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Chapter 4
The new neighbor, Helen Ramsey, lived on one side of the Stephenses and
the house on the other side was occupied by Tom and Darleen Jarvis.
They had been there longer and were about the same age as Caroline and
Jonathon, and it was natural that the two young couples should become
friends. Tom and Jonathon played golf and tennis together. Caroline and
Darleen went shopping together. They visited one another's home
frequently and once a week or so went out together to a show or a movie
or a nightclub. The Jarvis couple seemed to have a happy marriage and
an upwardly mobile lifestyle.
One morning, however, Darleen had admitted to Caroline that she was
frustrated a great deal of the time.
Their husbands had gone to work and Caroline had phoned and invited
Darleen over for coffee and a chat. They sat on the terrace. The two
couples had been out together the night before and both were suffering
from mild hangovers, comforting each other and making jokes about how
inefficient the men were likely to be at work that day.
They were both very pretty young ladies.
Caroline had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her body seemed to
have no angles but to have been constructed of soft ovals and curves.
Her tits were as round as inflated balls, topped by big nipples which
might have been the valves by which those spheres had been inflated.
Her belly was gently rounded, her thighs lush and her ass, as if to
counterweight her tits, was also round.
Darleen was smaller and wore her dark hair cut short, with a fringe
across her brow. She had brown eyes and an upturned nose with a
s**ttering of freckles across her cheeks. Her body was not at all like
Caroline's. Her tummy was flat and lean, her legs slender and her tits
were small, thrusting mounds. She liked to wear cotton tee-shirts
around the house, and they clung to the outline of her tits and
displayed the fact that her nipples were large and usually stiff.
They were both in their mid-twenties, had been married roughly the same
length of time, had a great deal in common--more than they knew, in
fact--and got along well.
Neither of them were heavy drinkers, but on this memorable, hungover
morning, it seemed a good idea to see if a little hairs of the dog
might do the trick so, when their coffee was finished, Caroline fetched
a bottle of gin and some tonic.
They each had a couple drinks.
Not accustomed to drinking much, and certainly not in the morning, the
gin soon had them giggling. They weren't exactly drunk, but their
hangovers had vanished and they were in high spirits. They felt that
they were being risque and naughty.
"We'll be into the cooking sherry, next," Caroline joked.
"The trouble with booze is--with me--it makes me randy," Darleen said
as she sipped her drink.
"Me, too."
"Boy, was I ever horny last night," Darleen stated.
Caroline grinned with lascivious interest.
"Me, too," she said again. "But so was Jonathon, so it was great,
really great. I--" She paused, seeing that her friend looked unhappy or
annoyed.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked.
"Umm? Oh, nothing. I was just remembering last night. That damned
husband of mine is useless when he's had a few drinks. I was so damned
hot I was incandescent--and he rolled over and went to sleep. I tried
everything I could to get him interested, too. I wore my sexiest
nighty, but he didn't even notice. Then I started playing with his
prick, but it wouldn't get hard. Usually it's pretty big, but last
night it was about the size of a thimble." She paused, looking impish.
"I even tried giving it a suck, to see if that would make it hard. No
way! There wasn't enough there to fill a tooth, let alone my mouth, and
the drunken swine just kept snoring away."
"Gee--that's too bad," Caroline agreed.
The two girls had never shared confidences of this nature before and
Caroline was a bit taken aback when Darleen talked so openly about
sucking her husband's cock. But she knew that it was because the
alcohol had relaxed her friend.
She was feeling pretty relaxed herself.
Darleen, looking sheepish now, said, "In the end, I had to give myself
a handjob! Isn't that awful? Lying there in bed beside my husband, and
all I could get was my own hand!"
She blushed suddenly.
"Gee, I don't know why I told you that," she said.
Caroline wanted to put Darleen at her ease. Anyway, she was finding
this erotic conversation sort of exciting. She said, "Oh, that's
nothing to be ashamed of, Darleen--I frig myself off a whole lot."
"You do? I always thought that Jonathon took good care of you in that
way, Caroline."
"Oh, he does. At night. But he's useless in the morning--and that's
when I'm at my horniest."
"I am, too, sometimes. I fingerfuck myself after Tom goes to work. Oh,
two or three times a week, I guess."
"I do it almost every day," Caroline countered.
The two young wives gazed at each other, neither knowing how to proceed
from that point and both wondering if they should have admitted such
things to each other. They weren't exactly embarrassed, since both had
confessed to the same thing, but still it was a delicate situation.
They didn't know how to end it or change the conversation.
Caroline covered up her confusion by pouring them both another drink.
Darleen said, "I don't need this."
But she took it and grinned and took a sip. The ice clinked against her
white teeth.
"Naw, this ain't what I need," she added. "What I need is some stiff
cock--but gin helps."
Caroline laughed.
"I thought it made you randier!"
"Yeah, that, too," Darleen sighed. "It's kind of hard, isn't it? Being
a faithful wife and all, I mean. Sitting home alone all day, doing the
fucking housework, washing the dishes and getting hotter and hotter
until you have to frig off."
"Think we should get jobs?" Caroline asked.
"Naw. Oh, I don't know. I mean, I don't want a career or anything, I
don't hold with that women's lib crap. Still, a job wouldn't be as
boring as housework." She paused, her eyebrows tilting. "Or would it?"
she added. "It might be worse. What if I was working--in an office,
say--and I still got horny during the day? I'd just have to suffer. At
least when I'm at home I can fingerfuck myself whenever I want."
Falling in with the mood of this talk, Caroline said, "Well, you might
meet some handsome guy at work and--"
"Oh, no! I wouldn't cheat on Tom!"
"Gee, it was only a joke, Darleen," Caroline hastily said. "I've never
cheated on Jonathon, either. And I don't intend to."
"Yeah, we just got to suffer, I guess," Darleen sighed.
Both girls seemed to be getting the taste for the gin and tonics. They
were rapidly lowering the level in their glasses.
Down went the gin.
It took their inhibitions down with it.
"What I'd like to meet is an impotent guy," Darleen said.
Caroline frowned, puzzled.
"What good would that be?" she asked.
Darleen gave a little giggle and fluttered her eyelashes. She said,
"Well, if the guy couldn't get a hard on, then I wouldn't be able to
cheat on my husband, right? No matter how hot and horny I got, this guy
couldn't screw me."
"Yeah, but what's the point in that?"
"Why, I'd make him eat me out!" Darleen said, sounding heartily
enthusiastic about the idea.
"Darleen! How naughty of you!"
"Well, it's a pretty good idea, at that," Darleen persisted. "I mean,
getting some head off a guy ain't like fucking him. It ain't committing
adultery or anything, it's just fooling around. Like at a party, when
everybody's a little tipsy and you let some guy cop a feel of tit, or
give him a juicy kiss, you know? It's harmless enough, as long as they
don't go sticking a prick in you."
"I never thought of that," Caroline said.
"It seems like a damned good idea!"
"The trouble is how can you tell, beforehand, if a guy is impotent? You
can't put an ad in the fucking newspaper for a eunuch. And if you
leveled with some man, told him what you wanted--well, he might lie. He
might pretend he was impotent and then when he got your pussy tongued
up nice and hot and creamy--wham! He slams his hard cock up it!"
"Yeah, that's true," Caroline agreed. "As long as a guy's got a prick,
he's dangerous."
She reached for the gin bottle once more.
As she leaned forward, one fat tit slipped out of her halter and
flopped free. She giggled and started to tuck it back. Then she saw
that Darleen was staring at her, staring at her bare tit. Caroline had
her hand cupped under the tit globe but, for some reason, she did not
push it back out of sight. It was strangely exciting to feel her friend
staring at her tit. It was as if Darleen's gaze was caressing her
physically. It made her feel warm and wanted. Instead of tucking her
tit away, she held it out.
Her nipple had stiffened, standing out like a little rocketship ready
to be launched.
"Gee--you have great tits," Darleen whispered.
"I--why, thank you," stammered Caroline.
Darleen raised one eyebrow, lifting her gaze from Caroline's tit to her
face, speculatively.
"I used to look at the girls in gym class," Darleen said. "In the
locker room and the showers. I never had very big titties, myself, and
I used to envy them so much. And sometimes I used to wonder what it
would be like to touch them or to kiss them."
Caroline was holding her breath.
What was Darleen getting at?
For some reason, Caroline had a sudden remembrance of the time that she
had tried to go down on herself. How she had wanted to eat her own
cunt--and not just because it would make her cunt feel so good, either,
but because she was curious to see what it would be like to tongue a
cunt. Not just her own cunt but any cunt. What would a pussy feel like
and taste like? Best of all would be the thrill she would have when a
cunt creamed and she knew she had brought it to the peak of sensation
and the foaming pussy nectar came bubbling onto her tongue and over her
lips.
Caroline shuddered and forced that thought from her fevered mind.
Surely she had misunderstood her friend's interest, her intentions, the
hint in her voice and the glow in her eyes. Caroline told herself to be
careful. She must not do or say anything that she might regret,
anything that might prove embarrassing.
Caroline and Darleen were gazing into each other's eyes across the
table now. Caroline's tit was still cupped in her hand. She suddenly
realized that she was moving the edge of her thumb back and forth over
the nipple, causing it to expand and tighten and tingle. She forced
herself to stop the self-caress.
Darleen's voice was quavering when she spoke.
"You know what we were just talking about--about how you couldn't trust
a man to eat your pussy out without fucking you, too?" she whispered,
her tone uncertain but hopeful, her gaze challenging.
My God! thought Caroline.
She nodded.
She was concentrating on Darleen now. Her thumb had begun to rub her
nipple again, although she wasn't aware of it. It was an automatic
action when she had a handful of tit.
"But you could trust a woman," said Darleen.
"What--what are you thinking of?" gasped Caroline, although by this
time she knew damned well what Darleen was getting at. Darleen didn't
reply for a moment.
They gazed across the gin bottle. Without the uninhibiting nature of
that gin, neither of them would have ever gotten around to this nor
even have realized they wanted to get around to such a thing.
"We could suck each other off, if you want to," said Darleen.
Caroline was not totally surprised to realize that that was, indeed,
just what she wanted to do.
The new neighbor, Helen Ramsey, lived on one side of the Stephenses and
the house on the other side was occupied by Tom and Darleen Jarvis.
They had been there longer and were about the same age as Caroline and
Jonathon, and it was natural that the two young couples should become
friends. Tom and Jonathon played golf and tennis together. Caroline and
Darleen went shopping together. They visited one another's home
frequently and once a week or so went out together to a show or a movie
or a nightclub. The Jarvis couple seemed to have a happy marriage and
an upwardly mobile lifestyle.
One morning, however, Darleen had admitted to Caroline that she was
frustrated a great deal of the time.
Their husbands had gone to work and Caroline had phoned and invited
Darleen over for coffee and a chat. They sat on the terrace. The two
couples had been out together the night before and both were suffering
from mild hangovers, comforting each other and making jokes about how
inefficient the men were likely to be at work that day.
They were both very pretty young ladies.
Caroline had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her body seemed to
have no angles but to have been constructed of soft ovals and curves.
Her tits were as round as inflated balls, topped by big nipples which
might have been the valves by which those spheres had been inflated.
Her belly was gently rounded, her thighs lush and her ass, as if to
counterweight her tits, was also round.
Darleen was smaller and wore her dark hair cut short, with a fringe
across her brow. She had brown eyes and an upturned nose with a
s**ttering of freckles across her cheeks. Her body was not at all like
Caroline's. Her tummy was flat and lean, her legs slender and her tits
were small, thrusting mounds. She liked to wear cotton tee-shirts
around the house, and they clung to the outline of her tits and
displayed the fact that her nipples were large and usually stiff.
They were both in their mid-twenties, had been married roughly the same
length of time, had a great deal in common--more than they knew, in
fact--and got along well.
Neither of them were heavy drinkers, but on this memorable, hungover
morning, it seemed a good idea to see if a little hairs of the dog
might do the trick so, when their coffee was finished, Caroline fetched
a bottle of gin and some tonic.
They each had a couple drinks.
Not accustomed to drinking much, and certainly not in the morning, the
gin soon had them giggling. They weren't exactly drunk, but their
hangovers had vanished and they were in high spirits. They felt that
they were being risque and naughty.
"We'll be into the cooking sherry, next," Caroline joked.
"The trouble with booze is--with me--it makes me randy," Darleen said
as she sipped her drink.
"Me, too."
"Boy, was I ever horny last night," Darleen stated.
Caroline grinned with lascivious interest.
"Me, too," she said again. "But so was Jonathon, so it was great,
really great. I--" She paused, seeing that her friend looked unhappy or
annoyed.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked.
"Umm? Oh, nothing. I was just remembering last night. That damned
husband of mine is useless when he's had a few drinks. I was so damned
hot I was incandescent--and he rolled over and went to sleep. I tried
everything I could to get him interested, too. I wore my sexiest
nighty, but he didn't even notice. Then I started playing with his
prick, but it wouldn't get hard. Usually it's pretty big, but last
night it was about the size of a thimble." She paused, looking impish.
"I even tried giving it a suck, to see if that would make it hard. No
way! There wasn't enough there to fill a tooth, let alone my mouth, and
the drunken swine just kept snoring away."
"Gee--that's too bad," Caroline agreed.
The two girls had never shared confidences of this nature before and
Caroline was a bit taken aback when Darleen talked so openly about
sucking her husband's cock. But she knew that it was because the
alcohol had relaxed her friend.
She was feeling pretty relaxed herself.
Darleen, looking sheepish now, said, "In the end, I had to give myself
a handjob! Isn't that awful? Lying there in bed beside my husband, and
all I could get was my own hand!"
She blushed suddenly.
"Gee, I don't know why I told you that," she said.
Caroline wanted to put Darleen at her ease. Anyway, she was finding
this erotic conversation sort of exciting. She said, "Oh, that's
nothing to be ashamed of, Darleen--I frig myself off a whole lot."
"You do? I always thought that Jonathon took good care of you in that
way, Caroline."
"Oh, he does. At night. But he's useless in the morning--and that's
when I'm at my horniest."
"I am, too, sometimes. I fingerfuck myself after Tom goes to work. Oh,
two or three times a week, I guess."
"I do it almost every day," Caroline countered.
The two young wives gazed at each other, neither knowing how to proceed
from that point and both wondering if they should have admitted such
things to each other. They weren't exactly embarrassed, since both had
confessed to the same thing, but still it was a delicate situation.
They didn't know how to end it or change the conversation.
Caroline covered up her confusion by pouring them both another drink.
Darleen said, "I don't need this."
But she took it and grinned and took a sip. The ice clinked against her
white teeth.
"Naw, this ain't what I need," she added. "What I need is some stiff
cock--but gin helps."
Caroline laughed.
"I thought it made you randier!"
"Yeah, that, too," Darleen sighed. "It's kind of hard, isn't it? Being
a faithful wife and all, I mean. Sitting home alone all day, doing the
fucking housework, washing the dishes and getting hotter and hotter
until you have to frig off."
"Think we should get jobs?" Caroline asked.
"Naw. Oh, I don't know. I mean, I don't want a career or anything, I
don't hold with that women's lib crap. Still, a job wouldn't be as
boring as housework." She paused, her eyebrows tilting. "Or would it?"
she added. "It might be worse. What if I was working--in an office,
say--and I still got horny during the day? I'd just have to suffer. At
least when I'm at home I can fingerfuck myself whenever I want."
Falling in with the mood of this talk, Caroline said, "Well, you might
meet some handsome guy at work and--"
"Oh, no! I wouldn't cheat on Tom!"
"Gee, it was only a joke, Darleen," Caroline hastily said. "I've never
cheated on Jonathon, either. And I don't intend to."
"Yeah, we just got to suffer, I guess," Darleen sighed.
Both girls seemed to be getting the taste for the gin and tonics. They
were rapidly lowering the level in their glasses.
Down went the gin.
It took their inhibitions down with it.
"What I'd like to meet is an impotent guy," Darleen said.
Caroline frowned, puzzled.
"What good would that be?" she asked.
Darleen gave a little giggle and fluttered her eyelashes. She said,
"Well, if the guy couldn't get a hard on, then I wouldn't be able to
cheat on my husband, right? No matter how hot and horny I got, this guy
couldn't screw me."
"Yeah, but what's the point in that?"
"Why, I'd make him eat me out!" Darleen said, sounding heartily
enthusiastic about the idea.
"Darleen! How naughty of you!"
"Well, it's a pretty good idea, at that," Darleen persisted. "I mean,
getting some head off a guy ain't like fucking him. It ain't committing
adultery or anything, it's just fooling around. Like at a party, when
everybody's a little tipsy and you let some guy cop a feel of tit, or
give him a juicy kiss, you know? It's harmless enough, as long as they
don't go sticking a prick in you."
"I never thought of that," Caroline said.
"It seems like a damned good idea!"
"The trouble is how can you tell, beforehand, if a guy is impotent? You
can't put an ad in the fucking newspaper for a eunuch. And if you
leveled with some man, told him what you wanted--well, he might lie. He
might pretend he was impotent and then when he got your pussy tongued
up nice and hot and creamy--wham! He slams his hard cock up it!"
"Yeah, that's true," Caroline agreed. "As long as a guy's got a prick,
he's dangerous."
She reached for the gin bottle once more.
As she leaned forward, one fat tit slipped out of her halter and
flopped free. She giggled and started to tuck it back. Then she saw
that Darleen was staring at her, staring at her bare tit. Caroline had
her hand cupped under the tit globe but, for some reason, she did not
push it back out of sight. It was strangely exciting to feel her friend
staring at her tit. It was as if Darleen's gaze was caressing her
physically. It made her feel warm and wanted. Instead of tucking her
tit away, she held it out.
Her nipple had stiffened, standing out like a little rocketship ready
to be launched.
"Gee--you have great tits," Darleen whispered.
"I--why, thank you," stammered Caroline.
Darleen raised one eyebrow, lifting her gaze from Caroline's tit to her
face, speculatively.
"I used to look at the girls in gym class," Darleen said. "In the
locker room and the showers. I never had very big titties, myself, and
I used to envy them so much. And sometimes I used to wonder what it
would be like to touch them or to kiss them."
Caroline was holding her breath.
What was Darleen getting at?
For some reason, Caroline had a sudden remembrance of the time that she
had tried to go down on herself. How she had wanted to eat her own
cunt--and not just because it would make her cunt feel so good, either,
but because she was curious to see what it would be like to tongue a
cunt. Not just her own cunt but any cunt. What would a pussy feel like
and taste like? Best of all would be the thrill she would have when a
cunt creamed and she knew she had brought it to the peak of sensation
and the foaming pussy nectar came bubbling onto her tongue and over her
lips.
Caroline shuddered and forced that thought from her fevered mind.
Surely she had misunderstood her friend's interest, her intentions, the
hint in her voice and the glow in her eyes. Caroline told herself to be
careful. She must not do or say anything that she might regret,
anything that might prove embarrassing.
Caroline and Darleen were gazing into each other's eyes across the
table now. Caroline's tit was still cupped in her hand. She suddenly
realized that she was moving the edge of her thumb back and forth over
the nipple, causing it to expand and tighten and tingle. She forced
herself to stop the self-caress.
Darleen's voice was quavering when she spoke.
"You know what we were just talking about--about how you couldn't trust
a man to eat your pussy out without fucking you, too?" she whispered,
her tone uncertain but hopeful, her gaze challenging.
My God! thought Caroline.
She nodded.
She was concentrating on Darleen now. Her thumb had begun to rub her
nipple again, although she wasn't aware of it. It was an automatic
action when she had a handful of tit.
"But you could trust a woman," said Darleen.
"What--what are you thinking of?" gasped Caroline, although by this
time she knew damned well what Darleen was getting at. Darleen didn't
reply for a moment.
They gazed across the gin bottle. Without the uninhibiting nature of
that gin, neither of them would have ever gotten around to this nor
even have realized they wanted to get around to such a thing.
"We could suck each other off, if you want to," said Darleen.
Caroline was not totally surprised to realize that that was, indeed,
just what she wanted to do.
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