David Brown - The suck wives

"Jesus Christ!" Karen, suddenly remembering, jumped out of the pool and came running toward her friend. "I forgot all about 'em!" she gasped, shaking her hair dry. "What the fuck we gonna do?" she asked, flustered. "I even forgot what time they're due back!"

"Calm down, girl!" Diane finished her cigarette and tossed it in the grass. "We still have a few hours to get dressed, go home, and freshen up. They're not due back 'til three, ya know."

"Three o'clock!" Karen sighed deeply and gave a low whistle. "What time is it, hon?" she asked.

"It's not even eleven o'clock yet." Diane grasped the wrist of a young man who lay on a chaise lounger near the pool and checked his watch. "It's ten forty-five," she corrected. "We have plenty of time."

The girls walked toward the rear of the mansion.

"Ya know," giggled Karen, "I forgot all about everything!"

"I know," replied the blonde. "So did I."

"We've had a lotta fun, haven't we, honey?"

Diane smiled at her friend. "We had more fun the past few days than we ever had," she replied.

They went inside and looked for Paul.

"Let's do it again," suggested Karen.

Diane stopped in her tracks. She stared at her friend and looked at her in puzzlement. "D'ya think we have enough juice left to do this all over again?" she asked curiously.

"I do," laughed the brunette. "So do you."

"Yep," replied Diane. "So do I."

They started walking again.

"Just imagine," reflected Karen dreamily. "In less than four days we were picked up, fucked, tied up, robbed, raped, picked up again, taken to a party, fucked a hundred times, flicked at some lounge, eaten, sucked, picked up again, taken to an orgy, tied up again, raped more times than I can remember, fucked, sucked, eaten, and God knows what else!" She laughed with pleasure.

Diane laughed heartily.

A few minutes later, they found Paul. He was lying on a couch in one of the big rooms, eating some redhead's cunt while another girl was busy sucking on his prick.

Karen squealed and said, "I'm gettin' wet all over again!"

"Cool it," replied the blonde. "We don't have the time."

They went over to Paul and asked if he would mind taking them home.

"Christ!" he snapped incredulously. "Can't ya wait 'til I'm done here?"

"You promised," warned Karen.

"All right," he aid, sighing. "Gimme a few minutes. I'll be ready in no time." He went back to the redhead's cunt. She immediately squealed and rubbed her juicy snatch against his face.

The girls went to find their clothing, which was right where they had left it. They went into the big bathroom downstairs and proceeded to clean up.

Ten minutes later, they went outside to wait for Paul.

He came outside a few minutes later and drove them straight home.

The girls, by two o'clock in the afternoon, were in the apartment, waiting for their husbands.

Paul had brought them home at eleven, turned the car around, and beaded back to the estate. Going upstairs, the two threw their clothing in the laundry and went to the shower. They spent nearly half an hour washing themselves, going over every square inch of their bodies, before stepping out and drying themselves off.

It took them nearly an hour to dry their hair and get it to look as it had looked four days previously, before their husbands had left. The hard part was getting out all the dirt, sweat, and jisni that had completely saturated their hair from the orgy at the estate.

However, they had plenty of time and, before they knew it, they were relaxing in their skimpy swimsuits on the terrace.

At precisely three o'clock, the door opened and their husbands rushed in, setting down their suitcases and searching for their wives.

The girls jumped up from their seats and ran into their arms. Karen clung tightly to George, who picked his wife up and covered her face and neck with kisses. Rick kissed Diane passionately and, picking her up, carried over to the couch.

"Miss me?" he asked, kissing her again.

"Mmmmmm!" Diane wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed deeply. "Why the fuck d'ya have to leave us this long?" she asked angrily.

"My job," he explained, kissing her again. George took Karen over to the chair and made her sit on his lap. "I hate to ruin things now," he said, "but…"

"Cool it!" warned Rick angrily. "We've got plenty of time for that!"

"For what?" asked Diane.

"Yeah," replied Karen, growing suspicious. "Tell us, for Christ's sake."

George shrugged. "Well, it's like this…" He looked at the girls and then at Rick. Sighing, he said, "We gotta go out again."

"When?" asked Karen.

"Wednesday," replied Rick. "To Detroit." He looked at Diane, who was growing angry. "But it's only for three days," he added quickly. "We'll be back Saturday."

The girls looked miserably at each other. Karen looked at her husband, scowled, and looked back at Diane. That's right, honey, she thought, hoping her friend would sense her thoughts. That's right, baby. The estate again. This week. For another orgy!

Karen turned and went to fix drinks.

"Let's not let this bit of news ruin anything," suggested George. "After all, we are makin' a hwlluva lotta money."

The girls both muttered something the men could not hear.

"Dummy!" whispered Rick fiercely at his friend. "Why did ya have to go and tell 'em so soon?"

George shrugged and looked innocent.

Karen brought the drinks.

For the next few minutes, they sat quietly, smoking and sipping their drinks. On several occasions the men tried to make polite conversation, but the girls did not seem to be in the mood.

Smiling at Karen, George went over to her seat, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom. "I'll get you out of this bad mood," he said, laughing and kissing her.

Will you? thought Karen looking at him.

Rick sat looking at his wife as he finished his drink. "Ya know," he said, looking at the woman's gorgeous, half-naked body. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea to me." He took his wife's eager hand and led her into the other bedroom.

Karen lay on her back, watching George as he undressed. She was still wearing her skimpy bikini.

Naked, he approached the bed and sat down. He looked his wife up and down and smiled at her proudly. "You're beautiful," he said, his hand resting on her thigh. "Absolutely beautiful."

"Cut the bullshit," she shot back at him. "Cut the fuckin' bullshit and stick your fuckin' cock inside me!"

She flipped over on her stomach and waited for him to untie the straps of her bikini top. He did it quickly and waited for her to flip over again. Once freed, her perfect round boobs sprang outward and upward, even though she lay on her back. She looked at his wide-open eyes and giggled softly. "Did ya miss 'em?" she asked.

George could not help himself. His hands shot right for his wife's fits, covering them and feeling them grow warmer in his palms. The nipples stuck out. He took them between his fingers and squeezed them. His wife moaned and squirmed uneasily.

"Nobody," he said, "has knockers like these…" His voice was a hush growl. Suddenly he leaped forward and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it and Karen could feel the hot wetness gathering thickly between her legs.

"Please," she whispered thickly, squirming beneath him. "Take off my pants, darling!"

Sitting up, George pulled off her panties and shoved them roughly dawn her thighs. She kicked them off and parted her thighs.

George eyed the chestnut-colored cunt eagerly. She was already wet and hot. He covered it with his hand, rubbing it. The hot stickiness of her snatch had caused his hard prick to throb heavily between his legs.

Getting up, he positioned himself between her spread legs, bent down, and began kissing her everywhere. Karen moaned and gyrated her hips rhythmically. She felt the storms thrashing about within her. Dizziness erupted inside her head, and the room began spinning.