“Oh God, Lynn, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!”
Kim froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Goren. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. “Wha-what was that?’ she managed.
“I don’t know. It sounded like a man. Like Barry!“ he whispered.
Goren, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Kim’s tender hand. “C’mon, let’s see what the hell is going on!”
“But Jack, I-”
They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a woman’s lips. Kim couldn’t believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Lynn Goren’s! “Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Barry! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me!
Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhhh Kim was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Jack Goren. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility-but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Goren’s strength too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.
“You like fucking me, don’t you, Barry?”
“Yes, God, I like it. I love It! Your pussy is like some magic perfume of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!”
“Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me.” There was silence for a moment, and Kim heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man-no longer just a man, but her Barry, her husband!-turned to do as bid.
Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband’s infidelity so callously at hand, Kim let Goren take her to the rear wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance, and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous defilation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streamed face into the comforting broadness Of Goren’s chest.
“Oh, no… no, no, it can’t be! Not my Barry!“ she moaned, her sounds of anguish muffled by Goren’s body. “I don’t believe it!”
What she had so briefly seen was Barry and Lynn Goren locked in the age-old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other’s hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each-other’s pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty air.
Jack Goren maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock sawing between her lips, as he saw Barry’s wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Kim, feeling her lithe, firm curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Kim turned into anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.
“I don’t believe it!” she gasped again.
Goren smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively. “It’s true, Kim. I’m afraid it’s true.”
She shuddered. “They’re acting like… animals!“ She tried to blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind’s eye kept focusing on the picture of Barry and Lynn in their perverted pose. How could he do such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him. And now he was doing that to another woman…
Almost hypnotically, Kim turned and saw again the fantastic sight before her.
All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Lynn was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her cheeks, and as Kim watched, Lynn let the cock bury itself all the way up to Barry’s pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to view. My God! thought Kim, through her horror, Lynn must surely choke with all of him in her throat that way.
Kim sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread Lynn’s fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Barry dropped his head again, and Lynn’s writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Barry’s head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.
Involuntarily, subconsciously, Kim found herself beginning to yaw with Lynn’s undulations as Barry continued to lick the woman’s crotch. “I can’t stand it!” she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body.
“Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!”
“No,” he said.
“But you can’t… that’s your wife, and… we must stop them!“ Her words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot’s babbling. Goren knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan.
The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.
“No, honey. Let them be. I’m as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we’ll confront them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let’s be level headed about this.”
“Then let’s leave. Now. Take me home, Jack, please!”
Nodding agreement, Goren led her away from the bushes and back toward the car.
“That’s probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We’ll talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults.”
Kim managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain control, she let Goren hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup of the Vodka Collins, saying: “Here, Kim. Drink this. It’ll help.”
She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on the way here, she thought as Goren backed the Lincoln and turned around. If I hadn’t had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I know I would…
They didn’t talk for a while, and Kim’s head swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Barry so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn’t been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then there was Lynn, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking…
Barry’s cock, thought Lynn as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband’s. Yes, Jack had been right: the Suttons had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Barry first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks. She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Kim Sutton, and then sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust-perverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Jack Goren, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the credo of Barry’s magnificent prick.