John Reskind - Kappy

No… it could be considerably worse, and she'd been acting like a child… anything but a wife… and her sweet, roughly-handsome young husband deserved so much more. God, how she loved him! To make him happy was all that she dreamed of. If… if only she knew more of the secret, intimate ways… perhaps then she could do them for him! Why didn't he show her? Ask her? Force her…? Anything…?

"Oh, darling," Jean whispered as he gently rolled her thin, almost transparent panties down over her hips to fall in a silken pile at her feet, then drew her naked young body back on top of him while he lowered himself onto the bed.

"Yes…?" he prodded with a grinning hiss.

"I-I-I love you!" she gasped kissing him hungrily and writhing her moistened vagina downward against the length of the hard throbbing penis inside his shorts. "God, I love you, darling!"

He twisted his mouth free, still grinning. "I know all of that… but now the question is, how bad do you want to get fucked?"

"Oh… oh, God?" Jean gasped, the sudden wild sensations racing through her belly and loins at the wickedly lewd sound of his use of the forbidden four-letter word making her forget all else but his presence and the delicious feel of his hard, virile cock nestled in the soft, smooth flesh of her lower belly and sparsely-haired young pubic mound. Sensuously, she squirmed her hips and buttocks in an effort to work the long, cloth-hampered shaft of hardened flesh up between the pouting lips of her slowly moistening vagina. "Anyway… anyway, only do it, darling! Love me! Make me happy! Oh… oh, please don't stop until… until…"

"Until…?" he questioned, puzzled.

Frustrated, Jean sensed her cheeks flushing and stammered: "Oh… just hurry, darling… please get those terrible clothes off…!"

Max Keele chuckled an obscene little sound as he watched the closed-circuit TV screen and with open lewdness rubbed the swollen heavy member bulging the front of his dressing gown. He lay relaxed on the massive bed of the elegant room, the raven-haired, ivory-skinned enchantress beside him as devoid of clothing beneath the sheer negligee as was he, her exquisite, statuesque body sensuously visible through the black, filmy negligee. With obviously excited eyes she watched and listened to the intimate bedroom performance unfolding before her, while she gently stroked the great head of the German shepherd lying on the floor beside her. Like her husband, Maggie Keele was reveling in the act of playing voyeur to their newly acquired domestics' lovemaking.

"That delicious little bitch," the powerfully built, gray-haired man half-whispered licentiously. "Look at her squirm that luscious little ass! I knew it when I first laid eyes on her in Lannigan's office. She's got it all, baby, and that dumb punk husband of hers can't turn it on." Again, he let out a lurid chuckling sound. "You ever see prettier titties, or a more devastating pair of thighs? And on top of that, she's a natural blonde. Mmmmm, just look at those little golden curls sprinkled over that tight young pussy… doesn't that make your mouth water though?"

"Wow!" his severely beautiful-faced wife exclaimed with a sensual titter of her own; then, addressing the animal beside her: "Daddy's going right out of his skull, Kappy! Maybe he won't be able to wait and try to seduce her… we might just have a rape on our hands."

Max rolled his head to gaze over at his voluptuous mate, noting with an appraising lecherous eye the white, smooth flesh of one naked raised leg bent at the knee, and the full, rounded shapeliness of its firm thigh. The enticing display sent a ripple of lust from his groin to his belly and he felt his heavy cock lurch inside the robe. Hell, even at forty she could still put women half her age to shame with that body, he realized, and on top of that she knew how, and loved to use it. They made the perfect match all right; she was as lecherous as was he, which fostered the ideal arrangement with both of them enjoying their extramarital activities whenever and however they chose.

Then, there was the Spaxtons, the supposedly social club for influential politicos and wealthy notables that was in reality a swinging sex circle they had secretly founded together and that met once a week; and if that wasn't enough to handle her drive, she always had the never-absent dog by her side that he had given her… a present from Dave Archer down-state, and truly a remarkable animal out of the noble sire, Kaptain. Hell, the brute would have cost a fortune to buy, but he'd done a turn or two for the Parksburg Police Chief.

"Don't try to tell me you aren't spurred by a sexy young body like hers, baby… especially a teenager," Max taunted with a lewd grin. "Remember me, your all-knowing husband?"

For a moment, Maggie didn't answer him. Not that his pointed remark bothered her in the least; their shared understanding of varied sexual pleasure was too profound for such nonsense. The fact of the matter was that although the breathtaking blonde teenager… who at that precise moment was gasping passionately over the speaker system as her young husband wormed his surprisingly thick, lengthy cock into her nakedly open little pussy… had inspired lascivious sensations down inside her own vagina at the mere sight of her delicious nakedness, it was the long-haired, youthful husband she couldn't keep her eyes from.

"For the time being I'll leave the little blonde dolly to my all-knowing husband's satyrical lust," Maggie finally replied as she continued to fondle and pet Kappy's gallant-looking head. "And in lieu of her I'll gear my feminine wiles toward the bedding of that lanky young boy with the astonishingly man-sized cock." With that, she raised her head, fluffing up the pillow beneath to better watch the erotically piqueing intimacy taking place on the screen before them. "My God, you'll have to admit that it is an unexpected wonder, Max!" she exclaimed, her breath catching in her throat jealously as a low, deep-throated groan came over the sound system and she could see the full, blood-inflated head of the young boy's cock working sensuously at the thin, hair-lined pussy lips of his widespread wife.

"Oh, God," the teenage girl gasped as the huge, excitedly pulsing tip penetrated the tight elasticized mouth of her moistened, pink vagina, visibly stretching the small, visibly quivering opening as it wormed its way into her with the help of her young husband's guiding hand.

"Oh… OOOHHH GOD, DARLING… IT'S SO BIG… SO TERRIBLY BIG," Jean's whimpering, almost breathless voice came with clarity through the speaker to the pair of lecherous voyeurs watching lustfully from their elaborate bed. "Oh… OOOHHH PLEASE, NOT TOO FAST, LOVER… IT HURTS YET…"

"The little bitch hasn't seen anything!" Max Keele rasped goatishly. "Wait till she gets a few inches of this baby crammed up into that little cunt!"

Maggie Keele was too mesmerized by the lust-arousing scene to drag her eyes from the screen, but she knew her husband had grasped his own massive penis and was stroking it, and then, subconsciously, she was aware of her slender hands caressing her own slowly swelling breasts, plucking at their hardened ruby-like nipples through the diaphanous film of her negligee while tiny, butterfly-like sensations began to run rampant in her loins and belly. Beside her, Kappy had gotten to his feet and was whining and staring at her because of the loss of her petting hand, but she temporarily paid him no attention either.

God, there was something about the boy that excited her to no end. His cock alone would normally be enough… the young virile length and thickness of it… but there was more about him that seemed to kindle deeper sensations of desire than she'd known for ages… his roughly-handsome face perhaps… or was it the lankiness of him, as her father had been… Yes! That was it! God, he even resembled the pictures she vaguely remembered of her incestuous, wealthy father in his younger years! That was the crux of it all! He was the image of her Daddy that she wanted to remember… the first man ever to make love to her, a night she could recall vividly after her mother's death… she had been thirteen that first time, but there had been many, many more such beautiful nights… and then that bitch had come into their house to steal him away from her… just as the blonde little slut on the screen intended to do… only this time it would be different! The hand that wielded the power belonged to her, Maggie Keele! Yes, yes… she was going to possess her daddy this time, body and soul, and the young blonde intruder, even if she was his wife, was going to suffer! Oh, how she was going to suffer for all the unhappiness the one like her had caused her…!