The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 7

It's really silly of me to feel this way, Caroline told herself. After
all, it's not as if I was in love with Darleen. What we do together is
just physical, just, fooling around. Why should I care if she's fooling
around with some other woman? It isn't as if my husband were having an
affair with that redheaded bitch. Well, maybe my pride is hurt, a
little. I thought that Darleen loved doing it with me--not loved me,
just loved doing it, there's a difference there. But maybe she likes to
do it with Helen Ramsey more than with me. I wonder what Helen does to
her that I don't? I don't see how she could be a better cuntsucker,
certainly no more enthusiastic than I am--and I don't think her cunt
would be any creamier than mine, for the other half of it. Does she use
a dildo, maybe? Well, Darleen and I tried that, Darleen could have all
the rubber prick she wanted, but we both decided we liked sucking more,
so it can't be that. Maybe it's just the variety. That's probably it. I
wonder if I'd like some variety, myself?

Caroline had not considered it before. She did not think of herself as
a lesbian, nor even bisexual, and she had not thought of going to bed
with women in general. She had been quite content to fuck around with
Darleen. But now, thinking of Darleen making it with other women, it
was natural for Caroline to start considering it.

She wondered which of the women she knew had ever fooled around like
that, and which would be willing to. She could think of several girls
that she wouldn't at all mind sucking off, but she had no idea how to
approach them on such a delicate subject. It was the sort of thing that
could be awfully embarrassing. If she suggested it and the other girl
was scandalized or disgusted, Caroline would never be able to live it
down. She would have to be very careful, working the conversation
around to it subtly so that the woman got the idea without any definite
suggestion from Caroline. Maybe with the help of that magic genie in
the gin bottle, the way it had happened the first time with Darleen.
Maybe just a little mild sex to begin with, just some feeling up or tit
sucking until the girl got so hot that she would be receptive to more
serious, and more enjoyable, amusements.

Or--what about Helen Ramsey?

If she's making it with Darleen, maybe she would like to make it with
me, too. I'm certainly as sexy as Darleen--and it would serve her
right, too.

She thought about Helen.

Caroline didn't know the spectacular redhead very well. She had met her
a few times, as neighbors. She had seen her walking her dog, a big and
robust elk hound, and wheeling a shopping cart around the supermarket.
She knew nothing about her. She thought Helen was probably a divorcee,
but she had no proof of it. Helen never seemed to have any visitors nor
any boyfriends. What sort of girl was she? Could she be a proper
lesbian, perhaps? Did she knew some lezzie secrets that pleasured
Darleen better than Caroline, in her innocence, could?

Thinking about it, Caroline was getting randy.

She imagined Helen and Darleen in bed together and her pussy began to
spark and foam.

Maybe I'll have to fingerfuck myself, after all, Caroline thought with
a wry smile.

She finished her third cup of coffee, still stark naked, her emotions
somewhat confused. She figured that she would be able to think more
clearly once she'd milked her pussy. A girl couldn't really be
levelheaded when her cunt was simmering. She got up, intending to go
into the bedroom and frig herself off in comfort.

But, glancing out the window, she saw Darleen coming out of Helen
Ramsey's house.

Darleen looked happy and satisfied.

She turned back, obviously saying goodbye to her hostess, then she
moved down the walk. She had to pass Caroline's house on her way home
and, on a sudden impulse, Caroline decided to call the girl over and
get things settled.

Caroline hurried through to the front door and opened it quickly,
before she lost her nerve. The idea of a confrontation distressed her,
but she felt that she had to know the truth.

"Darleen," she called.

Darleen paused.

She glanced towards Caroline, then glanced away again. She looked
flustered and embarrassed. She shot a look at her own house, as if she
was considering ignoring Caroline's summons and rushing on past, as if
wanting to make an escape. Her attitude was suspicious and furtive and
Caroline felt more sure than ever that the girl was having an affair
with the sexy redhead. Another wave of jealousy surged through her. But
then Darleen smiled, in a friendly enough fashion.

She came up the front walk to the door.

Caroline opened the door wider, stepping back, and, when Darleen saw
that Caroline was naked, she looked surprised.

But then she grinned.

Caroline hadn't realized how provocative it would be to invite Darleen
in when she was naked. Now she did. She said, "I wanted to talk to you,
honey. I was just going to get dressed--it isn't a hint."

Darleen laughed.

"Oh, I've seen you naked before," she said suggestively.

"But not recently," Caroline said.

"I--I guess not," Darleen muttered.

They went through to the lounge and sat down.

Caroline was wondering if this might be easier if she were to bring the
gin bottle out.

She suddenly felt self-conscious about being naked. She kept her legs
together.

"I haven't seen much of you lately," she began.

"Well, not as much as usual."

"You aren't angry about anything?"

"What? Oh, gee, no--of course not."

Darleen frowned slightly, looking less than comfortable.

Caroline was determined to get the truth, no matter how embarrassing
the situation was.

She said, "I saw you going into Helen's house."

"Did you?"

"Tell me, Darleen, are you having an affair with her?"

"Of course not," Darleen said.

"Honestly?"

Darleen was looking this way and that, almost squirming.

She said, "I swear it. Caroline, it's the truth. But, well, it's the
truth, anyhow."

"But what?"

"Oh, nothing," Darleen said and shrugged.

Caroline said, "I have no right to tell you what to do, or what not to
do, but we did have so much fun together and now you don't seem
interested in me, anymore, so I thought--"

"To tell you the truth, Caroline, Helen is so desirable that I thought
about making it with her. Just the way you and I do, just physical, you
know. That's what I had in mind when I called on her the first time.
I'm sorry if that makes you jealous or angry or hurt, but it's the
truth. I--well, I offered to suck her cunt. I told her that you and I
sucked each other off and I asked her if she would like me to do it for
her--but she turned me down. She told me she didn't make it with women.
So that's the truth and we aren't making it. But I got to admit I
wouldn't mind."

Caroline was taken aback by Darleen's admission.

She didn't know how she should feel about it--relieved that Darleen and
Helen weren't sucking each other's cunt, or annoyed because Darleen
wanted to but had been rejected.

Uncertainly, Caroline said, "Don't you want to do it with me anymore,
then, Darleen?"

"Oh, sure," Darleen said. "Gee, sure I do!"

Caroline was feeling hornier than ever as she thought about her friend
trying to seduce the redhead. Even though she had been turned down, it
was an exciting thought.

"Would you like to now?" Caroline whispered.

Darleen seemed to hesitate for a second.

Then, smiling, she said, "Okay."

Caroline got up, then sat down again, beside Darleen on the couch. They
kissed. Darleen began to feel Caroline's plump tits.

"I want to do you this morning," Caroline whispered, speaking the words
into Darleen's parted lips. "I was really in the mood to make love to
you, Darleen--with my tongue--all over--"

"Ummmmm, what a lovely idea!" Darleen purred.

Caroline's hand was moving up the slick, smooth inside of Darleen's
thigh, under her skirt.

She touched her cunt.

Darleen was not wearing any panties!

If she isn't making it with Helen, why did she go over there without
wearing panties?

Caroline wondered. Was she still hoping to seduce the redhead? Had she
tried to get her interested by crossing her legs and displaying her
sweet pussy?

But Caroline was too hot to worry about it now.

She was dying to mouth that creamy cunt.

She fingered it, feeling the pussylips part and the clit tense. She
thrust her tongue into the girl's mouth and Darleen sucked lovingly on
it.

Then Caroline slid down to the floor. Darleen arched her back, her head
resting on the back of the couch and her ass perched on the edge of the
cushions and her legs extended and parted. Caroline lifted her skirt
and gazed at her juicy cunt, licking her lips. She had intended to go
around the world on Darleen today, to tongue her all over for a long
time before she got around to gobbling her cunt, but now she was too
hungry for that creamy pussy to prolong the pleasure. Her tongue was in
a frenzy that could only be soothed by dipping it into that creamy
cunt.

Caroline spread Darleen's cuntlips wide open with her fingertips and
pushed her tongue up her hole.

"Oooooh," wailed Darleen.

Caroline tongue fucked her, then began to suck.

And suddenly Caroline's mouth was full of cum!

She frowned, puzzled. She sucked again and another thick dose of jism
filled her mouth.

Caroline knew full well what spunk tasted like.

She had sucked her husband off countless times and could tell the
difference between cum and cuntjuice. She even knew what cum tasted
like when it was gulped out of a cunt instead of from a cock because
once she had sucked Darleen off right after Darleen's husband had
fucked her.

There was no doubt about it.

Darleen had been fucked and shot into very recently.

Caroline raised her head.

"Oh, don't stop," Darleen pleaded.

"Darling, you've just been fucked," Caroline said, puzzled.

"Never mind that--suck me off!"

"Oh, I'll suck you off, all right, but who fucked you?"

"Don't ask! Please don't ask!" whimpered Darleen.

Caroline was intrigued. Who could have fucked Darleen? She had the
wildest thoughts--that Helen had a man hidden in her home, maybe even
held captive, even Helen was really a man in drag. Caroline was hungry
for cunt and eager to finish eating Darlene's hairy, juicy pussy, but
she just had to know the truth.

"Tell me or I won't eat you out," she said.

"I can't tell."

"Tell me!"

"It's--it's too embarrassing!" Darleen wailed.

Caroline sat back on her heels and shrugged.

"I'm not going to suck cum out of you unless I know where the cum came
from," she stated with determination.

Darleen gazed pitifully down at Caroline.

Caroline was licking her lips to show Darleen what she was going to
miss if she refused to confess. That first tonguing had really gotten
Darleen worked up, and she began to whimper with terrible need and
frustration.

Darleen reached down and placed her hands behind Caroline's head,
trying to drag her face back into her crotch. But Caroline turned away,
avoiding the contact, determined, even though she was drooling for more
of that tasty pussy.

"Who was the guy?" she demanded.

Darleen blushed furiously and lowered her eyes.

"It wasn't a guy," she said.

"What?" Caroline asked, surprised.

"Oh, damn it! I--I've been fucking Helen's dog!" Darleen wailed.

Caroline gasped.

Darleen looked up from under her lowered eyelashes, still blushing a
pink color, looking defensive and guilty.

"Are you shocked, Caroline?" she asked.

Caroline was indeed shocked.

She had never dreamed of such a thing.

But now, as she thought about it, she found that the idea was making
her more horny than ever. Darleen fucked dogs! The very depravity of it
was inspirational! It was ever so wicked, and all the more thrilling
because of the wickedness. The two cuntsuckers stared at each other.
Then Caroline began to smile.

"Why, you naughty girl," she said.

Seeing that Caroline was taking it so well, Darleen began to relax. But
there was nothing relaxed about her crotch, and her cunt was steaming.
Ribbons of foamy cuntjuice poured down her hairy crotch. Caroline gazed
at that tasty pussy. It was full of dog cum! And Caroline wanted to
suck cunt more than ever!

"Please," Darleen pleaded.

"Yes," said Caroline. "Oh, yes!"

Caroline buried her face between those smooth thighs, clamped her open
mouth on that flooded cunt slot and began to suck with relish.
Cuntjuice and dog cum poured over her lips and tongue.

She sucked the girl dry.

Then Darleen told her all about the dog ...