Alex Ayers - The soldier_s wife

"That's all right, baby. That's all right."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Are we beautiful now, Gwen? Are we?"

"Yes. Yes," she sobbed, pulling her head away from Sybil's breasts and touching the woman's concerned face. "I'm fine now. For a minute… I thought…"

"Don't think. Don't think, Gwen."

"I won't. I won't."

"Look Gwen. Your husband Allen is here. See him?"

Allen sat dumbly looking at the women embrace. His smile still lingered on his face.

"I'm going to ask Allen to make love to you. I want you to let him. He's your husband. Bob and I are going to watch. We're going to love you as we watch. Can you do that for your friends, Gwen?"

"Yes. Anything for my friends. Oh, I'm sorry."

"No more tears. You lie down here and wait. Let your husband love you." Gently, she pushed Gwen down on the bed.

Bob grabbed Sybil by the arm and pulled her up to him.

"Are you crazy? She almost came out of it. Leave well enough alone. Let's dump them now, before it happens again."

"No," Sybil snapped. "I've spent too much time grooming her. It was just traumatic for her seeing her husband with me. Now, relax. She's all right. Look at her."

Bob stared at Gwen's small-boned frame lying on the bed, her head cocked to one side, her arms outstretched, her small breasts pressed flat against her chest.

"I still think it's risky. Maybe we ought to call Largo, have him go through it again with her."

"No. I know what I'm doing. You just go along with the program."

"Just be careful then, Sybil. Don't overdo it."

"Don't worry, lover." She wrenched her arm from his grasp and leaned against the closet, her hand pressing one of her breasts as she spoke.

"Allen?"

"Yes?"

"Your wife is here. She is waiting for you to fuck her. She wants to be fucked so bad she's about to masturbate."

"No! She can't."

"Then take her cunt in your mouth and suck on it, get it ready for the prick."

"Yes."

Bob moved up next to Sybil.

"Slow down, for God's sake. She just came out of one attack."

"I told you to mind your own business, Goddamnit."

"This is my business. Not yours alone."

"They're mine, you bastard. Now leave me alone with them. Leave me alone or I'll hire someone to cut your cock off and stuff it in your fucking mouth."

Bob backed away, knowing that his wife wasn't beyond doing just that. He leaned against a dresser, folded his arms and watched.

Allen was kneeling over Gwen, making loud slurping sounds with his mouth as he sucked on her snatch. A pungent odor clung to the air as the broad-shouldered man licked the cunt.

"That's good, Allen. Now bite at it. Feel the pubic hairs mash between your teeth. Pinch the meat until she screams."

Sybil's hands moved rapidly over her own breasts as she watched Allen's jaws open and saw Gwen squirm when the man's mouth gobbled at the bun-shaped organ.

"Harder! Chew harder until she screams!"

Allen grunted and rooted her ass up as he growled and bit harder until Gwen cried out, her mouth stretching tautly over her teeth, her face twisted in pain. Gwen's hands clutched the bedspread and balled the material into a knot. Her knuckles turned white as her husband's teeth sank into her tender flesh.

"Rub your ass in her face!" Sybil whispered hoarsely. "Turn around and rub your filthy ass in her face. Shove your asshole against her nose and grind your ass. And you, you pretty little innocent bitch, Gwen, suck his ass. Lick it with your nasty tongue."

Still growling like an animal and biting her snatch, Allen swiveled and shoved his hairy crack into Gwen's face. He sat back and pushed until he felt her nose touch the button of his hole. Snarling as he shook the meat in his mouth, he sat heavily, grinding his hips.

Gwen fought to breathe, pushing up on his buttocks and gasping small lungfuls of air.

"Use your tongue on him, bitch," Sybil's voice rang. "Ream his asshole."

Gwen's tongue speared out, pushing at the soft folds of flesh guarding his rectum. He groaned as she forced the tongue inside his rear and wriggled it from side to side. The pain still made her grip the bedspread, but Sybil's haunting voice masked the desire to cry out.

"It's beautiful, isn't it, Gwen?"

"Ummmhh."

"It's a wonderful feeling, having your husband do that to you. I'm so elated I'm going to have an orgasm watching. It's a beautiful sight, Gwen. Beautiful!"

Sybil spread her legs and squatted as she watched the two bodies playing out her commands. She reached down and spread her vagina lips.

"Suck it, Bob," she commanded, looking at her husband.

He moved slowly toward her, knelt and began sucking obediently at her large, wet gash. She panted out the rest of the instructions, massaging her breasts until they were red and hypersensitive.

"Now, stick your tongue in her, Allen. And make those noises. Grunt. That's it. Ram your tongue in her. You too, Gwen. Deeper. Deeper. Ah, that's good. That's beautiful. Wonderful!"

Allen's guttural sounds rang through the room as he viciously thrust his tongue into his wife's vagina. Gwen's body began to vibrate under his caress, twitching and spawning. She felt the warm feeling overcome her and released her hold on the bedspread. Her hands found their way to her breasts. She wadded the flesh up in her hands and milked the mounds as her tongue licked and lanced into Allen's rocking ass.

She saw the crystal sparkling before her eyes, heard Largo's voice calling from a long distance, listened as Allen's grunts filled her mind with an insatiable desire to scream.

It burst out of her. She bucked up against her husband's face and cried out as she felt the warm fluids oozing out of her and heard the slurping, sucking sounds of Allen's hungry mouth drinking them.

"Faster. Faster."

Sybil threw her head back, her knees trembled, her breasts ached. She caught a glimpse of Gwen's arms snaking around Allen's waist and clutching him as Bob's tongue triggered the vaginal waterfall to flow.

She sank down, pressing Bob's head against the floor and watched Allen.

He was an animal, she thought. A beast she was going to break, to mold like clay into a massive, living, ugly phallic symbol to use whenever she wanted him. Instead of crying out as the orgasm ripped through her, Sybil threw back her head and laughed.

"That was a beautiful weekend," Allen said, weaving through the southbound Sunday traffic.

"Yes. I enjoyed it."

Gwen sat far away from Allen, her hands folded in her lap. She felt uneasy, edgy.

"That Sybil is really something. A wild woman. I'm glad you had such good friends to take care of you."

A thin smile played on his lips as he muttered a tune and took a drag off his cigarette.

"She told me some secrets, about how to keep you in love with me. Pretty smart woman, that Sybil. And nice too. Real nice."

"Yes," Gwen answered coolly, rubbing the back of her neck. She was sore from her waist up. She tried to recall what had happened, but her mind was fuzzy. She knew she hadn't seen much of Allen after Friday night. Bob had kept her busy swimming and golfing and listening to party records and… she smiled to herself… yes… loving her… yes… he had loved her… and Sybil had loved Allen… they were their friends…

"Sybil is really a true friend," Allen was saying as he swung out to pass a bus. "She really knows what's happening."

"I'm glad you liked them," Gwen said feeling more comfortable now. "I was sure you would."

"I am. I can hardly wait for next weekend. They want us to come up again. Guess Bob was a little mad at me for breaking his stereo, though. No sweat, Sybil said she'd take care of it." He hummed that tune again, a tune Gwen had never heard before.