Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

Following his command, Dinah lay flat on her back, her legs spread slightly apart, her arms outstretched. Mounting the mattress on his knees, he gripped the backs of her thighs and levered them upward, bending forward to clamp his mouth over her vagina. He began a slow nibbling motion with his tongue until he could feel the warm lubricated juice beginning to flow, and then his tongue began spearing in between the tiny dilating lips at a quicker tempo, bringing a subdued groan from her throat.

"You'll have to do better than that," he admonished her. "We want to attract his attention."

Bending down to her loins again, he flicked his tongue against her tiny clitoris until her thighs ground against the mattress and she began breathing heavily.

"Ummmh, like that, Ralph. Oh yes, suck me!"

She spread her legs wider, giving him greater access to her cunt, and for the first time could feel genuine charges of pleasure pulsing through her belly. His face was tight against her, his tongue flicking like a racing lizard inside her, bringing back all the memories of the things the men had done to her at the party. She was surprised to find how fast she was growing horny, when before it would have taken almost hours to get her to this state. And now in the cold light of reason, she realized that she could never go back to what she had been before-that her prudish morality would only be a false pretense, since she no longer believed in it.

"Deeper, deeper, stick your tongue in deeper," she begged him. Her head tilted back, her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her head began to roll from side to side, her white teeth glistening as her lips bared back over them.

For a long while Fred had remained immobile, leaning against the fireplace mantel and calmly sipping his drink, but now the noises from the bedroom were growing louder and louder and he couldn't help hearing them. The cries of his wife sounded intense and passionate as though she was enjoying whatever was happening to her. And though he tried to pretend he wasn't interested at all, he could feel his cock swelling inside his pants and slowly rising to greater and greater size.

He wanted to punish her, and she wanted to punish him, and it was beginning to dawn on him that the whole thing was ridiculous. Who was benefiting after all? It was that old lecher Tomley who was getting the goods now and enjoying it thoroughly, while he and Dinah had been sulking and brooding for days. What kind of life was that?

There was an answer to the problem, he realized, of course. And the answer was to just take things as they were, to adopt the attitude that both he and his wife should enjoy their sex lives to the fullest without imposing all sorts of old-fashioned limitations on one another.

But would it work? They had both been raised so differently. Why not?

There was no use sticking to a puritanical moral code that had been outmoded long ago. The thing now was to get as much experience as possible and enjoy it to the fullest.

Besides, the cries of his wife from the bedroom were convincing him very quickly that he'd better mend his ways, and so should she. Setting down his drink, he resolved to walk in there and get what was coming to him, and if she didn't give it to him for some reason, well she could just go to hell and they would go their own ways. He approached the bedroom door and put his ear to it to listen.

"Now," his wife begged the other man. "Stick your cock in me now! I need it. Oh God, how I need it!"

"You'll get it my dear. Right now!" Tomley responded.

As Fred listened, he could hear a creak of bedsprings and a sudden high-pitched cry from his wife's throat, and then there was a slapping, thudding sound, mingled with hot heavy gasps and groans that were making his cock bulge even harder inside his pants. Slowly, he pushed the door open until he could see what was going on inside.

Tomley was leaning over the bed at an angle, pitching his hips frantically forward and back as he rammed his cock into Dinah's cunt.

Her legs were clamped tightly around his buttocks, and she was digging her heels into his ass-cheeks to spur him on, all the while a litany of other-worldly groans coming from her throat. Tomley's buttocks flexed and hollowed, his powerful arms supporting himself against the mattress, his feet planted solidly in the carpet. His head was bobbing back and forth as he thrust rhythmically into her, groaning and snorting as his muscles tensed to spew out his orgasm.

Fred moved closer into the room so that he could view the scene from the side. His wife was madly massaging her nipples, her mouth wide open, her eyes glazed and rolling in their sockets. Her belly and hips bucked and jerked with each animallike thrust of the director's cock into her pussy.

Damn, she really had become a whore, and all this nonsense about her never repeating what had happened at the party was just so much bull.

The incredible thing was that his anger had completely disappeared and he could even accept the fact that Tomley was screwing her without jealousy. In fact, to see her stretched out on the bed like that with another man's loins pumping into her cunt actually excited him, and he was suddenly overcome with a powerful desire to do lewd, obscene things to her.

He watched as she gritted her teeth and suddenly spread her legs wide, raising them high in the air so that her feet pointed upward at the ceiling. Gasping and writhing, her body jerked in mad spasmic palpitations, and all of a sudden, Tomley above her let out a loud groan that sounded almost like a death rattle. His cock jerked and twitched, his hips slammed madly up against Dinah's pussy, and suddenly it was all over.

In a matter of seconds the director had withdrawn his limp, glistening cock and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Well, Peterson, you have one hell of a wife. I must admit that. I'd keep in good shape if I were you, otherwise you'll end up with a heart attack."

But Fred was paying hardly any attention at all to the director's words, for now he was quickly stripping his clothes off, his eyes riveted on the gorgeous woman splayed out on the bed-the woman who happened to be his wife. He was sure now that she wasn't going to resist him or give him any kind of lecture on morality, and his cock jumped playfully at the thought. For the first time in a long while he was really going to enjoy having sex with her.

Behind him, Ralph Tomley slipped into his clothes with a contented grin on his face and disappeared out the bedroom door, confident that he was not going to lose a promising young couple like Fred and Dinah Peterson. Hell, he'd solved their problem for them and had a good time himself. What more could anyone ask?

As for Fred, he had jumped on the bed beside his moaning wife and pulled her head toward his outward-jutting cock.

"It's about time we got this far," he said.

"It's so big," Dinah murmured. "I'll never be able to take all of that in my throat."

For a moment her eyes danced teasingly at him, and then she gripped his hard male flesh, slowly running her fingers up and down over the foreskin as he tried to restrain himself from suddenly blowing his load.

"Suck me sweetheart," he commanded. "Suck me now."

"Oooh! how could you ask me to do such an obscene thing?" she laughed, and repositioning herself on the bed, slowly slipped her head down and swirled her tongue out around it as he moaned in blissful satisfaction.

Their problems were over now, she thought. They would be able to have enjoyable sex whenever they wanted with each other, and when they got bored they were always free to go to one of the club meetings. It was a damned good idea I had to apply for that job, she thought, and then she began to concentrate fully on satisfying her husband. He was never going to be frustrated again.