For a few moments she fucked herself slowly that way, with both hands. Four fingers moving in and out of her slimy quim felt better than only one. But it didn't feel as good as Brian's big cock had felt. Her thighs yawned widely apart and she began to move her hips on fuck motions. From the bedroom Ann's moaning grew more high-pitched and uncontrollable.
Still probing her slippery cunt with one hand, Kathi began to work on her clit with the other. The first touch of her fingers on it made her blood flash with fire. She rubbed it quickly in a circular motion. Almost immediately hot skimming spasms began rippling through her trembling body.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped.
Rapidly she fucked her seething pussy with her left hand and rubbed her spasming cull with her right. The skimming grew more intense. Through her hot panting she could hear Ann softly whinnying and mewling behind the bedroom door. Oh fuck me, oh fuck me! she whimpered to herself. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!
She withdrew her fingers from her soupy slit and began massaging her clit with both hands. "Fuck… me… fuck… me!" she chanted in a delirious whisper.
The skimming clitoral climaxes were building toward the explosion she wanted. Her body clenched and shook with need. Her fingers were gooey with pussy juice as she rubbed her throbbing clit. She dug her heels into the sofa bed and gyrated her groin up into her swirling hand, grunting and gasping wildly.
Suddenly she heard Ann coming. Wrenching yelps of ecstasy tore out of her sister's throat way back in the bedroom. She didn't know why the sound aroused her so much. But Ann's hot cries drove her crazy with lust.
"Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus!" she gasped, digging in her wet cunt. She panted and rubbed her swollen clit fiercely. Oh God… oh God please… please!
Suddenly she stiffened, arching her back. All the breath was sucked out of her lungs. She hissed sharply and clenched her teeth. A violent shudder shook her flesh.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried out uncontrollably.
She bit her lip as the orgasm poured through her. She was unable to stop the rapid whimpering of her throat. Her inflamed clit pulsed wildly as she squirmed and tried to be quiet. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God I love it!
But her fear of being overheard made the spurns subside quickly. Embarrassed, she wiped her sticky fingers on her nightie and pulled it down on her tingling body. Still panting, she tried to cry the waning sensations of her climax. But she couldn't get over the feeling that the whole thing had been spoiled by her nervousness.
God, it could have boon such a good one, she thought. It was a good one, but it could have been so much better. What if they heard me? After all, I heard them. Jesus, the whole thing is so confusing! Me getting so aroused by Ann like that. And that scream just came out. I couldn't stop it.
Ashamed and confused, she lay tossing and turning for about an hour before she fell into a fitful sleep.
In the morning Ann tried to act as if nothing unusual had happened. Brian left for work early. She and Kathi lingered over breakfast, drinking coffee and sharing the morning paper. The air in the kitchen was electric with unspoken thing.
She probably thinks I heard her crying out last night, Ann thought. Well, after all, she probably heard me too. I tried to keep quiet. But my God, he fucked me so hard I thought I was going to die when I came. I think it was kind of extra exciting knowing Kathi was in the living room, that she might hear us. That's really weird, but I think it's true. Do you suppose I wanted her to hear me? she asked herself. Maybe to make her jealous? Because I was getting screwed and she wasn't?
But that thought disgusted Ann. It was sick. She and Kathi had always been so close. She shouldn't be thinking like that.
She glanced briefly at her twin sister over the top of her newspaper. Kathi had been acting so phony-cheerful all morning that Ann knew they both were aware of last night. The unresolved tension really bothered her. In a way she also felt sorry for Kathi. It was sad to think of her sister lying there masturbating in the dark, alone, while she herself was whooping through an ecstatic fuck with her husband in the bedroom. Finally she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Ann asked.
Kathi acted innocent. "Talk about what?"
"Oh, you know… last night."
"What about it?" Kathi tried to ignore the silly interruption and keep reading her part of the newspaper.
"Well… we both know what happened."
"I guess I don't know what you're talking about," Kathi said brusquely.
"You do too!"
"No I don't."
"I… heard you cry out when you came," Ann said softly, trying not to blush.
"Well, you weren't exactly quiet as a mouse yourself."
They both giggled nervously, a high-pitched embarrassed laugh.
"I know," Ann said. "I was kind of feeling guilty about it. That's why I brought it up."
"I don't know why you should feel guilty. It's your house, and he's your husband. You can't stop living just because I'm here for a few days."
"I know," Ann said, blushing again in spite of herself. "But just the thought of you in there… alone and everything… it seemed kind of sad to me. I don't mean to cause…"
"You don't have to feel sorry for me," Kathi said trying to control her temper. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your husband."
"Oh, he didn't hear anything. I only heard you because I came out to use the bathroom."
"Thank heaven," Kathi said sarcastically. "The poor dear might not be able tar stand the sound of a woman coming who wasn't his wife."
"You don't have to be nasty about it," Ann said. "I'm sorry I brought it up. I just thought… maybe I could fix you up with somebody while you're here. Maybe one of Brian's friends."
"Somebody to fuck me? Just anybody, so long as he's got a cock? Somebody to keep me happy so I won't be envious of you and Brian every night? What do you think I am, a sex-fiend? Just because you caught me diddling myself? Look, Ann, I broke up with Mike a few weeks ago and I haven't had any sex since then. I was a little horny last night. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry if it makes you feel guilty."
"I just thought we could introduce you to a few…"
"Thanks, but no thanks," Kathi said, terminating the conversation.
But Ann was still not feeling much better about the situation when she left the house that afternoon. It was Tuesday, her day to meet Joe. As she drove across town to his apartment, she couldn't help thinking how strange it all was. She and Brian last night, she and Joe in just a few more minutes – and there was Kathi sitting home alone again.
Talk about sexual gluttons! she thought. She licked her lips and giggled to herself.
The weekly afternoon with Joe was special to her. She had been meeting him for months now. Brian suspected nothing. And she didn't do it because Brian failed to satisfy her anyway. Far from it. My husband fucks me beautifully, she thought. Last night, wow!
But Joe was special himself. For one thing, he must be high on the list of the ten men with the biggest cocks in the world. Ann knew all the books and magazine articles said that wasn't supposed to be important. But it was to her, at least once in a while. Being gorged full of that gargantuan monster of his made her boil over with coming. It wasn't anything to leave Brian over. But it was a delicious change, a variety she liked.
For another thing, with Brian everything was loving and tender and sweet like it should be. But with Joe it was adventurous and torrid, sex for sex's sake. She could truly let herself go with Joe.
With him she did things she would never do with Brian, wicked things unbearably exciting things. The fact that Joe had other women he did the same things with didn't bother her. He was a sexual virtuoso. He had unlimited stamina and shying power. And he provided Ann with just the right amount of outside spice to keep her marriage healthy.