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"Fill me with cum, Duane!" Melinda screamed.

Both cocks were jumping hotly by then, and scorching jism erupted into both steaming cunts. The two sluts shrieked with joy as more contractions belted through their blazing pussies.

It took only a few minutes for Melinda, Susan, and Duane to tell Howard about all the other sucking and fucking they'd been doing recently, including the action with Cindy and Wally.

Howard whistled in amazement. "I take it that your good old husband Kent knows nothing about any of that," he said to Melinda.

"Of course he doesn't," Melinda replied.

"Say, has Kent heard about your striptease over here the other night?" Howard asked.

"Yeah, he heard about it yesterday," said Melinda, "and we had a big argument about it last night. Then he stopped speaking to me. There's no telling how long it'll be before he talks to me again."

Howard looked thoughtful. "I know that Kent's more narrow-minded than I've ever been," he said, "but I still got awfully narrow minded for a few minutes today when I found Susan and Duane fucking. But then you people roped me in and made me like your kind of wildness. Maybe we could do the same thing for Kent."

"No, I'm afraid it wouldn't work with him," Melinda said. "There's no way he'd ever go for it."

It was Saturday afternoon before something happened to make Melinda change her mind.

Kent had said no more than a dozen words to her since their argument Monday night, and he hadn't smiled at her even once. She was starting to think that seducing Kent into the wild life was the only way to save their marriage, but she was still convinced that the seduction attempt would fail. Then Saturday afternoon came along.

Melinda, Cindy and Susan, each dressed in a spectacularly revealing string-bikini, side by side in Melinda's back yard to get some sun and to talk. After sunning their topsides, they turned over onto their bellies, and untied their bikini-tops so that the strings wouldn't block the sun's rays.

Five minutes later, Kent and Wally came outside to mow the grass. It was a chore they always split. Kent came over to the three sluts. At first, Melinda did not look up.

"Uh, I guess you three will have to move after awhile," Kent said. "But, uh, there's no hurry. We won't mow this part of the yard until last."

Melinda thought that was odd. She'd expected him to order them to move right away, maybe over into Susan's yard where their practically naked bodies would be away from his virtuous eyes. Then she realized that he was still standing there, and she looked up. Looking embarrassed, Kent backed away quickly, and went with Wally to get the lawn mower out of the garage. Melinda was stunned. Kent had been ogling all three sets of huge tits pressed down against the towels on the ground. He'd even been gazing at Cindy's tits. And there had been lust in his eyes.

Melinda smiled and started thinking.

As Kent mowed the grass, he looked often at the three sluts, and, whenever Wally took over the mowing for a while, Kent came and sat down near the three of them and talked and stared at their tits.

Melinda decided that maybe Kent had just needed the right kind of shock, the kind that Duane had given her a short time ago, that day when she'd seen him lifting weights with his shirt off.

At 8:30 that night, Melinda, Cindy, and Wally were in Wally's room upstairs. Melinda and Cindy were still wearing their string bikinis. Kent had sneaked furtive looks at their tits all through supper that night and hadn't complained about their skimpy attire. Kent was downstairs in the living room now, watching a baseball game on television.

Melinda checked her watch. "Okay, Cindy," she said. "It's time for you to get downstairs. Susan should be knocking on the back door just about a minute from now."

"All right, I'm on the way," Cindy answered. She headed downstairs.

Cindy stopped in the living room, said hi to her father, and asked what the score of the game was. He told her. Then a knock came at the back door. "I'll get it, Daddy," Cindy said and went to the back door and let Susan in.

Susan, too, was still wearing her string bikini.

"We're in luck. He's sitting on the couch," Cindy whispered. She left the back door open. Together, they went into the living room.

"Hi, Kent," Susan said.

"Hello, Susan," said Kent, looking at the two sluts appreciatively, and lustfully. "Melinda's upstairs."

"Yeah, she and Wally are watching a movie on Wally's TV," Cindy put in.

"Looks like right here's the place for me, then," Susan said. "I came over hoping to see the baseball game. Over at my place, Howard's watching a boxing match, and Duane's watching some kind of bodybuilding or weight-lifting show."

"It's Saturday night and Duane doesn't have a date?" Kent asked. "That's odd, especially since Wally and Cindy don't, either."

"Well, in Duane's case, he decided that he'd fucked enough cunts for this week," Susan answered merrily.

When Kent looked shocked, she plopped down on the couch beside him, pressing her lush body against him. He looked more shocked.

"Hey, lighten up!" she told him. "From the way you stared at our big old titties this afternoon, I thought you were coming out of your shell."

"I wasn't, staring at your-your breasts," Kent said.

"Titties," Susan said insistently.

"T-titties," Kent stammered. "I wasn't staring at them."

"Nonsense! Of course you were!" Susan said. "Why deny it? It's not bad! Hell, Cindy, let's really give him something to stare at!"

Kent's shock deepened as both sluts quickly took off their bikinis, leaving themselves naked. Susan snatched up one of his hands and pulled him deep into one of her huge tits.

Cindy sat down on the other side of him, grabbed his other hand, and pulled it between her full thighs, pressing it against her moist pussy lips. She pushed part of his middle finger into her hot young cunt. Kent's eyes bulged out almost impossibly far. The crotch of his pants rose as his cock swiftly hardened.

"Uh! Uh, this is wrong! It's immoral!" Kent said. "My God, Melinda's right upstairs! And, Susan, you're her best friend! Cindy you're my daughter!" As he talked, Susan's free hand was busy unzipping his pants and pulling out his big stiff prick. He looked down in disbelief as Susan caressed it. "Oh, God, well all go to hell!"

"No, Daddy! Heaven!" Cindy whispered. And she and Susan lowered their heads and started licking his turgid cock.

"Oohh!" he groaned in pleasure. "Wait what'll Melinda say?"

"Oh, I don't guess I'll say much," Melinda replied. Kent's head swung around. Melinda was standing in the doorway, Wally beside her. Both of them were naked, having stripped off their clothes before going downstairs. Kent started to get up, but Cindy wrapped her burning lips around his cock and went all the way down, taking his prickhead into her throat, and he stayed on the couch.

"What's going on here?" he cried.

"Looks like an orgy to me," said Howard Brophy as he and Duane strolled into the living room from the kitchen. They'd entered the kitchen through the open back door a minute after Cindy had let Susan in. "Come on, Son, let's get naked and join the fun."

Kent gaped at everybody. Cindy slid her lips up and down the full length of his cock a few times. Then she pulled her head away, and Susan took his cockhead into her mouth and lashed his prick wildly with her tongue. He squirmed with delight but kept gaping. Howard and Duane took off their clothes. Melinda walked over to the TV and turned it off.

"I don't guess you'll need to go to church tomorrow, hubby," Melinda said. "You're doing your whorsipping tonight at the altar of flesh! May the Goddess of love bless us all!" She clapped her hands. "Okay, let's do this right!" She gave instructions, and everybody did as she said.