Robert Jenkins - Loose wife

She doubted he was talking about booze, but she nevertheless asked for a bourbon and soda. When the drink came Jill hung onto it like a drowning person onto a raft. She chugged down half the drink in one gulp, sighing with relief as the alcohol soaked into her system, relaxing her somewhat.

Harry made drinks for Hal and Anne, too, who took them and went together into the living room, or what Jill took to be the living room. The room with the bar was almost as big and the two rooms were separated only by a low divider. Jill was able to see Hal and Anne's heads as they talked animatedly together. She knew, from having glanced into the room before, that they were sitting on a broad, comfortable-looking couch, almost a bed.

Jill's body jerked as she felt Harry's hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him. The big man was still leering at her. She sensed he was ready to make his move.

Jill looked back towards Hal, hoping for help from his direction if she needed it, and she thought she was going to but Hal and Anne seemed to have disappeared. Then Jill heard rustlings and whispering from the couch. Anne and Hal wanted to make love!

"You know, little lady, they got the right idea," Harry murmured. He put one hand on each of Jill's shoulders, forcing her to face him. "C'mere," he grunted, suddenly crushing her fear-tensed body to his. His lips were on hers, demanding, his tongue diving into her mouth as she started to protest.

For the next few seconds, Jill had her hands full trying to find a way to breathe. Harry's big meaty hands were all over her body, pawing her tits, digging into her ass-cheeks, sliding around towards her crotch. She was too stunned to struggle. And after all, wasn't she now supposed to be the adventurous woman, on the prowl, hot to fuck?

Her body thought so. As much as Harry disgusted her mind, his powerful male form, pressed tightly against her, his hot moist lips, his knowing hands, were beginning to have an effect. As much of a slob as he was, there was something erotic about him. Something animal.

Jill knew she was panting. Her cunt was heating up. "Please… no," she whimpered, but made no move to resist when Harry shoved his hand down the front of her dress and started tweaking her nipples. Her knees felt weak. She thought she was going to fall. She might have, if it hadn't been for Harry's powerful arm holding her tip.

Harry – she wasn't sure how he managed to do it – somehow got the front of her dress open. Her bra gave him no trouble at all.

"Jesus!" he muttered when he saw her naked tits. His eyes feasted on the smoothly rounded, pink-tipped orbs. Jill was breathing hard. Her tits rose and fell provocatively.

With a muttered groan, Harry buried his face against Jill's tits. He began licking and sucking her nipples. Jill sensed them getting hard. She hardly knew what to do. She was still revolted by the idea of Harry fucking her. But his rough lovemaking was having an effect. Hot tremors of pleasure radiated out from her well-sucked tits. Her cunt juice was flowing, soaking into her panties. Her breathing was quick and ragged.

But the confused young brunette desperately damped her thighs together when Harry finally reached a hand up underneath her dress.

"No!" she gasped. "I can't… I just can't!"

Harry's eyes narrowed. Was this cunt playing games with him? he wondered. In his own primitive way, Harry was thinking. He knew the set-up had been clear when he invited Hal and his wife out for the evening. At least he'd made it clear to Hal – they were going to swap wives. Hell, the bastard was on the other side of the room divider right now with Anne! Harry could tell from the state of Anne's breathing that Hal at least had a finger up her twat. So… it was his turn with Hal's wife.

And she was a looker! Harry had been impressed with Jill the moment he'd seen her. A lush brunette. He'd wondered about her knockers from the beginning. Were those big jugs real? Well, he'd found out. His hands and mouth had dug into their firmness. Now he ached to get hold of her cunt. Was it tight? Was it juicy?

"Come on, baby. Ain't we gonna get it on?" Harry rasped.

"I… I don't think so," Jill said shakily.

She was turned on, she had to admit. The big ape had started her cunt steaming. But to actually give herself to… Well, she'd have to be a lot more turned on than she was. Still, Jill's eyes kept wandering down towards the crotch of Harry's pants. A growing bulge testified to how aroused he had become, pawing her naked tits.

Harry's eyes were boring into Jill's again. She wished he wouldn't look at her. His eyes always made her feel weak and helpless. Like a snake staring at a hypnotized bird.

"Your husband's fucking my wife," Harry mapped. "I wanna fuck his."

"Is he?" Jill said inanely.

"You bet your stuck-up ass," Harry growled. "Here… take a look."

He seized Jill by the upper part of one arm and hustled her closer to the divider. It was only waist-high. This close, Jill, by leaning forward a little, could see straight down onto the couch. She gasped.

Both Hal and Anne were completely naked. Automatically, Jill appraised the other woman's body. It was good. Long and lithe, but not thin. Big tits, jilting up towards Hal's face as she lay on her back. And most fascinating of all to Jill, Anne's pussy hair was flaming-red. A thick patch of russet fur nestled between her long, graceful thighs.

One of Hal's hands was thrust up between Anne's legs, the middle finger disappearing up into that nest of thick red pussy fur. Slowly, Jill became aware of a wet sucking sound, and saw that Hal's finger was sluicing slowly in and out of Anne's cunt.

She could see the other woman's pussy-flesh now, pink against the darker red of her cunt hair. Bit pussy-lips, thick and soft-looking, clamped tightly around Hal's invading finger.

Jill felt she should be disgusted. My God, after all, that was her husband with his finger stuck up another woman's snatch!

But she had never seen another couple making love before. Jill was fascinated. Particularly by the rapt expression on. Anne's beautiful face. My God, did she herself look like that when she was fucking?

Anne's face glowed with pleasure. Her tongue flicked over her lush red lips as Hal finger-fucked her cunt. Her hips undulated slowly, sensually. Jill saw her reach up and gently take hold of Hal's head.

"Suck my tits," the redhead purred, puffing Hal's face down against her swollen globes.

"Mmmmnnnn," Anne sighed as Hal's lips closed around one pink, turgid nipple.

Her hands ruffled his hair as he started sucking her tits. When Hal moved his mouth from Anne's right tit to her left, Jill stand at the nipple he had just been licking. It was wet and shiny with his saliva. And hard, peaked up, a wrinkled little pucker of aroused female flesh.

Jill twitched as she felt a hand close around her own tit from behind. "They're really gettin' it on, ain't they?" Harry whispered into her ear.

His thumb and forefinger lightly pinched her nipple. She shivered with pleasure. Looking down, she compared her nipple with Anne's. A little smaller and smoother, and a little darker. But slowly puffing up, like the other woman's.

Jill stirred nervously as Harry's other hand circled around her from behind, his hand cupping her other tit. She felt a little too trapped this way. But his hands on her tits felt good. And since she couldn't see him, she felt less repelled by the big crude man. What mattered now was the feel of strong male hands on her throbbing tits.

Because Jill was definitely turned on. Less by what Harry had been doing to her than by the sight of her husband and Anne, writhing lewdly together on the couch.

Jill stared at her husband's cock. It was swelling, almost its full, aroused length. Nearly ready for fucking. How strangely different it looked when she knew it was soon going to slide up into another woman a cunt.