Robert Jenkins - Loose wife

"Aaaaarhhh!" she wailed as her body bucked in orgasm.

It happened so fast it took Hal by surprise. He watched his wife's sleek belly suddenly suck inward, the muscles ridged up as she spumed wildly on the table top. Gouts of hot pussy juice sprayed out over the table cloth.

"Jesus God Almighty!" Hal whispered.

Just watching Jill cum filled his balls with hot pulsing fire. He knew he was on the way, too. What a shame she'd already shot her wad. He liked it when she came with him.

He reached down and grabbed her as, jerking it tightly upward, holding her quivering cunt lightly against his loins. Now he could dig his cock up into her gurgling depths a little deeper. Hal planted his feet firmly and started fucking as hard as he could. His cock swelled and swelled.

"Okay, baby! Get ready for my hot jism!" Hal panted. "It's on its way up into your sweet snatch."

"Ooooohhh, yes! Squirt it up into my snatch, Hal! Fill me with it! I want it! Yes! Yes!" Jill whimpered. Then it surprised Hal. "Oooohhhh! I'm cumming again! Cumming! Cuuummmiiinnggg!" As she felt her husband's boiling sperm jet up into her receptive pussy-hole, Jill felt another orgasm sweeping over her. She writhed wildly on the table-top. Thick ropes of Hal's sperm gushed back out her cunt, expelled by its wild internal working.

"Fuck… shit… piss!" Hal moaned, emptying his balls into Jill's cock-gobbling snatch. For the moment he forgot about Pat, forgot about Sue, forgot about anything but the hot bitch panting and moaning under his wild cock-strokes.

It had been such a spontaneous fuck. When it was over, when his balls had pumped themselves dry, Hal abruptly pulled his dripping cock from Jill's cunt and stuffed it back into his pants. Jill flinched a little when she felt her husband's big prick rasping out of her well-fucked cunt. She was really sore now. She knew, if she was going to enter wholeheartedly into full-scale promiscuity, she'd have to toughen up her crotch.

Jill got shakily from the table. She liked the feel of not wearing any panties, of having Hal's cum trickling down the insides of her thighs. She felt sexy, alive. Funny, though. Although she appreciated the wild fuck Hal had just given her, it was memories of Pat that made her belly flutter. Hal was an old familiar known quantity. Pat was excitingly new.

Then it occurred to Jill, like a thunderclap, that the would around her was filled with excitingly new men. If she chose, she could have all the Pats she wanted. Unless Hal interfered, that is. For the first time, Jill began to think of her husband as a possible roadblock. She looked at him narrowly, looking for indications in his face about how he felt.

But for the time being, Jill had nothing to worry about. Having just popped his nuts, and having no doubt that he'd proved to his wife that he was an infinitely better fuck than that skinny little bastard, Pat, Hal was riding high.

"Hey!" he said enthusiastically. "I've got an idea. Never could do anything about it before, but rye got this friend, goes in for wife-swapping and thing like that. Interested?"

Jill's eyes narrowed. Already she was being offered another new cock. Right out of the blue, and by her own husband.

"What's he look like?" she asked suspiciously.

"Oh, fine," Hal assured her. "Kind of a big guy. Lots of class, been around a lot. And has he got a knockout wife!"

Still throbbing from a hard day's fucking, still a little strange in the head from the dope, Jill decided to give it a try.

"Okay," she said cautiously. "Well go out with them. But I want to make it clear right now. If I don't like him, no go!"

"Yeah… yeah… it's a deal," Hal said. He thought a moment. "But you'd better make up your mind before I get in his wife's pants. That'd really pin him off. Hey! Isn't this something? Us talking together about fucking other people and all?"

Jill was unimpressed. Just eager for new cock. She'd discovered a way to really live again. She hoped Hal's friend was as interesting as Pat. Then she realized something.

"Hey! What's this guy's name?" she asked.

"Harry. And his wife's name is Anne. Boy, what a piece of tail she is!"

Jill flinched every time Harry came near her. Which was often. She and Hal were out with Harry and his wife, Anne, having dinner in a rather nice restaurant. The meal was spoiled for Jill by Harry's loud, crude general comments.

Hal had been right about only two things. The first was that Harry wasn't all that bad-looking, in a meaty, coarse way. The second was that his wife Anne was really a knockout. A tall redhead, icy cool, with the eyes of a hunting leopard. Her eyes were now fixed hungrily on Hal.

"Hey! Carcon!" Harry bellowed, even though they were in an Italian restaurant. "How's about some more of that Dago red wine?"

Jill flinched. The waiter looked around stonily, brought a battle of wine and filled Harry's glass, his features wooden with distaste.

"Atta good boy," Harry chuckled. "You keep the eats and booze comin', you're in for a big tip."

Harry looked up, straight into Jill's eyes. She felt herself trapped by his gaze. Despite his clownishness, there was a lot of raw power in Harry.

"You're gonna get a big tip, too, baby," he murmured. "The tip of my…"

"Harry, be a good boy and eat your potatoes," Anne cut in coolly. "But first, pull your big, clumsy foot out of your mouth."

Harry guffawed. "Haw! I did it again, did I? Well, hell, look, at her, Anne! Ain't she something?"

He stared hungrily down Jill's cleavage. She tried to look indignant, but was still under the smell of that long intense look he had given her. She felt slightly shaken, as if she had suddenly had a glimpse much deeper into Harry's soul. Her flesh crawled with loathing and distaste, but paradoxically, she felt a funny fluttering little hunger whimper into life up inside her surprised snatch. My God! Was this ape starting to turn her on?

Such a weird scene. She was expected to sleep with Harry. That's what the evening was all about. Hal certainly meant to sleep with Harry's wife. The two were eyeing one another with undisguised lust. No doubt Harry would want an even swap. Could she do it? Jill wondered.

Harry annoyed her further when he made a big deal of paying the entire bill, which was over a hundred dollars. He stuffed two twenties in the waiter's shirt pocket on the way out. The man pulled the crumpled bills out of his pocket and looked as if he were going to spit on them. He didn't.

"Hal, I'm tired," Jill complained as they sped away from the restaurant in Harry's Eldorado. "I think I'm going to get a headache. Can we go home?"

"Just you don't worry, chicken," Harry bellowed, doing nothing for Jill's slightly pounding head. "Old Harry's got the cure for anything that ails a woman. Keeps it all rolled up neat in his shorts."

He snorted with self-amused laughter at his own crude joke. Jill felt a rising panic. She dreaded going home with Harry and Anne. Hal would no doubt leave her alone with Harry while he pumped his nuts off in Anne. Not that she was afraid Hal would let Harry rape her or anything. No, what she was afraid of was that she would let Harry rape her. There was a perverse attractiveness about the big man. The thought of his cock hammering up into her nervous cunt both horrified and fascinated her.

Harry and Anne's house was huge, a rambling modem in a quiet suburb. The pounds were all fenced in. "You can run nude all around the place in broad daylight and nobody can see in," Harry boasted. Couches, swings and hammocks dotted the grounds. Jill imagined she saw cum stains spotting each one.

More couches and beds inside the house. Most of the rooms were big, opening into one another. A series of semipublic halls.

"Well, here we are, folks. Just hang your clothes en the hat rack. I'm gonna mix us some drinks," Harry boomed, heading for an immense bar built along one wail. "What'll yours be, little lady?" Harry smirked at Jill.