Chapter 10

It wasn't until she was stripped nude and centered on the bed that Arlene thought to ask, "Will Barbara be home soon?"

Sam discarded his T-shirt, the last item of clothing separating him from nudity. Then, his erection pointing out stiffly from his black- haired groin, he stepped toward the bed, knelt on the edge of the mattress, then crawled between her open thighs.

"I don't know," he said in answer to her question.

"You certainly don't sound too concerned about it," she said.

He placed one hand beneath each of her thighs, raising her legs slightly. Then he pushed down on his cock, aligning it with her wet-and- ready pussy.

"If we get caught, we get caught," he said in his most charming manner. "What's to worry about?"

Just then the tip of his penis touched the puffed-out lips of her vagina, and she sighed in hot excitement. She no longer worried about whether or not Barbara might come home. She cared only about getting fucked. And, for once in her life, she wasn't trying to con herself into believing something different.

To assist him, she reached for her cunt with both hands and spread her dampened vulva. His cock slid about an inch inside.

"God, do it, fuck me!" she whispered.

"You're very beautiful," he praised, keeping his penis in a fixed position, not driving it in any deeper.

His inaction was tormenting her. She didn't want to be slowly aroused, she simply wanted to get the hell fucked out of her. She started making whorish rotations with her pelvis, arching up and skewering herself on his penis.

If he wouldn't take the initiative, she would.

"Oh, Jesus, Sam!" she groaned, feeling his cock enter the deepest parts of her pussy.

He knew what she wanted now, and he began to fuck her wildly. He collapsed upon her, letting his full weight mash her against the mattress. Her aroused nipples rubbed against his perspiring chest as he took up her rhythm. Back and forth they rocked. She drew her knees up, then lifted her feet completely off the bed. She waved her feet in the air while their bodies grew accustomed to each other's hot strokes. Then she bowed her legs outward and dug her heels into his muscular buttocks. Her hands still rested on each side of her vagina, mashed between her grinding pelvis and his, her palms pressed against her hot inner thighs, her knuckles digging into his groin. She could feel his tight balls rubbing against her fingers, and the slickly coated staff of his erection brushed her fingernails each time he withdrew.

His lips covered hers, and she opened her mouth wide to receive his tongue. They groaned loudly, their lips sucking.

It was too good. She was going insane.

"God, I think... I think... Oh, God, yes, I'm going to come!" she screamed. "I'm coming!"

"So you are," said a calm feminine voice.

Arlene pitched wildly beneath Sam's heaving body. She pounded his buttocks with her heels. She slipped her hands to the top of her vagina and touched her triggering clitoris. She was dimly aware of the intruder, and she knew it was Barbara standing beside the bed, but she didn't stop fucking.

Obviously embarrassed, but too aroused to stop, Sam kept pumping into the gasping, quivering, climaxing woman beneath him. "Jesus Christ!" he grunted. "Don't stand there watching!" he told his bemused wife.

Barbara had always suspected her husband played around, and it had never bothered her. She hardly had a legitimate gripe since she had been screwing around for years. But this was the first time she'd ever caught him in the act, and despite Sam's insistence that she not watch, she stood there frozen, excitement building up between her legs.

Arlene couldn't contain her lust. She knew her legs were jerking about obscenely and that Barbara was watching, but her climax continued.

Neither could she prevent the words that seemed to seep from her lips of their own volition. "Fuck it, Sam! I'm still coming! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

Sam suddenly pumped his load of sperm into the quaking woman. It escaped from the tip of his cock in jetting spurts, washing her womb.

While this twisting activity continued, Barbara could not resist bending over and cupping her husband's balls in her hand. She let her thumb touch his anus and felt his convulsions registered there.

Sam and Arlene finally finished their orgasms. Their muscles relaxed, and they lay limply entwined in each other's arms, panting and perspiring in the exhausted aftermath of a perfect fuck. Only when their senses began returning did they realize that Barbara was now naked and on the bed beside them.

When, a few minutes later, Barbara started touching Arlene's breasts, Arlene made no move to defend herself. Strangely, this new sensation seemed to her like a natural extension of her sexuality. Although she felt somewhat apprehensive, she was not disgusted. Yesterday she might have been repulsed. But not today. Everything seemed so different now; she had resolved something within herself, and she was happy.

"Just relax," Barbara said. Her mouth fastened itself to Arlene's nearest breast, her tongue making swift circles around the aureole and washing the tight nipple.

Arlene began to squirm. She was flat on her back, Barbara lying beside her but a little lower on the bed. A foot away Sam watched intently as his wife sucked his neighbor's tit.