The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 5

Chapter 5


After she made the suggestion, Darleen dropped her gaze demurely and
blushed a rosy pink. After a moment she gazed up through her lowered
lashes to see how Caroline had taken the suggestion. Caroline looked a
bit bemused, but not at all shocked or disgusted or angry. And she was
smiling slightly.

"Have you--ever--with a girl?" Caroline asked.

Darleen shook her head. "No. Never," she whispered. "But I've thought
about it a lot--like when I told you, in school and--and later,
Caroline. I've thought about doing things with you."

The girl blushed more deeply at that confession.

Suspense seemed to surround them like a cloud--like a genie that had
risen out of that gin bottle.

"If--if you don't--" Darleen stammered, discomforted by Caroline's
failure to respond, wondering if she had made a terrible mistake by
making such a suggestion, a mistake that would destroy their friendship
and leave them uncomfortable together in the future.

It was true enough that Darleen had often wondered what it would be
like to go to bed with her sexy blonde friend, and that she had
frequently imagined it when she was giving herself a handjob, but she
had never for a moment expected it to really take place. She never
thought she would get up the nerve to admit that she wanted such a
perverted affair. It was the gin, of course, compounding the fact that
her husband was not giving her enough. But if Caroline were to turn her
down now, Darleen thought she would just die.

But then Caroline put her out of her misery.

"I never have, either," she said. "But I wouldn't mind."

"Ooooh!" squealed Darleen.

She leaned across the table. Caroline was still holding her plump tit
cupped in her hands and the tit drew Darleen like a magnet. She kissed
the stiffened tip, then slurped it into her lips and began to suck
greedily on the taut tip.

Caroline began to tremble.

She stroked Darleen's head as Darleen sucked on her nipple.

Darleen was purring and whimpering as she savored her first mouthful of
tit--a thing she had long desired but never figured that she would ever
get to enjoy. She nursed hungrily on the fat nugget. Caroline smiled
with the pleasure of it. She was slightly amazed that this was
happening. It had never dawned on her that Darleen might want to do
these things. After all, they were both married women, both obviously
heterosexual. It was hard to imagine why they should desire deviate
pleasures, yet that desire was most definite.

"Let's go inside," Caroline whispered. "Let's go to bed."

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

They rose. They were both uncertain and shy, yet determined. Darleen
slipped her hand into Caroline's timidly and Caroline squeezed it
affectionately, encouragingly, conspiratorially. Then, hand in hand,
they went into the house. Caroline led Darleen to the bedroom.

They stood apart as they undressed.

They looked at each other hungrily.

Their bodies were so perfectly contrasted that they complemented each
other like two carnal components meant to fit together to form a whole.
Caroline was all soft curves and Darleen was all angles and both were
smooth and unblemished, shimmering with sexual heat. They moved
together and kissed, standing beside the bed. Their lips brushed
lovingly, then parted and they began to swap tongues in a passionate
French kiss. Their arms were around each other and their tits were
pressed together, the taut nipples rubbing against each other. Their
bellies--one rounded, one flat--churned together. Darleen's lean thigh
wedged in between Caroline's shapely legs. Caroline's hot, sodden pussy
pulsed against that intruding thigh, the lips parting, plastering her
cunt to Darleen's leg. They held the kiss and their hands ran up and
down, stroking one another's flanks and haunches.

They moved to the bed.

Both horny housewives were wondering the same thing--which of them
would do it first? But it was not a thought that worried either of
them, for they were both equally eager. They sat on the edge of the bed
and kissed again, cuddling flank to flank and feeling each other's
tits.

Darleen slowly slid her hand down and cupped Caroline's crotch, rubbing
and squeezing.

Caroline gave a little gasp of pleasure and her clit seemed to explode
in the other girl's hand.

Caroline began to fingerfuck Darleen's pussy, and, locked together,
they dropped back onto the bed. Belly to belly, kissing and
fingerfucking each other, they churned and squirmed in ecstasy. They
were panting into each other's open mouth, and their tongues flashed
back and forth. Caroline felt Darleen's hot, nimble tongue slide into
her mouth, and, as she sucked on it, she trembled with the knowledge
that soon that slick tongue would be slurping on her smoldering cunt.

Although they had started making love for the first time, they were
both still shy about it. Both were eager to move on to further
pleasures, but neither felt ready to take the initiative. Caroline was
getting so hot now that she was afraid she might come on Darleen's hand
and that was not at all what she wanted.

Caroline said, "Darling, don't you want to suck my cunt now? Will you
suck me off first?"

Darleen actually jerked, as if the words had struck her.

"Ummm--yes," she purred.

She began to slide down, still pressed to Caroline's body. She kissed
Caroline's tits and ran her tongue up the cleavage between them, then
moved on down to her stomach. Caroline arched her back, thrusting her
belly out. Darleen kissed it and tongued her belly button. Then she was
lower still, her face level with Caroline's groin. Caroline parted her
thighs. Darleen gazed hungrily at the juicy pussy between those smooth
legs, licking her lips in anticipation. She had never eaten out a pussy
before, but she knew that it was going to be lovely. Anything that
looked as tasty as Caroline's cunt just had to be delicious.

Reaching out, she gently spread Caroline's cuntlips apart with her
fingers. Caroline moaned softly and her loins began to slowly pump in
expectation. Darleen's tongue came out, fluttering. The girl's face was
a mask of passion now, contorted by her lust. Her mouth was watering
and her tongue was as hot as her clit.

"Ooooh, do it!" Caroline urged.

She was looking down, watching her friend's tongue slide back and forth
across her lips, no more than an inch or two from contact. She pushed
her cunt out closer.

Darleen began to tongue her cunt.

Her first slurp was tentative and she paused afterwards, as if to judge
the flavor, as if she had just sampled some exotic and rare delicacy
and wasn't sure that she liked it. Then she sighed with pleasure and,
leaning in, buried her face between Caroline's thighs.

Using her tongue and her lips and her hands, all at the same time,
Darleen began to eat out her first cunt with utter relish. Caroline was
heaving and thrashing about with the joy of it, and Darleen seemed to
be having every bit as much fun tongue-fucking as Caroline was having
by being tongue-fucked.

Darleen was an enthusiastic cuntsucker.

Although she had never done it before and had no practice or
experience, she had often thought about cuntsucking in all the juicy
details, thought about just how she would do it if she ever got the
chance, if a juicy pussy were ever presented to her tongue. She was
truly enjoying herself as she wallowed in that creamy pussy, and what
she lacked by having no previous training she more than made up for by
her enthusiasm and attention to details.

She cupped Caroline's firm ass in her hands and worked her whole pretty
face around in Caroline's groin, purring with pleasure and panting with
passion. Her tongue wedged up the hole and levered at the clit. It
licked lightly along the unfolded cuntlips, then stabbed in as far as
possible. She parted her lips, fitting them to Caroline's cunt slot,
and began a steady sucking. Cuntjuice poured over her fucking tongue
and bubbled on her lips. Her mouth began to fill up with the precious
stuff.

Caroline was starting to burn with the thrill.

She was amazed at how well Darleen sucked cunt. Did all women do it
that well? Did they, having cunts of their own, know how to suck better
than a man? Or was that dark thrill so great because this act was
perverted and deviant and naughty? But the reasons didn't matter--only
the feeling mattered, and that feeling was one of ecstasy.

Darleen was wallowing in her crotch like a playful porpoise in a heated
pool. "Come," Darleen whimpered, the word muffled on Caroline's pussy,
echoing up her cunt. "I want to make you come. Oh, cream for me,
Caroline. I need your cuntjuice!"

Those words were as inspirational as the tongue that formed them, the
lips that uttered them. To know that another woman wanted to suck her
off was as thrilling as the sucking. Caroline began to wail, her body
jerking like a broken puppet.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried.

Her cunt melted.

Gurgling with joy, Darleen sucked her to the heights and past the
heights and kept on greedily sucking until Caroline stopped squirming
and lay back, a contented smile on her face.

Darleen raised her head.

Her whole face was smeared with pussy nectar and there was a
questioning expression in her eyes.

"Nice?" she asked.

"Darling, it was wonderful!"

"I'm glad. I've wanted to for so long. And it was even better than I
thought it would be. Your pussy is so yummy, Caroline. I want to eat
you out all the time!"

"What a lovely idea," said Caroline. "But now it's time for me to have
a snack, myself."

"Oh! If you're sure you want to. I mean, you don't have to do it just
because I did you."

"I want to," said Caroline. "I wanted to, anyhow but now that I saw how
much you enjoyed eating cunt, I'm hungrier than ever!"

It was true. Caroline was drooling for a snack of cunt, her mouth as
hot now as her cunt had been before. She moved down, and Darleen,
trembling with wild anticipation, slid up so that their sleek, naked
bodies were gliding together, belly and tit, as they changed positions.

Darleen's cunt was like a furnace.

As Caroline lowered her face towards her hot pussy, she could feel the
fiery heat rush out to meet her. She opened her mouth and her tongue
curled out, dripping with saliva and eager to be dripping with the
juice from that delectable-looking pussy.

Caroline was not disappointed.

She sucked Darleen off with gusto and discovered, to her delight, that
cuntlapping was as good as being lapped, the sort of favor that a girl
just loves to repay. Darleen, fired to the crest by her own feasting,
creamed almost at once far too soon for Caroline, who was enjoying the
delicious meal and wanted to prolong it. The girl's hot cunt juices
gushed out and Caroline swallowed the flow and sucked Darleen to the
dregs.

Now Caroline, in turn, looked up with a questioning expression, hoping
she had done it right.

"Beautiful," murmured Darleen.

An impish look came into her dark eyes.

"But now I'm hungry again," she admitted.

But not for long. The tasty meal of Caroline's cunt was there to be
eaten again.

* * *


After that first wild day, Caroline and Darleen got together, at one
house or the other, two or three times a week for a session of pussy
sucking. Sometimes they took turns doing each other and sometimes they
chose to do it together, in a sixty-nine position.

One day, Caroline got her big rubber dildo out and they fucked each
other with the fat cock and sucked each other's cuntjuice off
afterwards. They had a fine time of it. But they only used the dildo
one time. They both loved cuntsucking too much to want to waste time
with a rubber prick. They both got plenty of prick from their husbands
and such a substitute was not required.

They assured each other that they were not lesbians.

They were merely normal, happily married, heterosexual girls--who just
happened to enjoy sucking each other off.

And neither of them was troubled by morning frustrations now.

* * *


But this morning, although she was not frustrated because Jonathon had
sucked her and fucked her, Caroline found herself thinking about
Darleen. She was in the mood to do nice juicy things to the girl. She
had been feeling restless, all at loose ends because her normal routine
had been disrupted. Most mornings, unless she had arranged to meet
Darleen, Caroline spent an hour or so frigging herself off and, feeling
no need to do that today, she didn't know what to do with herself.

But she knew what she would like to do to Darleen.

She didn't feel like letting Darleen eat her out today, since her pussy
had been very nicely licked, but she was in the mood to spend a long
time giving Darleen some leisurely head. She thought that she might
even keep her clothing on--well, her panties, at least--so that Darleen
was not too tempted to respond in kind. Yes, she would give the girl a
real treat! Maybe she would go around the world on her! The idea was
tremendously appealing. She wanted to strip Darleen naked and spread
her out on the bed and lick her all over!

She would start at Darleen's feet and work up her lovely legs--but she
would bypass her crotch and move on up to her belly and tits. Then she
would turn her over and repeat the tonguing process up and down the
backs of her legs, her spine, across her graceful neck. Darleen would
be really squirming now, pleading with her to eat her cunt. Caroline
might tease her a bit longer, although she knew that she would be wild
with hunger for that delectable snatch and unable to resist much
longer.

Maybe she would slip her head in from the back and suck her off like
that--the first time.

Naughty and exciting. Maybe she would tongue up the crack of her firm
little ass and rim out her asshole, too! Caroline had never rimmed an
asshole. But she liked the idea. It would make a lovely appetizer
before she moved down to the main course.

Caroline, getting really worked up by her thoughts, jumped out of bed
and hurried to the telephone.

It occurred to her that she and Darleen had not gotten together for
over a week. They had never gone that long without sucking each other
off since they started, and, now that she thought about it, she
realized she had not even seen Darleen that week.

She hoped that Darleen had not tired of their lovemaking.

Frowning slightly at that disturbing idea, Caroline dialed Darleen's
number and waited, but there was no answer.

That was strange. Where on earth could Darleen be at this early hour?
Was she out of town for a few days? Why, surely she would have told
Caroline that she was going away.

Caroline was very disappointed.

Having gotten herself worked up into the mood to suck cunt and tongue
asshole as well, Caroline felt frustrated. Her pussy had been taken
care of but her mouth felt empty.

She didn't know what to do with herself.

She even considered giving herself a finger-fucking after all. But it
did seem kind of silly to frig herself off just to kill time, just out
of boredom, when she didn't really feel like it.

She decided to wait a few minutes and then try to telephone Darleen
again, in case the juicy-cunted neighbor had just stepped out of the
house for a few minutes. She put the water on to make a cup of coffee.
She grinned with the wry thought that a cup of coffee was a damned poor
substitute for a pussy full of cuntjuice. Then she giggled when she
thought that she might have a cream bun with it.

Thinking of cream, she remembered that she had not yet fetched the milk
from the doorstep. She went on through to the front door. Because she
was still naked, not having bothered to dress or don a robe, she opened
the door only a crack and glanced out, to make sure that there was no
one who might see her. No one saw her.

But Caroline saw Darleen.

Darleen had just gone past the front of the house. She must have left
her own house only a moment before the telephone rang, Caroline
figured. Caroline was about to call out to the girl and invite her in
for coffee and all the other creamy elements of their usual breakfast.

But then Darleen turned in to the house next door.

Caroline scowled.

Her good friend Darleen was visiting the new neighbor--a sexy, red-
headed divorcee.

Why?

Caroline didn't at all like what she was imagining. She gazed out and
saw that there was a smile on Darleen's pretty face--that face belonged
buried between Caroline's thighs, and no others! She saw the door open
and Helen Ramsey stood there, looking as sexy as always, smiling back
at Darleen in an intimate fashion.

It took a moment for Caroline to realize what the strange emotion was
that was swelling up in her.

Then she recognized it.

Caroline was jealous!

She watched as Helen Ramsey drew the door open wider, so that Darleen
could enter the house. As Darleen went in, moving past Helen, her head
turned so that they continued to look at each other. Helen's sensual
lips moved. Caroline could not hear what she was saying, but whatever
it was it caused Darleen to giggle. The two, lusty redhead and lithe
brunette, were still gazing at each other as the door closed behind
them. They looked at each other--how? As if they were sharing a secret?
Conspiratorially? Was there tenderness and affection there, or merely
naughtiness? Caroline couldn't really tell. Then the door was closed
and there was nothing more to see.

Caroline felt depressed about it.

She went back to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee and sat
at the table. She no longer felt like a cream bun and she drank her
coffee black. She was trying her best to think logically but her
emotions kept getting in the way. Each time she had a nice, reasonable
concept, out jumped a green-eyed mountain lion of an emotion to pounce
on it and savage it out of shape.

She recalled that she had seen a lot less of Darleen ever since the
redhead had moved in. She hadn't really thought of it before. Their
affair had never been constant or demanding, they just got together
when they felt like it--but now that lessening frequency had taken on
sinister overtones. Caroline felt sure that Darleen must be having an
affair with the redhead. She wondered how it had started and when. She
wondered which one had seduced the other to begin with. Had Darleen
told the redhead about them, about she and Caroline? Caroline hoped
not. Cuntsucking was fun, but she certainly didn't want to be known as
a cuntsucker.

Still, if Helen Ramsey were a cuntsucker, too, it wouldn't really
matter. She would understand these things and know that a girl did not
have to be a lesbian to lap a pussy. It wasn't as if the president of
the P.T.A. had heard the news, or the preacher, or her husband.

Caroline was calming down now.

It was ridiculous to be jealous, she told herself. Worse than
ridiculous--it was down-right perverted! Caroline and Darleen had both
enjoyed fooling around together on a strictly physical basis. There had
never been any sort of emotional involvement, no tender words of love.
There couldn't be, for that would have changed the nature of their
affair from a harmless mutual pleasure-giving to one with true lesbian
characteristics. And if there was no emotional love, how could there be
jealousy?

A little envy, maybe.

The two were akin but not the same and Caroline reasoned it out. She
did not care what Darleen did with another woman. It was just that,
while Darleen was with someone else, Caroline was not getting her
share. She decided that she wasn't jealous in the slightest She was
just greedy and selfish.

And her pride was hurt as well.

Caroline hated to think that Helen Ramsey's cunt might be tastier than
her own.