Trish Storey grinned as she saw the flicker of surprise on the apartment manager's face. It was always this way when she appeared in her Storey Pool Maintenance truck at a new client's place. Trish supposed that it was rather unusual seeing a blonde in a bikini running an outfit as big as Storey's, but her clients soon got the idea that she was here to work, not to play around. Of course, some of them tried, but Trish had become an expert at thwarting customers' advances. She'd been practicing ever since she'd taken over the pool cleaning outfit from her father two years ago and had made a success of the business that far exceeded her expectations. Trish was a hard worker and ran her crew with an iron hand. There was a brain inside that pretty head of hers and anyone who still believed in the idea of dumb blondes changed their mind in a hurry when they hired Trish's firm. Trish was all business.
After a hurried conference with her crew, Trish pulled up a chair by the pool and supervised the whole operation. She had picked her crew carefully and the men knew exactly what to do. Trish's job now was supervisory and she was glad. At first she had pitched in with the men, showing them how to use the pool cleaning equipment, but now there was no need for that. At this point in time, Trish went along on jobs only to make sure that the crew worked efficiently and to collect the money. She knew that the pool cleaning outfit could get along without her, but Trish was reluctant to give up her job and run the outfit from the office the way Allen wanted her to. She'd been running the pool cleaning operation when she had married Allen six months ago, and Trish wasn't quite ready to give up her freedom yet. Of course, Allen could afford to support her, but Trish knew she wouldn't be happy sitting in a house all day long, even a beautiful house like the one Allen had purchased when they were married. Trish was a working woman and wanted to stay that way for another year or so. Allen would just have to accept her independence and stop bugging her about staying away from the pool cleaning jobs.
Trish gave a little sigh and closed her eyes against the bright California sun. She knew that most of her customers hired her initially because they liked the idea of a beautiful woman in a bikini cleaning their pools. Later they discovered that her prices were competitive and that her crew did a good job. Allen thought it was terrible that she wore a bikini to work, but Trish had insisted that she would do things the way she had always done them. The sooner Allen realized he had married an independent woman, the better.
"Hey, Trish! You're going to get a sunburn!" a familiar voice roused her out of her reverie. Dale Conners was standing over her, staring at her in a very intent way. Even though Dale hadn't said anything out of the way, Trish felt a small seed of alarm begin to grow in her mind. Dale had been staring at her a lot lately and there was something unusual in his gaze. She knew that Dale was having trouble with his wife, according to the office gossip. Karen Conners had threatened to leave Dale, according to the rumors. Surely Dale couldn't be thinking of starting anything with her, could he? He'd joined the work crew over a year ago and knew how she felt about any personal relationships between members of the crew. She'd grown to count on Dale a lot over the past months and was even thinking of raising his salary and promoting him, but Trish knew she wouldn't even consider giving Dale more responsibility if he didn't behave himself. Of course, he hadn't actually done anything she could call him on ... just staring like that with his knowing eyes and a slight grin on his face. Yet, she could be imagining his intent. Trish knew that she was very nervous about things like that after her marriage. Marriage to Allen wasn't at all the way she thought it would be. He was good to her, but something was wrong and Trish couldn't, for the life of her, decide what it was. She was sure that it couldn't be her fault but couldn't guess how Allen was to blame, either. Perhaps it was just the shock of sleeping in the same bed with Allen that was making her uptight and jumpy lately. Allen wasn't at all like she had expected him to be in bed. He'd always been the perfect gentleman when they'd dated and now he acted more and more like an animal when they were alone in bed. Trish was sure it wasn't healthy to want sex as much as Allen seemed to desire it. She had put her foot down about that. Of course, she intended to perform her wifely duty, but too much was too much. Trish had always been taught that wives were modest and sweet, not bold the way Allen seemed to want her to be. Perhaps because she was bold and independent in business, Allen expected her to act the same way in bed. Trish hoped that he would get over that idea in a hurry. She intended to be the perfect wife and everyone knew that wives weren't wild, the way Allen wanted her to be. He'd just have to change his ideas about her role as a wife. She certainly wasn't going to change. Trish knew that she was right.
"All done, Trish!" Dale shouted out, startling her again. "You want us to start on that job in Beverly Hills or wait until tomorrow morning when most of us'll be fresh and rested?"
Trish felt the blush creep up to her cheeks and her face felt hot. That was another of Dale's slightly off-color comments. He'd been making them every since she'd gotten married to Allen, teasing her every time she yawned, asking her whether she'd gotten any sleep, and things like that. Dale had a one-track mind and Trish had just about had enough of it. She'd have to speak to him about it soon, but she just didn't have the energy to do it now. She was exhausted after the confrontation she'd had with Allen last night. And Trish knew that she didn't dare think about that now, or she really would blush. The things that Allen had wanted her to do in bed were positively immoral and no wife in her right mind would do what Allen had hinted broadly at.
"Tomorrow morning will be fine," Trish conceded shortly. "Let's go back to the office. "I'll just collect from the apartment manager and make our new booking with him. You men clean up here and get everything in the truck."
As Trish turned and walked up the sidewalk toward the manager's apartment, she felt Dale's eyes on her back. She tried to walk straight and not mind, but could feel her face turn red again. Damn the nerve of that man! He was getting more and more impertinent every day! Something would have to be done about Mr. Dale Conners very soon and she would have to be the one to do it. And Trish knew that when the confrontation came, she was going to put him in his place if it killed her in the process. If she let Dale get away with making remarks to her, the rest of the crew would get the idea they could do the same. Then she'd have a real mess on her hands.
Dale Conners watched his lovely boss walk toward the manager's apartment and his lips formed a silent whistle. She was a real beauty, with her long tanned legs and light blonde hair. Trish had all the curves in the right places. If she'd tried, she could have been a model or an actress. Dale bet that she wasn't quite the prude she made out to be, either. He'd expected to see a change in his lovely boss after her marriage, but obviously Allen didn't know how to handle her. Dale wished that he could take his boss' husband's place for just one night. He'd show Trish a thing or two. As a matter-of-fact, Dale had been fantasizing about that ever since the trouble with Karen started. Every time he tried to talk Karen into doing anything new in bed, she acted outraged. He wasn't getting anywhere with his own wife, but reasoned he could get somewhere with Trish. Dale was going to try, anyway. He was just biding his time, waiting for the right opportunity. Dale knew Trish's new husband and Allen was the type of guy who would swallow his pride and let Trish run the marriage. There wouldn't be any competition with Allen if Dale decided to have a crack at Trish. Dale was convinced that he was twice the man Allen was, even if Allen was rich. Those rich boys just didn't know how to cut it in the sack, he felt. But Dale knew and he was going to prove that to Trish at the first opportunity.
CHAPTER TWO
Trish poured Allen another cup of coffee and sighed tiredly. Today had been an exhausting day and she was just starting to relax. Now that she was in the comfort of her own home with her loving husband beside her, Trish was sure that she was borrowing trouble, thinking that Dale was going to try to put the make on her. He really hadn't said anything that bad. She had just been uptight and nervous lately and must be imagining the whole thing. After a good night's sleep, she wouldn't be nervous about Dale any longer. Good heavens, he'd been on her crew for over a year and hadn't done anything yet. It was ridiculous to believe that he was just waiting for the right time to make his move. Her imagination was working overtime.
"I'm going to take a shower, hon," Allen said, pushing back his chair. "Why don't you just leave those dishes and we'll stack them in the dishwasher in the morning. You look beat. Just crawl into bed and I'll be there in a couple of minutes."
Trish smiled at Allen and headed straight for the bedroom. Allen really was good to her and she ought to be grateful for such a loving husband. Last night had just been one of those strange incidents that happened between married people sometimes when they didn't understand each other. She could tell that Allen was sorry he'd even mentioned anything about her being cold in bed. He hadn't actually apologized but was acting contrite. She should be glad that he was such a nice man. She couldn't have picked a nicer husband.
Trish put on her nightgown quickly and slid under the covers. Then she gave one last sigh and her eyes closed. She was really tired tonight. Perhaps Allen was right. Running the pool cleaning business might be foolish when they had enough money without it. Maybe she should stay home and give up the outfit.
The thoughts whirled around in Trish's head for a moment and then they all merged together in a dream as she fell asleep. She was sleeping so deeply that she didn't even stir when Allen came out of the shower and crawled into bed beside her. She was dreaming a strange dream, imagining Dale wading in a shallow blue pool, urging her to come in with him. And in the dream, Dale didn't have a thing on! He was stark naked, cleaning the blue pool!
Trish gave a little whimper as she looked down at herself in the dream. She was naked, too, and now was running toward the pool and Dale's waiting arms, hurrying to join him in the warm, blue water. She could see his cock sticking out powerfully and she gave another whimper of concern. Of course, this was only a dream, but yet it seemed so real. And Dale's huge prick was waiting for her, right there under all that warm blue water.
"OOOOOOH!" Trish let out a squeal of fright as she felt a hand on her arm. Dale was grabbing her and was going to do something awful to her. She could tell that this dream was going to change into a nightmare. Why couldn't she wake up?
"Hey ... Trish!" Allen said, shaking her gently. "Hey, baby ... wake up. You're having a nightmare."
"Oh!" Trish gasped, blinking in the glare of the bedside lamp. "I ... I'm sorry, honey. I guess I was having a bad dream. It was something about cleaning pools and ... and ... I don't remember the rest."
Trish's voice faltered. She remembered the dream perfectly but wasn't about to tell Allen what it was. She just hoped that she wouldn't dream anything like that again. Here she was married to Allen. She shouldn't be dreaming about another man's cock!
"Roll over and I'll cuddle you," Allen offered, a smile crossing his face as his wife snuggled up to him and rested her head on his shoulder. The shower had invigorated him instead of making him sleepy and the scent of Trish's perfume seemed to billow around him like a warm, fragrant cloud. She looked like an angel with her hair spread out on the pillow and Allen wished that she could be as sweet as she looked. Marriage to Trish was a lot different than he had expected. She had turned out to be a real old-fashioned girl rather than the independent, bold woman she had seemed at first. Of course, Allen loved his wife, but he wished that some of the boldness he saw Trish exhibit in her job would carry over to her married life. He always felt like she was doing him a favor when they fucked. He wanted Trish to come right out and ask him to fuck her, once in awhile.
Allen rolled over and held his wife tightly. He wasn't even thinking about sex tonight, but something was happening anyway. Before Allen even had time to react, his prick began to harden. Trish was so sleepy, warm and cuddly that he just couldn't help it, and his cock stiffened into a hard rod. Then, before he had second thoughts, Allen reached out for Trish's warm, sweet nipples.
"MMMMMMMMMM," Trish moaned, snuggling a little closer. She had fallen back asleep, lulled by the warmth of her husband's body, and now he was a part of her dream. His fingers felt so wonderful stroking over her swollen nipples, coaxing them into plump hardness. Little shivers of joy ran through her body and she moaned again, snuggling right up to the hard stiffness of his body. This was wonderful and she wanted more of it. She'd never enjoyed a dream as much as she was enjoying this one.
Allen gave a pleased sigh as he felt Trish's body begin to respond to him. Usually she drew back a little when he did this. Tonight, though, Trish seemed to really be enjoying the way he was caressing her hot little nipples with his fingers. She was much more warm and willing than she'd ever been before and Allen's cock jerked powerfully as a nasty idea came to his mind. He could tell that Trish was asleep and that made it all the more exciting. Maybe things would be better if he fucked her while she was asleep. It might be really good that way. She was usually calm and dispassionate when he fucked her before. She acted as if she were performing her wifely duty. It had gotten to the point where Allen really didn't care about fucking Trish anymore, but tonight seemed to be very different. Tonight she was quivering and he heard her breathing quicken as his fingers smoothed down her body and slipped past the enticing little swell of her flared hips. Trish was acting very responsively tonight and Allen decided that he'd just have to take advantage of it, even if she was asleep. Perhaps this was the way to waken her to the joys of fucking. Everything else that he'd tried hadn't worked.
"MMMMMMMMMMM," Trish moaned. She was hovering right on the edge of awareness. Those stroking fingers felt so wonderful that she was sure she was dreaming. She felt her legs slide apart gradually, like they were floating on clear, sparkling water, just as if she were swimming in one of her sparkling clean pools. The dream was so delicious that she didn't want to wake up. She was swimming in a pool and the water was caressing her intimately in just the way she loved.
"AAAAHHHH!" Allen sighed softly, completely taken by surprise. Trish was reacting beautifully to his lightly stroking fingers. She'd never spread her legs out like this before. Perhaps tonight was the night that he'd be able to break through Trish's inhibitions and have fun with her in bed at last.
"MMMMMMMMM," Trish moaned again and Allen felt the blood begin to race in his veins. His prick gave a surge of power and he rolled over on top of her, seeking her tight little pussy-hole with the hard length of his cock-shaft. This was too good to miss. Trish was responding to him at last and Allen was determined to fuck her, awake or not.
"MMMMMMMMM," another murmur of delight from Trish and her whole body was shuddering in rapturous pleasure. Her hips spread and her legs splayed out in delightful abandon. The dream was wonderful! Dale Conners was right here in the pool with her, stroking her soft, quivering curves and staring straight at her with his knowing eyes. Trish could feel her heart pounding in her chest and it made her breasts tremble as she felt his body come nearer and nearer to her own. He was going to touch her with his big cock and Trish wanted him to. Dale Conners was climbing on top of her and she couldn't restrain her excitement. She wanted him to do it ... to shove his powerful erection right into her fluttering cuntal channel and fuck her to glorious oblivion.
Allen almost gave a yelp of delight at the way Trish was responding to him, but he caught himself just in time. If Trish was this sexy and excited when she was asleep, he sure didn't want to wake her up and have her get all inhibited again. Tonight something very unusual was happening to his old-fashioned wife and he didn't want to waste time figuring out what it was. He just wanted to enjoy it. There was time enough for figuring it out when his cock wasn't jerking and pulsing in this demanding way. Whatever it was that had turned Trish into a sexy, warm woman was a plus for him. Now Allen just hoped that she'd stay this sexy until he managed to bury his stiffly jerking erection into her snug cuntal tunnel.
Allen needn't have worried about Trish waking up. There was no danger of that happening at this moment. Her eyes were firmly closed and she sighed blissfully as he gently pushed her legs apart even more widely. Her thighs were warm and silky where he touched her with his fingers and he could feel the heat rising rapidly in her body. Allen gazed down at his lovely wife and caught his breath in wonder. She'd never looked this sexy and desirable before. Her light pink filmy nightgown was open to the waist, exposing her high, creamy breasts. It was the perfect nightgown for Trish to be wearing tonight. Allen was really in luck. The light pink gown had only three ribbons holding it in place; one over the breasts, which had already come untied, another at the waist, and a third which was intended to hold it closed across her thighs. Now the lovely silky nightgown was bunched up around Trish's waist, leaving her slim, tanned legs free to spread widely under the guidance of Allen's shaking fingers. He had never really gotten the chance to look at Trish's body before to this extent. Of course, she wore bikinis when she was working, but at home she was rather prudish in her choice of clothes. Trish had a breathtakingly lovely body and Allen wondered fleetingly why she never displayed her charms for him. She really was old-fashioned in her home life. But tonight it seemed as if all that prudery might change abruptly. At least Allen hoped so.
Allen pulled the tie at Trish's waist, spreading the gown open carefully. Then he released the other tie and folded the soft, shiny material back away from Trish's warm, sweet body. She looked so lovely that Allen could scarcely believe his eyes. Why was she so prudish when she had a stunning body like this? He just couldn't understand it.
He gave a soft sigh as his eyes drank in her sumptuous curves. Trish looked like a goddess, spread out lushly on a soft pink cloud. She was so beautiful that he stared at her for a long time without moving, just drinking in her feminine charms. It just didn't make any sense that Trish should be so shy around him. They'd been married for six months already and she still undressed in the bathroom. He'd expected her to be bold and sexy in bed, but just the opposite was true. Trish was a puzzle and Allen despaired of ever figuring her out to his satisfaction. If she would just be a little more open about sex, they could talk about their problem, but even bringing the subject up made Trish get upset. He'd tried that last night and it had almost been a disaster. Allen wasn't about to attempt that sort of thing again.
Allen released his breath in a soft sigh and took another gulp of air. He realized that he had been holding his breath, gazing at his lovely wife's naked charms. She was the most desirable woman he'd ever seen. He just wished that he could tell her that when she was awake, but he didn't dare. If she ever found out that he had been staring at her this way, she would be terribly embarrassed and angry with him for taking advantage of her sleeping state. Then they'd have another fight like they'd had last night and that was something Allen wanted to avoid. He didn't want Trish mad at him. That wouldn't solve anything. If Trish stayed mad at him, she'd never come around to his way of thinking.
Allen took one last look at his beautiful wife and felt his turgid erection jerk demandingly. He was more than ready to sink his aching hardness between her trembling thighs. Already the sperm was rising in his prick and he could feel a flush spread over his perspiring face. He was eager and ready to fuck her with his huge, hard prick. Allen had never been this excited before and knew it was because he was able to see Trish in all her womanly glory at last. Now he just had to be careful not to wake her. He didn't want anything to spoil this moment he had been waiting for for so long.
Allen gave a groan of pleasure as he slid between Trish's soft thighs. His heated, stiffly jerking prick pushed up against the heated wetness of her pussyslit and his head spun around in excited circles. For some reasons, fucking Trish sleeping was much more exciting than fucking her while she was awake. Of course, fucking his beautiful wife was always fun, but this was great. Allen felt driven by lust ... a drive that made his knees weak and his head whirl in lusty circles. He could hardly wait to feel the slick, burning walls of her pussy clamp tightly around his cock. He knew that she'd be as hot as a furnace. She was bound to be. Even now, just pressing up against the silky warmth of her pussyslit, his cock felt like it was starting to tunnel into fire. Trish had never been this hot before. It was a real transformation.
"OOOOOOOH," Trish moaned sleepily as Allen's heated prick pressed lasciviously up against the ring of her pussymouth. She wiggled slightly and moaned again, a heated whimpering sound Allen had never heard her make before.
At first Allen was alarmed when he heard Trish's moans. He felt a twinge of fear at awakening her and spoiling this wonderful moment, but certainly wasn't going to stop now. The shuddering, heated wetness of her pussytunnel was pleading with him to go on, urging him to probe deeply into her womanly warmth.
Allen gave a stifled groan of pleasure. There was no way that he could hold back now. He had to give in to the sleeping urges of her pussy and drive in. With a muffled moan, Allen shoved his nearly-bursting prick in farther, encouraged by Trish's sleepy sighs of pleasure. It felt like his cock was encased in burning silk. The walls of her pussy-tunnel rippled and tugged at his hard prick, milking and squeezing with a moist, sucking heat. Trish's pussy had never acted like this before. She had always been warm, but never this hot. And her pussywalls had never shook and squeezed as they were doing now. This was some sort of wonderful miracle and Allen couldn't resist the burning, ecstatic sensations he was feeling. It might not be fair to fuck Trish while she was asleep, but there was no way he was going to stop. It felt too wonderful to stop. And now wasn't the time to try to figure out why Trish was so different when she was sleeping. All Allen wanted to do .was enjoy his new lusty wife.
As Allen's cock slipped snugly to the back of her pussytunnel, Trish gave a soft cry of pleasure. Wonderful little rippling thrills were chasing back and forth in her shuddering pussywalls. This was the most beautiful dream she had ever had and she moved her hips, swiveling them around to feel that burst of tingling sensation again. It was so pleasurable that it made the lovely blonde breathless and she moaned again, pressing her pussy right up against Allen's huge prick. If this was only a dream, Trish didn't ever want to wake up.
Allen gave another smothered cry and did his best to keep calm. He never thought he'd be able to stand it as Trish's flaming cuntal walls securely gripped his cock. Her blazing pussy sucked and nipped at the sides of his prick making his head swirl in lusty passion. She was so wet and hot and tight that he could barely breathe. He'd never be able to keep from cumming for long. Allen knew that he'd last only a couple of seconds if he gave way to the sensations churning through his body. It was all he could do to hold on as her shuddering, burning pussy begged for more. The feel of her tightening pussywalls was so unexpected and wonderful that Allen let out an anguished moan of frustration. It had never been like this before. What had gotten into his beautiful wife? How could he make her react like this again?
"M MM MM MM MM!" Allen groaned, driving his piercing pole in and out as the frenzy of his lust overcame his caution. It was so blindingly hot that he couldn't be gentle now. He couldn't move in slow, easy strokes when the cum was rising in his balls and his head was filled with all kinds of lewd, wonderful thoughts. He couldn't be careful not to wake her. If Trish woke up, he'd just have to deal with it somehow. Her heated pussy was driving him wild with animal lust and his careful actions had gone right out the window. He was going to fuck her within an inch of her life and it didn't matter whether she liked it or not. He just had to fuck her right for once.
Even though Trish was deeply asleep and enjoying her sexy dream, the frenzy of her husband's lust was bound to waken her. No one could stay asleep when such delightful sensations were coursing through her shivering body.
Trish gave a half-smothered cry as her body jerked convulsively and she woke up. Her eyes opened with a snap and, for a second, she didn't know where she was or what was happening to her. At first it seemed that her sexy dream about Dale Conners and the pool was actually happening. At least something was happening to her. Her pussy was snapping and blazing with heat and Trish blinked frantically, not fully comprehending what was taking place.
"OOOOOOH!" Trish gasped, now fully awake. Allen was fucking her, his body on top of hers like a rutting, frenzied animal. Trish was so shocked that she could do nothing but sputter in helpless anger. How dare her own husband fuck her while she was asleep? The nerve of him! This was a lewd trick and Trish was more angry than she'd ever been before in her life. She had never expected Allen to try something like this! Fucking her while she was asleep was a cheap, low-down trick ... something Dale Conners might do to his wife, but Trish had never expected Allen to behave in this crude way. She was so shocked she couldn't do anything except open her mouth in soundless shock.
In no more than a second, the next shock hit Trish. Even though she was livid with anger at Allen for such a sneaky stunt, she found her pussy twisting and erupting like a volcano. The juice was coursing from her tightly clenched pussymouth and Trish's face turned red with supreme embarrassment. This was absolutely disgraceful! Every inch of her body crawled in shame, but she just couldn't seem to stop responding to Allen's deep skewering thrusts. Every time his huge cock hurtled to the back of her churning cuntal channel, she shook in a frenzy of lusty heat. Trish's mind might not have wanted to respond to such crude stimuli, but her body certainly did!
Allen was having so much fun fucking his turgid pole into his wife's churning pussy that he didn't even notice that Trish was awake. He was so blind with passion that he never even guessed that Trish's eyes were open and she was staring up at him in shock. Allen kept right on plowing to the back of his wife's pussy and blasting his jerking, nearly bursting cock-head up against the blazing softness of her womb. He couldn't stop now ... not when every nerve in his body was screaming for release. It would be like trying to stop a raging wind from blowing or making the ocean stop rolling in the middle of a typhoon.
" A A A A AA A A AAAGH!" Trish gasped, shaking like a leaf in the wind. It felt like Allen was trying to drive his burning cock right through the back of her sensitive pussytunnel. She'd never felt anything like this before in her whole life. And what shocked the prudish blonde even more was her realization that she didn't really want her errant husband to stop this disgraceful performance. She wanted these blazing thrills to go on and on, despite the shock she felt at her own uncharacteristic reaction.
It was a good thing that Allen's eyes were closed tightly so he didn't get a good look at his wife's shocked face. That might have stopped him cold. But Allen wasn't expecting Trish to wake up so he never even opened his eyes. He just kept right on plunging into the blazing wetness of her pussy as his cock jerked harder and harder.
"AAAAAAAGH!" Allen yelped, giving one last mighty lunge and lodging his cockhead right up against Trish's flaming womb. Then he hollered again as his testicles started to tense and pump, sending white-hot sperm bursting into his wife's shuddering body. This had to be the best fuck of his life and it didn't matter to Allen in the least that
Trish was asleep. She was wonderfully hot, just the way he had always dreamed she would be. Allen's sexy dream was a reality now and it didn't matter whether Trish was asleep or awake. He was having too much fun to care at all.
"OOOOOOOOH!" Trish squealed, her mind whirling in shock. It felt as if Allen's prick were tearing her apart with his forced spurting. Her heated pussy was still rippling frantically, but now her mind was clearing and she felt the shame burst through her. How dare he? And why in the world was she reacting in this awful way to his crude fucking? Didn't her body know that this sort of thing just wasn't right at all?
Trish shuddering wildly as the blazing jets of sperm bounced against her pussytunnel and filled the shivering tunnel of her cunt. Allen was awful. He'd done the most despicable thing in the world to her. He'd fucked her while she was sleeping, and even now he didn't seem to care if she was asleep or awake. He didn't care about her modesty or her real feelings at all. She had been right about him last night. Allen was nothing but an animal!
Trish gave another moan of shock, but shut her eyes tightly. Now that it was over, she didn't want Allen to know that she was awake. She couldn't admit that her own body had betrayed her and she had responded to his lewd fucking. Let him think she was still asleep and she wouldn't have to discuss this awful event. She certainly didn't want to talk to Allen after what he'd done. There was nothing she had to say to him. If she pretended that she was unaware of the whole incident, they wouldn't have to discuss it.
Allen gave another cry of pleasure as the last spasm of his emptying testicles forced a feeble jet of sperm out into Trish's shivering body. Now that his passion was spent, he was a little ashamed of himself. He'd tried to be understanding and considerate of Trish all through their marriage, but something had just snapped in his mind tonight. A man couldn't behave like a gentleman all the time. After all, every husband deserved a good fuck occasionally.
With held breath, Allen opened his eyes. Then he drew a deep sigh of relief. Thank God she was still asleep! He'd have had a difficult time explaining himself if she were awake. Luck was really with him tonight. Now he wouldn't have to even mention this in the morning. What Trish didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He'd pretend that absolutely nothing had happened in bed tonight.
Allen moved slowly and cautiously, easing his weight and withdrawing his cream-coated prick. He moved smoothly over to his side of the bed and grinned into the darkness. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him, behaving this way, but it had been great. He'd never had this much fun fucking with Trish when she was awake. Maybe he ought to fuck her when she was asleep all the time.
"Mmmmmmmm," Allen gave a deep sigh and grinned again, his white teeth flashing in the darkness. Thinking about the way Trish's pussy had grabbed and squeezed at the sides of his prick, pulling him down into the blazing sheath of her cuntal channel, made him grin happily at the lusty memory. It was strange, but Trish was a lot more exciting asleep than she was awake. He'd have to think about that some more when he was rested in the morning. Right now he couldn't think about anything except dropping off to sleep and getting some well-deserved rest.
Trish was far from asleep at this moment. She was still feigning slumber, but every once in a while she peeked out beneath her long-fringed eyelids to see if Allen was sleeping. She didn't want to take the chance on confronting him tonight. Not after what he'd done.
It seemed to take forever to the anxious young blonde, but finally her husband's breathing became deep and slow. Allen was sleeping at last. Now she could relax at last and not worry that he was going to try some other awful thing with her tonight.
Trish shuddered slightly even though she tried to be still. It had been awful, and even more shocking had been the reaction of her own body to Allen's crude actions. Trish knew that she had responded like a wanton and her face burned with shame in the dark bedroom. That wasn't the way a wife should act. She knew that. It was all so confusing that Trish felt like crying in bewilderment. She'd have to figure out something to keep Allen in line ... to keep him treating her as a husband should treat a wife, or they'd really be in trouble.
The tired blonde gave a long sigh as she carefully rolled over to the very edge of their king-sized bed. Suddenly she found herself in a situation she just couldn't handle, but perhaps it would seem different in the morning when her mind was fresh. Things always seemed worse when she was exhausted like this. She'd get some sleep and then figure out what to do in the morning.
As Trish dropped off into a troubled sleep, she saw Dale Conners' face in her dreams again. For some reason all her problems were mixed up with the handsome foreman and the strange way he had looked at her this afternoon.
CHAPTER THREE
The first sound she heard was the gentle closing of the bedroom door. Trish woke with a start and sat bolt upright in bed, blinking in confusion. Was it morning, already? It seemed as if she'd slept only a few moments, but the birds were chattering outside the window and the sun was shining brightly.
Trish made a move to get up, but then remembered. She didn't want to face Allen this morning. She'd wait until he left for work and then she'd get up. She still had to think of what to do about the crazy way he'd acted last night. There was no way that she'd talk to Allen until she'd decided what to do.
With a soft despairing moan, Trish's head slipped back to the comfort of the pillow again. She didn't have to be at work until ten and the black and gold bedroom clock showed only eight. She still had over an hour before she needed to even get out of bed.
When Trish heard Allen leave for work she gave a small angry sigh. She was both terribly angry and disappointed in her husband. Allen had done something wrong. He should never have taken advantage of her when she was asleep. But that wasn't the only reason Trish was angry. She was ashamed and angry at herself for responding to Allen's crude fucking the way she had. There wasn't any use in lying to herself. Her pussy had been wetter and hotter than it had ever been before and she still remembered the blazing thrills she had felt when Allen hurtled his huge prick in and out of her snapping pussymouth. It was a different feeling than she'd ever experienced before, and just thinking about it now made her cheeks turn hot with shame. She'd responded like a whore, moving her hips in circles and pushing her cuntal mouth against Allen's body so that his cock would probe more and more deeply.
That wasn't the way she usually acted. She had been a different person last night and now had to change back into the way she really was. Trish knew that she couldn't behave like that again. Allen might get the wrong idea about the sort of woman he had married. Wives were proper and she hadn't acted at all proper last night.
"Mmmmmmm," Trish sighed deeply as her fingers moved, seemingly of their own accord. Without really realizing what she was doing, her fingers were moving to the warm, fluffy mound of her pussy. Her body began to quiver as she thought about the wonderful ripples of sensation she had felt when Allen's prick pounded in and out of her snapping cunthole. A weak, warm feeling rushed through her body just thinking about it.
Trish sighed again as her fingers began to stroke. Then they began to move faster and faster, plunging wetly up the shuddering heated tunnel of her femininity. She was fucking her own pussy with her fingers, but nothing seemed to matter except the blazing thrills she was feeling. Thinking about Allen's rude action last night had made her pussy so wet that she could hardly stand it. This might not be right, but she just couldn't resist. The thrills were getting hotter and better with each plunge and her fingers fairly flew through the glistening cream as they imitated the thrusting action of Allen's cock. Trish couldn't stop now, even though she knew that she was doing something wrong. She was simply too hot from thinking about what had happened last night.
Trish gave a whimpering sigh as her fingers moved in lewd patterns in her wet, heated cuntal channel. She was lost in a dream of horny lust. Every sliding plunge of her fingers carried her farther and farther toward some wonderful, compelling brink. She had never been this excited before, except for last night, when Allen was fucking her so rudely. As a matter-of-fact, she had felt exactly like this last night. And now, just thinking about her husband's huge, hard-heated cock, made her breathing quicken and her pulse race with thundering passion. There was no way that Trish could stop the frenzied plunging of her fingers. She was experiencing true passion at last, imagining that Allen's cock was fucking her and her hand moved faster and faster, trying to ignite the glowing embers at the very back of her juicy pussytunnel. If Allen had walked into the room at this moment, Trish knew that she would have begged him to fuck her as he had done last night. Even though the quivering blonde was shocked at the realization, she could no longer deny it. Last night had seemed to release some strange feelings for her. Even though Trish found it hard to accept, she knew that she would never regard fucking in quite the same way again. Of course, she didn't want Allen to behave that way again, but that wasn't quite true, either. She wanted him to behave that way but knew she shouldn't. Trish's desires were at war with her old-fashioned morals and it was a tossup as to which would win. Now she wished that she had someone to talk to about the strange new way she was feeling. Of course, she didn't want to discuss it with Allen until she'd straightened out her own thinking. If there were just someone else who would listen and offer her advice.
Suddenly a familiar face popped into Trish's mind, not at all in contrast with her plunging fingers. That dream was Dale Conners. Dale could answer her questions, but could she trust him enough to confide in? Trish just wasn't sure, but did notice that thinking about Dale Conners made her pussy even wetter and her fingers move faster. There was something about Dale that gave her a little thrill just thinking about him. He was bold and was definitely a man. Trish would have hated his brashness if Allen had started to act that way, but with Dale it seemed to fit his personality. Perhaps she could sort of sound him out this afternoon and see whether he'd be a good person to talk to. He might just be perfect. Her problem was sexual and Trish had a suspicion that Dale had done everything there was to do in that area.
It was a natural reaction, but the surprise of it all made Trish blush in mortification. She couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to fuck with Dale Conners. Of course, she wouldn't actually do it, but it didn't hurt to think about it, did it? From the way Dale talked and the comments she had heard him making to rest of the crew, Trish was positive that Dale was very experienced. Perhaps it would feel like this if she fucked with Dale. His huge hard cock would tunnel up into her womanly channel just the way her own fingers were doing right now. He would bring these shuddering thrills to a blazing crescendo of passion. Dale would fuck her and fuck her until it finally happened.
"MMMMMMMM!" Trish gave another long shuddering sigh as her fingers thrust forward again and again. Her lips parted and she licked them unconsciously. Then a soft little moan of pleasure was forced out between her lips and she trembled with passion. Her body felt swollen ... filled with something exciting and wonderful. She knew that something unexpected was going to happen and the trembling blonde held her breath in excitement. She had never felt like this before, as if she were on the edge of something, poised and waiting for it to happen.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" Trish groaned, moving her hips against the stiffness of her bunched up fingers. She had done this last night while she was sleeping. She remembered it now. Her hips had circled exactly this same way and it had felt wonderful. Her pussy was so hot it seemed ready to burst into flames and the cream gushed profusely out of her trembling pussymouth. She'd never been this creamy or hot before. What was getting into her? Could she be going crazy from the pressures of her marriage and her work?
A kind of lusty desperation came over Trish's body and mind as her fingers pushed in and out. She was breathing hard now, slamming her hand up against her fluffy pussy-mound and making low moaning sounds in her throat. She was almost there ... almost at the peak of writhing passion. Just a few more thrusts and it was going to happen.
"AAAAAAAAAGH!" Trish screamed loudly. She just couldn't believe that these wonderful, electric sensations were happening to her. She was spinning around on a carousel of pleasure, whirling so fast it made her dizzy. The lightning-like thrills raced and careened off her sucking cuntal walls and she felt as if she were dying of pure joy. She was riding a wave of pleasure now, higher and higher as the shooting rocking motions went on and on, bathing her in a heated glow that tingled and spread until her whole body was burning with the sweet rapture of orgasm. It was marvelous and all Trish could do was gasp and moan as her mind went blank with pleasure.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. It seemed to last for hours, rippling and tingling and exploding until Trish was exhausted. When she was able to finally pull her soaked fingers from her pussy at last, she dropped her hand limply to the mattress and sighed softly. So that was the feeling everyone was always talking about! And the stories she had heard were right! It was incredibly wonderful!
It was a long time before Trish could move. When she finally stopped trembling, she got out of bed and leaned weakly against the dresser. Good Heavens! She had never dreamed anything like that really existed. She had been missing something all her life and now, at last, she knew what it was!
A smile crossed Trish's face as she thought about Dale. Perhaps it was time to do something about her life. She really ought to talk to Dale and see if he had any suggestions. Maybe he could tell her what was wrong with her lately. Dale wouldn't dare make a pass at her. After all, she was his boss. She could feel perfectly safe in talking to Dale and finding out the answers to some of her questions.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Look ... I never would have said anything if I hadn't been worried about her," Allen said sincerely, speaking softly into the phone. "You know your sister pretty well, Lynne. What do you think I ought to do? I feel guilty as hell today after what I did."
"Mmmmmm," Lynne Brooks made a noncommittal comment. She was thinking hard. Allen did have a problem with Trish and she just wished that she could be of more help to him. Trish always had been a spoiled little sister and their parents had protected her, the baby of the family. Perhaps if Trish had ever gotten into the normal trouble kids get into, she might be different now, but Trish was always an angel ... an angel with a devilishly curved body. At least that's the way Lynne had always thought of her baby sister. It was strange that the two sisters had turned out so differently. Trish was blonde and curvy, like a fashion model, and she was short and petite, with dark hair and a body built for no-nonsense. At least that was what her husband, Hal, told her. Hal was fond of saying that Lynne was a ball of fire and Lynne privately agreed with him. She and Trish had turned out so differently that people didn't recognize them as sisters. And the difference wasn't only in appearance. Lynne was a liberal and loved to have fun and do kinky things. Trish was a regular prude. It was strange how the same set of parents could turn out two so vastly different daughters but it had happened. Lynne was just glad she was the older one and hadn't been cursed with Trish's prudery. She embarrassed Trish sometimes with her outspoken talk about sex, but Lynne had hopes for her younger sister. If Allen would just lay the law down, Trish might come around.
"Just don't worry about it, Allen," Lynne advised her worried brother-in-law. "If Trish mentions it I suppose it wouldn't hurt to apologize, but I really don't think she has the right to demand one. So you fucked her when she was asleep ... big deal! I wouldn't mind it at all if Hal did something like that to me. As a matter-of-fact, I think I'll tell him about it and maybe he'll get the idea."
Allen grinned on the other end of the line. Lynne hadn't really been able to give him any practical advice, but he always felt better after talking to her. She was a wonderful woman and Allen felt a little guilty for how often he wished that Trish would be more like Lynne. Lynne called a spade a spade and Allen never had to worry that she was hiding anything or giving him a line. Allen often thought that Hal didn't know what a gem he had married. Allen felt a little bad about Lynne's marriage and he and Trish had talked about it. Everyone in town knew that Hal was going out with his secretary, the neighbor woman, and practically anyone else in a skirt. Hal just plain liked to play around and if he knew what was good for him, he'd stop. To Allen's way of thinking, Hal wasn't good enough to Lynne.
"Just don't worry about it, Allen," Lynne went on, smiling into the phone. "Treat Trish the same as you always do and wait for her to bring it up. I'll bet she never does."
"Right," Allen agreed, nodding his head at her advice. "How about getting together soon for drinks or something?"
"Love it," Lynne replied without a moment's hesitation. Allen was one of her favorite people. It was just a pity Trish didn't realize what a good husband she had. If she had a loyal, considerate husband like Allen, she certainly wouldn't act like a prude. Trish was really turning into a fool.
* * *
"Well, how are Trish and Allen doing?" Hal asked, getting to his feet and switching off the television before the next commercial. "Has that knock-out sister of yours finally adjusted to married life or is she still acting like the perpetual virgin?"
"Oh, Hal!" Lynne groaned, flashing her husband a warning look. Then a grin spread across her face as she thought of a perpetual virgin.
"Trish is still playing Doris Day," Lynne commented lightly, heading toward the bedroom. "Are you going to take a shower?"
"Yep," Hal answered. "Just be waiting for me, baby ... I've got some plans for us tonight."
Lynne gave a grin as she hurried to the bedroom. She had just enough time to play one of her little games before Hal got through with his shower. If Hal wanted to have some fun tonight in bed, that meant that his latest affair was over. Perhaps she could find out who this one had been.
Quickly and efficiently, Lynne went through her husband's pockets. She supposed that she was being silly about this, but got some kind of perverse satisfaction in knowing where he'd taken his current lay. Supposedly, Hal had been out of town last night on a business trip. He'd told her he had gotten back from Chicago early this morning and had taken a cab directly to work. Of course, Lynne didn't believe her husband for a moment. She was sure that another woman was involved.
"Ah ha!" Lynne breathed, fishing out a motel bill from Hal's trouser pockets. Just as she thought! He'd gotten in last night and had spent the evening at The Hilton in La Jolla. There was the motel bill and a book of matches from the dining room.
Lynne couldn't help but give a satisfied little smile. This affair was over, at least. She'd caught on to her husband's patterns in the last few years of their marriage. He always took his current flame to The Hilton in La Jolla right before he broke up their relationship. No wonder Hal was taking a shower tonight! He'd broken up with his current girlfriend and now it was time to make amends to his long-suffering wife. It was a pattern Lynne recognized clearly and she gave a wry smile as she replaced the motel bill and the matchbook in Hal's pocket. Now things would go smoothly for another couple of weeks until another woman caught Hal's perpetually roving eye. Then the out-of-town business trips would start all over again and she'd end up sitting home alone once more.
Lynne crawled under the covers and forced herself to lie still. She had devised a sure-fire way to tell if Hal had his eye on someone else and it was time for her experiment. If Hal was planning on starting something in the next few days, he'd be an ardent lover tonight. If he hadn't picked out anyone, he probably wouldn't feel at all guilty and he'd go straight to sleep. All she had to do was lie here and wait. If Hal made a move toward her, she would know that he was planning on zeroing in on the next girl.
Lynne forced herself to lie perfectly still under the warm covers. The waiting was killing her but she had to know. She felt a nervous little giggle gathering at the back of her throat and stifled it quickly. Most wives would be pleased if their husbands exhibited a new ardent interest but not Lynne. She knew what it all meant but wasn't going to do anything about it. There were times when Lynne wished that she had married a nice straight loyal man like Trish had done. Trish didn't realize how lucky she was, being married to Allen. If she and Trish were a little closer, Lynne knew she'd have a long heart-to-heart talk with her sister, but that was impossible. Trish would refuse to discuss it. Poor Trish was too much of a prude to talk intimately about Allen. She was a little fool, but Lynne knew that she couldn't change her sister. About all she could do was convince Allen to be patient with Trish. And she had succeeded very well in that. Lynne knew that Allen respected her advice. She just wished that she could do more for him. Allen was great and Trish just didn't appreciate him the way she should.
Lynne ran her hands down her smooth body and sighed longingly. At times it was hell being married to a Romeo and this was one of those times. She could endure it, but sometimes wondered if it were worth it. If only Hal would be honest with her it might be different, but he'd never admitted any of his affairs, even when she'd asked. And honesty was important in a marriage. Things would be a lot different if she and Hal could talk openly about their problems.
Lynne realized that this kind of thinking was getting her nowhere. It just didn't do any good to go over and over the same things in her mind. Nothing was going to change and she might as well realize it. Hal was a sexy man and was just the type to need lots of women. Of course, he didn't think that she should need anyone but him. That was the problem. If Hal would realize that she had needs, too, they might be able to work things out, but Hal wouldn't even admit he had looked at another woman, much less fucked one.
"That's just the way he is," Lynne sighed, pulling the covers up to her chin. Hal was Hal and nothing was going to change him. He did have other qualities that almost made up for his life as a Romeo, though. He was a marvelous lover and could make her feel incredibly sexy if he was in the mood, but when he was smack-dab in the middle of an affair she was just out of luck. Then Hal was too busy to come home nights and pay any attention to her. She had to sit home and amuse herself watching television until the grand passion burned itself out and Hal came back to her while he caught his breath and got ready for the next one.
The sound of the shower stopped and a few seconds later Hal came into the bedroom. Lynne peeked out and saw her handsome husband drop his towel and approach the bed.
She'd find out any minute now. If Hal reached for her, he was thinking about starting something new. If he went right to sleep, she still had a couple of weeks before his next affair would start.
"Hey, Lynne..." Hal said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Are you asleep?"
A second later, when he didn't get an answer, Hal raised the covers and crawled under. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he reached out and placed his big hand on Lynne's arm.
"Hey, honey ... why don't you wake up?" Hal continued in a slightly louder voice. "I've been thinking about coming home and getting into bed with you every night when I was in Chicago."
Lynne still didn't answer, but felt her breathing quicken and her hope die. Hal was in the mood tonight and that meant he was fucking her instead of the new woman he had picked out. It was probably someone at the office. She knew that the company had just hired some new personnel. There must be an attractive secretary who had caught Hal's imagine.
"Hey, honey ... let's have a little fun, huh?" Hal said in a louder voice. "You're always up for some fun, aren't you?"
Lynne sighed softly. Hal had her figured out perfectly. He was right. She always was ready for a little fun. There were times when Lynne wished that she wouldn't be so eager, but she just couldn't resist Hal. Even if his fucking her tonight meant that he was going to start up with a new woman, she couldn't say no. Her body was trembling already, just knowing how good it was going to be. There was no way that she could give up this chance to fuck with Hal. It happened too seldom to give up tonight just because she was afraid of what might happen in the next few weeks.
"I'm still awake," Lynne whispered back, rolling over on her side. She just couldn't help it. She was so glad that Hal wanted to fuck that she forgot what it really meant. It was enough to know that the lightning thrills were going to ripple through her pussy once more. She couldn't get all depressed thinking about what was going to happen in the future. Tonight Hal was home and tonight he wanted to fuck her. That was all that counted.
"I love you, Hal," Lynne whispered, meaning every word. Perhaps he was going to do something really exciting tonight. He always had something special for her when he'd been out of town. Lynne didn't dare think about where he had learned his special tricks and new techniques, and she certainly didn't ask him. It was enough that he shared them with her. She loved Hal's expert knowledge of sex.
"MMMMMM, YOU FEEL GOOD, BABY," Hal grinned, reaching out with both hands and grabbing the full swell of her trembling breasts. "How are my sweet little nipples tonight? They're nice and hot tonight. How about letting me lick them a little?"
"OOOOOOH, YESSSSS," Lynne moaned, shivering in passion. Her nipples were swelling under Hal's expert caresses and they felt as if they were on fire with lust. She loved it when her handsome husband licked her nipples. She just wished that he would spend more time turning her on and less time out of town.
"DO IT, HONEY ... PLEASE?" Lynne said, her voice thick with passion. "SUCK MY NIPPLES AND MAKE HER HOT ALL OVER. DO EVERYTHING TO ME, HAL ... EVERYTHING!"
Hal gave a short bark of laughter. He was pleased with her. He always got a kick out of it when Lynne was ready for anything. He had lots of tricks to show her tonight. He'd picked up a few new techniques in the past couple of days and it was fun sharing them with Lynne. He was glad that she was so sexy all the time. It didn't seem to matter when he wanted her. Lynne was always ready. She was really a great wife.
Lynne gasped and moaned low in her throat as Hal's fingers plucked the firm buds of her nipples. Now she had to be careful not to ask him any questions that he wouldn't appreciate. She'd made the mistake of asking him where he'd learned how to do something one time early in their marriage and Hal had gotten really angry with her.
"I hate jealous women!" he had shouted. "Don't you ever ask me questions, baby! If I want you to know something, I'll tell you without asking."
Then he had turned from her and there had been no fucking that night. There had been no fucking for the week and Lynne hadn't made the mistake of asking questions again. She knew that if she let him know she was jealous, he'd pack up and leave. Lynne couldn't stand it if that happened. She loved Hal and she'd just have to take him like he was. She could wish for more, but couldn't demand it. It just wouldn't work.
It had been hard not to ask questions when Lynne knew that Hal was messing around with other women, but she had managed. She knew what would happen if she made a fuss about it. She hadn't expected that things would be like this before she married Hal, but now that they were, there wasn't a thing she could do about it. She'd found out early in her marriage that Hal just didn't have the same set of values that she did. At least she had to be grateful for one thing. Hal never let her meet the other women he fucked and she never heard any gossip about it. He was good that way. They'd been married for a whole year before she'd learned about the first woman and then that was purely by accident. Hal was a discreet man.
Lynne let out a whimper of excitement as Hal's lips clamped around her erect, shuddering nipple. She couldn't think of anything now except the delightful pleasure she was feeling. His mouth was like a scalding fire, sucking the nearly-bursting bud of her nipple into his heated mouth and nipping it with his even, strong teeth. She loved it when her handsome husband sucked her nipples. She loved it when he did anything. Hal was the best lover in the world.
"OOOOOOOO ... MORE DARLING!" Lynne squealed, letting the heat of her husband's lips drown out any thoughts she might have had. Her nipples swelled and throbbed in lusty excitement as he alternated between the two, sucking first one, then the other into the burning wetness of his mouth. Hal certainly knew how to turn her on. He knew just how to clamp his lips around the erect little buds of her nipples and his tongue was so hot and wet that Lynne squealed and moaned with rapture. This was marvelous! Nothing mattered except the pleasure she was feeling.
"OOOOOOOH!" Lynne squealed again as Hal's teeth scraped across her quivering nipples, sending electric shivers racing through her body. She was sure that there was a direct line from her nipples to her hot, pulsating pussy. Every time Hal's tongue flicked, her pussy got juicier and hotter. Her pussymouth fluttered lewdly and her clitoris throbbed and swelled in excitement. Hal knew exactly how to bring her to the fever pitch of desire.
"PLEEEEEEASE," Lynne gasped, pushing Hal's head down lower. His big flat tongue licked a path around the shuddering globes of her breasts and traveled down even further, sliding over the satiny roundness of her belly. Lynne knew what was coming now and could hardly wait. She wanted Hal to lick her pussy. She loved it when Hal gave her that special treat. She'd put up with anything Hal did with his other women as long as he did this once in a while for her. It was well worth it. Nothing turned Lynne on more than having her hot pussy licked.
Hal's tongue was sliding over the fluffy mound of her juicy slit now, combing through her light, sparse hair, and Lynne let out a shriek of joy. He was going to do it and she could hardly wait. Hal was going to lick her pussy and make her cum.
Hal gave a little groan of satisfaction. This was one thing he really loved about his pretty, bright wife. No matter what she suspected about his life away from home, she was always hot and ready for him. Lynne was the perfect wife. There were times when Hal wished that he could settle down to one woman, but he just wasn't built that way. He couldn't do it. Hal loved the excitement and variety of fucking different women and he wasn't willing to give it up, even though he loved Lynne. Of course, he couldn't expect her to understand, so he hid his affairs from her. He supposed that she suspected, but she had been good about not hassling him.
Hal gave a sigh and saw red as he remembered what Judy, the secretary at the office, had said about his marriage. Judy thought he ought to take Lynne to a swinging party. That had almost made Hal slap Judy right in her pretty face. He wasn't going to let his wife mess around with another man. He knew that he had a double standard, but that was his prerogative. Lynne wasn't the type anyway. She'd probably freak out if he suggested anything like a swinging party. Lynne was fantastic in bed, but she wouldn't want another man. He knew his own wife and was sure that Lynne could never be a swinger. He didn't want her to be. Even though Hal played around on the side, he was still a very jealous husband.
"OOOOOH, HAL! YESSSSS ... DARLING, YESSSSSS!" Lynne squealed, hardly daring to breathe because the sensations rippling through her body were so wonderful. His tongue was fluttering now, darting through the silky, soft hair of her cuntal mound, burrowing like a mole as he headed for the white-hot cave between her shapely thighs. This was the moment she had been waiting for. The pleasure streaked through her consciousness as Hal's tongue darted forward. For this she could put up with anything!
Lynne was so excited that her whole body seemed to quiver and swell. She could feel her legs slide apart, as if they were on wheels. She couldn't help but respond wholeheartedly to this lovely intense stimuli. Hal's hot breath brushed against the shaking tissues of her heated pussy and Lynne gasped at the moist heat on her sensitive pussy flesh. Then she gasped again as her cuntal lips opened wantonly, her shuddering pink labia stretched and spreading like the petals of a flower in bloom. She needed it so badly that she just couldn't be still any longer. She had to scream out her lust.
"OOOOOH, YESSSSSS!" Lynne cried out, her face flaming with lusty heat. "LICK ME, HONEY ... LICK MY HOT PUSSY!
STICK YOUR TONGUE RIGHT IN AND FUCK ME WITH IT!"
Hal chuckled lustily at his wife's eager responsiveness. Then his tongue streaked out and slipped up the juicy groove of her cunt, tasting the honeyed cream inside. Lynne had the best tasting pussy in the world. It was fragrant and sweet, like a musky womanly wine. Hal loved the taste of his wife's hot cream. He smacked his lips and his tongue twirled, trying to lick up all the cream in her shuddering pussyslit. He didn't want to miss a drop. Lynne was tasty and hot, just the way he liked his women to be.
"AAAAAAAAGH!" Lynne squealed loudly. Hal's tongue felt like a wiggling serpent, burrowing and sucking up all her heated juices. She could hear the lewd swallowing and smacking sounds he made as he attempted to lick her trembling pussy dry. Then she was giggling wantonly, with a joke of her own. No matter how fast Hal licked he would never be able to lick up all her pussycream. The faster he licked the more her pussy gushed and juiced. Hal was trying to do the impossible, but that didn't seem to stop him and Lynne was glad that it didn't. Hal was the best pussylicker in the whole world!
"MMMMMM, GOOD!" Hal grinned, taking a huge gulp of air before his head snapped back down again. He knew that he couldn't lick up all of Lynne's sweet-tasting cream, but he was going to try. She loved the way he gulped and snorted, making sounds like an animal as he drove his tongue in and lapped eagerly. Licking Lynne's pussy really turned her on and it turned Hal on, too. He felt his cock harden and jerk almost painfully as he drove his tongue deeply into his wife's lush pinkness. Hal loved the taste of hot pussycream and Lynne's was the best he'd ever tasted. Hal was quite an expert on pussycream, but he still preferred his own wife to any of the other women he'd tried. Lynne was fabulous. If he wouldn't have been married to her, he would have been having an affair with her. And that was quite a compliment to Hal's way of thinking.
Lynne began to moan and whimper steadily now. Her whole body was shaking and it felt as if Hal's tongue were touching a live wire in her pussy. It felt so wonderful that her head whirled around in delight. She was so grateful to Hal for making the sweet, electric thrills sweep through her shuddering pussyflesh that she didn't care if he had twenty women on the side. It didn't make any difference who Hal fucked, just as long as he licked her pussy when she wanted him to. It was impossible to feel jealous with these rippling, flashing bursts of joy dancing through her pussy.
Hal took another deep breath and plunged his tongue in again. His tongue was working like a sweeper now, brushing up Lynne's trembling pussygroove to the very top. The tip of his tongue just nicked the quivering bud of her throbbing clitoris and Lynne let out a squeal of rapture. He was doing it just the way she liked it. Hal felt proud that he could drive his wife so wild with lust.
"YESSSSS, DARLING!" Lynne's voice was so choked with lust that Hal could barely make out the words, but he knew what she was saying. She was begging for more of his oral caresses. Lynne was insatiable when it came to having her pussy licked. She wanted more and more and Hal was going to give it to her. She deserved a good pussylicking for being such a good wife.
Lynne gave another scream as Hal's tongue wildly flickered. It was like a bolt of lightning now, zeroed in on her throbbing clitoris and dancing around the surface of the little erect bud. He could tell that she was almost out of her mind with lust. She was whimpering in her throat now, crying and gurgling out her pleasure. He was giving her the best pussy-licking of her life.
Lynne gave another choked scream as Hal's lips clamped around the sensitive bud of her clitoris and held it prisoner while his tongue batted it back and forth, striking again and again with bolts of flashing pleasure. He knew just what would please her and that was what Hal was going to do tonight. He owed Lynne a good time in bed. She'd been sweet to him when he'd gotten home a day late.
"AAAAAAAGH, YESSSSSS," Lynne moaned weakly. Her whole body was trembling and she could feel the bed shaking from her passionate writhing. Her breath caught and then whooshed from her lungs as she sighed and moaned. Hal's tongue was whipping faster and faster, and it was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs. Her clitoris was swelling now, nearly bursting under his rapid caresses. His tongue slapped against the sensitive bud and darted across the plump roundness. It scraped and twirled until Lynne was out of her mind with delirious pleasure. She knew that she was going to cum soon. No woman could stand this kind of lusty stimulation for long. Lynne couldn't stand another moment of this wonderful electric stimulation and she opened her mouth to tell him so.
Suddenly Hal's tongue was gone. It was almost as if he'd read her mind. He knew just when to stop to keep her at the peak of passion. His tongue was slipping down now, sliding through the juicy slit of her pussygroove until it came to the grasping, fluttering little ring of her pussymouth. He was going to do it now and Lynne gave another shrill cry of delight. Hal was going to fuck her with his big, hot tongue.
"PLEEEEEEEASE!" Lynne squealed, opening her legs as widely as she could. She could feel her frustrations mount to a fever pitch. She was so desperate for the blinding caresses of Hal's tongue that she lifted her trembling buttocks right up off the mattress and pushed her pussy up to meet his face.
"Mmmmmmm ... what do you want, baby?" Hal teased, giving an amused chuckle. Lynne certainly was hot tonight. Of course she ought to be. He hadn't been home in a week and Hal was certain that Lynne had been thinking about him every night. And he knew damn well she hadn't had any fucking since he'd left. Lynne wasn't the type of woman to take her marriage vows lightly. She wouldn't play around with another man when he was out of town. Hal would have staked his life on that fact. Lynne was loyal and true and that made it all the easier to keep her in line.
Even though Hal was in bed with his lawful wife, he found his thoughts turning to the new secretary they had hired today. He'd have to be careful around her. Her name was Karen
Conners and she was married to a man who worked for Trish. That could mean trouble if they were seen together. Hal didn't usually fuck anyone who had any connection with his family, but Karen was going to be his first exception. He just couldn't help it. Karen was so sweet and innocent that he just had to have her. She arrived for work this morning in a blue shirtwaist dress ... very proper, but Hal was used to looking intently at a woman and undressing her with his eyes. He had seen Karen's curvy, full breasts when she had reached up to the top file drawer, and her round little titties had strained against the fabric. She was next on his list and hang the consequences. He'd just have to be careful, that was all. Hal had to fuck Karen. It was a compulsion with him. And she acted so innocent that it really turned him on. He never would have guessed that she was married if it hadn't been on her personnel form. Karen looked and acted like a virgin. She wasn't a prude, though. She wasn't anything like Lynne's sister, Trish. Trish was a died-in-the-wool prude, but Karen was merely innocent. Her husband must not be turning her on the way he should. That was Dale Connors' loss and his gain. Hal intended to change all that in the next week or so. He was going to take Karen Conners and show her exactly what she had been missing all her life. He was going to demonstrate how a real man fucked.
Hal pushed his heated tongue in the fluttering little hold of Lynne's pussy, but his thoughts weren't entirely on his passionately grateful wife. He couldn't seem to stop thinking about Karen Conners and the way her breasts had swelled against the blue material of her dress. Karen was a new challenge and Hal delighted in challenges. That was what he lived for. He liked the chase and the pride he got when he seduced a new woman into bed. Nothing could compare with that feeling. And it was different with each woman that he fucked. No two were the same. Every woman was exciting and Hal wished that he could fuck every woman in the whole world. That would be his dream. If he could fuck every woman in the whole world, he'd be in heaven on earth.
Just thinking about Karen made Hal glad that he'd broken off the affair he had been having. He never tried to make it with two women at once. It was enough trouble juggling his life between his wife and his current mistress. A man was foolish if he bit off more than he could chew and one extra woman in his life was enough for Hal. Yet the extra woman changed frequently and that added excitement. Karen Conners would be good for a few weeks of fucking and then he'd go on to someone else. The only woman in his life who didn't change was Lynne and Hal wouldn't give up his wife for anything. It was comforting to know that he always had a woman to come home to after his romps with his mistresses. Lynne was steady and loyal. He really did love her.
Hal did his best to tear his thoughts away from Karen Conners as he wiggled his tongue up the tight little channel of Lynne's shuddering pussy. He really shouldn't be fucking Lynne and thinking of another woman, but he couldn't seem to help it. Karen had caught his eye and he wouldn't stop thinking about her until he'd driven his thick, hot cock up her pussy. That was the way it always went. Women he couldn't have fascinated Hal, and then they lost their fascination in a hurry once he'd fucked them. That was just the kind of guy he was. Love 'em and leave 'em before it got boring. That was Hal's motto.
"OOOOOOH HAL!" Lynne gasped, her pussy creaming heavily as Hal pushed his tongue deeper and deeper up her trembling pussychute. "MORE! PLEEEEEASE, MORE!"
Hal permitted himself one quick grin before he rolled his tongue and jammed it all the way to the back of his wife's creaming pussytunnel and fucked it in and out. It didn't make him feel too guilty because he was fucking his wife and thinking about the new secretary. A man couldn't control what turned him on. That was a fact of nature. There was no reason why a man couldn't satisfy two women or maybe even more if the occasion was right. He wouldn't be cheating Lynne out of anything by fucking Karen. He'd see to that. He'd keep Lynne satisfied at home and Karen at the office. That was the best of two worlds. Hal made up his mind that he wouldn't ignore Lynne for Karen. He wasn't going to make that mistake. He'd have time enough for both women if he scheduled his time wisely.
Hal gave another grin as Lynne squealed in delight. She certainly couldn't argue that he wasn't being a good husband tonight. Lynne was having the time of her life and couldn't read his mind and know what had gotten him so excited in the first place. That didn't really make any difference. He knew that he was giving Lynne pleasure and that was all that counted. He was sure that Lynne would agree with him. The way she was squealing in rapture was proof that she was having a good time. He was being a perfect husband.
Hal felt his cock swell and jerk as he fucked his probing tongue in and out of Lynne's heated pussychute. His testicles were beginning to ache, and from the sounds of joy that
Lynne was making, it was almost time to really get down to it and fuck her traditionally. He almost had Lynne at the peak now and his prick was jerking greedily, urging him to hurry and do it. Hal could hardly wait to plunge his stiff cockshaft to the back of her blazing pussytunnel and fuck her. His tongue had felt just how hot his sexy wife was and he was more than ready to jam his prick in where his tongue was now. Lynne was steaming tonight and he was going to really enjoy it.
One more rapid thrust of Hal's tongue convinced him that the time had come. He pulled his tongue out of Lynne's slick pussychute with a moist plop and grinned as she moaned in frustration. He was right about the timing. Lynne had been ready to cum and he had stopped just in time. Now it was his turn for a little old-fashioned fucking. Now it was time for his cock to probe the blazing depths of her pussy and give him some sweet pleasure, too.
Lynne's eyes snapped open and she looked completely dazed and wild with passion. Hal had stopped right when she was almost ready to explode. At first she couldn't help being angry, but then she saw what Hal was about to do and the angry expression on her face was replaced with a look of lust. Her husband had his thick, throbbing cock in his hand and that was enough to make Lynne quiver in excitement. Now that she knew he was going to fuck her with his stiffly jerking erection, she could hardly wait. Lynne couldn't remember ever having been so excited before. She was dying for the swift plunging of Hal's lust-bloated cock.
With a cry of passion, Lynne spread her legs open in a lusty invitation. Her thighs slid apart and she reached for him, unable to wait even a moment longer. She needed his big, hard prick now, and if he didn't hurry and sink his wonderful, heated length of prickflesh in her pussy she was going to scream for it like a brazen whore. Lynne wanted to be fucked and that was that. She wouldn't be a bit shy about begging for it.
"PLEEEEEASE!" the tortured brunette wailed. "PLEASE, HAL! GIVE IT TO ME ... PLEASE, GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!"
Hal grinned down at his passionately quivering wife. His cock was jerking so hard that it almost exploded at the sight of her lewdly splayed legs. Her heated, pink pussylips were pouting and throbbing, begging for his prick. He didn't want to wait any longer, either. Lynne was ripe and ready and so was he.
" AAAAAAAAH, HURRY!" Lynne gasped, her pussy rippling like a stormy pink sea. "PLEEEEASE, DARLING! HURRY!
I'M GOING TO DIE IF YOU DON'T FUCK ME WITH YOUR WONDERFUL COCK!"
Hal took one last look at his lusting wife and then drove forward, ramming his stiffened erection into her juicy, boiling wetness. His cock throbbed and stiffened even more as it began to plunge up the silken, blazing sheath of her pussytunnel. It shot forward like a rocket up her juicy channel, hurtling to the very back and lodging there. Now he was enclosed in blinding heat and Hal gasped and took a deep breath as his cock jerked mightily. Lynne had the hottest cunt around. He could testify to that. His wife was his hottest fuck and that was just the way he wanted it to be.
"AAGGHHH, OOOOHHHH!" Hal gasped, shaking his head in wonder. He just couldn't believe how blazing hot Lynne's juicy cunt was. He'd never felt her this hot before. She must really have missed him while he was in Chicago. Maybe he'd have to take a few more trips so she'd really appreciate him when he came home. This was incredible. She was so hot he could hardly breathe.
Hal knew just what his horny wife wanted and he grinned smugly. Lynne loved to be fucked slow and deep, but he just didn't have the time tonight. She'd have to take what he could give her. Tonight he was too horny to fuck her slow and build up speed. He could never hold out that long. Licking her sweet-tasting pussy had gotten him too excited to hold the cum in his balls for long. He'd just have to fuck her as hard as he could right now. She'd love it anyway. Hal was sure that Lynne loved it any way he fucked her.
Hal plunged rudely into his wife's pussy and grunted in satisfaction. She'd never been so hot or wet before. Fucking Lynne was a real joy tonight and he didn't know how long he could hold out. Thinking about Karen at the office had made his cock unbearably sensitive.
Hal gave another breathless grunt as he felt Lynne's pussy grip and ripple around the hardened stiffness of his cock. Something was different about fucking Lynne tonight and it made him feel almost like he was fucking another woman. That thought drove Hal almost crazy with lust. His own wife was a new conquest. Nothing turned him on more than fucking a new, different woman.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Lynne gasped, drawing back a little from her lust-crazed husband. He really was fucking her hard tonight, much harder than he usually did. Usually Hal started off slower and worked up his speed, but tonight it was like he couldn't wait. Her pussy wasn't quite ready for this hard lunging quite yet. It hadn't really stretched out all the way. Still, Lynne wasn't about to complain or let Hal know that it wasn't as wonderful as it could have been if he had just taken his time. She didn't dare let him see the tears that formed in the corners of her eyes. Hal's cock was wonderful, but she wished that he'd be a little more gentle at first. He'd always been considerate and gentle at first, but tonight he was fucking her harder and harder.
Lynne gave a little sigh and willed her body to hurry and catch up with Hal's rapid plunging. It really wasn't unpleasant being fucked this violently, but it would be much better if Hal would just take his time. But then she wouldn't dream of telling him that. She was grateful that her handsome husband had come home at all tonight. He could have been out fucking his new woman. Lynne was well aware of that. All it would have taken was a phone call telling her that he was held up on business. Yet Hal was here with her, fucking her with his huge, stiffly jerking erection. She ought to feel lucky indeed to be the woman he had chosen for tonight.
Hal lunged in again and grinned savagely. He couldn't help battering his cock all the way to the back of Lynne's heated womanly channel. He knew that he was going a little too fast for her, but he had no doubt that she'd catch up. He didn't really have to watch himself when he fucked his own wife. She'd take it any way he chose to give it and be grateful to him. That was just the way Lynne was. Tonight Hal was concerned with getting his rocks off as fast as he could. He had a long day tomorrow and perhaps he'd get a chance to put the make on Karen then at the office.
Lynne let out a little whimper and wiggled her hips around in a circle to ease her soreness. The way Hal was battering at her poor pussytunnel it felt like the sides of it were scraped raw. It still felt wonderful, but it would have been a lot better if he had slowed down a little. Still, Lynne knew that she'd manage to cum. She always did when Hal fucked her. Hal was a wonderful lover even when he was in a hurry, like tonight.
"HURRY IT UP, HONEY!" Hal groaned, lifting his wife's buttocks up in the palms of his hands. He could feel his prick jerking violently in the depths of her shuddering pussytunnel and he knew that he couldn't take much more. Lynne's pussy was so hot that it was more difficult than usual to hold on to his self-control. The thoughts of Karen didn't help, either. Just picturing Karen in her tight blue dress made Hal lunge in forcefully and groan out in agony. He had to hurry and make Lynne cum fast before his cock exploded.
"A A AAAAAAAH! YESSSSSS!" Lynne whimpered as her husband's big hands grasped her quivering buttocks. He was squeezing her ass-cheeks in his hands now and Lynne was almost out of her mind with lust. She knew that it wouldn't be long before her pussy would explode, but Hal seemed too hurried tonight for her to really build up to the edge of passion. She was constantly aware of his urgency and that took the edge off her own enjoyment.
Hal knew he'd have to do something in one hell of a big hurry. His balls were shaking and the sperm was rushing to fill his stiffened erection. He was ready to explode right now and Lynne had to hurry if she was going to cum along with him. There was only one thing to do. He'd just have to use a trick or two he'd picked up when he was in Chicago.
Without a moment's hesitation, Hal's finger explored the smooth, ivory flesh of Lynne's buttocks. He found the moist crack between her firm, jiggling globes and placed his finger in between, locating the puckered pink hole of her rectum.
"OOOOOOOH!" Lynne squealed, gasping in shock. "WH ... WH ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"Nothing you won't like, baby," Hal replied quickly, chuckling a little at his wife's alarm. "Just relax and let me show you something really exciting."
Lynne pressed her lips together to stifle her cry of alarm as Hal moved his finger again. She couldn't imagine what he was going to do, but it was a little frightening. She'd never heard of anyone touching her where Hal seemed bent on touching her.
Hal gave a chuckle of amusement as his fingertip found his mark. He knew exactly what he was going to do to bring Lynne to a crashing orgasm in record time. It never failed to work, according to the woman in Chicago. She had said that no woman could resist a nice, big stiff finger in her asschannel, and Lynne would be no exception. As soon as he worked his finger into her tightly clenched rectum, Lynne would explode like a firecracker.
"OOOOOOOH!" Lynne yelped again. Hal had never tried anything like this before! His finger was pressing right up against her puckered ass-hole and she shuddered as she guessed what he was trying to do. She didn't think that Hal would actually shove his big finger up her tiny little rectum, but wasn't sure. Hal did some strange things in the heat of lust.
"HAL! PLEASE!" Lynne gasped, turning pale-faced with fright. She could feel her whole body trembling as Hal's finger started to wiggle. She wasn't sure whether she should twist away from the husband or what. She certainly didn't want him to shove his finger up her ass ... at least she didn't think she did.
Hal gave a grin as he felt Lynne's body tremble. He knew that he should probably reassure her some more, but he just didn't have the patience. He wanted to hurry and make her cum so he could do the same. He certainly wasn't intending on hurting Lynne, but the way that her tight little ass-ring was shaking and sucking at the tip of his finger made him forget that he hadn't ever done anything like this to her before. He didn't even think as he jammed his finger forward and rammed it in deeply.
"AAAAAAGH!" Lynne screamed, biting her lip with the pain. Hal's finger felt like a burning poker, shoving up the tender channel of her never-before-invaded rectum. It hurt so dreadfully that she couldn't even make her lips form the words to beg him to stop. She clamped her lips shut tightly and groaned in misery as his finger pushed to the very back of her asschannel and stuck there. He was going to kill her with his big finger in her tiny, virgin hole.
Lynne felt her mind whirl with shock. Hal's finger hurt so much that tears stood in her eyes. Her whole asstunnel was on fire with his rude lunge and she trembled as she wondered what he was going to do next. This was simply awful!
Hal heard Lynne's whimper, but it never occurred to him that she might be in pain. He thought it was a whimper of pleasure. Hal was sure that Lynne was just as excited about this new trick as he was. He began to saw his finger back and forth, plunging it in deeply, then withdrawing it rapidly to jam it in again. He was lunging with rapid fucking strokes, right into her unused, delightfully tight hole. Hal actually thought that Lynne was having just as much fun as he was. It never occurred to him that she might be pained and frightened of his next move.
"MMMMMMMM ... NICE AND TIGHT!" Hal grunted, shoving his finger in brutally. Now that he thought about it, a new way of fucking was just what he needed. It could liven up his whole marriage. The way that Lynne's tightly puckered asstunnel was sucking and trembling around his finger made Hal wonder what it would feel like to shove his cock into that squeezing tunnel of Lynne's ass. He knew that he couldn't control himself long enough to try it tonight, but he wasn't going to forget about it. The next time they fucked it was going to do it. Oh, Lynne might object a little at first, but she'd get used to it soon enough. Then she'd love it. Hal was sure that she'd love it. Hal was sure that she'd love any way he chose to fuck her.
It was lucky that Lynne couldn't guess what was on her husband's lusty mind or she might have fainted in shock. Her brutally pierced rectum was throbbing with pain as Hal sawed his finger back and forth. There was no way that Lynne could wiggle away from her husband's probing, insistent finger. She was caught like a rat in a trap, with his finger in her ass and his cock in her pussy. She could scarcely move with the double-pronged fucking she was getting.
Lynne moaned once more and struggled helplessly against the searing lunges of Hal's finger. As she moved from side to side, her discomfort lessened somewhat. Now it didn't really hurt anymore. She was getting used to the feeling. It was becoming bearable now, much to Lynne's surprise. In fact, it wasn't painful at all anymore. She was getting used to Hal's big finger in her little ass-hole.
"MMMMMMM!" Lynne gasped, surprise showing on her face as her anal tunnel squeezed and stretched to accommodate Hal's relentlessly fucking finger. It felt almost good now and her pussy was rippling and creaming heavily as Hal continued his lunges. This was a strange new feeling Lynne had never felt before.
Hal gave a grin of satisfaction as his wife's narrow nether tunnel stretched around his finger. He could feel her pussy squeezing tightly around his cock and he shoved his cock and finger forward at the same time, fucking her twice in the same motion. Now he was taking care of both of her pussies and he could tell that Lynne was beginning to love it, just as he had known she would.
"THAT'S IT, BABY," Hal groaned, his testicles swelling and tensing as he felt his wife's response to his rude fucking and fingering. Just a few more lunges and his cock would explode, but Lynne was going to make it, too. He jammed his finger in swiftly and felt his wife's pussy flutter. She was almost there ... he could feel the muscles in her pussy relax and contract as he lunged forward again and again. It was working. That woman in Chicago had been right. This was a perfect way to get Lynne to orgasm right along with him.
"AAAAAAGH!" Lynne sighed, wiggling a little harder against the steady probe of Hal's finger. It was beginning to feel wonderful now, and even if her ass was a little sore from Hal's first lunges, it didn't really matter. Her pussy was snapping around the thickened spear of his plunging cock and she felt her mind blank out, whirling higher and higher toward orgasm. She was going to cum with Hal's finger in her narrow asstunnel.
Lynne let out another excited squeal as the thrills came faster and faster. Her whole pussy was twisting and churning in a ripple of pure delight. The harder Hal shoved his cock and finger in, the faster her body seemed to respond, electric sparks of sensation chasing up and down her clutching pussychannel and setting both her pussy and ass On fire with a lusty burning. This was really exciting. She shouldn't have been so worried when Hal first started to do it. He always knew what he was doing when it came to fucking.
Before she quite knew what was happening, Lynne found herself on the very edge of orgasm. She gave a shrill cry and grabbed Hal tightly with her arms. She could feel herself tottering on the edge of delight, and with a cry of pleasure, she trembled into orgasm.
"AAAAAAAGH! I'M CUMMMMMMING!" Lynne screeched, her body twisting and churning inside as the thrills turned to molten heat. She'd never felt like this before. This had to be the best moment in her whole life.
Lynne's cry seemed to release Hal from his attempt to maintain self-control. His balls tightened and trembled in excitement. Then they began to pump, sending the sperm rushing to the tip of his jerking cock and making it quiver with a burst of pure lust. He was going to fill her up with sperm, wash her away in his sexy emissions. Lynne would know that she had been fucked by the time he was through with her. He was going to drown her in his heated cum.
"AWWWWWWW!" Hal yelped, driving in forcefully as he reached the limit of his endurance. His cock exploded with a mighty burst of cream, jetting out deeply to the very back of Lynne's trembling, clutching pussytunnel. The heated, searing cream made everything wet and slippery and Hal lurched forward again and again, his cock exploding in a series of blasts that made him howl and lunge his body forward. He was doing it. He was filling up Lynne's pussy with his hot cockcream.
Lynne quivered and cried out in a delicious frenzy. The thrills were building to a crescendo in her pussy and she began to gush wildly, tossing and turning under Hal's lunges, lifting her ass to his finger and her pussy to his cock in wild abandon. She was cumming so hard she wondered whether she was going to faint. It was the most marvelous moment in her life.
"OOOOOOOH, DARLING!" Lynne gasped, holding on tightly and letting her emotions break free. It seemed as if she and Hal would never stop exploding, but at last the sweeping thrills died down to an occasional flutter. She wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and gave him a moist kiss. Now that Hal had made her orgasm, she was feeling tender and loving toward him. Now might be the time they could talk about their problem with his trips out of town. At least Hal would be in a good mood. Lynne knew that he had enjoyed his fuck with her.
For a long moment Lynne thought about what to say. She smiled at Hal as he withdrew his finger and rolled over to his own side of the bed. She wanted to say everything exactly right so he wouldn't get mad. She didn't want to take the chance that he might be angry with her.
At last Lynne thought she had it all worked out. She turned to face him and her face registered shock and outrage. Hal was fast asleep! He hadn't even bothered to say anything to her after their wild fuck and now he was sleeping like a baby!
"OOOOOOOOH!" Lynne gasped, her eyes sparking fire. The fuck had been wonderful, but he shouldn't have gone straight to sleep. She hadn't seen him for a week and they had some talking to do. She bet he didn't fall asleep right away when he fucked another woman. Hal was taking her for granted.
Shouldn't she do something about that?
Lynne gave a soft groan as she crawled out of bed and walked to the bedroom. She was so sore she could hardly move. Hal had been really rough tonight. Why couldn't he be considerate for once? She loved fucking with him, but afterwards she knew she was going to be sore for days. This time she was even sorer than usual.
Her pretty face creased in a frown as she ran warm water in the bathroom wash bowl and bathed her sore pussy and ass. She smiled a trifle bitterly at her expression in the mirror. She bet that Trish didn't ever feel sore after fucking with Allen. Allen was the kind of man who would always be considerate and nice. And he wouldn't fall asleep right away after he'd fucked her, either. Trish just didn't know how lucky she was. She almost wished that Trish could fuck with Hal just once. That would make her appreciate the nice, considerate husband she had.
The idea grew in Lynne's mind and she shivered a little. Good heavens! She was thinking about swinging! Now that she really considered the idea, it didn't sound impossible at all. She knew that she would love to fuck with Allen. Lynne was sure that he would be the nice, gentle lover she had always dreamed of, but she wasn't about to do anything drastic like leaving Hal for another man. That wasn't the point at all. Lynne just wanted to be fucked gently for once. That was all she wanted. The lovely brunette was still very much in love with her own husband.
The more Lynne thought about the idea, the more she liked it. She knew that Hal would never agree to such a thing. He thought he could go out and fuck any woman he pleased, but he didn't want her to be with another man. She'd just have to change his thinking on that score. Lynne really wanted to fuck with Allen now that she thought about it, and Trish certainly wasn't treating the poor man right. Allen was always getting into trouble with Trish. She was just a spoiled younger sister. That was all that was wrong with Trish. She'd had her own business for a while and now she thought she could wear the pants in the family. It would take a real man to show Trish the error of her ways and Hal was just the guy to do that. One time with Hal would straighten out Trish in a hurry.
Idly, Lynne reached down and patted her pussy dry with a fluffy towel. She could feel it come back to life, warming and creaming a little as she thought about fucking with Allen. She knew that such thoughts were disloyal to Hal, but she couldn't seem to help it. After all, Hal fucked everything in skirts. Why should she sit home like a nun while he was out having a good time?
Lynne finished her toilette and headed back to the bedroom. She gave a little sigh as she crawled in beside her sleeping husband. She supposed that she wasn't being a very good wife, thinking about another man right after he had fucked her, but she couldn't seem to help it. For once in her life she was going to go against Hal's wishes and do something for herself. She wanted Allen and was going to get him. Somehow or other, she was going to make Hal see that her decision was the right one!
CHAPTER FIVE
Karen Conners ran her hands through her short red hair and sighed as she watched the old cowboy movie on television. Karen hated cowboy movies, but anything was better than going to bed and having another confrontation with Dale. Watching television, no matter how boring the movie was, was preferable to getting into another fight with Dale. The last fight they'd had was almost enough to send her packing home to her mother.
"Oh, drat!" Karen sighed, reaching for the polish and beginning to do her nails. She wanted to look nice for work tomorrow, but knew she'd be dragged out and listless if she didn't get to bed soon. Still ... she'd be in even worse shape if she went to bed while Dale was still awake. He'd come home tonight all excited and he'd been eyeing her all evening. Karen had been married long enough to know what that meant. Dale wanted to fuck her tonight and she just didn't think she could take it, and if she didn't oblige her husband, he'd be tempted to step out on her. Karen didn't want that to happen. At least she didn't think she did. There were times when Dale was fucking her that Karen wished she were with someone else. She really didn't enjoy it at all.
Karen's mind wandered as she applied the third coat of polish on her nails. She couldn't help but think of her boss at work, Hal Brooks. He had looked at her in the very same way, but somehow that didn't bother her as much as when Dale got that gleam in his eye. Hal Brooks was a very attractive man and was married to Dale's boss' sister. He wouldn't dare to make a pass at her, so she could feel free to flirt a little. She wouldn't do anything that wasn't nice, but it was fun to flirt when she knew that she was safe.
Thinking about Hal Brooks made Karen's face heat and her cheeks turn pink. She bet that his wife was a lucky woman. And if she looked anything like Trish, Hal probably wasn't interested in anyone but his wife. Trish, Dale's boss, was a knockout. Karen had seen her once when she'd brought Dale his forgotten lunch pail. Trish had long blonde hair and looked very sexy. Karen had to admit that she had worried about her husband working for such an attractive woman at first, but then she had put it out of her mind. Trish was married and Karen was sure that Dale would get a slap in his face if he tried anything.
All this thinking about husbands and wives was giving Karen a headache and she pressed her hands to her temples. She knew that she should go to bed now and get some rest for tomorrow. It would be her second day at work and she wanted to make a good impression. Hal Brooks was paying her a good salary and she wanted to give him good, efficient work. They needed the extra money to buy that new house they'd been talking about since they'd gotten married. Things would be a lot different in her own house rather than this small apartment. Hal would be busy putting in a garden and remodeling, and maybe he'd get his mind off sex for awhile. That might be just what her husband needed. A new house could solve lots of their problems. Perhaps they could even have separate bedrooms. Her mother and father did. Then her mother said that her father snored, but Karen could find another excuse for her own bedroom. Dale didn't snore, but he did move around a lot when he slept. That would be excuse enough to move into her own bed.
The thought of her own bed and her own bedroom made Karen smile happily. Then she wouldn't have to put up with Dale's continual questions after they fucked. He was always asking her if there was something he could do to make it better. How was she supposed to know? She'd been a virgin when she married Dale and hadn't known anything at all about fucking. All she knew was what she'd read in the marriage manual and the things they had recommended made her blush.
Dale rolled over and thumped his pillow in frustration. He wished that Karen would hurry and come to bed, but he knew better than to push her. If he did, she'd start crying and they'd have another fight. Marriage certainly wasn't what he had expected. Karen was a real disappointment in bed.
Dale shut his eyes and tried to think of something else. Every time he thought of his cute, cuddly redheaded wife, he got angry. He'd think about Trish and the way her hips had swayed when she walked away from the truck today. That ought to get him in a more pleasant mood. He still hadn't quite figured Trish out, but he was going to. There was one thing for certain. She wasn't happy in her marriage, either. Apparently Allen wasn't man enough for her. Trish looked sexy as hell in her bikini, but Dale had the feeling that she was really pretty straight. She wasn't straight like Karen, though, not wanting to try anything new and getting freaked if he even suggested something different in bed. There was a lot of woman under Trish's skimpy bikini and Dale figured that he was just the guy to release the tiger in her. He bet that after one night with him, she'd light up like a roman candle.
"Mmmmmmmm," Dale groaned, rolling over again. The bed just wasn't very comfortable tonight. He'd been horny all afternoon and it was a cinch that Karen wasn't in the mood. She was never in the mood for sex. It was pretty clear that Karen would never be a real woman in bed, but Trish might have hidden fires that he could kindle. He'd sure like the chance to try. He'd been leading up to it for a month now and pretty soon he'd make his move. The hell with Karen and her straight little ways.
Dale groaned again and rolled over on his stomach, his hard cock making that position almost unbearable. He had a whole head full of kinky sexy ideas he wanted to try. Of course, he couldn't try them with Karen. He'd already established that. It would be a waste of time to even discuss it with her. Karen wouldn't enjoy fucking no matter what he did. She had some sort of dumb idea that sex was wicked. Trish was another story, though. Dale figured that Allen just hadn't fucked her properly and that was fine with him. He'd try out all his sexy ideas on Trish and she would be bound to love it. Any woman who looked that sexy had to be hot in bed.
Dale gave a groan as he heard Karen shut off the television. His cock was aching and he knew he'd never get to sleep if he didn't get some kind of relief. He supposed that he'd just have to fuck Karen tonight. It would be the same old thing that it always was, but it would be better than nothing. Thinking about Trish in that bikini had really made his cock hard. He'd just fuck Karen and pretend that she was Trish. Maybe that way he could have some fun for a change. Usually Karen was so cold and unresponsive that he hated to fuck her, but thinking about Trish ought to make it better than usual. At least it wouldn't hurt to try. He had to do something. There was no way he could go to sleep with such a big hard-on.
Karen almost groaned as she came into the bedroom. Dale was still awake and there was an unmistakable bulge under the covers. She supposed that she'd have to oblige him again. That was a wife's duty, after all. If she was going to get some sleep she'd get it over with as quickly as possible. It was just another one of those marriage chores that she had to do when her husband wanted her to.
"Hurry up, Karen," Dale said, grinning at his wife. "I've got something for you tonight. You wouldn't object to a little fun, would you?"
"Uh ... no, of course not!" Karen replied quickly, the way she knew she should. "Just a minute, honey ... let me slip on my nightgown and get ready."
Dale barely suppressed a groan as Karen turned off the lights. She never would leave the lights on when they were fucking. She said it wasn't nice, but Dale had other ideas. Tonight it was all right, though. If the lights were off it would be easier to pretend that he was fucking his good-looking boss, Trish. This was one time when he agreed with Karen. The light should be off tonight.
Karen went to the closet and laid out her outfit for the next day. She took time to choose a dress and shoes, rattling the hangers as she did so. She really didn't want to crawl into the big double bed, but finally there was nothing left to get ready. She slipped her nightgown over her head and put down her hairbrush. She was ready and it wouldn't do any good to procrastinate any longer. There was no choice but to go to bed and pretend that everything was just fine. Then, when Dale had finished, she could go to sleep and maybe she'd dream of her handsome boss. That would be a good dream to have. Hal Brooks was the most exciting man she'd ever met in her whole life.
Dale heard his wife's sigh as she got in under the covers. She acted like she was doing him a favor and that made Dale mad. He reached for her roughly and pulled her over to his side of the bed. If he had to fuck Karen, he was going to do it the way he wanted to tonight. The hell with being sweet and gentle. He'd take what he wanted and pretend that she was Trish. That would be enough to get his rocks off so he could go to sleep.
Dale's big hand squeezed around the mounds of his wife's firm breasts and he gave them a little squeeze. Even though he had made up his mind to do things the way he wanted to tonight, he didn't want to make Karen too mad. He knew that she didn't like him squeezing her nipples so he gave them a quick squeeze and then ran his fingers down her curvy body. He'd get his cock in her pussy and then he'd start pretending.
"Here, let me," Karen said quickly, rolling her nightgown up to her waist. She didn't want Dale to take it all the way off. Then she'd just have to put it back on again when he was finished. It was much easier this way.
Dale moved on top of her and positioned his cock so that it was aimed right at the mouth of her pussy. He'd gotten to be an expert at doing that in the dark for the months they'd been married. He found her warm pussy-hole and hesitated a second, wishing that she were Trish. Dale was sure that Trish wouldn't lie there like a dead body, waiting for him to make every move. She'd be wiggling her hips and begging for it, just like a real woman should.
Karen looked up at her husband and a grim-mace crossed her lovely face. She just hated this part. It hurt when Dale drove his big cock in her pussy. It wasn't quite as bad after he had plunged it in and out a couple of minutes, but at first it was terrible. She had all she could do not to roll away from him and lock herself in the bathroom.
Pretend to enjoy it, Karen told herself firmly. She had read in a woman's magazine that men liked to be complimented on their style in bed. It gave sexual incompatibility as the number one reason for divorce. She certainly didn't want to shame her mother and father with a divorce. She had to pretend that everything was just fine. Karen was sure that Dale didn't know the difference. How could he tell if she enjoyed it or not as long as she smiled all the way through it? That must be what most women did. Karen couldn't conceive of any woman in her right mind liking this ridiculous act.
"Are you ready, honey?" Dale asked, being considerate as he usually was. Karen winced and then made a small sound that passed for a yes. Of course she wasn't ready. She was never ready for fucking. He was a fool if he thought otherwise. She could live perfectly well the rest of her life without sex.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Dale groaned, driving his long prick into Karen's pussy. She was even drier and tighter than usual and it was hard thrusting in. He felt almost sorry for Karen as he felt her pull back as he lunged forward. It was her own fault, though. If she'd let him play with her pussy a little first, she'd be wet, and then it wouldn't hurt when he started to fuck her. Karen didn't like that, though. She made that plain. He could fuck her, but none of that playing around. She thought it wasn't necessary.
Dale tried to concentrate on his image of Trish, but it was difficult when he was diving into Karen's luke-warm pussy. At least it wouldn't be this way when he fucked Trish. He'd get her so excited that she'd be blazing inside, wet and juicy the way a real woman was supposed to be.
Dale had all he could do to keep his thoughts on Trish. He forced himself to drive in again and think of how Trish's pussy would shudder around his cock, just like a pussy was supposed to do. She'd probably put up some half-hearted resistance at first, but he could overcome that in a hurry. Then she'd kindle into flames of lust the moment she caught sight of his hard, throbbing cock. She'd get so wild she might go right out of her mind with passion. There was no telling what she might do. If he really turned her on she might get down on her knees and suck his cock for him. That was something Dale really liked to think about. The dream of Trish sucking his cock was one of his favorite fantasies. He bet that he could make her do it, too. Once he broke through the barrier of Trish's resistance, she'd be just as wild as he dreamed. She'd do all the kinky things he'd imagined her doing.
"AWWWWWW!" Dale groaned, driving into his wife's pussy with new vigor. Just the thought of Trish sucking his cock had thrown him into a frenzy. He drove his cock all the way into Karen's pussy and kept shoving it in and out, not thinking of Karen at all. He was fucking Trish in his mind and it was wonderful. He didn't even hear Karen's smothered gasp of protest as he fucked faster and faster. He was lost in his fantasy world, fucking his lovely blonde boss.
Karen made another small sound of misery and bit her lip hard. Her pussy was clinging to the sides of Dale's big cock and she had all she could do to keep the smile on her face. She knew she had to think of something to take her mind off what was happening, but she couldn't think of a thing. Her delicate cuntal tissues were getting sore with Dale's rude lunging and it seemed like he was going to go on forever. She had to think of something pleasant so she could pretend to enjoy it. The way she felt right now, she was ready to leave for her mother's the moment Dale pulled his cock out of her pussy.
Suddenly an image came to Karen's mind and she sighed in relief. That was it! She'd think about her new job and her handsome new boss. Thinking about Hal Brooks was very pleasant indeed. He was really a wonderful man. He'd been so nice to her today, helping her learn office procedure. Hal would never do anything like Dale was doing. He appeared to be a perfect gentleman. If she was married to Hal, he wouldn't insist on doing this awful thing to her very often. She was sure of it. Hal Brooks was the type of man who would treat his wife like a queen.
"MMMMMM," Karen moaned, feeling better already. She felt hot and flushed when she thought about her handsome boss and it took her mind entirely off what Dale was doing. Just seeing his face in her mind made her feel all quivery inside.
Karen shivered in excitement as she thought about what had happened in the office today. She had been standing at the copying machine and Hal had dropped his arm casually around her shoulders. Just now, reliving that moment, made her tremble in excitement. Of course he was just being friendly, but that didn't matter. She hadn't been touched by another man since her marriage to Dale.
Karen thought about the way Hal was I dressed and she trembled even harder. He wore expensive clothes and she bet that he really knew how to treat a woman. He would take his wife out to the most expensive restaurants, not to the hamburger takeout ! places like Dale did. His nails were neatly manicured and clean, too. She'd always ad-I mired a sophisticated man and Hal was certainly sophisticated. If she was married to Hal instead of Dale, he'd make sure she didn't have to wear the same clothes all the time. He really knew how to treat a woman like a lady.
Suddenly Karen blushed as she realized what she was doing. Maybe it wasn't right to think of Hal Brooks when Dale was fucking her. Wasn't that being the little tiniest bit disloyal? Still ... Dale couldn't read her mind and didn't know what she was thinking about. It couldn't hurt just to pretend that she was married to a man like Hal. That wasn't such an awful thing to do. Lots of women pretended they were married to movie stars and famous athletes. She was just pretending with someone who was in her life, that was all.
Dale was lost in his fantasy. He was so intent on imagining that he was fucking Trish that he didn't even notice how Karen's pussy was heating up. He didn't notice that the cream was beginning to flow from her shuddering pussymouth. He was still imagining Trish, and in his fantasy it was only natural that she would be hot and creamy.
It wouldn't be fair to say that Dale didn't notice any change. He did realize that fucking tonight was much more fun than usual, but he attributed that to his dream of Trish. Dale would have been very shocked if he had known that Karen was living her own fantasy ... that the reason fucking her was more fun tonight was because she was thinking about Hal Brooks. He would have been very shocked to know that his own wife had a fantasy of her own and that was why her pussy was so wet and creamy right now.
"MMMMMMMM!"Karen moaned, beginning to smile in earnest. This was really turning into a wonderful evening, now that she'd started thinking about Hal. Now fucking felt just fine and she twisted her hips a little, imagining how it would feel to have Hal's well-' muscled body over hers. Hal was bound to know more about fucking than Dale did. After all, he was a sophisticated man. Lynne Brooks was certainly a lucky woman being married to a man like that!
Karen's moans became a little louder as she quivered in excitement. Something very strange was happening to her tonight. Every time Dale's hard cock hurtled to the back of her pussychannel, she quivered a little more. Now everything felt wonderful. It felt as if there were a fire growing in the very back of her cuntal tunnel, making everything wild and hot. This was much better than it usually was. Thinking about Hal had been an inspiration. If she could think about him every time Dale fucked her, she might actually get to enjoying it.
"A WW WWW WWW!" Dale groaned, driving in deeply. He was starting to pant, driving in and out with full force. He was moving so fast and hard that it was difficult to catch his breath. In the back of his mind he could hear Karen moaning, and he imagine that it was Trish, crying out her pleasure as he drove his hard cock into her pussy.
"MM MM MM, HOT!" Dale grunted, snorting with the effort he was expending. His cock flew through the juicy wetness of his wife's pussy and he reached up and gripped her breasts savagely. His fingers tightened around her full, lush mounds and he squeezed, flicking his fingertips across her nipples. For some strange reason, Karen didn't seem to mind him playing with her nipples now at all. She actually seemed to enjoy it. He could feel her nipples plumping and throbbing with heat as he squeezed and caressed them.
It was true that Karen didn't mind having her nipples touched tonight. She was thinking of Hal Brooks' hands and she imagined that he was the one squeezing her breasts and thumbing her nipples into firm little pink points. That made it very exciting. Her breasts were beginning to swell and her nipples were throbbing with heat. They hardened into nubs of exquisite sensation as she imagined Hal's fingers flicking at them, squeezing and twirling the plump, rosy buds. It was the most fun Karen had ever had in her life. She loved having her nipples played with as long as she could pretend that Hal was doing it.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" Karen sighed, her voice trembling and husky. She didn't have to pretend to enjoy this now. She really was enjoying the way Dale was squeezing and flicking her nipples. Her pussy was enjoying it, too. It felt almost as if her pussy were on a direct line with the plump, crinkled nipples. Every time Dale squeezed her nipples her pussy contracted and another flood of heated cream gushed out. This was simply fabulous. Why hadn't it ever felt like this before?
Karen gave another moan of pure delight and she shivered wildly. New, electric sensations were coursing through her body. Every pore felt swollen, tight and quivering. She felt like something was going to burst inside of her and she was waiting for it to happen with a mixture of excitement and astonishment. She'd never felt like this before. If just thinking about Hal could make her feel like this, she was going to think about him every time Dale fucked her. Now that she had started to enjoy fucking at last, she hoped that Dale would hump her often. If it was always like this, she would love it.
Dale felt his head swim and he pounded away at the heated depths of his wife's tightly spasming cunt. He was almost there. Just a few more rapid plunges and his cum would fly out of his swollen cock like a rocket. It was really fun tonight and he found his prick quickly expanding and jerking much more than it usually did. His balls were quivering and he had the urge to howl out loud with joy. Thinking about Trish was really doing it to him. His cock was so hard he bet he could have pounded nails with it.
Suddenly Dale knew that he had reached his limit. There was no holding back now. His testicles tensed and he let out a howl of sexy anguish as the cum raced to the tip of his cock. He couldn't wait for anything right now. Thinking about Trish was really doing it to him. He had to let his sperm fly right this minute!
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Dale yelped, hurtling forward one last time. He felt Karen's pussy quiver and then he was shooting, spurting out a flood of creamy, burning sperm straight up her pussytunnel. He was going to drown her in cream. It was the most wonderful fuck he'd ever had in his whole life!
"AAA AAA WW WW WW WWW WW-WW!" Dale hollered again, louder this time. His cock pounded like a hammer and exploded against the trembling walls of Karen's pussy. It was like his cock was a stick of dynamite, detonating again and again.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" Karen gasped, moving her hips wildly. She took a deep breath and held it. Something very strange was happening to her and she didn't know what it was. The sperm exploding against her trembling cuntal walls filled her with a warm glow, but there was something missing. She had the feeling that Dale had cum just seconds too soon. She wasn't sure for what, but it was over too quick to suit her. She had wanted him to go on fucking her just a little bit longer, until the rippling thrills in her cunt had become waves of thrilling rapture.
Karen gave another moan of unhappiness as her pussy quivered spasmically. It was just over too soon. That was all. Her body wanted more but now it was too late. A few more rapid-fire spurts and Dale was pulling his cock out of her pussy, leaving her vaguely unsatisfied. For some strange reason she felt like begging him to fuck her again, but of course she wouldn't. That would be silly.
Karen blinked, trying to clear her head. She couldn't understand what had gotten into her. She had a feeling that if the thrilling bursts of pleasure had gone on just a few more moments, something wonderful would have happened. But that was ridiculous. She knew better than that.
Dale gave a long sigh and turned toward his wife. "How was that, honey?" he asked, more out of politeness than curiosity.
"Wonderful!" Karen answered enthusiastically, still quivering a little. "Just wonderful, darling!"
Dale gave a slight frown at the unexpected enthusiasm in Karen's voice. She actually sounded as if she'd enjoyed that. She must be getting to be a better actress. Maybe she'd been reading those women's magazines again, where they advised wives to compliment their husbands on their lovemaking.
Karen pulled her nightgown down and sighed longingly. If only Dale hadn't cum so soon. She was sure that Hal Brooks wouldn't have orgasmed that fast. She never expected to find out. It was all harmless imagining. Hal Brooks was married and he might flirt with her in the office, but that was all. He'd never make an earnest pass. She was sure of it.
CHAPTER SIX
Trish had a slight feeling of uneasiness as she got into the truck with Dale. The rest of the crew was working on a municipal swimming pool and this job at the Hudsons had to be finished before they came home from their Bermuda vacation tomorrow. It would take the two of them only an hour or so to clean the Hudsons' pool. There was absolutely no reason to be nervous. Trish was sure that Dale wouldn't do the things she had been thinking about. Her nerves were just shot ... that was all. She had no doubt in her mind that Dale would be a perfect gentleman. If he wasn't, she wouldn't hesitate to fire him.
After a hurried hour's work, the pool looked beautiful. The filters had been replaced and the bottom swept. The water was colored with a mixture of aqua dye that the Hudsons had requested. Now that the job was completed, Trish was anxious to get back to the municipal pool to see how the rest of the crew was doing, but Dale didn't seem to be in any hurry at all.
"I brought something along for you," Dale grinned, rushing back to the truck and removing a bag. "I figured we ought to have a little celebration. You've been running the business for exactly two years today."
Trish began to smile as she realized that Dale was right. Then she smiled even more as he pulled out a bottle of California champagne and two plastic glasses. He was right. This really was a day to celebrate and she certainly wasn't about to refuse a glass of champagne. Dale was very thoughtful to have looked up the date and bought the champagne.
"To your continued success," Dale proposed a toast, filling the two glasses to the rim. Then he motioned her over to the chairs by the side of the pool. "Come on, Trish ... this won't take long. I just wanted to congratulate you and this was the best thing I could think of."
"Oh ... thank you," Trish smiled, feeling a rush of warm feeling for Dale. Now she was sure that she was only imagining things when she thought he was looking at her body with hungry eyes. He was just interested in how she ran the business, that was all. Perhaps Dale would buy the business when she decided to sell. That was probably why he had been watching her so closely.
After two glasses of champagne in the hot noon sun, Trish felt her head beginning to whirl. The champagne was ice cold and delicious, but she wasn't in the habit of drinking in the middle of the day. She felt a little woozy and a small giggle escaped her lips. This was fun, but it wasn't very business-like. They'd just finish the champagne and then go straight back to the municipal pool. Drinking champagne with Dale wasn't getting the work done.
"That pool certainly looks inviting," Dale grinned, clinking his glass against hers. "Do you suppose we ought to check it out and see if the heater's working? We could just get in for a minute and see. The Hudsons wouldn't ever have to know about it." -
Trish didn't even stop to think about the propriety of swimming in a client's pool. She just stood up and headed for the cool blue water. A swim was just what she needed to clear her head. After drinking champagne in the hot sun, a swim sounded fantastic. She really needed to do something to cool off. They'd have to work hard when they got back to the municipal pool and she couldn't very well work in this condition. Her head was spinning and she had to sober up in a hurry. Swimming would be the perfect way to do it.
"Aaaaaah! Wonderful!" Trish gasped, wading in and letting the sparkling blue water caress her hot legs. Everyone thought that she would be able to do a great deal of swimming in a job like hers, but that just wasn't the case. She worked too hard to play around in the pool. This was an exceptional day, though. After all, she deserved a little fun on the second anniversary of her business.
Trish didn't look behind her as she waded out into the water. She was too busy concentrating on how wonderful the water felt on her heated skin. This had been a wonderful idea of Dale's. They could play hooky for a half hour or so and splash around in the Hudson pool. No one would ever know and it felt just fabulous.
Trish was an excellent swimmer and she waded until the water was up to her breasts. Then she began to swim the length of the Hudsons' Olympic-sized swimming pool, practicing her crawl that she had neglected for awhile. It was only when she turned at the deep end and began to make the return lap that she saw Dale. He was swimming toward her and they were going to meet in the center of the pool.
"The water's wonderful!" Trish called out, smiling happily. "Dale ... this was a great idea! I really ought to give you a promotion for this!"
Dale smiled back, but he didn't answer. He could hardly wait until Trish met him and saw what he wanted her to see. That ought to do the trick. He'd been planning this out all morning and now he was glad that he'd taken the time to stop for that iced bottle of champagne. He could tell that Trish was a little bombed from drinking champagne in the sun and that was just the way he wanted her. This time in the pool was going to work out perfectly.
They were only a few feet apart and Trish stood upright in the water, catching her breath. She was really out of shape as far as swimming was concerned. She ought to swim every day and work up her stamina. Swimming was the best exercise in the world and it would be easy to fit swimming into her schedule. After all, she worked around pools all day. She could claim that she was checking out her clients' pools personally and swim a few laps in every pool that she maintained. That would be enough exercise to keep her in tip-top shape.
Trish flipped her long hair out of her eyes and gave Dale a friendly smile. Then her eyes lowered and her mouth flew open. Good heavens! What in the world was Dale trying to prove? He was in the pool without a bathing suit!
Before Trish could do more than gasp in shock, Dale's fingers were reaching out for her bikini top. With one quick motion he untied it and she was naked to the waist. Then, before she had a chance to react, he was untying the strings on the bottom of her bikini and she found herself shivering and nude in the water.
"Wh ... wh ... what are you doing?" she gasped, not quite believing that this was really happening. Her shocked eyes watched her bikini float away in the water and her face turned red with embarrassment. This was terrible! She had never expected Dale to act like this!
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Dale asked, grinning down at her. "And I know something else that'll feel really good. I've been waiting a long time for this, Trish, and I know you have, too."
Trish opened her mouth to tell him that he was crazy, but no words came out. Everything was happening too fast to do anything about it. She found that she was speechless. She had to stop this kind of thing right now before it got out of hand, but her legs seemed leaden. She didn't seem to be able to move a muscle.
Trish let out a soundless gasp of fright as Dale dove quickly under the water. Then she felt his hands on her thighs and gasped again. Before she could move or even try to get away, Dale's warm lips were right up against the wet mound of her cunt, and he was licking with his hot tongue against her tender pussyflesh. He was licking her pussy! That, in itself, was enough to send Trish's mind whirling in shock.
"OOOOO-OOOOH, NO!" Trish squealed, almost losing her balance in the water. Her thighs quivered and then they started to spread without any conscious command from her mind. This was terrible and she felt as if she were going to faint from shock and ecstasy. She'd never felt anything like this before. She'd never imagined that anyone would do something so strange. Dale was sticking his heated tongue right in the slit of her wet pussy, lapping up her shivering cuntal groove until she was sure she was going to faint from surprise.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" the shocked young blonde squealed again. She knew that she shouldn't just be standing here in the water, letting Dale do this strange thing to her, but she couldn't seem to move to get away. Dale's tongue was creating a warm tide of sensation in her pussy and she gasped and squealed again, not quite believing that this was actually happening to her. What could she do? She knew she should try to wiggle away, but Dale's tongue felt too delicious to move.
Dale knew that he had knocked Trish right off her feet and would have chuckled if he hadn't been under water. Everything had worked out beautifully. Now he was doubly glad that he'd stopped for that bottle of champagne. That had been enough to slow Trish's reactions and now she wasn't going to resist him at all. He could tell that. Her little pussy was quivering and trembling under the blazing caresses of his tongue. There was no way that he could stop now, not when he was about to obtain his fondest fantasy. Trish didn't want him to stop. She was just standing there, pressing her pussy up against his lapping tongue. Trish wanted him to lick her pussy every bit as much as he wanted to do it.
Now Dale was glad that he'd been a good swimmer all his life. He used to be the one who could hold his breath the longest in his Red Cross swimming courses and it was paying off at last. He wanted to stay under the water forever, lapping Trish's lovely pussyflesh. Things were going to work out just the way he'd planned them if he could keep Trish shocked and off balance. Dale was bound and determined to seduce his lovely boss before the afternoon was over. He'd been waiting a long time for an opportunity like this and was going to take the fullest advantage of it.
Even though Dale was an expert at holding his breath, he still eventually ran out of air. He came up to the surface grinning, his hands still holding Trish tightly. Now that he had her, he wasn't about to let go.
Before Trish could do anything except sputter ineffectually, Dale was talking again. He knew that the quicker he did things, the less she would be able to think. He didn't want
I Trish to think about what was happening at all. He'd thought it all out for the both of them. All he wanted her to do was cooperate and she was too shocked to do anything but. He had her right where he wanted her now.
"Hold your breath, Trish," Dale grinned, still keeping a tight hold on her. "Now it's your turn to have a little lunch. Just open your mouth and suck my cock right in. You're going to really love it once you try it."
Trish's eyes opened wide and she seemed about to protest. She barely had time to fill her lungs with air before Dale was shoving her down under the surface of the pool and bringing her head right upon a level with his cock.
Trish wanted to keep her eyes shut but she just couldn't. Her eyes opened with a snap and saw Dale's huge prong sticking out strongly in the water. It was mammoth! Of course the water magnified everything, but Dale's cock was still huge, she was sure, but she wouldn't suck it like Dale had told her to. She couldn't do something that degrading.
Why not? a little impish voice in Trish's mind prompted her. He licked your pussy, didn't he? You could just stick out your tongue and take a little lick. Then you'd know what it would be like.
Before Trish had time to consider further, her tongue was out, feeling strange under all the water. Then she was licking, moving her heated tongue eagerly up and down Dales stiffened cockpole. She must be a little drunk from the champagne because it was really wild. She found that she really liked to lap her tongue all over Dale's huge prick. It made her feel shivery and strange all over and she knew it wasn't all the effect of the champagne. Her mind refused to recognize what she was doing but her body was enjoying every minute. Something about running her tongue up and down Dale's huge prickpole was making her quiver in delight. She was getting turned on by licking his cock. That was very strange.
"AWWWWWWW!" Dale yelped, hardly able to control his excitement. His plan was working. For a second there, he'd been a little nervous about what Trish would do under the water, but she seemed to get a real kick out of licking his turgid manmeat. This was going perfectly. It had been even easier than he had expected. Trish wasn't putting up any resistance at all.
At last Trish came up for breath and Dale's face was a mask of lust. She couldn't help but tremble as she looked at him. There was no doubt about the pleasure she had given him with her lapping tongue. Somehow, in a crazy sort of way, that made Trish proud. She'd never ever expected to do anything like this, but now that she'd done it, it gave her a kick to know that she'd done it well. She was in a crazy mood right now because of the liquor and the unexpected action. Suddenly what she had done didn't seem terrible at all. It just seemed like a wild thing to do. Why hadn't she ever done anything like this with Allen? Trish was beginning to get all sorts of wild, new ideas.
"Out of the pool!" Dale commanded, grabbing Trish's arms and wading through the deep water. "We're going over there where this'll be easier."
Trish never even thought to resist. Her pussy was still shuddering from the licking that Dale had given it minutes before and her head was whirling. She couldn't have resisted if she had wanted to, and Trish didn't want to. She wanted Dale to do that again. It had felt absolutely wonderful!
Dale's mouth dropped open as he helped Trish out of the pool. He'd always known that she was a beautiful woman, but without her bikini she was an absolute dream. He hadn't had time to notice in the water that she had a luscious figure, but now he certainly did. Her breasts were high and firm with pointed pink nipples that just begged to be squeezed and licked. The mound of her pussy was fluffy and golden, the stuff dreams are made of. She was every bit as beautiful as he had imagined, perhaps even more so.
"Right here," Dale said quickly, pointing to a mat that lay beside the pool. He didn't want Trish to get out of the mood, although there didn't seem any cause for concern. She was still quivering in passion and her eyes were wide and blazing. Trish might not be exactly sure of what was happening, but didn't seem to mind in the least. Dale could tell that. She kept sneaking looks at his large erection and Dale felt his cock jerk mightily under her searching gaze. If he did everything right, he was sure that he'd be able to carry off everything in his sexy plan.
Dale didn't even have to tell Trish to lie down on the mat. She sort of sank down without a word from him her eyes still transfixed on his meaty erection. Trish seemed mesmerized by his cock and that puzzled Dale a little, even though he didn't take much time to think about it. You'd think she'd never seen a cock before. It was really strange the way she was staring at it, but it was nice, too. It made Dale feel powerful and manly.
Trish never protested as Dale helped her stretch out on the mat. She didn't seem to be aware of where she was or what she was doing. That was fine with Dale. He certainly didn't want to snap her out of her trance-like state and take the chance that she'd change her mind. After all, Dale had been planning on a scene like this for a long time now. And once he had tasted the creamy heat of Trish's pussy, he wanted to go right on licking it for hours.
"MMMMMMM ... BEAUTIFUL!" Dale sighed, staring at Trish's fluffy cuntal mound with hunger in his eyes. Her cunt was pink and wet, with glistening cream coating the plump little petals of her labia. Dale could hardly wait to stick his tongue in her quivering pink cuntal tunnel and this time he didn't have to worry about holding his breath. This was going to be pure heaven for both of them.
Dale's mind went wild as he saw the eager expression on Trish's face. She was still staring at his cock and he hoped that she was going to do more than just stare. He sure as hell wouldn't object if she tried a few sexy experiments of her own. It had been fantastic when she was licking his cock in the pool and it would be even better if she did it again now. He could hardly wait to see if she was going to follow his lead and do it.
"OOOOO-OOOOOOH!" Trish let out a whimper of excitement as she heard Dale swallow. Then she moaned again as he licked his lips and stuck his tongue out, wiggling it lewdly. She supposed that she really shouldn't be doing something like this, but she didn't want to stop, either. The passion-inflamed young blonde forgot all about everything except the blazing sensations Dale had given her with the tip of his tongue when he had licked her pussy. She wanted him to do it again and again and again.
"YESSSSSS," the quivering blonde moaned throatily. She shivered all over and the tip of her own pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. She wanted him to do it again right now. What was he waiting for? Surely he didn't need her to ask him.
"I ... I ... OOOOOH, HURRY!" Trish gasped, her face turning pink. "PLEEEEEEEEEASE, DALE ... PLEEEEEASE!"
That was all the invitation Dale needed. He bent down and gave Trish's pussy a quick lick and then his head bobbed up again. He was going to try a little sexy blackmail and he hoped to hell it was going to work.
"You want it again, don't you?" Dale asked, knowing what Trish's answer would be.
"OOOOOOH, YESSSSS!" The excited girl moaned, speaking her mind as the frenzy of passion overcame her. "YESSSSS ... DO IT, DALE. L-LICK MY PUSSY AGAIN!"
Dale grinned in triumph. He'd made her ask for it and now he had her right where he wanted her. She knew what she wanted but he wasn't going to give it to her until she did something for him.
"I'll lick your pussy if you suck my cock," Dale offered quickly, still grinning down at her. "That's fair, isn't it? Then we can both have fun."
Before Trish could even think about it, Dale was turning around and getting into position. Now his head was right over her pussy, and if she looked up she could see his mammoth cock pointed straight at her mouth. She knew that she couldn't seem to stop. She did want to suck Dale's cock. Even though the thought of doing something this lewd would have shocked her only hours before, right now it seemed like the perfect thing to do.
Before she could do anymore thinking, Trish stuck her tongue out, lapping across the wide, shiny head of Dale's cock. She gave a little sigh of excitement and lapped eagerly, discovering that she liked this impulsive act she was performing. Now she couldn't understand why she had been shocked by the idea of cocksucking before. It was fun, in a different sort of way. She could hardly wait to find out if it was more fun than fucking. Surely she wasn't too drunk to come to a conclusion about that.
"A WWW WWW!" Dale hollered, as Trish's heated wiggling tongue swept across the head of his jerking tool. Her lips were nibbling at the head of his prick now, and Dale could tell that she was enjoying it. He let out another delighted yelp and attempted to control himself. He didn't want to cum too soon. He'd been waiting for this moment a long time and Dale wanted to enjoy it fully.
As Trish lapped with the tip of her tongue a lusty hunger grew in her body. She wanted Dale to lick her pussy again, the way he had in the pool, but he seemed to have forgotten all about that. She'd just have to think of some way to remind him. She didn't want to stop licking his cock to say anything, but there was another way she could remind him ... a bold sexy way that would have made her blush in embarrassment if she hadn't been so inflamed with passion.
With a muffled cry of excitement, Trish lifted her firm ass-cheeks off the mat and arched her back. That brought her creamy pink pussy right up to Dale's heated lips. If this didn't remind him, nothing would!
Dale blinked in astonishment as he saw Trish raise her body and then he gave a little chuckle. She wasn't going to let him forget what he was supposed to do. It seemed as if Trish had changed into a new woman after his lingual caresses in the pool. He'd never expected her to be this bold but he was glad that she was. This was exactly the way he had imagined she'd act in his horniest fantasies.
"Mmmmmmm ... I know what you want," Dale chuckled, extending his tongue as he wiggled and lapped at the rich, thick cream that covered Trish's heated pink cuntal groove. Trish was just perfect, moaning and trembling under the flicking of his wide, hot tongue. If only Karen could be this sexy, he'd be the happiest man alive. Of course, Karen would never let him try this sexy experiment with her. She'd claim that it wasn't "nice". Karen was a dyed-in-the-wool prude. Nothing would ever change her.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Dale groaned again as his tongue swirled and swept in the groove of Trish's hotly spasming cunt. He really was beginning to love the taste of her heated cream. She smelled womanly and sweet and her cream was addictive, like imported wine. The more he licked up, the more he wanted. Dale had the feeling that he could lick Trish's pussy all night and still be hungry for more in the morning.
Dale nibbled Trish's pussy with his lips and wiggled his broad, hot tongue all over her flooding pussygroove, tickling her fluttering pussymouth with the very tip of his heated tongue. He gave a chuckle as Trish gave a muffled squeal of delight. He could tell that he was really arousing her with his light, teasing licks. She was moaning and squealing in delight and her lips were doing indescribable things to his cock. She was nipping at him and sucking strongly at the bloated sensitive head of his prick until Dale felt like hollering right out loud.
Trish gave another muffled squeal of excitement and Dale's grin broadened. He didn't seem to be able to stop grinning. Everything was going so well that he could hardly believe this was actually happening. He'd lived through this moment so often in his fantasy that it was difficult to believe that it was really happening. His fantasy had never been quite this wild, though, and it certainly hadn't felt this wonderful. He was going to give Trish's pussy the wild licking it so richly deserved.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" Trish whimpered, sucking harder and harder on Dale's throbbing, swelling prick. She'd never expected to feel anything this wonderful and didn't know what to do. There was no conscious thought in Trish's mind as her lips opened wide and she formed a ring of fleshy delight, drawing the head of his cock right into her mouth and sucking strongly on it. She might not be able to think of what to do, but her lips and tongue seemed to know instinctively what would give Dale the most pleasure.
"AWWWWWWWW!" Dale hollered, his voice muffled by the tender pink tissues of Trish's pussy. Now he knew what he wanted to do and he could hardly wait to do it. He knew just what would please Trish the most. He was going to drive his tongue all the way into her flooding pussytunnel and fuck her with it. That would really drive her wild. She wouldn't be able to resist the wet wigglings of his tongue when he probed right into the essence of her fragrant womanhood.
Trish was having the same kinds of sexy thoughts about Dale. She wanted to give him the maximum in pleasure. She was going to suck his cock all the way into her throat. She wanted his spear buried tightly in her squeezing throat to stuff her full of thick, masculine goodness. She wanted to suck Dale's huge prick until it exploded and filled her belly with the heated spasms of sperm. She wanted to open her throat and let all the juice slide down until it warmed her whole body.'
"MMMMMMMM!" Dale gave another groan of pleasure. He just couldn't believe how easy this had been. Everything had happened at just the right time. He was a lucky guy, remembering that today was the anniversary of Trish's second year in business. That had been the perfect opening and this was the perfect celebration. He was sure that Trish agreed with him, too. There was nothing like a little cocksucking and pussylicking to celebrate. He could celebrate like this every day.
Dale gave another groan and drove his tongue even faster into Trish's swimming pussy. Her mouth was so hot it felt as if he were shoving his cock right into a blast furnace. She really knew how to suck a man's cock! His lovely boss was stroking and sucking at the same time, drawing his prick greedily into her mouth until his trembling, lust-swollen testicles slammed right up against her face. It was wonderful and he wanted to give Trish exactly the same kind of pleasure that she was giving him. It never occurred to Dale that no one had ever licked Trish's pussy before. Of course, if he'd stopped to think about it, he might have guessed. Dale didn't have time to stop and think, though. He was too busy enjoying this moment to speculate on Trish's former sex life. All he really cared about was continuing this sexy fun.
Dale kept fucking Trish with his tongue, blissfully, completely unaware that no man had ever driven his hot tongue into the inner recesses of Trish's cuntal channel before. He took a deep breath and lunged forward, ramming his tongue right into Trish's trembling pussytunnel, driving in deeply and scooping up her fragrant, sweetly-tasting cream. Her cuntal channel was sucking at his tongue almost as hard as her lips were sucking his cock. Dale hadn't dreamed that this would be so much fun. Trish was sucking his cock to the very back of her throat and squeezing his cock as deliciously that he could barely keep from shooting. He wanted to let the sperm rush from the engorged tip of his prick and hurtle down into her warmly receptive belly, but he knew that it would be better for both of them if he could hold off for a little longer. He wanted to drive Trish wild with his tongue before he let his trembling testicles release his load of sperm. He was going to see just how excited he could get her before he had to let his balls have their way.
"MMMMMMMMPH!" Trish gave a squeal deep in her throat as Dale's tongue dove into her quivering pussytunnel. She sucked voraciously on Dale's huge, erect stiffness, trembling wildly as his tongue darted forward and plunged into her swimming cuntal tunnel. She could hear him smacking his lips and swallowing, and the sounds of his lusty enjoyment made her quiver with a surge of lewd heat. His tongue was wiggling like a huge snake, pushing through the creamy pinkness of her cuntal tissues and diving straight into her writhing, spasming pussychannel. This had to be the most exciting moment of her life. She'd never dreamed that anything could feel like this!
"MMMMMMMMPH!" Trish gasped again, finding that she was almost on the breathtaking edge of orgasm. Dale had been here at just the right time in her life. She'd been upset and unsure of herself this morning after the night with Allen and her body had been ready and eager for lusty satisfaction. She was titillated beyond belief by Dale's expert licking. Her cuntal mouth was squeezing and fluttering greedily around his thick, blazing tongue and there was no way that Trish could be cold and unresponsive.
"MORE!" Trish gasped, her words muffled around the jerking thickness of Dale's prick. "OOOOOOOH, YESSSSSS!"
Dale knew exactly how Trish was feeling. He was feeling the very same way himself. He was almost on the brink of delight and could tell that they were traveling up the lusty peak of pleasure together. He could feel her pussy shiver and snap in a frenzy of lustful passion. Dale could tell that Trish was already ready to explode with the ecstasy of orgasm, and knowing that he was driving her wild with his tongue was enough to make his testicles writhe and swell in lewd agony. She was sucking his cock so delightfully that he couldn't have held off for much longer anyway.
"MMMMMMMMMMMFF!" Dale yelped, driving his tongue in deeply, wiggling it around and grinning as Trish gasped in ecstasy. Her pussy was blazing with heat and the vibrations were stronger and stronger with each passing second. Her churning pussywalls ere squeezing and snapping at his tongue, forcing him in to the very back of her feminine channel to probe and wiggle at the very depth of her young womanhood. He could tell that she was almost there ... almost to the point of orgasm. Her pussy was shuddering so delightfully that he knew she was about to explode. Any second now and they could both cum. And Dale knew he was going to cum right along with her.
Trish gave a muffled cry of delight as her pussy began to explode around the probing heat of Dale's wiggling tongue. Bursts of incredible fiery sweetness rushed through her throbbing body and she knew that he was almost ready to fill her with the liquid blaze of his sperm. She could feel his cock swell and jerk desperately and Trish reached up and squeezed his testicles with her fingers. She wanted it right now. She was more than ready to gobble up mouthfuls of delicious cockcream from the pumping, pulsing length of his hard prick. She wanted him to shoot in her mouth and she sucked strongly in a lewd invitation.
"AW WWW WW!" Dale gave a smothered holler and felt a rush of heat knife through his stiffly jerking cock. He lunged forward forcefully and drove his thickened, nearly-exploding tool all the way into Trish's throat. At that instant, his balls tightened and his whole body tensed at the brink of orgasm. He could feel her throat squeeze desperately and he knew that she was trying to make him explode right along with her. There was no way that Dale could hold onto his self-control a second longer. It was going to happen right
There was a heart-stopping second when Dale felt the heated sperm churn and sizzle in his quivering balls. The thick cream shot up to the head of his aching, bloated cock and hesitated for just a second. Then he gave a holler of joy as he started to shoot.
"A WW WWW WW WWW!" Dale yelped again. His balls were pumping and the thick cream was hurtling out of the fleshy red hole of his glans, splattering out to pour down Trish's welcoming throat. He was going to drown her in his lusty cum. He was going to fill her to overflowing with the fruit of his quivering balls. She couldn't swallow fast enough to take in the full geyser of his masculinity. Dale had been dreaming about this very moment for months now and at last it was here.
Trish gave a shrill squeal as Dale's cock started to pump forcefully. She swallowed in a frenzy, not wanting to miss a drop of his delicious cream. She loved the taste of his sperm and Trish didn't want to waste a drop. She wanted every bit of it to find a home in her belly. She wanted to inhale every drop and feel it glide down to her hungry tummy in splashing streams of heat.
The world spun around as Trish swallowed again and again. She hoped the Dale's cock would never stop pumping its delicious goodness. She was exploding right along with him, and every time she swallowed her pussy gave another squeezing thrill. Swallowing Dale's heated cream was making her cunt explode harder and harder until she thought she'd surely faint with the blazing pleasure.
"MMMMMMMFFF!" the astonished and joyful girl cried out, lost in a fiery blaze of sensation as the cream splattered forcefully down her throat. All she could do was open her throat and let Dale's steamy infusion gush down to her quivering belly, filling her whole body with lovely heat. She was full of cream ... so full that she didn't think she could take another drop, but still he kept cum-mming. This had to be the most surprising and wonderful moment of her life!
Trish gave a gurgling sigh of joy as at last Dale's jerking cock began to slow in its frenzied pumping. It gave another lurch and pumped out one last burst of cream and she felt her whole body tingle with sexy delight. Could anything be more fun than this? Sucking Dale's cock hadn't been at all what she had expected. It had been one of the most enjoyable experiences of her life!
Neither Trish nor Dale heard the smothered exclamation from the shrubbery surrounding the pool. They had no idea that they were being watched and the person watching them was going to set the ball in motion to turn everything upside down. This episode in the Hudson pool was going to change six lives and only time would tell whether it would be a good change or disaster.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen hurried toward the Hudson pool as fast as she could drive. Dale had really been disorganized this morning and had forgotten his lunch again. She was just glad that the secretary had been in the office and had told her that Trish and Dale were out cleaning the Hudson pool. Otherwise she might have wasted valuable time by going to the municipal pool, where the rest of the crew was working.
A cautious driver, as always, Karen parked the car and set the emergency brake. In a way this was the perfect opportunity for her. She'd always wondered what the Hudson Estate was like and now she'd get a chance to see the pool at least. It must be around the back. She thought she could hear faint voices coming from the back of the mansion.
Karen hurried around the polished marble path and walked rapidly toward the pool. Then she stopped abruptly in the center of the path as a totally unexpected sight met her eyes. Trish and Dale were at the Hudson pool alright, but they certainly weren't cleaning it. Both of them were on a mat by the side of the pool and were doing something that made Karen gasp with shock. Trish was sucking Dale's cock and he was dipping his tongue right into her pussy!
"Oooooooh!" the shocked young bride moaned, her knees beginning to tremble. For a moment she thought she was going to faint, but somehow she managed to get control of her emotions and stare with shocked eyes at what was taking place on the mat. She had never thought to see such a shocking sight. Her own husband was being unfaithful and in a terrible, perverted way!
Karen stood there for what seemed like hours, eyes drinking in the shocking sight. Her mind was blank and her body trembled with outrage. How dare Dale do something like this! He ought to know better! After all, he was married to her!
At last the shocking sight was over and Karen turned to leave before either of them would see her. Then she heard Dale's laughing comment and her whole face turned red.
"I've been thinking about this for months!" Dale chuckled, reaching up to caress Trish's nipples. "Every time I fucked Karen I thought about you. She's gotten some pretty good fucking the last couple of weeks ... more than she deserved. You wouldn't believe what a prude Karen is. She's about as cold as an ice cube. It's great to be with a real woman at last!"
Karen felt her hands start to shake. Soon the shaking had spread to her whole body until even her teeth were chattering. So she was a prude, was she? Maybe it was time to teach her darling husband a thing or two. If he could play around with his boss, she could play around with hers. And she was going straight back to the office before she lost her nerve. Two could play this game and she was going to prove it!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen knocked on Hal's door the moment she got back to the office. Now that she had calmed down a little, she almost had second thoughts, but remained determined to get even with Dale in some way. He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with fucking his boss so she ought to get the same privilege. She was going to go straight in and offer herself to Hal Brooks.
"Come in!" Hal called out, hanging up the phone. Then his eyes widened in surprise as Karen strode into the office. There was a strange, determined expression on her face and her cheeks were flushed. Had something happened to upset his new secretary?
"Sit down, Karen," Hal offered quickly, pulling out a chair for her. "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes," Karen blurted out. "Do you believe in women's lib?"
"Women's lib?" Hal repeated, an amused expression on his face. "Why, I guess so, Karen ... why?"
"Well, not exactly women's lib," Karen explained, sitting on the very edge of her chair. "It's more like being fair, I guess. Do you think that a husband and a wife should have the same privileges in a marriage?"
"Uh ... well ... certainly I do," Hal said, frowning a little. He didn't know what Karen was leading up to, but she certainly sounded strange. Her eyes were glittering and she seemed to be almost hysterical.
"Good," Karen nodded her head. "Would you like to fuck me, Mr. Brooks?"
Hal's mouth dropped open in surprise. How the hell was he supposed to answer that? Karen was usually shy, at least she had been shy yesterday. This would have to be handled carefully.
"Of course I would," Hal said, smiling. "You're a beautiful woman, Karen. I'm sure any man would like to fuck you."
Karen nodded again, but her eyes were still glittering. "Well ... I just wanted you to know that you can if you want to," she went on. "I just found my husband fucking his boss, so I think it's only fair that I get the same chance. You can do it right now."
Hal's smile turned into a grin. So that was it! Karen was jealous and she'd come right back to the office to offer him the chance to fuck her. That was fine with Hal! He didn't care why at all. All he cared about was doing it!
Karen's face turned white as Hal got up and pulled her to her feet. She was shivering so violently that she would have fallen if his arms hadn't clamped around her shaking body. For one swift moment, she thought about claiming that all this was a mistake and running out of the office, but Hal didn't give her a chance to change her mind. Before she could even blink, his lips were on her and then her tongue was meeting his in swift, deep jabs. His mouth was firm and fiery, just the way she had imagined it would be. Now there was no thought of resistance in Karen's mind as she responded eagerly to his kiss. This was exactly as she had dreamed it would be last night and now it was really happening. She had known it would be like this. She forgot all about Trish and Dale as Hal moved his lips against hers.
"So you want me to fuck you, hmmmmm?" Hal asked, taking his lips from hers for a moment. "You're sure?"
Karen moaned slightly and nodded. She did want him to fuck her, and now it was all right. She could feel perfectly justified in what she was going to do.
"I had a feeling you needed some good fucking the moment you walked in here yesterday," Hal chuckled, picking her up in his arms and striding across the room to the couch. "Just let me lock the office door and then we'll have some fun. And I can guarantee you it'll be fun, Karen."
Karen shut her eyes and shuddered. She heard Hal lock the office door and buzz the outer office, telling the switchboard girl to hold all his calls. Then she opened her eyes again as Hal approached the couch.
It took all the courage Karen had not to shut her eyes again as Hal unzipped and unbuttoned her clothes. She'd never had a man look at her quite this frankly before and it frightened her a little, but it excited her even more. Maybe she'd been a fool for insisting that the lights always-be off when she and Dale went to bed. This was very exciting, being undressed in broad daylight.
"OOOOOH!" Karen moaned, blushing heatedly. Dale had never looked at her like this. Hal's eyes were taking in every detail of her high firm breasts and he grinned as he flicked his fingers across the bursting pink rosebuds of her nipples. Then his gaze dropped to her flat, silky belly and she shuddered in excitement as her cuntal lips swelled and a creamy flood of hot juice soaked her quaking pussytunnel. She'd never known that she could get excited just having a man look at her body. It was something entirely new to Karen. She was getting turned on by the hungry look in Hal's eyes.
"BEAUTIFUL, BABY!" Hal groaned, still grinning. Then his fingers began to follow his eyes in exploring her lush curves. He brushed over her trembling thighs with his fingertips and moved up to the fluffy hair on her pussy-mound, stroking her as he would a small, frightened animal. And something in his light, teasing touch made Karen tremble even more. She couldn't seem to lie still at all and little mewling sounds of enjoyment escaped her throat.
"OOOOOOOH!" Karen sighed, finding herself moving under his stroking fingers, quivering violently as his fingers slid lower and lower. Then he was touching the tender, swollen lips of her pussy and she cried out in passion. Her cunt was shaking and creaming so heavily she felt like she was going to shake apart. She'd never been this excited before in her life. Certainly it hadn't been like this with Dale. He'd never evoked this kind of response in his innocent wife. She had never felt this burning heat shuddering through her cunt when Dale fondled her. This was something entirely new and Karen thought she would surely faint in pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm ... just the way I knew you'd look," Hal breathed, his finger probing deeply into her trembling cuntal tunnel. He gave a grin of triumph as he felt the fiery wetness flooding her feminine channel. His finger was soaked and he could feel the way her cuntal mouth was sucking around the tip of his finger. She was as hot as a blazing volcano and her pussy was flooding with cream. This was going to be worth the chance of fucking in the office. Hal didn't want to wait for this kind of sexy treat. He was going to fuck Karen right now, before she thought about it, and decided to forgive her husband. Thank goodness Dale had helped him along by fucking his boss. That was a lucky break for him!
"OOOOOH, YESSSSS!" Karen moaned, her lips trembling. Her pussy was opening like a flower, spreading out to radiate heat. A wave of dizziness hit her and she was afraid that she was going to faint from the exquisite sensations Hal was creating with his finger. And Karen desperately didn't want to faint. She wanted to be fully aware of every thrilling quiver of her body as Hal touched her. She'd been thinking about him all yesterday and this was like a dream come true. This was going to be even better than she had imagined last night while Dale was fucking her.
"Just stay right like that," Hal commanded, drawing his finger out of Karen's flooding pussy. "Don't move a muscle and let me get my clothes off, too."
As Karen's mind began to whirl with sexy thoughts, something strange happened to her. She found that she wasn't shy at all. She opened her eyes and stared straight at Hal's well-muscled body as he pulled off his shirt. Then her breathing quickened as he tossed it away and her heart beat like a trip-hammer as his muscles rippled and glowed. He was perfect, just like the pictures of swimming stars she used to admire in magazines. Karen felt her face flame as she realized why she was staring at him so intently. She could hardly wait to see the rest of his body, the part that was hidden by his pants. Karen was breathless and eager to see Hal's thickened erection. She wanted to stare at his cock!
"OOOOOOOOOH!" Karen breathed, not able to stifle her excited cry as Hal dropped his pants. His cock was longer and thicker than she had dreamed possible. She couldn't help but imagine the stuffed feeling she would get when he shoved his big, glistening cockhead in her little pussy-hole. Just the thought of that happening brought another gush of pussy juice forth to soak her trembling cuntal groove.
Karen stared in mute fascination. Hal's cock was much more powerful looking than she had imagined last night. Even though she was practically dying for him to fuck her, she began to feel a slight edge of fear looking at his huge spear of flesh. Would she be able to take something that big in her tight, shaking pussy-hole? She'd never seen anything that large before.
"Don't worry, you're going to love it," Hal grinned, reading her fearful expression. "I know it's big but it'll fit just fine. Everything fits if you're hot enough. Didn't you know that?"
Karen's mouth dropped open in surprise and she shook her head. Now that she thought about it, she really didn't know anything at all about fucking. All she knew was what Dale had taught her and that wasn't much. She'd always been too shy to ask any questions of
Dale. He might have answered them, but she couldn't bring herself to utter the words.
"Well ... looks like I'll just have to enrich your education," Hal grinned, getting a kick out of Karen's wide-eyed innocence. You'd think that she was a virgin, the way she was acting. That husband of hers hadn't taught her much. Something was definitely wrong there, but Hal didn't stop to try to figure it out. He was in too much of a hurry to sink his throbbing prick in Karen's pussy.
Hal took one more moment to stare at Karen's lovely quivering body. She was perfect for his next conquest. He liked his women innocent once in awhile. That way he could teach them how to fuck just the way he liked it. And Hal knew that Karen would be a fast learner. She'd come to him, hadn't she? That meant she was ready to try something new in the sex department. Hal was going to make sure that he gave Karen the best fuck of her life, and from the wondering expression on her face, he didn't think that would be too difficult.
Karen felt almost as if she were in a trance. She couldn't take her eyes off Hal's big, throbbing erection. It was so huge and strong-looking that just staring at it made her tremble. She wanted to reach right out and touch it, but that wouldn't be nice. She really shouldn't be that bold.
"You can touch it," Hal grinned, again reading Karen's longing expression accurately. "Just reach right out, baby. I'd like it if you touched it a little first."
Karen knew that she was being bold, but couldn't help it. She wanted to touch Hal's jerking erection. Her hand streaked out and she brushed her fingertips against the hot, stiffened rod hesitantly, and then she smiled. She'd never really seen or touched a man's cock before, even if she was married. She'd never wanted to touch a man's cock before, but now she certainly did. She was so curious she just couldn't hold back and her fingers caressed every inch of his jerking erection, darting up to the wide, glossy head and sliding back and forth through the clear slippery fluid that seeped from the tip. Touching a man's cock didn't seem quite so bold now that she was doing it. It seemed like a lot of fun.
Hal gave a small sigh of pleasure. He could see how fascinated Karen was with his hard cock and he grinned. Karen really was an innocent young woman. She was totally fascinated by the way his cock was jerking and stretching under her fingers. Now he was sure that her husband must be a real dud in bed. He wasn't treating her right at all if he'd never let her touch his cock.
Hal didn't mind that his was the first cock Karen had ever touched. He liked teaching his women how to do things. That way they did them the way he liked it. This was one of the reasons Hal liked to fuck inexperienced women. He could teach them just what to do to turn him on.
"Wrap your fingers around it and squeeze a little," Hal instructed, groaning a little under Karen's light caresses. "Grab it and shake it up and down. I'd really like that."
Karen responded eagerly. Her fingers curled around Hal's stiffened prick and she squeezed, feeling the hard power inside. His skin was hot and the heat was coming from within, like there was a fire lit inside the smooth, stiff tube of his cock. Her hand slipped up and down the way Hal had urged and the tip of it began to turn darker. His bulging cockhead was a fiery red color now and more of the slippery, clear juice was bubbling out of the little hole in the tip. It totally fascinated Karen.
"Yeah ... that's great, honey," Hal grunted in satisfaction. Karen was a quick learner and her innocent curiosity really turned him on. He was really going to enjoy this fuck. It was just what he needed to relieve the monotony of the office today.
Karen gave a big smile of triumph. She must be doing this just right. She could tell that Hal was enjoying it. His eyes were staring blankly at the wall and his cock was throbbing and pulsing under her pumping hand. She was really proud of herself for catching on to what he wanted so quickly. She just wished that somehow Dale could know that she was behaving like a wanton woman. That ought to change his mind about what a prude she was. A prude would never do what she was doing. A prude would never jerk a man's cock up and down the way he asked her to.
Hal's cock was jerking hard now, almost flying out of Karen's fingers as she shook her hand up and down. The clear juice ran down from the head of it and dripped over her fingers, making everything else nice and slippery and hot. This was really lots of fun. Karen couldn't understand why Dale had never asked her to do this. Of course, if she was to be perfectly fair to Dale, she wouldn't have done it, even if he had asked. She would have thought that it wasn't "nice". Maybe she had been a bit of a prude with her handsome husband. Maybe Dale had been telling the truth about her when he made those comments to Trish.
Hal gave another groan and his smile grew wider. A couple more shakes of Karen's hand convinced him that he'd better stop her before she got a very wet surprise. There was something about teaching a girl to jerk his cock that drove Hal to the brink in a really big hurry. He didn't want Karen to stop but he had more to teach her than how to handle his prick with her fingers. He wanted to teach her how to fuck and he had to keep his cock hard and stiff to do that. That was the next item on the agenda. Karen was going to get the fuck of her life from him.
"Okay, baby ... that's enough," Hal groaned, grabbing her hand and keeping it still. "That was just the way I like it. Now I'm going to make sure you have a little fun."
Karen gave a little pleased gasp at Hal's words. She wasn't sure what he was going to do, but she hoped that it would be different from what Dale did in bed. She already knew about that and it wasn't fun for her at all. She wanted something different now, something really new and exciting. She wanted something different out of fucking with Hal than she had ever wanted with Dale. She wanted to have a good time. She'd never even thought about that with Dale. She'd just hoped that he wouldn't be too long about it. Now she found herself wishing that Hal would fuck her all afternoon. Something drastic had changed in Karen's thinking and she wasn't even aware of it. For the first time in her life, she was looking forward to fucking.
"Lie down and stretch out," Hal instructed, pushing her back on the couch. "Just spread out your legs and I'll show you something that'll be lots of fun. I personally guarantee it."
Karen blushed fiercely as she did as Hal had told her. She could feel her face burn as she spread her legs apart. Of course she didn't even think of refusing, even though she was horribly embarrassed at the way her pussy was behaving. It was so wet and hot that she could feel the cream run down her thighs in torrid little rivers. It was awfully embarrassing, but terribly exciting at the same time. No man had ever stared at her shuddering pink pussygroove the way Hal was doing.
"Are you ready for something that feels really good?" Hal asked, grinning down at Karen. He didn't even wait for her answer as he slid his fingers over the soft hair on her trembling pussy mound.
Karen gave a soft, excited sigh as Hal's fingers crawled slowly to her steaming pussygroove. Then she let out a startled gasp as the tip of one finger ran right up her swimming pussyslit and rimmed the erect little pink button of her clitoris.
"OOOOOH!" Karen gasped. Her face turned pink and her pussy quivered and throbbed like it had been struck by lightning.
Hot fiery thrills raced back and forth across the erect little nubbin of her clitoris and she thought she'd surely faint in pleasure. Her clitoris was standing straight up and begging to be touched.
The desperate girl wiggled her hips automatically, trying to nudge Hal's finger a little so that it would touch her nearly-bursting clitoris. She couldn't believe that Hal, a man, would know about that secret little button that had given her so much pleasure in her young womanhood. Karen had spent many exciting nights discovering just how to touch her little love button, but she'd never expected that Hal would know about it. It was a cinch that Dale didn't know that secret way of giving a woman pleasure. At least he'd never tried to do it to her. Now Hal was running his fingertip right around her secret sensitive little place. It was enough to make Karen blush fiercely and quiver in excitement.
"OOOOOOOH!" Karen gasped, barely able to hold still as Hal's finger came closer and closer to her secret sensitivity. "PLEEEEEASE! DO IT, HAL ... PLEEEEEASE!"
Hal gave a short chuckle. He could tell that Karen was almost out of her mind with lust. Now he had her right where he wanted her. He paused for a moment, gazing down at the shaking, trembling young woman, and then his finger flew to its goal, rubbing lightly over the quaking little nubbin until Karen squealed right out loud in lust.
Hal gave another chuckle as he saw the bright spots of color in Karen's cheeks. She was terribly embarrassed but he kept right on rubbing her love button. As he twirled the little lump of her clitoris around and around, she began to cream heavily and her legs spread so widely that she looked as if she were going to split in two. Karen loved to have her clitoris touched and that made things nice and slippery for the next part of Hal's sexy seduction. He'd gotten her nice and hot and it was almost time to slam his huge prick in her nipping pussymouth. It would slide in easily now that she was so well lubricated. There was nothing like playing with a woman's love button to make her nice and creamy.
Hal rubbed and touched until Karen's cries were desperate. He could see her juicy pussy-hole clutching and spasming and he knew that she was close to orgasm. He gave a final fiery rub to her quivering little button and then he stopped, watching for her frustration to reach its peak.
"OOOOOH, PLEEEEEASE!" Karen moaned loudly. "PLEEEASE, HAL! I ... I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEASE, DO
SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING!"
"Oh, you don't want to fuck, do you, baby?" Hal grinned lewdly. "I thought we could sit here and talk a little first. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"NOOOOO!" Karen moaned, trembling in a sexy frenzy. "PLEASE, HAL! I WANT ... I WANT YOU TO FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
That was exactly what Hal had been waiting for. He gave Karen another big grin.
"Whatever you want, baby," he chuckled, grabbing her hand and folding her eager fingers around his cock. "Just put it in, honey ... just grab what you want and put it where you want it."
This time there was no evidence of hesitation as Karen grabbed Hal's stiffened erection. She stared at it with an expression of eager hunger and guided it to the quivering hole of her pussymouth. She didn't even stop to think about whether something that huge would fit in her pussy. She would make it fit. It would have to fit. She was so hot that she just had to have Hal's luridly jerking cock in her cunt. She would just die if she couldn't have it.
"AWWWWW ... THAT'S IT, BABY," Hal groaned as his cockhead touched her quivering pussyflesh. He felt the mouth of her cunt snap around the wide, throbbing head of his cock and the heat almost drove him out of his mind. He drove in savagely, thrusting his wide, thick cockpole right up the narrow channel of her cunt, sliding through the flooding cream and overcoming any resistance she might have had to his rude invasion. Karen was more than ready to be fucked and he was going to make sure she had the time of her life.
"AAAAAGAGH!" Karen squealed, not believing the sensations that were tearing through her body. His cock was stuffing her, making it impossible for her to even breathe, but the searing thrills raced faster and faster as he began to drive in and out like an oil rig. His cock fit perfectly and the tightness of her stuffed pussychannel seemed to make the waves of pleasure grow bigger and bigger, like the incoming tide. She was riding on the tall breakers as he plunged against her hot womb and thrust into her twisting, throbbing wetness again and again. Hers was a never-cooling heat, dramatically rising with each deep stroke. She was being consumed by a lusty fire, trembling beneath his spearing thrusts, growing hotter and wilder until she was blazing inside.
Hal gave a grin of satisfaction. He'd known that she would be hot, but hadn't expected anything like this. Her little pussy was as hot as an erupting volcano. He could feel the heat in every pore of his body and his prick was blazing. She was so hot and tight that it was making him pant.
"AWWWWW, FANTASTIC BABY!" Hal gasped, driving in again. He knew that his cock could stand the heated wetness much longer before he would explode. He sensed that she was near the edge, approaching a fierce, hot orgasm that would catch them both up in its searing intensity. Her cries of frenzy had merged into one continuous wail of delight and Hal's balls tensed and quivered, flaming knots of agony. He had to cum soon. It would be impossible to hold off for long. Karen's pussy was just too hot and wild to resist.
When it came, it crashed to a searing finale. Karen's trembling pussy snapped and creamed around the stiffly jerking length of Hal's cock, sucking and squeezing so deliciously that he couldn't resist any longer. His balls began to pump and Karen let out a gurgle of satisfaction as she felt the fiery spurts infusing her cuntal channel. Then something happened that made her scream loudly in astonished delight. Her pussy felt like it was turning inside out, blooming around his exploding cock. The breakers of joy turned into one long wave of tidal-like proportions, sweeping her up into ecstasy and leaving her shaking and whimpering in delight.
It seemed like hours before Hal's cock quit pumping. He ground it savagely into Karen's sweet, heated pussy and gave a yelp of his own that more than matched hers. She was a little sweetie, the hottest little thing he'd ever fucked. And to think that she had asked him! That was really a blast. That had made it all the more interesting for him. Karen had come right out and asked for it, just because her husband was fucking his boss.
Hal drove his prick in one last time and his mind began to clear. He supposed that he should say something to Karen about giving her husband another chance. After all, when a man worked with a woman closely every day, there were lots of opportunities for intimacy to occur. How well he knew that!
Hal opened his mouth to say something in her husband's behalf and then he remembered. Karen's husband worked for Trish! Dale must have been fucking Trish! He could hardly wait to get home and tell Lynne!
CHAPTER NINE
Trish started to shake as soon as she walked in the door. She had taken the rest of the afternoon off and had another three hours before Allen was due home. Now that she had left Dale and the Hudson's estate, she was feeling very differently about what had happened. At the same it had seemed natural and fun, but now she was having second thoughts about what she had done. How could she have behaved like a slut with Dale? She was married and so was he. Somehow she had to make sure that something like that never happened again.
"Oooooooh!" Trish moaned, flopping down on the big bed. She could still remember the heated thrills that Dale's long tongue had given her and knew she was too weak to resist if he approached her again. Now that she had experienced the delightful ecstasy of orgasm, she wanted it again and again, but that wasn't right. She had to be faithful to Allen. Trish was positive that Allen had never strayed in his loyalty to her.
For a while it seemed as if Trish's mind floated in circles, but then she came to a decision that made her shiver. There was only one thing she could do. She simply couldn't see Dale any longer. And she'd have to see him every day if she worked with him. Even though she craved his body, she'd just have to fire him. Her marriage was more important than his job.
With shaking fingers Trish picked up the phone and made the call. She didn't offer any explanation and told Dale that she'd give him an excellent reference and a month's severance pay. That should be fair enough. Dale didn't seem to think it was fair, and when he tried to argue with her, she placed the phone in the cradle. He simply shouldn't have taken this so hard. After all, he had taken advantage of her when she was drunk on champagne, and now Trish was sure that the whole afternoon had been carefully planned by him to end up just the way it had. That was a chance a person took when he got emotionally involved with his boss. Dale should be man enough to realize that she couldn't keep him on the payroll and run the risk of something like this happening again. That wasn't good business sense at all.
Trish sighed tiredly and laid down on the bed, stretching out and trying to get comfortable. She wished that she could discuss this with Allen, but of course she never could. He'd be terribly hurt that she had let another man touch her. She'd try to forget all about it and live just as if it had never happened. It was the only thing she could do. The whole thing had been a weird accident and now it was over. She was going to put it out of her mind and never think of it again.
* * *
"You ... You're what?" Karen gasped, taking the call in Hal's office. "You mean she fired you? Why?"
Karen knew it was a stupid question the moment it left her mouth. She knew why Trish had fired Dale and it stood to reason. Still, it was unfair. She just wished there was something she could do to set matters right again. Now Trish was acting as if the whole thing at the Hudson pool was Dale's fault, and from what she had seen, Trish had been just as eager as Dale. It was really nobody's fault. Karen could see that now. She wasn't even mad at Dale for what he'd done now that she'd thought about it. She couldn't very well blame him. She had been a real prude in bed and she'd opened the door for another woman. She couldn't very well blame Dale for taking advantage of the opportunity.
Karen had a dead expression on her face as she hung up the phone. Hal was watching her curiously arid his eyes snapped as she told him the news. He'd never cared much for Trish and this took the cake. She'd been begging for a good fucking the way she walked around in that bikini and he didn't blame Karen's husband a bit. And Karen said that Trish had been enjoying herself just fine when she had seen them by the pool. Hal didn't have a lot of respect for women who enjoyed sex and then took their guilt out on their partner. That wasn't the way the game should be played at all.
"I don't know what we're going to do now!" Karen wailed, beginning to cry. "We were going to buy a house with the money both of us made. Now it'll probably take a couple of months for Dale to find another job. I just wish there was some way to get Trish to change her mind."
"Maybe there is," Hal said slowly. "Trish is Lynne's sister, you know. Maybe I can tell Lynne about it and have her talk to Allen. I don't think Allen's all that straight. He might be able to talk some sense into Trish."
"But ... but ... but will you have to tell your wife about us?" Karen asked, fear in her eyes. "If you tell her, won't she be angry?"
Hal looked thoughtful. "Well..."he said slowly, "maybe it's about time I was honest with Lynne. That might be just what our marriage needs. It's a gamble but I'm going to tell her everything. After all, Trish is her sister, and she can try to think of a solution to the problem if she knows the whole story. I don't think I'm going to leave anything out at all."
Karen looked a little fearful, but nodded. "I guess that's best," she said, an identical thoughtful expression on her face. "I think maybe I'd better tell Dale everything, too. You'll call me at home if you come up with any suggestions, won't you?"
Hal nodded. He was already thinking about how to break the news to Lynne. He'd been thinking about confessing his affairs for a long time now and this was it. He really thought that Lynne might understand. She probably suspected anyway. Lord knew he was away from home an awful lot.
* * *
"Are you mad at me, honey?" Hal asked, looking up at his wife hopefully. "I wasn't going to tell you, but then I started thinking that we could do better if we were honest about things. I guess I just can't resist the urge for a new conquest, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. You know that, don't you?"
Lynne nodded. She was secretly glad that Hal's little affairs were out in the open. She had hated all the secrecy. Now was the time to tell him what she had decided to do about it.
"I know you love me," Lynne said gently. "Just like I know you'd love me if I went out and had an affair, too. That's what's wrong, Hal. I've been sitting home and feeling sorry for myself while you were out having a good time. I should have been having a good time, too. Then I wouldn't be jealous at all."
Hal's face turned red. "You mean you're thinking about going out on me?" he bellowed. "Damned, Lynne! You know I don't want you to..."
Lynne pressed her hand against her husband's mouth. "There's the old double standard again," she said firmly. "You've got to get over that, Hal. If you get to play around, so do I. That's only fair."
Hal looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel, but then the color gradually left his face and he gave her a sheepish grin.
"Yeah," he said slowly. "I guess you're right. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad at that. We could start some swinging parties or something like that. It might even be fun."
Lynne gave a low, throaty laugh. "I think so," she replied quickly. "Well ... now that that's settled, let me think about the situation with Karen and her husband. Somehow we've got to get Trish to rehire Dale. I don't know though, Hal. Trish, is the most stubborn woman I've ever known. I really don't think she'll break down and say she was wrong about firing him in the first place."
"She fired him because she didn't want the same thing to happen again, right?" Hal asked and Lynne nodded. "We have to examine her motives. And the reason she didn't want it to happen again wasn't because she didn't enjoy it. From what Karen said, Dale and Trish were having a real ball. She fired him because she was afraid Allen would find out. Doesn't that make sense?"
"It certainly does!" Lynne grinned. "And if Trish found out that Allen wasn't mad about her playing around, it would solve the whole thing, right?"
"Right!" Hal agreed. "I don't know about talking to Allen, though. He really does seem like a straight sort of guy."
"I think I can talk to him," Lynne grinned. "I've always wanted to fuck with Allen, and I think he'd like it, too. Why don't I tell him that if he allows Trish to have a little affair on the side, I'll have one with him? Do you think it would work?"
"It just might," Hal agreed. "I don't know about Trish, though. Even if Allen goes along with it, she might not. She's got a real hang-up about sex."
"I think you and Dale could solve her hang-up in a hurry," Lynne grinned. "Trish won't be able to pretend she's such a paragon of virtue if Allen walks in while she's fucking with two men, will she? And that's just what's going to happen. Let's get Karen and Dale over here right away and make some plans. You call them and I'll call Allen. We can set the whole thing up to take place tonight. Then we can have a real swinging party."
CHAPTER TEN
Karen, Lynne and Allen waited outside the living room window as Dale and Hal rang the doorbell. They knew that Trish was home. Allen had called right before they left the house and told her he'd be working late tonight. That ought to make things a lot easier for Dale and Hal. At least Trish wouldn't be worried about Allen coming home and catching her. She'd have no idea that Allen was right outside the window, watching everything.
"I sure hope this works," Allen grinned, slipping an arm around Lynne's shoulders. "I'm in the mood for a real party tonight. It'll take a miracle to loosen Trish up, but if anyone can do it, Dale and Hal can."
"They'll do it," Lynne whispered back. She looked confident but was a little worried. What if Trish refused to even open the door for Hal and Dale? Their plan would fail unless the two men could get inside the house and do their thing.
"Hey ... she's carrying a glass of wine!" Allen hissed, staring at his beautiful wife. "That's great! She's been drinking. Everything'll be a lot easier now!"
Lynne began to grin as she watched Trish weave her way to the door. Obviously her baby sister had been drinking to drown her sorrows. She was drunk already and that much would be in Dale and Hal's favor. With Trish loaded from the wine, she wouldn't have a chance against two men as sexy as Dale and Hal.
There was a long moment when no one even breathed. All three of them were waiting to see if Dale and Hal would get into the house. Then Allen breathed a sigh of relief as Trish came back into the living room followed by the two men. They had made it inside! Now the rest was downhill.
"We're going to have to be quiet now," Allen whispered, raising the window an inch from the outside. "This way we'll be able to hear everything but they'll be able to hear us, too. Don't make too much noise now, girls!"
"I came along with Dale to help him talk to you," Hal said, sinking down in a chair. "I think you're being foolish, Trish. I know why you fired Dale and it's just not fair. So you had a little fun with him? There's no crime in that. You ought to rehire him right now and save yourself a lot of grief."
"You know I can't do that!" Trish snapped. "For a brother-in-law, you're pretty stupid, Hal. You know it's not good business to rehire Dale. I just don't want to discuss it any further. I can't rehire him and that's that!"
"Are you afraid it's going to happen again?" Dale asked, grinning lewdly. "Is that it, Trish? You're afraid that I'm going to make you feel good again?"
"You don't make me feel good!" Trish said heatedly, flushing with anger. "That was just an accident today ... something unfortunate that won't ever happen again. You're a fool if you think that we can go on with this stupid affair! And I didn't enjoy it! Not one bit!"
"I don't believe that," Hal grinned. "And I don't think Allen will believe it either, when we tell him. We're going to wait right here and tell Allen all about it in front of you unless you cooperate with us. Isn't that right, Dale?"
"Right!" Dale said smugly, giving Trish a lusty wink. "We'll tell your husband unless you do what we say. And the first thing you're going to do is get out of those clothes."
"WH ... WH ... WHAT?" Trish gasped, looking as if the two men were crazy. "Why should I do that? Get out of here right now!"
"You're not strong enough to throw us out," Hal chucked. "I guess you're just going to have to go along with us if you don't want Allen to find out about what happened today. You don't want us to tell him, do you, Trish?"
"NO!" Trish gasped. "You CAN'T tell Allen! He'd never forgive me! I won't let you tell him!"
"You don't have a choice then, do you, baby?" Dale grinned. "Just get out of those clothes and cooperate and we won't say a word. But if you don't do what we say, we're going to sing like a bird when Allen comes home."
Trish started to tremble as she read the stern resolution in Dale's eyes. He was really serious about this. She couldn't take the chance that Allen would find out what she'd done today. She gave Hal a quick glance and saw that there was no help coming from him, either. He was staring at her like a bug under a microscope. She'd have to cooperate if she didn't want Allen to hear the whole sordid story.
"Well?" Hal prompted, giving Trish a cold look. "Are you going to do what we say or are we going to tell? It's all up to you. You didn't seem to mind being naked this afternoon. I don't see why you're playing the prude now."
"Ooooooooooh!" Trish gasped, fuming with anger. They had her over a barrel and she wished that she could think of what to do. Unfortunately, she'd had a little too much to drink to think rationally. All she knew was that Allen couldn't find out what she'd done at the Hudson pool. She'd have to go along with whatever Dale and Hal said. It was blackmail but there wasn't anything else she could do. If they wanted her to take off her clothes, she'd just have to do it, no matter how much it embarrassed her. She'd rather die than have Allen know about the afternoon she'd spent with Dale.
Trish turned her back on Dale and Hal and unzipped her dress. There was no way that she wanted to undress in front of the two men, but she was afraid not to. She couldn't take the chance that they would really tell Allen. It might ruin her whole marriage and no affair was worth that. She'd just have to do whatever they told her and hope for the best. She didn't know whether they would still tell Allen or not, but it was her only chance.
Trish's hands were shaking as she forced herself to drop her dress to the floor. Next her shaking fingers unhooked her brassiere, and finally, her face flaming with embarrassment, she pulled down her tiny white panties and let them slip to the floor.
"I told you she was a knockout, didn't I?" Dale asked, winking at Hal. "Now you've got to see the rest of her. Trish's got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."
"You heard him, Trish," Hal grinned. "Get down there on the rug and spread. I want to see if Dale's kidding or not. I won't believe you've got a pretty pussy until I see it with my very own eyes."
"Ooooooooooh!" Trish gasped, opening her mouth to refuse angrily to do any such thing. Then she quickly snapped her mouth shut. She could tell by one look at their faces that they weren't going to listen to reason. She could plead until she was crying, but Hal and Dale wouldn't change their minds. She'd just have to do it ... to suffer through this humiliation somehow. She didn't know what the two men were trying to prove, but they had her by the short hairs. She'd have to cooperate with whatever they said or Allen would find out about that awful episode this afternoon.
Trish managed to sink to the floor, but when it came to spreading her legs so the two awful men could look at her, she found that she just couldn't do it. She was simply too humiliated. For one thing, she couldn't believe that Hal would ask her to do any such thing. She'd heard the gossip going around about Hal, but had never dreamed that he'd try any of his tricks with her. She was Lynne's sister! That was practically incest to Trish's way of thinking!
"Spread or we'll spread them for you," Hal said, still grinning lewdly. "You're going to have to cooperate better than that, baby. Either that or I'll call Allen at the office right now. Do you think I ought to do that, Dale?"
"NOOOOO!" Trish wailed, before Dale could say yes or no. "I'll do it! I'll do anything you say. Just don't tell Allen!"
Dale gave a little grin at the way things were going. It was working just fine. The threat about calling Allen had been a good idea. Trish was so worried that her husband would find out that she'd do anything they asked her. And little Miss Prude was going to get the surprise of her life at some of the things they were going to ask her to do. Trish wouldn't be the same woman after they were through with her. There was no way she could be.
Trish bit her lip hard to keep from screaming right out loud. She was trapped and there was nothing she could do but obey. Her legs trembled wildly as she spread them outward and tried to keep her mind from dwelling on what was going to happen next. If she started imagining what they were going to do to her she'd surely faint, and then she knew Hal and Dale would go right ahead and do whatever it was they were going to do, anyway. She had to cooperate with them and throw them off guard somehow. There must be some way she could get out of this awful situation.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" Trish gasped, looking up and seeing Hal staring right into her pussy. She felt her face flame beet red and she shivered uncontrollably. She just couldn't believe that she was being stared at in this lusty way. Didn't Hal have any morals at all? What would Lynne think if she knew what her husband was doing tonight?
Trish gave another gasp as Hal reached toward her. "Let's see if she's as hot as you told me," he said, grinning at Dale. "You said she was so hot she was practically burning up. I'll just take her temperature in the best way I know how."
Before Trish could even guess what Hal was going to do, his big finger was driving cruelly into her moist pinkness. She sputtered ineffectually as she twisted away from him slightly, but it didn't do any good. Dale saw what she was trying to do and he reached out and held her hips down so that she couldn't move a muscle.
"NOOOOOOO!" Trish gasped, not believing what was happening to her. Even though she was shocked and repulsed by her brother-in-law's action, the insertion of his finger was making her pussy grow hotter and hotter. She didn't want it to happen, but that didn't seem to make any difference. Her cuntal walls were swimming with creamy hot juice. She didn't seem to be able to control her body at all!
"Mmmmmramm ... I think you're right, Dale," Hal chuckled, giving Trish a lusty grin. "Your pussy's nice and hot, baby ... it's so hot and wet, it's making me think of something I'd rather stick in there than my finger."
"OOOOOOOOOH! Trish gasped again. Surely Hal wasn't going to fuck her! That was just too much to even think about! Her own sister's husband was making her horny and now he was talking about fucking her! Lynne would never forgive her if she knew that Hal was turning her on. This was awful!
"I-I-I PLEEEEEASE!" Trish gulped, looking up at Hal with fear on her face. "You ... you can't! Think about Lynne! You're married to my SISTER!"
"I've always wanted to compare two sisters," Hal said in a conversational tone. "That might be lots of fun. I always had a dream about fucking two sisters at the same time. Of course, that isn't possible right now, but I could fuck you and then I could go right home and fuck Lynne and compare both of you girls. I'd like to know which one of you is the hottest fuck."
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Trish gasped, her face turning white with shock. He wouldn't actually do it, would he? She just couldn't believe that Hal was such an animal, but there was no mercy in his eyes when he stared at her. There was only lust and Trish knew what that meant only too well. He was going to do it! She could tell by the lusty expression on his face. Her own brother-in-law was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. If she screamed or put up a fuss, he'd call Allen and tell him about this afternoon. Allen liked Hal. He'd never guess that Hal had come in here and threatened her like this. He might even think that she had led Hal on!
"Wh ... wh ... what are you going to do?" Trish gasped, her voice a frightened whimper. She was staring straight up at Dale and felt as if she'd faint as she waited for his answer. She just hoped that he wasn't going to try to get even with her for firing him. Surely he could see what an awkward position she had been in. Surely he would listen to reason and stop Hal from doing something terrible like fucking her!
"You want to know what we're going to do?" Dale grinned. "We're just going to help you, Trish. I think you need a little lesson on how to treat your employees. You don't seem to have any consideration for your foreman at all so I'm going to show you how it feels to get shafted the way you shafted me. That's fair, isn't it? I'm just going to follow the Golden Rule in reverse. I'm going to do onto you what you already did onto me."
The whole conversation was just a little too much for Trish to follow. Her last glass of wine had caught up to her and she was feeling frightened and drunk, a bad combination.
"Hey ... how about letting me try some of what you got this afternoon? That'll keep Trish quiet while you decide what you want to teach her," Hal suggested. "I bet Trish would love to suck my cock. You said she loved sucking yours."
"That's a great idea!" Dale chuckled. He turned to Trish and gave her a stern look. "You heard your brother-in-law. You're going to suck his cock just as good as you sucked mine."
Trish wanted to shut her eyes and faint dead away, but she couldn't seem to do it now. Her eyes were focused on Hal's hands as he unfastened his pants and began to take them off. Even though she knew it was terribly wrong, she was a little curious about the size of Hal's cock. She wanted to find out if it was the same as Dale's or Allen's. She knew that she was being wicked for even thinking something like that, but couldn't seem to help herself. The alcohol had done strange things to her mind.
Trish felt her head whirl around and around as Hal dropped his pants. Then she gave a gasp of pure shock as she caught sight of his huge prick. It was the thickest, most lengthy cock Trish had ever seen! It was spearing out toward her like a weapon, stiff and throbbing. Surely he couldn't expect her to ... no! It was too much to even think about!
"NOOOOOO!" Trish moaned, quivering in fear and in the grips of another feeling she didn't want to recognize. In spite of her knowing that she shouldn't be in this wanton position, she couldn't help but feel excitement churning through her body. The sight of Hal's big prick had done it. Her pussy was creaming heatedly and she felt amost as if she'd like to suck it. That was just shock, but it wouldn't be so awful if she did go along with his demands. She was curious about whether any woman could suck something that huge. It seemed a lot bigger than Dale's cock had been this afternoon.
"NOOOOOOO!" Trish formed the word with her lips, but nothing happened. She was so shocked that she couldn't even speak. She seemed to be almost in a trance as Hal knelt over her shaking body and aimed the huge drooling tip of his stiffened erection right at the trembling lips of her mouth.
In a last ditch attempt to outwit her brother-in-law, Trish tried to close her mouth. Then she let out a squeal as she realized that she couldn't do it. Something was wrong with her body. It didn't seem to obey the demands of her mind. Her mouth stayed open as she watched the slippery, bloated red head of Hal's prick rub and drool sticky streams of cream on her face.
"Here, let me help a little," Dale grinned, reaching out for Trish's breasts. Then his fingers were squeezing around the firm quivering mounds of her breasts, rolling her nipples with his fingers and pinching them into stiff, blazing nubs of fire.
"OOOOOOOOH!" Trish gasped, her mind refusing to recognize what was happening. Even though she didn't want to, the beginnings of heat were stirring in her rippling, steaming cuntal channel.
Trish gave another moan of shock as her lips closed around the thickened pole of her brother-in-law's huge cock. It throbbed heatedly along the surface of her tongue and she shivered violently. Even though she hated the idea of what she was being forced to do, it was exciting her unmercifully. The heated meaty spear of Hal's cockflesh felt huge and powerful between her lips and the ripples of heat coursed through her trembling body.
Trish gave one last cry of despair and sucked strongly. She just couldn't help it. The more she sucked, the more aroused she became. There was no way to stop the churning of her cuntal channel at all. She simply couldn't control herself. Sucking on Hal's huge cock was making her more aroused than she could believe.
Hal gave a grin of pure pleasure and began to drive his meaty erection in and out of the wet, fleshy petals of Trish's lips. She really knew how to suck cocks, this sister-in-law of his! Now he was glad that they'd agree to try this drastic plan. He just hoped that Allen was getting an eyeful out there through the window. Allen thought that Trish was cold, but she was far from cold now. She was hot and they had made her that way, and by the time they were through with her Trish would never be able to act like a prude again.
Trish's head whirled in shock as she realized what she was trying to do. She was trying to swallow Hal's cock whole! Her body was responding wildly to both men and her throat was swallowing eagerly, trying to pull Hal's huge fleshy prickspear right down her throat. There was no way that she could keep from responding now. She couldn't help but suck voraciously on Hal's huge cock. She wanted to suck it! She wanted to suck the sperm right out of the drooling hole at the tip of her brother-in-law's cock!
Trish almost fainted as she realized what was happening to her. She wanted to feel the cream slosh in her tummy and fill her with the salty essence of masculinity just as it had this afternoon. There was a sexy hunger growing in her body that she simply had. to recognize. Even though she knew what she was doing was wrong, her body loved it. There was no use denying that she was aroused. Anyone could see that. The cream was gushing from her trembling pussy in waves of torrid delight and she was shuddering as if she were in the midst of a volcano. Hal and Dale were turning her on with their lewd demands and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it!
"MMMMMMMM!" Trish gasped, almost fainting from the shock of the moment. She knew what she needed now and it was awful.
Her pussy was begging for a cock. Her shaking cuntal tunnel was churning and creaming so desperately that she knew exactly what she needed. She needed to be fucked and her heatedly creaming cuntal mouth didn't seem to care by whom. Any cock would do. She just had to feel a piercing pole plunging into her steaming pink wetness.
The shocked blonde gave a gasp of lust as she felt a lewd blazing pressure at the tight little mouth of her pussy. Dale was playing with her, running his finger in and out of her starving cunt. He could see that her body was responding to him, begging for the stiff invasion of a cock, and there was no way that he could fail to notice the way her clutching cuntal mouth was creaming and shuddering. There were no secrets left about her now. Dale knew what she wanted and she could only pray that he'd give it to her.
Trish made a smothered groaning sound and Dale chuckled loudly. "You don't have to tell me, baby," he grinned. "I know what you want and I'm going to give it to you. We're both going to give it to you, right Hal?"
"You bet we are!" Hal answered immediately. His face was red and he felt his cock throb urgently in Trish's mouth. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold out. She really knew how to suck a cock!
He had to hang on to his self-control, though. There was more to their sexy plan than just cocksucking. They had to give Trish a really sexy shock if she was going to accept her lusty desires at last. They were going to make sure she didn't go back to being a prissy little boss when they were through with her.
"MMMM!" Trish gulped, as she felt Dale's hands on her thighs, spreading her legs open widely. Then he placed his fingers on either side of her juicy pink cuntal groove and pulled outward until Trish's cunt was open for him in a creaming pink sea of feminine heat. He was going to fuck her until she couldn't take anymore. It would be great to hear her squeal in surrender as he gave her his stiffly throbbing pole of cockflesh. She couldn't very well fail to rehire him after they were through with her tonight. And Trish would be a lot more fun to work with after this night was over. Allen would see to that.
"MMMMMMMMPH!" Trish gasped, struggling for breath. She could tell that Dale was going to sink his huge prick in her pussy any second now and it was all she could do to keep from raising her hips to try to get it sooner. He was centering the slippery heat of his blazing cock now and Trish could no longer control the sucking, shivering invitation of her pussy. The passion-filled blonde shuddered weakly as he pushed forward with a mighty lunge. He was doing it! The blazing width of his meaty erection was pushing right into the deepest juicy depths of her lusting cunt!
"MMMMMMM!" Trish could no longer hold back her lusty cries. Her pussy was creaming and clutching wildly, trying to pull his thick cock in even further, and her whole body was shivering in the throes of sensual ecstasy. This was immoral and wrong, but Trish couldn't stop her pussy from clutching and spasming around Dale's thickened erection. She needed to be fucked and he was going to fuck her.
"MMMM ... HOT!" Dale groaned, driving forward and grinning in lusty enjoyment. "Come on, Hal. It's time to teach Trish what fucking's all about. Let me roll her over and we'll really show her some new tricks!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trish was ready to scream as Hal pulled his thick cock out of her mouth, but she found that she was too shocked to do anything but gasp as Dale rolled her over until she was lying directly on top of him. She was helpless now, completely impaled on his thickened erection. She had no idea what Hal was going to do with her, but was frightened nonetheless. If she knew her brother-in-law he had some trick up his sleeve. She just hoped that he really wouldn't hurt her. She'd never seen Hal in a mood like this before. He seemed crazed by lust.
"Wh ... wh ... what are you doing?" Trish gasped, finding her voice at last. "I ... I ... I want to know what you're doing!"
Hal just chuckled at her frightened questions. He grabbed her quivering buttocks and spread them out lewdly. Then Dale clamped his hand over her mouth, silencing any further questions.
"MMMMMMMPH!" Trish squealed as Dale held her still. Her body was quivering wildly as she gave another muffled squeal of fear as she felt Hal's slick cockhead nose between her heated, quivering buttocks and touch the tightly puckered ring of her anus. Surely they wouldn't ... they simply couldn't! It was just too awful to think about!
Trish gave another squeal of fright as her brother-in-law's wide cockhead pressed forward, battering up against her anus and attempting to shove straight up her nether tunnel. Now she knew what Hal was trying to do and her mind reeled in shock. She'd never even imagined such a thing but it was happening to her! Hal was going to fuck her in the ass!
There was a moment when Trish thought she would surely faint as Hal's huge cock gained entrance by the sheer force of his lunge. His cock was tunneling forward, sending pain rushing through her body as his prick pushed forcefully into her virgin anus. Waves of pain tore through Trish's body as the thick, lust-inflamed stiffness of Hal's prick burrowed deeper and deeper into the quivering, rudely invaded chute of her anus. She sobbed frantically and realized there was no way she could stop this nightmare. They were both fucking her and she was caught between the two cocks, helpless and writhing in terror.
"MMMMMMF!" Trish squealed, her scream of pain muffled by Dale's big hand. Her mind was whirling with agony and she felt as if she were in the middle of an insane nightmare. Hal's huge heated testicles were slamming up against her now, swinging and bouncing between her widely spread legs and spanking her with salacious delight. If she ever lived through this awful moment, she'd see that she got even with them somehow. If it took the rest of her life, she'd pay Hal and Dale back for this awful degradation!
Suddenly Trish gave another anguished scream as something happened to shock her to the point of lusty insanity. There was no way that she could explain what was happening to her but it was happening nonetheless. Even though her poor invaded anal tunnel was still sore and painful, her traitorous body was beginning to heat up again. She hated what Hal and Dale were doing to her but her body seemed to love it! She was beginning to get more aroused than she had ever been before!
Trish sobbed in a last desperate protest as her hips ground back against Hal's rudely thrusting cock. She could no longer control her body. The trembling young woman sobbed in agonized surrender as Hal's pulsing erection disappeared into the heated tight tunnel between her round shimmering ass-cheeks. Waves of forbidden lust were rippling through her body and she couldn't stop the heat from growing as Hal and Dale fucked her. Even though part of her hated this awful thing, the rest of her loved it!
"NNNNNNFFF!" Trish moaned, her body quivering in a fit of animalish arousal. The trembling young woman whimpered in lusty abandon and she writhed in passion as her true nature took over at last and she was forced to indulge the lewd cravings of her lusting body. Now they were fucking her together, matching strokes and lifting her higher and higher on a glittering tide of. passion with their rude tandem thrusts. She was pinned helplessly between their lurching bodies, sadistically impaled on a double-pronged cock. Their deeply skewering shafts were fucking her in a frantic rhythm that made her shudder and cry out in muffled submission as the obscene dance of lust began to swirl to a crashing finale. She just couldn't fight it any longer. The astonished young blonde found herself bouncing and writhing in naked submission between the two of them. And the lusty pleasure was overcoming any pain she had felt. She was rising higher and higher to a peak of lust that she'd only imagined before this double-pronged fuck.
With a sharp, muffled scream of desperate frenzy, Trish felt herself reaching the shrieking pinnacle of orgasm. She could no longer control the blinding thrills that swept over her body and a scream of delight tore from her throat. It was glorious and she loved this kind of new fucking. She wanted to go on and on forever and ever.
At first both Hal and Dale thought that Trish was twisting and struggling in a last desperate effort to escape their tandem fucking, but they soon found that quite the opposite was true. The frenzied young blonde was squirming and wiggling in the throes of passion. She was completely caught up in the animalish lust that consumed her. Trish loved every second of it. They had won!
"MMMMMMMM!" an anguished cry of excitement tore from Trish's throat. The double-pronged cock was thrusting hard and deeper. Pure molten excitement poured from Trish's gushing cuntal mouth and her heated cream bathed their sandwiched bodies. She was at the peak of rapture, the very edge of sexy delight, and Trish knew that any second she was going to tumble into orgasm.
"LET'S DO IT!" Hal's voice was hoarse with passion. "COME ON, DALE ... LET'S GIVE IT TO HER TOGETHER! TRISH WANTS CUM UP THE ASS AND CUM UP THE PUSSY! LET'S FILL HER UP GOOD!"
Dale released his hand from Trish's mouth and began to fuck her harder and harder. Trish heard her own voice pleading and begging for them to hurry, to fuck her harder and harder. It seemed as if a dam had burst in her body and now she couldn't get enough of this wonderful fucking.
Hal gave a mighty yelp as he felt Trish's sweltering anal walls clamp tightly around his nearly-bursting cock. There was no way that he could hold out any longer. Knowing that Allen was watching them fuck his wife was just the added kick Hal needed to plow to the very back of Trish's nether tunnel and slam his balls hard against her body. His cock was swelling and throbbing so hard he felt like he might pass out. Then he felt the sperm rush to the tip of his cock and hesitate there for a second.
"HERE IT COMES!" Hal hollered, planting his cock against the back of Trish's shuddering asstunnel. "OOOHHHH! HERE IT COMES!"
The moment Dale heard Hal's yelping cry and felt the way his cock was spurting in the depths of Trish's ravaged anal tunnel, he felt his own testicles tense and begin to pump. Then they were pumping together, alternating bursts of rich cream to fly up Trish's pussy and ass and drown her in rapid-fire bursts of male cream.
"AAAAAAAGH!" Trish screamed, unable to do anything except squeal out her delight. It felt as if a dam were bursting in her body with two cocks cumming at once. Searing blasts of heated cream were splattering and hosing her completely, filling her with the essence of their masculinity. It was all she could do to keep from fainting as her pussy throbbed again and again, her anal tunnel squeezing and sucking at Hal's exploding cock while her cunt squeezed and sucked at Dale's.
Vaguely the passionate girl heard Hal and Dale shouting as they pumped out their splattering sperm into her body at the same time, blasting and lunging like a double-barreled explosion. She gave a muffled scream and her eyes went blank with ecstasy as her shivering coral-hued pussy squeezed, speeding up the rhythm of her tightly puckered anal ring. She was emptying them, sucking and squeezing out every drop of creamy sperm as the waves of orgasm tore through her own trembling body. She was cumming and so were they, all three of them together in a wild burst of passion. There had never been anything in her life to compare to this. Trish was mad with the passion of it all.
The sound of the key in the door made Trish look up suddenly and her face paled as she heard footsteps in the hall. She made a frantic effort to rise, but Dale and Hal held her tightly, not letting her move a muscle. Her eyes widened as she saw who had come into the house and she gave a smothered cry of pure horror. It was Allen and with him were Lynne and Karen!
"Looks like fun, doesn't it?" Allen said calmly, walking over to Trish and giving her shivering nipple a tweak. "I'm sure glad you decided to act human, honey. And I must admit that this gives me some ideas."
"Wh ... wh ... what do you mean?" Trish's voice was shaky and she felt as if she were going to faint dead away. Still . . .Allen didn't seem outraged and angry, as she had been sure he would be. He looked ... well ... there was only one word for it. Her husband looked excited at seeing her with two other men!
"Two men with my wife," Allen said, giving Trish a big grin. "It makes me wonder just what two women could do with one man. How about it, Lynne? Karen? Can you think of a way we could make a threesome that sexy?"
"I've got some ideas," Lynne giggled. "And I'll bet Karen does, too. We certainly got horny watching you three through the window, Trish. I thought I'd burn up before we got in here."
"W ... w ... watching us?" Trish stuttered uneasily. "You were out there watching us?"
"We sure were!" Karen answered, giving Trish a big wink. "You looked like you were having a ball, Trish. I can hardly wait to try the same thing."
"You ... you ... you mean you're not jealous?" Trish asked, looking up at Allen. "You're not jealous at all?"
"Not this time," Allen chuckled. "I think it's about time all six of us made a pact. It seems to me the only time people get jealous is when they think they're missing out on the fun. Let's all agree to hold parties together right here and then everybody can make sure everyone has a good time."
Trish opened her mouth in surprise and then she started to laugh. It was as if all her worries had suddenly disappeared. "That's a wonderful idea, honey!" she said, nodding her head until her long blonde hair swept back and forth. "And now I don't have to worry about firing Dale. I'm so relieved that I could shout."
"You did plenty of shouting a while ago," Allen laughed. "Now it's my turn and then we'll see just what we can think up so we all have a real blast tonight."
Trish looked down at Dale and smiled happily for the first time in months. Everything was working out just perfectly. She had her foreman back and now her marriage was going to be fun. If the swinging parties turned out to be great, she might just consider letting Dale handle the whole pool cleaning business while she stayed home and thought up new exciting things to try. She'd always been afraid she'd be bored if she gave up her business, but now things had drastically changed. She had four swinging friends to make sure she wasn't bored, along with Allen, of course. And from the look on Allen's face, Trish could tell that fucking Allen was never going to be boring again!
