It was a week later that he lay in bed with Mary, both of them watching a talk program on television. It was boring nonsense, so he got up and shut off the set. Returning to the bed, he stared at his red-haired, big-titted wife – most of her bosom was bare – and knew the same feeling he had had several times before – guilt. There was, he knew only one thing to do – tell Mary about it and get it off his chest. She was a broad-minded woman and he knew she would not be upset by his revelation; she simply wasn't the type.
"Mary," he said, crawling in beside her, "I have something to tell you."
"All right, honey. Tell me." She leaned over and kissed him. "But if it's about you having that orgy instead of sticking to our original swap agreement, forget it. Cindy and her friend Rose have already told me all about it."
"They have?" He was astonished. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was waiting to see if you wanted to tell me."
He shook his head and grinned. "Sounds like female psychology stuff to me, darling. And here I've been fretting about it for days, wondering if I should tell…"
She kissed his mouth, shutting off his words, then moved away. "Honey, you should know by now that you need never explain. I'm your wife… I love you, Pete. Don't you know that yet?"
He nodded. "Yes, of course I do. And I love you."
"You know something, honey," she said, "you've never asked me where I was with Mark that night. Why haven't you?"
"I figured you'd tell me if and when you wanted to."
She reached under the sheet and grabbed his prick. His cock was soft but under her ministrations became rapidly rigid. "I love the feel of your big cock in my hand, honey. It's so reassuring."
Pete grinned. "A nice way to put it," he commented. "Tell me more about what's happened."
"Oh… about that night? Well, Mark took me to a woman's house, and this woman and I indulged in a lot of passionate lovemaking while Mark watched. There now. See? I'm not ashamed to tell you I sucked a cunt, so why would you have been ashamed to tell me about your orgy?"
"I guess you're more honest than I," he said. "Tell me. How did you, er, like it, going down on a female?"
Mary shrugged. "I can take it or leave it alone, no pun meant."
Pete smiled. "And Rose. Do you know about her?"
"Know about her what?" Mary asked, giving his now stiffened prick a gentle, loving yank.
"Did you know she has a weakness for getting fucked by dogs?"
Mary let go of his cock as her green eyes became very large. "Really? No kidding? Wow! What a hot one she must be. I don't know her very well, honey, most of what I know I heard from Cindy."
"I saw Rose letting Cindy's big Great Dane fuck her."
Mary sucked in her air. "What a wild wonderful thing that must have been! Tell me about it honey." Her hand crept back to his prick and began to jack it gently.
"Hey," he said, "you keep that up and the bed will get soaked with cum."
"Who cares? Squirt it in my direction. I'll take all you can come up with."
"You sound like Cindy. That's the way she's been talking lately."
Mary smiled nicely. "I know. I was speaking to her on the phone today. She told me she's been talking just awful to you."
"Something's happened," he started to say, but she darted her head downward again and took his stiffened cock between her lips. Her mouth was warm and wet and wonderful and he wanted to give her a mouth spray immediately, but held it back.
She removed her mouth from his rod. "You do have a nice-tasting cock, honey. Cindy was right. She said you had a sweet cock. I thought she was pulling my leg, but she was absolutely right. Mmm, I like it."
Pete shivered with delight. "My dear wife," he said gravely, "you may have it, all of it. Kindly proceed with your sucking."
"Cindy said you had started talking very sexy, too. She was right about that, also. Boy, honey, do you ever turn me on when you say things that way." Mary sounded excited.
"Such as what?" he asked, pretending innocence.
"Oh, like when you say 'Kindly proceed with your sucking.'"
He grinned tensely. "Kindly proceed with it then, before I blow off in your face or something. You've got me hot as hell, darling."
She winked at him. "Kindly save your cum till Mama gets her hot lips wrapped about the family cock, sir."
"I'm certainly getting a lot of sucking these days," he murmured. "Could be the whole lot of us are turning into suckers as opposed to… Oh, baby!" he moaned as her mouth enveloped his dick and took it in all the way to the hilt. "Oh, that feels good, Mary, darling."
She moved up on her hands and knees and straddled his body, her asshole pointed straight at his mouth. "Get with it, honey. Turnabout's fair play and all that sort of stuff."
"Move back a bit," he told her crisply, his heart hammering furiously. "I want to lap your cunt, not suck your asshole, darling."
"Either one will do!" she cried, but moved backward a little so he could kiss her furry pussy, which he did with relish. "Suck my cunt, honey, and Mama will do the honors at the other end."
Pete sighed and attacked her wet twat with fury, his tongue lapping at it rapidly, reminding him of what the Great Dane had done to Rose. For some reason this made him hotter than before, and, as his wife bobbed her head up and down, taking his long, stiff prick deeply into her throat, her lips and tongue maddeningly caressing the head of it, he buried his face into her box and moved his tongue from side to side rapidly.
She removed her mouth from his tool momentarily. "Oh, honey," she gasped. "That's wonderful. Keep it up. Make me come, honey."
Pete continued with the fast sideways movement and, feeling his wife's body stiffening frantically, actually increased the speed of his lapping tongue. This caused her to bob her head up and down much more quickly and for a few moments he thought she was going to bite his rod, the way her teeth grated along the sides of his cock.
"Cool it, darling," he managed to say, but Mary was having none of this.
"Faster, honey… go as fast as you can!" she told him thickly.
Pete held her thighs firmly with his hands and arms and went deeply into her cunt, this time going in farther than he would have thought possible. Mary stiffened again, stopped her sucking movement for a brief time, then resumed it energetically, as if she were trying her best to suck him dry.
When her body began to shudder from orgasms, one after another, in quick succession, Pete felt his peak approaching. He attacked her cunt furiously as his cock erupted in great shots of thick, gray fluid, which continued on until there was no more sap to be released. Mary collapsed on top of him, and still retaining his stiff prick in her mouth, straightened out her legs, her cunt still over his mouth, closed her eyes and actually fell asleep. Pete had to move his head in order to breathe. Finally, after allowing her to nap quietly for a time, he gently moved her off him without awakening her and let her continue on with her deep sleep. Her head was at the foot of the bed, while his was, of course, on the pillow.
"Never mind," he told himself very softly. "Let her lie that way. I'll probably need more of her cunt before morning." He had to remove his prick from her mouth and she struggled in her sleep against this, much in the manner of a baby sucking at its mother's breast. Pete smiled. "I'll be damned," he said softly. "How about that wife of mine."
Mary stirred, so Pete turned off the light and lay back, his hands behind his head and, not feeling sleepy, he began to think about things. Many things, but most of all about having witnessed the scene in which the big dog had fucked Rose.
It was well past midnight when Pete dressed hurriedly but quietly and left the house, making certain the door was locked behind him and that he had his house key. He walked up the street, trying not to scuff his heels and make undue noise. After half a block, he relaxed and grinned at his caution.
"She'll love it," he muttered. "She as much as told me she would." What it was she would love, he would not allow to formulate completely in his mind. "Hell of a nice night," he went on to himself. "Shame to be inside on a night like this."
It was ten minutes later that he found himself standing in the driveway between the Alexanders' and Rose's place. There was no light on in either house and, as Pete looked at first one house and then the other, he wondered what in hell he was doing there. If he wanted to see, say, Rose, why didn't he go to her door? He knew he could also go to Mark and Cindy's door and tell them he was hot and ask if Mark would swap with him for the rest of the night. He was certain Mark and Cindy would be delighted if he did do this. He was also certain that Rose would welcome him into her home.
He stood there, shivering, swearing softly to himself, and finally walked to the front of Rose's house and knocked softly on her door. As he waited for her to open the door, the thought popped into his head – I was going to borrow the Great Dane and take him home to fuck my wife. Pete shivered again and, as he did so, the door swung open.
"Hello, Pete, come in."
He couldn't see her because it was so dark, but he recognized Rose's voice. "Thanks," he said. "I wanted to… see you, Rose."
He stepped inside and heard her close the door. Reaching out he tried to touch her, but she must have moved away. It was so dark he could not see her at all. "I suppose you really want to know why I came?" he asked.
Her voice came across the room to him. "I think I know, Pete. You have this craving to… witness something. Am I correct?"
"Yes," he blurted. "I had this terrific urge to watch you and the… dog."
"I understand," she said softly. "At least I think I do. I like to watch things, also. I've watched you and Cindy several times. It's no more than right that I should allow you to watch me and Man."
"Then you'll go out and get him?"
"Yes. After a time I will."
Pete was taken aback. "Oh, is something wrong? I mean, do I have to wait because of something?"
"Yes, Pete. You have to wait till I get hot enough to want to… do that thing."
"Are you saying there are times when it turns you off?"
"Yes, of course. No one can stay up at fever pitch all the time, Pete."
He nodded and then realizing she could not see him, stopped it. "I see," he said, stumbling over the two words.
"Are you really that worked up, Pete? You sound strange."
"Something's happening to me," he said. "I just came from home. I've had sex tonight with my wife, but I'm strangely driven to seek out something else, something wild and wonderful."
"I'm glad," her voice came back to him, "that you added the word 'wonderful'."
"Turn on a light, will you, Rose?"
"I'm afraid Cindy might see you. She might be angry if she knew you came directly here without seeing her first."
"I'm not Cindy's husband, Rose. Mark and I swap partners, you know, but I… well, I should have said I don't owe Cindy anything other than decent treatment, that sort of thing."
"That's just the point, Pete. She might not consider your coming here to see me as being decent treatment."
"Rose," he said after a moment's silence. "I have the feeling that you're stalling for time. Tell me, is this true?"
"Yes, it's true. I'm hoping something will make me hot enough to do what… you want to witness."
"Could I make you hot, Rose?"
"You could try." Her voice sounded odd to him.
Instantly she was in his arms, pressing her body tightly to his. "Fuck me in the ass, Pete. That's so I can get very hot."
"Getting cornholed makes you very hot?" he asked, astonished.
"Yes. Don't ask me why. Just pull my skirt up and bugger me in the dark."
Pete's cock was hard and throbbing. He yanked her skirt high, pulled down her panties, turned her around and stabbed her in the ass with his hard-on. She bent over, and he had to hold her hips to prevent her falling on her face.
"Oh… that's it!" Rose cried passionately. "That's the way, Pete! Fuck me hard. Squirt me full, honey."
"I will," he promised as he pumped his cock into her ass with all the force he could muster.
"Oh! Wonderful!" she cried, and bent over again, once more necessitating his firmly grasping her hips and trying to hold her upright. However, she had leaned over too far and inevitably she crashed to the floor, dragging him with her. As they struck the floor together, the impact caused his hard-on to bury itself so deeply into her ass that he thought for a while he might not ever get it out of her butt. A few moments in this position and his cock swelled to an enormous size, causing Rose to moan and thrash about, which, in turn, made Pete so hot that his prick exploded into her asshole, and he became weak from the sensation of his jism squirting so freely into her lush body.