Taking For Granted

  Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her 
parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon, 
wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though 
he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband 
conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt 
Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could 
be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting 
any worse.
  Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected 
job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead 
used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into 
accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father 
had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position 
within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and 
they moved away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin.
  Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school 
friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge 
hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's 
buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa, 
the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together.
  After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, 
Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet 
another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of 
whiskey. Melisa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then 
started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how 
amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin, 
the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked 
Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him. 
Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."

  Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa 
walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was 
incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full 
moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the 
moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the 
surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the 
railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she 
was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's drunk 
friends.
  Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips 
for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to 
kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive 
dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He 
finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His 
touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace 
cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was 
happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In 
his lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and 
softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air. 
Melisa didn't care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long 
hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her 
excitement.
  He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to 
crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into 
his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of 
her firm ass. Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3" 
heels on, their embrace didn't last long. Already Melisa's neck was 
getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their 
kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit.
  Simon's heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open 
his jeans. With lust in her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and 
pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees 
in front of him, Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and 
kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips 
parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. Simon though 
his head would explode when his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow 
his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten 
like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each other, 
Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was too stunned by the 
sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say 
anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her 
right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other 
one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to 
steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached 
for the back of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and 
raised herself up.
  "I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right 
now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread 
her feet apart.
  Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the 
places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few 
sportsmen who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the 
party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs 
encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most 
erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy 
hairs came into view, Simon was shocked. He didn't know she had left the 
house without wearing any panties.
  With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa 
hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was, 
and that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since 
Simon had fucked her last, and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't 
get fucked now.
  With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the 
mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back 
with a passion Simon didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded 
his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks 
of her small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful 
thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. 
Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his 
cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, his wife held 
herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with 
excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly 
closed eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa looked 
into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!" His 
wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss. 
Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast 
could ever act this way.
  "Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster! 
Faster!" Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down, 
impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had.
  Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on his own 
two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex-
starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden 
bench by the railing.
  Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby, 
faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
  Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned 
over the patio and heaved his guts out.
  After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more 
time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up again when the 
man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.

  "Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say.
  The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa 
leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her 
hand ducked under the covers.
  "How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melisa's 
cold fingertips touched his crotch.
  "Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to... you know... 
make love to me. I'm still horny, Simon."
  The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images 
of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him. 
Melisa's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man's huge 
hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and 
down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager 
kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did 
he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His 
wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover.
  "Do you want something for your headache, or how about some 
breakfast?" Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe 
on. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we could... mess around."
  "Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked 
out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!"
  Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the 
worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out 
drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His 
stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for 
their bathroom.
  On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god. 
His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching 
prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound 
that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions 
it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short, 
white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give. 
Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to 
be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when 
his silent petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on 
the back of his neck.
  "Oh, honey, are you okay?"
  Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up 
through the hallow-like hole above his head.
  "My, oh, my! Don't we look green." Melisa said and then started 
laughing.
  "It's not funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity.
  "From where I'm standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as she 
grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed. 
You'll need to sleep this one off."
  After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice, 
Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.

  "JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke 
him up.
  "Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to 
see who was there.
  "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob, yelled 
out.
  "It should be ready in a few minutes."
  "Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat, 
LETS GO!"
  All Bob got was another tortured grunt.
  "Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little 
head hurt?" Bob teased.
  "ASSHOLE!"
  "PUSSY!"
  "Double asshole!"
  "Weekend Weed Whacker!"
  Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He remembered it was a 
derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.
  "What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon 
remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning.
  "Damn, what did those people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said, 
then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.
  "Hey, Melisa, Simon's got one of them retractable fishing rods and the 
line's all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy, 
cause I sure as hell ain't!"
  "OKAY, I'm up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get 
dressed!"
  "Never mind. False alarm." Bob shouted.
  In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"

  "I need to ask you something, Bob."
  "No, we're not going in! I don't care how many times you throw up, or 
how green you get. I'm always out here until I get my quota, so don't 
ask again."
  "It has nothing to do with that." Simon said.
  "What is it then?"
  When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his head around. Simon 
seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his 
line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing nothing out 
of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me what's on 
your mind?"
  Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, "Never mind."

  Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she 
almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning 
room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!" A 
man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was 
standing on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up 
here! Melisa suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short 
robe. She jumped when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up 
enough to stick her head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can 
I do for you?"
  "Hi there! My name's Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your 
phone? My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's 
just down the road a bit." he said with a smile.
  "Don't you have a spare?" Melisa asked, afraid to let a stranger in 
the house, especially the way she was dressed.
  "Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig, 
but if I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit. Look, I 
just need to let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and 
wait for them to send somebody to fix it."
  "Where are my manners? I'm sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living 
room." Melisa said as she opened the door all the way.
  Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing 
the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had 
a fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if 
everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa 
turned around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall, 
Jack had to swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the 
biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen on a woman her size.
  While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten 
dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes were on her. It was 
like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the line. Her 
cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon 
her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare 
only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed 
the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly 
across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely 
embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her, 
Melisa ran into the kitchen.
  "I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right." Jack said when the 
woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How long have I got?"
  "Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be here when 
everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said.
  "Thanks! See you at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone.
  Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to 
let him stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired 
his fictitious flat tire.
  "Say, lady!" he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?"
  "It's the first door on the left, down the hallway."
  When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the 
kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the bed, 
threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe 
off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she 
searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of 
her eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise.
  Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the 
adjoining bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for 
sneaking up on her, but then he didn't have to. The way he was looking 
at Melisa said it all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were 
appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something else in his 
eyes, and Melisa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless 
set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were 
the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on!
  The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both 
wanting something different. Neither knew what the other's next move was 
going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy 
pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand, 
Jack couldn't remember the last time he was this sexually aroused. It 
was certain they couldn't just let the tension keep building up between 
them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to make 
the first move?
  Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got carried away. 
That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy 
beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife 
looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her 
heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man's cock 
was sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as 
it grew larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the 
sight, and Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting.
  Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden 
movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh 
the redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed her left 
breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other 
hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and 
another sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack 
released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage. Melisa clamped 
her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth 
opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim 
waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves inside the 
only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack 
ripped her panties on both sides.
  Melisa's only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in 
anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and 
reached down. Melisa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and 
useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they 
both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the 
bed. She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a man she 
didn't even know!

  "That makes twelve, six each, right?"
  "Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How 
about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"
  "I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his fishing gear 
away.
  "By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight 
for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said.
  "I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their 
wife or girlfriend last night?"
  "I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a 
big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to be 
prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm 
pretty sure she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight."
  "Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me 
how you felt about her."
  "Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being in your 
shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're just 
jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any 
girl you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who's not only 
the sexiest creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot! You 
guys are the envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The 
same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am 
what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?"
  "What's that?" Simon asked his friend.
  "Don't let it go to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success 
hasn't changed you. Try to keep that way."

  Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air 
had done him some good. At least he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only 
a short nap would get rid of his headache.
  As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently 
bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about last night. He then decided 
it was best to get rid of his headache first. Besides, he still wasn't 
sure if he had really seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed 
it all. Thankful that his wife wasn't around when he opened the door, he 
tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off to bed.
  Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his 
bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This was real! His 
wife WAS with another man!
  Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands were clutching at 
his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and down his cock. 
Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and move as a 
stranger's dick poked around inside his wife's sucking mouth. Simon 
could see Melisa's tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock 
protruding from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though. His 
head was trapped between Melisa's thighs, hiding him from view, as she 
lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face. 
The wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others 
genitals made Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning 
and moaning made his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon 
wanted to die on the spot!
  Melisa shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and 
tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her 
dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever 
increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her 
head bobbed up and down. Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion 
and her hands continued to fly rapidly over the man's shaft until he 
finally ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its 
way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of 
thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she 
was still wantonly sucking.
  Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had rushed outside, racing 
aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With tear stained 
eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.
  "Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give you a 
ride." a cheerful woman's voice said.
  Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car and 
got in.

  Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body, 
Melisa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a 
second time, but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed, 
something she hadn't felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon, 
and knew that what she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help 
herself.
  Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa's sex life was 
phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and 
with good reason. Melisa thought college was nothing but a four year 
orgy and very seldom turned down a chance to have sex. She had no qualms 
about letting any of her dates get into her panties. The guy had to be a 
real geek if he couldn't get between her legs, and even then, Melisa 
would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned, the only 
thing in life that could come close to having a stiff cock was shopping.
  Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn't matter 
because no one would dare say it to her face. Her family's status in the 
community prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior. 
The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't apply 
when she wasn't there. Her father's dated codes of what a lady should 
act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school, 
she became even more rebellious toward him.
  All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon. It was as 
though her popularity had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking 
her out, and wouldn't even flirt with her anymore. At 6' 5" and the 
middle linebacker for the football team all four years he was there, 
Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa 
didn't take this into account. She thought men didn't find her 
attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in 
love with Simon, and didn't want her past indiscretions to ruin their 
relationship.
  But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel 
unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest 
clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her. 
Before they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because 
he hadn't fucked her in over a month. She couldn't understand why Simon 
didn't want to fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn't go that 
long without sex, and didn't know how her husband could.
  Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and the one this morning, 
it helped take the edge off her sexual appetite. But she really didn't 
want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her. "Well, if my own 
husband won't screw me, at least I know other men still want to." she 
said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As degrading a thought as 
this was, Melisa decided it wasn't her fault. She also made up her mind 
that she'd fuck someone else again if Simon didn't start paying more 
attention to her.

  It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well 
on his way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the 
neatly lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single 
swallow. Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm 
about something or other. He didn't know what she was saying, or did he 
really care. She had been yakking away ever since she picked him up on 
the side of the road. He looked at her through the empty thick shot 
glass. All he could see were two distorted red lines, opening and 
closing.
  "You still suck cock?" he blurted out.
  Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon 
continued his one sided conversation.
  "I didn't think my wife did, but she does. She's a pretty good at it 
too, opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You play 
with the balls when you suck a guy's cock?"
  When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't being so 
quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you 
home now, Sy. I think you've had enough."
  "Is she with him?" he mumbled.
  "What?"
  "Is she still with him?"
  "Simon, you're not making any sense. What are you talking about?" 
Janice asked, not really understanding him.
  Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches 
of her face and said, "My wife and some other guy are playing hide the 
salami in our own fucking house!"
  "I don't believe it! You're just imagining things. Why, from what I've 
heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl."
  "I saw it with my own eyes! Melisa was sucking this guy's cock and 
rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our 
own fucking bed!"
  "Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run 
around on you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would 
even dare think of doing something like that with your wife. Hell, you 
only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody's even met her yet!"
  Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend, 
because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item 
in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily 
ever after, but then things changed. When he received a full scholarship 
to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad 
because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage were 
put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life 
ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to, 
but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself 
for letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since 
then, she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that 
Melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second 
chance she'd been hoping and praying for.
  Simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at 
Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her 
face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She still has 
that look, Simon thought. Janice's deep brown eyes were what attracted 
him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past, which 
was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same 
time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old feelings 
for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold Janice's 
hand, but she jerked it back quickly.
  "Let me get you home." she said as she gathered up her things.
  "I told you, I don't want to go home."
  "Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy. I've got shopping to do and a 
house to clean. I really have to go."
  Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned back in his chair and 
said, "I'll be fine, why don't you take off."
  Driving away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began thinking. 
If his wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She 
had heard the rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured 
that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then 
file for a divorce. Janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when 
she realized exactly what she was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she 
yelled, "Why did you have to come back?" and then she started crying.

4 Granted
Part 2
By DATS HIM

  "Where's dinner?" her husband called out to Janice when he got home 
from work.
  "If you don't mind, I thought we'd go out to eat." she yelled from 
upstairs in their bedroom.
  Normally, her husband preferred a home cooked meal, and Janice 
expected him to object to her suggestion, but he surprised her.
  "Let me give the Carsons a call. We were suppose to meet them later 
for drinks anyway, so they might as well join us. How's The Landing 
sound?"
  "I thought we might go over to Don's place. We haven't been there in a 
while." Janice replied quickly.
  She was hoping to run into Simon again since he lived so close to the 
small tavern. This was the reason she was getting dressed up.
  "Okay, I'll tell them to meet us there for supper, then we'll all go 
to the Landing for drinks when we're done." Tom yelled back.
  Janice wasn't the only one with a motive for wanting to go out. After 
hearing from Jack about how the hot redhead drained his balls this 
morning, he wanted to see her again. In a perverse sense, this was Tom's 
way of getting even with Simon. Several nights over the past six years 
he heard Janice talk in her sleep and mention his name, but when he 
asked her about it in the morning, she denied having any feelings for 
him anymore. Tom didn't believe this, and suspected his wife was still 
in love with her former boyfriend. He didn't plan last night's jaunt on 
the patio with Simon's wife, but when it was over Tom looked at it as a 
macho victory over the man his wife still cared for.
  Janice finally came downstairs and announced she was ready to go. The 
way she was dressed removed any doubts Tom had on how Janice felt about 
Simon. Instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers that she usually wore, 
Janice was decked out in a short pale-blue skirt, a tight fitting white 
sweater, and heels. Right then, Tom made up his mind he was going to 
fuck Simon's wife again, even if he had to go over to their house like 
Jack did.

  "Bob, will you tell him I need those shot glasses back. I only got 
about five clean ones left!" the owner of the small tavern pleaded.
  "Hear that, Simon? Don's cutting you off. Time to go."
  "I'm not getting in that fucking boat again!" Simon shouted without 
even looking up.
  "What's your position on cars?"
  Back and forth they went, Bob trying to get Simon to leave, and Simon 
trying to get Bob to stay and drink with him. In the end, Simon won, but 
only after Bob made him promise to eat something. Bob had seen his best 
friend like this before, and knew all to well how belligerent he could 
get. Don came over to the table then and asked, "Can I take these away 
now?"
  "Shit, it's about time!" Simon said.
  Playfully, and not too hard, Don hit Simon over the head with a tray 
he was carrying.
  "What are you doing here anyway?" Simon finally asked Bob.
  "Remember, you and Mel were suppose to come over for dinner tonight. 
Well, if Mohammed won't go to the mountain, then the mountain will come 
to Mohammed." Bob said as Melisa and Bob's wife Sue walked in.
  Simon became very quiet when the two women sat down to join them. 
While Sue and Melisa discussed the differences between life in the woods 
and big city, Bob studied his friend. Something was troubling him, and 
had been all day. He then noticed that every time Simon looked at 
Melisa, he did so with a scowl. They must be fighting, he thought, and 
sensed that things could get ugly, especially considering how much Simon 
had to drink already. When Don came over to their table again, Bob 
promptly ordered steak dinners for everyone. From past experience, he 
knew this wouldn't change Simon's mood, but it would sober him up and 
make him more reasonable. Melisa and Sue continued to talk up a storm 
during dinner and, thankfully, Simon didn't argue when Melisa suggested 
he quit drinking, at least until they finished eating.
  The food did help. This, plus making him drink several cups of coffee 
after dinner and splashing his face with ice-cold water in the small 
bathroom, had Simon coherent now. He could focus his eyes, and knew 
where he was and who was with him. When he talked, his speech wasn't 
slurred and he could be understood.
  "You okay, pal?" Bob asked before they went to rejoin their wives.
  "Yeah, I'm doing better, thanks. Almost like old times, huh? Me 
getting fucked up, and you coming to the rescue." Simon said as he dried 
his face.
  "Don't you think it's about time you stopped doing this kind of shit?"
  "I guess so."
  "Are you and Melisa getting along okay?"
  "Boy, you sure are subtle." Simon answered.
  "Come on, don't play any of your horse shit games, Simon! I've seen 
the dirty looks you've been giving her. Fuck, you think I'm blind!"
  "Hey, I can handle it."
  "Look, we've been friends a long time. If you need someone to talk to, 
I'll listen. But, if you and Melisa are having problems, keep it to 
yourselves. Quit making other people around you feel uncomfortable!"
  "I'm feeling better and I'll behave. Now, why don't we go back out 
there and have a good time."
  While Bob and Simon were in the bathroom, two other couples had come 
in. They were still talking with Melisa and Sue when the men returned, 
so Bob invited them to sit down. Within five minutes, he regretted this 
and was ready to pull his hair out. After just straightening out Simon 
in the bathroom, Melisa started acting up, and she was a lot more vocal 
about it than Simon had been.
  Sitting at their large table were eight people, Simon and Melisa, Bob 
and his wife Sue, Simon's former girlfriend Janice and her husband Tom 
(the stranger Melisa fucked last night), and Jack (the man Melisa fucked 
this morning) and his wife Mary.
  The verbal assaults began when Simon went over and sat down next to 
Janice, leaving Melisa to sit between Tom and Jack. She was very quiet 
for awhile, but it didn't last long.
  "So, Janice, I hear you two were quite the couple... some time ago." 
Melisa said in the cattiest voice she had.
  "I believe we still look good... together." Janice replied, making the 
same pause for effect that Melisa had.
  Everyone now knew that Melisa and Janice didn't like each other. Simon 
could tell Melisa was jealous of the tall brunette, and loved it. Janice 
knew she was making Simon's wife jealous, and she loved it too. This set 
the stage for an evening none of them would forget. After the two women 
tired of making snide remarks about each other, with Melisa coming out 
on the short end of most of them, they began a more open and direct 
battle.
  Melisa started it by asking Tom to play some music on the jukebox so 
they could dance. While giving both Janice and Simon a watch-what-I-do-
next look, she grabbed Tom's arm and got up from the table. If looks 
could kill, Janice would have been strapped into an electric chair and 
executed on the spot. Melisa only smiled at the fuming woman. As she and 
Tom walked over to the jukebox, Melisa's left hand dropped to Tom's 
butt.
  While the two of them were selecting songs, Bob picked up the 
conversation at the silent table, talking about a local fishing contest 
coming up. His wife took this as her cue, and started talking to Mary 
about how pretty she looked.
  Jack's wife, only 20 years old, was the youngest of the group. Mary 
was also the giddiest girl any of them knew, always laughing and 
generally avoiding any serious conversations. Her assumed deficiency of 
brain cells was overlooked though, because Mary, before Melisa showed 
up, was the most flirtatious woman in town. With a wild mane of blonde 
hair and a body that could grace any centerfold, she looked like she 
just finished having sex all the time. This, plus the revealing clothes 
she always wore, had every man's dick hard for miles around. What people 
didn't know was that Jack encouraged Mary to look and act this way. He 
was proud of the way men made a fuss over his wife. Nobody in town knew 
that Jack and Mary were swingers, but a few of them were about to find 
out.
  Sitting on Mary's right, Sue was shocked to see Jack's hand slide 
under the short dress his wife was wearing. She tried not to look, but 
couldn't take her eyes away as he pushed the hem of Mary's dress up, 
exposing her young and slender thighs. Sue quickly glanced up, ready to 
tell Jack he shouldn't be doing that in public, but he was grinning at 
her and continued to move his wife's dress up higher. Bob was still 
talking about the fishing tournament, and Simon and Janice were too busy 
looking at their spouses to notice what was going on. Sue looked down 
again as Jack began to rub the inside of Mary's thighs, her dress now up 
to her waist. Mary was wearing a pair of crotchless pantyhose and 
nothing else. Little wisps of blonde pubic hair poked through the lace 
opening when Mary parted her legs to let Jack's fingers get closer to 
her pussy. Sue thought that what the two of them were doing was vulgar, 
and she knew she was wrong in watching them, but something had come over 
her and she couldn't tear her eyes away.
  While this was going on, Melisa and Tom began dancing. At first, they 
kept a respectable distance from one another while traipsing around the 
small area. Melisa then looked over at her husband and Janice. Moving 
closer to Tom, she lowered her hand from his waist and placed in on his 
rear end again. Janice was boiling inside. Not only did this east coast 
bitch steal her first true love, she was now putting moves on her 
husband as well.
  Simon thought there was something strangely familiar about the way 
Melisa and Tom looked together. Then it hit him. Tom must have been the 
man Melisa fucked last night! Though not absolutely positive about it, 
he felt certain that Tom was the one who made his wife act so 
passionate.
  While talking with Jack, Bob could see that his wife was nervous about 
something. Sue was wiggling around in her seat and her face was becoming 
flush. She also kept glancing up at everyone, like she was doing 
something she wasn't suppose to be doing. Sue had more wine than she 
normally did and was on her fifth glass now, so he thought she was 
feeling guilty about that, and didn't pay any more attention to her.
  What Bob couldn't see was that Sue's left hand was on Mary's right 
leg. While she watched Jack slide his index finger into his wife's 
pussy, Mary surprisingly grabbed Sue's hand and placed it on her knee. 
Sue's eyes bulged out and she thought of jerking it away, but then 
everyone would know what was going on, so she kept her hand still. Mary 
then leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, and asked Simon 
something. When the others looked at him and waited for his reply, Mary 
moved her leg up against Sue's and slowly began to rub it. When Simon 
started talking, Mary casually reached down and placed her hand on top 
of Sue's. When she didn't try to pull it away, Mary gently slid Sue's 
hand up her thighs.
  Sue thought she was crazy for allowing something like this to happen, 
but she also found it too stimulating to quit. Though she knew how 
pleasing nylon felt on her own legs, there was something forbidden and 
very exciting about feeling it on another woman's legs. As the blonde 
continued to use her hand to massage herself, Sue's heart began to beat 
wildly. She could feel the firmness of the girl's thighs and got more 
turned on. Sue nearly jumped out of her skin when Jack's hand suddenly 
replaced Mary's. She had a hard time breathing as he squeezed her hand 
and brought it up to the open crotch of his wife's pantyhose. Sue could 
feel the heat rising from Mary's pussy as Jack moved her hand closer and 
closer. Sue's fingertips felt the soft hairs between the blonde's legs, 
and she quickly swallowed another sip of wine, choking on it.
  Turning away from Simon for a moment, Bob asked, "Are you okay, 
honey?"
  "Just went down the wrong pipe." Sue said after clearing her throat, 
but she didn't remove her hand from Mary's pussy even though Jack had 
removed his.
  Janice was silently sitting next to Simon, doing a slow burn as she 
watched Melisa and her husband dance. Melisa was now blatantly rubbing 
his butt in a suggestive manner, while shoving her breasts against him. 
She couldn't blame Tom for pulling the sleazy tramp closer, and she 
could even understand it when he put one of his legs between hers. 
Melisa then started to grinding her pussy up and down on Tom's thigh. 
Janice didn't like this one bit and decided it was time to show the east 
coast slut that she could play the same game. Grabbing Simon's hand, she 
angrily pulled him up from his chair and said, "Follow me."

  "You should see those people out there! You'd think I was running was 
a whore house or something." Don said to his wife as he brought a tray 
of dirty dishes into the kitchen.
  "What's going on?" Kathy asked.
  "You know that girl who's always showing off to the guys?"
  "She at it again?"
  "No, it's worse!"
  "What's she doing this time?"
  "You won't believe me, so you better take a look for yourself."
  "Let me finish cleaning this pot first." Kathy told her husband. "You 
know, sometimes I think you're just a horny old goat who'd like to get 
into her pants. The poor girl just likes to have fun, and since her 
husband doesn't mind, I don't understand why you always have to make a 
big deal out everything she does."
  "Oh, yeah! Well, wait till you see what that poor girl of yours is 
doing this time!"
  Unknown to Don, Kathy was envious of Mary's looks, body, youth, and 
the steady fucking she knew the blonde was getting. Kathy, on the other 
hand, had to masturbate for her sexual relief because Don was always too 
busy with their tavern. Even at fifty years old, Kathy was still in 
pretty good shape and had received many offers from the men who came in. 
Since she felt it would be wrong to cheat on her husband, she turned 
them all down and masturbated instead. In fact, it was the blonde's 
husband who really got her hooked on masturbating.
  Jack had been trying to talk her into going to bed with him for some 
time, but Kathy just considered his advances nothing more than friendly 
flirting, albeit a little crude at times. About a year ago, when the 
place was empty, he came in and started making a play for her again. As 
usual, Kathy politely turned him down. Jack finished his beer and just 
before leaving, he handed her a box, saying that until she changed her 
mind it was something to remember him by.
  After he was gone, Kathy opened the package, expecting to find a long 
stem rose or type of flower. What she found was anything but flowers, 
and she started to laugh. Jack had given her a dildo! She heard of 
these, but never actually saw one before. It was two feet long, and each 
end of the flexible rubber shaft was molded to look like the head of a 
man's prick. Kathy wondered about its unusual size and shape. The naive 
woman was confused. There was no way she could possibly get both ends of 
the thing in her at once, so why did it have two dick heads?
  Kathy put the dildo to good use though. She quickly became experienced 
at using it, and after only a few days was addicted to masturbating with 
it. For the first time in her life she could have a hard dick in pussy 
for as long and as many times as she wanted it. She even stopped 
bothering Don about having sex altogether. He didn't seem to mind, 
because their constant bickering with one another had ceased, and Kathy 
was in a better mood.

  Jack kept talking to Bob, knowing that if he didn't and things got 
quiet, Sue would move her hand away from Mary's pussy. While pretending 
to be interested in what Bob was saying, Jack put his hand back under 
the table and searched for Sue's. Both women stiffened when they felt 
his fingers. Bob rambled on about his favorite subject while, right 
across from him, his wife and Jack were rubbing Mary's pussy.
  "Oh!" Mary sighed loudly when Jack's finger plunged into her wet slit 
and he wiggled it around. "That's right, and if you don't get the hook 
set just..." Bob continued, as if Mary was suddenly interested in 
fishing.
  Sue had to stifle a giggle at her husband's ignorance. With all the 
wine, plus the outrageous things the three of them were doing, a crazy 
idea popped into Sue's head. Moving her fingers above Jack's, Sue parted 
the slippery lips of Mary's pussy and began stroking her clit with the 
tip of her fingernail. Another sigh came from Mary, but Bob kept right 
on talking. Sue then squeezed her hand around Mary's entire vulva, 
leaving only a small puffy opening so Jack could continue to finger-fuck 
his wife.
  Mary bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out as Jack and Sue 
played with her cunt under the table. The blonde had done some pretty 
bizarre things since marrying Jack, but they had never anything in 
public. Mary knew that most of the people in town thought she was a 
flake and a tease. This was okay though, because she thought most of 
them were boring. She wondered what people would say if they ever found 
out that their recently elected Mayor's wife liked playing with another 
woman's pussy.
  Mary slowly began clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks, causing 
her pussy to move up and down slightly. Jack shoved another finger 
inside her and spread her pussy open. Sue released her grip from around 
Jack's fingers, and then slid her middle one between his. At the same 
time, they both pushed the digits into his wife's dripping hole. Mary 
lost control, doubling over as though she had severe cramp in her 
stomach.
  "Are you all right, Mary?" Bob asked.
  "I'm... okay." the trembling girl barely managed to say.
  "Why don't we go to the ladies room, honey." Sue said as she stood up.
  Jack looked past his wife and said, "You'll make sure she's feeling 
better before she comes... back, right Sue?"
  "Don't worry, she'll feel a lot better by the time we come... back."
  As the two women went to the ladies bathroom, Bob noticed a big wet 
spot in the seat of Mary's pink dress and made a comment to Jack about 
it.
  "She's got female problems... can't control her water very well." Jack 
said convincingly, but knowing full well the stain was there because 
Mary's pussy flowed juice easier than any woman he know of.

  Out on the dance floor, it looked like Janice and Melisa had started a 
dirty dancing contest. Each of them was lewdly sliding, rubbing, and  
grinding their bodies against their dance partner's. Both Simon and Tom 
had big grins on their faces while Melisa and Janice tried to out 
perform each other. When Melisa slowly rotated her groin against the 
crotch of Tom's pants, Janice did the same thing to Simon. Melisa then 
stepped away a little, and seductively opened her blouse all the way. 
Checking to make sure that Janice and Simon were still watching, she 
placed Tom's left hand on her breasts and started sucking on the fingers 
of his other hand.
  Janice was fed up with the redhead's antics. Not thinking about what 
she was doing and having a terrible temper to begin with, Janice was 
going to show Melisa that she was sexier. Grabbing a chair from a near 
by table, she dragged it over. After she made Simon sit down on it, 
Janice spread his legs open and stood between them. Simon started to get 
up, but she stopped him. "Sit down, Sy!" she shouted angrily, "She 
started this, but I'm going to finish it!"
  Kicking her heels off and lifting her skirt up to her waist, Janice 
hooked her thumbs in the top of her pantyhose and panties and quickly 
yanked them off. Simon got up again, but instead of pushing him back in 
the chair, Janice deftly and suddenly had his pants open and down around 
his ankles. When she was done, she shoved him back onto the chair. 
Janice then quickly turned around and plopped down on Simon's lap, her 
long and shapely legs on the outside of Simon's, and her hands gripped 
tightly under the seat of the chair to prevent him from getting up 
again. "Watch this!" Janice said to Melisa, and began rotating her ass 
in circles over Simon's crotch, watching his dick grow hard as her pussy 
rubbed its head.

  Kathy finished up at the sink. Something wasn't right. Her head 
snapped up, ears alert for any sound. All she heard was the music 
playing in the other room, no talking or laughing. Turning her head 
toward the swinging doors, Kathy spotted her husband sneaking over to 
the pass-through window by the pool table and dance floor. Don was being 
too quiet, so she dried off her hands on a towel and snuck up behind 
him. A flash of light hit her eyes and she turned. It was only the 
woman's bathroom light. One of the girls must have forgotten to turn it 
off, she thought. Forever mindful of money, she'd turn the light off 
first, then see what her husband was up to. Kathy couldn't believe her 
eyes when she got to the bathroom.
  The blonde haired Mary was straddling the toilet, her dress bunched up 
around her waist and her legs spread apart. There was another woman 
kneeling on the floor in front of her and she had her face between the 
young girl's thighs. Kathy raced over to tell Don what was going on when 
she was stopped dead in her tracks by another equally shocking sight. 
Big Tom Jackson was in the middle of the dance floor, his pants around 
his ankles, and a redhead was on her knees in front of him, sucking his 
cock!
  "Don, quick, come look at this!" Kathy whispered as loud as she dared. 
Her husband turned around and said, "Never mind that, get over here and 
see what these guys are doing!"
  "I know, but you should see what's going on in the woman's bathroom!"
  When Don turned around, his wife put her hands over her mouth and let 
out a little shriek. He quickly stopped and spun his head around, 
thinking he was missing something on the dance floor. Kathy walked up to 
her husband, reached out for his hard dick, which was sticking out of 
his pants, and began stroking it. Don then went to see what was going on 
in the bathroom, Kathy right behind him, still holding onto his cock. 
When he saw that the young blonde was getting her cunt eaten out by the 
Mayor's wife, Don's jaw almost hit the floor. It didn't, but Kathy did, 
with her knees. Bringing the tip of the biggest hard-on her husband ever 
had up to her mouth, Kathy opened her lips and stuck her tongue out.

  For reason, Mary looked at the bathroom door and noticed it was open a 
little. She was about to reach out and close it when she saw that the 
old coot who ran the place was spying on her. Deciding to let him get 
his jollies, Mary opened the door a little more so he could get a better 
look. She then pushed Sue away from her and turned around. Bending over 
and raising her dress up, she looked at the kneeling woman behind her 
through her legs and said, "Do me this way. After I come, I'll do you."
  Sue couldn't believe the young blonde was being so bold, but she 
placed her hands on Mary's ass anyway and then slid her tongue down 
through the crack of her butt until she reached Mary's pussy again.

  Cursing at him under her breath, Kathy still enjoyed sucking her 
husband's already exploding cock. She had just gotten it into her mouth 
when Don began spraying his cum all over the place. When he finished, 
she let it pop out, and was more than surprised to see he was still 
hard. Quickly unsnapping her jeans, she pushed them and her panties down 
to her knees and laid on the floor in front of him. "Come on, honey," 
Kathy said while reaching up for him, "you can watch them and fuck me 
before your dick gets soft. Hurry! Please, Don, fuck me!"
  "I'll be right back." Don said, leaving his frustrated wife on the 
floor.
  She knew it was too good to be true. Don never wanted to make love to 
her when she wanted it. Use to his neglect, but still on fire, Kathy 
started masturbating right there on the kitchen floor.
  Opening her pussy with the fingers of her left hand and shoving a 
couple of them inside, she used the fingers of her right hand to 
furiously rub against the base of her clit. Never touching the tip of 
the super sensitive and elongated organ with her fingers, Kathy rolled 
around on the floor as, once again, she had to fuck herself to reach an 
orgasm.

  After Janice started getting Simon's dick hard, Bob knew he had to 
leave. This was no place for someone in his position to be. But his wife 
and Mary were still in the bathroom. Bob suddenly went looking for Sue 
when Melisa dropped to her knees and began sucking Tom's dick. As the 
new Mayor, there was no way he could ever be associated with this new 
turn of events. He had to get him and his wife out of there fast. 
Hearing moans coming from the bathroom, Bob rushed to see if his wife 
was okay.
  There moaning all right, but it wasn't because Sue was sick, neither 
was Mary for that matter. Both women were feeling just great. Bob was 
startled to feel a hand at his crotch. Looking down, he saw Kathy, her 
jeans around her ankles, trying to open up his fly.
  "Are you crazy! Get your clothes back on! What's with you people?"
  "Please, just let me suck you dick for a little while." Kathy pleaded.
  "Get away from me!" Bob repeated as he turned around, backing up and 
tripping over his wife's feet.
  Burning with desire, Kathy crawled on her hands and knees and followed 
Bob into the now very crowded woman's bathroom.
  Mary jumped up and turned around when she heard the commotion. Seeing 
Sue's husband frightened her at first, but then she saw he was too busy 
trying to keep the owner's wife from opening his pants. Before Sue could 
turn and see what was going on behind her, Mary grabbed the back of her 
head and shoved her pussy at Sue's face. Sue moaned in protest, but 
began eating and licking her again. The twenty year old blonde thought 
it was so comical to see the Mayor try to keep his pants on while at the 
same time his wife was eating her pussy. Kathy finally got his pants 
open and was now trying to get them down, but Bob kept bringing them up.
  "What's wrong with everybody? Have you all gone mad?" Bob said as he 
pulled his pants up once again.
  "What's the matter, Bob?" Mary asked, still holding onto Sue's head as 
Bob's wife continued to lick her pussy.
  "I know how to get her to stop." she told him.
  "How?" he asked almost pleading.
  Reaching down, Mary lifted up the back of Sue's dress, then spoke to 
her.
  "Come on, honey, pull your panties down."
  Sue raised herself up from the floor and did what Mary told her to do, 
never letting her tongue slip away from the sweet tasting hole she was 
munching on. Pulling the hem of Sue's dress all the way up to her waist, 
Mary placed a hand on each cheek of her ass and looked at Bob.
  "Well, what are you waiting for? She can't suck your cock if you're 
fucking your wife."
  Things were so confusing and surprising to Bob that he never thought 
of just grabbing Sue and running out of the place. His whole thought 
process was turned upside down and he couldn't think. Sue, his ever 
faithful wife, the community leader for most of the town's charity 
functions had her head under Mary's dress, licking, sucking, and eating 
her pussy. And as if this wasn't bad enough, he had watched her 
willingly drop her panties and stick her bare ass up in the air so he 
could fuck her. The fact that Kathy was still trying to get his pants 
down and suck his cock was of no concern to him anymore. If his decent 
and loving wife was willing to participate in this crazy orgy, then why 
should he object?
  With all the sexual activity going on, Bob was suddenly torn between 
letting Don's wife suck him off while he watched Sue eat out Mary, or 
fucking Sue while she ate out Mary. Either way, Sue wasn't going to stop 
eating Mary's pussy. All he really had to decide was what he wanted. 
When Kathy pulled his pants down the next time, Bob didn't stop her, but 
quickly hopped over to his wife and slammed his crotch up against her 
exposed back side. Before he could do anything else, Mary wrapped her 
arms around Bob's neck, giving him a deep and wet kiss as Sue reached 
between her legs and searched for her husband's cock.
  Kathy wildly kicked her jeans all the way off, got up from the floor, 
and glared at everyone.
  "Who needs you guys!" she spat at them as she left the bathroom.

  "Where the hell you going?" Don asked Kathy as she hurried past him, 
naked from the waist down.
  "Fuck off, pencil dick!"
  After his wife walked through the back door, leaving it open, he 
rushed over to it and shout out, "Be careful, dear, it's the rutting 
season. That lilly white ass of yours makes a pretty good target!"
  The northern half of Wisconsin heard Kathy's reply.
  "That's right, dear! Even the dumb animals use their cock at least 
once a year, which is more than I can say for some people I know!

  Jack was beginning to change his mind about this group. They weren't 
so bad after all. From where he was sitting, he could see everything 
that was going on, unlike poor old Don, who was still running back and 
forth in the kitchen. Relieved to see that Bob was even in the spirit of 
things, Jack decided to join the fun. He walked out to the dance floor 
and stopped when he was standing behind the kneeling and sucking Melisa.
  The flaming redhead was truly a sexual marvel. For her size and 
appearance, it was amazing that she could do some of the things she did. 
Her pussy had squeezed his cock so hard this morning that he thought she 
was going to snap right it off, and she had to be the proverbial woman 
who could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Everything about her 
spelled sex. There was only one thing he didn't try with her, and he was 
sure she wouldn't object to doing it now. As Jack reached down to open 
his pants, Janice yelled at him.
  "Why don't you come over here. I'll suck your cock better than she 
ever thought of doing it."
  Janice was still teasing Simon, her pussy and hands rubbing the 
enormous shaft of his cock, but not yet letting him penetrate between 
the puffy lips of her gyrating hole. Jack looked up at Tom for his 
approval. After all, it was only common courtesy with the people he and 
Mary had been swinging with to get the consent of both spouses if they 
were in the same room. Besides, Tom could and just might beat the shit 
out of him if he didn't.
  Tom looked over at his wife and asked, "No bullshit, you really wanna 
suck his cock?"
  "Why can't I? You're letting that fucking whore suck yours!"
  "Calm down, baby! Go ahead and suck his cock if you want to."
  Janice was really pissed at Melisa, and thought she was the most 
spoiled brat she had ever run across. After years of baby sitting, she 
knew how to deal with someone like this. All she had to do was take away 
anything they wanted, until they learned how to behave. And Janice was 
going to teach Melisa that lesson. If Simon's wife wanted sex, Janice 
was willing to fuck and suck everybody there just so she couldn't, even 
if it meant doing all of them at the same time. If Melisa wanted dick, 
Janice was going to make sure that the only kind she got was a limp and 
drained one.
  Tom watched as Jack got undressed and then stepped up in front of his 
wife. Simon's cock had been hard for what seemed like hours already, but 
she hadn't put it in her pussy yet. Even though his dick was larger than 
anyone's there, Janice couldn't be afraid of it since they went together 
in high school, so what was Janice waiting for?
  Melisa suddenly let Tom's cock pop out of her mouth and sprang up from 
the floor. She then slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her 
shoulders, and let the whole thing slide down her body. Once it was 
around her ankles, she kicked it out of the way, piled her hair on top 
of her head, and did a slow sensual turn. This caught everyone's eye, 
even Janice's. To the steady beat of the music, Melisa then leisurely 
took her lace panties off and kicked them in the air, somehow aiming for 
and making them land on Tom's extended prick. Next, she turned her back 
to Janice's husband and bent over from the waist. Slowly running both 
her hands up the back of her nylons until they reached her small rear 
end, she spread her cheeks open. Rotating her hips, Melisa looked up 
from between her legs at Tom and asked, "You want to fuck me in the 
ass?"
  As if hypnotized, Tom staggered toward the tiny redhead with the small 
bottom she was inviting him to fuck. It didn't look like one of his 
fingers could fit inside her tight hole, let alone his cock, but he sure 
as hell was going to give it a try. Slowly stumbling forward with his 
pants down, he watched Melisa spread her ass cheeks open wider for him. 
Placing his hands on her hips, Tom brought her back to him. His dick was 
way too far above her back side, and with his pants at his feet there 
was no possibility of getting his cock at the right angle in this 
position. He called Jack over to give him a hand with her while he took 
his pants off. The two of them lifted the petite redhead up and placed 
her on the nearest table on her hands and knees.

  Officer Richard Todd was on patrol, driving through the dark woods and 
occasionally stopping to check on the cabins not occupied by their city 
owners. Things were pretty quiet, but then they always were.
  "Rich, this is base, come in." the radio speaker blared.
  "What is it, Joan?" he said into the mike.
  "Are you anywhere near Don's Tavern?"
  "Why? Does another drunk need a ride home? This ain't no taxi you 
know. It's a patrol car and I'm a police officer."
  "Don't worry big shot, nobody's going to puke in your car. I just got 
a call about someone running around in the woods near Don's, that's 
all."
  "So?"
  "So they're naked as they day they were born. Hustle on over there 
before I put you on report."
  "I was only kidding." Rich said.
  "By the way, the caller said the lunatic is female! Base out."
  Rich put the mike back and punched the accelerator. Since it was some 
lady running around naked and not a guy, he didn't put his emergency 
lights on, hoping he'd be able to catch whoever she was, instead of 
scaring her off when he got there.

  Kathy had retrieved the dildo Jack gave her from its secret hiding 
place. After taking the rest of her clothes off, she walked back 
outside, the double-headed fake cock swinging at her side like a billy-
club. Standing butt naked in the shadows, she poked her head around the 
front corner of the tavern she and her husband owned and peeked in the 
window.
  Big Tom Jackson's wife was on her knees on the dance floor now, not 
the tiny redhead. The lovely looking brunette was sucking a cock, but it 
wasn't her husband's. The man was as tall as Tom, but it wasn't Tom. 
Kathy then noticed that people were behind Janice. It was Bob and the 
young blonde she was so jealous of. They were fucking each other silly. 
Kathy then looked around and finally spotted Jack. He and Tom were 
really giving it to the redhead. She was kneeling on one of the table-
top video games, getting fucked from behind by Tom and sucking on Jack's 
cock.
  The sight of all those people fucking and sucking each other got her 
juices flowing again. Leaning against the wall outside, Kathy spread her 
legs apart and placed one end of her dildo up to her pussy. With both 
hands, she slowly pushed the head inside her aching and very lubricated 
hole. When she had about nine inches of it inside her, she remained 
still. Thoughts of all those hard and ready to fuck cocks made her 
tremble with a deeper desire. She wanted to just walk inside and grab 
the first one within reach. Jack, Tom, Bob, or the other guy, she didn't 
care which one it was. Sure the dildo did its job and allowed her to 
enjoy orgasm after orgasm, but it wasn't the same as having a throbbing 
live prick spray its hot liquid inside her clenching and willing box. 
Nothing could replace that. Even though it was pure torture for her, she 
had to have another look at what was going on.
  Tom's wife was now straddling the guy she was sucking only moments 
ago. She heard the loud sigh as Janice lowered herself down and took his 
cock into her pussy. Kathy, not caring if any of them saw her now, stood 
in front of the window and began fucking the dildo. She hoped one of 
them might see her and invite her in to join their party.

  "I'm gonna come!" Jack grunted, thrusting his hips and driving his 
entire cock down Melisa's throat.
  "Me too!" Tom shouted as he pounded her from behind.
  Melisa was about to have her own orgasm and didn't want the men to 
stop. Suddenly, she felt the cock in her mouth jerk and explode, firing 
its cum. She somehow managed to swallow the first blast and the second 
and the third one, but didn't swallow after that. She let the man fill 
her mouth with his gooey sperm until she couldn't hold any more. Melisa 
then parted her lips and let his cum run out, spilling down his still 
hard dick. When the creamy fluid was dripping and hanging from his 
balls, she swallowed what was in her mouth and then began to lick at the 
rest of the cum on his groin.
  She then felt the cock in her pussy expand just before it came. Melisa 
clenched her cunt muscles around the thick and bursting cock, and pushed 
herself back at the man behind her. The guy was coming in buckets, and 
she could feel his load beginning to ooze out of her and slide down the 
inside of her thighs. Even though they had both finished coming, their 
stiff dicks kept banging away at her mouth and pussy.
  Melisa had long since forgotten how this all got started, and didn't 
even care. The only thing she was concerned about was reaching her own 
climax and enjoying both of them. As their dicks continued to plunge in 
and out of her mouth and pussy, Melisa thought of the last time she had 
two cocks at once. It was the day before she met Simon.

  Janice forgot how massive Simon's dick was, until the head of his cock 
bumped up against her cervix. She then remembered that there was still 
four inches to go. The pain of getting the rest of him inside her would 
only last a few moments, then the wonderful feeling of having her pussy 
so stretched and filled would overpower her. Tom's dick was large, but 
it couldn't ever compare to Simon's. While she slowly raised herself up, 
Janice could feel every pulsing vein in his dick as it withdrew. She was 
lubricating up a storm, but his cock was so big that it still made her 
feel like she was as dry as a bone. When she dropped back down to get 
more of his prick inside her pussy, Janice couldn't help herself and 
started coming like crazy. One stroke! That's all it took was one stroke 
from Simon's prick before she was reduced to a writhing, babbling woman. 
Stars burst in front of her tightly closed eyelids as she convulsed 
wildly above her former lover. Shaking and trembling all over, Janice 
could do nothing but let the sensation of the orgasm she was having 
pass. It totally dominated her body and mind, and seemed as though it 
would never stop. Every muscle in her body felt like they were tied up 
in knots, every nerve ending seemed to be exploding, and every part of 
her flesh was sensitive to the touched.

  It was Tom's turn to be jealous now. Janice was having one of the most 
intense climaxes he had ever seen her have, and it was with Simon. He 
pulled his dick out of Melisa's pussy and was about to walk over to her 
when Jack reached out to stop him.
  "What's fair is fair. You fucked his wife, so now he's fucking yours. 
Besides, it's not like they never did it before."
  "Yeah, I know. But she doesn't have to enjoy it so much!"
  "You don't think his wife enjoyed what we did?"
  Looking down at the still sucking Melisa, Tom said, "She's a hot piece 
of ass, isn't she?"
  "You better believe it! Mary's pretty good at giving head, but she 
doesn't hold a candle to this one." Jack replied as he shoved his dick 
into Melisa's throat once again.
  "Well, since you've had all three and I haven't, I wouldn't know."
  "If you want to give Mary a try, go ahead and ask her."
  "I got a better idea." Tom said, an evil grin spreading across his 
face.
  He picked Melisa up, and dragged the protesting woman over to where 
Janice and Simon were.
  "I wasn't done! I didn't come yet!" Melisa cried as she was carried 
away from the dick she was sucking.
  Tom paid no attention to her as he carefully placed Melisa in position 
until she was standing directly over her husband's head, and then called 
out to his friend.
  "Come on over, Jack, she still wants some more cock."
  When Jack was in front of her, Melisa dropped to her knees, unaware 
that her pussy was now right above Simon's face. Satisfied that his plan 
was working, Tom got behind Melisa so that he was facing his wife. 
Janice was grinding her pussy on Simon's crotch, his dick now fully 
buried deep inside her. She was going threw her third orgasm, constantly 
moaning and pinching both of her nipples real hard. Tom laced his 
fingers together behind his wife's head then shoved his dick into her 
mouth. Janice groaned at first, but then immediately began sucking him.
  The musky odor of sex saturated his nostrils when Simon inhaled. He 
finally opened his eyes when Janice's movements slowed down while she 
concentrated on sucking her husband. The sight of the swollen and red 
lips of a pussy only inches above his nose was surprising. Simon didn't 
know who's it was, but he could tell it had been fucked. The sloppy 
remains of somebody's cum was inside and starting to drip out. The 
thought of another man's sperm hitting him in the face was revolting, 
but the idea that it was dripping from a freshly fucked cunt didn't make 
it seem so bad. Was it Bob's wife Susan kneeling above him? Was it the 
cute blonde? After finally recognizing the red pubic hairs, it suddenly 
dawned on Simon that it was Melisa, his own wife! He reached up to push 
her away in disgust, but when his hands touched her ass, Melisa lowered 
herself down and began smearing her pussy all over his face.
  The harder Simon tried to shake his head loose from her gripping 
thighs, the harder Melisa would bump and grind her pussy against his 
mouth. She had no idea it was Simon under her, only that there was a 
pair of lips and a tongue on her still very aroused slit. The loud moans 
and groans coming from between her legs made her clit tingle all the 
more as the sound waves vibrated through her pussy. Whoever was down 
there was eating her out better than she had been eaten out in a long 
time.
  Simon finally gave up fighting his wife when Janice started to fuck 
him again. He didn't know why she had stopped, but it didn't matter now. 
The warm and silky feeling of her pussy sliding up and down his pole 
wiped out all other thoughts.
Janice always did tease him before getting down to business, and this 
time was no exception. She still remembered to tighten up as his dick 
slipped in, and to loosen her clench when he withdrew. Unlike Melisa, 
Janice loved being fucked real slow, with steady long strokes instead of 
hard and fast jabs. Simon had to admit though that Melisa had more 
stamina and wanted to fuck more often. His wife would fuck all night 
long if he'd keep it up, where as his former girlfriend couldn't fuck 
after an hour or so.
  Simon suddenly thought about what he was mulling over in his brain. 
Melisa could fuck forever, Janice couldn't. Melisa liked being fucked 
fast and hard, Janice liked it slow and easy. Janice could go days, 
sometimes a week, before ever wanting to get laid, but Melisa always 
seemed to want his cock. This revelation put a new light on what he saw 
Melisa doing this morning and last night, but his thoughts were 
interrupted when Janice pulled her pussy completely off of his cock. His 
wife also raised her pussy from his face. Simon now found himself alone 
on the floor, his dick standing straight up like a lonely lighthouse by 
the sea.
  On his right and near his feet, Simon saw Bob's wife was on her hands 
and knees over the stretched out blonde nobody bothered to introduce him 
to. Sue was eating the young girl's pussy while Bob was busy fucking it. 
Behind Sue was Don, his dick plunging in and out of Sue at a furious 
pace while the blonde stuck her tongue out and raised her head, licking 
at both of their genitals. Over on his left side, Janice was getting 
down on her hands and knees, as was her husband. She crawled over to 
Simon and just as her lips parted to suck on the head of his dick, Tom 
shoved his cock into her from behind.
  Melisa suddenly reappeared out of nowhere, her face contorted with a 
look of agony. Biting her lower lip, Simon heard her groan a couple of 
times, then shriek as she was pushed forward. Her mouth opened up wide 
and a soft, hesitating sigh came from her throat. They both looked at 
each other at the same time. Just as their lips met for a kiss, the 
front door crashed open.
  "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" came the booming voice of young 
officer Richard Todd, his hand tightly wrapped around the arm of a 
naked, and dildo filled Kathy. Rich was shocked to recognize all of the 
people when they turned their heads to look up at him.
  The hot looking redhead he just met the other day was being fucked in 
the ass by one of the drivers from the mill. So, that meant that the 
blonde, who's face he couldn't see, had to be his show off wife Mary. He 
wasn't too surprised to see Janice sucking Simon's cock, since he knew 
remembered them from school, but he was amazed that her usually hot 
tempered husband was fucking her while she did it. Patrolman Todd was 
about to ask the new Mayor a question when Kathy freed herself from his 
grip.
  Rich didn't bother trying to get a hold of her again, so she quickly 
knelt down in front of him and started undoing his pants. When Kathy did 
this, the rest of the group went back to what they were doing before he 
burst in on them. Janice parted her lips and slid her mouth down Simon's 
cock as Tom resumed fucking her from behind. Bob and Don picked up their 
pace and continued fucking Sue and Mary as they ate each other out. The 
redhead and her husband were kissing again while the man behind her 
pounded his dick into her small ass.
  Finally, Kathy got what she was looking for, a hard REAL dick. Quickly 
pulling the dildo out of her pussy, she got the still stunned new 
arrival to lay down on the floor. Just as the head of his cock slipped 
in between the wet lips of her quivering cunt, he grabbed her by the 
hips and swiftly drove his dick up and into her. Kathy screamed at the 
top of her lungs how good it felt to fuck a real cock, and several of 
the others moaned or groaned out their own satisfaction and agreement.

  The events that took place at Don's Tavern were repeated again, but 
never talked about. Former Patrolman Todd, now Desk Sergeant Todd, filed 
a report that only stated there was a call about a prowler at the 
tavern, and that after investigating, he found nothing. The newly 
elected Mayor, Bob, and the newly appointed Chief of Police, Simon, saw 
no reason to change the details he had written down since the caller 
never came forward and nobody ever asked about the incident.
  Melisa and Simon had a serious talk about their marriage and past 
experiences during a break in the orgy. Melisa told him she needed sex 
more often than he
did. Simon admitted he had been neglecting her, but reassured Melisa 
that it wasn't because he didn't love her. They both agreed that she 
could have sex with other guys, but it had to be limited to Bob, Tom, 
Jack, Don, or Rich. For now, Melisa saw no problem with this. Everyone 
else also agreed to get together once in a while for a party at one of 
their homes.
  Janice was the only person who didn't go along with them. She not only 
didn't agree to their orgies, she divorced Tom within a month. He didn't 
really love her, and she knew it. Simon didn't love her either, and she 
finally realized it. This wasn't the dark ages and there was no reason 
for her to stay and suffer in a private little Hell. Janice decided that 
her former husband and her former boyfriend weren't ever going to take 
her for granted or use her again, so she simply moved away after the 
divorce. The rest of the group made a mental note of this, especially 
Jack and Melisa. They realized what Janice did. Life didn't always work 
out they way you want it to and love doesn't conquer all.
  Joan, Rich's new bride, took Janice's place within the group of secret 
swingers when they got married. Simon suspected she would. After 
officially taking his post, he checked the logs and discovered that Joan 
was suppose to have the night off when she dispatched Rich to Don's 
Tavern. Ge also learned that the phone company had no record of a call 
being made to the station at the time she said it came through. What was 
Joan up to? Did she only enjoy sex as much as his wife Melisa did, or 
was she after something else?