Four Wives Club

Jeanne shouted, “Jerry! What are you doing to Gina!?”

Rita commanded, “Gina! Take it you bitch! It’s what we came here for!”

Following Rita’s exclamation, the other two women ceased their verbal expression of concern. Gina also stopped her screaming, or converted it to moaning, and began to experience the joy of anal penetration. Her ass’s pain morphed into pleasure. She wiggled her ass slightly to ensure the device was still there, and felt again a tinge of pain, but not near as much as the first pangs. Slowly her sphincter gave up its tension and the dildo became welcomed in her butt. She increased her wiggling, slowly converting her motions from verification to begging for more. Roger accommodated by working the dildo in rotation, which now satisfied the woman on each of its ends, and pushing down on the loop in its middle to shove whichever end was not bottomed on the flange, deeper into the their asses.

When the monster was finally buried in both butts, Roger smiled and hooked the two straps on the women’s waist belt to each other’s and they were secured together, though at this point, with the dildo still working its initial penetration magic on each of them. Finally, Rita pulled partly away from her partner, then pushed back to see if Gina was up to the expansion of their envelope for pain. There was only a groan of immense pleasure from Gina, so she did it again, pulling out further this time, though not yet reaching the limits of the straps.

Gina’s second groan of pleasure at being fucked by her girlfriend, up her pussy and up her ass at the same time, gave all in the room what they needed to hear. Both Jeanne and Ellen breathed easier knowing their friend was actually enjoying herself again. They both squirmed in anticipation of whatever was happening to Rita and Gina, happening to them.

Rita was so relieved, and so hot with the double penetration, she pulled her butt fully away from her impaled partner, fetching up on the straps just before the dildo’s freed themselves from one or the other’s groin. The effect was almost like a rubber banding of their bodies back together again, drawing immense pleasure and groans of such from each. Under their blindfolds, each had opened her eyes at the surprise, and pushed hard back onto the stakes up their holes. They held there for several moments, savoring the exquisite sensations running through their bodies. Both were on their knees still, their hands grabbing their feet as if the cuffs were no longer needed, and intent on fucking themselves silly. They began to do just that.

Jeanne and Ellen had heard every gasp and grunt and groan of course, and knew that whatever was happening across the bed from them, they wanted a piece of. Each suspected there was anal penetration involved by now, unable to attribute Gina’s sudden outburst to a slap or any other noise, but they were eager as hell to get on with it. Roger accommodated their wishes as he took his time to hook them up and impale them similarly.

By the time he stepped back to admire his work, Jeanne and Ellen were pumping their asses back and forth even faster than Rita and Gina. Jeanne was the more aggressive here, and brought the straps up tight each time she withdrew from Ellen, the dildo’s rather equally withdrawing from all four holes before being plunged back to their depths once again.

Roger couldn’t help but marvel at what he’d created, and the action the ladies were exhibiting. The four of them were fucking the shit out of each other, relentless in their pursuit of orgasm after orgasm, and couldn’t care less that the gardener was watching. He leaned down closely near the junction of his wife and Ellen and watched as the bulging lips of their pussies, and the stretched sphincters of their asses parted most reluctantly to permit the penetration of their bodies. The sight was beyond anything he’d ever dreamed, and finally reminded him of his own rock hard cock, pointing directly at the spot at which he looked.

Something had to be done. He realized in a heartbeat that he needed to blow his load, or it would explode within and force its way up and out his mouth. All this time he’d been increasing and increasing the hardness of his cock, so much so that his mind was far too focused on the cause to consider the effect. And now he needed to let that effect be released.

Without hesitation, he stepped over beside Jeanne and Ellen, and pulled them enough to get Jeanne’s head angled to the side of the bed. He plunged his shaft into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat on the first plunge. The first sensation was of heat, a burning ring of steaming fluid around his cock. He reached down and undid the cuff on her nearest wrist, and pulled her hand over to his balls.

Jeanne was immediately grateful for the singular attention the gardener was giving her. He only had one cock, and for some reason he had decided to fill her remaining orifice with it. She gobbled him in, sucked, inhaled him down her throat in appreciation. When her hand was suddenly freed and placed on what she thought was a larger sack of balls than she remembered on the heretofore lump of meat of the gardener, she was doubly pleased and eager to show it. Jeanne massaged the two sensitive orbs as if she were fingering a pair of marbles in her hand, manipulating them over and under her fingers and rocking them together. It wasn’t long before she was letting her hand wander occasionally, toward his ass to see if he would respond like the rest of them to penetration there.

Roger nearly lost his balance when his wife pushed a finger one knuckle into his ass. He immediately pulled her hand away, dropped some lube on that very finger, and then on two more, and pulled her hand back between his legs. His head went back and his jaw opened as his wife began to shove one, then two, and then three fingers up his ass. He immediately began to pump his cock into and out of his wife’s oral cavity, while squatting slightly to press his balls down on her wrist where it passed beneath them and delivering her fingers to his hole.

The bedroom wreaked of female musk. Rita and Gina were in the throws of yet another mutual orgasm as they pounded their asses together, bounced off to the extent of the straps holding them, and pounded back together again. Rita was growling her eagerness to fill herself at the shove of the Gina’s body. Gina kept chirping her appreciation of the double penetration, biting her lower lip and letting her little noises emerge through her nose. The wrinkles above the blindfold on her forehead attested to the squinting of her eyes under her intense emotions around dealing with the humiliation of the gardener watching her first anal penetration, and by her girlfriend’s ass at that.

But Roger was not looking. His head was back, his breathing shallow, his body tense with the approaching orgasm. Jeanne was amazed at how she could read the kid’s tensing body, preparing to explode and spray her throat with his jism. She redoubled her efforts to shove more of her fingers up his ass and began to use one of them to hook him inside and pull on it to help force his cock deeper down her throat. Ellen at this point was background for them. She was bucking her butt at Jeanne and providing additional movement of Jeanne’s mouth on the gardener’s cock. She too was yelping her satisfaction and drive for more.

As yet another round of orgasms began to erupt in the room, Roger could hold back no longer. He shot his first load into his wife’s mouth just as he began his next plunge. Some of the liquid passed over her tongue and taste buds, prompting an immediate reaction. As Roger withdrew and plunged yet again into his wife’s mouth, depositing yet another smattering of jism on her tongue, Jeanne’s head jerked to a stop, and aimed as it could, up at Roger’s head. He looked down when he felt his next thrust short-cheeked if you will, the tip of his cocked denied entry to her throat and poking a pronounced peak in her cheek where the turning of her head had forced it.

She knew! He wanted to bolt, to run out of there. His wife recognized his taste! She knew her husband was standing over her and her friends, all in a frenzied state of coitus that he had engineered and put them in, and fucking his wife in the mouth. She knew it was Roger and now the price would be paid. His mind was delirious, trying to force back the overpowering throws of orgasm, while his wife had suddenly gone dead still. Even Ellen was wiggling her ass to get Jeanne moving and fucking her again.

Jeanne’s mind went through a turmoil, the likes of which she’d never known before. She was totally convinced the distinctive taste of her husband was dribbling down her throat, sucked there by herself, and delivered to her by her practically impotent man. “How the…” She thought, trying to sort the facts in her mind. She tried to remember how he himself would always tell her to reduce complex issues to simple pieces, and deal with each. She thought of her husband in her mouth, and clamped her teeth down gently, but firmly on his cock. He stopped moving, giving her time to think. She was presently in a state of sexual arousal that if anyone had described it to her before, she never would have believed herself capable. Her husband was responsible for that. She thought of how he hadn’t laid a hand on her in a long time, but he sure had done more than that today. She thought of how he fucked all her girlfriends, and they had bragged about their experience, but then realized not one of them had actually been penetrated by her husband’s cock. She thought about her infidelity with the gardener, and how she had never even suspected that he might be unfaithful to her. That did it. She aimed her head higher at where she thought her husband’s head must be, and spread her lips in a smile that he could not miss.

Jeanne Goodman then pushed her fingers as far as she could up her husband’s ass, leaned back into direct line with his cock and her throat, and pulled his ass and cock toward her with every ounce of strength she could muster. Swallowing as the imposing piston approached, she cleared her decks for his next load, and resumed humping her girlfriend Ellen’s ass and cunt.

68 Seaward Lane, Living room, Four-Thirty PM, Wednesday

Rita and the others were lying dressed, but akimbo on whatever piece of furniture they could find, while Jeanne brought forth a tray of iced tea for all. None of the women could understand how the hell she could be smiling, chipper even in her step, after all the orgasms and exercise they’d just been through.

Roger had eventually had more than he could take, and sensed the women were peaking as well. He’d re-donned his clothes, his mask, and sent them all to the guest bedroom one at a time. After gathering the last of his kit goodies, he stepped out of the house, and drove away in the gardener’s truck.

The women all heard the truck leave, forcing themselves to obey and not watch for they wanted him to make good on his promise to join them again soon. They were frustrated that he was not going to do their lawns anymore, given the turn of events, but they understood and only hoped they had not frightened him away from sex too with their aggressive response.

“You are unbelievable, Jeanne! Aren’t you tired?” Rita asked in astonishment. The others all nodded their agreement and waited for her answer.

“Of course I’m tired, silly, but I feel like an athlete! I just won the first heat!” She smiled and served the cool drinks.

Ellen asked, “Do you think he’ll be back?”

Gina said, “My God! I sure hope so!”

Rita had noticed something else in Jeanne’s demeanor, but couldn’t put a finger on it. She said, while looking at her friend somewhat suspiciously, “Yeah, me too. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked better in my life, Gina.” Still looking at Jeanne she added, “So what do you think, Jeanne, will he be back?”

Jeanne still had that insufferable smile on her face. She knew something, or her orgasms had affected her even more than the others, and none of them thought that possible. Once finished with the serving, she stood up, and walked back toward the kitchen. Over her shoulder she said, “Ohhhhhhhhhh yes. I think I can guarantee, he will be back.”