William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

"That's right, Howie baby. That bedroom's wired for sound. Now you believe me?"

Norma plunged back to her task, finding no interference from the frozen, horrified young husband. She slaved over his cock, enjoying listening to the words herself. Howard moaned as if in some fever, thrashing his head back and forth and unconsciously thrusting his loins upwards to meet Norma's wildly milking mouth. Oh, God, how could Cindy be allowing that to happen to her, allow another man to suck her cunt? He wished he could see them. Was his wife straddling his boss with her legs open? Was she lying on her back spread-eagled with her legs open out wide? His tortured mind painted a thousand lewd scenes of Cindy with her legs splayed obscenely out over the sides of the bed while Ralph Taylor, that bastard, plundered her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and mouth…

Cindy had waited with tingling anticipation for Howard's return, and when the bed lowered with the weight of a man's body, she assumed it was her husband. Her head was swimming, a whirlpool of blurred thoughts and emotions, fired by the lust-provoking pictures, the aphrodisiac rum and absinthe, and her newfound sexual freedom.

"Oooooh, God," she suddenly groaned, for there was the feel of wet, moist lips gently nibbling one tender nipple. She quivered from the unexpected sensation and dropped her hand down the smooth skin of the man beside her, rubbed the palpitating belly for a moment, and then plunged to her goal.

Ralph fastened tighter on his salesman's wife's breast, beginning a gentle sucking pressure against it. His hands lightly coursed over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs, and then his tongue trailed down over her now quivering belly, his penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing soft mewls of pleasure from Howie's wife, and then he moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. Cindy felt her thighs being pressed gently open and she made no resistance as he haunched down between them. She sucked her breath as his fingers spread the soft hair-covered lips of her vagina and the coolness of the mountain air touched her there. His tongue flicked forward, the tip tossing the tiny bud of her clitoris, and then he spread the opening of her cunt wide with his fingertips and dropped his tongue from her clitoris and thrust it deep into the pink, moist flesh of her pussy.

"OOOhhhhhh," she moaned, and he held his tongue still for a moment, teasingly. She rotated her buttocks, and he began to nibble again. She held her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back over her teeth; then, after an eternity, she began to breathe again. Ralph started to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his tongue and mouth so that every little detail of her vaginal orifice was brought under his searing wet touch. She began to thrust mindlessly as the powerful pleasures coursing through her pussy took hold of her. Her husband's friend and boss slid his free hands under her white buttocks and pressed them tight to his face, locking her to him in a wet connection of tongue and vagina, her soft curly pubic hair graced tantalizingly against his cheeks.

She had feared this; thought it disgraceful and sinful in the cold sober light of logical day – but now, now that she had allowed herself to submit to it, to see if she could please her husband and herself by letting him kiss her down between the legs, a strange and masochistic wildness enveloped her. Nothing mattered but the lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. She writhed and bucked beneath his lingual impalement, gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came to her tortured mind.

Ralph thrust his tongue deeper, triumphantly hearing her cries. By God, he'd struck the nail on the head this time! Howard's wife was one hot little piece of tail, he thought through the haze of passion he was experiencing as he brought this tender young beauty to orgasm. He had waited his chance and planned well; now, by damned, he was going to reap all the reward he could get!

"Oh… keep sucking, Howie! Lick it! Lick it!" she cried, her thighs pressed tighter into the sides of his head, jerking with the thrustings of his tongue. She was on the brink of climax, she knew… not quite there… but hanging on the verge. Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her fingers twisting crazily in her husband's boss' hair. She arched her back, the cords of her neck standing out like steel cords, her face contorted and a low guttural scream rumbling deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a soulful gasp reminiscent of a dying animal.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" and then again: "AHHHHH!"

Cindy felt as if she were losing her insides as the cascading fluids of her orgasm gushed out around her supposed husband's still-thrashing mouth. She could feel it running down the crevice of her buttocks and to the sheet below. She gave one last gasp and collapsed, dropping her legs like heavy weights of lead to each side of Ralph's heaving body. She could not move. The world had ended and she had been consumed in the last great cataclysm. She lay absolutely immobile, useless as a rag doll.

"Rest for a moment, darling," Ralph panted in whispered tones from below. "And then… then I want you to do me."

"Yes, darling. Anything." Cindy knew that this should be the moment she dreaded, but now it seemed like such a small thing to do for her husband who had given her such wild, delicious feelings, had made her respond so. Now she actually wanted to kiss his penis, she wanted to with all her loving heart to repay the man beside her for the ultimate sign of love he had just bestowed on her…

All the while, Howard had been hearing his wife's obscene words, words he didn't know she knew, broken and slurred, mixed with the animal mewlings of passion from deep within her. Cindy groaned incessantly and he could hear the rustlings of her naked skin against the bed as she twisted and turned in response to his boss' hot licking tongue. He could picture his wife as in one of those Polaroid snapshots, her legs bent back nearly double, her whole young pussy presented lewdly up in defenseless sacrifice to his voraciously sucking mouth.

And it was exciting. He was excited, he had to admit it; excited from the wet sucking noises coming from the intercom, and excited from his boss' wife sucking his wildly throbbing prick. All the time he'd been listening to his wife being sucked by the manager, Norma had been sawing her mouth around his cock, and the sight of her ovaled lips caused him to tense and jerk until it seemed to him that he was sinking the full length of it all the way down her throat.

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke, was making the head throb as though his heart was beating inside it, and he watched hypnotically, fascinated by the sounds of the lewd debauch of his wife and the sight of Norma's fleshy lips clinging as she sucked hungrily. Her breasts danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting scene presented to him. He dropped his head to the pillow and pretended that it was his wife, Cindy, who was sucking him off. Cindy how he wanted to shove his cock in her mouth like he was doing to his boss' wife, how he wanted to shoot his own white hot semen down her throat and into that little belly of hers… Cindy…

And then he heard his wife clearly through the intercom as she emitted a sudden unearthly squeal that sounded as though his boss was killing her, although Howard knew he wasn't. She had reached her climax, and their bed groaned and creaked beneath her wild heavings. The wet sucking sounds coming from his wife's widespread cunt trailed off as she whimpered out her completion.

Howard's body was tense, and Norma's furious sucking couldn't kill the aching desire in his heart to be with Cindy now, to cradle her and comfort her as he always did after making love – and especially now, after hearing his wife being debauched as she'd never been debauched before. He wanted to run to her and bring out the same responses from his wife's lips that Ralph had, he wanted to show her – and himself – that he could do it too and just as well.