Jane Fox - Cheating Wife

“You mean you go out on Larry too?” Jim asked, choking on his drunk.

“Well… not usually,” Susan replied. “I really prefer to swing. You know what that is, don’t you, Jim?”

“Uh… I guess so,” Jim replied. He looked very uncomfortable with the conversation but he made no effort to change it to another direction. “You mean you and another couple get together and… and swap is that it?”

“That’s right,” Susan said, giving him a big smile. “Larry and I do that quite often. I really enjoy it. I like to watch him with other women. Seeing him fuck someone else really turns me on.”

Jim sighed. Then he looked at her closely for the first time. Susan could see the blush rise on his cheeks. His eyes were glued to her caftan, alternating back and forth from her big lush titties down to her pussy and then back again.

"What are you staring at?” she asked softly. “What’s the matter? Don’t you like my outfit?”

“Uh… yeah. I mean… sure I do. It’s just… you can see… I mean with you standing by the light and everything…

Jim swallowed hard. He didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t want to come right out and tell Susan that he could see right through her caftan. That would be too embarrassing. He dropped his eyes and then he noticed something he hadn’t seen before. Where Susan’s caftan covered her titties he could see the dark points of her nipples perfectly. Down lower though, where her furry beaver should have been, there was no shadow for the hair. He stared speechlessly and wondered if she was wearing panties or something to cover her beaver. It looked like she didn’t have any hair at all down there. He just couldn’t get over it.

It looked really weird.

“What are you staring at?” Susan asked softly. “I want to know, Jim.”

Jim looked up again. He tried to keep his eyes on her face but they kept creeping back down to her pussy and back up again. He knew he was making a fool of himself, but he just couldn’t help it. He wanted to find out why there wasn’t any hair showing on her pussy.

Jim swallowed hard. He had to say something or Susan might get mad at him for staring. He didn’t seem to be able to stop staring, so he had to explain it some way so she wouldn’t be mad. He took a big gulp of his drink for courage and opened his mouth to tell her.

“I… I can see right through your dress,” he blurted out. “That’s why I’m staring.”

Susan laughed. “Well… if you can see right through it there isn’t much sense in my wearing it, is there? I might just as well take it off. I’m more comfortable without clothes anyway.”

“Oooooh,” Jim moaned. He had the feeling that he was no longer in control of the situation. He wasn’t sure he had ever been in control, even in the first place. He knew that he ought to play it safe and leave. He sure didn’t want to, though. He thought about Dawn and Larry. He was convinced that Dawn was having an affair with Larry. Why shouldn’t he sit right here and let Susan take off her dress? He was perfectly justified in doing that. If Larry had seen Dawn naked, he had the right to see Susan naked. That was only fair. He thought about the old phrase, turnabout is fair play. Well, he could hardly wait to get some of that fair play. He could tell that Susan was going to be a knockout with no clothes on.

Susan turned her back to him. She could hardly wait to see Jim’s expression when she turned back around completely naked. She bet that would shock him. She was sure he’d never seen anything like her pussy before.

Susan lifted the caftan up over her head and let it fall to the floor in a crushed pink heap. She could feel his eyes on her back. His gaze was like warm fingers running over her shoulders and back and buttcheeks. Then she turned around slowly and watched his face.

“Oh, Jesus!” Jim gasped. His eyes were riveted to her completely nude pussy. He looked like he was ready to jump up and come over to touch her hairless, soft mound.

Susan stifled the urge to giggle. Men always did that the first time they saw her bald pussy. It seemed to turn them on more than anything else about her.

She knew it reminded them of seeing a very young girl and the sight of her bald pussy mound never failed to make their cocks hard and aching. She could tell that Jim felt like that now. Without even thinking, he pressed his hand to his crotch and groaned.

“It… it… it doesn’t have any hair on it,” he groaned. “It’s bald! Jesus Christ! I never saw anything like it. It looks all sweet and everything. Oh, Jesus! I can hardly stand to look at it. It makes me want to… to…”

Jim’s voice trailed off. He swallowed miserably. His mouth opened and shut and he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

“I know what it makes you want to do,” Susan said, grinning at him wantonly.

“It makes you want to lick and suck on it, doesn’t it? It makes you want to stick your tongue right in there and lick between my pink cuntlips. Is that right, Jim? Is that what my bald pussy makes you want to do?”

“Ooooooh,” Jim groaned. “Yes! Jesus yes! Oh, please Susan… can I touch it? I know It’s not nice to want to lick it, but can I touch it just once? Pleeease?”

Susan laughed softly “I’d be terribly disappointed if you didn’t,” She admitted. “Besides, I think it’s nice to want to lick it. That makes me terribly horny, Jim. Whenever a man wants to lick my pussy, it makes me so hot I can hardly stand it. See how hot I am? Just look, Jim. I’ll let you see how hot you made me, saying you wanted to suck on my pussy.”

Susan moved a little closer. She spread her legs and moved her fingers slowly down toward her giistening pussymound. Then she licked her lips and spread out her delicate pink cuntlips with her finger. “Look at that, Jim,” she said.

“Just look at all that cream, just waiting for somebody to lick up. Do you want to do it, Jim? Would you like to lick up my hot pussycream for me?”

Jim made a noise like a wounded animal. He leaped to his feet and crossed the short distance between them with a bound. Then he started licking at her knees, working up her thighs with eager, long wet laps of his tongue.

“Mmmmmmm” Susan groaned. “That feels-so good. Let me stretch out here on the rug and you can really lick my pretty bald pussy. I’d really love that, Jim. I just love to have my pussy licked.”

Jim’s head cleared for an instant. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong. Men didn’t lick women’s pussies unless they were really loose women.

Susan was a wife. She shouldn’t enjoy having her pussy licked. That just wasn’t right. Wives didn’t enjoy perverted things like having their pussies licked.

That was only for kicks and wives shouldn’t crave kicks like that.

Jim groaned. He knew it was wrong, but he just had to do it. He couldn’t stand to see that beautiful bald pussy without licking it. He didn’t care about anything anymore. He just had to lick and, suck on her sweet, pink pussy whether it was wrong or not. He couldn’t be prudish with something as beautiful and tempting as a nude pussymound right in front of his face. He had to bury his face in her steamy fragrance and stick his tongue in between her squishy pussylips. He’d die if he didn’t do it. He knew he would. His cock was lurching so hard against the front of his pants that he could hardly stand it.

Jim reached up and spread the pretty pink cuntlips. He shivered a little as he saw the delicate tender tissues of her pussyflesh exposed. “God yes,” he murmured. “I’m gonna love sucking on your pussy.”

Downstairs in the recreation room everyone clustered around the intercom speaker. Dawn gave an excited gasp and her face broke into a huge smile. “I just can’t believe it,” she sighed. “He’s beginning to sound just like he did When we first darted sleeping together. Maybe it’s going to work after all.”