Chapter 5

Betty hummed as she prepared supper. She was dressed again, though only in a summer robe. She had just checked the casserole in the oven and decided to give it a few more minutes when there was a tap on the back door. When she moved the curtain to see who it was, she saw Bobby. And Russell.

She opened the door a few inches.

“I’m not decent!” she whispered.

“Good!” said Bobby, grinning widely.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“Dan called me. He said I should come over and bring Russell with me. He didn’t say why.”

It hit her like a fist in the stomach. She knew why her husband had called these two here. He’d set her up to get taken to bed.

And he’d set it up so she could have Russell, if she wanted to.

She felt the familiar sensations in her groin she usually felt when Bobby was around. Even if he was mowing her yard and she looked out the window at him she felt it. She was horny. And the only thing that could help her was if Dan went down on her ... or she got to be with Bobby.

Would she feel the same way about Russell?

“He shouldn’t have called you,” she croaked.

“You want us to leave?” Good old Bobby.

“No,” she groaned. “I just don’t know about this.”

“Something smells good,” he said, sniffing the air.

“Oh! That’s my casserole! I need to get it out of the oven!”

She turned and ran to the stove as Bobby and Russell stepped into the house. When she bent over to open the door and extract the casserole her robe rose and her naked buttocks were exposed. So was her split peach of a pussy.

“Wow,” said Russell, softly. “Why am I always glad you invited me to go somewhere?”

“Because you’re as horny as I am,” said Bobby with a grin.

Betty was fully dressed, again. She was sitting at the table with Dan at the head, as usual. What wasn’t usual was that Bobby sat on one side of her and Russell sat on the other. She felt tense, even though all they were doing was eating. There had been a little conversation, mostly about Russell and what his plans were. Then they were eating and nobody talked.

“This is really delicious,” said Russell. “Can I get another hot roll?”

“Of course,” she said. “You can have anything you want.”

She saw his face change and detected a maleness that stabbed straight into her belly. He was a man and she had said he could have whatever he wanted. She wanted to groan but the look passed and all he did was get another roll and keep eating.

Then they were finished and Bobby offered to help wash the dishes while Dan chatted further with Russell. When Dan took the boy to the living room and Bobby’s hip bumped hers, she hissed, “Why did you bring him here?”

“I told you. Dan called me and said I needed to find Russell and bring him over here.”

“I didn’t ask him to do that!” she groaned.

“You know you don’t have to do anything, Betty,” he said, calmly.

“Yes, and I know I always end up doing all kinds of things!” she snapped. “I can’t control myself when you’re around and you’re taking advantage of that!”

“If you’re talking about Russell, he just came with me as my friend. We had a really nice meal and Dan is apparently interviewing Russell, like he interviewed me. That turned out to be a good thing, did it not?”

“Don’t fish for compliments,” she growled. “You know you make me crazy.”

“Russell could make you crazy, too, if you let him,” said Bobby, softly. “I don’t know how Dan found out about him but he obviously thinks you might be interested. If he doesn’t mind then you can maybe play around a little. He loves to talk while he makes love. He’s constantly amazed that grown women, especially white women, want to talk to him.”

“I’d be too nervous to do anything,” she said. “You’d have to be there, too.”

“That’s fine with me,” said Bobby. She hadn’t expected him to agree. “We can both make you feel good and Dan can watch. He can even tell us what to do.”

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned.

He stepped behind her and reached to cup and fondle her breasts.

“I want to make love to you,” he said, softly in her ear. She shuddered and leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“You don’t play fair,” she moaned.

“I promise you’ll have a good time,” he said, pinching her nipples through her dress and bra.

Betty was torn. She was neck deep in ecstasy, and embarrassed at the same time. She was naked, on her marriage bed, and three men were making love to her. Bobby was sucking her pussy, Russell was nursing at her nipples, and Dan was kissing her ardently. Then Dan and Russell switched and she watched as Russell’s dark face fell towards hers.

“I’m really happy you’ll let me kiss you,” he said, as his face hovered over hers. “I can kiss you ... right?”

She wanted to laugh. He’d been sucking both nipples and he did it in a way that almost made her cum. He was naked and he had an erection that was even bigger than Bobby’s.

“Yes, you can kiss me,” she panted.

Then, when he did, it was just like kissing Dan, except entirely different. His lips felt different. His taste was different, and the pressure he applied to her lips was different. And yet, it was a passionate, ardent kiss that communicated to her that he was very glad he was getting to do this. He was a complete stranger, for all intents and purposes, but she wanted the kiss to go on and on.

Then they switched again and Dan was there.

“I love you so much,” she panted.

“I want to hear you cum with his dick in you. Will you do that for me?” he asked.

She knew whose dick he was talking about. If she hadn’t been already naked and being practically eaten alive she might have demurred. But she was as fired up as she’d ever been since Dan had begun letting her have the affair with Bobby. And now he wanted her to expand her affair.

“For you,” she gasped. “Only because you want it.”

“There’s my good girl,” he said, smiling. Then he kissed her and she was lost in his passion again.

She didn’t know what the signal was. She didn’t hear any words. But, suddenly, Bobby abandoned her itching pussy and Russell’s dark body was hulking over her. She looked and was amazed to see her own hand bringing his licorice stick to her pussy. She couldn’t believe it as it kissed her pussy lips and then just disappeared inside her. There was a delayed reaction and then she felt the stretching, delicious sensation of having a rock hard penis all the way inside her, pushing against the back wall of her pussy.

She heard her voice making groaning sounds and Bobby’s head appeared in front of her for a kiss. She tasted her own fluids on his lips. Somebody was rolling her nipples, squeezing them just perfectly. That had to be Dan because only he knew exactly how to squeeze them just so, with just the perfect pressure.

“Ohhh, Bobby,” she whined as Russell began to roll, fully inserted, like Bobby always did. It crushed her clit and she felt the orgasm coming. Something in her wanted to resist. She didn’t even know this boy and he was going to make her cum! She couldn’t stop it, though, and decided to welcome it instead. “I’m cumming so goood,” she moaned.

“Good,” said Bobby. “We’re going to make you cum a lot.”

Betty lay as if dead. She was so relaxed she didn’t want to move for anything. She knew her pussy was gushing pearly white semen because both Bobby and Russell had cum in her. Both of them produced more semen than Dan ever had. She felt like she’d been beaten senseless by a stuffed animal.

Russell’s face appeared over hers and she looked up at his dark eyes.

“I’m really glad I came, and I’m really glad you had a good time. I hope we can get together again some time.”

‘Of course we will,’ she thought, silently. ‘I won’t be able to control myself around you, either.’

“Yes,” was all she could manage, verbally.

He gave her a very tender, almost chaste kiss and then disappeared. Bobby’s face appeared.

“I knew you’d like Russell,” he said, with an insolent grin.

“You’re a bastard,” she muttered. “All I’ll do is spend time in bed if you two keep showing up.”

“Well, then, we’ll have to keep showing up.”

He was gone and Dan’s face appeared.

“You don’t have to get up to take care of me,” he said. “I came twice just watching them work you over. That was the best time you’ve ever given me.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” she sighed.

Then she closed her eyes and took a nap.

The only one “out” now was Sarah and her milk-producing tits. She knew about the others, of course. They couldn’t help but talk about it. Nobody pressured her to enter the world where there were two young men available to ring her bell when she needed it.

She hadn’t had as much sex as the others. She couldn’t have Bobby come to her house too often and it was a pain to take care of the children and make love at the same time. The best times she had were when she went to Julie’s or Betty’s and they took care of the children while she spent amazing time with Bobby’s prick deep inside her and his mouth pulling milk from her breasts. When that happened she felt like a queen.

Even now, at their weekly card party, the rest of the girls were helping her take care of Reggie and Emily. To be honest Reggie was a lot of help. When Emily staggered around he was always with her and if she fell he helped her get back up. It wouldn’t be long before Reggie was going to preschool and all she’d have at home was Emily. Emily was good about taking naps. She could have Bobby over while Emily took a nap. That wasn’t nearly as long as Bobby could go, but she’d be able to snatch two or three orgasms and feel the hot offering she loved to feel as he grunted softly while he came.

Her reverie was broken by Julie saying, “I’m sorry, but I think Russell is better than Bobby.”

“I have to disagree,” said Trudy. “He’s good, but Bobby can go longer.”

“Russell is longer,” said Betty. “I can actually feel him stretching my cervix when he pushes deep.”

“How can you tell?” asked Cathy. “I feel him pushing against the end of my tunnel, but I don’t feel anything special.”

“It’s because I had a child,” said Betty. “Once you’ve pushed an infant through your cervix you’ll know instantly when something touches it in the future.”

“She’s right,” said Sarah, happy to be back in the conversation. “One of the things Bobby does that I love so much is touch my cervix with his finger. He rubs in a circle around the mouth and it makes me want to howl.”

“I wonder if that’s what I’m feeling when he bends me in half and goes straight down into me,” mused Julie. “He stretches the crap out of me when he does that.”

“Listen to us,” said Cathy. “It’s pornographic when we get together these days. All we talk about is getting laid by Bobby or Russell.”

“Well, getting laid by either of them is the pinnacle of my day,” said Julie. “I’d have one of them every day if I could figure out how to make that work. My neighbors would be very suspicious if I had a handsome young man come and stay for two hours each day.”

“I want to get back to what Betty was describing,” said Cathy. “I can’t imagine having both of them there ... touching me. I go almost crazy when only one is there.”

“I didn’t plan it,” said Betty. “I wouldn’t have planned it. My husband ambushed me.”

“I wish I had a husband like that,” said Trudy.

“Amen, sister,” Cathy echoed.

“There’s something else I think we need to discuss,” said Betty.

“What?” asked Sarah.

“Trudy? Cathy? Is there anything you want to share?” Betty’s voice was calm.

“No,” said Cathy, her voice a low growl. “We came to you in private. It was supposed to stay private.”

“You wouldn’t have been able to keep it private in about December or January,” said Betty. “We discuss everything and it has served us well in the past.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Julie. “What does December and January have to do with anything?”

“Oh, all right!” snapped Trudy. “Like you said, we won’t be able to keep it a secret, sooner or later.”

“What?!” yipped Julie, impatiently.

“We want to get pregnant,” said Cathy. Her voice was dignified.

“Pregnant? How?”

“I think you know how a woman gets pregnant,” said Cathy.

“Of course I do,” said Julie. “But how would you do it? Neither of your husbands would consent to that.”

“We’re counting on that,” said Trudy. “If we get pregnant they’ll divorce us. We’ll be free.”

“We want to move in together as roommates and raise our babies together,” said Cathy.

“Wow!” said Sarah. “You mean you’ll let Bobby get you pregnant.”

“Or Russell,” said Trudy, carelessly. “At this point I don’t care which one it is. Both are excellent candidates to be sperm donors.”

“Okay, this is nuts,” gasped Julie. “You can’t just get pregnant and then divorce your husbands and live happily ever after. It just doesn’t work that way!”

“I don’t see why not,” said Cathy. “We have the financial means if we live together. We’ll be able to help each other if we live together. I expect to live very happily ever after.”

“But what about the father? Bobby and Russell are both going off to college in a year. What if this makes them want to stay?”

“We won’t let them do that,” said Cathy. “We haven’t talked to them, yet, but we will. If either of them doesn’t want to do it then fine.”

“What if they both object?” said Julie.

“I hope that doesn’t happen,” said Trudy.

“So you guys want to have babies, like the ones running around in this house right now.”

“Yes. Your children are so precious. I want to have a precious baby, too.”

“At least you won’t have a husband around complaining that your breasts are gross,” said Sarah. “It almost makes me want to have another one so my breasts keep producing.”

“I thought you were going to nurse Emily until she was four, like Reggie.”

“I am. Or at least I think I am. Reggie loves to suck and I’m going to have a hard time weaning him.”

“How does that work, exactly?” asked Cathy. “I mean I can see you with Emily on your lap, but Reggie’s too big for that, isn’t he?”

“Want to see?” asked Sarah. “If you’re going to have babies you need to know some things.”

“Really?” Cathy’s voice rose.

“Sure,” said Sarah. “You may as well see what makes my husband want to puke.”

The women waited as Sarah called out, “Reggie, Honey, do you want a little snack from Mommy’s booby?”

“Uh huh!” the little boy yipped and came running.

Sarah spread her legs so he could come between them and lifted up her shirt. Her bra opened in the front and she expertly flipped it, baring her breasts. Reggie reached for one and held it almost like a glass. Then he latched on and contentedly gulped, simply standing in front of his mother while he sucked from her breast. The others watched, a little awed, because it looked so domestic, so natural, and yet so odd to see a four-year-old boy sucking milk from a breast. His eyes ranged around and he even turned a little as he looked curiously at the women who were looking curiously at him. When he turned almost ninety degrees Cathy moaned as Sarah’s breast was pulled. Even then the nipple didn’t pop out of his mouth.