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"You look great," Paul said sincerely, squeezing Beth Ann's hand in response to at least the tenth repetition of the question.

God, she really did look great, too! The sight of her drove him almost crazy with renewed lust, in spite of everything they'd done -and he'd done -already today. She'd fucked him to a frazzle when he got home from work, and he'd already been pretty frazzled out after that session in the park with Maggie Sherman. His cock was gone on a long vacation, to recoup its sapped strength, but Jesus, he felt good!

He didn't even have the slightest trace of guilt, now, for what he'd done to Maggie. He'd more than paid back his wife for his fall from grace. But he fucking hoped to hell and gone that Maggie wasn't going to be at the party this evening.

Why, of all days, did Beth Ann have to pick this one to meet Sabra Robertson and get the Darrows invited to a party?

He was sure Sabra hadn't bitchily spilled the beans to Beth Ann. His sweet wife would have cut his cock off with a butcher knife if that had happened. But why had Mrs R invited the Darrows over for drinks and socializing? He couldn't avoid the feeling that at least some shit was due to hit the air conditioner sooner or later. Let it be later -a _lot_ later!

But Godamighty, didn't Beth Ann look fantastic tonight, standing by his side at the Robertsons' front door? She was wearing the yellow party dress he really liked, the one that clung to her apple-sized tits and showed them off for the sweet little treasures they were, that dipped low down her back and rode high on her smooth slim thighs.

She had on her heels, the ones that lifted her up three inches and made it a little easier for him to bend down and kiss her, and his dick still twitched a bit from his having watched her slip into her nylons and garters. Her brown hair was perfect, and her blue eyes sparkled, like the cute but oh so shy girl in school would look if she had finally scored a date for the prom with the star running back. Sweetness just seemed to ooze from her. Paul really loved his wife.

And, mmmm! He knew what was under that yellow party dress, even if no one else did, and as they waited for the door to open, he found himself wondering if he might not get her into the sack for just a little bit of fucking as soon as he got her home from this party. Maybe it wasn't too late to skip out on Sabra and go home for some private pleasures right now?

But then the door opened, and it was Sabra, looking a knockout as always.

She wore a silk shirt, transparent enough to let her tits show through, and they were as great a set of tits as ever, the brown nipples obvious and pebbly-hard under the see-through shirt.

Paul gulped as her eyes contacted his, and he slipped his arm around Beth Ann. He didn't even look down at Sabra's hostess mini-skirt, that bared most of her long, looooong legs.

"Oh, I'm so glad you could both come," Sabra said, taking each of them by the hand and leading them inside.

Paul gulped again. Almost the first person he saw, entering the Robertsons' big house, was Maggie Sherman, who was nursing a drink and a cigarette in the hallway while her husband carried on a conversation with Don Robertson.

She looked up, and she smiled at Paul, and he felt his face redden. She licked the rim of her glass, her green eyes fixed on him. Jesus, did Beth Ann notice her doing that?

"It's just a small party," Sabra said. "Only the three couples. We'll introduce you around the neighborhood, of course, but I thought the best way to break the ice was for all of us to get acquainted first. Don't you agree, Beth Ann? Isn't it easier taking a new neighborhood in small doses, really getting to _know_ everyone who matters before you try to make friends with everyone at once?"

"Oh, yes," Beth Ann was saying. "I think that's the best way." She smiled as Don Robertson and Milt Sherman came over to greet the new arrivals.

Paul felt like two cents' worth of mouse shit, having fucked the crap out of both men's wives in the past day or two -and it was almost literally true, in Maggie Sherman's case.

He'd hardly finished dumping his second load up her rectum before she was squatting in the weeds and emptying her bowels. Better than an enema, she'd giggled, taking toilet paper out of her purse.

He could still see it, smell it. Looking at her now, the slim, titless woman dressed up like a hundred thou, if not a cool million, listening to the musical sound of her voice, he could hardly believe he'd taken her to the woods and fucked her ass like a donkey in heat, only this afternoon.

But then she looked at him, her green eyes sparkling, and he shivered, feeling his dick twitch at the vividness of his memories. Oh, God, he wanted to do it to her again!

"Have you seen our pool?" Don was asking, taking Beth Ann's hand. "My, but you're a pretty little thing," he added, smiling at Paul. "You're a very lucky man, Mr Darrow -may I call you Paul? But I think I'm going to steal your wife and give her a guided tour," and he and Beth Ann walked away, the small brunette waving over her shoulder at Paul as she departed.

Paul looked around him, at the smiling faces of Sabra and Maggie, and he felt like a tuna thrown into a kitchen full of cats.

Sabra brought him a drink, one of those triple-strength Collinses she liked to mix up, and he became aware, sipping it, that Milt Sherman had asked him about the Porsche. He made up an answer, hardly remembering that Maggie had lured his cock out of his pants through a fabricated story of engine trouble.

Milt listened soberly to Paul's lies, then excused himself to follow Don and Beth Ann out onto the patio. Which left Paul trapped with the two horny wives who had already fucked him half to death. He tried to smile, but he was a little scared.

"I don't think you've seen the upstairs, have you?" Sabra said innocently. "Don's office is up there. You must see the furniture. You like leather, don't you? I'll bet you could learn to like it..."


She had her blouse off before she even got the office door closed. "I, uh, don't think we should..." Paul started, but she threw herself onto him, bearing him backwards onto the desk top.

He struggled, but then he felt those big, hard-nippled tits shoving at his chest and he thought, what the fuck? and he grabbed her around the hips. He pulled her atop him, and her legs enfolded his body.

The skirt she was wearing rode up high, and the silk-covered crotch of her pussy rubbed against him. He could even feel her pussy hairs crackling through the silk. So could his cock. He began to harden inside his pants.

She was already getting him out of his jacket, undoing his tie, getting her hands into his shirt so she could rub his smooth chest, tease and tweak his erecting nipples.

"I've been thinking about you," she whispered, stroking his cock with her crotch. She had to know he was getting hard. The swell of his cock was about to burst his pants open. The smell of her hair, her perfume, the fragrance of her whiskey-scented breath made his nostrils twitch and his cock get even harder.

His hands moved onto her ass, lifting the skirt out of the way. Her cheeks were blazing hot through the panties that barely covered them, and his fingers dug into the smooth hard texture of her ass mound, squeezing until she moaned and purred atop him.

"Let's do it right here," she said. "In my husband's office. Or would you rather fuck me on his bed again, mmmm?"

"In here, I guess," Paul croaked. He was still new to adultery. He felt guilty as hell for having fucked Sabra in her own bed the other day.

He tried to imagine how he'd feel, cuckolded by another guy on his own bed, and he knew he wouldn't like it. But, Jesus, how could anything like that every happen, huh? With Beth Ann?

At least he was one man whose wife would never fuck around on him!!!

Jesus! Was he thinking with his goddamn peter? He couldn't fuck Sabra Robertson here, in her husband's office, while his own Beth Ann wandered around the house escorted by Don! While Maggie Sherman prowled around, God knows where, thinking God knew what, planning -Jesus, it boggled the mind trying to second-guess Maggie Sherman!!!

But by that time Sabra was unzipping his pants, and her hand was inside, on his cock, and it was 'way too late to think about anything -about anything except the feel of her hot, moist hand encircling his dick and squeezing it while she looked him eye to eye and told him with the glance all that he needed to know about her intentions.

"I love your cock," she said. "It's not as big as my husband's, but it's a sweet juicy rod, and I want to feel it squirting in my pussy, and _taste_ it squirting on my tongue before I let go of you, Paul Darrow. How does that grab you?" and she wrenched his rod.

Somehow he got off the desk, and somehow they made it over to a leather couch along the window side of the room. At least the window was closed. He didn't have to worry too much about the moans and whimpers of pleasure drifting down to Beth Ann's ears.

But this had to be fast. Jesus, someone was gonna catch them! He fuckin' knew it! And as he watched Sabra strip down to her garters and stockings, as his dick twitched in hot appreciation of the sight of her gorgeous bare body, he wondered if he cared as much as he should about the prospect of getting caught.

She tugged his pants down to his ankles, taking shorts with the trousers, and then her head made straight for his stiff cock. She trapped it with her lips, sucking it deep inside with no hand-help at all, and he groaned, thrusting into her hot willing mouth.

The blowjob was even wilder than he remembered from day before yesterday, her tongue faster, kinkier, nastier as it worked around and around the swollen joint of his cock. She sucked him deep and she used her mouth like a baby calf eating his long hard teat of cockflesh.

"Jesus," he gasped, "oh, Jesus, Sabra, that feels sooooo fuckin' good!!!"

She didn't have to be told. She sucked harder, swallowing -if it was possible -even more of his cock. He groaned, lifting his ass from the sofa, attempting to shove all of his tool down her throat. She had room enough and more, and she sucked as if she meant it.

He couldn't help but remember the way Beth Ann had gobbled him this afternoon, when he got home from the garage and out of the shower. Her newfound sucking talents reminded him a lot of Sabra Robertson, he realized now, feeling the mistress of the art at work on him. He wouldn't have traded the sensation of his cock in Sabra's mouth for the male lead role in an Amber Lynn movie.

She kept on eating, and she meant it. His cock surged and thrust, and she made gagging sounds around it from time to time, but she didn't let up a hair on her sucking.

Sabra still hadn't touched him with anything but her mouth, and Paul knew that he could squirt his juice almost any time. His balls throbbed, full of enough cum to drown the horny, dick-loving bitch if she sucked him all the way off!

"Oh -am I intruding???"

The voice snapped Paul out of his fantasies of domination, and he jerked his head around, toward the door. For a horrible moment he thought it was Beth Ann, but it was, instead, Maggie Sherman, leaning in the doorway, regarding the suckoff with a smug, detached expression on her face.

"I thought the two of you had been gone for a long time, and I was pretty sure something like this was going on." She entered the office, closing the door behind her. As she came across the floor she was already unbuttoning her blouse.

She peeled it out of her slacks, opened it, revealing her nearly-flat chest, the red nipples sticking out in unmistakable arousal. She pinched them in her fingertips, sighing as the good feelings took hold, and then she leaned down, offering her tits to Paul.

He began to suck at one of them. He'd never, in his whole life, been with two women at the same time, though it was certainly something he'd fantasized about, a hell of a lot. Most guys did. And now here he was, trapped between what had to be the two cuntiest females God had ever allowed to live on earth.

If he were single, he wouldn't have given a shit, but even as his lips nursed Maggie's tit, as his hand cupped her ass and he felt the eager squirm of her familiar, well-toned buttocks, he couldn't help praying that Beth Ann wouldn't be the next one to come through that door.

He could handle these women's husbands, he was sure, but it would kill his wife to know that he was capable of something like this.

On the other hand, it would kill him a lot sooner if he didn't empty out some of the burning load that was formed up inside his nuts.

His stones felt like bowling balls. Sabra had finally put her hands to work. She was using them to squeeze his sac, and it was about to drive him out of his fuckin' skull!

A fingertip moved into the crack of his ass. Was everybody in the goddamn world ass-fixated these days? he wondered, but Jesus, it did feel good, having her trying to stick her finger up his shitter.

He shifted, offering himself tentatively to her, and he winced as her finger actually entered him. Just the tip, sure, but it was the first time he'd ever had anything in there besides a turd, and this finger was going the opposite direction. She pushed a little deeper, making her mouth even hotter and wetter around his cock, and he strained, fucking faster into Sabra's eager oral tube.

Maggie Sherman said, "My turn too, hot shot," and she dropped her drawers. She was wearing slacks, no panties underneath, and he could smell the arousal of her red-furred pussy as soon as she lowered her trousers. She put his hand on her cunt, guiding him to her flaps. He didn't need any directions.

He opened the gash and stuck a couple of fingers up into her with no preliminaries at all, but she was already wet and primed, and he went deep up her snug, albeit forty-year-old cunt.

Maggie lifted up onto tiptoes and then came down, sucking his fingers all the way up her pussy. She rotated atop his hand, and he corkscrewed in and out of her, hardly aware of what he was doing as Sabra gobbled his prick and fingerfucked his asshole.

It felt crazy, though he couldn't figure out why Maggie was so totally hipped on cornholing, nor even why it had suddenly become such a burning necessity to Beth Ann as well. Maybe he'd get Beth Ann to finger him the next time she blew his cock.

His prick was seemingly stiffer and longer than it had ever been before, right now, buried in Sabra's mouth, and he suspected that finger of hers, tickling his prostate, had a hell of a lot to do with it.

"Don't stop sucking -I'm gonna come!" he warned her, as if she couldn't tell by taste alone that his cock was almost ready to squirt.

She grinned around the big tool that filled her mouth and she slipped her wet lips up and down the shaft, tonguing all the way, her finger sliding provocatively in and out of his anal passage to stimulate again and again the walnut-like nodule of prostate, deep inside his rear tract.

He hadn't been paying enough attention to Maggie Sherman. All of a sudden she was standing on the sofa, straddling his face, bringing her red-haired cunt straight down onto his mouth.

He hardly had time to go "Mmmmfff" before his mouth was full of red fuzz and ripe mature pink pussy. He got his hands on her ass, which she enjoyed as much as always, and he started to eat her inside out.

She turned herself around and pushed her ass down upon him. He wasn't quite ready for that, but she seemed to want it, and anyway, what the fuck? Grinning, Paul opened her cheeks and licked her back door as hungrily as he'd eaten her front entrance.

His tongue slipped in and out of her dilated shithole. She tasted soapy-clean, but the more he speared in and out, the more clearly he could taste the natural flavors of her body. He still wasn't sure he liked it, but she was having one hell of a ride on his face! Her fingers were jammed up her pussy, and Sabra even reached up to give her a little digital assistance.

Paul grinned like a shit-eating dog. He'd never expected, in his own life, to see two women doing nasties to each other, let alone to be the centerpiece in a threesome like this.

Watching it on a porn videotape was one thing, but taking part was a whole new ball game. Maybe they should bring the camcorder in here and film this??? He'd love to see the instant replays on this balling session!

And then he gasped out loud, as his cock began to squirt hot sticky milk into Sabra's mouth. She jerked her head up and covered the tip of his cock with her hand, his cum gushing into the hollow of her palm.

Looking down, between Maggie's legs, he could see Sabra licking her lips as she watched his cum squirt out into her hand.

She leaned down and let the tip of her tongue slurp across the thick sticky puddle, and then she held her hand up so Maggie could taste it too.

When both women had sipped the fluid, Sabra smeared the rest of it onto Maggie's pussy and began to lick it off her friend's red-furred cunt.

Paul had his fingers up Maggie's asshole now, chewing on her buttocks while he finger-diddled her. She was squirming excitedly, obviously about to come with Sabra and Paul both eating her, and Paul was astonished and quite delighted to notice that his cock was still as hard as ever.

The ravenings of lust still raged within him, and he knew that he had to fuck both of these bitches, even if Beth Ann caught him with his dick in the hole. _Whose_ hole didn't matter.

But something told him that, fuck it all, it might even be worth it! He reamed harder into Maggie's asshole, and Sabra nibbled a gushing orgasm out of the redheaded older woman's pussy, and she came sliding down onto Paul's lap, her hands full of his rigid cock, while she trembled between the two bodies that had brought her to pleasure.

"Now you have to fuck us both," Sabra said throatily. "Me first, because I did all the work the last time!"

"Jesus," Paul said, "should we? I mean, my cock is sooo fuckin' hard, sure, but what if your husbands -or my wife -start to wonder where we are and come looking for us? We could get caught."

Sabra shrugged. "I don't care. I was getting tired of this marriage anyway."

She pushed Maggie off Paul's lap and eased herself down upon it, reaching underneath for his cock. "Put this thing in my pussy," she told Maggie, "and I'll show you what real fucking is all about. You'll never want it up the ass again, baby!"

Maggie just laughed. "You can't break twenty-five years' habits as easy as that," she smirked. "Mmmm, what a ripe juicy cock! Spilled all that sweet hot sperm and just look at him, he's all big and hard and stiff and still ready to fuck two insatiable cunts like you and I!"

As Paul's cock slid into Sabra's pussy, both of them began to make little excited moaning sounds. He grabbed her tits, buried his face between them, sucking up and down the jiggly, doughy mounds, biting at her brown nipples just for the fun of hearing her whine and whimper and beg him to stop, don't stop, stop, don't stop or I'll cut your fuckin' cock off! His teeth gnawed at the brown buds, and Sabra writhed hotly atop him, her pussy eating his tool as eagerly as had her mouth.

Maggie was down on the floor, on her knees, licking everything that moved. Paul could feel her tongue on his nuts, lapping up and down his shaft as it worked in and out of Sabra's wet juicing hole.

He felt her tongue go into Sabra's cunt alongside his cock, both of them fucking Sabra in tandem. Two was great, but God, three was a dynamite way to fuck! He wondered if he could _ever_ stand a snowball's chance in hell of talking Beth Ann into bringing another woman into one of their fucks. The old Beth Ann would have died, but he was seeing a change in his sweet young wife, these days, and now he wasn't entirely sure. It might take years to persuade her, but she _could_ conceivably say "yes" someday.

Meanwhile, he had it for real right here, and he was in hog heaven as he balled Sabra Robertson. Her pussy was as fantastic around his cock as it had been the other day, and he knew he could get addicted to a twat like this one.

He wasn't the only one. Maggie Sherman was concentrating more on Sabra than on him now, and the way she licked, it was obvious that she was hooked on Sabra's blonde-furred cunt already. Maybe he'd get to watch the two of them getting it on someday, just sit back and stroke his cock while he watched them kiss and suck and lick each other to ecstasy...

And then he'd spring up his prick and remind them that doing it with a guy was still the surest road to heaven! Oh, fuckin' yeah!!!

Sabra came while riding him. He was giving her nine inches of cock, all the way to his balls, probing the deepest interior of her pussy, but he knew that Maggie's tongue was at least as responsible for the orgasm as his prick. What the hell? All roads led to Rome when you were fucking!

He gave her a few more hard thrusts as she erupted, and he squeezed her juicy tits together around his face. By now he'd almost forgotten about Beth Ann altogether. His dick was as hard and horny as if it had not only just finished dumping a load of cum into Sabra's hand, and he knew that his balls weren't gonna fail him tonight.

"How about you?" he asked Maggie, grinning smugly, pridefully, as Sabra slid off his wet, pussy-coated cock.

She was still on her knees, and she didn't answer. She just bent over his lap and sucked his tool down her throat. He gasped as she gobbled him, and his cock filled her mouth in thrust after thrust. She was eating Sabra's pussy-goo off his tool, and loving every drop!

Then she stood up, still not speaking. She just turned around and parted the cheeks of her ass. Her anus was still red from the licking and fingering he'd given it, and he knew what she wanted.

"You've been here before, stud," she told him. "Put it where it belongs." She backed up to him, offering that sweet tight ass, and his cock kissed the dilated opening.

As always, the muscles surrendered without a trace of false modesty, and she pushed herself down onto his lap, swallowing his cock in her asshole.

He began to fuck in and out, his hands busy in Maggie's lap. She helped him finger her pussy, but as always, she was getting off primarily on the feel of his big hard rod jammed up her shitter.

"Ooohhh, you're a nasty assfuck," she complimented. "I really like that in a man. But you're almost too big for me ... "

"Fuck, too!" Paul laughed. "You could cornhole the Washington Monument and still holler for more."

"I'd like to fucking try!" Maggie giggled.

He was hardly aware that Sabra had arisen from the sofa, that she had gone to the window. He was still fucking Maggie when he felt the cool evening breeze suddenly touch his skin, and he looked up to see that Sabra had opened the window.

Maggie was moaning like a bitch now, sooo damn loud it scared him, especially with the window open. He thought of Beth Ann again. What if she could hear these sounds? What if she came up to investigate? His dick was rigid, and buried in Maggie Sherman's brownhole. There wasn't much room for explanations.

And then he heard a splashing noise, and the sound of fluty female female laughter. That was Beth Ann's laugh, drifting up from the patio and pool area below. The sound was pleasant, delightful. She'd laughed just that way as she climaxed with his cock up her ass, this afternoon. She'd laughed ... _just_ ... that way...

"You better come see this, Paul darling," he heard Sabra say. "I think you might enjoy it too, Mag."

"Not as much as I enjoy this cock in my asshole," Maggie panted, rocking down harder and gobbling all of Paul's tool in her shithole. She ground atop him, gasping, her ass muscles milking at his rod.

He felt her climax, and he wanted to squirt deep inside her, but she slid off him, and then Sabra was pulling him to his feet, forcing him to the window.

He looked down toward the patio and he said, "Holy Jesus fucking Christ!" He thrust his upper body completely out the window and he said, "Goddamn it, Beth Ann, what the fuck do you think you're doing down there????"

From the patio, Beth Ann looked up at him, her cute wholesome face wreathed in smiles. Her yellow party dress was lying on the patio table, and she sprawled on the tiles, wearing only her nylons and garter belt and high heels. On either side of her sat Milt Sherman and Don Robertson, both stark naked and sporting full-length erections.

And Beth Ann, his own sweet darling innocent Beth Ann, was moving her head from one cock to the other, swooping down low to suck those erect pricks into her wet, slurping mouth, again and again!!!

"I thought it was only fair for me to have some fun, too," she said, with a giggle. "Maggie and Sabra are keeping your cock busy, aren't they, darling? But if you still feel like playing, why don't the three of you come down here and join us? Mmmm, Paul, this was the _real_ surprise I had for you today. How do you like it?"