"Say thank you – that was a compliment!"
When we got home, Carol had a light dinner prepared and we had a couple of drinks. We opened a bottle of good Cab and I lit up a joint. We talked and laughed as we passed it around and sipped our wine. It was fairly strong grass and we all got very happy. I danced with Mrs. Robinson and played with her ass. Then Carol danced with Mrs. Robinson and played with her ass. Then I turned off the lights and the three of us lay down on the thick soft carpet and Carol and I took turns kissing her. We were laughing a lot as we undressed each other but by the time we got naked we were well into that silent seriousness of sex. Our hands and lips explored each other and I heard the sounds of soft kisses. Then I heard the wet squishy sounds of a pair of horny pussies being played with.
I felt a hand on my cock and when I looked down Mrs. Robinson was applying a thick layer of Vaseline to my dick. Then she positioned Carol on her knees – legs apart - with her ass up in the air. She guided me gently and held my very hard cock against the tight sphincter of Carol's ass. I began a gentle pressure and was surprised that I slipped in quite easily. Carol barely moaned as I entered her. She'd had some booze and she was stoned and happy and high, but I remembered the pain Ray's massive cock had caused when he entered her that night. Of course he'd been pounding her ass every week for months – had that loosened her up a bit? I wondered. Then, with one hand on her clitoris and the other caressing her breasts, exactly as I had seen Ray do, I began to gently fuck her in the ass.
Mrs. Robinson caressed my balls for a short time and then moved in front of Carol. She laid on her back, she spread her legs wide with her knees in the air, and reached up for Carol's head. She pulled Carol down and guided her face into the second biggest pussy in San Diego and I could tell from the squishy wet sounds that Carol was working hard on every bit of it. Carol had her hands under Mrs. Robinson's ass – one hand supporting each buttock to get better leverage eatin that big pussy. My rhythm fucking Carol seemed to govern the rhythm of all three of us, as Mrs. Robinson pumped Carol's face in front with the same rhythm that I fucked her from behind. I remembered Mrs. Robinson talking about "whores' heaven" and I thought that maybe Carol had found it again. It felt just as good to give this to my wife as it felt to watch someone else do it her.
Maybe it was the grass – maybe it was the booze – maybe it was the special chemistry of the three of us – but we just seemed to float in a timeless, weightless, sea of silence, free of the usual groaning and grunting and panting of sexual debauchery. We went on and on in a never-ending, silent, triple passion. Finally, after what seemed an eternity I heard Carol moan softly and felt the contractions of her rectum as an orgasm swept through her trembling body – then I felt my own – and somehow I sensed, though I did not hear, Mrs. Robinson's orgasm. We moved, almost in slow motion, to disengage our interlocked bodies and lay down together on the rug. Strangely, I was neither tired nor breathing heavily and my lovers lay quietly beside me. We were floating in an endless, silent space. Then, I went to sleep and they slept as well.
The radiant morning sun blazed through the living room windows almost blasting me awake with its brilliance. I looked around, momentarily lost, wondering where the hell I was. I was laying between two, beautiful, naked women – both sound asleep. My head hurt, I was thirsty, my back was sore, and I had a lousy taste in my mouth. Under normal circumstances, being between two beautiful naked women would have presented me with the choice of which tits to play with first. This morning, my choice was between Alka-Seltzer and tomato juice – the latter preferably with an added ingredient.
As I untangled myself to head for the kitchen, the ladies woke up, moving slowly. They began to groan, but not - I assure you - the kind of groans I had heard in the dark last night from these beautiful naked women. They were holding their heads and trying to open their eyes. We three were in serious difficulty and in no mood for any loud noises, until my loving wife suddenly created massive, loud laughter.
"Jesus I got a lousy taste in my mouth. Must have been something I ate."
Carol sat there puckering her lips and running her tongue around her mouth. I thought I had found every painful place in my body when I was getting to my feet. But I was wrong. As I started almost hysterical laughter, I found a lot more places that hurt.
"Oh God it hurts to laugh," said Mrs. Robinson getting up off the rug, her big breasts bouncing as she laughed.
I looked her up and down and she was beautiful – simply stunning! But I thought women were not supposed to look this good in the morning. Then I quit staring at her tits and realized that some attention was needed to her hair and face. Carol was not much better off.
Somebody had to do it. So I took charge. "All right people! It hurts too much to do it slow! Quick! To the shower! Now! Bloody Marys! Later!"
I marched them both into the shower – we had a big double one – and we showered and groaned and soaped and rinsed and groaned and washed pussies and washed balls and washed tits and rubbed each others butts and groaned - and then, dripping wet with dripping hair and towels drying ourselves off, we headed for the kitchen – buck-naked - with me picking up a bottle of Stoli on the way. Carol poured three glasses half full of cold orange juice and I filled them the rest of the way with Stoli. Then Carol got out the bloody Mary mix and three big glasses.
In a commanding voice Carol said, "You've got to drink the health food first!" And she passed out the OJ-vodka mix and we chug-a-lugged.
The girls tied their wet hair up in some kind of something and the three of us, still buck-naked headed for the living room each with a bloody Mary in hand. Carol took over and began to give orders.
"The good news," she shouted, "is that it's Saturday! We got all day to do nothing. We don't even have to get dressed. We can stay naked all day. Mrs. Robinson, you're staying over till Sunday. Jerry, put three steaks out to defrost and check out our supply of pot. We got a Saturday party coming up. Mrs. Robinson you and me have got to sit down for a moment and quietly pray that Jerry's pecker lives through the weekend. We've only got the one pecker between the two of us, so we'll have to be gentle with it."
Dear Reader: This is the last chapter in the "How I Became a Cuckold" series. However, the story of Jerry and Carol and Mrs. Robinson will continue because they live in San Diego. Some of you may recall that Lynn and Bobby and Princess also live in San Diego. These two sets of triplets are not close friends (yet) although they belong to the same country club. Think of it – one cuck, one Bi, two straight swingers, and two horny, thirty-something blonds. Do you think they might find something to do? You'll find out in Chapter 9 of the "Lynn and Bobby" series. I haven't written it yet, so all suggestions will be much appreciated.
