Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

And she trembled in the water, seeing all of them moving together in some sinuous, twisting tangle,of warmly naked flesh, three males and a pair of eager, adoring females. Images flicked busily across her mind, and Elizabeth smiled.

Sherman said he really didn't care for any lunch, but Elizabeth fixed him a sandwich anyway, and brought him an Icy beer with it. Her husband was slumped in one corner of the big living room couch, and she thought he appeared a little worn, or possibly worried.

"The kids are ravenous," she said, putting down the tray. "All that swimming and – exercise, I suppose. That kind of thing makes me go hollow, too, but I'm not in the same good condition you are, dear. I'd better watch my weight"

He had changed to a jump suit of light yellow, which looked interesting against his dark skin and furry arms, but his eyes were shifty, and Sherman wouldn't look her in the face. Elizabeth didn't really know what to do about that, other than just coming out and telling her husband she knew he was fucking their foster daughter. But she was afraid that might be too much of a shock for him, hitting him between the eyes like that.

She said only, "Try your sandwich, dear," and went back into the kitchen. Three bright and expectant faces looked up at her from around the table, and Elizabeth decided on the spot what she was going to do about Sherman.

"Look," she said, "I have an idea. If you kids would go back to the pool – after your food digests, of course – I'll go to work on trapping my husband in my bedroom. By now, I've learned enough so that I can turn him on, too."

Charlene grinned. "He's still turned on; we made it again in the living room, but it seems like he's got some goofy idea that he's a rapist or something because he screwed me."

"He's feeling very guilty," Elizabeth said, "not so much because he's cheating on me, as because you're so young, I think. I had a lot of the same guilty feelings because of Jody, but now I know better, and so will Sherman."

Charlene slid from behind the table and skipped over to kiss Elizabeth, pressing that sensuous, willowy body tightly to her, and darting a hotly sweet tongue into her mouth. Leaning back and sparkling up into Elizabeth's face, she said, "Good luck with him. I hope you get him balling with us real soon, because I miss you. I want more of you, darling – all I can get"

The boys murmured good luck, and Elizabeth winked at them with a confidence she didn't really feel It was worse than seducing a complete stranger, she thought as she walked through the hail and up the stairs. She'd lived with Sherman Anderson for many years, yet neither of them actually knew the other, and there had been so many false barricades erected between them. It could be a struggle trying to tear them down to find the real people on the other sides. But she was going to attempt it, because she had to, for the sake of the children.

No, she corrected herself – it, wasn't only for them; she needed to do something about Sherman and herself, and she had known a strong reawakening of interest in the man, seeing him put that big prick into the girl's tiny pussy.

In her bedroom, she shed her too-damned-sensible robe and made a sarong from a fluffy bath towel Her hair hung loosely down her back, and the mirror told her that she looked good, if not downright seductive. Her ample breasts pushed the towel out, so that their creamy tops were exposed, and her rounded white thighs flashed intriguingly when she moved, hinting at the dark wealth of rich pussy between them.

Hers was a rich pussy, deep and clinging; all the kids said so, and now she was proud of it, thrilled by the pleasures her ripe cunt could give to others, male and female alike. Now she was determined to have her husband find out, because even though he had fucked her countless times, Sherman had never really known how she could fuck him back. But with a little luck, he would soon find out.

She found a bottle of little – used perfume, and dabbed some behind her ears and between her heavy breasts. She heard him climb the stairs and pass her door, and Elizabeth knew he would take a shower now, cleansing his body while he tried to sort out things in his mind. Excitement fingered through her as she sat on the bed, then got back up to restlessly prowl the room while she waited for her husband to come back down the hall.

Knowing his habits, she was reasonably certain that he'd soon be thirsty for a drink, and all the whiskey was downstairs at the bar or in the kitchen cabinet Elizabeth listened closely, hearing the splashing of the kids in the pool, and the young laughter ringing, then picked up Sherman's soft footsteps in the hallway.

Opening the door, she said, "Sherman – may I speak with you for a minute?"

He jumped at the sound of her voice, his face snapping around to her. "Ah – sure, Elizabeth, sure. I was just going – but it can wait Has your headache worn off?"

She nodded. "Completely; I had some very good medicine." Walking ahead of him toward the bed, Elizabeth made certain that her hips undulated sensuously, and when she turned to face her husband again, she lifted her breasts. "It's about the children, Sherman."

Glancing at the bed, he moved to a chair instead, and sat down. He was wearing a terry cloth robe and scuffs, and smelled of soap. He kept the robe discreetly pulled together. "I figured as much," he said. "At least, they'll give us something to discuss, maybe even something in common."

Elizabeth slid onto the bed and crossed her thighs; the towel slid up, and she thought that the shaggy hair of her pubic mound might be peeping below. Putting her hands behind her, she leaned back, and her breasts lifted for his eyes to focus upon them. "It hasn't been easy for either of us, I know. But we don't have to live in a state of armed truce, if we don't want to – not any more. Both of us have been to blame, Sherman, hiding from our true selves as much as from each other. But that's changed. The kids changed it for us."

He frowned, not quite following her line of thought, but obviously beguiled by the flashing of pubic hair and the nipples pressing against the towel. "I – I guess so. They'll be company for you, with me gone so much, give you a new interest."

"Give us both new interests," she said, "and perhaps get us interested in each other again. If we ever were."

"I don't know what you mean," he said, looking down at the carpet.

"The hell you don't," she said sharply. "You were quite interested in little Charlene, there at the pool"

Sherman still tried to bluff it out, saying, "Now look, she's just a child, and there's no reason for you to be – "

"Oh, I'm not jealous," she cut in. "That word is no longer in my vocabulary, except as a relic. And Charlene isn't exactly a child; she proved that to you – at least twice."

He jumped out of the chair. "Did you – were you – "

She smiled up at him. "We were all watching – the boys and I. The first time by the pool, that is; we were too busy up here for your return match in the living room."

Mouth open, he stared at her, until she said smoothly, "Oh Sherman – I'm not angry that you fucked Charlene. I'm happy for you both, and it wasn't really all your doing; we planned it for you."

"What the hell," he muttered.

Elizabeth flipped the bath towel away from her body and uncrossed her legs. Shock was plain on her husband's confused face as he looked down at her nude body, seeing it out. in the open and in the light for the first time. She said throatily, "Am I beautiful, Sherman? Do you want to fuck me now?"

"Damn!" he said. "I never expected – you never let me, wanted me to – yes, Elizabeth, you're a beautiful woman, but I just don't understand what all this is – "