"What?" he replied, not believing that he had heard her correctly.
"I think that your wife, Rhonda, is meeting my husband tonight and I think that Phil is going to try to fuck her."
Bill threw back his head and roared with laughter. "You've got to be kidding," he sputtered. "Rhonda and your husband? That's the most preposterous thing I've ever heard. Rhonda would never do a thing like that. I think you're imagining things, lady."
Carole reached out and put her hand over his. "I'm very much afraid that it's true," she continued. "I'm almost positive that your wife is going to end up in bed with my husband tonight."
Even after Carole had explained her suspicions, Bill still couldn't, believe it. He was sure that there must be some mistake.
"Why should Rhonda do something like that?" he asked. "She's perfectly happy married to me. I give her all the sex she needs."
"I'm sure you do," Carole answered, her eyes falling unconsciously to his crotch. She could see his prick was bunched up in the front of his pants and he was definitely hard. She wondered idly what he would do if she were to reach out and take hold of it and squeeze.
Bill saw her gaze shift to his crotch and he felt his prick pow harder. It was poking straight out in front. She was bound to notice. She couldn't very well miss it. He was a little embarrassed and he laughed self-consciously.
Suddenly he sat upright and glanced at her curiously. "You're really a strange woman, Carole. You've been sitting here telling me all about how my wife is going to have an affair with your husband and you don't seem really upset about it at all. I thought a wife who thinks her husband is cheating on her is supposed to be mad. Doesn't it bother you?"
"No…" Carole replied slowly. She met his eyes steadily. "As a matter of fact, I wish I could catch him fucking another woman," she confessed. "If I find out for sure that he's cheating on me, then I can do something about it."
"Oh, you mean you want to divorce him."
Carole laughed. "Oh, no. Of course not. I wouldn't divorce Phil for the world. I love him. It's just that if I catch him out fucking, then I'll feel perfectly entitled to go out and do the same. That's what I really want. I want the freedom to fuck around, just like Phil does."
Bill gasped audibly. This was really strange. Carole's idea of what was fair was pretty strange, but now that he thought about it, it seemed to make perfect sense. Why shouldn't she go out with someone if her husband did? Turn about was fair play.
Bill laughed right along with her. He hadn't ever heard anyone actually come right out and say something like that, but it seemed reasonable.
"That's really a good way to look at it," he said, patting her hand which was still resting on the table between them. "I always thought that Rhonda would be hurt and mad if I cheated on her. If she had the same attitude you do, I wouldn't worry about it at all."
Then a frown crossed his face. "I really don't think that Rhonda is going to fuck with your husband, though. I'm almost sure of it. I'd be willing to bet that if be makes a pass at her, she'll come running home in tears."
Carole smiled smugly. "You'd be willing to bet on that, hmmmm?"
Bill nodded, very sure of himself.
"Alright, I'll bet with you," Carole agreed. "Let's make the stakes high so it'll be interesting. If Rhonda doesn't do anything with Phil tonight, I'll take both of you out to dinner. How's that?"
"Pine," Bill agreed. "Now, what if you win? What if Rhonda actually fucks with your husband."
"Oh, that's easy," Carole giggled. "If Rhonda fucks with Phil then I demand equal time."
Bill looked puzzled. Then he began to grin. He hoped she meant what he thought she meant.
"That's right," Carole said, giggling harder. "If Rhonda fucks with Phil, then I get to fuck with you. Have we got a deal?"
Bill laughed right out loud. "You bet your sweet ass we do," he replied, squeezing her hand tightly.
"Here's my home number. Call me the minute Rhonda calls you and gives you some excuse why she can't come borne until late. Then we'll decide how we'll catch them."
Bill put the slip of paper with Carole's number on it in his pocket. He wasn't exactly sure whether he hoped Rhonda would be a wife and come home or whether he wanted her to lose the bet for him…
He was home by four-thirty. He mixed himself a stiff drink and lit a cigarette. Then he sat down close to the phone to wait. He thought about Carole's large titties and the way she wiggled when she walked. He wondered if she would be good in bed. Maybe he'd get a chance to find out. In a perverse sort of way, he almost hoped that Rhonda would call with some excuse. Carole was just what he had been longing for… a new, exciting woman to fuck. He could try out all those things he read about but didn't dare to try when he was fucking Rhonda.
The more Bill thought about Carole, the more excited he got. His cock grew hard and throbbed lustily. He longed to sink it between Carole's silky thighs. She sure looked like she'd be a hot piece. Maybe she would be the type of woman who would let him experiment a little. Maybe he could put his tongue in her pussy and wiggle it around. The guys at work said that tongue-fucking was just great.
His cock lurched up and pressed against the front of his pants. He looked around nervously. Then he got up and pulled the drapes. He'd never be able to stand it this way. He had to do something about that hard cock of his before it split the seam in his pants.
Bill pulled his cock out and looked at it appraisingly. It was good and hard. It was long too. He knew that he had a big cock. The guys at the steam bath used to tease him about it.
"It's going to take a hell of a good pussy to take that monster of yours," they used to say. "You've got a real whopper, Bill."
Maybe Carole would do that other thing he had been thinking about lately. Maybe she would lick, and suck his cock for him. He knew that Rhonda would never do anything kinky like that, but Carole might. The way she was talking made him think, that she would do that and more. She sure was a sexy lady.
Bill touched the head of his cock and felt it twitch under his finer. He was really horny. He hadn't been this horny for a long time. He grabbed his stiff prick and slid his hand up and down tightly. That felt good. He could pretend that Carole was sucking on it and he could pump it up and down until he came. It was one hell of an exciting thought.
Bill began shaking his fist up and down a little faster. He thought about all the things he'd like to do to Carole and all the weird, exciting things that she could do to him. His hand began to clutch and shake, faster and faster…
Carole Underwood was thinking of exactly the same thing. She wondered how it would feel to fuck Bill. He looked like the kind of man that needed a good lay. She was sure that she could give him that Phil always said that she was the best lay around. She didn't really blame him for cheating on her. She knew that it wasn't anything personal. He still liked to fuck her. He just wanted something new and different… that was all. She could understand that only too well. That was exactly what she wanted too. If he could only make it with Rhonda, she would feel perfectly justified in fucking with Bill. This was one time when she hoped that Phil would score. She could use a little excitement in her life.
Carole thought about the bulge that she had seen in the front of Bill's pants. She wondered if he would have a big cock. It certainly looked like it this afternoon. If the way his pants were bunched up was any indication, Bill had a real whopper. She felt her pussy cream hotly as she thought about unzipping Bill's pants and pulling out his stiff, long cock. Mmmmmm… that would be so good.
Her hand slipped to her pussy unconsciously.
She patted the silky mound of her cunt. Then she grabbed it and shook it firmly. God, she was hot. She would have to do something to get some relief. She didn't think that her hot pussy would let her wait to see if Phil fucked Rhonda. She was going to have to take care of it right now.