Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Sherman's fork clattered on his plate, and he took a gulp of coffee to cover his confusion. Under the table, Elizabeth put her hand upon his knee. Sherman mumbled, "Yeah; I'm – I guess I'm lucky."

Charlene said, "Does it bother you, to have another guy praise your wife's pussy? It doesn't shake my brothers any, when I tell them what a wonderful prick you have."

Coughing, Sherman put down his coffee cup. "I – look, kids; this is all too new for me, and not easy to digest. Charlene, when I saw you, it was as if an electric heater had been turned on inside my belly, and even though I knew damned well that I wasn't supposed to even be thinking such lecherous thoughts about a girl so young, I simply couldn't help myself. Then, when you made it so damned plain that you were not only available, but willing and eager to – to screw, I lost whatever vestiges of self control I might have had left. Laying you was fantastic, a wild dream come true, but afterward, I wanted to crawl off somewhere and hide. I think I know now bow a narcotics addict feels; that's how strong you are in my blood."

"Hey," the girl said softly, "that's the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me."

"But," Sherman continued, "it may take me awhile to handle all this. You boys – I thank you both for turning my frigid wife into a passionate woman. That's about all I can say, right now."

"It's enough, darling," Elizabeth said quietly, proudly. "There's plenty of time for everything, including getting your ideas all sorted out. When I got started with the kids, I found it was better just to flow with whatever was happening, to let myself drift and accept. Maybe that will work for you, too. Now, if I can have a hand clearing off this table – "

She and Charlene shooed the guys out of the kitchen, and the girl was visibly excited as she helped gather dishes. "Wasn't that far out, what he said about me? Your old man really turns me on, Betsy; I'm going to fuck him until his backbone melts and runs out of the head of his beautiful prick"

"Unless he's done it with the woman he's keeping," Elizabeth said, "Sherman has never been down on a woman, or had his cock eaten. That I know of, I mean. He might not go for it."

"Sure he will," Charlene answered promptly. "I'll dig getting that big cockhead into my mouth and sucking it until he blows all his sweet juice down my throat." She stopped talking and looked at Elizabeth. "Or maybe it ought to be you that does it to him first? I mean, just to get him started. What do you think?"

Elizabeth said, "I think we should just let It happen, dear. But I have been imagining you and me with him, working him over until he realizes what he's been missing, until he's more than willing to go along with anything and everything our sex community has to offer. Only, I fret a little about the boys being left out.

"Don't worry about them," Charlene said. "Jody and Timmy will understand, and they hail a real good screwing this afternoon, to carry them over for awhile. Remember how I stayed out of it, until they could get you going? It was okay with me, because I knew the rest of you were balling, and that sooner or later, I would also be part of it. You want me to talk to them and explain?"

"If you'd like," Elizabeth answered, putting the final dishes into the washer and flipping the switch as she thought of her husband between this lovely, erotic girl and herself, of them teasing him to a point of fine torture, and overwhelming him with the most voluptuous sex he had ever experienced. They would teach him anything he didn't know, demonstrate to the man how fantastic truly shared and selflessly giving sex could be.

She remained awhile in the kitchen, busying herself with minor chores and giving Charlene time to make the arrangements. Beneath her loose robe, Elizabeth could feel the arousal of her body, the sweet ache of her swelling breasts and hardening nipples, the tremulous sensation deep within the sultry channel of her pussy. She had never yearned for Sherman before, never felt this tingle of delighted anticipation when she thought of his large and throbbing prick. She could not help but wonder if her husband's mistress felt the same emotions, or if the woman was simply putting up with Sherman, for the sake of his support.

Being his legal wife had made Elizabeth no different, she realized; she had also merely put up with a man, in order to have things he could furnish her, things which included the respectability of marriage. She shook her head and decided that she would very much like to meet Sherman's girlfriend.

Charlene skipped to her and caught her hand. '"The kids are going off to a movie, and they'll have hamburgers after. Sherman gave them the bread and drew a map, showing where the flick is. I told you they'd understand, Betsy; they just said to have fun. And your old man – he doesn't know what's coming down, but maybe he has a little idea. Anyhow, he's not running away."

"Good enough," Elizabeth said, and walked with the girl into the living room where their mutual lover waited for them, and Charlene whispered, "Just let it happen."

Sherman sat on the couch with a drink in his hand, and Elizabeth smiled to see that he still needed courage from outside himself, and loved him for that touch of timidity.

The lights were soft and golden, blending with the slow, primitive rhythm from the tape deck in the background. In the center of the room, Charlene paused and slowly undid the too big dressing gown, posing hipshot as the robe drifted down from her sleek young body and puddled at her feet Light played upon her small, tidy breasts, upon the glistening nipples pink and pert, and when the girl changed postures, spilled down the flat, smooth belly to highlight the wisping of dark red pubic hair.

Elizabeth saw her husband staring entranced at the lovely nude figure, and waited until Sherman's glance finally moved away before calling attention to herself. Unbelting the robe, she ripped it away and flung it heedlessly aside, letting the warm air wash over her prickling skin and feeling the urgent lifting of her nipples. Feet slightly apart, she slid her hands down over her plush hips, and her husband's eyes followed the flowing movements.

Thrusting her pelvis forward, she moved it in a tantalizing circle, her fingertips playing into the luxurious black pubic hair, touching the excited labia, and Sherman watched raptly.

She said to him, "You have both of us, darling – and we have you."

He finished his drink and placed the glass haphazardly upon a table beside the couch, his eyes now darting feverishly back and forth between the naked and beckoning bodies, a kid in a candy store, but with an important difference. Sherman didn't have to limit himself to choose between two appealing morsels; he could let his appetites run riot, and gorge his greediest desires.

Charlene took a sliding, graceful step toward the man, then another, her sleek body undulating sensuously, the heated aura of her sensuality reaching out to him. Acting in concert, they loosened his robe and drew the sleeves down his furry arms, exposing his body and the risen magnificence of his thickened shaft.

Reaching for his hand, Charlene tugged him off the couch, and Elizabeth pushed him gently to the carpet. "So we'll have plenty of room, darling."

They slid down beside him, arms crossing over his broad and hairy chest, lips nuzzling his throat, his chin, along his cheeks. Elizabeth pushed her heavy breasts into him, pressed her abundantly thatched mound against his thigh, and used one hand to explore the distended bag of his testicles. Her fingers met Charlene's there, and together they caressed the veined staff of his cock, wandered in turn across the pulsing head, so velvety and already leaking at the narrow slit.

The girl had her mouth locked to Sherman's, so Elizabeth slipped her tongue into her husband's ear, and felt the lurching of his body in frenzied response, felt the leaping of his hard prick in her fingers. His chest was heaving, and Charlene seemed intent upon drinking his breath while the little darting tongue ran rampant inside his mouth, so Elizabeth rubbed her breasts down his ribcage and trailed them with her lips.