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Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 8
Waiting for my nympho wife to return from wherever she had pitched camp was a daunting task. There was very little of interest on the tube, so I fell prey to the arms of Morpheus. I awoke with the set still running. I knew it was late because there was an infomercial running that featured an overstuffed blonde touting the merits of some exercise machine guaranteed to tone and at the same time allow you to lose weight. It was a little before two in the AM and I was stiff from sitting in my chair. I listened for signs of life, but heard nothing to indicate that my darling wife had returned from her good will tour. After tottering to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder I was headed for bed when Charlie made an appearance.
She looked as if she'd been ridden hard and put away wet based on the state of her clothing. One of her nylons was hanging down around her ankle, and the top four buttons of that five-button dress were open, revealing quite a bit of my wife including the fact that she had stopped wearing a bra or had lost it in transition. I wondered which lucky guy now had a great souvenir to brag about for the next ten years or so. To top it off, she was more than a bit tipsy. Charlie never could hold her liquor, which may have marked the beginning of her descent into full-blown nymphomania.
What could I do but get my wasted wife into the shower once I had finished divesting her of the remaining clothing she had remembered to put back on. It turned out that panties was not an item on that list. I wondered who was stuffing those bikinis under his pillow tonight. Her pussy lips were crimson and twice normal size. I should know considering all the time I'd spent eating that juicy slot prior to crawling up her curvy body to sink my hard cock into her tight, warm harbor. Worse yet a steady stream of cum was oozing from between those blood-bloated bumpers guarding her cunt. From the looks of things quite a few donations had been made by a considerable number of folks to create such a reservoir of the white stuff. So, what else was new?
Charlie was almost comatose by the time I pushed her under the cascade of water flowing from the shower head. I could not resist copping a feel or two as I soaped her fabulous body, working diligently to get as much lather as possible rubbed deep into those fleshy lower and upper spheres that had a variety of hickies lovingly installed by her adoring fans. My wife began to respond to all this handling and I guess she thought she was still back with the guys, because she spun around and fed me a yard of tongue and began rubbing my hard cock up and down that soapy coin slot. Not one to waste any opportunty to enjoy the hot box of my nympho wife, I allowed her to join in a semi-drunken coupling that still was better than doing it with Marilyn Connor while we were both sober and wide awake.
It was kind of tricky to stay on my feet while at the same time keeping my cock inside my drunken wife's slick, sloppy, catcher's mitt of a cunt. Just as I made my donation to the cause, I remembered the old line of " Everyone into the pool.", a most appropriate statement considering how many guys previous to me tonight had spermed her good and proper. There were even more surpises in store for me once Charlie and I were in bed and she was reliving a few of her latest escapades in her drunken ramblings. They in turn called my attention to the rope marks on her wrists, and upon closer examination her ankles as well. Perhaps my dear wife wasn't all to blame for what happened this evening. As it turned out, she was a willing and most enthusiastic partner to all the nasty things that her fans dreamed up to try out on her. She began the revelations with a round of giggling and then a few exclamations.
"Don't you guys ever get enough?........Someone untie my legs if you guys want to do that to me!.....
Take it easy Nelson, my twat isn't made out of stainless steel you know......Ouch!...Damn that hurt, no more of that for you two.........From now on, one in the pussy and one in the caboose, everyone else waits his turn....... You want me to gargle with it?...For how long?....No way!......Oh baby you're hitting it just right, pour it on, show me what you have and don't stop until I come!.....Who's next, plenty of room in the rear......Damn that's one big piece of salami to fit up my poor tiny cunt.........God I love it, don't ever stop that! Keep me hot and coming......... Anyone for sloppy thirds or fourths,heh, heh, hee.....Last call at the the old cum dumpster.......Hey, someone untie me, I've got to get home to my hubby, it's important, he said so........No laughing, I'm a married lady."
At that point I decided that it was not very important to discuss anything with my dear wife tonight, or for that matter on any night. She was going to come and go, probably more coming than going, and I was going to do what I had to do to stay sane and get enough pussy to be happy despite my wife's flaws. I began to wonder what tomorrow night would bring at the Connor soiree, or was it now today? What did it matter? If I played my cards right, I'd get some tail, one way or another and Charlie would probably be the belle of the ball.
Charlie was still sleeping it off when I left for work, just as well I suppose. We were due at the Connor residence at seven and I hoped she would remember. Against my better judgment I tried calling her a couple of times during the day, but she was unavailable, another code word for servicing some deserving employee. I was beginning to feel sorry for myself, something I had resolved never to do and frequently did. So I began thinking positively. Charlie or no Charlie, there was a fair chance for some action tonight, that was good. Then looking past tonight, there were going to be opportunties galore if I played my cards right in my auditions with the female members of the Tolliver family, culminating in the opportunity to act as the sexual mentor of the twins on a long term basis.
Promptly at seven I presented myself at the door to the Connor residence and was admitted by the lady of the house who was not exactly thrilled to discover that I had no idea about the whereabouts of my nympho wife. My teeth began to chatter as the temperature dropped to near zero around us. Any prospects for strange pussy or even Marilyn's were evaporating rapidly, but suddenly I didn't care a rat's ass about this little soiree, and I guess it showed when she introduced me to the two couples that were also invited. Both appeared to be contemporaries of the Connors. One couple wore leather from head to foot, with even the woman looking down on me thanks to the boots she was wearing. The other invitees looked less threatening as far as their attire, but after a drink they loosened up and it became apparent that they too were, shall we say, on the dominant side of the ledger.
I couldn't help but notice the new sex swing that had been erected in the corner of the room. Obviously it had been planned to contain my dear wife for starters, and perhaps finishing as well. Both couples wasted little time interrogating me concerning Charlie's absence, and I pleaded ignorance but held out the possibility that she was working late at the office, probably a half truth, and would join us momentarily. One of the men made the observation that she'd probably be hungry when she arrived, and he had a big piece of salami that would take off the edge. No one laughed, not a good sign at all. Things continued to go downhill rapidly, and Marilyn was looking daggers at me. I began to develop my exit strategy, and was on the verge of executing it, when I was saved by the bell, in this case their doorbell.
In waltzed a disheveled Charlie, her lipstick smeared, but at least she had her clothing on. Immediately she was surrounded by everyone as Marilyn made the introductions, and her friends licked their chops over the prospects of getting their hands on all that top of the line meat plainly stamped USDA Choice. My tramp of a mate explained that someone had given her a lift home, but had to make a detour to see a sick friend and Charlie wound up aiding the person in his recovery. I winced since I knew Charliespeak quite well by now and could easily translate what my guileless wife said.
I guess the Connors had briefed my wife on what to expect, so she made no fuss at all when they suggested she get naked and see how she liked the sex swing that had been assembled for her use. I muttered to myself at being frozen out of the conversation, but had hopes that sooner or later I'd be able to pick off one of the women from the herd. I glanced over to see all of Charlie, including some fresh love bites on certain intimate portions of her anatomy. Evidently she had the good sense to clean up after "assisting the sick friend". Like many of my hopes that Charlie was showing some level of decorum, she proved me wrong this time as well. On cue a dollop of fresh semen popped into view and made its way down the inside of one of her delectable thighs, getting the undivided attention of her audience. That was the signal for the orgy to begin, with yours truly as an observer.
The three couples worked like a smooth, well-oiled machine. Out came the cameras, the bright lights, all the cables that connected the equipment that was necessary to not only tape this session, but also broadcast it in real time all around the world for the enjoyment of those private network subscribers now being brought on line. Once everyone was satisfied that the picture transmission was up to snuff and the tape decks were operating properly the session began.
One of the men, the one with the big salami, I presumed, was quickly buried to the hilt in Charie's swampy snatch. The other man had gotten behind my wife and was using the strategically located velcro pads to restrain her in a position that made both of her lower orifices available for penetration. The women, not to be outdone, were engaged in putting on their strapons. The leather lady had a great set of tits on a plump body that a few years ago must have stopped traffic. The other woman was lean and turned out to be mean as well. Her body was sleek as a seal and well toned despite her years. The dildos jutting from their groins were at least a foot long and huge. I could imagine Charlie's eyes crossing once these monsters started stretching her twat. The guy with the big cock let out a bellow and pumped his first offering of the evening into my sex-crazed wife, who let out a piercing scream of her own as he painted her insides white.
For a moment I thought I was going to get lucky early when Marilyn approached me with a small smile, took my hand and led me from the room to a small out of the way space in which sat a television and a chair. She switched on the tube and I was confronted by the sight of a well built brunette, stark naked and strapped into what looked like the sex swing that currently was holding my wife a prisoner of sorts. I recognized Marilyn, working a big dildo into the brunette's asshole while she in turn tried her best to inhale Mr. Connor's giant cock. The time stamp on the tape indicated that this event had taken place only some six weeks ago, prior to when Charlie and I moved into the neighborhood.
Marilyn squeezed my hand and left me to enjoy the tape, explaining that Charlie wouldn't be going anywhere for at least another hour or two. She also told me there was a bottle of my favorite anesthetic, some ice and glasses in the small cabinet located by the television. I laughed to myself that she was trying to get me drunk so she could take advantage of me, fully realizing she was hoping that I'd pass out and leave Charlie to their tender mercies for the rest of the evening.
Having been banished by the adults, who now had the field all to themselves when it came to my ditzy wife, I decided to act sociably for a time and watch the tape while I had a drink. Wild Turkey was an adequate replacement for what I usually imbibed, so I poured a slug and watched the action. That brunette was really being put through her paces by the gang working on her. I didn't recognize anyone beside the Connors among the four couples involved. There never seemed to be less than two cocks entering her body, and sometimes by reconfiguring the sling they managed to have three participants stuffing her with real and faux dicks.
It took me some time to figure out the brief periods of darkness in the tape were rather lengthy portions that were edited from it for one reason or another. What helped me come to this conclusion was the wall clock that appeared in most of the material that was played. Whoever was taping this activity was no amateur. There were zoom-ins, close-ups that meant something, and good cutaways as well. I realized that the brunette had been in the swing for the better part of two hours and it looked as if they were only getting started on her. I'd just watched her catch a faceful of spurting cum from one of the guys, followed by a close-up of her swollen cunt lips drooling a steady stream of semen.
Now the zoom-ins also started showing the fresh bruises on her heavy tits as well as the way her nipples were now puffy and sore-looking from rough handling. Naturally I automatically substituted Charlie for the brunette and didn't like the conclusion it yielded. I took another sip of my drink and resolved to check on progress in another ten minutes or so, just to make sure my nympho wife hadn't bitten off more than she could chew. Five minutes later I got my wake-up call. The close-up I was watching concentrated on the trickle of blood that was beginning to drip from the distended asshole of the brunette after the latest anal assault. There was no way that was happening at this little get-together as long as I was alive and licking. Motivated by what I had just witnessed, I headed for the playroom to see what was going on there.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
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