3 comments/ 33370 views/ 1 favorites Dinner with Fred By: Supah_Bi He moved slowly through the bushes at the front of the steep sloping lawn. He cringed every time a leaf rustled at his steps even though he knew there was no way that anyone in the house could see him and that it was highly unlikely that anyone would be walking by way out here in the country. Yet, he cringed again when his foot snapped a twig, freezing and staring up at the lit window, expecting someone to appear in it with a shotgun and floodlight. No one came to the window and he crept on. The last week had been full of nights like these. He would drive his car out every night to the same place in the road where he would turn off his lights and head down a dirt track he had cleared and park it in a stand of trees. After shutting down the car, he would quickly peel off his clothes and replace them with total black attire. Then he would pull on a ski mask straight out of the movies and walk about a quarter of a mile to her house and creep through the bushes and up to the house. Every night he expected to get caught, but never was. Never, on any of his nighttime stalkings, did he carry a weapon. He relied on his body and mind alone and he went to the gym religiously in order to be able to keep his body intact and strong. As a result, he was a powerful man and a formidable foe. He had yet to meet a man that he could not manhandle and twist into a pretzel. Strength and a superb confidence in his abilities were his weapons and he knew how to use them. He continued on, coming out of the line of shrubbery and moving counter-clockwise around the rectangular yard keeping to the edges. He was a shadow, and now that he was out of the dry leaves and dead twigs, he made no noise but a slight shifting in the air. He flowed closer and closer to the house as he had done the last six nights, and kept his attention fluid, keeping an eye on the path he made and another on the house to his right. The darkness seemed to enfold itself around him as he finally approached the house at the outer entrance to the storm cellar. No one noticed as he lifted the door open and slipped down into the concrete room. Tonight he would use those weapons of muscle and mind. Tonight he would act on the desire that pulsed through his veins filling him with a compelling need to fulfill it. Tonight Eva would be his. ***** Eva checked the clock and straightened her skirt again. She took another look into the mirror examining her features making certain she was as beautiful as she could make herself. The truth she did not realize, as many women fail to understand, was that she was already a beautiful woman. Her soft brown hair framed her astoundingly cute face and hung in beautiful little ringlets down to her shoulders. Her brown eyes were big pools that you could lose yourself in if you did not check yourself. One could fall in love with her looks before even leaving her face, but God help if that happened because once it did, her body would make that helpless man drool. Her thin frame and perfect 36 C breasts could destroy a man's mind and then put it all back together again. Nonetheless she frowned, seeing some imperceptible flaw in her bodice and tugged at the tight red fabric. The reason for her fussing was because Fred, the man she had been seeing for about a week was supposed to come by for dinner that night and she wanted to knock him off his feet before he even stepped through the door. She had made chicken parmesan and had the whole dinner elegantly set on the table in the dining room. There were candles lit in every room so that harsh electric lighting would not be needed and she had even spritzed lavender oil onto the bed sheets because she had a feeling that the night would heat up before long. She was not usually so romantic or forward, but something about the way Fred was always made her feel warm inside. That warmth had been fed by her own desires for a few nights as she sat in her chair by the fire and slipped a hand under her pajamas as she thought about his strong body and the feelings she had when he held her in his powerful arms and pressed her to his body. She wanted him so bad tonight that she could hardly hold it back. Somehow she managed to sit on the couch in the living room and think about something else. She checked the clock again; it showed six fifty, meaning he would be there in about ten minutes. She got up to check to make sure everything was perfect again when she heard tires crunching up the gravel driveway and come to a halt. She hurried to the door and practically radiated happiness. ***** He cursed as he heard the car approach the house. He could faintly discern the short conversation at the door and the footsteps overhead. He had known all along that she was seeing someone and that had only fueled his desire for her more, making her something that he could not have. He had decided that that would not stop him though, and he decided now that he would just have to deal with it thought it could endanger the whole night. He lit the lamp he had placed at the door the night before and made his way to the cellar door that entered into the house. Turning the knob he found it was locked. Fuck, it's just one fucking difficulty after another tonight isn't it? God fucking damn it all. Thoughts of doing the whole thing another night never even crossed his mind. Tonight was his night, and nothing would save her from it. He grabbed a big can of olives from a shelf, raised it over his head and brought it down with a terrible force on the doorknob, ripping it from the door. The noise hardly reached his ears as his thoughts were screaming loudly in his head and blood was pounding in his ears. This beautiful bitch is mine! ***** The crash startled Eva and Fred and they broke from their kiss and stared towards the stairwell down to the cellar with confusion and fright on their faces. "Wha—," Eva started before Fred ran over her words with, "Stay here while I check it out." Fred started down the stairs with a determined look on his face, and Eva stood staring after him, breathing hard. She heard him shout at an intruder and then some scuffling and some grunting, and then a loud groan that sounded like it had come from the intruder. Surely her Fred had not been hurt. She was relieved and called to him, "Did you get him, Freddy?" Her relief vanished and was replaced with an icy fear as a man clad entirely in black with a ski mask on ascended the steps and said, "I think he'll be down there a while, which way is the bed room?" She did not even have time to scream as he came at her with startling speed and put a hand over her mouth and another around her body in an iron grip that kept her upper body motionless. "Screaming is so annoying and there's no one to hear you way out here. Don't waste what time we have together baby." Eva was locked stiff in an icy fright. Her mind had gone blank and she was locked in panic. She willed herself to come out of it and fight back as he picked her up effortlessly and carried her down the hall to the master bedroom. Fred, she figured was knocked out pretty bad and probably trapped somehow in the cellar where he could not come up and help her. She was on her own and she was scared out of her mind. She gave herself a huge mental push and started beating at the man. Her punches and kicks seemed to bounce off without his notice. "Now you're getting into things baby. How'd you know I like squirmers?" He grabbed at her breast and ripped away the fabric of her new red dress. They were in the bedroom now, and he threw her down on the bed and savagely ripped away the rest of her dress with ease. "Wh-- wh-- who are you?" She managed to splutter out as he placed his body on her in a constricting manner and began to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. The familiar feelings that coursed through her and tried to give her pleasure were inhibited by her astounding fear. She was frightened for her life and kicked and squirmed a little more. The man did not answer and only seemed invigorated by her squirming. He ripped off her panties with his other hand and revealed her neatly shaved pussy that she had prepared for Fred. Another bullet of ice ripped through her stomach as his fingers gently caressed her. "Don't you like this?" he asked. For an answer she kicked his shin with all she had. He cried out in pain and she managed to wriggle free and start for the door. She made it off the bed and halfway to the door before he grabbed her arm and wrenched her back with enough force to pick her up off of her feet. "What the fuck do you think you are doing!" he screamed, "Do you think you could get away? You can't: you belong to me now, this is my night, and I will fucking have you. Your fucking body is mine and you will not try to leave. If you don't fucking enjoy this then we'll have to do it the hard way!" He put a hand on her throat choking her as he pulled off his pants with his other hand. He ripped his shirt off in his rage and his powerful muscled gleamed in the candle light as he descended on her. His cock was fully enlarged now in his heated passion and every time he jerked his hand on her neck, bouncing her head against the mattress his cock jumped with excitement. His other hand went to her clit. She could tell he knew she was not enjoying it one bit and that she was in fact paralyzed with fear. Despite her want to stay dry and unaroused his hand working on her clit forced a moan from her lips though his touch was rough and savage. Soon she could feel her juices starting to flow and she knew he was ready and her body was ready for him even if she didn't wasn't it. Nature and fate were against her and she was helpless against the man's onslaught as he brought his cock to her cunt. He shoved himself inside of her, sending shockwaves of pain thought her body causing her to gasp and scream. His cock had brutally stretched her open and was now pounding at her. It was big enough to go all the way in and crash into her cervix, repeatedly sending pulses of pain through her. Despite all her wants and intentions, she let out a moan of pleasure between her screams of pain. She despised this man with all of herself but her body was stealing control away from her and when he tried to slow down and rest, she wrapped her legs around him and rocked her hips with his thrusts. A vicious smile crept across his face and she closed her eyes to keep from it. His hands grabbed at her breasts and pulled her nipples bringing her so much pleasure she could hardly stand it over the satisfaction his cock was giving her as it slid in and out of her pussy and rubbed her g-spot. She threw her head back and screamed with pleasure she wished she did not have and then she pulled his head to hers and kissed him, full of need, shoving her tongue into his mouth. His powerful muscles felt amazing against her skin and his hard chest pressed wonderfully against her full breasts. She wanted nothing more than to be having dinner with Fred, but this was proving to be an exceptionable foe to that desire. She cried out and moaned again at the perfect ecstasy of his dick in her pussy. Inside she screamed at her body and the rapist, wishing it was Fred. Outside, she fucked the intruder with wild abandon, bypassing all inhibitions. His hard cock stroked in and out with a crazed fury, sending ripples of pleasure streaking though her body and wracking her with convulsions of ecstasy. She felt his orgasm rise in him as hers rose within her. She let everything within her let go and she slammed her hot pussy into him again and again coming to orgasm and screaming with pleasure as her tight walls squeezed around him forcing his load to burst out into her and fill her with his hot cum. She was exhausted beyond belief. Fear and sex had taxed her mind and body to the point that all she could do now was turn her head and cry with shame and sorrow as the man laughed maliciously above her. Dinner with Friends Copyright Oggbashan November 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * It started in September. I was out for the day with our pensioners' group. We are all fairly active so we had walked through the countryside for about five miles before settling down for a good lunch in a country pub. I was enjoying the meal because I had worked up a good appetite. A different five miles would lead us back to the country park's parking area so I felt I could indulge myself a little. That was my excuse for the Apfel Strudel and fresh cream. Then the Jones sisters spoilt my enjoyment. They had foregone a dessert 'in the interests of their figures' as they put it mock-coyly. I saw them coming but I was trapped behind a table with half my Strudel unfinished. I swore under my breath but greeted them with a forced smile. Emily started the conversation. "Jeremy? Have you thought about Christmas yet?" Oh hell, I thought, now I'm for it. I hadn't planned this year's excuse. "Not yet," I replied honestly, "I haven't spoken to the children. I might be..." Mabel cut me short. "If you haven't, we'd like you to know that our invitation to have Christmas dinner with us still stands... unless you have other definite arrangements, of course." I thanked them as politely as I could and assured them that I wouldn't forget their kind offer. As if I could. One Christmas dinner with the Jones sisters had been enough for several lifetimes. They deluded themselves that they could cook. Mushy cabbage, bullet-like sprouts with half- charred maggots and singed turkey feathers still adhering to the flesh was an experience I wanted to avoid at all costs. They meant well, I thought with a silent sigh, but... I claimed a need to have some fresh air. On the way out of the pub I stopped at the cigarette machine and bought a packet of 16 at a vastly inflated price. I still carried a lighter though I hadn't smoked for years. The thought of Christmas with Emily and Mabel would drive a saint to the demon drink. Thinking of drink I slipped into the other bar and bought a double whisky. Cradling the glass I walked out into the pub's garden, sat on a rustic bench, sipped my whisky and lit my cigarette. The two illicit pleasures together nearly took the unpleasant picture of a spoilt Christmas away. I heard the door open behind me. I hid the cigarette in the palm of my hand. Most of the group knew that I'd given up smoking years before Ruth died. I missed her and her company. She would have been wonderfully verbose about the culinary failings of Emily and Mabel and would have invented wonderful stories to explain their incompetence. Forty years of companionship as husband and wife is only tolerable if you are friends as well as partners. Ruth had always been my best friend and most sympathetic critic ever since we had toddled around together as infants living in adjacent houses. As soon as I saw who it was, I uncovered my cigarette. Hazel knew I smoked when desperate. She knew nearly as much about me as Ruth had done, and I knew as much about her. She and Ruth had been friends since University and our families had taken holidays together for years. Her son had married our daughter and then gone to Australia. They would return next summer for a short visit, bringing our grandchildren. Our son was out there visiting them. I suspect the Jones sisters knew that, and that therefore I wouldn't see the children at Christmas. Blast! Those sisters knew too much. "Jeremy," Hazel said, "give me a cigarette, please." I handed over the packet and lit the cigarette for her. "That bad?" I asked. "The Jones sisters," She said. "You too?" "Yes. They invited me for Christmas dinner," Hazel replied. "And me," I moaned. Hazel puffed her smoke out slowly and watched as the light wind eased it away. "How do we get out of it? I can't endure another torture like that." "We have to have a more important engagement, like I did last year." "I noticed that, you rat Jeremy. You left me in the lurch. Dying great-aunt indeed! Any great-aunt of yours would have died decades ago, worn out with living on the wages of sin and pickled with alcohol." "You don't get pickled with vintage champagne. As far as I know my two great-aunts drank nothing else. The last survivor died under her toy-boy. It nearly gave him a heart attack too. Good excuse though, wasn't it?" "You'll need a better one this year. They have started their campaign early before you and I are prepared. What are we going to do?" Now I was getting depressed. I sank the rest of the whisky and finished my cigarette. "We have to think of something, anything. Can we discuss it on the walk back?" "I'd love to Jeremy, but I promised June I'd stay with her. She isn't really up to this distance yet and needs distracting from her tiredness. And..." "She's the best gossip around. Anything we said would be magnified ten times and around the town in hours." "True. How about a meeting later?" "A secret assignation? Sounds good to me, Hazel. When and where?" "How about a meal out? Not tonight. This lunch will leave me too full to face anything except a light snack tonight." "Then what about the new coffee bar in the High Street. It's open until ten. That do?" "OK." Hazel stopped talking and glanced through the pub's window. "They're assembling for the walk. We had better join them separately. I'll go through the pub. You go round the outside." "Yes, Hazel," I replied. "What time for coffee?" "Eight," she said as she opened the pub door. She was right. I didn't get a chance to talk to her on the whole walk back. She was almost carrying June by the time we reached our cars. Alex had been burbling to me about his new car. I didn't care about cars. If they went when they should and stopped when they should that was all I wanted. New model? New facilities? New super-dooper wotsits? Forget them. My car had been my father's. A 1956 Rolls-Royce that looked wonderful, behaved impeccably and was soothingly comfortable to drive. I paid a local lad to clean and polish it once a week, had it serviced by my local Rolls-Royce dealer every six months, and that was it – a reliable form of transport. I was in a foul mood by the time I got home. I drove the Rolls into the garage, closed the doors, and made myself a sandwich to eat later. I slumped in front of the television until the soap I was watching became too puerile. I switched the television off and stomped around the house looking for something to distract me until I could meet Hazel. I even picked up the local free paper. That was a waste of time. I'd read all the news stories in last week's paid-for paper. However an advert caught my eye and started a train of thought. I wonder... By the time I met Hazel that thought had built to a castle in Spain. I had mapped out a whole scenario of ideas. The sight of Hazel smiling at me as we met brought the whole edifice crashing down. I couldn't do that to Hazel. I liked the woman. She noticed my change of expression. "What's up, Jeremy?" Hazel asked. "You looked happy and then as if you had been hit by a truck." "I had an idea about Christmas but it was stupid." I said bluntly. "I think you need that coffee." She said. "Come on. This time I'm paying." You'll regret it, I thought. The coffee bar's prices are exorbitant. She didn't blink at the size of the bill. Hazel must be better off than I thought. Perhaps royalties on her husband's books were paying off at last. "Out with it," Hazel ordered as we settled down in the deep armchairs. "What was this stupid idea?" I blushed. I mean, at my age! How could I blush? I thought I'd stopped that years ago. Hazel laughed at me, a friendly laugh, not a teasing one. "That sort of idea?" Her eyebrow raised. "Sort of. I thought that we could say we were going away at Christmas." "And...?" "Together. But not really. Just let them think we are together but actually go somewhere separately, to hotels perhaps." I cleared my throat. "That might compromise you, so it isn't a good idea." "And if I don't mind being 'compromised' as you put it so delicately?" "Hazel!" I exclaimed. "Assume that me being 'compromised' isn't an obstacle. What was the rest of your idea? Emily and Mabel might feel insulted if we just went away." This was getting awkward. "If we were secretive about it, and we made it clear that we were going away for the same period, to different places – which would be the truth," I added hastily, "then people might think that we were actually going away together for another reason..." My voice died away. "Let me get this clear, Jeremy," Hazel said, leaning towards me, "We would let people deduce that you and I were going to have a dirty weekend together, only we wouldn't, we'd just let people think we were. Is that it?" "Er,...Yes." Hazel sat back in her chair and just looked at me. A different look, not at all as she normally glanced at me, or as she looked at me when we talked. An appraising look almost as if she hadn't seen me before and wanted to remember what I looked like. I blushed again. There was a long pause before she spoke again. "I think that's too complicated, Jeremy. It would be difficult to maintain the act. We have to be apparently potential lovers trying to keep our love secret. That's hard to convey and easy to misinterpret especially as we aren't lovers. Our passionate glances might be mistaken for indigestion or some other ailment. If we were trying to be secretive we couldn't stroll round the town hand in hand, or kiss in the park, could we?" Hazel seemed to want a response. "I suppose not." "If we were really going away for a dirty Christmas and we didn't care who knew it, and why should we? - We're both unattached and fancy-free – then we could do the hand in hand and the kisses. That would settle the Jones sisters. They could see that we'd rather be alone together than having Christmas dinner with them. We might embarrass them if we did the hand-in-hand bit at their dinner." I spluttered into my coffee. When I had wiped my mouth with my napkin I said tentatively: "Isn't that going rather far just to avoid dinner with them?" "So is going away to separate hotels, Jeremy. That could be boring and far worse than the Jones sisters' meal. If we really went away together I think we would enjoy Christmas far more. Don't you think so?" Before I could answer she stood up and came to my chair. My reply was stifled by a kiss that nearly made me drop my coffee. I don't know how long it lasted. My heart was beating much faster. "That is a sample, Jeremy. Like to have some more samples?" I made a decision. I put my coffee down. "Yes, Hazel. I'd like some more." "Then finish your coffee and we'll try the hand-in-hand bit in the park. That will do for a start." It was. A start that is. By Christmas Hazel and I were recognised as a couple. We drove away just before Christmas in my gleaming Rolls-Royce. Tonight and the next few nights we have the honeymoon suite in a remote country hotel that is doing Christmas for us and a dozen or so other couples. Tonight we will go beyond samples to the main course. I am sure we will enjoy it far more than Christmas dinner with the Jones sisters. Dinner With Friends and More Micki and I had been married for twelve years when our lives made a dramatic turn that we'll never forget. We had always been faithful to one another and while Micki was a virgin when we married, she wasn't a prude either and had engaged in oral sex with two boyfriends before we met. In fact she liked to talk about it when we made love. At the time Micki was 31, a beautiful petite brunette about 5'-1" and 110 pounds with 34 B breasts and a killer heart shaped ass. Her nipples are very large and sensitive and are over ½ inch long when erect. She looks a little like Demi Moore and is still as beautiful 12 years later. We are the same age. I am an even 6', go about 210 pounds and keep in pretty good shape. We live in a small suburban community in a 4 bedroom home with a pool, hot tub, etc. on a two acre wooded lot, so we have privacy. In spite of having two children we led a pretty active social life that revolved around friends and neighbors and seemed pretty much routine for the time. Our two best friends were close neighbors, Bob and Jeanne. Bob was in technical sales and traveled a lot. He was 6-2 with a medium build and was good looking and a very smooth talker. Jeanne was a striking blonde, about 5'-7" and 130 pounds with 34 B breasts and long legs. She resembles Kim Bassinger. Jeanne is a huge flirt and dresses the part going braless quite often. We had been invited to Bob and Jeanne's for dinner one summer night and our two kids and their one child were with a sitter at our house. We had a great dinner with lots of wine and good conversation. As usual Bob was paying a lot of attention to Micki and Jeanne was flirting outrageously with me. Micki loved the attention from Bob, I am sure partly because our sex life had gotten pretty routine in spite of our deep love for one another. Micki did notice the flirting between Jeanne and me and I am not sure she liked it very much. After dinner, Bob broke out the cold bottle of Irish Cream Liquor for dessert. We finished the bottle and between that and all the wine we were all feeling pretty mellow. It was a warm evening and Jeanne suggested a swim in their new pool. Micki quickly said: "Bill and I didn't bring our suits." Jeanne answered: "No problem, we'll all just go in our undies......mine are new and pretty." Jeanne was dressed in white shorts and a white lace top while Micki had on yellow shorts and an off white tee. I knew Micki had on her new yellow lace tanga panties and matching bra underneath her cream colored tee shirt and white shorts. When Jeanne jumped up out of her chair and dropped her shorts and top, I saw that she was wearing a sheer white micro thong and a matching sheer bra. You could clearly see her dark pink nipples and areolas through the bra and I thought I saw just the hint of "camel toe" in the thong, and it was obvious she was shaved bare. Jeanne jumped in the pool followed closely by Bob in his black boxers and soon myself. Micki just sat there shaking her head until Bob got out of the pool and walked over to her to coax her in. After a few seconds, Micki got up and looked past Bob to me before removing her tee shirt. She looked at me again with questioning eyes as Bob stared at her dark brown nipples poking through the yellow lace of her bra. Then she unzipped her shorts looked into Bob's eyes and said "Help me?" Bob quickly slid his hands onto her shorts and took them down and off. Micki jumped into the pool and swam to the end opposite Jeanne and me. Bob followed and joined her. Jeanne suggested that we play a game of horse fight where the girls ride on the guys shoulders and joust one another. Micki said ok with me, you two are dead meat. Jeanne pushed me down and jumped onto my shoulders. I could feel the heat of her thighs on my neck and I told her she felt pretty good up there. Being the flirt she is, Jeanne said she wished she was sitting the other way! I looked back at the other end of the pool where Micki and Bob were talking and saw Bob go behind Micki and grab her by the butt cheeks to lift her onto his shoulders. She settled in with a wiggle and a thigh hug. Micki's bra was now wet and totally see through so I could see her nipples were hard as bullets. After a few rounds of horse fights we hit the hot tub to relax. Jeanne was beside me and Micki sat opposite close to Bob. I felt Jeanne's hand on my thigh and could see that Bob's hands were under the water too. We were all just talking when all of a sudden Micki said she was thirsty and stood up. I could see Bob's hand fall away from her thigh. Jeanne offered that she and I would get the drinks. Jeanne climbed out of the tub and I was treated to the first close-up look at her fantastic ass and breasts through her sheer wet white bra and thong. Jeanne's ass is a little larger than Micki's and definitely moves when she walks. The thong disappeared like dental floss between her cheeks. Her bra and thong were a lot smaller than any swim suit she must have worn, because you could see a lot of great tan line showing. While in the kitchen getting the drinks Jeanne said she had noticed me staring at her tits and asked if I liked her Wicked Weasel undies that Bob had given her last winter for their vacation to the Caribbean. She said she had two bikinis too from WW that she had worn at the beach and hotel pool. When I told her I thought she looked sexy as hell and that I would like to get a similar set for Micki, Jeanne said that I could look at hers anytime and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. Soon I felt Jeanne's tongue slip between my lips and we were into a deep french kiss. Jeanne is a great kisser and sucked on my tongue making me instantly hard. She pulled back and said: "Oh my, now look what I've done. You feel so good against me." I reminded her that we were both married and should be getting back to Bob and Micki. "In a minute", Jeanne said and kissed me deeply as my hands played with her ass and slipped between her cheeks to feel her warmth and wetness. She was dripping wet and as my fingers found her puffy lips she moaned softly. I gently probed her nether hole with the index finger of my left hand while my right hand caressed her pussy lips. Jeanne reached into my boxers, started to stroke my rock hard cock and whispered hoarsely in my ear: "Please fuck me, I want you sooo bad. I want to feel this cock inside me." I lifted her up on the kitchen counter and pulled her thong to the side and licked and sucked her pussy. My god she was so wet she nearly drowned me with her sweet juice as I fucked her with my tongue. She came so hard and loud that I was afraid that Bob and Micki would hear even though the door was shut. I said that we needed to get back outside before we were missed. Jeanne looked into my eyes and said: "I'll bet Bob has done the same to Micki at least." We made our way quietly outside and when we got close enough to see the hot tub, we could see Micki standing facing the house leaning over the edge of the tub and Bob behind her fucking her with long hard strokes as he squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. Micki was groaning and saying: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder Bob....Ohhh yes, yes, I love your cock in me....soooo deep, don't stop, don't ever stop." Bob just kept pounding her until he shuddered and said "I'm going to cum....do you want it in your pussy". Micki screamed: "I'm cumming too, don't stop. Shoot it inside my hot pussy...fuck meeee. Fill me. You feel so hard and hot and sooo good. " Jeanne looked into my eyes and said "I knew Bob would fuck her tonight, I could tell he has wanted to get into her pussy for so long. Now will you please fuck me", and led me back into the house into their bedroom. Jeanne took off her bra and thong and lay down on their bed as I took off my boxers. I kissed my way up her thighs to taste the wetness of her cunt. Jeanne has large meaty lips and a huge clit that is made for sucking. As I lapped at her pussy she asked me to turn so she could suck my cock. She took all of me to the back of her throat and swallowed so that her throat squeezed the end of my cock. She just kept alternately sucking and swallowing. No one has ever sucked me like she does.....she is ravenous. I couldn't wait any longer and turned her around and rubbed my cock up and down the wet lips and slapped her pussy with my cock. Jeanne's eyes found mine in the dim light of the bedroom and said "Shove that beautiful hard cock in my pussy and fuck me like Bob is fucking Micki. Fuck me lover." I drove my cock into Jeanne's pussy as deep and hard as I could and I could feel the head of my cock just touching her cervix. I leaned in and we kissed deep and wet and sloppy. Soon we came together in an incredible climax that left us in a pool of sweat, pussy juice and cum. After cooling down and spooning for a while, I got up to go to the bathroom and was drawn to noise coming from another bedroom. Apparently while Jeanne and I were fucking, Bob and Micki had left the tub for the guest bedroom. I could hear Micki groaning and out of breath saying: "Oh, Bob, yes, lick me like that, suck my clit, oh yes. Bob, don't stop.....yes fuck my ass with your fingers. More, harder I want to feel you everywhere in me. " I've never heard her more out of control or hotter. She always loved finger play in her ass when I ate her, but this was more intense. I found my cock getting hard again as I listened to Bob making love to Micki. Then I heard Micki say with a raspy voice: "Bob, I want you in me, I want to feel your cock in my pussy again, I know Bill must be fucking Jeanne and I want you too." Then I heard a familiar moan that Micki always makes just as my cock enters her and I knew that she now had a different cock in her for the second time tonight and only the second time since we got married. Bob grunted and said "you feel so good; I love the feel of your pussy lips grabbing my cock. I've wanted to fuck you for so long Micki, ever since that night two months ago when I came to see Bill and he was away and we talked and eventually kissed and you let me touch you and fuck you with my fingers. I almost had to rape you then when you said no, that you just couldn't be unfaithful." Then Micki said "be quiet, just fuck me hard, put your fingers back in my ass. Yes, like that, ughhhhh. Oh Bob, I am sooo hot, please put your cock in my ass....do it now...pleasssee." I was stunned. Micki had never asked me to fuck her ass, but tonight was definitely different. We had never been unfaithful to one another before either and I had never heard Micki more excited and filled with lust. Remembering what I had set out to do, I went to the bathroom and then returned to get Jeanne, so she could hear what was happening. When we got to just outside the guest room, it was obvious that Bob had gotten most of his cock into Micki's ass as we heard him say "just another inch or two....oh my god you are so tight......aggggghhh and hot." Micki was making a guttural sound of passion and uttering...fuck....fuck......fuck my ass. Oh yes, yes, yes, it hurts a little but I love it." Jeanne was standing in front of me, so she reached back and grabbed hold of my rock hard cock and whispered "He's really fucking her in the ass, isn't he? How hot and nasty. I think Micki likes it. Bob has never touched me there. Wanna try?" I said: "I thought you'd never ask." And I led her back to the bedroom. Jeanne lay down on her back and I pulled her to the foot of the bed and began to lick her from her ass to her clit. Licking quickly on her little button then sucking it into my mouth, then back to licking. Jeanne was actually humping my face. I couldn't help but stroke my stiff member as I licked her, precome was oozing from the tip of my cock allowing my hand to glide easily up and down my shaft. All the while thinking of how Bob must have been fucking Micki's ass and pussy. Jeanne grabbed a bottle of lube from her nightstand and gave it to me. I dropped a small amount on her puckered hole and then eased first one finger into her and let her get used to the new feeling before inserting a second and eventually a third. Jeanne was so excited and so wet that juice from her pussy was adding extra lubrication to her ass. Then I probed her ass slowly with just my two index fingers before adding my middle fingers to spread her open. Jeanne was begging me to fuck her with my cock. "Please, I want you to be the one to take my virgin ass, fuck me!" I moved in toward her with my hard cock right at the entrance to her wet waiting virginal hole. I pushed just the head at the entrance; she moaned and pushed her ass back towards me inviting me inside her. Jeanne had one hand caressing my balls and her other rubbing her clit. While I was steadying myself with one arm, the fingers of my other hand started tugging at her nipples. As I pushed into her Jeanne pushed back and wiggled trying to get more of me inside her. As I began to slowly stroke in and out, I went slowly deeper and deeper until she had taken all of my cock. She felt as tight and warm and smooth as butter. I reached down and placed two fingers in her pussy. I could feel the thin wall between my fingers and cock. With my wet fingers I began pulling at her nipples again. Her own hand was going wild on her clit as I kept up a steady pace fucking her ass with nice long strokes. It was just minutes before Jeanne started bucking against me, her hand furious on her love button. She stiffened, let out a gasp, and then convulsed in orgasm, moaning and groaning and really fucking the hell out of me and screaming "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, my lover. I could feel the cum building in my cock and told Jeanne to come with me. Jeanne, gasped yes, I'm ready, cum in me now, fuck me hard, don't stop pounding my ass. I'm cummmmming." I blasted her insides with my hot load and shook all over as sweat poured off both of us. Soon my cock literally shrank out of her, I was so fucked out. We cuddled and kissed and lay together as we dozed off. Jeanne woke up a little later, just before me and went snooping to check on Micki and Bob. When Jeanne came back she was ready to fuck again. She said she looked into the guest bedroom because the door had been left open. The full moon had lighted up the room with a soft glow and she could see Micki on her knees giving Bob a loud sloppy blow job. Jeanne said she could even smell the unmistakable odor of sex in the room. Bob was laying on his back and bucking up to meet Micki's mouth, almost fucking her face. Jeanne said she had watched and played with her own pussy until Bob had swung around so that he could lick and suck Micki's pussy as well. Jeanne begged me to eat her "just like Bob is doing to Micki." I fucked Jeanne five times that night....... And it was just the beginning of many nights for Micki and me with Bob and Jeanne.