Steve Forest - The wolf wives

As Jay pounded his prick to the hilt in the pussy of the new inductee, he felt a moment of deep depression. How complete his life would have been if he had met and married this girl a year ago. As he fucked her, his joy was restricted by the haunting knowledge that he would soon have to return to the cold bed that he shared with his cold wife. Any pleasure which he might experience here, tonight or any other night, could only be fleeting. And of course he'd have to make up an excuse each and every time that he needed to get his ass out of the house and away from Karen.

The warm woman who lay beneath him was throwing her body up at him passionately, as though all the fucking which she had been getting tonight had only been preparatory to her being fucked by Jay. He had been watching her all night, and he was sure that she had not shown this much enthusiasm to any of her other lovers, male or female, man or beast.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Henry moving toward the foot of the bed. In his hand was a pair of scissors. Then Henry was cutting the bonds which held the girl's ankles to the bed. In a moment, her long shapely legs were wrapping around Jay. First she wrapped them around his thighs, and then higher, fastening them around his waist, pulling him against her, driving his cock even deeper into her wonderful pussy.

Jay wished that the sheet would be removed so that he could press his lips to hers while he fucked her. He saw Henry moving toward the head of the bed, still holding the scissors. He cut the bonds which held her wrists, but for a moment, she left her arms stretched out as though they were still tied. Then, as Jay continued to pound his anxious cock into her hot wet slash, he saw Henry taking the sheet by one corner. He was getting ready to remove it, and Jay couldn't wait a minute longer.

Then Linda was beside him on the bed. Her lips were pressed to his ear as he continued driving his long hard cock into the still masked girl. He could feel Jan's lips nibbling at his ass, and he knew that he was only seconds away from his own orgasm.

Then Linda began to whisper in his ear. "Now get ready for this, Jay. It may be a bit of a shock, but think of how much pleasure we've all had tonight. Nothing that feels this good can be bad or wrong. Just keep saying that to yourself."

He could feel Jan's tongue working its way into his asshole while Linda spoke. It felt wonderful, and somehow Linda's words were just barely penetrating his consciousness. He didn't want to wait any longer. His balls were boiling over with the hot orgasmic load which had been building inside them all night.

"Ooooh!" he moaned. "I'm going to come!" Her contracting cunt continued to milk at his cock, and he was certain that she was about to begin still another orgasm. Then, just as he felt the first spurt of gism wending its long, tortuous way up through the tubes of his prick, Henry whipped the sheet from the girl, and at the same time she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his other ear.

"Oh, Jay!" she cooed. "I love you!" And they both began to come.

But the sound of that voice made his blood run cold. It couldn't be. It couldn't. It simply couldn't. Not Karen. Not his Karen. It simply wasn't possible.

His cock continued to pump jet after jet of hot come into her palpitating pussy, but he pulled his head away from her to stare intently into her face.

It was Karen! Impossible as it seemed, his own prudish wife had been lying here all night being fucked by her zoology professor, dildoed by another woman, eaten by his English teacher, fucked in the ass by a strange man, cunt-lapped by a timber wolf, and at last fucked by him with a roomful of spectators, while another woman licked his asshole. He just didn't know what to think.

But still his cock pumped its fiery load into her clasping pussy.

"Karen!" he cried in astounded disbelief. "What's going on?"

"Oh, Jay," she murmured. "The only thing that matters is that I love you. I don't mind who you fuck as long as you come home to me when you're finished. And you can see for yourself that, no matter who fucks me, it'll always be special with you. Why should we live the hypocritical life of America's middle class when we can both be happy and honest with each other at the same time." Then, before Jay could respond to her little speech, she asked him softly, "Tell me, how does it feel for you to have Jan licking your asshole while you fuck me, with everybody watching?"

Everyone else in the room was silent, waiting for Jay's response.

After a moment's consideration, he took a long, deep breath. Then, placing his lips at his wife's ear he whispered, "It feels wonderful." Then he kissed her long and slow, their tongues fencing from his mouth to hers and then back again. When at last they broke the kiss, he whispered, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "I love you. And I guess I'm glad that it happened this way."