Chapter 18

The trip back had been uneventful, although Laura was a little withdrawn. After picking up the Expedition in Boulder, they started their drive home. She glanced at Jeff before leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Thanks for making love to me. I’ve dreamed of you doing that for a long time.”

Jeff grinned. “I doubt that it would be called that. Probably fucking would be more in line with what I did to you.” When Laura said nothing, he continued, “However, I did it with love, if that makes any sense.” After looking to his left and waiting for a moment for traffic to go by, he pulled onto the highway. “And I should thank you instead,” he finished as he winked at her.

Laura realized that she was blushing despite herself. After sitting quietly for a minute, “Diana tells me you have a cigarette fetish.”

The non sequitur startled him for a moment. Damn. No wonder Arlene tells everything. She takes it from her mother.

“Look, Baby, I don’t have a fetish unless it’s watching a good-looking woman walk around in high heels. Then again, most men seem to like that. And I’ve never heard it called a fetish. It forces a woman to stand up straight, push her breasts out and strut a little. It also makes the calves of her legs stand out more. Hell, I don’t know what it is, but almost every model walking down a runway will have on a pair of heels. The woman just looks sexier. Some women’s liberation groups claim that it belittles a woman, but it doesn’t belittle them to me. Your wearing those heels surely looked good from where I was last night.”

Laura smirked at him as he continued, “Now back to this so-called fetish that I’m supposed to have. Jack was the one that started this ... whatever it is. Diana has smoked for years, and I probably thought she looked sexy when she did, but other than that, I didn’t pay much attention. Diana tells me she saw Jack fucking Arlene with her standing against the picnic table in our backyard in Georgia. Arlene had snitched one of Diana’s Virginia Slims 120’s and was prissing around with it – actually holding it in her mouth while Jack fucked her. Obviously, Diana told you everything that happened with Jack, and my holding things inside drove me nuts, so I’m going to talk about this.”

Laura interrupted. “Jeff, Diana did tell me. We’ve told each other everything since I can remember. You don’t have to tell me anything. I shouldn’t have even brought up the fetish.”

“I don’t have a fetish.” Laura grinned, but Jeff didn’t notice. “To get back to where I was, as you know, I came in and watched, and recorded, Jack fucking Diana in our old playroom. Diana was messing around with a cigarette while wearing nothing but a pair of heels. Arlene was doing about the same thing – minus the heels. Then when Jack fucked Diana...” There was a long pause, then just as Laura started to say something, Jeff continued. “I’m glad I kicked that son-of-a-bitch’s ass.”

After another pause, Jeff said, “Jack told her to hold the cigarette in her mouth and look sexy as he fucked her. I guess it did look a bit sexy, but at the time, I was devastated by watching my wife fuck someone else ... but I had to find out what was going on. I guess I never told Diana,” he said, almost in a whisper, “but I barely made it outside before I threw up. Not killing Jack was one of the hardest things I have ever done.”

“Not to say anything about burning his house down,” Laura said, smirking a little.

“Shit, Laura. Never mention that to anyone. I’ll wind up in jail for sure. Besides, I didn’t burn his house down for revenge.” At Laura’s exclamation, he said, “I actually didn’t. I burned it down to get rid of any pictures he might have on his computer or hidden in his house. Looking back on it, I wish he could have seen the thing go up.

“I admit that watching Diana and Arlene smoke, or strut around, sure beats what I see with a lot of women. It seems to me that since all the adverse publicity about smoking, most women who still smoke don’t make an effort to look feminine when they do. I heard a guy once say most of them smoke like truck drivers.”

Laura giggled. “I think I understand what you mean, but describe it to me.”

“Well, there are some things that just look nasty to me. A cigarette hanging out of a woman’s mouth with a long ash on it is one thing. I once saw a woman hold a cigarette in her teeth when she lit it. I don’t know how to describe it, but some women look like men do smoking. They do nothing that looks feminine; hell, they might as well be smoking a cigar or chewing tobacco. Some few others make a production out of lighting a cigarette. That’s what Diana was doing when she and Jack were in the basement to start with. I guess it’s more the mood of the thing than the actual thing itself – if that makes any sense.”

After glancing at her before returning his eyes to the road, he continued. “I met this woman a few years ago that, if you looked at each part of her separately, she would be nothing spectacular; she might even be less than pretty. Her eyes were a little too wide apart, her nose was a little too long, and so forth, but she thought she was sexy. And taken as a whole, she was. But, her attitude had a lot to do with it. I watched her strut into a busy restaurant, and I swear, not a man there could take his eyes off her. I think that some women tend to project a sexy attitude when they smoke, while others are disgusting when they do it. I suppose that’s about the best I can describe it. The way Diana and Arlene do it, it emphasizes their haughtiness or prissy attitudes and it just plain looks sexy.”

“You have a cigarette fetish,” Laura said with a chuckle.

Ah, shit.

A little later, she told him to pull into a service station/convenience store. “I’ll be right back. That coffee got to me,” she threw back over her shoulder as she hurried inside.

A few minutes later, as they pulled back onto the road, she opened a pack of Virginia Slims 120’s, delicately lit the cigarette, pursed her mouth and blew the smoke toward the window.

Ah, shit.

By the time they turned into the drive, Laura’s mood had deteriorated, however. “I hope Diana hasn’t changed her mind about what we did, or rather, what she told us to do.” Jeff looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Ah, you know what I mean,” she finished, lamely.

“You’re afraid that she is going to kick your ass for fucking her husband,” Jeff said, deadpan.

“Ah, crap, Jeff. I was nervous enough without you putting it that way.”

As they pulled into the back and stopped, Jeff glanced at her. “I’ll admit that I’ve been known to mix up Diana’s yeses and nos on occasion, but I think she meant yes this time.”

“Gee, Jeff. That straightened things out for me,” she sarcastically said as she got out of the Expedition and started around to pick up her bag. As Jeff opened the back, “I’m half expecting to meet her at that door,” she said, nodding at the house, “with tears streaming down her face.”

By that time, Jeff wasn’t as sure as he had been earlier. He shrugged, flinched inwardly, pulled his case out and started for the house.

She was not at the door, and it took them several minutes to find her. When they did, she didn’t seem too depressed. Everyone was in the hot tub having a ball, laughing and cutting up. There weren’t any clothes on the deck, let alone being worn by anyone. Jeff had never seen so many jiggling titties at one time in his life.

Diana jumped out and ran over to Jeff, splashing water everywhere, deliberately adding as much bounce to her breasts as she could. She hugged him and kissed him hard. Turning to Laura, laughing, “Get your clothes off, Hussy, and join the fun,” she said, kissing her on the cheek. “Come join the rest of the harem.”

Jeff started to turn away and go back inside to let the girls play. Diana grabbed him and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Come on; don’t be a spoilsport.”

“Spoilsport? Diana. Jennie and Melissa are in there,” he said, trying to be reasonable, “I can’t get in that tub with those girls.”

By now, Diana had his shirt off and was working on his tee shirt. His pants soon fell around his feet. “Baby,” he hissed, “‘Mr. Dick’, as you call him, will stand up in about ten seconds flat. Then you will be pissed. I’m going back inside.” He tried to pull his pants back up, but Diana yanked his shorts down to the accompaniment of catcalls from the hot tub. Stooping, she pulled his pants and shorts to his ankles. It was step out of his clothing or fall on his face. He shrugged out of his shoes before stepping out of his clothes, and Diana soon had his socks off.

Understanding how to handle him, she led him to the tub with his dick. He was right, though. It was sticking out like a steel bar before he made it to the tank.

When Diana noticed that Laura was still standing back, fully clothed, Diana told Arlene, grinning, “Here, take this and see that it doesn’t run away,” handing Jeff’s dick off as a runner would a baton. Diana turned back to Laura, while Arlene diligently obeyed her mother, steering Jeff into the tub, striving to keep her expression serious while desperately trying not to giggle. Melissa, Jennie, and Ann shrieked, jumped up and down, and generally did everything they could to embarrass Jeff.

After grabbing Laura by the hand, Diana dragged her to the tub and splashed her top with water. Laughing, “Now, you’re all wet, so you have to get out of those clothes.” Adding action to words, she pulled Laura’s pants down, then her panties.

Laura gave up and stepped out of her heels, then her pants and panties. As she pulled the top over her head, Diana pushed Laura’s hose down and off her feet, noticing Laura’s swollen nether lips while doing so. “Ooh, I’ll bet that stings,” she teased, then standing, she quickly unhooked her friend’s bra, as only a woman can. Laura’s breasts popped out and bounced, her nipples dark red, almost purple.

“Looks like he really had himself some fun,” she said while eying Laura’s swollen nipples and the blush that was fast turning her face and upper chest crimson. Diana turned toward her husband as shrieks announced a gaggle of girls swarming him.

Laura put her hand on Diana’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? You guys have given me a job and a home. I don’t want to screw things up ... if I haven’t already...”

Diana kissed Laura hard on the mouth, crushing their breasts together. Breaking instantly away, she half giggled, half laughed. “I’m happier than I can ever remember being. We’ll talk later if it will make you feel any better. But I was dead serious when I welcomed you to the harem. Now quit being a prude, and let’s rescue our husband before those girls have sperm floating everywhere. I love it in my mouth or my pussy, but I don’t want it in my bath water. Ugh.”

As Diana and Laura stepped into the tub, Ann jumped out and took off for the sliding doors to the house proper. “I’ll be right back,” she yelled over her shoulder. As she yanked on the door, her wet feet almost slid from under her, but she recovered and didn’t slow down as she rushed inside.

When she returned, Jeff was sitting on the seat with his back against the inside of the tub. Arlene was sitting in his lap, kissing him with Jennie and Melissa on either side, pushing their breasts against the side of his head, obviously hoping he would turn a little and suck their nipples. Ann tossed a tube of lubricant on the deck, and with her pussy lips shining, stepped back into the water.

Next to Arlene, Ann quietly, but with emphasis, said, “My time.”

Arlene reluctantly broke the kiss with her dad, looked at Ann and grinned. “You sure you’re ready?”

At her stock answer: “I’ve been ready since I was thirteen,” Arlene slid out of the way, and Ann, without further ado, straddled Jeff, grabbed his cock, and positioned it at her slick hole. Taking Jeff’s head with both hands, she fiercely kissed him. As soon as their mouths locked, she sat down as hard as she could. Jeff barely got his hands under her ass to cushion her descent before his dick slid up her greased hole and hit her cervix. She screamed into his mouth, causing everyone to laugh.

“Well, I guess he’s in,” Jennie said, wistfully.

“Jeff,” Diana teased, “if you fuck that girl unconscious, you’re the one that is going to have to carry her into the house.”

As Jeff tried to look at his wife, Ann broke the kiss, and still holding the back of his head with one hand, and with the other hand guiding her right breast, she shoved a nipple into his mouth. If she were still sore, she didn’t show it. Her hips rocked back and forth at a furious pace, interspersed with an occasional up and down motion, screaming with each orgasm. After the fifth one, she slumped against his chest, grinning like a Cheshire cat, her chest heaving from the exertion, her eyes hooded.

“You live here now, Sweetie. You don’t have to get it all at one time,” Diana teased as she reached under Ann’s shoulders from behind and lifted her, accompanied by a weak grumbling from the teenager. Taking Ann’s place on Jeff’s lap, Diana kissed her husband and guided his dick to her pussy. She wasn’t as lubed as Ann was, but she had been diligently doing her Kegel exercises and also squeezing a small dildo that she had bought for that purpose. Between the tightening of her pussy and the water’s effect, Jeff’s dick felt like it was going up a virgin as she tried to sit down. Sticking her titty into his mouth as Ann had, and moving slightly up and down, soon got her lubrication going, and she settled onto him until her cervix pressed tightly against the head of his dick.

They both grunted when his penis hit bottom.

Something is going on that I don’t know about. Sticking my dick up Diana’s pussy is like sticking it into a vice, Jeff thought. Looks as if she is worried about a little competition, even though she instigated it herself. She never could squeeze that hard before, if that’s what she’s doing. Whatever it is, I love it.

She slowly rotated her ass as she squeezed and released with her pussy muscles, savoring his big cock being back home where it belonged.

After licking and sucking lightly on her nipple for a while, he changed and stripped it gently with his teeth, causing milk to spurt. She came, big time, as Arlene would say. Diana realized that she was as frantic to have his cock as Ann had been. Knowing that Jeff had fucked Ann, and her mother, since his cock had been inside her (Diana), had a lot to do with it, she guessed. I don’t mind sharing, but this load is going up my pussy. She hardly had the thought when Jeff thrust hard into her several times, then groaning deep in his throat, his cock throbbing, sent the first geyser of semen to cascade against her womb.

Diana came again – hard. The world seemed to sway around her as his cock pulsed three more times, sending warmth up her and a feeling that seemed to radiate throughout her body. She slumped against him, gasping as he whispered into her ear, “I love you.”

She smiled and nuzzled his neck, as the world seemed to materialize. Everyone, including Laura, was clapping. Somehow, that embarrassed her, although she had not even stopped to think about fucking her husband in front of an audience. Well, I guess I just proved that I’m a slut. But who cares? I can feel his come inside me, and I’ve gotten used to that feeling every night. I wasn’t going any longer without it. Besides, I’m number one in this pecking order. Ann did beat me to him, but I got his load. I’m going to sit here and let that big cock soak inside me.

As she snuggled with her husband, feeling his cock limbering in her pussy, Jeff whispered into her ear. “What am I going to do with those two over there? There’s no way I’m going to fuck them. It seems like I would be betraying their fathers. I know they aren’t married, but it just isn’t right. They’re obviously expecting me to fuck them, though. What are we going to do? I should never have gotten into this tub,” Jeff finished, pretending to kiss his wife’s neck as he whispered.

“Oh, Jeff, crap. I just got so excited. And yes, they know that you fucked Laura, too – and that makes it everyone but them.” She kissed him for a moment before whispering into his ear. “I guess I screwed up. But I didn’t expect Ann to attack you like that.” She thought for a moment, then giggling, said, “I guess the only way out is for you to lick their pussies. That way, they will be satisfied, and you still won’t have fucked them.”

Jeff glanced at the girls, “That isn’t much better. What if their fathers still find out? Shit, I don’t want them mad at me. And I promised to take care of their girls.”

Diana smiled at him. “Darling, you will be taking care of them. They’re going to be hurt if you don’t do something, not to mention walking around horny as heck.”

“Diana, I can’t keep fucking every woman in the world. I love you, and you’re my wife. I keep expecting you to have a come apart about all this.”

“Come, maybe. Not come apart,” she whispered back, rocking gently while massaging his now stiffening cock with her pussy. “And you won’t be fucking them – well, not with your cock, anyway.”

As Jeff started to reply, Laura tapped Diana on the shoulder with a fingertip, breaking into their whispered conversation. “When you stand up, you better use this if you don’t want that white foamy stuff floating in the water like you said,” as she handed Diana a washcloth.