The Young Wife

      Carol Duncan sighed heavily as she carried the large load of
dirty clothes from their bedroom to their apartment's downstairs
laundry room.  Art was away playing tennis somewhere again, the
second day in a row, forcing her to spend yet another weekend alone.
This wasn't the way she'd imagined it when they talked of how happy
they'd be once they were married and living out on their own.  These
days it seemed as if all she was was a slave, not a beautiful young
housewife.  Maybe she should have listened to her mother's warning
about getting married so young.  At 18 she could barely vote, and
wasn't even old enough to drink in her own state yet.  What had
happened to all the fun she and Art used to have?  He hardly ever
paid attention to her anymore, and they almost never went out these
days.  Art was too busy playing tennis, and when he was home he was
too tired to do anything.  And they'd been so happy in the
beginning.

      Sighing again, Carol remembered how exciting their honeymoon
had been.  Always a  good girl, Carol had managed somehow to remain
a virgin until their wedding night, and she was so happy she had.
The honeymoon, especially that first night, was everything she'd
dreamed it would be.  She adored having guilt free sex with her
loving husband.   Art had taken his time with her, not forcing
himself on her until she was ready.  It had hurt, at first, when
he'd broken through her virgin cherry, but after that, and for the
remainder of the week, sex had been glorious... wonderful...
incredibly exciting.

      And then the honeymoon ended.  Art went back to work,
traveling frequently, away from home for two or three days at a time
while Carol was left with little more to do than watch TV soap
operas or read romance novels, her favorites.  Now that she'd
experienced the real joys of sex, it was hard to go without it.
Their lovemaking had awakened something deep inside her, and now
that she knew how much fun "fucking" was, she wanted it all the
time.  With Art gone so much she'd even taken lately to resuming
masturbating, something that made her feel immensely guilty
afterward, as though she were cheating on Art somehow.  But she just
couldn't help it.  Could she?  And lately she kept getting these
terribly naughty urges, especially when she masturbated, to do nasty
things for excitement.

      Like right now.  The sudden wave of horniness that overtook
Carol shocked her.  She had reached the dimly lit laundry room, and
was emptying out their dirty clothes when one of Art's soiled jock
straps fell into her hands.  Carol studied it, then, looking around
to make sure no one else was there watching her, slowly brought the
smelly jock up to her nose.  She inhaled, deeply, letting the
strong, acrid scent of Art's ball sweat jolt her senses.  Suddenly
her pussy was wet, very wet, and she had an intense desire to
masturbate right there in the laundry room.  Somehow, she managed to
fight off the sensation, but when Art got home she was going to
attack him.  They hadn't fucked all weekend long, and she just HAD
to have it soon or she'd go crazy.

      "Hi babe, what's for dinner?" Art asked, breezing into the
kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge.  God he was handsome, his
tall, lean athletic body glowing with a coating of sweat over his
dark, even tan.  She loved him so much, yet it seemed as though he
hardly noticed her any more.

      "Art, do you still think I'm pretty?" Carol asked, brushing
back the locks of her long, curly blond hair from her face.  She
knew she didn't have breasts as big as Art liked, but she did have a
great body, with lush thighs, great legs, and a terrific, tight ass
to go with her sexy bedroom eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips.
She also knew a lot of other men noticed her, even if Art didn't
these days.  Sometimes when she went out to read by the apartment
complex pool she felt men staring at her, and although it made her
feel guilty, she did have to admit it turned her on.  Sometimes, in
fact, it turned her on so much she would "accidentally" give the men
a glimpse of her young, naked breasts by leaning down under the
pretense of picking up her suntan lotion or something. causing her
bikini top fell away from her tits and expose them.  Lately Carol
found herself doing things like that quite often, and it bothered
her enormously, but her urges to do things like that were so st!
rong she couldn't resist them.

      "Pretty?" Art asked, confused.  "Well, sure, babe.  Of course
I do," he answered.

      "Then why don't you pay more attention to me, sweetheart?"
Carol purred, sliding up next to her husband, feeling the heat from
his sweaty body.

      "Geez, Carol, I do.  All the time.  Didn't I just buy you that
nice flower vase you were asking for?" Art said, sounding hurt.

      "Well yes, baby, you did, but I'm talking about... well... you
know... sex," Carol said, the strong masculine scent from Art's body
turning her on.  She felt her pussy growing damp, and her nipples
suddenly seemed to be made of steel.  Although she had smallish
breasts, barely filling her 34B cup bra, she did have nice large
nipples, something Art had always said he loved.

      "Oh baby, hey, look, you know I love you, but jeez, Carol, we
had to go three sets, with tie breakers in all three before we
finally won.  I'm just too fucking tired to fuck today, babe," Art
grinned.

      "Oh Art, please.  I wish you wouldn't use that kind of
language in front of me.  You know I don't like it," Carol scowled.

      "What, fuck?  Well shit, Carol, I thought that's what you were
talking about.  Wasn't it?" Art asked, confused again.

      "YES, Art, it is what I was talking about, but you don't have
to be so crude about it.  Oh never mind," Carol said, turning her
back on him, walking over to the counter where she was preparing
dinner.

      "Geez, what's gotten into you lately," Art mumbled, leaving to
take his shower.

	"Not much," Carol whispered to herself.  "Not much at all."

      It was the next morning, a blue Monday, and Art had left for
another three day business trip, trying as best he could to earn a
living for them as an industrial products  salesman.  He earned a
good living for his age, 22, but still, Carol missed him desperately
when he was away.

      "Might as well go sit by the pool again," she groused, pulling
on her pink bikini, then grabbing her book bag containing her latest
romance novel, sun tan oil, sun glasses and towel.  It was a
beautiful day, and she noticed that the pool was a little more
crowded today than usual, especially for a Monday morning.  

      Selecting a chaise lounge chair near the deep end of the pool,
away from the kiddies, Carol laid out her towel across the chair,
then proceeded to put sun screen on her arms, legs, and stomach.  As
she rubbed the warm oil into her body, Carol felt the urge to reach
down inside her bikini bottom and touch herself.  Of course, she
couldn't, but the urge was strong, and she knew she was going to
have to masturbate when she went back inside.  Perhaps because she
was daydreaming about what it was going to feel like when she
touched herself, his voice was doubly startling to her when it
interrupted her thoughts.

      "Need some help with that?" the man asked.  Carol jumped, and
he laughed, apologizing for scaring her.

      "I... I didn't hear you sit down," Carol blushed, embarrassed.
He was much older than she or Art, perhaps in his mid-forties, but
still quite handsome, with a well toned body, rugged good looks, and
friendly smile.

      "Sorry I startled you," he said.  "My name's Bill.  And here
comes my wife, Betty."  

      Carol looked up at the striking brunette as she approached.
She was beautiful, with the kind of body Art adored... large
breasts, firm stomach, nice legs, and with full but not overly plump
ass.  The kind of woman Art said "had some meat on her bones."  God
how she hated that expression, like a woman was some kind of cow or
something.

      "Hello.  I'm Betty.  I see you've met Romeo here," she
grinned, slapping her husband playfully.  "Don't come on to her too
strong just yet, darling.  At least wait until you know her a
little, okay, Bill?" she grinned.  "He's incorrigible," Betty said.
"I think his cock gets hard every time he sees a young blonde,
especially one as pretty as you."

      Carol was stunned.  How could a perfect stranger talk like
that to someone she'd just met, and in front of her own husband, no
less.  Trying to recover from her shocked reaction, Carol stammered,
"Oh he... he wasn't... ah... coming on to me.  He was just being
polite."

      "Yeah, sure," Betty smirked, winking at Carol.  "He's a real
gentleman, aren't you, sweetie," she said, stretching across Bill's
thigh, suddenly leaning down to bite him playfully on the thigh just
inches from his cock.

      "Hey, cut that out.  That's NOT what I mean when I tell you to
eat me, you little witch," Bill laughed.

      Suddenly Carol felt her face turning crimson.  When Betty had
leaned over her husband, Carol naturally looked down to where she
was playfully nibbling on her husband's thigh, but instead of seeing
his thigh, what she saw was a huge bulge, clearly his cock, encased
in the skimpiest pair of satin Speedo briefs she'd ever seen.  Bill
noticed her staring at his cock, and shifted uncomfortably before
actually reaching down inside his swim suit to reposition the
monster so it seemed to run all the way up the length of his suit
toward his navel.

      "Will you stop playing with that thing!" Betty teased again.
"God!  Men!  Can't take them anywhere without them embarrassing you,
right, Carol?"  

      "I... I... ah, yes, that's right," she mumbled, quickly
turning her gaze away from the obviously semi-erect cock in Bill's
swim suit.

      "I guess you haven't lived here too long, huh?" Betty asked.
"We've been away.  We love to travel, and just got back from an
extended around the world cruise.  God what a fun trip," Betty
sighed.

      "Wow!  That's quite a cruise.  Something like that must cost a
fortune," Carol said.  Then, immediately apologizing, added, "I... I
didn't mean to pry.  It's just that-"

      "Hey, no problem," Bill said.  "You're looking at one of
Georgia's few and far between big time lottery winners.  We hit it
pretty lucky, so I sold my business, and now I'm retired.  And do we
ever love it, don't we, dear," Bill said, leaning back, stretching
his arms above his head.  Carol found herself once again stealing a
quick peek at his huge cock, and the instant she looked at it again,
suddenly her pussy was flooded with hot juice.  To make matters
worse, when she looked up at Betty, Betty was staring at her.  She'd
seen Carol looking at Bill's cock.  Mortified, Carol felt her face
turning crimson.

      "Bill bought this scandalous suit on the cruise ship.  All the
Europeans wear them, but around here we don't see too many like it.
I told him not to wear it out here, but I believe his exact words
were something like, 'fuck it - it they don't want to see my dick,
they don't have to look at it.'  Or something like that."  Grinning
at Carol's obvious discomfort, Betty continued, "Oh, dear, I've
embarrassed you, haven't I, Carol.  I'm sorry.  I guess on the
cruise we became accustomed to saying pretty much anything that was
on our minds."

      "And doing it, too," Bill smirked.  "Jesus, what a fucking
orgy cruise," he sighed, again casually reaching down to scratch his
monstrous cock.  "Ahh, well... it's over now, but Jesus did we have
a blast, right babe?" he grinned.

      "Bill.  Shut up," Betty said, pretending to scowl.  Then,
turning to Carol, she said, "Carol... be a dear and help me put this
oil on my back, okay?"  Handing Carol the bottle of suntan oil,
Betty pulled the straps of her bikini top down over her shoulders.
Her huge tits seemed to remain suspended where they were, as though
they were made of plastic or something.  Then Carol realized they
just might be artificial.  She'd heard of implants, of course, but
had never known anyone to have done something like that.  But
still... she couldn't help staring at Betty's bulbous breasts, and
when some of oil spilled down over Betty's shoulders, without
thinking Carol reached down and rubbed it into the upper part of
Betty's tits.  My God... they WERE silicone implants.  Then,
realizing she was massaging oil into Betty's tits, Carol jerked her
hand away, almost as though she had touched a hot stove.

      Laughing, Betty said, "In case you're wondering, yes, you're
right.  They're implants.  Bill has always liked large tits, and
when we won the lottery I decided to do something about it."

      "It worked, too, didn't it, babe," Bill grinned proudly.
"Betty was the hit of the cruise, especially when she went topless."

	"Topless?  I... you mean--" Carol stammered.

      "Yes, darling.  Topless," Betty cooed.  "Have you ever done
it, Carol?  The first time is such a wonderful feeling.  To lie on
your back, half naked, in front of what feels like the entire world,
with everyone looking at your naked tits.  God it made me hot.
Frankly, I loved it," Betty sighed.  "Wish we could do it around
here, too," she added.

      "I wish Carol would," Bill teased.  "From what I can see of
her she's got perfect breasts.  Ahhh, youth.  Must be nice," Bill
said, closing his eyes before Carol could respond.

      Her pussy was positively boiling now, and she knew she had to
do something about it or she would actually come right in front of
these strangers.  Getting up, she said something about cooling off,
walking quickly to the edge of the pool, where she dove in, swimming
the entire length of the pool underwater before swimming back again
in a slow, perfect Australian crawl.  When she returned to her
chaise chair, Betty said, "You're a wonderful athlete, Carol.  Quite
the swimmer.  Is that how you keep that young body of yours so
perfectly toned?"

      "I... I guess so," Carol said, blushing again.  My God, she'd
just climbed out of the cool water, and already she was getting hot
again, and to make matters worse, she knew the water had made her
large nipples hard.  Bill was staring at them, and out of the corner
of her eye Carol saw his cock suddenly twitch, then begin to grow
hard.  She turned to stare at it, unable to keep from looking at it
as it grew slowly in Bill's suit.  She knew she mustn't look at it
any longer, but she was totally powerless to turn away.  She was
fascinated by not only the length of the huge cock, but by the width
of it as well.

      Watching as the young housewife stared at his growing cock,
Bill again reached down inside his suit to adjust it, only now it
was so large the large head of his cock began to poke out over the
top of the suit.  "Jesus, sorry, Carol.  I guess I shouldn't wear
this suit around beautiful young women with big nipples.  I can't
help it, but you've really turned me on.  Guess you better hand me a
towel to cover up with, Betty," Bill said reluctantly.

      "NO!  I... I mean... it's my fault for staring at you.
Don't... you... you don't have to cover up because of me.  I... I'll
try not to stare at it.  I mean at you," Carol stammered again, so
hot now she just HAD to squeeze her thighs together, over and over,
slowly, the intense feelings of unexplored sexuality so powerful now
she couldn't deny them.  She'd felt urges to do nasty things before,
of course, especially lately, but never any as strong as this.  And
Bill's wife didn't even seem to mind that her husband was letting
another women see the tip of his naked cock.  Carol was confused...
hot... and unsure of how to handle the situation.

      "I think we've had enough sun for a while," Betty said.
"Carol, why don't you come over and join us for lunch.  You're all
alone, aren't you?"

      "Yes," Carol breathed, trying to come up with an excuse to
avoid joining them.  She just HAD to go home and masturbate.  She
HAD to, or she'd go MAD!  "But I-"

      "No buts about it, honey.  You're coming with us.  We have
some delicious cold crab and lobster, and I'll whip up a salad that
you'll want to die for," Betty said, getting up, gathering up their
things.  "Come on.  Won't take no for an answer, will we, Bill."

      "No way, Jose," he laughed.  "Guess you'll find out sooner or
later, Carol, but when Betty makes up her mind to something, you
might as well pack your tent and give in.  Come on.  I'll open a
bottle of wine for lunch.  I found the most delicious Chardonney
this week, and I've been looking for an excuse to open it."

      Without wanting to, Carol found herself tagging along with
Bill and Betty, following them into their luxuriously appointed
condo.  It was much larger than the one Carol and Art were living
in, and Carol admired the beautiful artifacts that filled the place.

      "Come on out in the kitchen," Betty said.  Carol did, and in
minutes found herself sipping the deliciously dry, nut and honey
flavored crisp white wine Bill had poured for her.

      "Hmmm.  This IS good," Carol said, enjoying the effects the
wine was having on her empty stomach.

      "Carol, why don't you take off that wet suit.  You'll catch a
chill sure as anything," Betty said.  "Come with me.  I'll get you a
robe to put on."  Again, against her will, but unable to find any
way to resist, the young blonde found herself following the older
brunette into the bedroom, where Betty handed Carol a short, thin
satin robe to wear.  The robe was a very sexy shocking pink in
color, and as soon as she handed it to Carol, Betty started to
disrobe in front of the younger woman.

      "Don't mind me, sweetie," she said as she peeled off her
bikini, revealing the huge silicone breasts.  "I'm not shy, so you
don't have to worry about it either.  Go ahead now.  Take off that
wet suit."  As she spoke, Betty began to remove the lower part of
her bikini pulling it slowly down over her thighs, then her knees,
stepping out of it as Carol watched, stunned.  She couldn't ever
remember seeing another woman totally naked before, and when she saw
Betty's totally bare, shaved cunt, she gasped.

	"Oh my!" 

      Laughing, Betty said, "Yeah, I know.  It's a stupid thing to
do.  Itches like hell a lot of the time, but Bill likes me smooth.
Says it makes it more fun to eat me that way.  Go on, Carol.  Get
undressed now, and put that robe on.  I'm hungry.  Let's go eat."

      Fumbling nervously for the tie behind her suit, Carol heard
Betty saying, "Here, let me help you."  The next thing she knew,
Betty was standing behind her, untying Carol's top, then removing
it.  My God, she's undressing me, and I'm allowing it, Carol thought
to herself as she felt the wet top being pulled from her body.  Then
she felt Betty's fingers untyping the bows at the sides of Carol's
bikini, and felt the bottom of her suit disappearing as well.
Naked, and shivering, Carol quickly pulled on the satin robe, aware
that it made her already erect nipples seem to stand out even more.

      "You're beautiful, Carol.  Do you know that?" Betty breathed
in Carol's ear.  "God you're beautiful."  Carol felt Betty lean
forward, felt her warm breath on Carol's neck.  And then her lips.
Betty kissed Carol's neck, softly, tenderly, for just a moment, and
then was tugging Carol's hand, pulling her toward the kitchen.

      "Lunch time," Betty sang out, as Carol followed, her pussy
filled with a raging, molten heat the likes of which she'd never
know before.

      In the kitchen, Bill was still wearing the scandalous bikini,
but his cock had softened.  Was that a wet spot where the tip of his
cock was touching the suit, Carol wondered, staring at the thick
cock again.  It was!  His cock had leaked a little pre-cum juice out
of it, and it made the front of his suit glisten obscenely.  It also
made Carol's pussy incredibly wet, so wet, she had to sit down
before it began running out of her pussy and down her legs.  Her
heart was beating like never before, and somehow Carol sensed her
life was about to change.

      Lunch was delightful.  The seafood salad was delicious, and
after Carol's third glass of the wonderful wine, she was feeling
giddy.  She was also beginning to feel awfully uninhibited.

      "So did you go topless on shipboard, too?" Carol asked,
grinning happily.

      Bill and Betty looked at each other for a moment.  Then Betty
said, "Well... I didn't on deck.  But during some of the parties in
the cabins things got a little wild and we did there a few times."

      "You... you mean you... you took off your top at a party in
somebody's cabin?" Carol asked, once again stunned by Betty's
confession.

      "We did a hell of a lot more than that, Carol," Bill said
quietly.  "And it was fucking wonderful."

      "Like... like what?" Carol asked, afraid of the answer, but
dying to hear it.

      "We swapped spouses, Carol," Betty said.  "You know?  Wife
swapping...  Swinging...."

      "In other words, Carol," Bill continued for his wife.  "I
watched while other men fucked Betty, and I fucked their wives while
they were fucking her.  It was fantastic."

      "Oh God, no!" Carol gasped.  "How... how COULD you?  How could
you let your wife fu... I mean, make love to another man?  And you
WATCHED her doing it?"

      "Damn right, kid.  Made my cock a hell of a lot harder than it
is right now, too," Bill said, drawing Carol's attention to his once
again rock hard prick.  The head of his cock was poking out over the
top of the elastic edge of the suit again, and this time he made no
attempt to try to hide it.

      "Jesus, Bill, you look like you're about ready to come," Betty
laughed.

      "Well fuck, I am.  What do you expect, babe?  You bring this
gorgeous, YOUNG, perfect hard body here... dress her in a thin robe
with nothing under it but her tits, ass, and pussy, and you expect
this not to get hard?" Bill said, reaching down inside his suit to
grasp his cock, squeezing it, suddenly bringing it out of his suit
for them both to see.  Carol knew she had to do something... knew if
she didn't get out of there that very moment she would explode from
the nasty thoughts running through her mind, but she was unable to
move.  Bill was removing his suit now, stepping out of it, walking
slowly toward her.  Suddenly aware that her robe had fallen open,
Carol noticed that her naked tits were on display for him, but
suddenly she no longer cared.  She was mesmerized by the huge cock.
She'd never seen anything like it, and when he quietly offered it to
her lips, she opened her mouth and let him slide the cock inside.  

      For the first time in her life, she was kissing a cock.
Although Art had asked her to do it to him a few times, she had
angrily refused, saying she wasn't "that kind of girl."  But now she
was, and the feelings that swept over her as she sucked the huge
cock were so powerful, so exciting, she suddenly felt herself
coming.

      "Oh Godddddd!" she gasped, unable to stop her fingers from
reaching down between her thighs, unable to stop them as they began
rubbing her swollen clit, unable to stop the waves of ecstasy that
swept over her as her orgasm began rocking her body.  "Ohhh...
ohhh... ohhh...." she moaned, repeatedly.  Somehow, the waves of
pleasure just kept on coming, and as they did, something inside
Carol snapped.  She grasped the cock, jerking it off as she sucked
it, suddenly wanting it to come, to splash hot cum all over her
mouth and lips and face.

      "Jesus, she's like a vacuum sweeper.  God DAMN what a hot
cocksucker," Bill groaned, feeling his cum bubbling up from his
balls, feeling it suddenly shooting out the end of his cock and into
Carol's mouth.

      "OH YES, DO IT, FUCK ME, FUCK MY MOUTH... COME ALL O V E R
MEEEEEEE!" Carol screamed, pulling the cock from her mouth, letting
spurt after spurt of hot cum splash onto her lips and cheeks and
chin and tits, until finally, the cock stopped shooting.  She put it
back in her mouth, then, sucking lovingly, slowly, tasting his cum,
until finally he begged her to let him go... to release him from her
eager, sucking mouth.

      Carol lay back in the kitchen chair, exhausted, totally spent,
her legs wantonly spread, displaying her open, wet cunt as the cum
ran down her chin and onto her shoulders.  She knew what had just
happened could never be repeated if she wanted to save her marriage,
yet in a strange, perverted way, she did want it to happen again.
Over and over again.  And she wanted something else, too.  She
wanted to feel that enormous cock filling her tight, young pussy.
She wanted Bill to... to FUCK her, and she knew, now that she'd
begun to think about it, now that the thought had been planted in
her brain, that somehow she would just have to make it happen....

