John's Wife, Angie Lee.....Chap 4

Angie thought about it all week. It crossed her mind that she could fuck someone's husband
without all the hostility it usually caused. It could happen on much friendlier terms. Much
friendlier. It was all she could think about. It made her horny. She masturbated every day that
week, sometimes twice. She and John had sex every night that week like when they first met. 

John wondered if there was a connection between their conversation about Dot and Goody and the
sudden increase in her sexual appetite. She was still unaware of his involvement. The next time
she brought up the subject was as she lay panting after an orgasm with John's cock still quivering
inside her. 

"Johnny, last weekend, when they left us at Gene's Place, do you think they went to party at
Goody's apartment?"

He remembered as he replied, "They probably opened another bottle of wine and sucked and
fucked each other till breakfast." He remembered Goody coming out of the shower with Ted one
Sunday morning while he had Dot's legs draped over his shoulders as he fucked her on their bed.

"What do you think they do, Johnny?" She was humping his cock again and pulling his butt to her
with both her hands.

"Rod told me," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, "that Goody and Dot sixty-nine and while they're
eating each other he and Ted fuck them from behind." He was remembering again and slowing
fucking his wife with renewed vigor. Long strokes, like he did with Dot and Goody.

"Oh, god! That's so hot, Johnny! What else?" She gasped, held him tighter and fucked back.

"Then they switch," John laughed, "and Goody likes to sit on Dot's face while she sucks on Ted's
cock and Rod fucks Dot." "She's getting off on this," thought John. So was he.

Rapidly and breathlessly she asked, "Rod fucks Dot? In front of Ted? And Ted fucks Goody too?" 
She had already figured that out, she just enjoyed the sex-talk. "Do they butt-fuck too, Johnny?" 
But, before John could answer, "Ohhhh my god, Johnny! I'm cumming!" Then, still panting, "Why
weren't we invited, Johnny?"

In the dark, John's eyes popped wide open. His mind raced. "Maybe?" Then, " We were, sweetheart, I just didn't think you would want to get involved in something like that with those kind of people," he said dryly.

Angie heard her words fed back to her. She was feeling very, very weak. "I do now," she
whispered to herself as she fell asleep. John heard.

"What a nice young man that Rod is, and what a nice long cock he has. Cock? Why am I seeing his
cock?" The question was set aside as she further admired the long, slender penis with such a
large bulbous helmet. In her entire life she had never been in such an aroused state. She felt
wonderfully warm pressed by flesh like this. And a soft tongue was licking her pussy. She woke
from her dream the next morning fingering her clit.

John woke shortly thereafter to find his wife sucking his cock. When she had swollowed his cum,
she wiped her mouth, and asked, "What's the plan for the weekend, Johnny?"

John cautiously replied, "Oh, I don't know, would you like to ride down the Rhine and take in a
couple of castles? We could spend the night at one of those hostels along the river." He knew she
wasn't interested in castle hopping.

Angie was trying not to sound too anxious, but suggested, "Why don't we just take in a movie this
afternoon then have dinner at Gene's Place? We can ask Dot and Ted to join us if they don't have
any plans." 

What could he say? "Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart." 

Angie was thinking, "I can't stand it another day." The morning went by altogether too slow. Before they left their quarters, Angie went to the kitchen cabinette and poured herself a glass of
blackberry wine. Then another.

They met Dot and Ted at the base exchange theater. Angie greeted them excitedly and for the
first time conciously gave them both a very friendly hello kiss. Dot was pleasantly surprised when
Angie took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. John and Ted had gone to fetch
refreshments. They chose to sit in the loge seats in the upper back rows and waited for their
men. 

After a few pleasantries, Angie asked, "Have you known Goody a long time, Dot?"

"Since I was eighteen. I met her when I got my first job. We worked together at a champagne
factory in Mainz." Angie was still holding Dot's hand in hers. "She's really a sweet person. Do you like her, Angie?"

"I think she's a very sexy lady. Her waist is so tiny and she has beautiful hips. And such 
breasts! You're athletic like me, aren't you, Dot? I exercise regularly."

"I try. And yes, Goody is very sexy." "I wonder where she's going with this," Dot thought. Dot
could smell the red wine on Angie's breath. "You're pretty sexy yourself, Angie."

"Do you think so, Dot? I value your opinion. Do you think I have a gorgeous ass? Freudian slip. 
"Uh, I mean, do you think I have a nice figure?" Angie had not intended to say that, but the glass
of Morgan David and her state of mind made it difficult not to blurt out what she was thinking. 

"Where have I heard those words before," thought Dot. Then she was slightly embarrassed when
she remembered last Saturday night in the toilet stall with Goody. "Ok, Angie. I said that to
Goody at Gene;s Place last weekend. Were you there when I said it?"

"I didn't really want to let on, Dot, and I'm sorry I was eavesdropping. It's just that I want to be
friends like you and Goody."

"Like Goody? Really like Goody? Did Johnny tell you about me and Goody, is that it?" Angie pulled Dot's hand to her own knee. Dot wondered how much she knew.

"Yes, just like Goody," she leaned over and whispered into Dot's ear.

Dot placed her hand inside Angie's knee. She pulled it toward her own and squeezed. Angie caught her breath. The men were coming up the aisle with the popcorn. 

John and Ted looked for the girls and saw them sitting in the back rows. The seats rose steeply up
to the back projection wall so that they could only see head and shoulders. Heads close together
whispering. Angie was sitting to Dot's right and as they approached saw that Dot had her right
hand between Angie's knees. Angie sat with downcast eyes and did not look up as Ted stepped by
to sit on Dot's left and John sat next to his wife on the far right. Dot saw them smiling at each
other but made no comment. Dot released Angie's knee as her husband joined her. 

Their attention was on the screen but the girls had joined hands. A few minutes later, Angie and
Dot had slipped their hands to each other's knees, their arms crossing in the middle and their legs
slightly parted. They were both wearing short skirts so that the men had a clear view of their
wive's legs and thighs. Dot softly caressed Angie's inner thigh and Angie wasted no time in doing
the same for Dot although their eyes were still on the screen. Dot's fingers ventured further up
Angie's thigh till her fingers brushed Angie's pussy through the panty cloth. Dot moved the panty
cloth aside and found Angie's pubic hair. When Dot's middle finger found the wetness, it delved
between Angie's labia and stroked her cleft, up and down, easily finding Angie's clitoris. Angie's
heart was pounding and her breathing elevated but her eyes never left the screen. Then she
became aware that her right hand was fondling John's hard on through his pants. Her eyes then
left the screen to look down to her husband's crotch. John slouched forward and unzipped his fly
whereupon Angie reached inside to find his cock wet with precum. She pulled on it slowly and at
the same time found Dot's bare pussy with her left hand. She turned to Dot and leaned close. Dot
turned to Angie and heard her whisper in pleasant surprise, "You're not wearing panties!"

"I never do," Dot replied. "And I never, ever wear a bra. Look, feel." Angie pulled her right hand
out of her husband's fly to feel Dot's breasts. Through the flimsy material she could feel small
but firm breasts. She pinched the hardened nipples. It was then that she saw Dot's left hand
firmly grasping Ted's penis.