It didn't take Jason and Lynn long to come again. Their groaning, fucking sounds rifled the room as they worked hard for another explosion. Mel stood back and watched the action, his cock hardening again.
"Oh, I'll never get enough of that!" Lynn rasped after her cunt ceased quivering. "I could fuck you two a dozen more times!"
Jason laughed and pushed his sweaty body off the beautiful woman. His deflating cock left a trail of cum and twat juice across her thigh when it slipped from her cunt.
"Looks like Mel is ready for another round," he smiled, noticing his friend's jutting prick.
Mel smiled and walked over to the hot, naked woman.
Lynn wanted to try a different position. She moved to her hands and knees on the floor. Her hot ass waved in the air, waiting for Mel to grab it and shove his cock into her cunt.
Mel liked the new position. He knelt behind the pretty wife, and aimed his hard dick at her wet snatch. His shaft easily penetrated her hot hole.
"Oh, shit! That's so good!" Lynn yelled. Her hanging boobs swayqd underneath her body as she fucked back on his dick.
Lynn looked back between her tits at his balls as they jiggled from his deep thrusts. "Just think," she said between gasps for breath, "a few hours ago you were just a name Jason mentioned, Mel. Now, you're fucking me with that big cock!"
She was talking more to herself than to the man fucking her. For the second time in two days she had fucked a stranger. The thought of what a whore she was becoming made her nipples sting, and her clit burn.
Jason was ready again. He moved in front of the fucking woman. His long cock was inches in front of her face. To make it easier for her, he sat on the floor and stretched his legs out on each side of her. His hard prick waved in the air, waiting for her to suck it in.
Lynn looked down and saw the beautiful dick. She smiled with pleasure and lowered her greedy mouth to suck.
"Suck and fuck, baby!" Jason encouraged her when the head of his cock was captured by her eager mouth.
Lynn did as he suggested. Her wild mouth went down for a few more inches of cock while her ravenous pussy fucked back for more cock. Her hot body took the double-fucking, and wanted more.
"Godddd!" Mel suddenly groaned. His hands were brutally clutching her hips while his cock emptied his cum into her cunt.
"Me, too!" Jason yelled. "Me, too, man!" His cock spurted his load down her throat.
With two cocks in her, Lynn's come was extremely powerful. She bucked back and forth. Her strangled moans mixed with the ecstatic groans of the coming men.
"I think I've had enough," Jason whispered homely after he fell back on the carpet. His satisfied prick waved between his legs.
"I can't fuck another stroke!" Mel gasped, falling away from Lynn, and crumbling on the floor at her side.
Lynn could have fucked again, but she knew the men were through for the night. She sat on her ass on the floor, and smiled at her two exhausted lovers.
"Since you two are of no use to me, I may as well go home," the naked wife chuckled, standing to gather her scattered clothing.
The men watched her dress. It seemed a shame to see that delicious body being covered.
"Thank you both for a very lovely evening," Lynn smiled when she was dressed. She gave each man a wet kiss, along with an affectionate squeeze of their limp cocks.
She walked to the door and opened it. Turning, she smiled at them, her cunt itching from the fucking they had just given her. "We'll have to do this again," she grinned, and closed the door behind her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lynn hated the weekends. Brad seemed to want to do nothing but watch television. If he was in a really swinging mood, he might take her out, to eat.
The frustrated wife threw the magazine onto the cocktail table. She stared at her husband for a moment. He was completely absorbed in another basketball game. Shaking her head, she got up to go to the kitchen.
She didn't really want another cup of coffee. It was just a nervous habit she had developed. In the middle of reaching for the jar she stopped. The small kitchen seemed to be closing in on her. The claustrophobic feeling made a chill run through her body.
She had to get out of the apartment! Anywhere would do.
The first thing that came into her mind was the laundry. It wasn't exactly a thrilling way to pass the time. But, it was better than sitting still.
"I'm going down to the laundry room!" she yelled to Brad.
He only grunted as she walked to the bath room to get the dirty laundry.
Lynn felt a little better when she closed the apartment door behind her. She placed the laundry bag on the hallway floor, and pressed the elevator button. When the elevator arrived, she stepped in and pushed the button for the basement.
The slow dropping of the elevator caused a sinking sensation in her stomach. It also made her cunt quiver. She smiled to herself. Everything seemed to remind her of sex. The past week had been the most fuck-filled of her life. She had fucked three men in the past few days, not counting Brad.
She suddenly experienced that same wild thrill again, when she remembered that two of the men had been strangers. Her hand moved to the crotch of her jeans, and pressed against her itching pussy.
The sudden opening of the elevator door startled her. Quickly picking up the bag, she started to leave the elevator.
"Hey! What's the rush?"
Lynn literally bounced off the other woman. Her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Uh… I'm sorry… I thought this was the basement," she stuttered, making room for the other woman to enter the elevator.
The dark-haired woman chuckled as the elevator door closed. "As far as I know I don't live in the basement. We still have a few floors to go."
Lynn laughed with her. She immediately liked the other woman.
"I see you're going to the laundry room, too," she smiled, noticing the woman's laundry bag.
"Exciting way to spend a Saturday, isn't it?" the woman smiled, extending her hand. "My name's Sheila."
Lynn marveled at how firm, yet gentle, the woman's hand was. "I'm Lynn," she said, just as the door opened into the basement.
"Last stop!" Sheila cheerily announced.
Lynn followed Sheila to the laundry room. She admired the other woman's firm ass. Sheila appeared to be in her late thirties, but her ass-cheeks showed no sign of sag. Her ass moved sensuously under her tight jeans.
"Well, this is it! Paradise!" Sheila laughed.
"A great place to get away from the husband," Lynn smirked, dumping her laundry on the counter.
"You, too?" Sheila smiled.
"Is that what you're doing down here?" Lynn asked, feeling an instant comradeship with the pretty woman.
Sheila leaned against a washer. "Not today, honey. Doug, my husband, is away on a business trip. I was just bored, but I have come down here before to keep from climbing the walls when he ignores me."
"I know the feeling," Lynn sighed as she separated the white clothing from the colored.
"Hey!" Sheila blurted. "What are we doing here, anyway? Let's go up to my place. We can have some wine, and talk about how badly our husbands treat us."
Lynn immediately liked the idea. She glanced at the dirty laundry. It didn't take long for her to decide that it could wait.
"It's a deal!" she smiled, gathering up the clothing. Sheila picked up her bag, and helped Lynn get the clothes back into the bag.
Lynn was impressed by Sheila's apartment. It was obvious that a lot of time and money had gone into decorating it.
"Nice," she said as she looked around the living room.
"Thanks. Have a seat." Sheila waved toward the sofa. "I'll get us some wine."
Sheila returned with two glasses and a big bottle of white wine. When she leaned over to fill Lynn's glass, her big tits seemed about to spill from her yellow blouse.