Chapter 11

The long month was nearly over. Tomorrow Hal would be released from prison. Arlene wondered if he would notice the change in her. She awaited the next day with growing excitement. She loved her husband, and she could make him understand that life didn't need to be a phony masquerade of social propriety. If their love was strong, they didn't need to be continually jealous and possessive. She'd had long conversations with her daughter these last few days, conversations which had made her feel closer to her children than she ever dreamed possible. She no longer felt ashamed of her sexuality - that was probably the biggest change. She was a sexual creature. Not a slut or a tramp, but a woman with normal sexual drives who needed to express them. She was alike in this respect with her daughter and with Barbara next door and with her friends Madge and Karen. She was more tolerant, more loving - and she liked herself better. Arlene felt she had more to offer Hal now than she had before his arrest. She had so much to give.

She would help him. He'd get another job, and maybe she'd work, too. They'd move somewhere - to the country, maybe. Judy and Bill would be off to college in two years and... the prospects seemed wonderful to her.

It was late afternoon. Arlene was on the bed naked and four teen- age boys were nearby, two standing on each side of the mattress. They, too, were nude.

Ralph was one of the boys. The other three were members of the same baseball team. Earlier that afternoon, Bill had invited a dozen members of the team to the house for hamburgers and Cokes. Judy and Arlene had done the serving. Ralph had asked if he could see her afterward, and she'd told him yes. Yes! She'd been dying to get into bed with him again ever since that first time. The boy had asked if he could bring some friends along. Arlene had balked at that idea. But then, after Ralph had sworn that the others would all be discreet, she'd relented. The idea of having several boys in the same bed with her was fantastically arousing, and since this was the last day before Hal's release from jail, she thought she should allow herself this one wild fling. Bill and Judy had left to visit a friend.

"What do you want to do first, Mrs. French?" Ralph asked, his erection held in his hand. His was clearly the biggest of the four cocks.

She fitted her hands behind her head and bowed her legs outward in a gesture of submission. She began to roll rhythmically from side to side, her eyes dancing around the bed to watch them fondling their penises. She noted with mild disappointment that one of the cocks was only partially erect. It belonged to a small boy named Alan who seemed very shy and ill-at-ease. It was because of this that Arlene had taken a special liking to him.

"Come here, Alan," she whispered.

The young boy froze while the other three and Arlene looked at him. He was at least a year younger than the other boys - fifteen, she guessed. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes that turned Arlene on.

"Get on the bed, Al!" a stocky youth named Tex urged. "She wants you first. You're real lucky!"

Alan made a jerking movement as if trying to lean onto the bed. Then he changed his mind and stood rigidly, his hand hooked around his limp cock. His face became flushed.

"I can't," he sobbed, trying to fight back real tears.

Arlene felt filled with compassion. "All right, later then," she said. "Just watch. Ralph, get on the bed with me, I'm so hot!"

About thirty seconds later, Ralph's man-size cock was stuffed into Arlene's hotly aroused vagina. She was bucking wildly, almost throwing him off her. Every few seconds, her eyes fixed on Alan standing beside the bed. She wanted to see if her hot movements were exciting him. Sadly, his cock still was only half erect.

Arlene threw her arms around Ralph's shoulders. She locked her heels into the backs of his thighs. She fucked. She fucked more strenuously than ever before, and the perspiration poured off her like rain.

"Jesus, Mrs. French!" Ralph grunted. "You're going too wild. I can't... keep up... with you!"

Despite his cry, she kept her constant, chaotic pace. He gripped her waist cruelly in an effort to hold on. He flexed his buttocks in an attempt to prevent an ejaculation.

Tex and a tall youth named Bob were masturbating unabashedly. Their excited comments of, "Look at her fuck!" and, "Shit, she's going out of her head! Shit, she's a fucking tornado!" were almost unheard by the gasping, wheezing woman.

She noticed that Alan's hand was no longer on his penis. His arms hung limply at his side; his cock hung limply, also. Poor baby! Arlene thought. She'd tend to him later. Right now, her lust was blazing. Her clitoris was being excited by her pelvis mashing against Ralph. Her cunt lips were sucking hard at the bulky staff of Ralph's erection. She wanted to come... she would come any second.

She no longer felt concern for Alan. She felt only the fiery need within herself. The sweat flowed from Ralph onto her. He struggled to match her pace but failed. She was just too fucking wild.

"Fuck!" she cried, this single word uttered over and over with greater and greater intensity as her passion began to peak.

The slippery sounds from the two masturbating boys thrilled her. Suddenly Tex knelt onto the mattress, and said, "Touch it! Jack me off, I'm going to come!"

Arlene knew the lad was on the verge of ejaculation, and she removed a hand from Ralph's shoulder and fumbled for the prick beside her. She rubbed back and forth briskly, taking up the same rhythm Tex had used on himself. The foreskin slid in her palm, the gooey lubricant wetting her hand.