Carole giggled. She laid her hand on Bill's knee and, squeezed. "Bill didn't think Rhonda would fuck with Phil either," she giggled. "We even made a bet about it, didn't we?"
"Go ahead Carole," Bill teased. "Tell them about our bet." He smiled widely.
"Well… if Rhonda doesn't fuck with Phil, I have to take Rhonda and Bill out to dinner," she said.
"Come on, there's more than that," Bill urged. "Tell them about what happens if Rhonda does fuck with Phil."
Carole blushed. Then she laughed and patted Bill's knee. "If I'm right and Rhonda does fuck with Phil then Bill gets to fuck me."
Cora gasped in astonishment. Then the whole bet struck her funny and she giggled right along with Carole, "That's great," she laughed. "I think that's the funniest bet I ever had."
"Come on, Cora," Carole urged. "You have to get in on this too. Do you think Tracey will make it with Frank."
Cora shot Roy an embarrassed look. "Well… yes, I do," she admitted. "I'm sure she will."
"Will you take Roy and Tracey out to dinner if they don't fuck?" Carole asked, winking at her.
"Sure," Cora agreed grinning. "I'll treat you and Tracey to dinner Roy if I'm wrong."
"How about if you're right?" Bill asked, grinning at Cora's embarrassment. "Will you console Roy the same way that Carole's going to console me?"
"Yes, Cora," Carole teased. "Will you fuck Roy if Tracey fucks with Frank?"
Cora's face turned bright red. She couldn't answer. She wanted to shout no at first, but Roy's eyes seemed to be pleading with her across the room.
"You don't have to promise a thing like that, Cora," Roy said. "I mean, I'd sure love it if you would, but I'll understand if you don't want to."
Cora opened her mouth to say that she wouldn't do it, but something strange happened. Her pussy began to cream heavily. She could feel her hot love juices soaking right through the narrow crotchband on her panties. Her pussy was twitching and aching and she didn't understand it. For some strange reason the thought of fucking Roy excited her.
"I'll do it," she said quickly, before she had a chance to change her mind. "If Tracey fucks Frank, I'll fuck you, Roy."
She sat back with a surprised expression on her face. She didn't really know why she had agreed to do a thing like that, but she had. She heard Carole's delighted laugh.
"Good for you, Cora," Carole shouted. "It's about time you went out and had some fun. I'm glad you decided to bet along with me. I can hardly wait to see what happens."
"Me too," Roy echoed. "This is going to be fun. It looks like I win either way. That's the best bet I ever made."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rhonda combed her hair while she waited for Tracey to finish freshening her lipstick. She didn't even listen to Tracey's excited, slightly drunk chatter. She thought about Phil, who was waiting for her in the red leather booth. Bill's eyes had burned into hers all evening and there was no mistaking the lust that was written on his face.
She still felt a little like backing out. Somehow the thought of going to bed with Phil gave her cold chills right along with the hot thrills her pussy was feeling. She didn't want to be unfaithful to Bill, but he couldn't take care of her horny needs. He had shown her that only too clearly last night. She felt Tracey's hand on her arm.
"Thinking about fucking with Phil?"
Rhonda blushed and then she nodded. She had no secrets from Tracey. That was exactly what she had been thinking about and she might just as well admit it.
"I still feel kind of funny about the whole thing," Rhonda replied slowly. "You know, Tracey… I've been married so long that I've forgotten how to flirt."
Tracey giggled. "You're doing just fine," she said. "Phil's been hard for an hour now. I noticed."
Rhonda laughed. "I wish I could be as casual about it as you are," she said. "I saw the way you were playing with Frank under the table."
"Just have a couple more drinks and it'll be easy," Tracey advised. "Phil wants the same thing you do and when he catches sight of your bare pussy he'll stick out his tongue and lick like crazy. I'll bet on tat."
When the girls got back to the table, fresh drinks had been ordered. "Let's finish these and get out of here," Frank said. "I've got something in mind that'll be more fun than sitting in a bar, drinking."
"So have I," Phil agreed, winking at Rhonda. "Shall we get a motel room and finish our party there?"
"Let's just go over to my place," Tracey suggested. "Roy's going to be gone all night and then I don't have to drive home."
She giggled tipsily. "I don't think I'm in any condition to drive anyway."
The moment Frank got in Tracey's front door he made a grab for her and lifted her up in his arms. "Catch you two later," he said and carried Tracey off to the back of the house.
Rhonda sat down on the couch and looked at Phil nervously. She didn't know what to say.
Phil laughed. "You don't have to look like I'm going to eat you alive. Why don't I fix you another drink and then we can get to know each other better?"
Rhonda could hear Tracey's voice from the bedroom. "Oooooh, fuck me good, Frank. I've been thinking about it all day and I'm so horny I could die!"
Phil turned around and handed Rhonda her drink. "Frank sure doesn't waste any time," he said. "We haven't been here five minutes yet and he's fucking her already."
"Oooo, that's right, lover. Eat my pussy. I love that," Tracey shouted.
Rhonda couldn't help giggling. Her face was the color of a ripe tomato though. Even though it was terribly funny, it was embarrassing too.
"Say…" Phil said, looking at Rhonda steadily. "That sure sounds like fun. Do you like having your pussy eaten, Rhonda?"
Rhonda blushed even more. She couldn't meet Phil's bright eyes. She wiggled uncomfortably and felt her pussy throb sexily.
"I… I… I don't know," she answered. "I've never done that. I… I want to try it sometime though…"
"Well," Phil laughed. "There's no better time than right now. I'd love to lick your pussy, Rhonda. How about it? Would you like to do that?"
"Yes," Rhonda whispered. She raised her eyes to his and felt her whole body tremble. She was going to get her horny pussy eaten at last.
Phil reached over and unzipped her dress. He pushed his hand inside her bra and caressed her titties playfully.
"How about your titties, Rhonda? Do you like to have your titties sucked too, or is that something you've never done either?"
"Oh. I've had my titties sucked before. I just love it," Rhonda admitted. "Tracey did…"
She blushed even deeper. She hadn't meant to say that. What would Phil think of her now?
"Oh, you girls have been playing little games, hmmmm?" Phil said. "Well, that's one way of making it. I think you'll like the way I do it, though. I've had plenty of practice and I haven't had a complaint yet."
He eased Rhonda out of her clothes with practiced swiftness. Rhonda helped him, even though her head was spinning. When he took off her little frilly panties his eyes widened and he chuckled appreciatively.
"God, that's a sexy pussy you have," he exclaimed. He stared at the nude shining mound of her pussy and the edge of her pussy pussylips peeking out of her bare cunt clit.
Rhonda giggled. "Tracey said it would make you want to stick your tongue in my pussy if I shaved it that way. It looks funny, doesn't it?"
"I don't think it looks funny at all," Phil gasped.
"It looks sexier than hell. Tracey's right. I can hardly wait to get my tongue in there and lick you."
Rhonda shivered with passion. Tracey had been right. She could hardly wait for Phil's lips on her bald pussy.
Phil bent his head. He sucked the tip of her tittie into his mouth and chewed on it. Rhonda felt like she would go straight through the floor with pleasure. He sucked harder than Tracey had, and it felt marvelous. She pushed her tittie up farther toward his hot lips and groaned heatedly.