Andy Gorman - The wife went wild

Babs blushed slightly, but did not speak. "That's okay," Sue said. "Jeff can come with Jill… she's always good fun and I'm sure she'd like a night out, especially with a handsome guy like Jeff!"

"Now you're embarrassing him," Babs said.

Jeff shrugged Sue's remark off with a laugh. "I've heard about this Jill from Babs," he said. "Apparently she's a hot piece of ass… well, that's fine with me!"

"Ssshhh, not in front of Paul," Babs warned. "That's not the way you should speak in front of a boy."

Paul had the good grace to pretend he had not heard what Jeff had said. But he felt a throb in his balls as he remembered how he had plunged his cock up Jill, and wondered whether Jeff would end up fucking her. At least if Jeff did get to fuck Jill on Saturday night, it wasn't likely he could complain about his wife fucking, too!

Later in the evening, Sue managed to get Babs alone.

"I hope you know what you're letting yourself in for if you go with Paul on Saturday night," Sue warned.

"A fate worse than death, I hope," Babs said with a chuckle.

"Those guys do more than ride surfboards, you know. Riding the waves isn't their only hobby. Their other hobby is riding girls."

"Bully for them," said Babs light-heartedly. "It should make it an interesting night."

"And it's not just their own particular girlfriend," Sue went on. "They share their girlfriends like other people share their chocolates."

"What are the girls like?"

"Some of them are a bit of a drag, but some of them are real dollies looking for excitement."

"Sounds interesting… and the guys?"

"Mostly teenagers. Sometimes some older guys try to get in on these parties, but the young guys freeze them out."

"What about older women?"

"Ah, that's different," Sue assured her. "Strangely enough, these young guys love to fuck a woman in her twenties, and sometimes even in her thirties, if she's good looking… and especially if she's married. Gives them an extra buzz."

"Sounds exciting," Babs said. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Well, I just thought I would warn you," Sue said. "As a matter of fact, I wish I was going with you. I could do with some nice young cock! But don't be surprised if five or six of those young guys want to get into you. I know what they're like. You might even find a couple, or even three, trying to fuck you at the same time!"

Babs' excitement about her Saturday night plans rose until it had reached fever pitch by the time the night arrived.

She decided that even if Paul's friends were young and unsophisticated, she would turn out as if she were dating some fully experienced, notorious, world-wise playboy.

After she showered, she studied herself in the mirror. She took her razor and trimmed a few unruly pubic hairs. Then she dabbed a suggestion of musky perfume on her inner thighs.

Her figure looked good, she decided. Her tits were standing up beautifully, and her nipples had responded to her excitement by becoming stiff and looking thoroughly suckable. Her stomach was flat and her hips nicely proportioned. Babs did not wear much make-up, but her lips were full and kissable, her eyes blue mid sparkling. Her hair fell in soft waves to her shoulders.

"I think I look seductive enough for any man," she murmured to herself, "so I should be able to seduce a boy!"

A dab of exotic perfume between her tits and behind her ears – a perfume more heady and subtle than the one she had used on her thighs – completed her toilet.

She pulled on a skimpy red G-string brief she had bought at a sex shop and a black and red garter belt. She had never worn a garter belt before, but the girl in the shop had told her they were a real turn-on for men.

She had decided she did not need to wear a bra with her tits standing out so firmly, but she pulled on a pair of filmy black stockings with a seam.

Sue came into her dressing room as she was deciding which to wear of two dresses she had spread out.

Sue gasped when she saw Babs.

"I don't look too much of a tart, do I?" Babs asked.

"Weell, I don't know about looking like a tart," Sue said with a slow drawl, "but I do know of one or two bars that wouldn't mind you decorating them. You're just dressed like a girl out for a good fuck!"

"Well, I am out for a good fuck, and I don't care who knows it, although if I were out to trap a man I wouldn't dress this way. I'm just out to give some young kids a good time."

"And they'll go for you… they'll feel like grown-up men, and the girls will probably be jealous because you're getting all the cock."

Babs giggled. "Now which dress should I wear?"

Sue looked at the two dresses.

"Wait," she said. "I've got the very thing." She hustled out of the room and came back with a dress of her own. It was a black, lacy dress of beautiful design.

"Sue, I couldn't wear that… it must have cost a fortune. I might spill something on it."

"The only thing that'll get spilt on it will be cum," Sue said lightly, "and that won't matter a bit."

Babs pulled on the dress and brushed her hair. Then she pirouetted around the center of the room for Sue to study her. The dress billowed out, revealing her thighs almost up to her crotch.

"My God, Babs, you look good!" Sue put her hand on her cunt and pressed it. "If you do that in front of the guys you'll be surrounded by a picket fence… if you know what I mean!"

"But they may not be interested in sex."

Sue laughed briefly.

"Surf club guys? You've got to be kidding!" Sue said.

Sue looked over her shoulder and came up close to Babs. "Paul told me a while ago he was hoping to fuck you tonight. I asked him about the other guys and he told me they were the best studs in the club."

Paul knocked on the door and came into the room at that point.

"Wow!" he gasped when he saw Babs. "You'll be a real sensation tonight!"

Paul sniggered and put his arm around Babs, "Come along… you smell terrific, too," Paul said.

When their taxi pulled up at the house, they could hear music echoing from the front room. They were met at the door by Rod, a handsome, well-built lad wearing a brightly-colored Hawaiian shirt and shorts.

Inside were two other boys, Rod's brother Jimmy, and a teenager named Simon, both dressed as Rod was.

Rod turned the music down.

"Simon is Daphne's brother," he explained. Then to Babs, "Daphne is my girlfriend. He came over to say Daphne and Roz couldn't come tonight because Daphne is sick and Roz is staying with her."

For a brief moment Babs looked a little anxious, but her heart gave a jump at the chance of having all the guys to herself.

Rod suspected that she might be uneasy at being with the boys on her own so he said to her, "If you'd like, we can go on somewhere else, but you're welcome to stay."

Babs shook her head.

"No, I'm happy to stay. What about Simon, is he staying?"

When Simon nodded, Babs smiled and said, "Wow… four lusty guys all to myself!" They sat and played music on the expensive CD system, drank coffee and soda, and ate nuts and nibbles the boys had bought, pausing between each record to pass judgment on it.

Paul sat with his arm around Babs for some time until Rod joined them and put his arm around her.

After he had sat for a while beside her, Rod brushed his lips against her ear. "What's a gorgeous, married doll from Des Moines like you doing among a group of horny guys like us?"

Babs smiled at him. "There are horny women too, you know. Look at your girlfriend Daphne. I'm told she's horny!"

"She's not only horny, she knows how to do it. Do you know how to do it?"

"I am a married woman, so obviously I'm past my apprenticeship," she said.

"Are you horny?" Babs just laughed. "Doesn't your husband give you enough?"