Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. II

Christ, he thought, what in hell am I doing here? Victory celebration? God, it was deteriorating into a complete debauchery! He was no prude, but there were limits. He stood near the doorway staring at the sprawled couples around the room and on the floor. Some were locked in lewd embraces, hands disappearing under skirts and inside the fronts of trousers. The next steps, he supposed, were to the bedrooms… and no one seemed to be with his or her own wife or husband… A hand touched his arm and he jumped, startled. It was Dianne, smiling.

"A real gem, isn't she? Carla Morse, the County Attorney's wife," Dianne said, shaking her head. "Lord, if I had a body like that I'd never show it to anyone."

"It's disgusting," said Phillip. "Where's Mark? Does he sanction this sort of thing?"

"Ooooh, don't get all worked up, Darling," she teased. "They're just blowing off a little steam after working so hard for the cause. No harm done; besides, it's these little episodes that help me keep them in line whenever they get goody-goody reformation ideas. I show them a few pictures of themselves taken during their less inhibited moments. It work wonders, Darling."

Phillip stared at her. Her lovely face was widened in smile. He said: "Where's Mark? I can't believe that he agrees with this sort…"

"Mark agrees with what I tell him to agree with, Lover," she answered him, a certain iciness creeping into her tone and eyes. "Anyway," she shrugged, "He's drunk as usual. You'll find him passed out in the study."

"Drunk?"

"Quite." After a moment, her expression warmed again. She caught at his hand. "Now, come with me. Let's get away from this proletarian rabble for a little quiet chat and session of our own, Darling. I'm beginning to feel the need for some love and affection, aren't you?"

"I-I don't know what I feel… after seeing this miserable exhibition," he said, his brow furrowed. Thoughts of Laurie came to mind, followed immediately by a brief interval of confused shame. Cripes, did he know what he was doing, or didn't he?

"Come along… we'll have a drink," Dianne said, leading him off toward the stairway and second floor. "I think we both need it."

He let her guide him to her bedroom. Once inside the closed door she put her arms around his neck and pressed close to him eagerly. Her pelvis, thighs, breasts ground hotly into him: she kissed him with open mouth. It was all he needed. He drew her to him and his lips came moistly down on hers, drawing them into his mouth and then crushing them back against her teeth. He held it long and hard, abruptly feeling the spasmodic jerk where his loins pressed into the soft flesh of her belly. Already, his prick was erect and wanting. Fuck, he thought, what else mattered, anyway?

She reached down between their bodies and stroked his trousers covered rod lustfully. "Mmmmm," she whispered. "It feels nice and hard and beautiful tonight, Lover I… I think I'm going to suck it first… yes, as a matter of fact, I'm certain of it. Come, let's get our clothes off… or would you rather have that drink instead?"

She was teasing him. He crushed her to him and kissed her again, the feel of her voluptuous body erotically against his own aiding his answers.

"To hell with the drink," he said, raspily. "I like your other idea better."

"You mean, the one where I take your delicious cock in my mouth and suck the love juice right out of it?" she whispered, her breath hot in his face.

"Christ!" he gasped, his prick beginning to jerk achingly inside his imprisoning shorts. "Get those Godamned clothes off!" And he began to pull at his own.

The leased Coleman house was large enough to support a four-car garage and ample parking area around it. Byron Acker found a place there and switched off the lights and engine. In the darkness, Laurie looked over at him; she could make out only his outline. He was moving toward her across the seat. She waited receptively, anticipating. He drew her gently to him and kissed her. Little sparkles of pleasure trickled through her. His was not the first alien kiss she had ever known, but she couldn't recall ever desiring one more… the very excitement of its infidelity causing her to tremble.

Once more, his big hands moved caressingly over her breasts and buttocks and thighs. Boldly, she traced the rigidness of his prick with her fingers, shivering at its length and thickness, and she felt the sudden tensing in her breasts as the nipples were smashed tight against his chest.

"God… I can't wait, Baby… I've got to fuck you!" he hissed, and suddenly she felt his hand moving beneath her dress between her thighs, even upward beyond the tops of her nylons, over the soft hot flesh of her creamy smooth inner thighs. She couldn't… didn't want to stop him. Slowly, she spread open to his exploring hand. She felt its gentle warmth pressure against the sheerness of her panties at the delicately pouting mound, lurching spasmodically at the contact. She lay back into the corner of the seat, pulling him atop of her.

"Christ!" he gasped. "Is it all right, Baby? Please… I don't want to do anything wrong…"

"Wrong…? Darling…" she whispered, taking his face between her hands and kissing his mouth with a warm, wet, open lips. "Y-You couldn't do anything wrong to me tonight."

"God Almighty," he groaned.

She felt his hands, both of them now, moving over her hips in search of the waistband of her panties. Everything… all, was being done in unbroken continuity; she felt like a young girl being seduced for the first time by her one true love. She was wild with the pleasurable excitement of it, knowing that she would die if he ever stopped now. She whimpered and lifted her buttocks to help him as he rolled the snug little bikini briefs down over her hips and along her thighs until she was free of them. She spread her legs wider and he slithered half onto the seat and floor between them. His mouth sought hers, his tongue probing wetly between her lips; she sucked on it gently, letting her body flow upward into his in the darkness.

And then, he was kissing her eyes and nose and ears and neck, gradually moving down away from her toward the naked heat smothering her loins spread so receptively before him, her dress bunched around her waist, her belly tingling with the thought of the rapture to come. She moaned aloud as his hands slid beneath her buttocks and his mouth kissed and sucked at the soft smooth flesh of her belly… ever moving downward… into the light entanglement of her silken, pubic hair. Tenderly, he nipped and lewd sensations bathed her.

In his two hands he held the magnificent cheeks of her full rounded buttocks. His thumbs curled down between her legs and lay on either side of the soft hairlined flanges of her cunt. God, how he wished he could visualize with seeing eye this delectable sight. She moaned in anticipation… Christ, she was so young and lovely… taut, smooth and warm… he was going to go out of his mind if he didn't take her soon.

Tenderly, he pressed her thighs wide, wide apart and Laurie felt him haunching there; her breath shortened until she whined as she sensed his skilled fingers spreading the fleshy, light hair-covered lips of her vagina open, and the cool air seeped in against her there. She waited breathlessly until his tongue suddenly flicked into her, the wet tip licking teasingly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb wildly. She felt his thumbs lowering and then he pressed the opening of her vagina wide apart; once more she held her breath while his tongue trailed down through the moist throbbing slit… and suddenly shot into the hot, raw flesh of her pussy.

Laurie squirmed uncontrollably at the sudden, wet contact, automatically reaching down to run her hands through his hair, locking behind his head to pull his face hard into her crotch. She felt his tongue rotating maddeningly inside her and she moaned and cooed aloud to him.