"Massage parlor wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Simpson R B)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

That night, Terry would just as soon have left alone, but that was impossible with Laura hustling all the side business she could. The moment Terry was ready to go home, Laura was standing there, with a wavy haired, blonde man with blue eyes, and full, sensuous lips.

"Meet Wayne," she introduced him, "And this is Terry, the girl I've told you so much about."

"Hi, Terry," Wayne smiled.

"I hope you don't mind if I've invited him over to our place for a nightcap."

"Why no – I, don't mind at all," Terry said, nervously biting her lip, and secretly wishing she could tear Laura into little pieces.

The trio left the massage parlor, and went to the apartment house on Lakeshore Drive. Laura hit upon the idea of utilizing Terry's place.

"Why don't we use your pad?" she smiled at Terry, "I'm tired of being the one whose booze stock is depleted all the time."

Not really wanting to go to her apartment, yet not wanting Laura to think she was a cheap skate on the booze issue, she felt forced to nod.

"Oh, sure, that's fine!" she smiled. And then the three of them went up to the apartment. Promptly, Terry went over to the barb and asked them both what they wanted to drink, and fixed drinks for them.

Once they were smashed on three setups, the handsome blonde man, suggested, "No reason for us to be uncomfortable with all these clothes – let's take them off!"

"Why not?" Laura laughed. "And I believe the bedroom is the appropriate place to undress, now isn't it?"

"Doesn't make any difference to me where I bare my butt, long as we all get in the nude," Wayne chuckled.

"Sure, let's go to the bedroom," Terry agreed. And then the three of them moved to the bedroom, and began undressing. They took off all their clothes, and then, Wayne was the first to flip back the bedspread, tossing back the white sheets, and to lie on the bed, with his legs outspread, "You know what I've always thought I'd do with two women," he smiled, his huge, thick penis standing up, rigid, and ready.

"What?" Laura smiled, coming over and sitting naked on the bed beside him.

"I thought it would be fun to have one chick doing the ass-eating, and the other sucking on my nuts, and eating my joystick!"

"Joystick?"

"That's what I always call it. A juicy joystick. It's sure brought a lot of joy to enough women, I'll tell you that!"

"I'll bet it has," Laura smiled. And then, she bent over, letting her tongue flip over the head of it. She moved down it, and took the head of the joint in her mouth, and sucked. As she sucked, Terry went to work on his behind, just as he had requested.

"Baby," he told Laura, "Do your thing on my nuts first – lick 'em, and tickle 'em with your tongue, and then suck them up in your mouth. Do it first one at a time, and then try to get both balls in your mouth. It should really prove exciting!"

Terry let her hands, part his clean-looking blonde behind, allowing a good view of his golden, hairy asshole. It seemed like a simple request for he was beautiful all over. Her hot tongue lashed the inner walls of his buttocks, and he quivered in sexual ecstasy.

Then, she flipped her tongue inside his hot hole, and shot it speedily back and forth. Now, the excitement built and she thoroughly enjoyed it.

Ramming the tongue up his anus, as if it were a small penis produced intense delight for Wayne, and his butt wiggled in time to her tongue jabs.

"Ohhh, baby, does that ever feel good," he took her quickly, responsive to her intrusive tongue sliding up his hot asshole. Not to be outdone by her sexual performance, the competitive spirit surfaced in Laura and she quickly went to work on his testicles. At first, she merely let her tongue slowly drag over them, and then she sucked them into her mouth, and let her tongue slip over them.

The pressure built up, and she opened her mouth, permitting his testicles to fall into it. Then, be moaned in delight, letting his hands reach down on Laura's shoulders, arid his finger tips touched the head of Terry, as she worked industriously with her tongue to produce an erotic effect.

"That's it, girls – love me! Love me – up my asshole, suck those big, juicy balls!"

Laura intensified her tongue action, and when his balls slipped out of his mouth swept up the underside of his penis, focusing on the sensitive glans portion of his penis. Soon she capped the crown of his cock with her mouth, and sucked.

The suction pressure she was building up on the head of his penis was a pleasant contrast to the action going on in his hot asshole. Terry's tongue, uninhibitedly slid up there, stimulating him completely.

"Go, girl go," he panted, as the passionate delight swept over his body, "Stab my asshole with your tongue! Side it in there, way up there, baby – way up there!"

The hot tongue action, merging with the cock-sucking was giving Wayne one of the best three ways he'd ever experienced. He could hardly keep his body on the bed, as the sensational excitement shot through his body.

"Lick that ass out! Clean it out with your tongue, honey," he begged her. With her eyes closed, and no feeling or sensation, but her tongue slickly sliding up his hot, tight anus, she was lost in his behind, and loving it.

Now, Laura let her mouth travel the length of his penis, and he thrust it ahead, letting, the head of it touch the back of her throat.

"Ohhh, I like that – when it touches pour throat, honey, that's fantastic! Keep it up – that's wild!"

The excitement persisted, and the two of them went faster, and faster, and the passion built up.

"Suck my cock – suck it, ohhh, yes, baby, yes, get that juice!" he cried impassioned, as his hand held her down at his loins. Both women, confined to one man's genitals, and loving the debasement, savoring the sweet, sweaty aroma of his blonde genitals.

And then he felt his juices ready to burst out of him. With wild, rampaging movements, he drove forward.

"Eat it! Eat my pecker," he begged, "Ahhhhh ohhhhhh, I'm coming! Suck my prick! Suck it off!"

The hot juice flashed down Laura's throat, and she was happy to suck the joy juice out of it.

"Ahhhh ohhhh, eat it – eat my pecker," he panted, as Terry kept her tongue-jabbing up his asshole going at a good clip. And Laura wouldn't move off her mouth until she'd finished him off. "Beautiful – beautiful," he smiled, in total satisfaction as both women had given him his ultimate orgasm.

Once Laura had gotten her juice, and enjoyed the delicious taste of his thick sperm-load, she slipped off, and smiled, "I need a drink!"

"You just had one," he laughed.

"I mean something tall and cool," she smiled.

"Well, you've had it long and hot," he grinned, "Isn't that good enough for you?"

Terry took her tongue out of his hot asshole, and he complimented her, "You're a real good ass-fucker. That tongue of yours is talented! And I mean, talented!"

Terry seemed well-pleased with the compliment he had given her. "Thank you, Wayne," she nodded, "I've had my tongue sliding up some real groovy assholes, and I guess I'm well trained now."

"You sure are, baby," he smiled.

"I'll get some more booze and bring it in here where are your ice cubes, honey?" Laura asked, apparently trying to down all the liquor she could now that it was on Terry.

"There are ice cubes in the bar-refrigerator or in the refrigerator in the kitchen," she told her. Laura got up, and when she was out of the room, Wayne smiled, "Baby, you didn't get a drop of my cum, did you?"

Terry shook her head.

"Well, I'm not going to play, favorites," he grinned, "There's enough juice in there to feed both of you! Now, why don't you open up, and I'll slip it into your hot mouth!"

Returning to his loins, Terry let her mouth slip over the head of his still erect penis, and tried to pump some life back into it.

"You see, honey – I'm getting nice and hard again," he told her, "All you have to do is suck on the head of it a couple more minutes and I'll fill your sweet mouth with cock juice."

When Laura came back in and caught them going at it again, she complained, "Now, that's not fair, Wayne old boy. This is a triple-play screw, and you shouldn't leave little old Laura out of the action!"

"I'll fix you a drink," she smiled, when he didn't reply.

"Good, honey, and if you want to, you can eat my ass out while I feed her some sperms."

"I'll need a good strong drink myself," Laura giggled, "before I go down on your asshole!"

At that point, she prepared the drink for herself, handing the one she'd made over to Wayne. Wayne sipped his liquor slowly, as he watched the woman slip up and down over the meaty penis, he was presenting her.

Laura gulped down a hefty slug of liquor, and then she smiled at Wayne.

"Alright, I'm ready to suck your sweet ass out!"

She crouched at his crotch, and got down in there so her face was even with his behind. She slipped her tongue up between his ass-cheeks, and licked all around his quivering asshole.

Wayne leaped his head back, and finished the liquor. Reaching over, he put the glass on the floor.

"Oh, that's wild! You two women are too damned much! Suck that ass out, Laura, baby let your tongue slide away up there, and give it to me – give, baby, give!"

As one tongue lashed inside his tight asshole, the other woman's mouth moved quickly up and down his rod – faster, ever faster as she increased the pace.

"Fuck me," he gasped, "Fuck me!"

With the double-mouth action, everything was coming up sucking for Wayne, who reached out to grip the sheets in his sexual ecstasy.

"Ohhhh ahhhhhh," he grunted, as his head went from side to side, and his eyes became misty with sensuous delight.

"That's it! Eat me – eat my dong! Eat it, baby, eat my prick!"

The hot sperm exploded in Terry's sucking mouth, and she was panting, sweating, and thrilled, as she tasted his sperm. Having developed a decided taste for the precious juice, she was elated Wayne had given her an opportunity to sample his juicy goodness.

"Suck it," he moaned, reaching over to shove her head down to the base of his mainstem. "Suck my dong!"

Laura did her thing in his asshole, making it a point not to slip her tongue out until he was through, with his ass wiggling, as he shot, and shot his cum to Terry's mouth.

When he'd finished shooting, and Terry slid off the head of it, the two women both moved away from him.

"You know what I'd like?" he smiled.

"What would you like?" Laura laughed, bubbling with happy excitement, as she always did in the middle of an action orgy.

"I'd like you to use one of those dildos to fuck my asshole – I heard from one cat who was in the Navy and in Panama they got wicked women down there, who'll wear a dildo, and fuck a guy's ass out, and give him a wild sensation!"

"Sure," Laura agreed, "but I'll have to go back to my apartment to get them!"

"I'll wait," Wayne laughed. "Terry and I will be drinking booze, and maybe I can make a nosedive on her snatch while you're out of the room."

"Sounds like I should let Terry go get the dildos," Laura complained.

"No," he insisted, "You go get those fuckin' dildos, and let me and Terry have our fun!"

At that point, Laura left the bedroom, and went into the living room to slip into her clothes so she could return to the apartment and get the dildos, so the action can commence. At that point, Wayne was brushing his face across beautiful, Terry's bountiful breasts, and then he opened his mouth, letting one nipple slip in gently.

As the mouth opened, and he felt the nipple slipping into it, his tongue swept out, and he titillated the nipple-tip with the end of his tongue. This was producing hot sensations in Terry's body, and she was enjoying it to the utmost.

He moved down her body slowly, finally letting his tongue lick around her vagina. As the tongue swept the hairs of her moist mound, his body quivered, in anticipation of dipping inside her velvety vagina.

"Ohhhh, baby, eat me," she begged him, and then he let his tongue jab up her hot hole. As it lashed inside her juicy mound, he panted, and grunted excitedly.

"Suck me – suck me," she begged, "Ahhhhh – ohhhhhhhb, eat my pussy lover, eat my snatch!"

Terry's legs wrapped around his head as he went on eating down there. And he became lost in the pussy-action. Exploring the walls of her liquid, juicy vagina with his tongue, he made small darting movements, and then started lapping her up, licking her there.

"Ahhhh – ohhh, eat my pussy," she demanded, "That's it! Give me a tongue job. You're a real horny tongue man," she grunted.

At that very moment, her husband unbeknownst to her was landing at O'Hare Field. He'd been able to complete his Miami assignment in a couple of hours, and decided he might as well hop the next jet back to the windy city.

He hastily got in the plane and all the way home, Brad thought of Terry. He thought of her alone in bed, wishing he was there beside her.

The very last impression he had of her was when he saw her looking at him sadly, as he was boarding his plane. He felt almost guilty leaving her alone like that. She was a young, spirited woman, and he felt he was doing their marriage a grave injustice being on the road as much as he had to be. The skyways had been fun at first – Chicago, one day, Miami or Los Angeles, the next.

He had thought he'd have a ball screwing the stewardesses.

But, fucking the stewardesses had become boresome. They were damned good screws he had to admit, often picked for their cunt capabilities. Yet, they charged so much, dividing each act into categories, and not willing to give an ass-suck or cock-suck without an inflationary charge, that it sickened him. They could keep their hot little cunts to themselves, and their mouth and hand jobs with the inflated egos, and price-tags. He was heading home to his loyal wife – who loved only him – and would do it any way he told her to, at the drop of a request!

The lights over Miami were a glorious spectacle, as he saw the shimmering spectacle below of the small arm of Miami Beach, where the world's most dazzling array of splendorous hotels held forth.

He leaned back, and listened to the music coming from the stereo earphones, and enjoyed himself.

He fell asleep like this, and when the stewardess wanted to serve him food, she had to awaken him.

"Would you like the Paris steak or the Chicken Florencia?" she smiled sweetly at him, giving him an instant hard-on, and making him immediately forget all his prejudices about stewardess prices.

"Oh, thank you – the Paris Steak – that sounds good – I guess I fell asleep."

"That music will do it," the attractive stewardess smiled, "We'll serve you in just a moment!"

The cart which was a few feet down the aisle in the airplane, came closer moments later, and the meal was served. He enjoyed it, and decided he might as well make a pitch for the sweet, innocent-appearing stewardess.

"I'm Brad," he smiled, "and you're…"

"I'm Joyce," she grinned, "Fly me…"

"Fuck you," he chuckled.

"That wasn't funny," she snapped.

"Well, you said 'fly me!' – didn't you?"

The girl moved away, and Brad got bitter about the hypocrisy. Then, about two hours later, he saw Chicago spread out in all her bedazzling glory along the lakefront. He leaned forward to see the lights of the city, as the plane lowered. The Captain came on, "All passengers are asked to stop smoking until we land, kindly go back to your seats, and fasten your safety belts. We are arriving in Chicago, and eleven p.m., the visibility is clear, the temperature is sixty-four degrees. We will land at O'Hare Field in Chicago in ten minutes."

As the great plane hastened by the sprawling city of Chicago, Brad was more eager than ever to be with his wife. He could envision her in bed – alone, and waiting, just for him.

As soon as Brad got off the plane, he took a taxi to his Lakeshore Towers apartment. He thought it would be much more exciting for his wife, if he just walked in and surprised her. So, he hurried up the elevator, went down the ball to their apartment, and quietly opened the door. As he hurried through the living room, he didn't even notice some clothes on the floor. He was too intent to surprise Terry with his unannounced presence.

Walking into the room, he stood, there in shock. Big, athletic, Wayne was going down on Terry, as she had her legs wrapped around his neck.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my wife!" he bellowed furiously.

"Your wife?" Wayne gasped, lifting his mouth from Terry's poised vagina.

"Oh, honey, I wasn't expecting you," Terry stammered, unable to find words to fit the situation.

"Apparently not," he ranted, and just then Laura walked in carrying the two dildos, and stark naked, having left her clothes in the living room.

"What the hell are you doing here with that damned dildo strapped on your body?" he shrieked at Laura.

"Nothing," she giggled nervously.

"Get off my wife," Brad demanded, and then as he came closer to her, he became so infuriated, he yelled, "No, you stick your foul tongue in her rotten hole – I don't want her anymore!"

Wayne dropped his face back to her vagina, and went ahead licking it.

"Keep his tongue, honey – cause I'm going to make damned sure you never get mine," Brad snapped, and turned and walked boldly out of the bedroom.

"Get off me," Terry shrieked, realizing that her husband was going away forever. Wayne didn't know what to do. One minute somebody was telling him to go ahead, and the very next someone was shrieking savagely to stop.

She didn't take long to push Wayne off, and get off the bed, dash through the living room, and hurry to the hall, poking her head out the door.

As Brad looked back, and saw her, he warned, "Don't come out into the hall, honey – you're not decent!"

Tears moistened Terry's eyes, as the truth of what he'd said hit her with shocking impact.