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Chapter 15

After Mickey departed, pleased with his sexual conquest, Mavis prowled impatiently through the house. That smug, self-satisfied expression would be erased from his face in a hurry, she thought, after she told Phil that she had found the robber-rapist.

Finally, about dark, she settled down in the living room, sipping a tall scotch and water and watching television. She hadn't liked the brutal screwing he had given her during the robbery, but she acknowledged that when there was no one else around, there was no possible peril, Mickey Lewis could really fuck a girl and give her a whole bagful of jollies.

Well, Mickey had betrayed himself, having to have another piece of tail. The wart on his dingus had given him away. She had had her cock and cunny fun-and Mick was going to get what was coming to him. Mavis wished she could talk to Phil, but she didn't know how she could reach him. But, hadn't he said he would call? She frowned; he had said after he got squared away. When would that be? Tomorrow? She would just have to wait. Who, she mused, was involved in the robbery with Mickey? She just couldn't believe Hank or Willie-certainly not her husband, Philwere in cahoots with Mick.

She had a hunch that Terry could shed a lot of light on the crime that had Phil under such deep suspicion. She was almost tempted to call the little sexpot and have her come over, but she doubted that Mickey would allow it.

She would just have to wait.

Mavis was so anxious to have the whole affair settled, she felt that every nerve in her body was sparking. Intuitively, she sensed that when it was all over, she no longer would be a sex captive of hers and Phil's acquaintances. That would be a good feeling! Maybe she would confess to her husband that she had been a prostitute for a while; she didn't know how he would react, but if that terrible secret were wiped out from her mind, she would feel relief and a peaceful sensation of liberation. Somehow, she felt her husband would forgive her that sordid chapter in her life.

The telephone rang sharply and Mavis almost screamed. It took nearly a minute for her to compose herself and lift the receiver.

"Heeeelllloooo?" she said, voice just above a whisper.

"This is Phil, baby. I'm at a place called Battle Mountain, Nevada.

I'll stay the night and head home in the morning. I got to Winnemucca and the Nevada state police stopped me; my boss asked their help in stopping me and telling me to telephone him. The Nevada case has been solved and I'm turning around, coming home. I'll be there before dark tomorrow."

Mavis was so intensely happy she couldn't reply for several seconds.

Then she blurted, "Honey, I know who the robber-rapist is!"

"Gggrrrreeeeeaaaatttt!" Phil exclaimed. "Tell me."

Quickly, Mavis told him about her seduction by Mickey Lewis, finding the wart on his dong. "And I have a feeling that Terry bought this fancy T-Bird with some of the robbery money."

She told Phil about Mickey's ordering Terry to take the car to Ely, Nevada, store it for her brother. "It isn't a Nevada car, honey," she said, "it has Utah license plates."

"If I had the plate numbers," Phil said, "I would have the ownership traced through the Utah vehicle bureau."

"I don't have or know them, honey," Mavis frowned. Then a bold thought crackled into her mind. "Phil, what if I could persuade Terry to let me go with her to Ely? You could meet us there-give us a ride home so we wouldn't have to take the bus? While we are in Nevada, maybe you could get all of the truth out of her?"

After a short pause, Phil replied, "Okay. Sounds good. How will I find you in Ely?"

"If I can get Terry to take me along-I don't think she'll be against the idea-I'll be sure we register at a good motel. You just start calling motels until you find your oversexed wife!"

"Great, honey! I'll see you tomorrow night?"

After Phil hung up, Mavis looked up the Lewis' number and dialed. She didn't have to sell Terry on the plan; she jumped at it.

"I was just dreading that drive," Terry said happily.

"And I feel the need to get away from Salt Lake and the house for a while," Mavis bubbled. "And it is so convenient for us-with Phil coming home. He said he won't mind a bit, the extra miles he will have to drive to pick us up."

They were on their way by six the next morning and arrived at their Nevada destination in plenty of time to find a motel and look around town, if they wished. Mavis' smug satisfaction received a big boost on the road. While taking a turn at the wheel, letting Terry nap, she found the registration on the sun visor. It was Terry's Car!

As they cruised through town, Mavis spotted Phil's Buick parked on a side street, around the corner from a hotel. Apparently, he arrived before they had. "Let's find a motel and get settled," Terry said. "You can grab a little rest while I find a place to store my-the car. What time do you expect Phil?"

Mavis shrugged. "He'll call motels until he locates us."

As soon as they were in a motel, Mavis stripped down to bra and panties and collapsed on one of the two double beds. Terry's eyes turned sexgreedy as she stared at Mavis and winked.

"If we thought your hubby would be getting in late," Terry said, "we could prowl the town and pick us up a couple of well-hung studs for some hot yum-yum fun!"

Mavis smiled back. "I don't think I want Phil to catch me-or us-with a couple of stallions wearing our saddles."

"Probably right," Terry nodded, taking three bottles of liquor from one of her suitcases and setting them on a dresser.

Mavis watched her find a couple of glasses, strip off the cellophane and mix a couple of drinks of whiskey and water. "Anyway," Terry said,

"I brought my double-dong along and we can have a romp with it."

Mavis cramped her naked thighs together against the pleasurable clutching the thought of the dildo aroused in her loins. "If you need a little sexing," Mavis said softly, "maybe I'll let Phil give you a little fucking when he arrives. He has a very masterful prong and really knows how to make a girl's twatty smoke."

"Wheeeeee!" Terry breathed, whirling about the room. "I don't know how I'd react, getting diddled while the man's wife watched."

"Nothing like finding out," Mavis laughed as Terry pranced out the door. "Don't pick up a stud; come straight back!"

"Right on!" Terry called as she slammed the door.

Phil called about ten minutes after Terry left the motel. "I saw Terry drive by the hotel where I'm camped out," Phil said.

"I saw your car when we drove through town," Mavis said. "She wants a little fucking!" she laughed.

"And I'm a stud-service candidate?" he said.

"I figure you might be able to put the screws on her-I mean screw the truth out of her," Mavis bantered.

"Where will you be while I'm giving her the third degree and jacking my handle into her canny?"

"Right here, honey, witnessing every word, guiding your prick and holding your wonderful balls up out of the hot sand."

"Hot sand? What the hell are you talking about?"

"You don't want your balls getting scorched in hot desert sand, do you?

I'll hold them for you while you fuck the robbery truth out of little Terry."

"If you insist on being present while I fuck the little wench, just let my balls dangle," Phil said with mock solemnity. "Get her a little tight, if you can."

"I have a feeling that won't be any trouble," Mavis replied. "I just hope she doesn't pick up some clown to give her a breeding before you have a chance to get at her greedy snatch."

"Well, I'm going to park on a side street and stake out your motel from across and down the block. I'll wander in about an hour after she gets back."

When Terry returned, it was obvious she had sampled the liquid wares of at least one of Ely's clubs. She was half-loaded, happy-and her sex appetite was at an end-of-Lent intensity. Mavis fairly grinned appreciatively as she watched the sexy doll strip out of her clothes and parade about the room, showing off her saucy breasts, curvy fanny, flat tummy and scratching the coarse floss that adorned the inviting mound that crowned her pussy.

As they sipped whiskey and water, Terry wheedled, "Let's get out the double-dong and fuck each other, Mavis?"

"Not right now," Mavis demurred. "Phil called from up the road and will be here pretty soon."

"How soon?" Terry pressed. And Mavis studied the narrowing of her nostrils, the fire in her eyes and the way she fanned her silky thighs in and out, pressing them against her sex trove.

"Oh pretty soon," Mavis evaded. "Maybe you should put on something."

"Why?" Terry pouted. "If you aren't going to back out and let him screw me, why shouldn't I be all ready for a jump in the sack?"

"You don't want to seem too eager," Mavis countered. "You don't want to startle him."

"Do you think-if he comes in and sees me all naked and ready to fuckI might scare him?" Terry giggled a little tightly.

Mavis shrugged. "I don't know. I just think it might be better if you weren't naked, were wearing something-kind of teasing him into the idea of punching your pussy…"

She nodded with approval as Terry gulped the remainder of her drink and found a loose-fitting sunsuit in a suitcase. "I think it's a big waste of time, putting on clothes, when you know all along you're going to get a fucking!"

Mavis was surprised-maybe it was the liquor-but she didn't experience any mental qualms as they talked about her husband and his diddling Terry. She, actually, was looking forward to seeing Phil thud his prick into the dainty Terry's quim.

When Phil knocked and she let him in, Mavis frowned slightly. No, a naked Terry wouldn't have scared him off. His pants were tented with a swollen cock and ready testes. He came ready to fuck.

"Bring in your luggage, honey, and stay the night," Mavis said.

"Rrrrrrriiiiigggggghhthhhttttt!" Terry echoed.

Phil grinned, then returned to his car to get a large suitcase and a leather-cased object Mavis knew was a cassette tape recorder.

She fixed him a drink, turned and saw him staring at Terry's scantily clad body-and Terry had already discovered that Phil was sporting more than half a hard-on.

"How was your trip?" the three of them said, almost in unison.

"No problem, sweat, okay," they chimed, then smiled sheepishly, awkwardly.

There was no doubt about Terry's eagerness to have thick, hard cock chunked into her snatch. Her eyes were glazed with the animal messageFuck me! And Mavis could smell the sweet aroma of her cunt.

Calculatingly, Mavis took the initiative. "Phil, don't cream in your shorts! Terry wants to be screwed, so why don't you two strip and diddle?"

You little bitch! Mavis frowned as Terry lurched to her feet and shrugged out of her sunsuit. Phil laughed and caressed his swollen genitals through his pants with the bottom of his frosty glass.

"Where do you want to give it to me, Phil? Where do you want to fuck me?"

Mavis frowned. About the same question she had asked Mickey after he had gotten her aroused.

"Not in the butt hole," Phil laughed, "in the middle of a bed."

"That's what I meant!" Terry snapped, hurling herself onto a bed, flopping onto her back and making a sex saddle of her thighs, knees far up, feet dangling in the air. Mavis stared at her inviting, hairy crotch, pinkish inner labia glistening with passion-moisture, opening to her vaginal fluttering. Terry's voice turned pleading, "You can cornhole me, if you want to; but fuck me in the canny, too!"

"Give it to her, Phil! Fill her snatch with prick and fuck her!" Mavis urged, desire fluttering through her as she anticipated watching her husband ream the young woman's vag with his massive tool.

"Hurrrrry and fuuuuuucccccccccckkkk meeeeeee!" Terry wailed, waggling her fingers and her fanny at him, begging plaintively.

Mavis sat perfectly still as her husband stood, set his glass aside and undressed slowly. Terry gasped and Mavis felt slightly jealous as Phil's massive tool was uncurled from his clothes and his phallus stiffened and lengthened and thickened. She would like to have his dick in her-but he was going to fuck it into Terry Lewis!

And she was going to watch her husband fuck the little hot-pussied hussy!

Phil seemed to ignore her as he crossed the room and eased onto the bed, worked his own naked body between Terry's inviting thighs, shuffled forward, his cock waggling, toward the woman's sex treasure.

In a minute, Mavis fretted, yet was filled with anticipation, her husband would be screwing another woman-right before her eyes. There was a lecherous expectancy. She wanted to see Phil drive his cock into Terry's cunt, stretch that marvelous vulva out of shape and fuck his mammoth meat deep into her fragile body.

Mavis leaned forward to see clearly as Phil hovered over Terry, his lips and teeth finding a breast berry. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" Terry whimpered, reaching to find Phil's throbbing prick, trying to pull it into her steamy swat.

Phil closed the distance between their pubic regions until the huge, glistening head of his cock soaked in her hot groove. "You want it, Terry? You want a good fuckin'? Give me the cassette, Mavis," he said all in one breath.

Mavis lurched to her feet and placed the instrument near the head of the bed, near her husband's right hand. She stood for a moment as he opened the case, pointed microphone toward Terry's face.

"Yeeeessss! Fuck me, Phil!"

He flipped the switch and Mavis watched the reels move. Then she returned to her seat.

Phil moved over Terry's uptilted bottom, let her work the huge pearshaped head just inside her vag.

"Yes! Fuck me!

Phil let the head of his cock soak, just inside her wiggling body.

"Tell me what you know about the robbery of the store that Willie manages," Phil urged softly, giving Terry's twat little jabs with just the knob of his dong.

"Please fuck me, Phil?"

"We know that Mick was one of the robbers. Tell me about the robbery."

He plunged a couple of inches of hard prick into her snatch. "Tell me!"

"Ffffuuuucccckkkkmmmeeeeee!" Terry begged, trying to up-hunch her ass to get his spear in her.

Phil gave her a couple of fast cock-thrusts. "Tell me."

He rammed the remaining seven inches of his sex sausage into her.

"Fuck me!" Terry squalled as Phil withdrew his prick. "It was a clever setup. Mick? Yes! He was one! He raped Mavis! The beating Willie got was part of the plan-he's involved-to throw off suspicion."

Mavis watched her husband plow his rock-hard cock back into Terry's ravenous snatch. "Hank was against it-but he went along with the guys."

She was panting with passion and starving hunger for more of Phil's sex pole. He gave her several long, fast pistonings-she farted loudly as he hit bottom with the thick point of his prick.

"Ben Glover was the mastermind," Terry snorted as Phil fucked the cock into her. "He cased the whole job-with Willie's help on timing of the guards and the van. Hank helped steer the SLC police away from suspecting them."

Mavis watched her husband clutch Terry's heaving flanks with both hands and pump the prick into her furiously. "Where is all of the money?"

"They split it up. It's hidden in everybody's houses! Oooooahhhh! Fuck me, Phil!"

Terry had her toes in her hands, feet hauled back parallel with her ears, legs flung wide, taking every last inch of Phil's sex meat that he was drumming into her.

Mavis knew when Terry was exploded into violent orgasm. She screamed like an Indian on the warpath. Her lust was unbelievable as she tossed her bare, sweaty ass up at Phil to meet his inward plunge. She kept cumming as Phil buried his dong deep and began shooting the jizz into her sex-soddened cunt.

Even after Phil extracted his long, thick prick from her snatch and went to shower, Terry lay there in the middle of the bed with her thighs spread wide, plundered pussy an almost obscene invitation for more fucking.

The solution of the crime had been almost too easy, Mavis thought, once the vital key was found. All it took was finding the man with the wart on the side of his sex root. She wondered how long the case would be dragged out; she hoped that she and Phil wouldn't be involved for a long period of time.

She frowned at the naked Terry, at the thick lips of her pussy that smiled leeringly, at Phil's thick, pearly sex cream that oozed from her vag and trickled into the crack of her ass.

Mavis shrugged and rose to mix her and Phil another drink. "We'll go home in the morning," she murmured, studying herself in the mirror above the dresser, satisfied with her trim figure that was amply revealed by the scanty panties and bra. "Then Phil can get the ball rolling with the police and insurance company."

She accepted her husband's ardent kiss when he merged naked from the shower. "Why don't you help Terry to a shower," he said, "later, I have some more questions I want to put to her."

"Why is a shower important?" Mavis pouted.

She frowned at Phil's wide grin.

"I am to use my exclamation point on her again and I want a nice, clean, perfumy sentence to punctuate."