The House Group Leader's Wife Pt. 10

Literotic asexstories – The House Group Leader's Wife Pt. 10 by The_Veil_of_Isis,The_Veil_of_Isis
Chapter 23

It was, perhaps surprisingly, Jennifer who was the catalyst for the final cataclysmic episode of our study of not so everyday life in a suburban setting in the Midwest. Her libido (previously so passive) had undergone a transformation more dramatic than any of the other players on this small town stage. The object of her desires was no other than her house group leader – a man she had always liked and respected, but who now occupied almost every waking moment. Her dreams too were now centered on Connor, a state of affairs which only made matters worse, as the glaring disparity between her fantasy world and the real world added to her frustrations, and, it goes without saying, her lustful state.

When she suggested to Dean that they invited Connor and Marcia over for dinner one Saturday evening, to say his response was enthusiastic would be an understatement. As we have already seen, his feelings for the house group leader’s wife were similarly volcanic. The fact that she continued to play so hard to get only added fuel to his already molten fire. The idea of finally getting to give her the pleasure he knew she couldn’t be receiving from Connor became for him like a seed that could only become a thriving, healthy, flowering plant when it had been fertilized by her own sweet pollen.

When Marcia mentioned the invitation to Connor, his dormant desire for the former beauty queen was likewise kindled. So much so that on the evening of the day his wife had floated the possibility of a dinner he had made love to her with a passion, the intensity of which did nothing to hide the fact that he was – if not actually thinking about Jennifer – unbearably turned on by the idea of bringing her to a state of ecstasy she had never reached before.

This left poor old Marcia as the odd one out. For her feelings towards Dean were anything but intense. Indeed, anything approaching intensity of feeling was only of the negative kind. What kind of joy could she receive from such a shallow, selfish individual, from someone who had even placed her on his bucket list of women he wanted to fuck?

To make matters worse, she had noted the change in Jennifer towards Connor. She had always considered that her husband’s yearning for the bimbo (as she called her in her more uncharitable moments) would remain unrequited; but now she realized that, try as the bimbo might to hide it, Jennifer was ripe to be taken by Connor. If they accepted the invitation, she knew what the others would be planning, even if they never put their heads together to put it into so many words.

After dinner had been finished, the men would watch like horny adolescents as Jennifer made a play for Marcia. Would she be able to resist, Marcia wondered. On that hinged the outcome of the whole evening. So she developed a strategy to stave off the silly bimbo’s advances. First, she would touch no alcohol throughout the whole evening. That would enable her to stay in control whatever the others had planned for her.

Secondly, she would permit no physical contact. A furtive placement of the hand on Marcia’s knee by Jennifer would simply result in her returning the hand from whence it had come. She knew that Dean wouldn’t try anything on, however frustrated he became, for fear of being rejected. Again, the best way to keep him frustrated was to ensure that there was no contact between herself and Jennifer. She had begun to tire of the blonde, anyway, she told herself. Her ability to turn her on simply didn’t exist any more. Problem solved.

The reality, as may be imagined, proved to be a little different. The first test of Marcia’s will occurred the moment when the door was opened at the palatial Schwartzmann residence. There was Jennifer dressed in a virginal white gown with a plunging V-neckline that showed off her breasts to optimal effect. Marcia was as certain as she could be that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Moreover, the deep slit in her long gown meant that she would be showing more than generous portions of her long legs when she sat down and crossed her legs – something she was bound to do as soon as she got the opportunity, probably in the living room while they (the others, at any rate) were having pre-prandial cocktails.

Marcia herself had decided to wear a button-up blouse and jeans, albeit nicely tailored ones, which showed off her figure to good effect. No stray hands would be inching their way up her unguarded thighs on this particular evening.

So far, so good. They had gone into the kitchen to eat the food Jennifer had prepared (with help from Dean, she said proudly, which made Marcia feel nauseous – why this sudden outbreak of lovey-doveyness in the Schwartzmann household?) having insisted despite much cajoling from Dean on drinking mineral water. Jennifer sat opposite her (not beside her) at the table, and Dean kept his hands – and his feet – to himself. In fact, everything was going swimmingly. The conversation was adult and broad-ranging, and there was no gratuitous mention of Harper and Todd, the two Oriental hussies, or of anyone else, whose names were bound to elicit a smirk from the two men. They spoke of Daryl and Alicia, but the conversation centered on some work they were doing on their house.

So confident was Marcia feeling in her ability to maintain levels of conversation and conduct on a decorous plane that she allowed herself a glass of wine; but even then only when the dinner was nearly over. It was a French wine that Dean had been recommended by a friend at the country club who really knew his wines, and Marcia had to admit it tasted very good. It was so smooth she could have been drinking blackcurrant juice. So she allowed herself a second glass, and then one to take through into the living room with her. This, she decided, would be her last, and then she would be back on the water.

What she hadn’t noticed was that the others had made their first glass last for the entire meal, which meant, of course, that by the time they sat down (Jennifer next to Marcia on the couch – the two men in adjacent easy chairs) it was Marcia who was feeling a little tipsy. A glimpse of Jennifer’s inner thighs as she quickly crossed and uncrossed her legs made Marcia’s heart race. What should have acted as a warning to her instead worked on her as an aphrodisiac. When Jennifer crossed her legs again, they stayed crossed. Unnoticed by Marcia, the blonde had also moved closer to her friend, so that they were almost touching. When she became aware of the abbreviated distance between them, Marcia made no attempt to shift away.

All the while, the others were talking – gaily, about this and that. Marcia couldn’t be sure what, as she wasn’t really listening. Instead, she was entranced by the strange feeling that had had crept up on her – without caring, or daring, to call it what it was: arousal. Her eyes kept returning to Jennifer’s thighs, and each time they did so, she could see more of her creamy, toned thighs. The last time she looked, she could swear she could see her panties – lemon in colour. For now Jennifer had uncrossed her legs and had turned to face Marcia. Marcia had to admit she looked very nice. She’d put on a nice shade of lipstick. Plus some eye shadow. Maybe other stuff – she couldn’t be sure.

Nice music was playing in the background. Marcia recognised it, but couldn’t put a name to it. It was intoxicating, Marcia remembered thinking. And so it was to the ethereal (“Yes, other worldly,” Marcia thought) strains of “White Rabbit” (“Yes! That’s the one,” Marcia thought) that Marcia found herself leaning across the short distance that separated her mouth from the other woman’s (“She’s very beautiful!” Marcia thought) until her lips locked onto Jennifer’s.

“This is so nice, so very nice,” she told herself, as her tongue gently probed the other woman’s sweet opening.

She started to rise into the air, floating high above the room. She saw only herself and this other woman, this lovely woman, who asked nothing of her, who only wanted to show her love, only wanted to make her feel good. She slipped the dress off the woman’s shoulders, hoping that she would not be upset with her, hoping that she would understand that she didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, that she only wanted to return the love that she was offering her.

How happy she was that the woman was not angry with her, that she did not mistake her simple, innocent gesture for anything but what it was, her expression of gratitude for the pure, unalloyed love she was showing her. The other woman responded by kissing her with just the amount of passion she felt was appropriate for the passion she herself was feeling. Two women should be able to show their love and appreciation for one other just like this, Marcia reflected. There was no need for sex to get in the way. They didn’t need to get naked and become like animals. They could just kiss and enjoy each other. They didn’t need to let their bodies get in the way. They didn’t need to take each other’s clothes off. The woman was wearing a beautiful pair of lemon-coloured panties. There was no need to take those off.

But what she could do, Marcia reasoned, was to show the woman what she thought of her beautiful breasts. She had been admiring them all evening, imagining touching them softly with her hands. Hoping she wasn’t going to spoil things by caressing them, Marcia let one hand move to one beautiful breast and waited to see how the woman would respond. She was thrilled when the woman responded to the touch by kissing her harder, signalling her approval of Marcia’s gentle fondling.

“I hope she won’t be angry if I seek out her nipple,” Marcia thought. “I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. I only want to return her love the best way I know how.”

“How thoughtful and generous she is!” Marcia rejoiced, as the woman indicated there were no hard feelings by moving her own hand to Marcia’s chest and gently rubbing her breast through the dual encumbrance of blouse and bra.

“Yes!” Marcia said to herself. “She shows her understanding of the Platonic love I feel for her by seeking out my nipple and giving it the same attention I am showing to her beautiful swelling!”

“It’s not about sex,” she confided to herself. “It’s about acceptance. It’s a mutual sharing of something beautiful. She doesn’t even need to take my blouse off, unhook my bra and kiss my nipple.

“But I must remember this is indeed a mutual show of love and appreciation,” she continued. “If she wants to feel my tongue on her nipple, then I must show her that I understand it is not about me – it is about her.”

She broke off from the kiss, smiled dreamily at the other woman, and was able to read her unspoken wishes in her eyes. Moving to her breasts, she took the nipple in her mouth and rolled it gently about with her tongue. The other woman’s hand dropped limply from Marcia’s chest so she could focus all her concentration on the attention Marcia was giving to her nipple.

“How big it has become!” Marcia cried silently. “I must not forget the other one, or else she will think I favour this one!”

Looking up at the other woman, she saw that she was happy. How happy in turn this made Marcia!

“Men will never understand how sex doesn’t need to get in the way of the love two women can share,” reflected Marcia, oblivious to the presence of the men, who were sitting just feet away, each on the edge of his chair.

“It’s rather warm in here,” said Marcia, her feelings utterly attuned to those of the beautiful woman, to whom it was her duty to show her love, her unconditional and pure expression of love.

Helping her to rise, she let her gown drop to the floor, before bidding her take her place once more beside her.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” she said, expecting no answer, and getting none in return.

“Would you feel more comfortable if you were just as God made you?” she asked, her hands poised at the hemline of the woman’s panties.

The other woman nodded and arched her back so that Marcia could remove the garment which spoke of a modesty that their love and mutual acceptance had rendered unnatural and unnecessary. The other woman’s lovely center was just as it was on the day she was born, smooth and hairless, pure and innocent.

“May I kiss you on your lips to show you much I care for you, and to demonstrate that sex doesn’t need to get in the way of the love that two women can share?”

The other woman nodded once more, then, helped by Marcia, lay back on the sofa, placing one leg on the floor and the other on the back of the couch.

“Yes,” Marcia whispered. “There is no need for shame when it is the love that we share that is prompting us.”

Unable to control themselves any longer, the men quietly unzipped their pants and, pushing them down to their knees together with their shorts, began to work on their rampant erections. Meanwhile, Marcia placed her tongue softly on Jennifer’s outer lips and inhaled deeply. The smell of her sex assailed her nostrils and sent her libido spiralling. Still, though, she remained in character; though whether she was play-acting or not was now impossible to divine.

“I can smell the love that you have for me,” Marcia said softly. “Would it please you if I tasted that love?”

Jennifer nodded her assent, even if Marcia was no longer looking at her face to confirm it. She then uttered her final words before actions took over once and for all.

“I want to show you that two women can truly experience love without sex getting in the way.”

With the men leaning forward as far as they could without toppling off their chairs (pre-cum oozing from their penises), Marcia opened Jennifer’s lips with her fingers and kissed her way up from the skin that separated her anus from her vulva all the way to her hooded clitoris. Jennifer began to tremble violently, trembling which only intensified as Marcia kissed her way back to where she had started. Only this time, she lifted Jennifer up so she could land a kiss on her asshole.

Jennifer had to fight off the desire to come, knowing she would enjoy it all the more if she could delay it even by a minute or two. Even a second or two. She also had to fight off the impulse to put her hands on Marcia’s head. Twice they made a start on their journey southwards, but each time she brought them back, ending up by planting them firmly under her head, where they could do no damage.

Her concerns about climaxing prematurely proved to be well founded. When Marcia replaced her lips with her tongue, it was as if the detonating cord that led to a stick of dynamite had been lit. The only question was how long the cord might be, since the chances of the flame going out were minuscule.

“No, please, don’t!” Jennifer cried out, half in earnest, as she wanted this feeling to last so badly.

The tongue paid no mind to Jennifer’s request, as it began to feast on the juices that had been released so plentifully during the past twenty minutes or so. Sticking her face over Jennifer’s quim, Marcia started to suck on Jennifer’s inner folds with an intensity that stood in direct opposition to the restraint she had shown since their lovemaking began. If this was indeed an example of love with no sex getting in the way, Jennifer for one hadn’t go the memo; neither had the two men, who were close to coming, each focusing intently on the woman he longed to fuck.

Marcia was both surprised and a little irritated by the fact that Jennifer hadn’t yet succumbed to her ministrations. She had watched on in Jennifer’s kitchen as Vesna had brought Jennifer to what seemed by comparison an instantaneous climax, and now here she was refusing to buckle, even after she had thrown the kitchen sink at her. She refused to take the easy option of sticking a finger in her ass, and didn’t want to go down the clitoris route either. If she couldn’t lick her to a vaginal orgasm, then as far as she was concerned she was going to be out of here – if not literally, then figuratively, at least. Bugger Dean and his aspirations towards her. No wonder those two had such marital problems when he was a braggard with a tiny penis and she was as frigid as an ice queen!

Putting aside these negative reflections, which were sadly an integral part of her make-up, Marcia decided to make one last assault on Jennifer’s citadel. Fingers might be barred from the bimbo’s asshole, but that injunction didn’t extend to her pussy. Jamming two fingers into the hole which appeared to Marcia to actually have tightened during their lovemaking, Marcia was pleased to elicit a yelp from the stuck-up former beauty queen, after whom her husband lusted like a schoolboy – quite unaccountably, in Marcia’s view.

Bringing her tongue back into play, the house group leader’s wife took it upon herself to give Jennifer what she delighted to call in her own mind a double penetration. Would she have been so chipper, though, if she had realised that, not half an hour later, she would be the object of a more orthodox treatment of this type.

But that lay in the future. For the present, it was Marcia who was reigning supreme, as Jennifer capitulated – and how! All the arousal that had been building up since Marcia started to seduce her, all the mental and physical pasting that she had been given – this had to find an outlet. And when release came, it came long, hard…and loud.

Chapter 24

When Marcia (still fully clothed) stood and turned to face the men, she was confronted with two seated figures with their pants round their knees, each holding his prized possession. How small they looked, thought Marcia, swiftly followed by who needs men?! What Marcia didn’t notice, though, as she exulted in her supremacy over the male of the species was Jennifer, who had got up from the couch and stealthily positioned herself behind Marcia.

Pouncing like a tiger, in a flash she had unbuttoned Marcia’s jeans and had pulled them down together with her panties. Before Marcia had time to react, she had yanked them down to her ankles, so that when Marcia attempted to confront her, she all but tripped over, having to hold onto her assailant for support. In her disoriented state, it was a simple job for Jennifer to undo the buttons on her blouse and whip off the white, lacy bra.

“Help me with the jeans,” said Jennifer, speaking to neither man in particular.

Both Connor and Dean shot forward to ease the tight jeans over Marcia’s ankles, Dean bending low so he could worship at her feet, while Connor crouched so that he might get close to Jennifer’s marvellous shaven pussy.

“Thank you,” said Jennifer with authority. “I will call upon your services again if and when they are required.”

While the men returned to their seats, Jennifer (the taller woman) bent down to kiss Marcia. The men looked on open-mouthed as she kissed her with a severe intensity of a type neither thought her capable of. Their astonishment was complete when the blonde cupped Marcia’s ass with one hand while the fingers of the other penetrated her pussy. Connor winced at the thought of the pain his wife must be going through, but only until the tell-tale sound of squelching resonated around the room.

Rather than lay Marcia gently down on the couch, Jennifer pushed her onto it, manhandled her onto her front, then shoved a cushion under her stomach so that her ass was raised. Pulling her legs apart, she moved her hands to Marcia’s ass, pulled the cheeks back to reveal her asshole, and began to lick it with ferocity.

Sensing that Jennifer couldn’t care less either way, the men got up and walked across so that they had a ringside position, Dean standing behind Connor and next to Jennifer in the hope of getting the best view of the action, and of the forbidden fruit he had lusted after for so long. Connor, who had initially been stationed near his wife’s chest, walked round behind the other two to the end of the couch, having realized that this would afford him the best views of Jennifer’s luscious pussy and fabulous ass.

As Jennifer crouched low over Marcia to give her anus a thorough working-over, her own ass was lifted high – higher still, now that she knew that she and not Marcia was the focus of Connor’s interest. It was all that Connor (his penis screaming at him to take advantage of the situation) could do not to clamber onto the couch and drive his swollen phallus inside her exquisite love canal. But he waited, confident in the belief that Jennifer wanted him as much as he wanted her.

If the truth be told, Jennifer (while she was very gratified by Connor’s attentions) was irritated by Dean’s presence in her eyeline. Especially, it must be said, by the presence of his ridiculous sexual organ, of which he was so inordinately and (given its dimensions) so irrationally proud. So she closed her eyes and focused all her energies on bringing Marcia off with her tongue before she introduced the heavy artillery.

Moving her tongue to the pussy that had already proved itself to be desperate for Jennifer’s attentions, Jennifer kept up the same levels of aggression that had characterized her approach from the outset. Driven by an emotion she hardly ever felt, anger (anger mixed, it must be said, with a type of bestial lust she had never known before), she attacked her whole vulva indiscriminately, her mind (her whole being) occupied only by one thought: the conquest she was about to make of her victim with the dildo she had already placed under the couch.

Even while Marcia was experiencing the first of what would be a whole series of orgasms, she jumped off the couch, attached the apparatus, told Marcia to turn over and hold her ankles with her hands, and drove the eight-inch cock deep inside her still quivering cunt.

Looking on, Dean was beset by a feeling of insecurity which was alien to him. Watching Marcia helpless before him, lost in a world of her own, hardly able to give voice to her terrible need for his wife to take her to a place she had never been, he asked himself what he could do for her that Jennifer wasn’t already doing to her with such skill and such understanding of her primal needs.

Connor too knew that he would have his work cut out to satisfy this epitome of sexualized womanhood, whose command of her fake penis was so total and so devastating. For it took only a minute or so before Marcia was crying out, as the latest orgasm engulfed her. And still Jennifer hadn’t finished. Not by a long chalk.

Flipping Marcia back over, so that she commanded the whole field, she ploughed the merciless dildo back inside her hungry cunt, grasping Marcia’s breasts with such passion that she started chuntering away in a language all her own. Squeezing the nipples without the least shred of tenderness or pity, Jennifer (hair plastered over her face) got on her knees and started to thrust her cock inside Marcia’s cunt with terrifying power.

“Fuck!” Marcia wailed, caring nothing for anything except the pleasure she was experiencing, and wanting more, always more.

“You like the way the bimbo fucks?”

Jennifer spoke the words slowly and deliberately, her anger implicit, but clearly discernible by all those in the room.

“You like the way the bimbo fucks?” she repeated, never relenting in the action which she was describing so vividly.

“Yes!” Marcia answered her this time. “Yes!”

“Then take this from the bimbo!” Jennifer shouted, as if the shackles had been removed from invisible bonds that tethered her soul.

Removing the dildo from Marcia’s swollen pussy, she took the briefest moment to confirm what she already knew (that it was coated with Marcia’s juices) and eased the monster into her victim’s tight asshole. Connor left his station and raced round the back of the couch, so that he was standing opposite Dean. He was there in time to see the object of his dreams push the fake cock halfway down his wife’s ass.

“Enough? Or you want more?” Jennifer said in a scaringly casual manner.

“You know what I want,” said Marcia, struggling for breath after the hammering she had taken.

Jennifer pushed the shiny black silicone deeper into Marcia’s rectum, her aggression now tempered with caution. Still she proceeded, until only a couple of inches of the weapon was visible. Judging this to be far enough, Jennifer began to pump Marcia, slowly at first, before picking up the pace, when she knew that Marcia was comfortable enough.

“Oh my god!” cried Marcia. “Don’t stop! Make me come!”

“You’re a greedy one, aren’t you?” said Jennifer with the hint of a smile.

“Aren’t you?” she repeated when no response was forthcoming.

“Yes,” said Marcia meekly.

“You like the way the bimbo fucks you, don’t you?” Jennifer added, happy to be able to draw out the conclusion to their lovemaking.

“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck yes!”

“Then take this!” said Jennifer, pushing the cock almost to its limits.

“Aaargh!” cried Marcia, tumbling over the abyss, and knowing that this time there would be no safety net to catch her.

Chapter 25

It is fair to say that both Connor and Dean were a little uncertain of themselves after watching the two girls. They indicated as much by nodding at each other and waiting for Jennifer to make the next move. Their worst fear, of course, was that the evening’s entertainment had already concluded. At least, they would always have the memories of the incredible scenes they had witnessed that night. But it was scant consolation.

“I see you’ve put your cocks away,” Jennifer said, enjoying the chance to tease them a little bit.

Then, she addressed Dean and told him to get them all some refreshments. Not wanting to be left alone with the two women, Connor followed Dean to the kitchen.

“Wow!” he said sotto voce. “Jennifer was on fire!”

“And what a performance from Marcia to get her in the mood,” responded Dean. “I know first-hand how difficult that can be.”

Dean pulled the ring-pull on a couple of beers and offering one to Connor toasted their success in what was left of the evening. Then, carrying a tray filled with soft drinks, beer and some nibbles, he went back to the living room, once more followed by Connor. The girls took the soft drinks and started chatting softly to themselves on the couch – each as naked as the day she was born.

The guys wandered over to the turntable and put on a new record – more for something to do than because they wanted to listen to it. The action they were looking forward to without a high degree of confidence would be taking place upstairs, unless, that is, the women kicked them out and locked themselves in the bedroom to further cement their relationship.

After fifteen minutes or so, Jennifer asked the men if they were happy to play the part of spectators the whole night, or whether they wished to entertain the ladies. They filed out of the living room, Dean turning off the lights as he went, until all four of them were in the master bedroom. The girls sat on the bed, stroking each other’s hair, necks and cheeks, while the men stood there awkwardly awaiting instructions and praying for all they were worth that Marcia and Jennifer wouldn’t start making love once more.

“We had a word about arrangements,” said Jennifer. “It’s a big bed and we have decided that we will share it. All four of us. We thought maybe it would be the right thing if each couple paired off so that they could reaffirm their love for each other. How do you guys feel about that?”

Connor resisted the urge to look at Dean, and, after flinching, Dean managed to do the same. It was clear to Connor that Dean was expecting him to speak on their behalf.

“I think that would be beautiful,” said Connor, forcing himself to look at Marcia.

“Me too,” piped up Dean, doing a decent job of hiding his disappointment.

“Okay,” said Jennifer. “Then let’s seal the deal with a kiss.”

The couples kissed each other with a mixture of awkwardness and, on Dean’s part, gauche enthusiasm. Since the men were still fully dressed, their wives began to undress them, once again Marcia giving a pretty good impression of someone who was driven by arousal, while Jennifer failed to do anything other than go through the motions. But, in time, the men were naked too.

As regards their equipment, Connor’s had swollen considerably but was still essentially soft, while Dean’s resembled nothing so much as an undersized Italian sausage.

“Look at the state of this!” Jennifer said with undisguised scorn, pointing at her husband’s enfeebled apology for a penis.

“Oh my god!” responded Marcia dramatically.

“This one isn’t in much better shape either,” she continued, gesturing towards her husband’s penis, which was shrinking visibly.

“What a pair of useless spouses we have got ourselves!” cried Jennifer with bitter irony.

“I think we should get rid of them and take our pleasure where we know we will find it,” said Marcia, moving across to Jennifer and kissing her with unbridled passion.

Shoving Dean onto the bed, Jennifer got busy with Marcia once more, her hands cupping her breasts and drawing a very real moan from Marcia’s lips.

Dean looked up at Connor and resigned himself to the inevitable. His friend, though, refused to take the situation lying down, kissing Jennifer’s breasts, hoping he might be able to stem the tide. He had seen the future, in which he and Dean were cast like flotsam upon the shore; he was determined not to go down without a fight.

When Jennifer moved to lave Marcia’s free breast, he moved equally fast to intercept her and within seconds had rammed his tongue down her throat, acting like a man possessed – which indeed was what he was. Easing her off Marcia, he lay her down on the bed and continued what he had started. Dean grabbed his opportunity with both hands, placing them on those breasts he had dreamt of for so long, while his mouth clamped itself on the house group leader’s wife’s.

To his joy and amazement, Marcia began to return the kiss, her hands placed on Dean’s neck, drawing him in more tightly. Dean was so excited, his initial thought was that he was surely going to come. What a letdown that would be, he thought! He was tremendously aware that he had a lot of work to do to bring Marcia around to a state of mind in which she saw him as more than a mere douchebag. He couldn’t afford any missteps, if his journey to redemption was to be completed. Okay, partial redemption, he realized, as images of the disdainful way in which she regarded him flooded his mind.

But different images were now occupying him, images that were far more flattering to his ego. Besides his ego, his cock had also experienced a major makeover – it was now rock hard, and he made sure that Marcia felt the full force of it against her loins. Soon, he realized with a gasp, it would be implanted in the midst of those same loins. But not too soon. He had so much else to give and, hopefully receive, before the ultimate prize was won.

Not far away on the same bed, Dean could hear his wife responding with the kind of ardour he himself couldn’t draw from her. Glancing in their direction, he saw that Connor was caressing her nipples with the merest touch of his tongue.

“Fuck!” she moaned. “That is so good!”

Moving one hand to Marcia’s perfect breast, Dean continued to kiss her, refusing to be drawn into a race with his friend. Remembering how languidly Marcia had seduced Jennifer in the living room, Dean decided to follow suit. If that was how Marcia liked to give pleasure, there was every chance, he thought, that that was also how she liked to receive it. He caressed her orb with the gentle care it deserved, intent now on reverencing her body rather than pillaging it.

Not only was he rewarded for his tender attentiveness to her needs; his reward surpassed his wildest dreams, as her hand sought out his penis, and began to massage it with a corresponding gentleness. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she offered him his own precum. Licking a mere fraction of it from her fingers, he offered the first fruit of his desire back to Marcia, rejoicing as she sucked it eagerly before returning for more.

This time, she was in no mood to share, swallowing his juice greedily, before kissing him with a passion that could no longer be mistaken. Resisting the temptation to shift his position so that he could enter what he knew would be ultra-receptive pussy, he slipped down to her chest and took time to survey her magnificent boobs. Both nipples were extended so far that he wasn’t sure they had any more mileage left in them. A quick glance at her pussy confirmed what he already knew – it was positively glistening with her juices. She wanted him inside her so badly. The knowledge put paid to the demons of insecurity that had assailed him for so long, and had the effect of slowing him down still further. His one ambition now was to make the magic last for ever.

Both men were now working the breasts which had driven them crazy for so long. While Connor’s tongue continued to pay homage to Jennifer’s jutting nipples, Dean avoided Marcia’s for now, still using his hands to caress her lovely mounds. All the while, Marcia’s hand was fondling his rampant column. Somehow she couldn’t get enough of it. The very fact that it was smaller than her husband’s began to turn her on something crazy. It was as if it were her toy, her plaything; and fast it was becoming her favourite plaything.

Still the precum was oozing from its head; and still she would quench her thirst on its special flavor, so much sweeter than her husband’s. She began to fantasize about the vast quantities of sperm that would be unleashed when he came. As she did so, she let her other hand drop to his scrotum and started to massage his balls.

“Aw!” breathed Dean, unable to stifle a response.

“You have so much to give me, don’t you, Dean?” Marcia whispered, but loud enough so that Jennifer and especially her husband could hear her.

“Yes,” he answered, almost mechanically.

“Do you like my nipples?” Marcia continued, her voice steady – as if she were feeling no emotion.

“Oh, yes!” Dean replied, pleased to have something to take his mind off the things that Marcia was doing with her hands.

“Then show me,” she demanded.

Chapter 26

Dean moved his fingers to her swollen nubs and began to massage them with the fingers of a concert pianist. He used just a single finger on each bud, attending to each in turn, and watching as they stiffened further under his touch.

How Marcia loved this new Dean! Her performance with Jennifer had not been wasted. She had indeed intended it as much for him as for his wife. So far, everything she had hoped to achieve had been achieved. She had always felt that he had it in him to be a sensitive lover. His own machismo and Jennifer’s haughty attitude towards him (and others, it had to be said) had held him back. Now it was payback time, and she was the one who would be the beneficiary!

On the other side of the bed, Jennifer had her fingers not on Connor’s penis, but inside her own cunt. She was becoming impatient to feel his sizeable weapon inside her. She signalled that impatience by pushing his head off her breasts and down to her centre. She realized that he would take this as a signal to eat her out, but she was okay with that. Maybe she would come, and maybe she wouldn’t, but the one guarantee was that he would soon be inside her, and that she would be experiencing the one orgasm she had been waiting for from the moment she had joined the church.

If the truth be told, Connor was a little disappointed at Jennifer’s approach to lovemaking; make that, making love to him, anyway. Not only did he feel he had a lot more to give; he was also painfully aware of the excellent job that Dean was doing on his wife. Even as he moved down to lick out Jennifer’s pussy (something he had been so looking forward to, but not in this way and at this speed), he looked across at the other couple, and what he saw only confirmed his misgivings.

Marcia had her eyes closed, but the look on her face was one of pure bliss. She had released her hold on Dean’s penis and had placed her hands behind her head. If only their roles could be reversed! Dean was adoring his wife’s breasts with long, slow sweeps of his tongue, the nipples standing impossibly tall, given they were still to receive any attention. How Marcia would respond when he finally brought his tongue to them was anybody’s guess.

With reluctance, Connor turned his eyes from the other couple and focused on his own challenge. That he could even conceive of the chance to eat Jennifer out as a challenge brought home the enormity of the situation. It was as well, given the circumstances, that her pussy sparkled like a jewel in front of him. He let his tongue run the full length of her glorious folds, and suddenly knew that he was back in business.

Jennifer was responding powerfully, urging him to bring her off. But even that response (sounding like an order from a queen to her vassal) checked his ardour once more. He wasn’t sure whether to stick or twist. Bring her off, and he would merely be feeding the monster; slow things down, and he would risk incurring her wrath. He realized that what he feared more than anything else was being humiliated in front of the other two.

Despite this, he decided he had to stick to his guns, to do what he thought was best for both of them. Let the devil take the hindmost! Opening her folds very gently with his fingers, he tentatively probed her vulva, eliciting a deep sigh. His sense of achievement was immediately put into perspective by the noises that Marcia began making not three feet away. Dean had clearly brought his tongue to her aching nipples.

It was against the unbroken soundtrack of the varied expressions of ecstasy that his wife was giving voice to that Connor had to do his best to bring Jennifer to something resembling the same state. How he wished he hadn’t gone along with the idea of four in a bed! Group sex had always held a tremendous fascination for him, but the reality of the experience was falling way short of fantasies he had harbored.

Notwithstanding all this, Connor was more determined than ever to abide by his principles, even as he let his tongue penetrate deeper into Jennifer’s luscious quim. Suddenly, the tide appeared to have turned, as Jennifer began writhing under his touch. Connor’s joy was short lived, though, as he looked up to see that Marcia had leant across the short gap between the women and was kissing Jennifer with an almost bestial passion. It was impossible to tell if she was doing this to gee Jennifer up or because she herself needed an outlet for the erotic feelings that were overwhelming her, but it was all the same to Connor. The effect of Marcia’s intervention had been to stoke the fires within Jennifer, and Connor was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Moving to her clit, he started licking it with a lust he had hitherto been unable to draw upon. As he felt Jennifer respond, he pushed his middle finger into her tight pussy, feeling her muscles draw it in further and clench it hard, as if they were afraid that he would withdraw it. Connor decided to go for broke. It was now or never, as far as bringing her off orally was concerned. His irritation with her undoubtedly fired him up and gave him added incentive. But, ultimately, it was his fine technique that took him over the line, as fingers and tongue made a seamless switch, and he was suddenly fingering her clit, while his tongue once more plumbed the depths of her vagina, but this time with an extraordinary intensity.

As Jennifer came, he knew he owed it at least in part to Marcia, who had already resumed her position on the bed, telling Dean to do the same for her as Connor had just done for Jennifer. Like a kid who’s just been told he can have the run of a candy store, Dean’s face lit up and he couldn’t resist kissing Marcia on the mouth. Perhaps this wasn’t the smartest move, in retrospect, as Marcia drew him in tightly and seemed unwilling to let him go, her teeth clashing with his, as her libido somersaulted at the thought of his tongue bringing her exquisite pleasure.

At the same time that Dean brought his mouth to Marcia’s sweet pussy, Connor was entering Jennifer. The sheer size of his tool took her breath away.

“Fuck! Fuck!” she groaned. “Oh my god, Connor! Don’t hurt me! Please, go easy on me.”

Music to his ears doesn’t begin to describe how Connor felt when he heard his manhood being described thus. Suddenly, it didn’t bother him at all that they were all together on the same bed.

“Group sex has such a wonderful dynamic,” he thought to himself. “I bet she’s never told Dean not to hurt her!”

If Connor had hoped that Dean (or for that matter Marcia) would be listening to the praise he was receiving, he was mistaken. From the moment Dean’s soft tongue landed on Marcia’s pussy, they were transported into another world. If Marcia thought what had gone before was good, she was running out of superlatives to describe the performance of the man she had always considered such a loser. If he were suddenly to leave her alone on the bed now, she knew who the loser would be.

Marcia’s soft moaning sounded so beautiful to Dean. He was used to Jennifer’s unresponsiveness, which he now realized (not for the first time) seriously impaired his performance. Not that Jennifer was proving unresponsive to Connor! If Dean hadn’t heard her the first time round, he would have needed to be deaf not to hear her now, as Connor started fucking her like a man possessed.

“Aw, fuck!” she cried. “Please go easy on me! I don’t think I can take your full length.”

Dean had certainly never heard anything like that pass his wife’s lips before.

“Give me everything you’ve got!” she continued, making Connor find another gear from somewhere, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Marcia couldn’t help but see and hear what was going on. The look on her husband’s face as he pulverized Jennifer was something she had never seen. The commentary Jennifer was keeping up, which had seemed phoney to Marcia at first, now had her believing it was anything but phoney. Jennifer was reaching out to Connor like a character in a B movie, her arms flailing about in an attempt to stop herself from falling into the abyss. It was to the abyss that she was headed – there could be no two ways about that, Marcia thought.

Sensing that Marcia was no longer focused on his ministrations, Dean came up for air and was confronted by the sight of his wife spiraling out of control. He was awestruck. He had never seen her lose herself like this in the act of sex before. She always held something back. But not this time. The look of reverie on her face was matched by the trance-like state into which Connor had been driven. She kept shouting at him, telling him at one moment to fuck her harder, at another, not to hurt her. Dean noticed that the latter injunction in particular was driving Connor to even greater efforts – the sweat now pouring from his face.

“Is that all you have got?” she taunted him, her eyes starting wildly from her face, her hands flailing out at his chest, and drawing blood when her nails made contact with his pecs.

It was extraordinary that neither of them had yet come. Marcia and Dean watched on as the metamorphosis in what had been a most pedestrian piece of lovemaking was completed. Connor, in particular, appeared to be in danger of losing his mind.

“Fuck you!” he roared at Jennifer – this woman he had so often fantasized about fucking, but never like this.

“Make me come!” Jennifer yelled back at him.

To the disinterested observer, the tone of her voice and the way her body had coiled up like a spring made it clear that she was already on that path and that there was no turning back. To Connor, however, nothing was clear. His mind had been scrambled and he was no longer in full control of his actions. He was pumping her like a dog pumps a bitch, and nothing appeared to be able to stop him.

Then Jennifer started to orgasm, and everything changed. It was as if the safety catch had been released. Connor’s weapon began to fire round after round of ammunition into the deep places of her vagina. As he released his load, he howled like a wolf, finally able to rid himself of the anger and frustration that had been welling up within him.

“Stay inside me!” cried Jennifer. “I want you to stay inside me for ever!”

Then, amazingly, she added (quite conscious of what she was saying), “I want you to fuck me again.”

Chapter 27

“Oh, right,” said Connor, clearly expecting to be given an opportunity to rest on his laurels, his penis having finally slunk out of Jennifer’s grasp.

“Is this the problem?” asked Jennifer, extending her hand and picking up his penis, which, even now when it was at half mast, was almost as big as her husband’s at full tilt.

“We don’t want to waste your precious juice, do we?” she said, pushing him onto the bed and stemming the steady flow of jism that was still issuing from his opening.

“Aw, fuck!” Connor sighed, as he felt her tongue on his member.

It was even better than he had dreamt of it being. This woman really knew how to give head. Within a minute or two he was hard, and worried that she would take that as a sign that he was ready for action. But Jennifer was no slavedriver. She knew that Connor needed a rest if he was to perform at his best. She’d give him the best blowjob he’d ever had in his life right in front of Marcia. If he came in the process, so be it. From the effect she was having on him, Jennifer was supremely confident that she would be able to make him perform again when she asked him to take her from behind. She’d caught him admiring her shapely ass so many times in the last year or so that the sight of it naked was bound to send him into raptures.

In the meantime, Dean had resumed his shift at Marcia’s pussy. He knew it would be a mistake to compete with Connor and try and rush things to a hasty orgasm. He needed to rediscover the rhythm that was working so well for Marcia, and let nature take its course. He needed to be super sensitive in his response to her so that they could become almost as one organism: one organism heading in the same destination.

With this in mind, he began licking her labia with long strokes, immediately receiving the reward of her praise and approbation. How far a little praise went, he thought, thinking of all the times it had been either silence or brickbats from Jennifer. But the simple truth was that Marcia had been knocked off her stride by Jennifer and Connor’s performance, specifically, by the effect that the former beauty queen had had on her husband. Of course, she knew that Connor had always lusted after her, but she thought it would be a case of “Wham! Bang! And thank you, madam!” when he finally got to fulfil his fantasy.

Now, Marcia felt she had miscalculated. Jennifer had the ability to move Connor at what appeared to be something deeper than a merely sexual level. There was a connection between the two of them – a connection Jennifer didn’t have with her own husband. As regards Connor, it was no surprise to Marcia that he got so much pleasure out of fucking Jennifer, but he seemed to be warming to her as a human being too – and that, right in front of his wife’s eyes!

As if aware of Marcia’s reflections, Jennifer shuffled about on the bed so that her ass was no more than 18 inches from Marcia’s face, so close that Marcia could see her husband’s semen leaking from her comely quim. The woman wasn’t just a prick tease, Marcia thought; she was a pussy tease, as well! She wasn’t going to let Marcia see what she was doing to her husband, but she was going to make sure that she heard the effect of her efforts, while letting her see the effect those efforts were having on her own sexual state.

As if Jennifer was reading Marcia’s mind, she placed a finger on her pussy and began to rub her swollen outer lips even as she started to deepthroat Marcia’s husband. One benefit for Marcia was that her own arousal went through the roof, resulting in her expression of appreciation of Dean’s efforts switching from heartfelt and polite to passionate and obscene.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Dean! Fuck me until you make me come!”

No sooner had she said this than she couldn’t help but notice the exaggerated way in which Jennifer’s moved her finger from her pussy lips and plunged it up to the knuckle in her squelching pussy, almost immediately to be joined by a second and then a third finger.

Marcia wanted to tell Jennifer just what she thought of her, then she wanted to move the short distance across the bed so she could eat her out. Then she wanted to plunge her fingers (make that her whole hand!) in her own pussy so she could experience an instantaneous orgasm. Finally, though, she contented herself with telling Dean to do his job properly and make her come.

Unaware of what was, in part, at least, causing Marcia to lose control, Dean very naturally assumed it was his own skills that had driven her to the edge. Thus it was that ignorance was to some degree responsible for bringing bliss to both Dean and Marcia. However it might have been achieved, the feeling Dean experienced when Marcia’s orgasm began to break around his face (which was buried deep in her pussy) was something that would live with him for the rest of his life.

Of more immediate importance in terms of the climax to their lovemaking, Dean believed his cock to be harder and longer than it had ever been before. The ramifications for the next phase of their lovemaking were enormous. Dean knew (knew beyond a shadow of a doubt) that Marcia would be unable to resist him for more than a few seconds once he had impaled her. He would therefore tease her a little bit, making her beg before he emptied himself inside her. Unwittingly, Marcia had happened upon a way that would all but guarantee her the orgasm which she feared she might otherwise have been denied on account of Dean’s shortcomings.

Jennifer was more turned on that she had ever been in her life. The combination of the response she was getting from Connor, as she took as much as she could of his pulsing column in her mouth, and the effect she could hear she was having on Marcia, as she drove Dean on to levels of performance she (Jennifer) was never on the receiving end of nowadays, was priming her for one final encounter.

Her initial plan when she started to blow Connor was that she wouldn’t let him come, but that plan had been jettisoned when she realized how much she enjoyed wrestling with his monster, and when she reflected on the fact it might be months before she had the chance to come to grips with it again.

Anyway, just listening to the sounds he made as she worked on his baton made all the effort worthwhile. He just couldn’t stop telling her how good she was. How tempted Jennifer was to ask him if she was better than his wife! But she resisted doing so, aware that drawing attention to the fact that he was sharing his bed with another woman (in the presence of his wife!) might prove a big turn-off. It was better to keep him in a make-belief world where no boundaries existed and no one ever got hurt by the actions of anyone else.

“Aw, fuck!” Connor cried out, caring not a jot that he might have nothing left to give Jennifer, as his jism shot down her throat.

“You naughty boy!” said Jennifer teasingly, as she slurped at Connor’s rapidly deflating cock.

“I only wanted to make you nice and big so you could make me feel good again. Never mind, I guess we can watch the others.”

“Come here!” said Connor, the embers of his passion fanned into flame by the blonde’s tantalizing manner. “I’ll teach you to be such a prick-tease at your age!”

Holding her tight, he kissed her passionately, removing her hand when it attempted to find his limp cock. Making sure that her hands were round his neck, he let his own hands find her shapely ass, moving a finger to her asshole. Jennifer wouldn’t have believed that the sex could get any better, but it was! And she didn’t need to touch his cock, anyway. It was extending itself against her stomach like a telescope in double quick time. The thought of fucking her in the ass was obviously as much of a turn-on to Connor as it was to her.

While Marcia was following proceedings adjacent to her with great interest, Dean was utterly oblivious to them. Well, wouldn’t you be, if one of the two remaining items on your sexual bucket-list was about to be chalked off?

“Tell me if you feel any pain,” Dean said to Marcia, as he lined his throbbing phallus up at the entry to her pussy.

“I will,” said Marcia gratefully. “Just take it easy with me, at least at first until I get used to it.”

“Sure,” said Dean, the very ideal of a gentleman.

“Why don’t you lift your legs so I can reach all your spots?” he said.

Marcia did as he asked, putting her hands round her ankles for good measure and opening herself wide for him. She thought Dean would appreciate the gesture, slutty though it was. “Appreciate” hardly begins to describe the effect the action had on Dean, although slutty never entered his mind. For Dean, what this simple act signified was that Marcia wanted to show Dean that she regretted her part in the humiliation that had resulted in him being forced to have sex with Daryl. She was offering an olive branch, and it lay with him whether that token was accepted or not.

“I forgive you,” Dean spoke softly to himself, showing that his mercy was genuine by driving his distended dart deep into her womanhood.

“Oh, fuck!” shouted Marcia, taken by surprise not by the length of Dean’s equipment but by the suddenness of his attack.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said, his voice shot through with the sincerity of his remorse. “It was the effect you have on me. I’m sorry. I should have been more gentle, more sensitive to your needs.”

“It feels okay now,” said Marcia, getting into the spirit of things. “You don’t need to hold back.”

Seeing the look of concern on his face, she swiftly added, “I promise.”

Taking Marcia at her word, Dean adjusted his position so that he could drive himself even deeper into Marcia and returned to the attack. Once more, there was no pretence of finesse, as Dean started thrusting his bolt into Marcia’s hole and concentrated on building up the pace little by little. At the back of his mind, there always remained the worry that Marcia would come early under his assault. He knew he must think not of his own needs, but only of hers, if their lovemaking was to reach the heights that he had envisaged for it for all these months.

“Oh god, don’t stop!”

Marcia had managed to punctuate her moans with this comment, which never failed to have an effect on the male psyche, especially one as limited as Dean’s. He was like an astronaut freewheeling through space, one whose oxygen line has been jettisoned. He was breathing, yes, but no longer in any conventional way. A rich ether was infusing him with all the pneuma he required.

What is more, he had transported Marcia with him. She could feel the first tremors of an orgasm which promised to unmake her.

“I can’t take any more!” she yelled, without a trace of insincerity, as the tremors gave way to full-blown convulsions.

Dean’s cock twitched violently inside Marcia, then his whole body went in spasm as he unburdened himself of years of frustration. The only sound he made was a prolonged sigh as he felt his seed impregnate his ideal woman. In contrast, Marcia was singing a celestial song that owed nothing to a songwriter’s pen. Against all the odds, she had found satisfaction (no, something far more than that) through the agency of a man whom she had dismissed as nothing more than a joke.

Connor and Jennifer listened with awe mixed with incredulity until Marcia’s climax had finally wound down. Releasing the grip on her ankles, she lay back on the bed, utterly spent. Dean was still inside her. Incredibly, he was still hard. They watched on as he started to rock back and forth inside her, slowly but with obvious intent. It wasn’t long before Marcia began to respond, cooing softly. She had never experienced anything like this before. Usually, the man would be asleep by now.

“I want to give you more,” said Dean, calm and excited at the same time.

Marcia looked at him (really at him – not through him, as was her custom) and merely nodded. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, but was now acutely aware of the presence of the other two, who had stopped everything and were watching his every move, each over their shoulder, as if frozen in time.

Jennifer felt Connor’s cock hardening against her, then wedge itself just below her asshole. She could also feel her juices oozing from her vagina. She imagined Connor entering her anus while Dean plugged her other opening. Marcia lay beneath her, offering herself to her and begging her to drink her fill of her own juices, mixed with Dean’s sperm.

“Another day, perhaps,” Jennifer told herself, as Dean kissed Marcia’s breasts.

Marcia stroked Dean’s sandy hair, and began to purr as he slid his member back and forth inside her.

“Fuck me like that,” Jennifer told Connor.

Thinking she meant her vagina, Connor moved the tip of his pulsing organ to her gaping quim, but was checked by Jennifer, who told him to return whence he had come.

“Now show me how much I mean to you,” said Jennifer, turning her head so that all she could perceive of the other couple’s lovemaking were the sounds they were making.

Connor gently pushed his penis against Jennifer’s tiny opening, but to no effect.

“It’s okay,” said Jennifer. “I can take you.”

Marcia watched as her husband strained his sinews and tried to force entry. Still, Jennifer’s most sacred place denied entry to the one who was bidden to invade her.

“Don’t disappoint me, Connor,” she said softly. “It is yours.”

Hampered by the increased swelling that the effect of her words and the whole situation was creating, Connor applied more pressure until he felt the head of his penis breach her defences.

“Fuck! Yes!” gasped Jennifer.

Although he had a foot in the door, he hesitated to go any further. Only his glans had penetrated her, and that was the narrowest part of his member. He was unable to conceive of a scenario in which even half of his penis could be accommodated inside her fragile opening.

When he started to explain his dilemma to her, she cut him off, angrily telling him that she wasn’t interested in his excuses. If he didn’t find her attractive any more, he could wait till Dean had brought pleasure to Marcia once again and then fuck her! Normally, the mildest of men, Connor bridled at the harsh words Jennifer was using, and, his blood boiling, rammed his cock into her ass.

“Aaargh!” Jennifer cried.

“Fucking bitch!” Connor muttered to himself, as he began to pump his thick shaft in and out of her glory hole.

Now it was Jennifer’s turn to fill the air with sound. Rather than causing Dean or Marcia to lose their focus, Jennifer’s performance took them to a new level – one which in all truth they needed to reach if they were to hit the peaks again.

“Fuck me in the ass!’ Marcia barked at Dean, who didn’t need a second invitation.

Flipping her over, he did Marcia the courtesy of rimming her anus with his tongue to prep her for the main event. On the point of telling him to dispense with preliminaries, Marcia found she was enjoying the experience far too much to curtail it.

“Lick it harder!” she told him.

Like a puppet on a string, Dean obeyed her instantly, using his hands to part her ass cheeks as wide as they would go.

“Fuck me now!” Marcia spat at him, her libido still every bit as powerful as it had been when she was making out with Jennifer.

Not to be outdone, Jennifer, who knew she was not far from coming, told Connor to fuck her harder. Beads of sweat matting his hair to his forehead, Connor complied, aghast at the fact that Jennifer had been able to take nearly his entire length.

It was a race now to see who would climax first. Jennifer had had the head start, but Marcia had a much smoother passage, as Dean’s smaller tool fitted her like a glove. In the event, appropriately enough after an evening of passionate mutual lovemaking, the two women came almost simultaneously, closely followed by their respective partners, who each memorialized the moment with a cry of triumph.

At Jennifer’s insistence, Dean would spend the night in Marcia’s arms, while she and Connor would share the guest room.

“It’s not just about sex, is it?” she said in that simple way of hers.

Before first light, though, Connor had returned to his room and taken his place beside Marcia, Dean heading in the opposite direction to take his place beside Jennifer. By the time they headed downstairs for a very late breakfast, each couple had reaffirmed their bond to one another – a bond which would surely be tested in the future, but which would now be all but impossible to break.

THE END