The Wife's Young Lover

CHAPTER TEN

Clyde had waited long enough.

He lumbered up the sidewalk, trying to look nonchalant, a big brawny man totally out of place in that suburban neighborhood – a heavy hairy man, the absolute antithesis of the smooth-skinned young boys for whom Marlene creamed. But Clyde didn't have to appeal to her. Clyde had the leverage of blackmail.

He passed through the garage, down the walkway and into the kitchen. He paused by the door, and even from there he could hear Marlene whimpering and Billy panting and the bed rocking rhythmically to their horizontal gavotte. His eyes gleamed in anticipation. His face was bestial with lust.

He followed those sounds of lust to the bedroom.

Gazing in from the doorway, Clyde grinned fiendishly as he saw the shoeshine boy humping away between Marlene's widespread thighs, into her cum-drenched pussyhole.

He thought it was only fair to let the boy get his rocks off before he burst in upon them – for in his limited way, Clyde was a fair-minded fellow.

Why, that little lad can really pop the old rag, he thought. I guess maybe he's really my kid, after all!

Then he saw the camera where Charles had left it, forgotten, on the dresser.

It was too good a chance to pass up. Clyde tiptoed into the room. Marlene's vision was blocked by Billy's heaving torso. Billy was turned away from the door. Neither of them noticed the man sneaking in. He picked up the camera and found that it was all set to go. Fate was truly being kind to him. He got the camera up and waited. Billy was fucking faster and starting to whine.

Billy shot up her cunt.

Marlene came with him again. The camera went off, bulb flashing brilliantly, but both Billy and Marlene, as they came, had flashing skyrockets exploding in their minds and seething infernos in their bellies and the flash of the bulb did not register against the flaring background of their combined passion.

The Polaroid film slid out.

Clyde snatched it out of the camera and, not waiting for it to develop, tossed it onto the dresser. He put the camera down beside it. There would be time enough later to use that incriminating picture to blackmail her for money.

At the moment, Clyde was more interested in getting some of that sweet pussy.

He walked up to the bed.

"Aha!" he said.

Billy blanched and Marlene looked stunned.

"Who in hell are you?" she asked.

"Aw, jeez… that's my father," Billy said. Then, because he was furious that the man had interrupted them, he looked sullen and added, "Maybe he's my father."

Marlene breathed a sigh of relief. For a horrible moment she had suspected that it might be a private detective hired by her husband.

She said, "What do you want?"

"Cunt," he said.

"Not my cunt, you horrid hairy adult!"

"Head, too. I know you sucked the boy off and I saw you fucking him and if you don't put out for me, I'm gonna tell your husband about it."

"Oh, Christ," Marlene said. "You disgusting swine."

Billy looked like he might take a swing at Clyde.

But Clyde held all the cards. He shrugged his massive shoulders, smirking.

"What's it gonna be, lady?"

Marlene considered the situation.

She certainly did not want to fuck this brawny brute. He was exactly the opposite of what she liked, but she didn't see that she had much choice. She couldn't take a chance that he might actually tell Charles about her sins. And after all, it was no big thing. She was no virgin, ho innocent girl about to be raped or depraved. It could have been worse, too. Marlene was a logical clear-thinking woman and she figured she would rather be blackmailed for pussy – which was free – than to have him demand money.

She said, "I'll probably vomit… but I guess I have to let that pig have me, Billy."

"Aw, jeez," the boy said.

Clyde beamed.

"Can I fuck Billy again afterwards?" she asked.

Clyde, a generous fellow, said, "Yeah, sure." He was thinking he might take some more pictures.

"Well, let's get it over with," said Marlene. Billy pulled his cock out of her cunt and got off the bed, looking most distraught. But the horny youth brightened. He had no claims on her, after all, her being a married woman and all. And it might be sort of exciting to watch her fuck his father – maybe his father – as long as he knew that he was going to get to fuck her again afterwards.

He hunkered down to watch.

Clyde tore his clothing off. Marlene grimaced with distaste when she saw his big hairy chest and bulging belly, so vastly different from Billy's smooth slim torso.

But when she saw his cock, her eyes gleamed.

His prick was bigger than Billy's, a robust pecker with a swollen knob, hard as a crowbar and pulsating with vitality. Marlene thought that maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all. She thought about it, in fact, exactly the same way that Billy was thinking about it. It might be exciting to fuck the father while the son watched, as long as she could have some more of Billy's sweet young pecker afterwards.

She actually managed to smile at Clyde.

"Don't worry, Billy," she said. "I don't really mind."

That thrilled Clyde, pride and prick. He knelt on the bed and twisted his big fist in her golden hair.

"Suck it," he rasped.

His coarseness didn't trouble Marlene, who was inordinately fond of sucking dick anyhow. When he pulled her head to his cock she went down willing enough. Her lips pursed at the tip, then slowly parted as she took the swollen knob into her mouth. She sucked. Her cheeks drew in concave indentations around the meaty mouthful.

She was happy to discover that despite his unkempt appearance, his pecker was delicious. Clyde had washed carefully that morning, in anticipation of stuffing her face full. He was thoughtful that way – not a bad fellow at all.

Marlene began to suck with a steady rhythm, her head going up and down on his fat prick. She figured that he wanted to come in her mouth, and never minding a nice drink of cum, she worked toward that creamy goal.

Her fist folded around the shaft of his cock and she began to stroke it through a few inches at the bottom, her lips coming down to meet her rising hand.

Clyde's big dick ballooned in her mouth, the knob expanding so much that it pressed into both cheeks at once. She felt like a squirrel with a pouch full of nuts.

But then he plucked his cock out of her face. As much as he enjoyed a blow-job, Clyde was eager to fuck her juicy cunt.

He moved down, wrapping his fist around his prick and aiming the head at her snatch. Marlene arched, tilting her cunt up to meet his thrust.

He ran the whole fat length up her on the first stroke.

"Ummmm… nice," she said, despite herself.

Clyde began to shovel his cock to her like a fireman stroking a boiler.

Billy was watching in fascination. Although he'd come in her cunt twice already, his youthful potency was undiminished, and now it was inspired by the sight of their vigorous fucking.

Marlene turned her head, smiling at Billy, wanting to let him know that she was all right.

But when she saw his booming hard-on, her smile faded into a gaze of longing.

"Couldn't Billy put it in my mouth while you fuck me?" she asked the brawny rider on her loins.

"Yeah!" he said with enthusiasm. He had no objections whatsoever to a double linkup – on the contrary, he figured it would be plenty thrilling to watch her sucking on a kid's dick while he fucked her cunt.

Billy needed no coning.

He sprang onto the bed, kneeling beside Marlene's head. She turned her face to him. He pushed his cock toward her. Her tongue flicked out, forming a pink path, and his swollen cockhead settled onto that path and slid right into her mouth. She began to suck hungrily.

Her cunt was slurping on Clyde's huge prick and her mouth gurgled joyfully on Billy's delicious cock.

Who would ever have thought that it could be so much fun to get blackmailed?

Clyde was snorting ferociously now and his cock was hammering wildly up her twat. He stared down, watching her lips pull up and down on Billy's prick, and the sight was every bit as thrilling as the feel of her wet cunt on his dick.

He howled and blew his load into her pussy, a heavy dose of jism that hosed her in a steady stream, every drop coming out in one long rope of coiled cum.

Feeling her cunt fill up with jism, Marlene whimpered happily and sucked so hard that she fairly pulled the spunk out of Billy's bloated balls. A moment after her cunt was stuffed, her mouth was filled with an equal load of cream.

Clyde pulled his pecker out of her cunt and Billy drew his from her creamy lips. Billy's cock was still big and hard, but Clyde's had started to diminish.

Clyde flopped down beside her on his back, panting heavily. His pecker seemed unable to make up its mind whether to shrink or get hard again. The stalk was swaying like a tree in a hurricane, and the big knob bobbed around over his loins.

Marlene had not come that time.

And she wanted to.

She rolled over and came up onto her knees, her taut ass rising to be the highest point of her body. She looked back over her shoulder at Billy.

"Fuck me doggy style now," she urged.

Billy gulped and his dick flared. He knelt behind her and slid his prick up her cunt to the hilt, his lean belly pressing against her mobile ass. He began to fuck her pussy with long, rippling, underslung thrusts.

Marlene's ass jolted on his cock, the smooth cheeks going up and down as his strokes raised her pelvis. In that position, her head was being forced down onto Clyde's belly, above which his cock swayed back and forth.

It was too good to pass up.

Marlene slurped Clyde's pecker into her mouth and commenced to suck on it merrily. His cock lost all ambivalence the instant it was sheathed in wet cheeks ad collared by greedy lips. It snapped back to a smoking erection.

Marlene's head went up and down on the rampant prick and her ass went up and down on Billy's dong. She was balanced between the two jolting rods. Full of dick at both ends, her mouth was watering and her pussy creaming.

"Unghhh!" she gasped as she took Clyde's massive pecker head right down her gullet. Then, "Ummmmm," as she drew her taut lips back up the succulent stalk and sucked greedily on the head before going back down again.

She rocked back and forth on this teeter-totter of lust, oblivious to all but her seething passion.

And especially oblivious to the fact that her husband was standing in the doorway with his mouth gaping open.

Charles had come home and, like Clyde before him, had heard the sounds of lust from the doorway – even more pronounced, in fact, since there were now three fuckers panting away and two cocks charging.

Charles, who had never been the slightest bit suspicious of Marlene's fidelity, grinned excitedly.

Why, she must be masturbating, he thought. Or maybe she's taking a nap and haying another wet dream.

It that were the case, he wanted to capture her slumbering ecstasy an film, and with that in mind, he tiptoed as quietly as he could up to the bedroom.

When he first looked in, so tangled were the fuckers that it took Charles a moment before it registered – before he realized that his wife was getting doggy fucked by a teenager while she sucked on a brawny man's cock.

When realization struck him, he was furious.

Marlene was cuckolding him before and after.

His eyes rolled and he gnashed his teeth in outrage. And then his eyes fixed upon the Polaroid shot on the dresser. He snatched it up and stared at it.

It was in focus, and it was obvious. The boy was fucking his wife and, from the way the cream was pouring out of her hairy hole, it appeared that the youth had just shot his wad.

For a moment, Charles' face was expressionless. And then he grinned!

She had guessed! His wonderful wife had known all along about his pet desires! What other explanation could there be? She knew that he wanted to take pictures of her fucking and sucking with other men, but being a proper wife and chaste, she had been too embarrassed to bring the subject up. Instead, she had set the situation up, knowing he would come home in time to take part! Charles was filled with love – and respect – for Marlene, who had gone to so much trouble to satisfy his cravings.

As he stared, Billy poured his jism into her cunt and Clyde filled her mouth with hot cum. Jism ran down from her chin and flooded from her pussy.

Charles took a photograph.

Then he advanced to the bed, whipping his rock-hard dick out en route.

"Darling!" he cried.

"Oh my God! My husband!" Marlene wailed.

But even as she wailed, she realized that it was not anger that flushed his face. It was love.

Billy and Clyde, distraught at being caught in the act, both rolled off the bed on opposite sides. They snatched up their clothing.

But Charles said, "Don't leave yet, boys. Wait until I get my rocks off and then we'll take some pictures."

And without further ado, he mounted Marlene and slammed his throbbing pecker up her cunt and began to fuck away with wild abandon.