Episode IV — It’s a Blunderful Wife
“Honey, I gotta go pee.”
Stan looked at his wife and he shook his head in disgust. God, Carol was forty years old but sometimes she could sound like she was more like she was four years old. What adult used words like pee? Well, apparently Carol still did. “So what do you want from me? You want me to come help you?” he grumbled in a low tone.
Carol was taken aback by Stan’s tone and her tone changed just a little. “I just wanted to let you know.”
“Okay, so you told me. Go.”
For a moment, Carol just stood there looking at her husband. What the hell was his problem? Why was he acting like such a fucking jerk?
Almost as quickly as she’d had that thought, it was replaced with the insistent call from her bladder. Okay, maybe Stan was being a jerk but first things first. She really did need to go pee.
Carol staggered out of the ballroom where her husband’s company was hosting its Christmas party. She needed to find a bathroom and she needed to find it now.
She stopped a hotel employee in the corridor. “I need to find a bathroom,” she said.
“Sure thing. End of the hall and hang a right. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.”
“Not a problem.”
Carol staggered on down the hall. She’d had too much to drink. She knew that. Heck, that was part of the reason why she needed to pee but darn it, the bathroom wasn’t nearly as easy to find as she’d been told it would be.
She growled in frustration. This was getting kind of bad. She really, really needed to pee.
Ah, a door on her right. It didn’t say bathroom but maybe there was someone inside who could tell her where the bathroom was.
She turned the knob and she opened the door and she stepped inside.
Even in her bladder induced agitated state, Carol sensed the change almost immediately. The hotel had been clean and modern and this place, this room, it had the feel of ... well not dirtiness, per se, but it had a rustic feel to it and with the smell of sawdust in the air, it had the feel of a place where things were built like a workshop perhaps.
The room was a big one, much bigger than she’d thought it would have been from the outside and she could see a man standing at a table. He had his back to her but he had snowy white hair but he was wearing bright, red pants that were held up by equally bright, red suspenders and he was wearing black boots.
“Um, boss. We have a visitor.”
She hadn’t seen the child at first. He’d been seated on a chair so his body was concealed by the old man but now that she saw him, she realized he was older than he looked and most likely not a child at all. It was all very strange.
Now finally, the old man was turning and he was looking at Carol straight on now. “I can see that,” he said, “and just who might you be?”
“My name’s Carol.”
“Yes, of course it is,” he said in a fatherly tone, “and tell me, Carol, why are you here?”
“I’m looking for the bathroom.”
“I think you’ve taken a bit of a wrong turn, my dear.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. You just need to go out the way you came in and take a turn to the right. You can’t miss it.”
“Boss,” the other man hissed. “You’re letting her go?”
“Relax, Curtis. There’s nothing to be concerned with here and besides we couldn’t hold her even if we wanted to. Besides, Carol won’t tell anyone what she’s seen, will you, Dear?”
Carol shook her head blithely even though she wasn’t sure what she was agreeing to. She just knew she wasn’t supposed to tell anyone ... something.
“Now,” said the man, “if you’ll turn around and go back out the way you came in when you walk through that door, turn right and you’ll find the room you’re looking for. Okay, go.”
Carol turned and stumbled out of the room as the two men watched. “I don’t get it, Boss,” said the smaller one to the older one. “You let her go.”
“We had to, Curtis. You know that. We couldn’t keep her.”
“But she’s going to tell.”
The old man with the snowy white beard just smiled. “She might but I have a feeling she’s going to be busy.”
“Busy?”
The older man laughed mirthfully. “Yes, Curtis. I said busy. Now where were we?”
The smaller man shook his head. That was the problem with the boss, he told himself. Sometimes, the boss could be too damned trusting for his own good but he was the boss so reluctantly, Curtis turned away from the woman who’d just interrupted them. “We were going over the lists, sir,” he said.
The older man chuckled. “Ah yes, the lists. We must be thorough, mustn’t we, Curtis. Check the lists and then recheck them again. Isn’t that right, Curtis?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Relax, Curtis. It’ll be all right. You worry too much.”
Sometimes, his boss don’t worry enough, the smaller man said to himself, but reluctantly he allowed himself to go back to the task at hand.
Going back through the doorway from whence she’d come, Carol once more found herself back in familiar surroundings. She recognized the hallway and she turned right just as she’d been told to do and she found the bathroom in the nick of time and she never once suspected that she’d been the object of some consternation by the two men in the other room.
It wasn’t long before she was back at the party. “What took you?” her husband wanted to know.
“Huh?”
“I asked you what took you.”
“I had to go to the bathroom,” Carol said defensively. It would have been embarrassing to admit that she couldn’t find the bathroom on her own so Carol had no intention of admitting it.
“It took you long enough,” her husband said.
“I had to go to the bathroom,” Carol said.
“Yeah right.”
It was right, Carol told herself and just why the hell was Stan being such a jerk. She hated it when he got like that. Sometimes, it was like he thought she was stupid or something. Well, she wasn’t stupid no matter what some people seemed to think.
Her husband’s attitude left Carol in a foul mood for pretty much the rest of the party which only upset her even more because this was supposed to be a fun night out and now with the way Stan was acting, he’d pretty much gone and ruined the whole thing.
The next morning, Carol got up like she normally did and she made breakfast for her and for Stan and through whatever passed as small talk between the two of them, she secretly hoped that Stan would say he was sorry for the way he acted before. He didn’t, of course, and Carol couldn’t help but wonder if he even knew there was something wrong. It would be so like him if he didn’t know and besides, Carol didn’t have time to linger over it. Even if Stan didn’t know what was going on, there were still the two girls to get ready and sometimes they could be even more problematic than her husband.
Holly was a lot like Stan. The twenty-year-old college sophomore had a head for business. Currently, she was taking courses at the local community college but she had every intention of transferring to a four-year school in the fall.
Her other daughter was probably more like her. She was a Senior in high school and while she could be serious if she had to be, it seemed as if Ivy was more willing to just take things as they came.
Eventually, she managed to get everyone out the door which left her just enough time to get on her own way.
When the girls had been growing up, she’d loved staying at home and taking care of the house and making sure that things were in order but now that they were mostly grown up, she found she had more time for herself. The girls could pretty much look after themselves even if they didn’t necessarily act that way sometimes and Stan, well Stan was just Stan and he would always be Stan. He wasn’t going to change but still ...
Carol loved going to the gym and to her aerobics class. Her body might not have been as young as it once was but that didn’t mean she didn’t have to act that way and besides, she liked the feel of seeing what she could do and it was to the gym where she was going as soon as she got her family out the door.
The instructor’s name was Cindy. She was a twenty-something with blond hair that was pulled back into a pony tail and a compact athletic body and when it came to aerobics, Cindy was all business. From the moment the class started, Cindy was on the ladies to keep up with the pace. More than once, Carol had thought that drill sergeants in the military could learn something from Cindy and the most amazing thing was when the class was over and her students were all gasping for air, Cindy still looked as fresh as ever.
“That’s a good job, ladies,” Cindy said when it was all over.
That was easy for her to say, Carol thought but the most amazing thing was she knew this wasn’t the only class that Cindy taught. Maybe that was how she seemed to always stay so fresh. Maybe she was used to teaching so many classes that doing just one didn’t faze her.
Carol hung around the gym for a little longer to do a little free weights before she finally got herself cleaned up and she was on her way out. She thought she’d stop by the local Starbucks and get herself some coffee and after that, she’d see where things went from there.
It was nice being here, Carol told herself, but it would have been nicer still if she had some company and that’s when Carol fished her phone out of her purse.
She dialed Stan’s number but the phone went over to voice mail.
Grr. That was frustrating. She’d hoped to be able to talk to Stan. She was wondering if maybe they could do lunch together but maybe Stan was in a meeting or something.
Carol was about to tuck the phone back into her purse when she had another thought and she dialed another number but just like Stan’s, this one went right over to voice mail, too.
That was frustrating, too. The second number was for Krista Parker, her husband’s secretary but apparently, she was away from her desk, too.
Well there was nothing she could do about that. She’d just have to go home and have lunch by herself unless ...
It was a bold idea on her part but what if she went to go see her husband. His office wasn’t that far away from where she now was and what was the worst that could happen? He wouldn’t be available for lunch and in the end, she’d still have to have lunch by herself.
The girl at the reception desk recognized Carol on sight and she waved Carol on through and then Carol was on her way to her husband’s office.
The desk out front of his office was empty and that was odd, too. Normally, his secretary was there but then again, Carol thought, maybe it wasn’t really all that odd. Maybe she’d had to run some errands or maybe she was on a break. No, the more Carol thought about it, the more she thought there was nothing to think about.
The door to Stan’s office was closed but that didn’t stop Carol. She just pushed her way in and then ...
What the heck.
Well, at least she knew why she hadn’t found Krista at her desk because Krista was naked and on her knees and she was sucking away on her husband’s cock.
What the fuck!
Krista saw her first. “Hey,” she said. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Carol spluttered. “This is my husband’s office and that’s my husband’s cock that you are sucking there.”
“I know. Isn’t it great?”
That was hardly the response that Carol had expected to get and for the moment at least, she was stunned by what she was seeing. This most definitely wasn’t supposed to be happening.
“Hey, do you want to suck his cock, too?”
This wasn’t supposed to be happening Carol told herself. This woman wasn’t supposed to be asking her if she wanted to suck her husband’s cock but also what wasn’t supposed to be happening was she wasn’t supposed to be turned on by having her husband’s cock offered up for her to suck and yet she was turned on.
“Well do you? Do you want to suck his cock?”
Carol nodded.
“I thought you might but first you need to take off your clothes.”
This was insane, Carol thought and yet there she was taking off her clothes and then he was kneeling down next to her husband’s secretary.
“You have a nice body,” Krista said.
“Thanks. I do aerobics.”
“It shows,” Krista said as she offered up Stan’s cock.
Carol couldn’t believe she was allowing this woman to do this to her. There was no way that Krista should be having control over her husband’s cock but there was little doubt that she was indeed in control of Stan’s cock and then Carol decided not to worry about it and she slid her mouth down around Stan’s cock.
“Look at you go,” Krista said. “Wow, you really are a good cock sucker.”
She wasn’t really, Carol wanted to say but nonetheless there she was sucking her husband’s cock.
And there was Krista fondling her husband’s balls. “I’ll bet you want him to cum in your mouth, don’t you?”
Oh God. She really didn’t but Carol knew Stan was going to cum and still she couldn’t help herself. She just had to keep sucking Stan’s cock.
“Oh yeah, here it comes.”
Almost as if on cue, Stan’s cock erupted sending load after load of cum into Carol’s waiting mouth.
“Now swallow it,” Krista told Carol and again right on cue, Carol did just what she’d been told to do.
“I always knew you were a cum swallower,” Krista told her. “Even when Stan said you weren’t, I knew you were because I could tell just by looking at you.”
Carol couldn’t help but wonder what that meant. What was there about her that made Krista think she wanted to swallow her husband’s cum. Then on the other hand, maybe the fact that she’d done it actually proved that Krista was right except Carol didn’t really feel as if that was who she really was.
Even as her tongue worked her husband’s now rapidly deflating cock, Carol knew she shouldn’t be excited by what had just happened and yet her own pussy was telling her otherwise. “Do you do this often?” she asked.
“All the time.”
All the time. God, why was that so hot. All the time. Was it just cock sucking, Carol wondered, or was her husband’s secretary actually taking his cock in her pussy. She couldn’t help but moan as she wondered what that looked like.
“Wow. Would you look at you.”
“What?” Carol asked self consciously.
“You’re getting him hard again. I guess you really do like this.”
She shouldn’t be liking this, Carol told herself, and yet maybe she did. One thing was certain though. Krista was right. Stan was getting hard again.
Krista was stroking her hair as she continued to tongue her husband’s once more hard cock. “Maybe you’d like to have him inside you.”
Carol couldn’t help but nod sheepishly. Maybe it was wrong but as turned on as her pussy was, she wasn’t really able to deny what she wanted.
“Maybe you like to see my pussy.”
That got Carol’s attention. What?! And yet there she was looking away and looking down as Krista’s fingers toyed with her pussy.
“I keep it shaved because that’s the way Stan likes it but maybe you’d like to take a closer look.”
Why couldn’t she look away and yet there she was taking a better look at Krista’s pussy.
“Go on. Take a better look.”
She didn’t seem to have any choice because even as Krista said it, she was pulling Carol’s head down between her thighs. Perhaps Carol could have pulled away if she’d wanted to but she most definitely wasn’t pulling back.
“Go on. Take an even better look,” Krista purred.
She still might have held back if it weren’t for the fact that her husband’s cock pushed into her pussy at just that moment driving her forward and bringing her lips into very intimate contact with Krista’s pussy and after that, it just seemed natural to lick that pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Krista purred even as her fingers stroked Carol’s hair and pulled her even deeper between her legs. “That’s it. Take a better look.”
Maybe it was wrong but then again, maybe she just didn’t care anymore. Maybe this was what she wanted. Maybe she wanted to take her husband’s cock even as she ate out her husband’s secretary.
“Oh yeah,” Krista said huskily. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”
Then again, maybe it didn’t really matter whether that was what she wanted because it certainly was what she was getting.
“Oh yeah,” Krista moaned. “Oh yeah. You’re going to make me cum.”
Carol barely had time to process that before Stan shoved himself up inside of her for one final thrusts and at the same time as Carol felt Krista cum, Carol could feel Stan cumming, too.
Carol’s pussy couldn’t help but seize her husband’s cock even as his cock continued to empty itself into her. Her pussy was grabbing that cock, squeezing that cock and coaxing every last drop out if that cock until finally his cock had nothing more to give and only then did her pussy relinquish its hold on that cock.
It was only then after her pussy had finally relinquished its hold on him that Stan finally slipped free from her. He pulled back just a bit. “Carol,” he said. “Carol, what are you doing here?”
It was only then that Carol remembered why she’d come there in the first place. “I was coming down to see if you wanted to go get some lunch with me.”
For just the moment, Stan’s eyes went to his still panting secretary’s puss and he said with a wry grin, “I’ve already eaten and I think you have, too.”
“Yeah,” Carol agreed ruefully.
“You know you should have called first before you came down.”
“Sorry.”
“And you shouldn’t barge in on people like that. The door was closed. I could have been in a meeting.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Yeah well I guess we can let you get away with it this time but next time you need to knock.”
“I will. I’ll knock next time.”
“All right. I guess you’d better be going then. Krista and I have work to do.”
“You want me to go?”
“Yes, I want you to go.”
“Okay, I’ll go.” Carol got her clothes and she got herself dressed and she paused again at the door. “I really am sorry,” she said.
Her husband just waved that away. “Don’t worry about it. It was fine. You just probably shouldn’t tell anyone what happened in here. Things could get a little sticky around here if you did.”
“No, of course,” Carol agreed. “I won’t say anything. I promise.”
“Good. I knew I could count on you.”
She certainly didn’t want to get Stan in trouble, Carol thought as she scurried on out of the building so she most definitely wouldn’t be telling anyone what had happened there in his office. In fact, she told herself, it was better not to even think about it. It would be better, in fact, to forget it had ever happened.
She was well on her way to doing that by the time she arrived home. She’d stopped by the store to pick up some groceries and she’d run a few other errands to run and she had to get dinner going before Stan and the girls came home and after all, she was a little rushed so maybe she could be excused for not dwelling on what had happened when she’d gone to go see her husband at work.
She didn’t notice it at first but as time went on, she had the feeling that something was amiss. She tried to return her focus to getting dinner ready but every time she did, that feeling kept coming up again. Something was amiss.
She was just being silly, she told herself.
But here it was again, she thought as she stood there with a knife in her hand. Something was amiss.
The only way to address the problem was to actually address the problem. If she proved to herself that nothing was wrong, that should do it.
Carol felt rather silly carrying the knife in front of her and honestly, she wasn’t sure what she would do if she ran into something that was amiss. She quickly moved from room to room.
There was nothing wrong in any of the kitchen or the living room or the dining room. There was nothing wrong in the first bedroom she went to. There was nothing wrong in the second bedroom either. That left just one more room to check. The master bedroom. She tightened her grip on the night as she pushed the door open. What she found was the last thing she would have expected to see.
There were two people and they were naked in HER bed and she recognized both of them. The middle-aged man was her very own neighbor. His name was Derek Halliday but the girl was even more recognizable because the girl was none other than her own eighteen-year old daughter Ivy.
What the heck was going on here?!
The two of them didn’t seem to see here at first but then that was perfectly understandable. Ivy seemed to have all her attention on the cock she was sucking and for his part, Derek seemed rather preoccupied with watching her do it.
All of that changed rather quickly when Ivy realized they had an audience. Suddenly, she wasn’t sucking the man’s cock anymore. Suddenly, she was sitting up in bed and she was pulling the covers up around her breasts. “Mother,” she said, “what are you doing here?”
“This is my room,” Carol spluttered indignantly, “so perhaps I should ask you the same thing.”
Ivy’s voice dropped a little lower. “That’s not what I meant,” she said. “I meant what are you doing home now,” and then she seemed to notice the knife for the first time and her eyes got wide, “and why are you carrying THAT?”
Now it was Carol’s turn to feel rather sheepish. She’d had every reason to carry the knife but now it just seemed weird to be pointing a knife at her daughter so she put it down. “I was fixing dinner,” she said.
“And?”
“And I thought I heard something.”
“You thought you heard something? What did you hear?”
Carol shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do know. I think you heard us and you wanted to come see if you could join in the fun.”
“No, no,” Carol protested. “It wasn’t like that at all.”
But her daughter wasn’t having any of that anymore. “What do you think, Derek, should we let my mom join in on the fun.”
“Sure, if that’s what she wants to do.”
“Oh I think she definitely wants to join in on the fun, I mean hey, just look at her.”
What the heck was that supposed to mean and what the heck was wrong with the way she looked?
“Mom, I think Derek here wants you to take off all your clothes.”
Take off all her clothes? Yes, she could do that but wait, wasn’t there a problem with doing that?
Hmm. Maybe there was but the truth was she did want to do it and there was Derek and Ivy and now they were watching her and it was certainly clear that they expected her to do it and that was so hot.
And suddenly there she was sliding her top off and there she was opening her jeans and pushing them down past her hips.
Okay, so maybe it was wrong, Carol thought as she unhooked her bra and let it fall free but that still wasn’t going to stop her from doing what she wanted to do and then there were only her panties left between her and between what she really wanted and then moments later, she wasn’t even wearing her panties.
“Wow, mom, you have a great body. Don’t you think my mom has a great body, Derek?”
“I like yours better.”
Ivy gave the neighbor a shove on the shoulder. “You show her some respect, okay. That’s my mom there and besides, I have a feeling that in a few moments, she’s going to be sucking on your cock. Isn’t that right, Mom?”
Suck his cock? Hmm yeah. She could do that. In fact now that she was looking at him so nice and hard and thick, she couldn’t help but deny how turned on this was making her and then there she was crawling up onto the bed and there she was taking that cock in her hand and then there she was sliding her mouth down over that rigid shaft.
“Oh yeah,” Derek groaned.
“I told you she was going to be sucking your cock.”
Derek groaned again. “Yeah,” he moaned. “Yeah, good call.”
Okay so maybe she wasn’t supposed to be doing this but dammit she liked it. She liked it a lot.
“Fuck,” her neighbor groaned as Carol gently stroked his balls.
And that’s when Carol felt it, a hand sliding in between her legs and fingers working her little clitty. “You really like that, don’t you,” her daughter purred. “You really like sucking that cock.”
“Uh huh,” Carol moaned around that cock.
“I’ll bet you’d like it then if I ate your pussy.”
The answer was supposed to be no, Carol told herself, and yet that wasn’t the answer she gave as those fingers continued to work her clitty. Instead, she nodded as she continued to suck that cock.
“I knew that’s what you wanted. That’s why you’re going to open yourself up for me.”
This was insane, Carol told herself, and yet there she was opening her legs so her daughter could have even better access to her pussy.
“Look at you, mom. You’re so wet.”
Carol couldn’t help but moan and that’s when she felt it, a finger sliding tentatively up inside her pussy. Oh my God. That was so good.
“I’ll bet you want to make him cum, mom. I’ll bet you can’t wait to see how he tastes.”
Now that her daughter had said it, Carol couldn’t help but wonder what her neighbor’s cum would taste like. One thing was certain though. She definitely wanted to find out.
“And speaking of tastes, mom ...”
Carol couldn’t help but moan as her daughter’s face slipped in between her thighs and as she felt her daughter’s tongue on her pussy. Oh my God, the woman thought. Oh my God. This can’t be happening to me.
Oh but it was and just when Carol didn’t think it could get any weirder, her next door neighbor started to cum in her mouth.
“Oh wow, mom, would you look at you go. You must have really needed a good taste of cum.”
No, Carol wanted to say. No, this wasn’t like her at all but her daughter was having none of that. “You don’t have to act like you don’t want it, mom. We’re both women here and we both know how it can be and I know, dad’s at work, and I’ll bet you get lonely from time to time and heck, I’ll bet you even have a vibrator hidden away somewhere so that you can take care of business if you have to.”
“No, no,” Carol tried to protest. “It’s not like that.”
“Come on, mom, I told you. I get it. Your secret’s safe with me but I imagine you’d really have the real thing than using some stupid vibrator, wouldn’t you, Mom?”
“Yes,” Carol admitted.
“Ooh yeah, mom. I knew that’s what you wanted.”
What?! No, she hadn’t meant to admit that, Carol told herself and yet at the same time, she knew she really did need to get a cock in her pussy. She really shouldn’t do it ... but maybe ... maybe even if she shouldn’t, she really did need to get fucked and she needed it so bad so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she did it.
“Oh wow. Look at you, Mom. It’s so obvious. You want a cock in your pussy so bad. Wow.”
Was she really that obvious, Carol wondered. Then on the other hand, did it really matter because her daughter was right. She really did want a cock in her pussy.
“Lie back, Mom, so Derek can fuck you.”
Carol couldn’t lay herself back fast enough and no sooner had she done that than she was spreading her legs for her neighbor and for his part, Derek wasn’t wasting any time moving into position and Carol couldn’t help but look at that cock between his legs. God, she needed to be fucked. She needed to be fucked so fucking bad.
Apparently, he must have needed to fuck her almost as much as she needed him to do it because his cock was moving down and then it was sliding up between her thighs.
Carol couldn’t help but moan as she felt the head of that cock pushing up against the outer lips of her pussy. Fuck, that cock felt big and damn, her pussy was so wet.
Carol couldn’t help but gasp as she felt that cock enter her. Damn that cock felt so good.
As much as she might have wanted to focus all her attention on that cock between her legs, her daughter was there with a hand stroking one of her full breasts and then she was kissing her mom lightly on the lips. “Do you like it, Mom?” Ivy asked. “Do you like it when Derek fucks you?”
“Yes,” Carol groaned.
“Do you loved it?”
“Yes,” Carol groaned again.
Ivy kissed her mom again. “I just knew you were going to love it because I love it, too. I’ll bet you want Derek to cum inside you.”
Carol hadn’t really given it a second thought until her daughter had mentioned it but no sooner had her daughter mentioned it than Carol knew what she wanted. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I want him to cum inside me.”
“I just knew you were going to like that. It’s what I love, too, Mom. I love it when he fucks me but I love it when he swells inside me and I love it when he shoves his cock up deep inside me and I love it when I can feel his cum shooting up deep inside my pussy. Is that what you want, too, Mother?”
“Yes, oh yes,” Carol moaned lustfully. “I want him to cum inside my pussy. I want it so bad.”
Ivy kissed her mom again. “If that’s what you want then I think you’re in luck.”
Carol didn’t have time to wonder what her daughter meant by that because in the next instant, she could feel the swell of her neighbor’s cock and then he was shoving himself inside her and she could feel the surge of his cum deep inside her wanton pussy and damn, that was just as good as she’d thought it would be.
Her daughter kissed her again when Derek’s cock had finished with what it was doing. “Did you love that, Mom?”
“Yes,” Carol moaned.
“I just knew you were going to love it,” her daughter said. “I could tell but tell me this. Would you like to lick his cock clean?”
What?! What was her daughter saying? Was she actually suggesting that she’d want Derek to slide his cock out of her now well satisfied cunt and that he’d bring his cock up to her so she could lick him clean. Why that was ... that was ...
“Would you, Mom?”
That was incredible.
“Would you, Mom? Would you like to lick his cock clean?”
“Yes,” Carol moaned.
“Yes what, Mom?”
“Yes, I want to lick his cock clean,” and Carol couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement just from saying those words. She really did want to lick Derek’s cock clean.
And suddenly, there he was pulling his cock out of her pussy and there he was presenting it to her still glistening with their combined juices and Carol couldn’t help but marvel at how hot that cock was and then there was her tongue, taking its first lick of that cock.
Only it soon became clear that she wasn’t the only one who would be licking this treat because Ivy’s tongue was there, too.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it, Mom?”
“Uh huh,” Carol nodded numbly.
“But look what’s happening. He’s getting hard again.”
Carol could see that.
“It looks like we’re going to have to do something about that.”
Again, Carol agreed and that was how mother and daughter ended up licking their neighbor’s cock until they got him to cum once more for them.
It was only then that Carol seemed to come to her senses. “Oh my gosh,” she said. “Oh my gosh.”
“What’s the matter, Mom?”
“What’s the matter? What’s the matter? Just look at the time. That’s what’s the matter.”
“What’s the matter with the time?”
“Your father is going to be home soon and I haven’t even begun to get started on the dinner. That’s what the matter is,” Carol said as she quickly set about to find her clothes and redress herself. “Both of you, get dressed,” she ordered them. “You,” she said with a wag of her finger, “not a word of this to your father, and you, you just get out of here right now.”
Carol wasn’t sure if the other two were doing what she’d told them to do but what she was sure of was she didn’t have time to find out. She pulled her panties on and hooked up her bra and moments later, she had the rest of her clothes on as well.
She was already working on dinner when her daughter sauntered into the kitchen and at least she was now fully dressed. “Well I’m dressed now and Derek left so I hope you’re happy,” Ivy said.
“Why wouldn’t I be happy?”
“I suppose the better question is why would you be happy. You know you like totally freaked out on us. I think Derek thought you were going off the deep end.”
“I don’t care what he thought. I just wanted him out of this house before your father got home.”
“I would have made sure no one found out about it.”
“Oh yeah? If that’s the case then how come I managed to stumble in on the two of you?”
“Yeah, but you kind of liked it. I know you did.”
“That’s not the point,” and it was only then a moment too late that Carol realized what she’d just admitted to. “That’s not the point,” she said again sheepishly. “The point is—”
“The point is what, Mom?”
What was the point? She’d known what it was just a moment ago but it was so hard to think when you still had fresh cum in your pussy.
“Aargh. I don’t think you even have a point, Mom. I think you were just pissed off because I got to him first and you couldn’t stand it. That’s what I think,” and with that, her daughter stomped off to her room.
No, Carol wanted to say. No, it wasn’t like that at all, and yet ...
No, she told herself again. No, it wasn’t like that. Sure, she’d walked in on her husband and his secretary and sure, she’d walked in on her daughter and the next door neighbor and sure, she’d had sex twice but it wasn’t like she was pissed that her daughter had gotten there first.
After years of getting dinner ready day in and day out, even with the distractions that she’d had, Carol still had dinner pretty much ready by the time her husband and her other daughter walked in the door. “How’s it going?” Stan asked when the two of them had a moment alone in the kitchen.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean how’s it going,” her husband said quietly. “I mean how’s it going with you, you know, after what happened at the office today.”
“It’s going fine.”
“Are you sure? Are you sure it’s going okay?”
Carol couldn’t help but flash back to what had happened just hours earlier in her husband’s office and at how good it had felt and she couldn’t help but think about how good it would be if it happened again. “It’s going good,” she said again.
He husband nodded. “That’s good to know,” he said. “I was worried about you,” and with that, he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
It wasn’t really okay. Carol knew that. She’d caught her husband fucking his secretary. She should have been pissed off about that. Heck, she was pissed off about it but she couldn’t help but be turned on about it, too.
It soon became clear to Carol that Stan wasn’t the only one who was concerned about her. All through dinner, Ivy hardly said one word which wasn’t all that surprising. Of the two sisters, Holly was the usually more talkative one but this was different. Carol knew instinctively that her younger daughter wasn’t just not saying anything. She knew Ivy was holding back. She knew Ivy was watching her and waiting for her to do something although it wasn’t quite clear what Ivy was waiting for.
Whatever Ivy was waiting for seemed not to have happened because Carol knew her daughter was still watching and waiting by the time dinner came to an end.
Ivy came into the kitchen while Carol was putting the dishes in the dishwasher. “You didn’t tell dad about me and Derek, did you?” she asked in a hushed voice.
“No, of course. Why would I?”
“I kind of thought you were going to. I was worried about it. I still am. You’re still not going to tell dad, are you?”
She should tell him, Carol told herself. Of course if she did, she’d have to admit what she’d done as well but Carol knew that wasn’t why she told Stan. “I’m not going to tell him,” she said.
“Whew, that’s a relief.”
“I’m not going to tell him but next time—”
“There’s not going to be a next time.”
“Don’t lie to me or I will tell your father.”
“Sorry.”
Carol could feel her pussy getting wet. She couldn’t believe she was going to say what she was about to say but she knew it excited her. “Next time, I don’t want to walk in on the middle of it. Next time, I want you to be there right from the start.”
“Mother!”
“What?”
“I can’t believe you’re saying that to me.”
Carol couldn’t believe she was saying it either but she knew this was what she wanted. “You wanted me not to tell your father. Well if that’s what you want, then that’s what I want from you so do we have a deal?”
Ivy looked at her mom and she finally nodded. “Okay,” she said. “We’ve got a deal.”
Was she being a slut, Carol wondered. Probably but in the end, she knew it didn’t matter. She knew she wanted what she and Ivy had just agreed to.
The next day, Carol couldn’t help but feel chagrined over what she’d done the day before. There was no doubt that she had enjoyed herself but still ... to do what she’d done ... that was, that was just so out of character for her. That was ... that was weird.
As weird as it was though, there was a part of her that had still liked doing it and if she was being totally honest with herself, she knew she wanted to do it again.
She was back in her aerobics class and for the moment at least she could forget about what she’d done the day before. Honestly, the way Cindy was putting them through their paces, Carol had her hands full just keeping up with the class.
She was exhausted by the time class was over but it was good to be exhausted like that. It was good to know she’d given up everything and that she had nothing left to give.
She’d meant to go do some free weights just for toning but in the end, she’d decided to forego the free weights. She supposed it really wasn’t a good idea to let things slide but Cindy really had beaten the crap out of them and besides, as long as one didn’t make a habit of skipping the weights, what was the harm?
She’d halfway thought that she might go take a shower. Most days she didn’t. Most days, she just toweled herself off and then went home for to take her shower but this day, she thought she might only no sooner had she thought that than she was thinking of something else.
What would it be like standing there naked as the water rained down on her. What would it be like? Would she be able to keep from touching herself when she was like that? Would she even want to?
She’d shivered at that thought. Maybe it would be best to go home to take her shower.
She’d almost made it out the door of the club when she felt the twinge. She thought she’d stretched well enough before the class and she certainly hadn’t felt anything during the class but now there was a twinge in one of her arms.
It was probably nothing, Carol told herself. Just go home and take some Tylenol and it would be better.
Sure, she could do that and maybe she should do that but as long as she was here, why not see if she could talk to someone. This wasn’t the first time she’d had something like this.
The most obvious person to talk to was Cindy. She might not be a doctor but she’d led the class. She’d known what exercises they’d done and she’d known what muscles would be stressed the most but when Carol went to find her, she found there was another instructor leading the next aerobics class.
Well that was certainly annoying. She’d felt certain that she was going to find Cindy there.
She stopped a kid pushing a broom. “I’m looking for Cindy,” she said.
“Who?”
“Cindy. The aerobics instructor.”
“Oh yeah. I don’t know where she is.”
Carol fought back the urge to scowl at the kid because that wasn’t going to help her. “Any idea where I might find her?” she asked.
“I dunno. I suppose you could try the offices in the back.”
“Wait a minute. Where are these offices?”
“I already told you. They’re in the back.”
“And how do I get there?”
The kid gave Carol a look that left little doubt as to how stupid he thought that question was. “Like I said,” he said. “They’re in THE BACK.”
Carol wasn’t going to argue with the kid anymore. She still didn’t know how exactly one got in the back but she figured she’d find her way on her own.
Despite not knowing where she was going, Carol did eventually find her way to a row of offices in the back of the club but even then, it wasn’t clear which one Cindy might be in because there weren’t any names on the offices and while some of the doors were open, some of them were closed. So which office was Cindy in?
She was about to knock on the first closed door when she thought she heard Cindy’s voice from the office the next door over and without thinking about what she was doing, a relieved Carol opened the door and ...
She’d found Cindy all right but not the way she’d expected to find her. The aerobics instructor was seated in a chair and facing the door. Her taut, athletic body was naked. She had one foot up on a desk while the other one was opened wide and her hands were cupping her petite breasts while an equally naked girl had her face buried between Cindy’s legs.
What the hell was going on here?!
She should go, Carol told herself. She knew Cindy had seen her but at least the other girl hadn’t. No need to embarrass herself further, she told herself so just back away now.
Only she didn’t. She couldn’t. There was just something about the other girl that made Carol want to stay and watch. Maybe it was the way she could see the girl’s perfectly shaved pussy and her equally exposed ass. Maybe it was the way the girl’s bottom swayed as she continued to eat that pussy. Maybe it was just that she still had no idea who the girl even was.
Whatever it was, it was making her hot.
Without even thinking about what she was doing, Carol stepped into the room and she closed the door behind her. This was probably wrong but ...
Okay so maybe it was wrong but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to slip out of her clothes and join in the fun, too.
She hadn’t been wearing that many clothes to start with so it didn’t take that long to get herself undressed but now that she was, the question was where to start. She knew she really wanted to eat her instructor’s pussy but the other girl didn’t seem to be wanting to give up her place any time soon.
She let a hand slide between her legs. God, she was so wet.
And suddenly Carol knew where she wanted to be. She knelt down beside the other girl and she slid a hand between the other girl’s legs and her fingers felt the other girl’s pussy and that was enough to finally get the other girl to pull her face from between Cindy’s thighs.
“Mom,” the girl said.
“Holly!”
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“I, I, I,” the younger woman stammered.
“Ladies, please,” Cindy interrupted. “I think we’re forgetting something.”
“What?” Both mother and daughter asked together.
“Somebody needs to lick my pussy.”
Carol looked at her daughter. “Go ahead. You do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. You were here first. You should get to do it.”
“Okay,” the younger woman said hesitantly.
Once more Holly was there between Cindy’s legs but Carol could see that there was a tentativeness that hadn’t been there before and Carol couldn’t help but feel that that was her fault. After all, if she hadn’t jumped in when she had, her daughter still would have had no idea that she was there.
But then perhaps there was a way to fix that, Carol thought. Her daughter really did have a nice bottom and her pussy was still just as exposed as it had been before so ...
Holly couldn’t help but moan as she felt her fingers insinuate themselves between her legs. Maybe it was wrong for her mom toy with her pussy but then again maybe it wasn’t.
Cindy was stroking Holly’s hair as Holly once more attacked her pussy with renewed gusto. “That’s it,” she purred. “You know what you want. You want to make me cum.”
Yes, Holly thought to herself and that’s when she felt it. It was her mother’s finger sliding up inside her pussy and Holly couldn’t help but moan all over again.
“You’re going to make me cum, aren’t you?”
Oh yeah. That was exactly what she wanted to do, Holly thought, but then she felt her mom’s finger again. It wasn’t just pushed up inside her anymore. It was striking the insides of her cunt and Holly knew there just wasn’t any way that she couldn’t surrender to what that finger wanted from her.
Carol knew her daughter was cumming as she felt Holly’s pussy clench around her finger but she also knew the job wasn’t yet done. “Go on,” she urged her daughter. “Go on. Make Cindy cum.”
Make Cindy cum. Make Cindy cum. Those words kept reverberating in her head. That was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to make Cindy cum.
“Oh fuck,” the aerobics instructor groaned as her pussy did exactly that. “Oh fuck, that’s good. Oh fuck, that’s really, really good.”
It was good, Holly told herself. It was good to make Cindy cum.
“You did good,” Cindy said, “but maybe we should see what your mother can do.”
Carol couldn’t help but perk up at that. Fun was fun and she’d had fun toying with her daughter’s pussy but she wasn’t into girls like that only ...
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Cindy asked. “Don’t you think you should show your daughter how it’s supposed to be done?”
Sure, Carol thought. No wait. Did she really want to ...
“What are you waiting for?”
What was she waiting for, Carol wondered. Her pussy was so wet and she knew what she wanted. Sure, she knew it wasn’t like she’d ever done anything like this before but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to do it. In fact her pussy was getting so wet just thinking about it. She owed it to her daughter to show her how it was done.
And then there she was sliding in between her aerobics instructor’s legs.
“Mom?”
“You just watch this. Let me show you how it’s done.”
“Mom, I already know how it’s done. I did it first, remember?”
Carol didn’t even bother to respond to that. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to get her tongue on Cindy’s pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Cindy moaned. “Oh yeah. Look at you go. I just knew you were going to be a natural at this.”
There was no denying just how wet Cindy’s pussy was and Carol couldn’t help but be turned on by what she was doing. It was almost as if her tongue was doing to Cindy’s pussy just what she wished someone would do to hers.
And now as she continued to lick that pussy, she felt a hand on her bottom and then that hand was sliding between her legs.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” Holly asked even as her fingers toyed with her mom’s clitty.
Carol didn’t answer but then Carol realized she didn’t have to answer because there was her daughter sliding down and suddenly, Carol realized her daughter was now sliding up from underneath her. Oh my God, the older woman thought. She was actually riding her daughter’s face.
And then there was her daughter’s tongue on her own pussy and for a moment at least, Carol’s tongue was distracted from what she’d been doing as she relished the feel of her daughter’s tongue.
Fuck that was good.
“It looks like you like licking that pussy. Like mother, like daughter it seems to me.”
Carol could hardly disagree with that.
Cindy moaned. “It seems that there another way that mother and daughter are alike.”
Carol might have wondered what Cindy meant by that but in the next moment, she knew. Her aerobics instructor was cumming and was her tongue that had made her cum and then she gasped. Oh my, what a clever tongue her daughter had because she was cumming, too.
“Did you like that, Mom?”
For a moment, Carol simply stayed where she was as she relished the feeling between her legs and then she sighed. “You know, Holly, I think I liked it just fine.”
In a room far, far away, an old man paused and then he smiled. “You know, Curtis,” the man said, “I told you you didn’t have anything to worry about.”
“Worry about, sir?”
“About that woman that wandered in here a while back. You were worried about what she might say.”
“Yes, sir. I remember, sir.”
“Well, I think you don’t have anything to worry about, Curtis. I think it’s rather unlikely that she’s going to be telling anyone about what she saw.”
“Sir?”
“I think she’s got other things on her mind.”
“Whatever you say, sir.”