William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

The lovely debauched wife sighed and let the now limp prick of Ralph Taylor fall from her lips. Lovingly, with the caresses saved for her husband, Cindy cuddled the base of his penis, licking where the tiny tufts of hair were matted with the cum which had escaped her tightly closed mouth. A dreamlike, almost comatose lethargy possessed her, and she sank into a blissful semi-sleep of satiation…

When Howard heard his manager, Ralph, suddenly scream, "I'm cumming! Oh, suck me harder! Milk my balls!" he was past any point where the knowledge that another man was fucking his wife in the mouth would have caused anger or hurt. It only spurred on his own intense pressure which was building in his testicles as they slapped hard up against Norma's chin. This hedonistic wife of the man who was with Cindy worked, in turn, with unbearable and excruciating passion, and Howard's cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.

And then, as the lewd image of his wife accepting greedily the semen from Ralph's organ whirled madly in his brain, Howard's cock jerked and a liquid flow rushed like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking penis. Norma groaned as the first needle of fiery cum flooded the back of her mouth, filling her warm cavity and bloating her cheeks to the bursting point. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep up with the tide of cum as Howard emptied his balls relentlessly into the hungrily accepting depths of her gullet.

Howard's body quivered as he felt the lust of his masculinity drained from his rapidly deflated penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling off the side of the bed. He started to rise from her, but she would not let his cock go, continuing to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him and rubbing her legs together as he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum running down the corners of her mouth. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as though he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he had ever possessed.

He was like that when, a few minutes later, the door opened and the naked, sweat-glistening form of his boss, Ralph, entered.

"Howie-boy," Ralph said, coming over to him, "Howie, that's some fine little piece of tail you've got in there."

Howard jerked his loins, acutely aware that Ralph's wife still was nibbling and licking his penis… and in front of her own husband! He grinned awkwardly, unable to say anything except a feeble: "Yes… I heard you both."

"That's quite a gadget, isn't it? Had the intercom put in just for that reason. Really turns you on, listening to other folks banging away."

Norma finally let loose of Howard's limp and slippery cock, and sitting up, she threw her arms around her husband's neck and murmured, "Good to see you, lover. Got any more for me?"

Ralph chuckled, and to Howard's amazement, the manager's penis began to rejuvenate, restoring itself to rigid hardness. "Always," he said. "There's always some left for you…"

"Good… then fuck me, lover…"

Howard scrambled from the bed as Ralph and Norma lowered their now tightly clenched bodies to the sheet. "Howie," Ralph said as he fingered his wife's cunt, "you can stay here if you want and watch… but I left a very lonely little wife in the next room," he chuckled obscenely. "I think she belongs to you."

The salesman staggered from the bedroom and back to his own, where he saw the blurred, black outline of his wife on the bed. He went to her and slipped in beside her, cradling her in his arms. Somehow, as he felt her breathing and contented cuddling to his chest, Howard couldn't resent what had happened. In the aftermath of the carnal exchange of mates, the guilt and anger he had feared he would experience didn't materialize, but only warm, deep, complete love for his wife. Perhaps Ralph was right, he thought dreamily… perhaps when he said that making love to another woman is only a healthy, natural sport and increased one's devotion for one's mate, he really knew of what he was speaking…

"Oh, Howie," murmured his wife, nestling closer, "oh, Howie, wasn't that wonderful?"

Quite truthfully, he replied, "Yes, Cindy my love, yes it was…" He choked. "You don't know how good it was."

"And I'm going to do that to you all the time from now on."

"Good, Cindy. I'd like that."

"Goodnight, Howie," she whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, Cindy," he replied tenderly and kissed her full on the lips, not caring that they were still moist from the warm gushing sperm his boss had flooded into her mouth a few short moments before…

On the Friday afternoon following that wild, orgiastic weekend at the Taylor's mountain retreat, Cindy was reading a woman's magazine in the living room of their small cottage and thinking about Howard.

She wished he were home now, wished he had not gone to Los Angeles with Ralph for a three-day automobile dealer's convention. But Ralph had insisted Howard accompany him as representatives of Auto Circus, to meet certain important people and see how the administrative end of the automobile business was handled, and he had eagerly agreed; it was what he had hoped for, he'd told Cindy, the break that meant Ralph and the powers-that-be at Auto Circus were considering him for loftier positions than the head salesman's job he now held.

Cindy, of course, had been excited for her husband and had wanted him to go to Los Angeles for the convention. But still, she harbored faint misgivings about Ralph's influence on Howard; she didn't want the Taylors to implant any more ideas in his head, ideas that went beyond the Polaroid Club and her emancipation into oral love with the man she had married. She was grateful to Ralph and Norma for what they had been strongly responsible in promoting, for she felt a new and freer woman, a more fulfilled woman, now that she had been initiated into sexual games she had always previously thought were degrading and sinful. And, too, she was grateful for them having assisted her in pleasing Howard to the very best of her abilities, giving him all that he wanted from their relationship – and, she hoped, even more than he expected.

The young wife sighed, smiling secretly, as she remembered that night in the darkened bedroom when she had first allowed Howard to kiss her between her widely spread thighs, when she had first tasted his hard, bittersweet masculinity. A ripple of pleasure coursed through her body at the recollection of that moment – and of the recalled joys she bad experienced the remainder of their stay at the mountain cabin and the nights which had followed it in hers and Howard's marital bed.

Oh, things were so wonderful now! They were making love two and three times a night, every night, and finding new and exciting and wild pleasures each and every time. Why, only last night they had lain in the classic sixty-nine position for over an hour, their lips and tongues giving spiraling joy rides to the other as they made oral love. Howard's tongue had sent her whirling to incalculable orgasms during that time, while she had sucked and milked his prick of sticky, hot, delicious loads of sperm twice, never allowing that marvelous penis of his to escape her lips… even when it had deflated, she continued to nibble and suckle it until it once more grew to its monstrous proportions in the soft cushiony folds of her mouth…

And the pictures, too, had been an aphrodisiac for both of them. She had allowed Howard to set up the Polaroid and the timer on more than one occasion, and had posed in lewd positions before its all-seeing eye; had posed with Howard's penis inserted in her vagina astraddle him, alongside him, beneath him… but she had not allowed him to take photos of them enjoying oral love. No, that was a private thing, too private for the camera, and it was there she had gently refused Howard's insisting pleas; she just wasn't ready for that, yet, she had said (if she ever would be ready for it). At first, he had been a little put-out, but after she had showed him in every other way how much she loved him and wanted to please him, he had no longer been angry. They had looked at their pictures together, of them making love – and they had looked at the pictures of Ralph and Norma, which the Taylors had let them keep; then, when both were highly, erotically aroused, they had inverted their positions on the bed and licked and sucked one another to climax after wonderful climax…