Steve Forest - The wolf wives

"I think I can take it," she said, trying to put a joking tone into her voice. "Tell me."

"Well," Henry began, "I think it might be easier if I showed you. Come with me." He took Karen by the hand and helped her to stand, tottering on her feet. When she rose, the effects of the drinks seemed to become even stronger. The whole room was spinning. For a moment she thought that she would fall down. But Henry, taking her by the hand, began to lead her toward the other end of the room.

"Now you'll have to be strong," he said. "I'm afraid this may come as a bit of a shock. But the main thing is to try to keep a clear head and come to a sensible decision. Follow me." He led her, staggeringly down the hall toward his bedroom. He hoped that the realization that he was bringing her into a bedroom wouldn't scare her away. This was the most delicate part of the operation. But he was relatively certain that she had had enough to drink so that she would be more or less oblivious to her surroundings.

He opened the bedroom door and led her inside. When she had stepped in he closed the door behind her. He left the light off so that it would take her a little longer to be aware of where she was. There was enough light in the room for him to lead her to the wall mirror. As he moved it aside, he spoke softly.

"Now it may seem cruel, at first, for me to show you this without any warning or preparation, but I think you'll agree in the long run that what I'm doing is best all around. Please be as quiet as you can. We mustn't let them know we are watching." With that he removed the mirror from its place. The window in the wall was illuminated with the blue light which came from the other room. It made the entire bedroom light up in a pale ghostly way. For the first time, Karen realized she was in a bedroom.

"Professor," she said, then she giggled. "I mean, Henry, this is your bedroom, isn't it?"

"Yes, my dear," he said. "But it's the only place where I could show you what you have to see. Come over here." He gestured toward the window, the source of the eerie blue light. Karen stepped forward and looked through it.

What she saw on the other side of the glass startled her, even in her dazed condition. At first she wasn't sure of what she was seeing. It took her eyes a moment to focus. She blinked hard, trying to clear up the haze which clouded her vision. Then everything came into focus. In the other room was a waterbed. It was low, close to the floor. And there were two people in there. One of them was a woman. She was stark naked. My God! It looked like Mrs. Wells. She was on her hands and knees on the waterbed. Her bare ass was facing the window through which Karen was looking. She could see Linda wells' beautiful round ass in the pale-blue light. Her cheeks were firm and round and slightly spread apart, revealing the mysterious-looking dark crack between them.

There was also a man. And he, too, appeared to be naked, but Linda Wells' body was directly in Karen's line of vision and she couldn't get a good look at him. While Karen watched, Linda lowered the top half of her body so that her face was flat against the waterbed. The movement spread her asscheeks even further, and Karen was sure that she could actually see the dark-brown spot of the blonde woman's asshole. For some strange reason the sight of the other woman's asshole was having a stimulating effect on Karen. She felt her own pussy growing moist again, and her entire body was suffused with an all-pervading warmth.

As Linda bent forward, her ass pointed toward the ceiling, and Karen could even see the tuft of blonde hair which framed her wet pussy. And now Karen had a better view of the man who was with her. All she could see was the lower part of his body, since his top half was still obscured by Linda's naked form. His cock was long and hard and hairy. Karen could see it swaying to and fro as he moved on the waterbed. Then he moved around toward Linda's ass, and Karen could see his whole naked body, all but his face. He was beautifully built. Karen found that the sight of him was turning her on tremendously.

For the moment she forgot where she was and that her zoology professor had brought her in there to show her something special. She lost herself in voyeurism, allowing herself to be totally stimulated by the sight of this naked man. The fact that she was peeking through a window, and that neither Linda Wells nor the man knew that she was watching made it all the more exciting. Karen's head was spinning as she drank his nudity in with her eyes. His body was muscular, and as he moved his muscles rippled. She felt her pussy throbbing with desire and was only vaguely conscious of Henry's body brushing against hers as she watched.

Then the man bent over, bringing his face close to Linda's naked ass. Karen got her first clear look at his face. Oh, God! It couldn't be! He looked like… Jay! She just couldn't believe it. She pressed her face against the windowpane trying to get a better look, to convince herself that she did not see her husband about to put his tongue into Henry's wife. She felt weak. Her knees were shaking. She felt as though she would fall down at any minute. She began to sway in her weakness as she watched Jay press his lips to the dark crack between Linda Wells' soft white asscheeks.

"Oh, Henry!" she gasped. "Tell me that it isn't so! Please tell me that isn't your wife and my husband!" Her head was spinning, and she took a step back, trying to regain her balance. Henry caught her around the waist and guided her gently to the edge of his bed. When she felt it pressing against the backs of her legs she allowed herself to fall down heavily onto it. She sat there on the edge of Henry Wells' bed and stared blankly at the air in front of her.

"My God!" she said. "What are we going to do?"

"There isn't much we can do," he answered. He returned once more to the window. "There they are, your husband and my wife. They're both naked and she's on her knees, all bent over. Jay is licking her ass and her cunt from behind. His cock is stiff and hard, and it won't be long before he slides it into her hot cunt. They've been at it all night. You should have seen what they were doing before. He was lying on his back and she was shamelessly sucking his cock. It was awful."

His words were having a strange effect on Karen. She knew that his description of her husband's infidelity with his wife should be infuriating her, and of course she was angry and hurt. But there was also something else. Some other emotion was creeping into her consciousness. She really didn't understand it but the sight she had seen, and the words that she was hearing, were exciting her. She felt her panties becoming wet, and her entire body felt as though it was bathed in perspiration. She wanted to get up and go back to the window for another look, but she felt too weak and dizzy. Instead she leaned back onto the bed.

"Oh, Henry," she said weakly. "What are we going to do?"

At once Henry was sitting beside her on the bed. His hands were tenderly stroking her face and her fevered brow. "There's only one thing we can do," he said. His hands were moving across her shoulders to the front of her tight red sweater. "We can't stop them; it's too late for that. There's only one thing left." His hands began to unbutton the remaining buttons of her sweater. Karen didn't feel in the least like stopping him. "Revenge!" he said softly.

Karen felt his fingers working deftly at the buttons of her sweater. One by one they opened, exposing her tits to the cool air of the room. It felt good to be partially naked in front of this man for whom she had the highest respect. When he had finished opening all her buttons, he slipped one hand inside her sweater and cupped one of her mammoth titties. She felt her nipple hardening to super-erectness as his fingers sought it. He held the firm ripe nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it gently back and forth. Karen moaned softly.