Chapter 8

Her voice slow and easy, Regina described her first marital misstep to her husband, gently massaging his erect prick as she did so. After two recent ejaculations, he would not come again soon, if any more that night, but she could make it pleasantly erotic for him.

"It was a shock, really--feeling his prick enter my pussy for the first time. He's a little bigger than you, dear, as you'll see very soon. That didn't make much difference, though; what did, was the knowledge that he was actually fucking me, that another man's cock besides yours was really in my pussy. I almost came with the very first stroke."

His lips closed over one of her nipples, and around it Bill asked, "Did he kiss you a lot first, feel your snatch and play with your tits?"

"Yes, darling. And we fucked quickly, I think. I know it didn't seem to last long enough, and then--Chuck taught me how to go down on him."

His voice was a mumble "You sucked him off? What--how did you handle the--I mean--"

She stroked his prick, fondled his head. "Did I swallow his come, you mean? Yes, I did. I swallowed every hot, thick drop of Chuck's semen, darling."

He shuddered against her and his mouth pulled hard on her nipple. She continued to tell the story, describing in vivid detail every move, every word and response of her first sexual encounter with her husband's best friend. As she talked, he got more and more excited, and so she simply rolled him over onto his back and mounted him.

"There, dear--isn't that better? You can keep your prick in here where Chuck had his twice tonight? Did I tell you that he fucked me on the kitchen table, that I wrapped my legs around him while he rammed that big meat pole up my cunt? It was after that, we sneaked back over to their house and saw Stella riding you like a horse. Well, almost--she was bouncing up and down on your prick, though."

He thrust up into her, his prick delightfully stiff now, and she said, "Do you feel anything different inside my cunt? It should be a lot more slippery, what with Chuck's semen in there. Two loads of his creamy juice, he left in me. It's still there, isn't it--except for the little bit that leaked out on my legs?"

Bill moaned in answer, and worked his prick around in her wet vagina, stroking and wiggling it, backing it down and punching it up with force.

"You really like that," Regina continued. "You're really hot, feeling his come in there on your prick. You'd like to fuck me right after he does, to feel it fresh and bubbling."

"Regina--you bitch--you hot-assed bitch!"

She ground sensuously upon his shaft. "Or maybe, you'd dig it better to help him fuck your wife. How about if he screws me and then you get between my legs, and then Chuck goes around to where he can put his cock into my mouth? Would you enjoy that, darling?"

Moaning and panting, he clamped his hands viciously into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks and fucked her harder. She luxuriated in her new mastery of him, in this new and most intimate knowledge of a side of her husband he had never before exposed. It was fun, riding him, holding him down, pinning him into place with her strong thighs.

She took one of his hands, drew it back from her haunch and guided it to the cleft of her steamy ass. "Here, Bill--use your pinkie--feel the little ring? Yes--oh yes, right there, baby. That's what Chuck did to me once--shoved the end of his finger in there while he was fucking me, and it made me come that much wilder."

He pushed brutally, and his dry finger hurt her as it shoved into her asshole, but she held herself from flinching, and wiggled her ass until her natural inner lubrication eased the pressure. It felt good to her then; it felt very good.

"We can do it," she said. "We can do anything we want to do- -maybe you can stick your meat into Stella, right after her own husband has screwed her, or put it in my mouth while Chuck screws me--anything."

"UHHH!" he grunted loudly. "Uhhh--Regina--oh, shake that hot pussy, you passionate bitch. Rub it all over my prick--all that slippery juice from his cock--"

She rocked in rhythm upon his jerking shaft, feeling the squirt of his come, the lesser explosion that was all the more precious to her because it had been nearly impossible to precipitate.

"Come, darling," she soothed. "Come in mama's pussy, right in on top of the other man's semen. Mix it all up, darling--that's right--oh, Bill, you're sweet and wonderful--"

And before she knew it, she was reaching her own orgasm, talked into it by her own sexy voice and the things she had been saying all this time. She was also worked into coming by the intense and erotic penetration of her husband's cock.

Bending in the middle, she collapsed, dropped her tits forward and pillowed them upon his face. His finger slipped out of her asshole, and she only dimly remembered when he had put it in there. She was heavy upon him, and that worried her, so she carefully lifted off his quickly softening prick and dropped bonelessly to one side, her arm across his belly.

When she could talk again, she said, "That was wonderful, Bill. That was freaky and crazy and thrilling, and I adored every voluptuous second of it. How about you?"

"Terrific," he sighed. "Who would ever have believed that I could get my balls off three times in one night? And every time I came, it was like the first time--big and heavy. I don't know what the hell to say, Regina. I guess we're both learning something about the other guy, after all these years we've been married."

"We are," she agreed, "and that part of it is wonderful, too. We're being honest and not hiding anything. We're just finding that love doesn't mean owning each other, that it can mean giving the other guy free rein to be happy, to have all the fun out of life he can get. And since that seems to also mean that we want to fuck other people, why not? Why the hell not, Bill?"

He said slowly, "I'm not arguing. I'll admit now that I'm damned glad you and Chuck started fucking. Not only for your happiness, but because you felt you had to set me up with Stella. I've been dreaming about getting into that sweet, hot little ass for many years--ever since we've known the Bakers, but I never had the nerve to try, and probably never would have."

"Good," she said. "I felt the same way about Chuck. And I think we can all swing together, sharing and fucking and getting it on in any way we like. We're really going to have a ball, Bill. It's going to be magnificent."

He turned over and they kissed. Bill said, "I know it will, and I'm excited as hell about it. But right now, I'm about to pass out. Good night, Regina."

"Good night," she murmured, and almost immediately heard the deepening of his breath as he began to fall asleep. He was tired, she realized, drained of semen and strength, and she wasn't too far behind him.

Turning over, snuggling her ass into his pelvis as she often did when they were going to sleep, she thought that her kids weren't even home yet, that they had screwed away the night early. The adults had screwed, not the kids.

Or had they? Carey Baker had almost a constant hard-on, and Monica Abbott was a cute girl, a little older than Carey, and very sexy looking. That was weird, Regina thought; she'd never before classified her daughter as sexy. Pretty, vivacious, girlishly appealing, yes--but never sexy. Yet she had to say now that Monica was just that, with high, firm tits and a saucy little ass that swung alluringly when she walked.

Carey wouldn't miss an opportunity to get into that, if he possibly could. Unless he was only turned on by older women. Nonsense; cunt was cunt to a horny boy like that. Monica could probably take care of herself; kids were pretty smart these days.

Besides, the four of them were together, and there was protection in numbers. Maybe. There had been four people over at the Bakers tonight, and look what happened. Four young, sexy and good-looking kids could do worse. What was she fretting about, anyway? What was sauce for the geese could be juice for the goslings, if it came to that.