The House Group Leader's Wife Pt. 01

"Hell!" thought the Croat. "If I can fancy the man, any woman can!"

Jennifer was amazed by Vesna's performance, unaccustomed as she must be to cock - fake or otherwise. Then she realised that she must have licked and sucked scores of dildos back in Belgrade, or wherever it was she lived. Jennifer had heard that the lesbian scene was huge in these East European countries.

Marcia, watching from her vantage point, had already witnessed close up Vesna's skills with real cock - with her husband's cock, no less. How could she forget the way she deepthroated him and then drank his jism to the last drop? After she began babysitting for Jennifer, what hope did she have of fighting off Dean's advances? He may have been taught a lesson by Daryl, but a leopard doesn't change its spots, Marcia reckoned.

She imagined Vesna alone in the house with Dean, and Dean coming up to her in that Don Juan way of his and chatting with her and making her laugh. Before the babysitter realised what was happening, he was using his superior strength to pin her down on the couch in the den, ripping off her T-shirt, unzipping her jeans and forcing himself upon her. Now he was thrusting his full seven inches inside her, pumping her violently until she came in a shattering orgasm.

Marcia began to masturbate again. But it wasn't Vesna she was thinking about fucking, it was Dean! Suddenly she had exchanged places with the Croat, and it was she who was being ravaged on the sofa, she who kept telling him (each time less convincingly) to stop, she who was now digging her fingernails into his back, telling him to fuck her harder and to make her come.

As Marcia came for the third time, Jennifer was asking Vesna if that was the best she could do.

"Oh my God!" thought Marcia. "She's going to ask her to deepthroat her!"

Which is exactly what turned out to be the case. The only problem was that the shaft was super long and super thick. Even a woman of Vesna's experience and resourcefulness would have a difficult time getting to grips with a problem of this nature. But, for whatever reason, instead of telling Jennifer to take a flying jump, Vesna embarked on the attempt to conquer her own personal Everest.

Jennifer (sweet Jennifer, kind Jennifer, gentle Jennifer) was in no mood to show empathy or even a scintilla of compassion. She kept telling her to try harder and do better, even as the saliva began to pour from the silicone dick onto the carpet. Vesna's eyes were almost bulging from their sockets - eyes which from time to time she turned to the photo of Dean, as if for inspiration. For Marcia looking on, it seemed that Jennifer had the soccer coach under her spell. She never thought she would see Vesna in thrall to another woman, but she was seeing it right here with Jennifer, the "dumb blonde"!

"You can do it!" Jennifer told Vesna, like a slavedriver addressing a member of a chain gang.

Vesna, by dint of a superhuman effort, finally reached her goal. Immediately, she came off the monster and gasped for air.

"Well done!" said Jennifer, as if Vesna had just made her some toast. "Now get on the bed on all fours and prepare to receive the dick you have just prepared."

As if nothing in the whole world would give her more pleasure, the Croat leapt onto the bed and raised her ass as high as she could. Marcia wondered at first if this was a precaution against being fucked in the ass, but, realising that Vesna was in all probability looking forward to that too, she thought it must be to maximise the pleasurable feelings as the cock entered her pussy.

Jennifer, looking for all the world like an old hand at this type of thing, lined the beast up at the entrance to Vesna's cunt and let the weapon bang about a bit on her body - a little as if she were playing the drums. Vesna signalled her desire and her impatience by parting her nether lips with her hands and letting her rapacious hole gape like a fish head in front of Jennifer.

"Tell me how badly you want it," said Jennifer, relishing her role as the dominant partner.

"I need you to fuck me so hard and so deep," said Vesna - putty in the older woman's hand, or apparently so.

"If I let you into my household, I want you to leave my husband alone. Do you understand?"

"I don't like men," Vesna replied, almost eliciting a cough of disbelief from Marcia.

"I don't believe you," said Jennifer, her cock still knocking at Vesna's door.

"It's true," said Vesna - her voice level and clear.

"The way you suck cock, that tells me you know how to please a man," returned Jennifer.

"I suck dildos not dicks," said Vesna, beginning to think that Marcia had told the blonde about her time with Connor.

"Okay," said Jennifer. "But I warn you to stay away from my husband. He will try and seduce you."

A frisson of excitement went through not only Vesna but Marcia too. By making it illicit, Jennifer had made a liaison with Dean even more desirable to the two women, who might otherwise, in the cold light of day, have dismissed the idea as so much nonsense. Such is the human condition!

Having convinced herself that the elfin Croat would be safe from the clutches of her husband, Jennifer drove the cock into Vesna's hungry pussy. She wielded it with great skill, even if she had no interest on this occasion in spinning out the occasion and building slowly to a climax.

"I shall be the only person in this household who fucks you!" she cried, in a tone that was new to both Vesna and Marcia. "Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Vesna affirmed, as if she were in court, confirming her identity.

Jennifer started to pump Vesna with real purpose and phenomenal power. She didn't have a chance of holding out for more than a few seconds. But as she prepared herself for the inevitable, it wasn't Jennifer she was thinking about, it was her husband. He had her on the kitchen table and was fucking her while his wife was upstairs putting on some make-up before heading out with Dean for a Rotary dinner. She was fully dressed - he had merely hitched up her skirt, pushed aside her panties, thrown her on the table, unzipped his pants and entered her. Within twenty seconds he was unloading what appeared to be a pint of his semen into her pussy. He had to cover her mouth with his hand to stop her cries from reaching his wife upstairs.

Chapter 4

In situations where three people are involved, it will always be the case that someone is disappointed, and on this occasion it was Vesna. How badly she wanted that cock in her ass! But Jennifer had evidently decided to defer that pleasure to another day, as she invited Marcia to join her. Vesna took this as her cue to take a watching brief, but Jennifer called her back and told her she wanted her to prepare Marcia for her. A quick glance at the black monster told the other two all they needed to know about the treatment the blonde had in mind for her.

"I want you to lick her dry," Jennifer said. "She's been playing with herself like an adolescent."

"First, get her out of those clothes. She looks so prissy in that button-up blouse and pleated skirt."

Marcia had worn the outfit thinking she would be the one taking control of the events of the day, given her recent promotion to deaconess in the church. What a miscalculation that had been, she thought, as Vesna (kneeling on the side of the bed) began unbuttoning her starchy blouse. When it was off, Jennifer laughed at the dowdy padded bra that Marcia was wearing, telling Vesna not to take it off for the time being. Once the skirt had been removed, she laughed once more when she saw the matching knickers. This time, to make matters worse, Vesna joined in the merriment too.

"Oh my god, you look like Miss Jean Brodie!" Jennifer cried, mixing delight with sarcasm.

Marcia had no choice but to suck it up, as she stood there, the butt of their jokes.

"Take her armour off and let's see just how virtuous our house group leader's wife is beneath the camouflage!"

Seeing Marcia standing there looking so vulnerable, Jennifer had a sudden longing to send Vesna packing and make long and sensuous love to her friend. However, when she became aware once more of the harness she was wearing, she shot that idea down and repeated her order to Vesna to lick Marcia out until she was bone dry.

"Can we move to the bed?" Vesna asked, with the kind of deference Jennifer wished to see in her future babysitter.

"Of course," said Jennifer. "Just be sure to make her real dry so I get to really enjoy fucking her tight pussy."

Vesna wasn't sure that licking Marcia's cunt was the best way to achieve this result, but then she didn't really believe Jennifer was being altogether serious either. She was a bit of a dark horse was Jennifer - by turn, dumb blonde and master manipulator. The first of her two personas was certainly an act, which left Vesna wondering whether the second was really genuine. No doubt she would find out in time, and for now she could enjoy the unpredictability of sexual escapades with such an enigmatic woman.

Marcia, by comparison, was a less complex character. She was ambitious and she liked to be in control and she would fight to get what she wanted for herself and her family. With Jennifer, Vesna couldn't be so sure; she felt she had it in her to kill for what she wanted.

Realising that she needed to get on with the task that had been set her by Jennifer, Vesna put her reflections to one side and, having taken Marcia by the hand and settled her on the bed, took a moment to appreciate her beautifully proportioned body. Seeing her lying there looking so lovely and so vulnerable, Vesna thought, "Jennifer, be damned!" as she decided to make love to her properly.

"You look so gorgeous," Vesna told her, speaking in her ear, but not so softly that Jennifer couldn't hear.

"Thank you, Vesna," replied Marcia soulfully.

"I'm going to make love to you," the Croat added.

Marcia merely nodded in response, as Jennifer, still standing by the bed, ready to fuck Marcia, looked on unimpressed. But what could she do? It was two against one. She went and sat where Marcia had sat before and reconciled herself to a delay - perhaps a lengthy delay.

Until the moment when their lips touched and their bodies started sinuously to blend together, Jennifer hadn't appreciated the depth of the feeling that existed between these two women. She thought that Marcia had discovered a liking for a little lesbian action on the side and that this weird-looking soccer coach was her chosen plaything. Watching them together now, she realised that not only had she been wrong, but that her own lovemaking was deficient by comparison. They had something she simply didn't have, or at any rate hadn't yet accessed: raw passion combined with a genuine feeling for the other. Perhaps this is what love was, Jennifer thought.

They were speaking to one another even as they made love. Jennifer couldn't catch what they were saying but she knew it wasn't supplementary to the act of love, it was complementary to it, a part of it. When Vesna began to kiss Marcia's breasts, Marcia gently cradled her head and spoke to her in what Jennifer took to be a mixture of encouragement and arousal. When Vesna embarked on the journey to Marcia's centre, there were to be no short-cuts. She kissed or licked nearly every inch of her firm body, making a stopover at her belly button, which seemed to delight Vesna as much as it pleased Marcia.

Watching on, Jennifer was plagued by doubts about her own lovemaking skills. Was her unwillingness to give like this part at least of the reason that Dean had found solace in other women? To date, those that Jennifer had been aware of had been older women, but what was to stop him hooking up with the likes of Vesna and Marcia? A few weeks ago, she would have laughed at the idea of either of them finding him the least bit attractive (in spite of his good looks) but now she wasn't so sure. Jennifer knew that she scintillated, that she dazzled like a diamond, but once the sheen had worn off, what remained underneath that could bring someone in and then hold them in? Could she love like Vesna and Marcia loved? And could Dean love in a way that she was unable to?

These questions and more gripped her as she watched Vesna kiss Marcia's labia, bringing a fresh round of approbation from Marcia, even if this time it was wordless, consisting of sighs and moans and groans. Switching to her clitoris, Vesna licked it for only a few seconds before Marcia started to come, such was the state to which she had brought the woman.

After an unhurried kissing interlude, Vesna danced attendance on Marcia's needs once more, dropping down to her sex to bring her off by means of her expert tongue. Looking on, Jennifer was caught up in the aura of the event. Although she knew she would need to create such an atmosphere for herself, she thought she could benefit by letting the experience wash over her. It wasn't a matter of details (there was nothing she wanted to imitate); it was the gestalt.

Marcia, still fully engaged in the process, was now more vocal than ever. As she recognised that her climax was nearly upon her, she demanded more from her lover, who continued to give. Her hands on the older woman's inner thighs, she was licking her out with an intensity that bordered on the ferocious. Marcia, her arms out horizontally as if she were on a cross, her eyes closed, growled at Vesna, calling for one final effort. The Croat didn't disappoint her, letting her tongue race to the very edge of her asshole before plunging it once more into her broiling vagina.

The threat of an assault on her anus was too much for Marcia, whose orgasm penetrated her body like a machine gun riddling its target on the firing range. Like one released from the sting of death, her hands moved to Vesna's head, locking her into her core and setting off another orgasm. In her chair, Jennifer felt she was somehow sharing in their passion, sharing in that orgasm, even though she hadn't touched herself. She sensed that the lovers weren't finished, that there was so much more that each had to give.

Sure enough, Vesna opened the nightstand drawer and took out a second strap-on, as instructed by Marcia. Marginally smaller than the one Jennifer had used it might have been, but Vesna was confident in her ability to provide Marcia with an experience she wouldn't forget in a hurry. Marcia indicated her position of preference by getting onto her hands and knees, and patiently waited for the Croat to enter her.

Having first coated it with a generous supply of her own saliva, Vesna brought the pink phallus to Marcia's puffy pussy, which had no right to be still so wet after the thorough workout she had already had, partly, of course, at her own hands.

"Let me know if it hurts," said Vesna, more as a courtesy than anything else.

Marcia's nod provided the signal for Vesna to inch the plastic cock steadily forward. Marcia moaned as the unbending weapon worked its way inexorably towards its hilt. As the final inch or two penetrated her and she felt the coolness of the leather harness, she gurgled, exhaled deeply, then told Vesna to fuck her harder.

With one arm raised high in the air, the Croat mimicked a rodeo rider as she drove her shaft in and out of the house group leader's wife at an ever increasing rate. At one point, Jennifer thought she was going to yell "Yee-hah!" or even slap Marcia's flanks in the absence of a whip or riding crop.

As she drove herself into a frenzy, some of that frenzy was transferred to her mount, who threatened her rider with all kinds of punishments (including, interestingly, to Jennifer's ears, "no more fucking about with Connor"). Vesna's hair (never beautifully styled at the best of times) was an ugly mess, with sweat-matted strands plastered to her forehead.

Still, what did such aesthetic details matter when the effect she was having on Marcia was so devastating? Whether it was because she had already come so often that day, or because she was much more sensitive to oral sex than to penetrative sex (or more sensitive to a real penis than an artificial one - Jennifer was alarmed once more by the thought of Dean with either of these two women, or - heaven forfend it! - both at the same time) Marcia showed little sign of capitulating, despite the working over she was being given.

It seemed to Jennifer that Vesna was becoming irritated at what she must have thought was Marcia's refusal to play fair. Giving her a couple of sharp slaps to the buttocks, she cried out "Okay, baby, come for mommy now!" which seemed like an odd thing to say.

"Don't fuck my husband without my permission!" Marcia shot back, clearly far from being in a state of ecstasy where all worldly considerations have been abandoned.

A mention of Connor was just the motivation that Vesna needed to get her over the line in what had become a tricky encounter after such auspicious beginnings. She somehow found another gear and, shaking off the fatigue that was assailing her, pounded Marcia to even greater effect. What is more, she made a decision about something she had been mulling over for some while now, that she would fuck Marcia in the ass after she'd made her come.

It is difficult to overemphasise how tempted Vesna was to respond to Marcia's taunt about Connor. There were times (and this had rapidly become one of them) when Vesna preferred the company of the house group leader. He wasn't prone to gossip and bitchiness like his wife and he was more compassionate and mindful. How Vesna would like to get him on a yoga mat! The Croat tucked this idea away for another day, even as she witnessed the first rumblings of his wife's orgasm. Another couple of deep thrusts and Marcia belonged to Vesna once more, as all her pent up frustrations and suspicions were expelled like so many pellets from a shotgun.

Even as Marcia slumped onto the bed, Vesna told her to shape up, as she hadn't finished with her. Jennifer found herself leaning forward in her chair so far that she had to readjust herself to make sure she didn't tip herself out.

"Surely she isn't going there?" she thought to herself.

But she was - and without delay.

"No!" cried Marcia, but her tone was far too positive to leave Vesna in any doubt as to her true desires.

"You need to be punished for the terrible things you have said about me and Connor," Vesna said with severity.

"I only know that you deepthroated him, swallowed every drop of his cum, and then climaxed like a teenager when he fucked you."

"I was only doing what you two both wanted of me. What would you have said if I just lay there and ignored your urgings?"

But Vesna wasn't finished.

"What about you? Every time the name 'Dean' is mentioned you tighten up. How can Jennifer trust you around him, especially now that he is vulnerable - fighting with his own issues?"

Vesna could sense rather than see Jennifer's look of shock and horror, as her worst fears were confirmed. Marcia would have her work cut out to win back her friend's trust now. As for herself, Vesna reckoned she had banked some credit as far as Dean was concerned. Surely Jennifer couldn't be paranoid about every woman who happened to find herself in her husband's orbit?

"You little minx!" began Marcia, but whatever else she wanted to say was left unsaid as Vesna's cock plundered her asshole.

"Aw, fuck!" was all she could manage, as the long awaited violation robbed her of the power of speech.

"You need to learn a hard lesson," said Vesna, while Jennifer looked on, entranced. "The need to respect others and think about their feelings."

Vesna built up speed so that soon she was pumping Marcia with a force equal to that she had used when fucking her vagina. Within less than a minute the entire shaft was being utilized. Jennifer was worried for her friend but said nothing. If anyone knew her way around a woman's body it was the woman wielding the dildo, even if fresh doubts went through Jennifer's mind about the wisdom of letting this girl babysit for them, of letting her within a mile of Dean. Her concern had always been about whether she could trust her husband around Vesna; now it was about whether she could trust this clearly oversexed woman around her husband.