"You know?" she asked, her voice almost at the breaking point.
Candy sat down heavily on the sofa. A strand of the rope from her ankle trailed behind her as a reminder of what the men had done to her while she had been tied up. It seemed like some sort of a dream. But not a bad dream. She had enjoyed the feelings of being helpless and at their mercy. Candy couldn't understand it and now she had even more to become confused aver…
They knew!
"Sure, Candy," said Stan. "Look, you two must think Charlie and I are stupid or something. We're not. We know our own wives. That first night I knew. I called Charlie and we got to comparing notes."
"But how?"
"How?" laughed Charlie. "When you as Mandy wanted to go to the disco, I knew something was wrong. She hates the music, she hates the people, hell, she hates the idea of even going outside these four walls. She's a real stay-at-home. You dragged me out. That's when I knew."
"Not when we made it in the women's restroom?" teased Candy, regaining some of her composure. She wanted to make Charlie as uncomfortable as possible so she could get off the defensive.
He only laughed at her. "Before then. Under the table toe-fucking isn't the sort of thing Mandy would want to do. And she'd never, and I mean never, wear a pair of crotchless panties."
"About the same when I went to bed with Mandy," said Stan. "You would have been badgering me to fuck, fuck. She was apprehensive about it. I knew then what had happened. I have to admit fucking her was sort of nice and laid back. None of the frantic fucking you like so much."
"You two aren't mad at us, are you?"
"Hardly," said Stan. "I guess we both learned something out of this. You girls aren't quite happy or you wouldn't have wanted to swap husbands. Maybe we should pay a little more attention to what you want. Hell, it doesn't hurt me any to screw the pants off you once or twice a week – as long as you don't demand it the other nights. I work damned hard and I am sleepy when I go to bed."
"I know now what I can expect from you," Candy murmured, remembering the wonderful fucking Stan had given her. It had been everything she could have asked for and a hell of a lot more.
"That's nice for you two, but it still leaves Mandy and me in a jam. Unless she wants to suck me off a couple times a night, there's not much way we can moderate my overwhelming desire to fuck."
As Charlie said it, all three looked at each other. Slowly they grinned and finally laughed. The answer to the problem was so simple. Candy and Mandy had almost got it by themselves, but they had neglected to tell Stan and Charlie. If they worked this right, they could all get exactly what they wanted.
"You're thinking what I am, aren't you, guys?" asked Candy. "Why don't we chuck this monogamy shit and get it on as a four-way fuck fest?"
"Sounds great to me!" exclaimed Charlie.
Candy could see his prick rising again. It never took him long.
"How about you, Stan? Mind sharing your loving wife so she can get her rocks off with her brother-in-law?"
"I don't mind as long as I can have Mandy to keep me company. But that's the big problem. As nice as this sounds, Mandy would never go along with it. She's something of a prude. I mean, Christ, I mentioned going to an X-rated movie and I thought she would shit. She's not likely to want to start up any four-way marriage."
"It was as much her idea as mine to try this husband-swapping routine," pointed out Candy. "I think she might be persuaded."
"I think we're all on the same wavelength again," said Charlie, an evil gleam in his eye. "Get on the phone, Stan, and call your loving 'wife' and tell her to get her sweet ass over here. We're going to put on one hell of a show for her."
Mandy forgot that she was no longer supposed to have keys to the house. She used her set and walked on into her living room. Seated on the sofa were Charlie and Candy, arms around each other. Stan was in an overstuffed chair wistfully watching as the others kissed and felt each other up. Mandy almost cried out when she saw what her twin and her husband were doing.
"Come on over, dear," said Stan. "Seems the two of them had a fight, but they are making up now. They wanted an impartial judge, but it turns out they don't need us anymore."
"Well, let's go home then. I don't want to watch that going on." She sniffed and looked down her nose at Charlie kissing Candy. She could see the man's tongue shoot out and lick around Candy's lips before plunging into the woman's mouth. Their tongues darted back and forth, teasing and tormenting one another. When Charlie ran his hand up under Candy's blouse and began squeezing her tit, Mandy wanted to hit him with a lamp.
"Naw, let's stick around. Seeing them getting it on like that gives me ideas. See?" he asked, pointing to his crotch. His cock was trying to turn cartwheels in his pants.
Mandy gasped. She hadn't thought Stan would say or do anything crude like that in public. But he had. Men! They were all the same! She had agreed to this switch because Charlie was insatiable. Now Stan was turning into the same type of sex-starved animal.
"I'm leaving."
"Stay, honey, and watch. You might get some ideas." Stan's grip on her wrist, kept her from leaving.
Reluctantly, Mandy turned and watched her sister and her husband getting into really hot and heavy action.
Charlie had the woman's blouse off now. Her pendulous tits hung down between them before the man crushed them flat with his own chest. Mandy saw that her twin's nipples were springing up hard. That hussy had no shame!
Mandy burned inside slowly, angered that her sister would do such a thing in front of her. Candy knew that Mandy loved Charlie. She had married him. Only his peculiar sex needs had driven her away. Now she was flaunting that insatiable sex drive in front of her.
Mandy got madder and madder. She sat down heavily on the arm of the chair. The woman barely noticed Stan's hand moving up under her skirt, sliding along her cool, soft thigh, heading up toward her pussy mound. She shuddered slightly, as much from his finger working under the leg band of her panties as from the sight of Charlie hiking up her skirt and dangling one slender leg over the back of the sofa.
He got his prick out of his pants and dropped down on the wanton, willing woman in plain sight of his wife. Mandy got even madder. This was impossible! She was being forced to watch her husband fuck her sister. She turned her attention from the sight of that huge prick driving in between the juice-soaked pussy lips to Stan.
The man was grinning broadly. "Getting any ideas?" he asked.
"Hell, yes. Let's fuck." Mandy declared. She wanted to show those two that this game could he played by any number. She wiggled around and felt Stan's finger worm even deeper into her pussy. Shivering in reaction, she sank down to the carpeted floor, her legs drifting apart in obscene invitation to him.
"Not that way," he said. "I want to fuck you like a bitch in heat. On your hands and knees."
She hurriedly rolled over. The idea of him fucking her like an animal appealed to her. The sight of the pair on the sofa fucking like rabbits had its effect on her. She would show them!
Mandy told Stan, "Go on and do what you will. We'll show them!"
She didn't care about her own feelings. She was mad. She wanted revenge on Charlie and her cheating twin sister. Nothing less than making Candy jealous of her and Stan would do now, though how the other blonde would ever notice was something Mandy didn't want to think about. Candy and Charlie were too busily fucking for either of them to notice anything less than an atomic bomb going off.
She waggled her ass in the direction of Stan's hard-on. She felt a strange surge of horniness come over her. Wanton, she wanted nothing more than to get this over with. She wanted to feel dirty. She wanted Stan fucking her like an animal.
"God, what a lovely white ass. I can really get into fucking it."
"Oh, shut up and hurry!" she urged. The woman found herself beginning to respond. She thought it was dumb getting wet in the snatch over this, but she was. The idea of fucking in the same room as other people would normally have turned her off entirely.
Not now. Not when she wanted to show them.
The woman shivered a little as the man's hands dragged her panties down farther. He was working them down her tender thighs, his fingers pressing and squeezing her flesh as he went. She felt the pulses of stark desire lance into her cunt. She hadn't expected this. It was an added bonus. The thick oils from her cunt dribbled down the insides of her leg.
She hoped that Stan wouldn't see that. It was so obscene. But the man's fingers found her fuck juices instantly. He smeared them all over the insides of her thighs before moving his fingers up to her gash.
"Ummm, oh, please!" she cried out. "That feels so nice. But not here. Let's go into the bedroom. We… we can fuck there!"
"Fuck?" he asked. "That's the first time you've ever used that word. Tell me exactly what you want."
His hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed down hard. She involuntarily rammed her ass back into the circle of his hands. The woman needed more than his fingers dipping down into the hot canyon between her asscheeks.
She wanted cock and she told him so.
"Can't hear you," he said. "Say it louder. Shout it, if you have to, but let me know definitely what you want. Now!"
"I want to fuck you with your p-p-prick!" she stammered. "Please don't do this to me. Just f-ffuck meeeee!"
"Good girl," he said. His finger found the tight ring of her anus and slipped all the way up her shit chute. The woman's body stiffened all over as he began wiggling his finger, in her asshole.
She didn't know what she felt. The very idea of a man stuffing his finger up that dirty place should have made her get up and leave. It was such a perverted thing to do. But she wasn't turned off by it. It made her even hornier. Gone was all idea of showing her sister and cheating husband a thing or two. All Mandy knew or wanted now was cock.
Lots of cock stuffed up her ass.
"Butt fuck me!"
"All right?" Stan called. "That's more like it. Let me grease the old pole first. A few quickie fucks up the cunt should get me oiled for the cornholing."
The words burned in Mandy's ears. She blushed furiously when the man spoke all those dirty words. But she wasn't going to leave, not now. Her body commanded her to stay.
She almost fainted when he rammed forward. His prick didn't even come close to penetrating her body. The cock slid along the groove formed by her cunt lips. Her pussy leaked out its juices and these trickled down onto the man's fuck stick as he shoved it back and forth in the liquid slot.
"No, no!" she moaned. "Not there!" She wanted it all the way up her cunt. She had to get off on the feeling of having that huge pecker fucking her pussy. She needed it or she would go mad!
"I'll do it my way, bitch, and you'll like it!"
"Yes, yes, yes, anything you say, but fuck me!" This time there was no stammer in her voice. She knew what she wanted and she wasn't getting it. She demanded more, lots more – and all of it prick.
He laughed and stroked back and forth a few more times making sure his cock was nice and greased from her slippery inner fluids. Only when he felt her cunt lips begin to turn rigid with the excited blood hammering into them did he pull back. The motion was sheer torture for the woman.
"Fuck meeee!" Her voice was whining now. Gone was all pretense of not wanting to screw. She had been pushed to the breaking point and she wanted more. Now he was taking away even the hint of paradise he had offered her.
Reaching back between her legs, she grabbed his balls. The man yelped but didn't move. He knew better. She tugged and pulled at his balls to get him to fuck bet like a dog. The woman was sobbing and crying openly from her rampaging desires. She was tensed up inside and needed the divine release offered by a good fucking.
"Careful there, baby," he said. "Squeeze too hard and all that jizz is going to come rushing out."
The words penetrated her sex-numbed mind if she continued to grab his balls, he would come. His cock would go limp. She wouldn't get that steely erection rammed up her ass. He wouldn't be able to fuck her.
She released him. She wasn't disappointed. His hands rested on the smooth curves of her ass, stroking and cupping them. When he began to pull apart the meaty moons, she cried out. Her entire world spun crazily around her. She fell forward, her head supported on her crossed forearms. This shoved her ass even farther up into the air. Unconsciously, she was opening up even more to the man and his prick.
"Shit, this is going to be sensational. The best buggering I've done in ages. Shit!"
She felt the blunted head of his prick press into the ring of her asshole. The man, even though his prick was oiled with her cunt juices, didn't slam all the way up her rectum. I-I realized she was tense and nervous, about this.
"Fuck my butt. Give it all to meeee!" she whined. "I'll do anything for it. Oh, shit, what's happening to me? Why am I doing this terrible thing?"
"Not so terrible. Just relax and enjoy. Relax, relax and enjoy!"
The head of his prick slipped past the muscle guarding her tightest passage. For a moment, he paused, relishing the heat pouring out of her guts. Then he slid into her slowly, gently, not wanting to hurry. She was almost impossibly tight around his cock. He sheathed himself in her heated flesh and then simply moaned out his joy.
"So hot, so tight. I can't fucking believe this! If I'd known your asshole was this much like a blast furnace the other night, I would've fucked you till next Sunday!"
She was on the brink of coming again. The pain of his initial thrust into her asshole had made her afraid he might rip and tear her delicate inner membrane. His slow entry had been pure torture for her until her resilient insides stretched enough to take the thick male invader up her back. When she felt his prick bucking and dancing around in her bowels, she did come.
He hung on and rode her for what seemed an eternity. And when she drifted down from her come, she felt his prick sliding out of her guts. She tried to stop it by tensing up. Her muscles clamped down on his hidden cock with impressive force.
Gasping, the man cried out, "I feel like I got my Goddamn cock stuck in a vise. A superheated vise, at that!"
She tensed up even more to persuade him to stay fully buried up her butt. His powerful hips pulled him out until only the knobby end of his prick remained in her body. But then he rushed back in. She screamed in pain. Her ass could barely take his cock again.
And out. He pulled out and created an intense suction in the blonde's bowels. She thought he would drag her guts out with his retreating prick. He immediately stuffed his cock back into her yielding body. She felt his hairy thighs rubbing against her ass. The way the man's balls wetly slapped against her cunt lips made her gasp in reaction. As he reached around and sought out her clit to fondle it a little, she came.
She came – hard.
Her body felt as if she had been dipped in acid. She burned. She cried out as she thrashed about. He kept his prick buried all the way up her ass while she was coming. His finger never left her clit. He managed to keep her sexually strung out longer than she had thought possible.
Mandy actually enjoyed the ravaged feelings in her body caused by the orgasm. She had come many times, but it had never seemed good to her before. Gone was all thought of showing Candy and Charlie that she was capable of giving them back their medicine. All that counted now was the hot and hard prick fucking her butt. She shoved her ass back to meet every single incoming stroke. She had to get it deeper into her guts. If it came out her mouth, that would be the best thing in the world. She could even suck the cock while it fucked her ass then!
"Can't hang on too much longer. Shit, babe, you're crushing me flat. And you're gonna burn me off. I don't want nothing left but a charred nubbin."
"Fuck and shut up! Greek me! Show me how to do it!"
Stan's fingers rubbed the woman's cunt. He had to hang onto her waist to balance himself. It was as if his hips had a mind of their own. He couldn't control the tempo of the fucking any longer. He began fucking with rough, ragged strokes. The power increased. He tried to rip her apart all the way to the chin.
He felt as if he had a pressure cooker dangling under his long cock. His balls had tightened up to the point where the jism was brought to a boil. He felt his balls lurching and tumbling around, and he knew that it wouldn't be more than a few seconds before he spewed out his creamy sperm and semen.
Her body tensed up around his cock again. It was as if he had sheathed his prick in a letterpress. He was being flattened. His cock pumped hard, and he fucked with all the speed he could. The friction mounted until he couldn't control himself any longer. Like a stick of dynamite, he exploded in the woman's guts.
"Aieeeee!" she screamed. "I – aaaaaeeeee!"
He continued pumping out spurt after gooey spurt of jism into her eagerly awaiting body until he went limp.
Panting, he dropped back and sat on his heels. Mandy maintained the position, her ass still jutting into the air. He stroked along it, then kissed her butt to show her how much he had gotten off on fucking it.
"God, Stan, I never dreamed it would be like that. Charlie is bothering me all the time to do all these filthy things, but…"
"But that didn't seem so dirty. Maybe it seemed like fun to you. Was that it? You wonder why you're not feeling guilty about it?"
"Something like that," Mandy turned and saw that her sister and her husband had finished off. Candy was gently licking off the come from Charlie's dead prick. But Mandy knew from past experience that Charlie wouldn't be flaccid for long. He would come back, harder and hornier than ever.
She shivered. That didn't seem like such a bad thing to her now. She had wanted to show him that she could attract another man Stan had obliged. But Mandy realized how much she loved her husband then. She just couldn't keep up with him in the sack.
She loved him but not that much. No woman could. No woman except Candy.
Mandy wanted to cry. The problems this husband-swapping had caused far exceeded the problems it had solved.