Gilda Grayson - The exhibitionist wife

… Then, he was moving, breaking the kiss, his body slithering down hers, his mouth kissing and licking, as he insinuated himself lower and lower, paying homage to each of her breasts, pausing for a moment to suck on each sensate nipple, then moving on down to the white plane of her belly, his tongue dipping teasingly into the shallow dimple of her navel before moving on down… down… and down…

There was no doubt in her mind as to what he intended to do. Oh, God! If he ever starts… licking me… th-there… I'll never be able to stop! It was true! Linda Sloan's educated tongue had taught her the pure delight of cunnilingus… and she knew her own explosive reaction to it. Then, Fred was there his face brushing against the golden sporran of her pubic mound, and it was just a matter of split-seconds until his mouth would be licking and sucking at her desperately wanting cunt.

"Oh, God, Fred! Don't do THAT… to m-me…!"

"Come on, Susan, baby, who're you trying to kid? This's what really turns you on… and you know it!" Fred grunted.

With a gloating grin of anticipation and triumph, he lifted her legs by the knees, pushing them back toward her chest and levering her thighs wide apart to expose the pink furrow of her cunt to his lewdly gazing eyes. He looked down to see her moisture bedewed inner petals flowering open slightly to expose the tight mouth of her vagina, the tender, coral flesh of the lining showing glistening and throbbing just inside the portal. Above, nestled in its own fleshy little valley, the short, pulsing length of her hardened clitoris peeped out at him, surrounded by the sparse ring of spun-gold pubic hair, while below, brownish, puckered crinklingly, was the nether portal of her anus, staring unwinkingly back at him.

"What a luscious, tight, little cunt!" Holden gloated, a look of pure animal lust contorting his face.

Ineffectually, she tried to close her legs to thwart him, but the pressure of his palms on the satiny inner sides of her white, smoothly tapered thighs was too great. Feeling the flood of humiliation and shame at the naked exposure of her loins to him, and the realization that she could do nothing to stop him caused her to groan aloud in her misery, as she watched his face with mounting horror, mixed with her own perverse anticipation of what was coming. "Oooooooohhhh! My God!"

With determined deciveness Fred Holden placed his thumbs on either side of the soft fleshy lips of her cunt and slowly spread them far apart, baring the innermost, pinkly tender flesh of her vaginal opening to his lust-inflamed eyes.

Susan whimpered audibly, as she raised her head to look down the valley between the mounds of her tingling breasts to see his face dipping downward toward the unprotected and helpless-to-resist, exposed flesh of her most secret and intimate womanliness, and she begged him with her tear-brimmed eyes not to make her an adulteress.

Her breath was stilled in her throat, as she heard his grunt of animalistic passion and saw his head descend the last inch, felt the hot vapor of his breath, just before his warm, sensuous lips touched the open mouth of her cunt and the moist length of his long, sinuously curling tongue slid into her expectant vaginal passage to probe and taste the inside of her cuntal mouth… and she recoiled automatically, her hips grinding down into the soft mattress to escape. OOooooohhh! God! It's really happening!

… And suddenly, she wanted it to happen. All of her resistance fled, and there was nothing but beautifully delicious sensations charging electrically through her.

"OOOoooh! OOOOOooooaaaauuuggghhh!" she moaned mewlingly. Damn you, Linda Sloan! God damn you… to hell and back!

"Can we look in your bedroom… to make sure, first?" Evelyn countered Ron's statement about wanting to burst in and catch his wife in the act.

"I don't know. The windows are kind of high in the bedroom…!" he told her. "But maybe I could get something to stand on…"

Walking softly, they stole up to the window, Ron carrying a folding aluminum chais lounge chair, which he placed on the ground and gingerly stood up on to test its stability. The added height brought his eyes up above the sill, and he could see directly into his and Susan's bedroom. Up to that instant, he was willing to disbelieve Evelyn Holden's story… but as the scene on the bed burned into his brain, he knew that it was true… every word of it!

"I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!" he hissed. "She's letting him eat her cunt… and she's never even let me do that!"

Evelyn was standing beside him now, gazing through the slight gap in the drapes. She saw her husband, Fred, his face buried down between Ron's wife's softly tapered thighs, and she knew exactly what the young wife was feeling. Down between her own thighs, she felt the warming fires of her arousal, the viscid moisture bedewing the opening of her vagina, and she hoped that her strategy would work to get the young husband aroused and ready to the point where he would have to take her sexually. He's virile… and handsome!

"… And, she really likes it, too… doesn't she…?" Evelyn observed in a murmured whisper close to his ear.

"Yeah… just like she did with her boss, Miss Sloan!" Ron said acidly. "Christ! I ought to go in there and bash both their heads in!"

"All women like it… like that!" Evelyn whispered.

"… Then, how is it, she's never let me do it to her…?"

"Maybe she didn't know… until…"

"Until that lesbian… taught her…?"

"Yes…" Fred's wife breathed. "… And, I suppose she's never sucked you… either…?"

"No! God damn it!"

Evelyn's free hand went down into the young husband's pocket. Ron felt it and looked over at her quizzically, asking, "What the hell…?"

Down among the change in his pants pocket, her fingers went exploring to find the fast-hardening shaft of his cock, feeling it throb to erect life as she fondled it through the cloth.

"Just checking…" she smiled up at him, "to see what effect that little scene on the bed… is having on you!"

Ron was shocked as her fingers inside his pocket caressed the pulsing length of his stiffening prick. It was totally unexpected. "What are you doing that for…?"

"To see whether you're interested…"

"… In you…?" he gasped. "You mean…?"

"Well… my husband's in there… making it with your wife… so…?" she smiled at him impishly.

"… And you want me… to…"

"Fuck me!" she finished for him, the four letter obscenity rolling off her tongue lewdly, as she gave his now hardened cock a meaningful squeeze.

"Hell! That doesn't make sense!"

"It'd serve them both right… especially if we let them catch us… too!"

Ron's massive erection jerked involuntarily against her hand in his pocket. "I'm beginning to see…" he whispered. Then, she was taking her hand out of his pocket and stepping down to the ground in front of him. With sure, knowing hands, Fred's wife reached out for the zipper of his pants fly, found the tab and pulled it down, the metallic sound loud in the heavy night air. "… And, I'll start taking care of you… right now!" she murmured, as her hand, smooth, white and dainty, dipped into his opened fly to bring forth his lancing cock.

He looked down at her where she stood, holding the massive shaft of his prick in her hand, felt the wash of the cool air over it, followed by the heat of her breath, as she unhesitatingly leaned forward to kiss the sensitive throbbing head, then, working the loose foreskin back, she smiled up at him and asked, "With a lovely monster cock like this… how is it you can't keep your wife satisfied…?"

His heart was beating a rapid tattoo in his chest, as he realized that she intended to suck his cock, but her two-edged question, a compliment and a criticism, cut him to the quick. Looking in at the scene of his wife and Evelyn's husband on the bed, he saw the contorted look of passion on his wife, Susan's face, as her hands groped down to the sandy hair of Fred Holden's head, her finger entangling in it to pull his mouth in tighter to her heated and demanding cunt.