Robert Taylor: Bored wife

"What a luscious cunt!" Tom gasped. "That's eatin' stuff, Betsy. Hey, your clit: Laura says she never saw such a big clitoris."

He fingered it, and Betsy gasped as the nubbin swelled, growing rapidly and pulsing with heat.

She reached under her thighs and fingered into her outer lips, digging at the damp hairiness, pressing, forcing them to gape. This spreading helped reveal her clit, protruding redly into view beyond a veil of cunt hair.

Under Tom's strokings it grew to a glistening little prong.

He said, "The little fucker must be an inch long! Lady, you are one special cunt, you know?"

"I was ashamed of it," she told him, as she had Laura. "And of my big nipples."

"Guilt," he said. "Fucking puritanical guilt, the shit kids have to grow out of!" Then, abruptly, he asked, "Does your husband suck it?"

A harsh question. None of his business. That is, Jim had a right to privacy. But she, didn't Betsy have rights? And this oversized clitoris that used to make her cringe with shame, it was her clit!

"No, he doesn't," she said.

"Dumb shithead," Tom muttered.

"Yes. He's an asshole." And me, she thought, watching how her glossy red clit stood out, how when he nudged it aside it sprang hornily back into position, I want my big clit sucked and I bet my fuckhole is winking at Tom, the way it feels all curly, and maybe I've been a dumb asshole, but not any more. "Tom, do you like it? My clit?"

"Betsy, I've dreamed of a gadget like this. Some clits, hell, a guy can't even find them!"

And Betsy threw back her head and laughed.

That was when she glimpsed the mirror on the facing wall.

The mirror was a square with a silver frame. It had been dark, but now the breeze that had laved her gaping pussy was rising, tossing the curtains and letting light in to show her perched on the couch, legs winged out, hands underneath pressing her lips open from her glistening cuntal trough. And Tom's fingers gently toying with her clit.

Jim would die if he saw this blatant baring of her female organs to their neighbor, worse than seeing her fuck, for then he might assume feminine weakness. But this was so positive, so determined a display of her cunt, like saying. "Tom, there's my clit and my fuckhole, play with them, suck one or fuck the other. And there's my asshole. You can figure something to do with it, too."

The mirror image faded or brightened according to the tossing of the curtains, but the woman there spraddle-legged remained Betsy, and Betsy gazed into her mirror eyes, and at the hair about her wet coral inner cunt, and at the long clit Tom was tweaking, and thought. There, you're me and I like myself and fuck everybody with different ideas.

She heard the curtains snap, and out in the kitchen Laura rattling glassware while her girl lover and her husband became acquainted! She heard her own breathing, harsh because her horny clit was shooting warm currents throughout her belly, making her cunt quiver and pull. She licked dry lips. The cuntal pulsing speeded. She was not very far from a cum.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh, shit!" Tom growled. "There they are."

He started to move away. Betsy snatched at his hand, yanked it back to her cunt, whimpering, "Make me cum, Tom, I'm almost there!"

"There's no time. And I'm so horny I couldn't stop fucking you…"

"Just twiddle me! Jerk off my clit. Oh God, Tom, I'll cum, I'm right on the edge…"

"Tom!" Laura cried from the kitchen. "Front door!"

"You go!" he cried, grasping the slippery nubbin as Betsy, moaning now, hipped at him, tugging her cuntal sphincter in, then bloating it out.

"Tom!" she moaned. "Once more, I'll cum, ah-hhh, ah-mm!"

She heard her cunt suck loudly. If only it had a cock inside. Then she was off, trembling over the peak, raised on heels and elbows, hips jerking through fuck motions, her oversized clit poking the gap between his thumb and forefinger. He gave a strong pull and she saw stars.

She had fallen back, limp, the storm in her cunt separating out into individual scorching waves that she expelled.

Still sizzling, but sliding downward from the peak.

That was when Tom bent and kissed her clit. Then he stood up and she saw him shove his erect cock downward to find a more comfortable position in his pants.

"I'll go now," he said, turning to the door. Betsy fingered her clit and rubbed slowly, bringing herself down out of the turmoil of orgasm.

In the living room voices babbled. Betsy heard Laura's chortling laugh, Tom greeting the newcomers in response to feminine chirps and male voices.

She palmed her cunt. So wet! She retrieved her panties from under the couch and swabbed her thighs and pussy, then returned the nylon whip to its hiding place.

She rose and went to the minor and studied herself. Eyelids heavy, giving her a sultry look. Her smile, smug. Satisfied. Nipples protruding in her dress, which was thin enough to show the shadow of her pussy hair. And she smelled of cunt juice but that fit her mood. She tidied her hair, lipsticked, then sauntered out to the hall, aware that her hips were rolling, her ass wagging, and with each step her pussy lips moved slipping past each other, deliciously soft and oily.

Everybody was gathered between the facing couches. Betsy picked out the redhead first: Vera, green eyes, a green dress cut low in front, pouty breasts threatening to rise right out of it, a perky behind. A swinger, Tom had said, and those flashing green eyes hinted that he was right. The other girl, Doris Colby, was a tiny thing, very young, a milky complexion and dark hair drawn back in a pony tail, and huge dark eyes.

Betsy had only glimpses of the men before Tom saw her enter, and drew her into the group, tossing names about. The shorter man, George, husband of the vivacious redhead, did not meet her gaze and his face looked like it was burning. The shy one. The other – But Tom had handed her a fresh drink and someone forced crackers on her, and Vera grasped her arm, saying, "Husband's away so kitty plays?" Much confusion. Jabbering all about. Tom laughing, clapping one of the men on the back. Vera had drawn Betsy aside and now whispered, "Lucky you, husband out of the way. If only I…"

And Tom cried, "I fell off the barstool? Hey, one leg of it was busted…"

Vera again, giggling now: "No bra. Imagine! George would go ape."

And Laura said, "Tom, you were as drunk as a pig…"

"You look so beautiful I feel dowdy," Vera said.

And Betsy thought: If you'd just had her clit twiddled by Tom, you'd look beautiful too. Not twiddled, jerked off like guys do their pricks. I like the sound of that better because my clit is so big and I'm proud of it! Gee, imagine, proud of it, and glad my nipples stick out in my dress like salt and pepper shakers.

And she told Vera, "Yes, kitty plays while hubby's away."

"Bitchily?"

"No, no, but hornily, very hot in the panties I haven't got on."

"No panties either?"

They were laughing together, instant friends, she and this gabby cunt with the green eyes twinkling so close to hers, eyes more than interested, and Betsy wondered if Vera swung like herself and Laura. Not many girls went both ways, at least if you believed what they said. Since Betsy did not believe in coincidence she guessed Vera had been invited because Laura knew how to pick them.

"One more drink." Vera said, "and I'll take off my bra. We stopped on the way for a quickie at Bingo's Boite. I need another." She finished her glass in a gulp. "Does your husband know you're here – no bra…"

"He's an uptight fart," Betsy said.

"Oh. And he bought you a chastity belt for your birthday?"

"Screws his secretary."

"Well, they do, don't they, the kind who act so stuffy, always have a piece on the side."

Tom was cuddling up to little Doris, who smiled wanly at him, looking frightened. But he'll charm her out into the open, Betsy thought. He and a couple of stiff drinks.