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The Kinky Couples, Part One
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The Kinky Couples
Chapter 1
Janet Howard cringed as she heard her husband's car slam ... Damn,
she thought to herself, he's home for lunch again.
Bob and Janet Howard had been married for only a brief seven months,
yet already their relationship was beginning to show signs of wear. For
one thing, Bob seemed to have a much larger sexual appetite than Janet and
it was causing an ever widening gap in their already disintegrating
marriage. Not that anything had really ever been said, it was just
becoming more and more obvious to Janet that something had to be done to
break the pattern.
For the past two weeks Bob had been popping home for lunch and as he
put it, a quickie. Janet wasn't that much into fucking in bed at night,
let alone at lunchtime - usually she gave it the "old grin and bear it"
attitude but even that was becoming more and more difficult for her.
"How's my little honey," she heard Bob whisper softly into her ear as
he crept up behind her in the kitchen, slipping his arms around her
immediately and caressing her voluptuous breasts.
"Oh come on Bob not again," she complained, "we made love this
morning."
"Never can get enough," sang Bob turning his wife around and planting
his lips fully upon hers.
"If you sold a few more houses for a change we might be in better
shape."
"What's my selling houses got to do with fucking?" he groaned,
slipping his hand up his wife's housedress towards the soft resilient
curls of her pussy.
"Not now Bob," Janet said angrily wrenching herself away from her
husband's bear-like grasp.
"I want to fuck you so bad honey," Bob groaned, "I've been thinking
about it all morning long."
"Great ... that's why you aren't selling any houses."
"Oh honey would you get off that kick. Just because I'm not the
greatest real-estate salesman in the world isn't enough reason to have you
on my case all the time," the young husband groaned.
Janet thought now of all the hopes she had had before she married
Bob. With him in the real-estate business she had dreamed of her own
house and all the comforts in life but her dreams were slowly crumbling as
she realized that Bob was barely making enough money to feed them.
The disgruntled young wife walked out of the kitchen into the living
room and sat down on the couch, pouting.
"Oh Janet honey, I love you, you know that. I'll make it good, just
you wait and see," whimpered her husband. "Please honey, give me a little
loving."
Janet felt her husband's arms encircle her once again and his
insistent mouth press down upon hers. She felt his fingers once again
begin to creep up her soft white thighs and she squirmed and whimpered as
the tip of his middle finger found the narrow slit of her now sensitively
throbbing vagina, rising boldly upward and making sudden, hotly searing
contact with the throbbing tip of her clitoris.
"Oh!" Suddenly the entire area of her thin hairlined vaginal slit
was wet and slippery, and rush of unwanted desire permeated Janet's entire
body. She strained backward and sucked in her breath, withholding a groan
of sudden passion as it rose to her throat. She had to admit it, it felt
so good ... and yet there was something terrible about the fact that it
felt good. She felt herself being pushed down on the couch now, feeling
the almost obscene warmth of her husband's finger pressing at the hidden
little center of her cunt lips. She felt his hands fondle her trembling
body, touching her breasts and vagina until she was so wet between her
legs that she felt mortified and embarrassed. Even though he was her
husband it seemed indecent and tears of humiliation flowed slowly down her
face. He was teasing up into the tenderness of her involuntarily
moistening pussy with a tiny, fingering rhythm that made her want to
respond by moving her hips and thighs up to his hand.
"Open your legs!" he whispered to her tenderly, but with an
underlying tone of animalistic desire that frightened her. "Let me feel
your little cunt wide open honey!"
"Oh no ... Oh God, Bob ... Please don't ... not now!" she pleaded
softly through her tears. "Please don't make me!"
"That's all you ever say recently honey ... what about my rights!" he
yelled, angry now.
"That's not true Bob and you know it ... No ..." But his fingers
were working a lewd magic within the soft confines of her helplessly open
pussy, as his hands slowly but inexorably forced her legs apart. His
desire hardened cock was nudging insistently against her thigh, and she
wondered suddenly how she could have married a man with such an enormous
penis. It go so big sometimes that it didn't seem normal, and horrified,
she wondered if all men were like that.
"I've been thinking about fucking you all day honey," he groaned
again as he forced the thickness of his fingers up a little higher into
the moist darkness of her tightly clenching vaginal opening.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Janet reacted to his moan with a little jump.
"I was trying to show this guy a house this morning and all I could
think of was coming home and shoving my hot cock into your delicious
little pussy."
Janet felt her husband's penis give a lurch against the nakedness of
her upper thigh and she felt a wave of helplessness come over her as she
realized what he was going to do to her. Then she felt his fingers
pulling downward, leaving the elastically spread walls of her narrow
vagina, exiting with a soft, wet, sucking sound, leaving her insides
feeling somehow empty and open. He rolled over on top of her and moved up
between her legs, forcing them open with a rapidity that alarmed her, and
she cringed backward as he reached down toward her, lifting up the
crumpled material of her housedress and removing it by pulling it off over
her arms and head. She felt a cool rush of air against her skin as she
lay completely uncovered, completely nude before him. She heard him give
a little groan of lust as he took in the magnificent sight of her
nakedness.
Her full round breasts peak upward proudly ... Bob Howard loved his
wife's body, especially the chestnut hair-fringed lips of her delicious
pussy, just waiting for the entrance of his cock. He leaned forward and
pushed his young wife's legs far apart, determined that he would get the
pleasure he'd been dreaming of all morning long.
Janet looked down now to see her husband kneeling on all fours
between her open legs. He looked just like an animal, and she felt a
moment of pure unadulterated dislike for him. Pressing his thumbs outward
against the sensitive pillowlike lips of her chestnut pussy and slowly,
teasingly spreading the silken hairs to either side, he peered hungrily
into the nakedness of her pink moist cunt. His thumbs trembled nervously
against the widespread outer flanges as he drew the smooth, pink lips
apart, completely exposing the glistening inner flesh to the mercy of his
gaze.
She squirmed.
"Let me look at it ... Let me see it," he yelled. "It's mine, isn't
it?"
Janet wanted to yell back at him ... to tell him no ... no, it wasn't
his ... it belonged to her, and if she had her way, he wouldn't ever, ever
see it! Much less touch it! But she lay frozen to the couch, completely
humiliated by what he was doing, watching his lust-distorted features as
he brazenly contemplated her helplessly exposed genitals.
He looked greedily down at her for a long moment, and then with a
sudden inspiration, dropped his head down to the now openly spread lips of
her tiny throbbing cunt. The full length of his long tongue snaked
against the nakedness of her open cunt, wallowing warmly among the folds
and mounds of highly sensitized flesh. Janet jerked backward, her
trembling buttocks grinding further down to the mattress as though there
were some escape there. A soul-searing moan came from her lips as she
realized the full meaning of the horrible thing that her husband was doing
to her.
"OOOOOOOH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she cried.
It was depraved and ugly. Never had he even intimated that he would
do such a thing to her. Her hands went down to his hair to try to push
his face from between her thighs ... to get him to stop his greedy obscene
sucking. Her head was lifted up off the couch as she watched with utter
disbelief the horrifying scene of her husband hungrily lapping between her
widespread legs, his head wagging back and forth like some huge, sex-
maddened dog.
Her hands twisting in his hair seemed to have no effect whatsoever,
and she could hear him making tiny little grunting noises that mingled
with the lewd wet sucking sounds that rose to the air of their bedroom.
Completely mortified, she let her head fall back on the couch, her entire
body rolling helplessly from side to side as she was buffeted by her
husband's tongue, and his strong hands maneuvered her nakedly squirming
hips to his liking. She could feel his tongue spearing wetly into the
involuntarily wet and dilated entrance of her hotly seething vagina ...
and she felt terrified by the implication of what he was doing. How could
she ever face him again after he did this to her? And the worst was that
in spite of her horror at what was happening, in spite of her utter
revulsion, tiny thrills of pleasure were rippling through her lower belly.
Her body was responding to the forbidden licking of her loins in such a
way that she couldn't help gasping with pleasure. She could see him
looking at her, observing her, even as his mouth remained fastened to the
widespread tightness of her besieged pussy, and she read in them a
challenge that she fought desperately to meet. His hands reached up to
the white mounds of her breasts, and she felt him grappling with the
tender nipples, twisting them harshly while his tongue still worked at her
hair-lined pussy with unrelenting fury.
Bob continued to look at his wife as he felt the forbidden flesh of
her tiny open pussy clenching and unclenching helplessly beneath his
thrusting tongue. The bittersweet taste of her filled his mouth as he
watched the tears rolling down her cheeks. God, it made him feel good to
see her like this! He was good and tired of her arrogance ... and this
would teach her a good lesson! But he was going to have to fuck her soon,
or go crazy! Below, his cock hung down thick and heavy as he kneeled
forcefully between her widespread legs.
The huge, lustfully throbbing hardness felt like it was going to
burst any second, and although he wanted to continue the more than
pleasurable sucking of Janet's unwilling cunt, he knew that he couldn't
last much longer. His hanging testicles felt filled and tight with his
building sperm ready to let loose at any second if he didn't get it up
inside of her soon.
"OH GOD!" he thought, his eyes never leaving the beautiful young face
that he'd fallen so deeply in love with, his hands never ceasing their
deft manipulation of her soft pliant breasts. "I'VE GOT TO FUCK HER."
With lightning speed, he lifted himself up from between her legs, and
throwing himself upon her, he held the pulsing rod of his cock in his
hands and tried to direct it to the tiny hair-fringed opening of Janet's
vagina. But Janet squirmed backward, clamping her legs tightly together
and twisting to the side.
"No! No!" she cried, terrified both by what might happen and by what
might not.
The unexpected shift in his wife's position startled Bob and his
heavy cock grazed against the side of her thigh. His entire being had
been geared to entering her that second, and he realized with something
akin to desperation that the mechanisms of orgasm had already been set in
motion inside him. Everything was going lightning fast, and yet it seemed
like slow motion as he felt the tremendous force of his climax speeding to
explosion inside him. His cock quivered in his hands and his head snapped
back in an anguished recognition of the powerful release that was coming.
"Aaaaarrrrrhhhhh! OH JESUS!" he cried out. The white hot liquid was
starting to spurt and Bob felt the flying sparks of lust seething through
his tensed body. He was straddling his wife's hips as she turned on her
side and it was too late to do anything but slip her over on her back as
thick, whitely heated streams of semen began to arc out from his suddenly
jerking cock. They spurted in large, pearl covered droplets upon Janet's
naked, trembling breasts and belly as the continuing madness of the
exploding orgasm continued to rack Bob's body. Thrill after thrill racked
him, tormenting and controlling him with acute sensation. His body
twitched, out of control, totally immersed in the wild climax.
"OOOOOHHHHH! GOOOOOD!" The last heated drops dribbled down onto his
shocked wife's smooth naked flesh and Bob could see her face a contorted
mask of anger and disgust.
"Honey I'm," he started to say.
"Get out of here you fucking bastard," she screamed, pounding the
couch now with her clenched fists. "Get out of here!"
Bob Howard knew when it was time to leave and this was an obvious
case. Maybe she would have gotten over it by the time he came back from
the office later on. Certainly she was in no mood now to discuss
anything. Damn her anyway, why didn't she give herself to me. Why is it
so hard for her to surrender to me, he wondered as he pulled on his
clothes.
"See you later, babe," he called out as peacefully as he could as he
left the house but there was no response. "Boy, she's hopping mad with
me," thought Bob Howard, "I'd better bring her some flowers home or
something. Something to make it up to her ... if I don't she'll never
give it to me again!"
Chapter 2
Gary Spencer had gone to real-estate school with Bob Howard, the only
difference between Bob and Gary was that Gary knew how to sell. He'd only
been in business for a year and already he'd made enough money to buy his
wife the beautiful house of her dreams. He felt sorry for his friend Bob
and was aware that his marriage was really suffering because of his lack
of salesmanship.
"You know Julie," he said to his wife across the breakfast table,
"I'd like to invite Bob and Janet Howard here for the week. I got a call
from Bob and I sense things aren't what they should be in their marriage.
Maybe a weekend around us would cheer him up."
"My sense is that Janet Howard isn't at all in touch with her
sexuality," purred Julie Spencer crossing her legs to allow her husband a
view of her shapely thighs, as well as her panties.
The show was not lost on Gary Spencer either. He considered himself
damn lucky to have married as sexually alluring and seductive a woman as
Julie. She was ready any time to fuck, anywhere, as many times as he
wanted. He knew he was a lucky man.
"Does she turn you on at all Gary," Julie smiled, thinking of Bob
Howard and how extremely attractive he was to her.
"A little, well in fact a lot but then I hear she just can't let go,
and after you babes, I'm spoiled," he grinned lewdly.
"Don't you think we should give Bob a little of what he needs."
"You mean don't I think you should give it to him, you sexy wench,"
laughed Gary.
The Spencer's were loose and easy about each other making love to
other people, as far as they were concerned it improved their marriage
rather than took away from it. But they knew they were pretty unusual in
this respect.
Gary leaned over now, reaching out for his lusciously curved wife and
pinching one nipple through her thin caftan.
"Do you remember the last couple we swapped with," groaned Julie as
her husband's finger continued to excite her. "Do you remember the way
she wanted both you and her husband to sandwich her between you at the
same time?"
"Do I ever," grinned Gary.
"Well I didn't have that much fun, I had to masturbate like mad to
stop myself from flipping out. Next time it will be different."
"Oh poor baby," Gary teased, as with one hand he reached under her
dress, cupping the silken crotch of her panties and the softly rising
mound of her fuzz-covered pussy with his open palm.
"Mmmmmm ..." Julie sighed. "That's nice, but don't stop there ... go
on ... go on ..."
Gary Spencer continued to fondle his wife under the breakfast table,
it was one of the games they liked to play, it made them feel so wicked
like a teenage couple who couldn't wait to get to the bedroom!
"Mmmmmm ... right there ... yes, that's it ... like that," Julie's
words were interrupted now by her husband's middle finger slithering wetly
up under the tight elastic leg of her now warmly moistened panties. The
hotly probing tip teased and slid around and about her thinly bearded
vaginal slit for a few delicious moments which Julie groaned out her
pleasure in a soft, passion-laden voice.
Gary reached under his wife's dress now with his other hand and
slowly rolled her panties down over her smoothly rounded hips until the
entirety of her pubic triangle was exposed and her sheer white panties
clung tenuously down around her knees. Then without waiting longer, he
reached back under her dress and began pressuring his tightly cupped hand
up against her nakedly exposed pussy. At the same time, he lowered
himself to the floor and, thinking of a new tactic, slipped her panties
down around her ankles and helped her step out of them. Gary remained
sitting on the floor, giving him an unobstructed view of the glistening
pink opening of her exposed vagina surrounded by its blonde curling cunt
hair.
Julie now calmly picked up the newspaper as her husband's hands began
to smooth along behind both her resilient white buttocks, patting and
caressing them, even as his finger teased hotly around the bearded mouth
up between her thighs, and then slid wetly up into her slippery open
pussy.
Julie groaned aloud while her husband's thick fingers lingered
lovingly, expertly touching, investigating sliding back and forth in the
warmly seeping liquids that were exuded by the tender vagina that nestled
so snugly between her legs.
Then, her mouth hanging slightly open in rising rapture, Julie began
to shift her weight slightly to accelerate the erotic pleasure she was
receiving.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH ..." Julie groaned out lustfully as both of Gary's
hands played and teased now in the warm pubic lips above him. They were
throbbing and pulsing now and the smoothly split little mouth of her pussy
glistened like a beacon in the dark. Gary thought his wife's cunt was
just about the most erotic thing he had ever seen as he continued his
secret playing among the wet cuntal folds up under his wife's skirt,
keeping a keen ear out for her little sighs that came more and more
frequently as she read haltingly and with heavy breath from the newspaper.
Julie's clitoris throbbed heavily and hotly, her pussy pulsated up
between her slightly spread thighs as she began to grunt a little under
the obscene pleasure of her husband's expert manipulations. Her face
flushed a deep scarlet and her eyes glazed over slightly. The rising
sensation beneath her dress was almost too much ... it seemed so wicked,
so deliciously dirty ... she couldn't remember when she was so turned on.
God, if anyone could see this happening to her!
Suddenly the door opening and Julie's Irish maid, Bridget entered the
kitchen.
"Oh sorry mam," she stammered, "I thought there was no-one here."
"That's all right, Bridget, you can work here," Julie smiled to
herself. She knew that Bridget couldn't see Gary because he was totally
covered by the tablecloth and this would be as good a time as any to see
if Bridget would ever be joining in any future orgies. Their last two
maids had done so, why not Bridget?
Bridget did as she was told but she didn't like it, there was
something peculiar going on in the kitchen this morning and she didn't
like it. The missus had a strange look on her face and the sounds that
she had heard through the door were most peculiar.
Gary was hysterical under the kitchen table, he could hardly believe
his wife's audacity, still, he didn't mind -- two could play at that game!
"Mnnnnnmmmmm ..." Julie cried out as Gary's middle finger began
flicking at her clitoris, flicking steadily now that he knew what kind of
response it was going to get. The wetness was pouring out of her now and
occasionally Julie could feel tiny drops of her vaginal fluids sliding
down the naked insides of her smooth white thighs. Gasping, she continued
reading the newspaper.
"Pardon me, mum," Bridget asked, a confused look on her face.
"Nothing ... nothing, Bridget, go on with your work ... Ooooohhh ..."
What on God's earth is going on thought Bridget as she turned to
continue her work at the kitchen sink.
Gasping now, Julie felt her husband's hotly working fingers increase
their attentions. Her pleasure grew and grew until it was so enormous
that she could do nothing but sputter out names in the newspaper in a mad
jumble until suddenly she felt the beginnings of a violent orgasm. A
gigantic shudder raced through her and the enormous pleasure seeping
through her wildly aroused cunt held her in its grip.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH ..." she screamed out in the room nearly scaring
Bridget silly. ' ' YESSSSS! NOWWWWWWWW ... NNNNNOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!"
Bridget turned in horror to look as she finally understood what was
going on underneath the kitchen table. She stared wildly at the
tablecloth, her eyes boring through it to where she knew Mr. Spencer was
messing about with his wife. She knew that it was wrong and evil but she
liked it all the same, just like she had enjoyed the baker's son Paddy who
had messed around with her every time she went in to buy bread at the
bakery.
"NNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHAAAA!"
Julie's entire body shook violently as her orgasm shattered within
her, breaking into a billion little bits. Waves of lewd sexual delirium
racked her body, releasing her pent-up emotions and all the time Gary
continued to do exactly the right thing as his thick plying fingers
continued to feed the raging fire of his wife's dizzying orgasm.
Beneath her caftan, Gary Spencer grinned and visualized the maid
watching his wife's torment. Devilishly, he wormed one finger up into the
tight little puckered hole of her anus, nestled just below the opening of
her still vibrantly climaxing cunt. The unexpected contact, in the midst
of her orgasm brought a low moan of anguish from Julie's lips. She could
feel it starting up all over again. She clenched her eyes tightly shut,
her lips bared back over her perfect white teeth as the divine sensation
began to race through her body, speeding insanely the short, infinitesimal
distance from her quivering pussy to the sensitive rubbery entrance of her
anus.
"OH GARY!!! GOD, GARY!" she cried out, unmindful of Bridget who was
now staring directly at her.
"Oh my lord!" moaned Bridget.
"AAAAggghhhh!" Julie groaned again. Tiny goosepimples were rippling
across her arms and belly, and she could feel the tips of her nipples hard
and swollen pushing against the soft silk of her caftan. Her creamy white
buttocks jerked and twitched involuntarily as spasms of delicious
sensation set all her nerve endings to tingling. The full impact of the
lewd spectacle she was making of herself hit her, bringing a perverse
added pleasure to her loins. What must Bridget be thinking? But it hardly
mattered as the wonderful licking sparks burst again and again inside her,
all but devouring her in a lustful conflagration. It was so absolutely
heavenly, that she could not bring him to flick and probe ceaselessly into
the nakedness of her passion-wet loins and buttocks, while she jerked
spasmodically above him, reacting to each thrust with a weaving, trembling
motion of her own. All that mattered now was the wonderful pleasure that
pierced her heated flesh like little arrow points of fire!
"Oh my God, Gary!" she breathed downwards towards her husband, "you
finger me so good honey, so good. Don't stop yet, I can still take more."
Gary Spencer chuckled. It was true, he was the luckiest man alive,
his wife was the most seductive woman in the world. This time I'll kiss
her pussy a little, see how she can stand that, he grinned lewdly to
himself as he nuzzled his face up her creamy white thigh and with a swift
movement of his tongue plunged it directly against her wildly pulsating
clitoris.
"AAAAAARRRGGGHHH, YESSSSS," hissed Julie through clenched teeth, "I
SAY YESSSSS!!!"
Chapter 3
"Now this is a house," glowed Janet Howard in appreciation as she and
her husband Bob pulled up into the driveway of the Spencer residence.
"How long did you say Gary had been in business," she asked casually.
"Look here Janet, we're here for a nice long weekend, I don't want
jibs about how much more money Gary is making than me, okay ... I just
want to have a good time."
"Okay," pouted Janet, "no need to take offense."
Almost an hour later, drink in hand, sitting comfortably in Julie's
livingroom, Janet could take a really good look at her surroundings. The
Spencers lived just the way she wanted to live, now why couldn't Bob make
a lot of money, was it really that difficult?
She looked across at Julie Spencer and had to admit that she was a
very beautiful woman ... she certainly fits the house, thought Janet
jealously.
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