Chapter 9

When the bedroom door clicked shut, Susan turned the lock in the center of the knob and with a hard, tight voice said to Bill.

“Your hot assed wife just got finished fucking my boy friend in here, and I don’t want any conversation from you at all. I’m still mad as hell, and the only thing that’s going to make up for it, is for you to fuck me, or me to fuck you. I don’t care which, but, I’m going to have one whole load of your slippery cream in my cunt before we leave this room!”

“Now get your clothes off mister. I want your naked body, and I want it now!”

Susan skinned her dress high over her head, her body clad in a brassiere, panties that just covered her tiny full hips, a garter belt holding up her thigh high stockings. Bill hadn’t seen a woman wear a garter belt except in the fuck movies, for years, delighted by her tiny figure.

While he kicked of his shoes and peeled off his socks, he watched her reach behind her back to get the catch on her bra, unfastening it to spill her pert titties from the wispy silk covering. Her breasts were full for her slight figure and as she pulled her panties from her tiny flared hips the chestnut brown curly ringlets of her cunt peeked from the vee between her legs. Shirt, trousers and shorts gone, Bill stood by the bed, bare, his heel touched the recorder switch and slipped it on.

“Do you want to fuck me, or have me fuck you?” Susan asked, still clad in the garter belt and stockings. I don’t care, just as long as I get fucked.”

She stood, hands in fists on her hips, looking delightful to Bill’s eyes. His cock, dormant, began to fill and raise from his testicles.

“Well, how about you fucking me. That seems only fair under the circumstances,” Bill lay on the bed, careful to make sure he was positioned correctly for the camera lens, crossing his hands behind his neck, watching her tiny body as she crawled onto the bed.

“You know Susan, it’s not really all of Lisa’s fault that she wanted to fuck Bull. He’s a sexy guy and knowing my wife, she got turned on and without thinking, just got it on with your boy friend. Hell, I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you.”

She grabbed his cock roughly, skinning the foreskin back, pumping him like she was pounding corn in a bowl.

Her anger turned Bill on even more than his thoughts during the evening when he knew Lisa was making some good fuck scene movies for them both. Her tight body tensed with effort as her titties quivered with the movement of her hand jerking off his cock.

“I wanted to fuck you too, and I am,” her voice softer now, “I’m about as turned on as your wife was. Let’s quit talking about fucking, and start fucking!”

Moisture began to appear at the head of his cock, wetting the foreskin and her fingers as she pumped him hard. The sensation of his hard cock in her hand and the excitement soon dampened her anger, her stroking became more loving than hating.

When he extended his hand and cupped her quivering titties, she sighed, bolder now that his other hand began to caress her flanks and hips, fondling her ass.

Now both hands at his groin, Susan stroked more softly, then swung one silky leg across his body to straddle his hips, her slippery hot pussy near his cock.

Harry’s hand surreptitiously moved over the silken flesh of Lisa’s upper thigh in the living room, while her husband was getting ready to slip his hard prick into Susan’s waiting pink cunt in the locked bedroom.

“Harry, don’t put your fingers up too high there, somebody might see.”

“If you’d get the lights a little lower in here, no one could see any- thing,” his petulant voice murmured at her.

“How about just flickering fire light, would that help?” Lisa grinned at her office manager.

“That would help fine. Let’s get a fire going!”

“I know where you’d like to get a fire going, but are you enough fireman to reel out enough hose to put the fire out later?” Lisa giggled at Harry.

Harry’s hand grabbed Lisa’s, pulled it to his lap, pressing her fingers against his groin.

The sensuous blond’s fingers wiggled, feeling the hot bar of Harry’s sex, swollen and hard.

“That’s feels like enough hose to put out the Chicago Fire, and have a little left over. Now let’s get a fire started, in the fireplace.”

The two moved to the fireplace, Lisa squirting liquid fire starter over the kindling at the base of the oak logs, striking a long match, applying the match to the fireplace.

Quickly the fire started, the flames sweeping to envelope the small oak logs, setting off a crackling sound as the flames turned the kindling to red coals under the logs.

“Oh goodie, a fire,” buxom Polly said to the group as she left Bull to sit on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

“What we need is some brandy, and to sit and watch the fire. Don’t you love to see the flames when the fireplace is full of hot coals and burning wood?” Lisa asked Polly.

“I always love a fire, it’s so romantic,” Polly’s sultry voice announced.

“I really get turned on sitting in front of a fire,” George’s deep male voice joined in the fireside banter.

“I’ll get the brandy while you all get cozy in the firelight,” Lisa moved to the kitchen, quickly placing a bottle of brandy and eight glasses on a tray, returning to the group now huddled in front of the fire.

George poured brandy into each glass, handing the half filled glasses to the watchers.

The two remaining glasses on the tray attracted attention to Bill and Susan’s absence.

“Where’s Bill and Susan, Lisa?” Bull’s query startled Lisa.

“Oh, they’re in the den, Bill’s showing Susan his new home computer, they’ll be out soon. Let’s drink up all the brandy so they’ll miss out if they don’t hurry up.”

The bigger logs in the fireplace were actively burning now, casting the amber and red flames over the bark surface of the wood, lighting the room in dancing shadows.