The kinky couples

CHAPTER TWO

Gary Spencer had gone to real-estate school with Bob Howard, the only difference between Bob and Gary was that Gary knew how to sell. He'd only been in business for a year and already he'd made enough money to buy his wife the beautiful house of her dreams. He felt sorry for his friend Bob and was aware that his marriage was really suffering because of his lack of salesmanship.

"You know Julie," he said to his wife across the breakfast table, "I'd like to invite Bob and Janet Howard here for the week. I got a call from Bob and I sense things aren't what they should be in their marriage. Maybe a weekend around us would cheer him up."

"My sense is that Janet Howard isn't at all in touch with her sexuality," purred Julie Spencer crossing her legs to allow her husband a view of her shapely thighs, as well as her panties.

The show was not lost on Gary Spencer either. He considered himself damn lucky to have married as sexually alluring and seductive a woman as Julie. She was ready any time to fuck, anywhere, as many times as he wanted. He knew he was a lucky man.

"Does she turn you on at all Gary," Julie smiled, thinking of Bob Howard and how extremely attractive he was to her.

"A little, well in fact a lot but then I hear she just can't let go, and after you babes, I'm spoiled," he grinned lewdly.

"Don't you think we should give Bob a little of what he needs."

"You mean don't I think you should give it to him, you sexy wench," laughed Gary.

The Spencers were loose and easy about each other making love to other people, as far as they were concerned it improved their marriage rather than took away from it. But they knew they were pretty unusual in this respect.

Gary leaned over now, reaching out for his lusciously curved wife and pinching one nipple through her thin caftan.

"Do you remember the last couple we swapped with," groaned Julie as her husband's finger continued to excite her. "Do you remember the way she wanted both you and her husband to sandwich her between you at the same time?"

"Do I ever," grinned Gary.

"Well I didn't have that much fun, I had to masturbate like mad to stop myself from flipping out. Next time it will be different."

"Oh poor baby," Gary teased, as with one hand he reached under her dress, cupping the silken crotch of her panties and the softly rising mound of her fuzz-covered pussy with his open palm.

"Mmmmmm…" Julie sighed. "That's nice, but don't stop there… go on… go on…"

Gary Spencer continued to fondle his wife under the breakfast table, it was one of the games they liked to play, it made them feel so wicked like a teenage couple who couldn't wait to get to the bedroom!

"Mmmmmm… right there… yes, that's it… like that," Julie's words were interrupted now by her husband's middle finger slithering wetly up under the tight elastic leg of her now warmly moistened panties. The hotly probing tip teased and slid around and about her thinly bearded vaginal slit for a few delicious moments which Julie groaned out her pleasure in a soft, passion-laden voice.

Gary reached under his wife's dress now with his other hand and slowly rolled her panties down over her smoothly rounded hips until the entirety of her pubic triangle was exposed and her sheer white panties clung tenuously down around her knees. Then without waiting longer, he reached back under her dress and began pressuring his tightly cupped hand up against her nakedly exposed pussy. At the same time, he lowered himself to the floor and, thinking of a new tactic, slipped her panties down around her ankles and helped her step out of them. Gary remained sitting on the floor, giving him an unobstructed view of the glistening pink opening of her exposed vagina surrounded by its blonde curling cunt hair.

Julie now calmly picked up the newspaper as her husband's hands began to smooth along behind both her resilient white buttocks, patting and caressing them, even as his finger teased hotly around the bearded mouth up between her thighs, and then slid wetly up into her slippery open pussy.

Julie groaned aloud while her husband's thick fingers lingered lovingly, expertly touching, investigating sliding back and forth in the warmly seeping liquids that were exuded by the tender vagina that nestled so snugly between her legs.

Then, her mouth hanging slightly open in rising rapture, Julie began to shift her weight slightly to accelerate the erotic pleasure she was receiving.

"Oooooohhhhhh…" Julie groaned out lustfully as both of Gary's hands played and teased now in the warm pubic lips above him. They were throbbing and pulsing now and the smoothly split little mouth of her pussy glistened like a beacon in the dark. Gary thought his wife's cunt was just about the most erotic thing he had ever seen as he continued his secret playing among the wet cuntal folds up under his wife's skirt, keeping a keen ear out for her little sighs that came more and more frequently as she read haltingly and with heavy breath from the newspaper.

Julie's clitoris throbbed heavily and hotly, her pussy pulsated up between her slightly spread thighs as she began to grunt a little under the obscene pleasure of her husband's expert manipulations. Her face flushed a deep scarlet and her eyes glazed over slightly. The rising sensation beneath her dress was almost too much… it seemed so wicked, so deliciously dirty… she couldn't remember when she was so turned on. God, if anyone could see this happening to her!

Suddenly the door opening and Julie's Irish maid, Bridget entered the kitchen.

"Oh sorry mam," she stammered, "I thought there was no-one here."

"That's all right, Bridget, you can work here," Julie smiled to herself. She knew that Bridget couldn't see Gary because he was totally covered by the tablecloth and this would be as good a time as any to see if Bridget would ever be joining in any future orgies. Their last two maids had done so, why not Bridget?

Bridget did as she was told but she didn't like it, there was something peculiar going on in the kitchen this morning and she didn't like it. The missus had a strange look on her face and the sounds that she had heard through the door were most peculiar.

Gary was hysterical under the kitchen table, he could hardly believe his wife's audacity, still, he didn't mind – two could play at that game!

"Mnnnnnmmmmm…" Julie cried out as Gary's middle finger began flicking at her clitoris, flicking steadily now that he knew what kind of response it was going to get. The wetness was pouring out of her now and occasionally Julie could feel tiny drops of her vaginal fluids sliding down the naked insides of her smooth white thighs. Gasping, she continued reading the newspaper.

"Pardon me, mum," Bridget asked, a confused look on her face.

"Nothing… nothing, Bridget, go on with your work… Ooooohhh…"

What on God's earth is going on thought Bridget as she turned to continue her work at the kitchen sink.

Gasping now, Julie felt her husband's hotly working fingers increase their attentions. Her pleasure grew and grew until it was so enormous that she could do nothing but sputter out names in the newspaper in a mad jumble until suddenly she felt the beginnings of a violent orgasm. A gigantic shudder raced through her and the enormous pleasure seeping through her wildly aroused cunt held her in its grip.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh…" she screamed out in the room nearly scaring Bridget silly. "Yesssss! Nowwwwwwww… nnnnnoooooowwwww!!!!"

Bridget turned in horror to look as she finally understood what was going on underneath the kitchen table. She stared wildly at the tablecloth, her eyes boring through it to where she knew Mr. Spencer was messing about with his wife. She knew that it was wrong and evil but she liked it all the same, just like she had enjoyed the baker's son Paddy who had messed around with her every time she went in to buy bread at the bakery.

"Nnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhaaaa!"

Julie's entire body shook violently as her orgasm shattered within her, breaking into a billion little bits. Waves of lewd sexual delirium racked her body, releasing her pent-up emotions and all the time Gary continued to do exactly the right thing as his thick plying fingers continued to feed the raging fire of his wife's dizzying orgasm.

Beneath her caftan, Gary Spencer grinned and visualized the maid watching his wife's torment. Devilishly, he wormed one finger up into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, nestled just below the opening of her still vibrantly climaxing cunt. The unexpected contact, in the midst of her orgasm brought a low moan of anguish from Julie's lips. She could feel it starting up all over again. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips bared back over her perfect white teeth as the divine sensation began to race through her body, speeding insanely the short, infinitesimal distance from her quivering pussy to the sensitive rubbery entrance of her anus.

"Oh Gary!!! God, Gary!" she cried out, unmindful of Bridget who was now staring directly at her.

"Oh my lord!" moaned Bridget.

"Aaaaggghhhh!" Julie groaned again. Tiny goosepimples were rippling across her arms and belly, and she could feel the tips of her nipples hard and swollen pushing against the soft silk of her caftan. Her creamy white buttocks jerked and twitched involuntarily as spasms of delicious sensation set all her nerve endings to tingling. The full impact of the lewd spectacle she was making of herself hit her, bringing a perverse added pleasure to her loins. What must Bridget be thinking? But it hardly mattered as the wonderful licking sparks burst again and again inside her, all but devouring her in a lustful conflagration. It was so absolutely heavenly, that she could not bring him to flick and probe ceaselessly into the nakedness of her passion-wet loins and buttocks, while she jerked spasmodically above him, reacting to each thrust with a weaving, trembling motion of her own. All that mattered now was the wonderful pleasure that pierced her heated flesh like little arrow points of fire!

"Oh my God, Gary!" she breathed downwards towards her husband, "you finger me so good honey, so good. Don't stop yet, I can still take more."

Gary Spencer chuckled. It was true, he was the luckiest man alive, his wife was the most seductive woman in the world. This time I'll kiss her pussy a little, see how she can stand that, he grinned lewdly to himself as he nuzzled his face up her creamy white thigh and with a swift movement of his tongue plunged it directly against her wildly pulsating clitoris.

"Aaaaaarrrggghhh, Yesssss," hissed Julie through clenched teeth, "I say yesssss!!!"