Jane Fox - The horny wives

"We could always go out to the singles bar and pick up a couple of studs," Lydia suggested, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "If our husbands won't fuck us, I'll bet there are plenty of guys that will!"

"No way!" Betsy argued vehemently. "We might get caught and I'm not about to give up my nice comfortable house and marriage for one night in the sack!"

Betsy was just thinking about bringing up the possibility of other kinds of satisfaction, including, naturally, her own brand of woman-love, when Marylou jumped up so suddenly that she almost upset the chair.

"I've got it!" Marylou screamed happily. "I've got the answer to all our problems! We can have a ball and still hang on to our precious little ole marriages. No one will ever know how y'all get your jollies if y'all do exactly as I say!"

Betsy and Lydia leaned forward eagerly. Marylou certainly had their full attention. If there was some way of having their cake and eating it, too, Betsy and Lydia were all for it!

"Y'all know those weird kind of underground newspapers?" Marylou asked. "Well, we could answer one of those ads for guys to come out and fuck us. It'll be strictly business. What do y'all think of that?"

Not more than an hour passed before the three horny women were again seated at Lydia's kitchen table, a copy of Shaft spread open before them. All three women scanned the classified ads eagerly and Betsy gasped. "Listen to this!" she remarked and began to read aloud: "LONELY? CALL KURT AT 828-7756. EXPERT AT FRENCH LOVE. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED! ALL REPLIES CONFIDENTIAL!"

"Sounds good," Lydia commented, giggling in excitement. "What's French love, though?"

Marylou almost fell of the chair with laughter. "French love? Why that's lickin' pussy, honey," she explained. "Don't tell me y'all didn't know that?"

Lydia blushed, beet-red. It was easy to tell that she hadn't known what French love meant. Betsy gasped in excitement.

"That really does sound perfect!" she remarked, feeling a warm flush spread over her face as well.

Marylou managed to stop laughing long enough to sputter, "How about calling this Kurt right now? I'm sure hankerin' for some of that good ole French love!"

"You try it first and let us know how everything turns out," Betsy suggested, a little quaver appearing in her voice. She was already getting nervous about calling a strange man and inviting him to come over and lick her pretty pink pussy.

"Y'all got cold feet already?" Marylou questioned, eyeing her two friends. Betsy and Lydia blushed.

"I'm a little nervous, too," Lydia answered her. "How do we know we won't get some kind of pervert or sex maniac or something?"

"Shit! I never even thought of that!" Betsy added, her face falling into a disappointed expression. "What if this Kurt tries to get rough or something?"

Marylou giggled again. "So I'm the only one with the guts to do it, huh?" she challenged. "Me y'all tellin' me that it's all up to little ole me?"

Betsy and Lydia exchanged glances, looking a little embarrassed about their lack of courage. They nodded in agreement. Then Lydia's face lit up again.

"I know what we can do!" she exclaimed in glee. "You call up Kurt, Marylou, and Betsy and I will hide in the closet and watch. Then, if the guy tries anything funny, we'll come out and help you get rid of him."

"That's a good idea!" Betsy agreed. "Then, if everything is all right, we can get in on the act, too. How about it, Marylou? Will you try him out if you know that Lydia and I will be right there to back you up?"

"Sure!" Marylou answered, grinning. "Maybe y'all will get so hot and bothered watching, that you'll get it on in the closet. We could save a lot of money that way!"

Betsy blushed again. "I won't be silly, Marylou!" she answered a little too quickly, aware that another blush was spreading over her face. Sometimes it seemed as if Marylou could read her mind.

Lydia and Betsy sat quietly while Marylou went to use the phone. They carefully avoided each other's eyes. Both women were nervous but they were tremendously excited as well. Betsy could scarcely keep her hands from dropping under the table to feel her moist, throbbing pussy. She knew that Lydia was probably having the same kinds of feelings but she didn't dare say anything yet. She was going to wait until Lydia was all turned on by watching Marylou and this guy with the French love and then she'd make her move!

When Marylou came back to the kitchen, she was whooping in excitement. "He'll do it!" she hollered. "It's time for cock, girls! He sounds really neat over the phone and he says he's got a tongue that never gets tired. I'd better hurry and get my work done. He's goin' to meet me here at two!"

Betsy and Lydia just sat there and stared at each other after Marylou left. "Do you really think she'll go through with it?" Betsy finally asked, not believing that such a kinky adventure was actually happening to them.

"She sure sounds like it!" Lydia replied, shaking her head in wonder. "I wouldn't have the nerve to do it first. She's had to put up with Henry for all these years, though. He's a real stick in the mud! No wonder Marylou's ready for kicks!"

Betsy got up to go. "I'd better check in at home," she said, starting out the door. "It sounds like we're going to have one hell of an afternoon!"

"I just don't believe it," Lydia mumbled.

She stacked the dirty coffee cups in the dishpan. Then her slim hand wandered down to her still-hungry pussy and rubbed gently at the hard, little nub of her throbbing clitty.

"I don't know if I'll make it until this afternoon," she murmured, tweaking her little protruding love button with her thumb and finger. "I'm so horny right now, just thinking about it, that I'm almost ready to jump out of my skin!"

"Just act natural!" Betsy instructed as Lydia's doorbell rang. It was precisely two o'clock and Kurt was prompt. "Remember, we'll be right in the closet if you need us."

Marylou held up her hand in a sign. "Just don't pant so loud that he hears you," she whispered, giving the girls a chance to rush to the bedroom and get settled in the partially open closet before she answered the door.

When Marylou caught a glimpse of Kurt through the window, she gasped in pleasure. He was the most gorgeous hunk of man she had ever seen! He looked like a movie star, tall and rugged-looking. "I'm glad y'all declined bein' first!" she murmured under her breath and opened the door.

"Marylou?" the tall, good-looking man asked as she opened the door. "I'm Kurt." He took in the lush curves of Marylou's body in one bold glance. "I certainly hope you're Marylou!" he said, grinning.

"You bet your sweet ass I'm Marylou!" Marylou answered. "Come right on in! I'm certainly glad to see you."

Kurt chuckled. "I don't usually get such beautiful clients," he commented, winking at Marylou who was giggling like a schoolgirl. "My rate is twenty a session," he said, dispensing with business immediately. "Of course, I don't charge anything at all if you aren't satisfied with me."

Marylou threw back her head and laughed wildly. "I can't imagine anyone not being satisfied with you!" she replied, a lewd grin spreading over her face. "I'll bet y'all never had to give anyone's money back."

Kurt laughed good-naturedly. "No," he answered, "not yet. But I guess there's always a first time. I don't think we'll have the problem, though, do you?"

Marylou shook her head. She could already feel her pussy-juice flowing freely, soaking her hot, aching cunt.

"We shouldn't have any problem at all if what you said over the phone is true," she retorted. "You said you had a highly educated tongue. Does that mean you like to eat hot pussy?"

"You bet I do!" Kurt replied, licking his lips suggestively. "Any particular place you prefer, or would you like it right here on the couch?"