and it was swimming in cuntal drool.

Time to prepare Jim's supper. In the bathroom she swabbed her thighs with a washcloth, then squatted on the toilet to pee. Testing her cunt, she found it gaping, and drooling anew, to say nothing of her clit being half erect. She tweaked it, felt a tingle of pleasure. God, am I turned on! she thought. Like a bitch in heat. She pressed the flat of her hand on the length of her cunt and it went squish. And her clit was growing. Well, you little fucker, she thought, I'll jerk you off! So she twiddled and tweaked the hot nubbin, pulled it until she was grunting and levering her hips there on the toilet seat, wrenching her clit to a hot cum that left her panting, groaning, and pleased, smiling broadly as she bent down, contorting herself to see the red length of her clit between her fingers, still being pulled, still horny-hard.

Supper.

Supper, God, I'm so used to cooking I could do it in my sleep, she thought. I could run this house in about two hours a day. I should get a job!

But when Jim came home she said nothing of that. She presented herself as he expected, prettily dressed and wearing makeup, with an extra dab of perfume to hide the cunt odor.

Dutifully she kissed his cheek.

"Darn night meetings," he said, heading for the bathroom to shower and shave – two of each daily, three showers if he intended sexual assault.

"It's part of your job," Betsy said, wondering if it were, or would it be a brief meeting followed by bar-hopping, ending at June Haley's apartment? She wondered if he would shower there again before fucking the secretary.

"I hate leaving you here all evening."

"Oh, I'll watch TV," Betsy replied, finding it easy to lie. Very easy. "Will you be late?"

"Could be one, two o'clock. These visiting firemen, you know, the home office types, they like to do the town a little. And entertaining is part of my job."

"You poor dear," Betsy murmured.

"Have to make a good impression. Think of the future. These are big shots."

"I won't wait up, darling. You stay out as late as you think you need to."

She frowned at her own conniving.

At that moment she heard a car roll into the next drive. She went to the kitchen window and saw Tom Graham get out, shout in the kitchen door to Laura that he was home.

He moved like a panther. Athletic, lean, full of piss and vinegar.

She felt a throbbing begin in her cunt.

Jim had left, dressed in a fresh suit and shirt, hair brushed to shining, shoes gleaming like mirrors.

Betsy did the dishes and tidied up. It was almost eight, time for the party at Horny Haven.

She had asked Laura what she should wear. "Anything, darling. But no bra, huh? Those gorgeous tits of yours should be left free to jump around so everybody can enjoy them."