I didn’t quite know how to bring up the subject, but eventually I said – “I bet they wish it was Wichita, all over again?”
Joan turned to look at me, a puzzled smile on her face.
“Wichita?” she said.
“That’s exactly what Louie said,” I grinned – but my grin was a bit lopsided. I felt nervous, like a guy on his first date, wondering how ‘far’ he might get.
“He was a bit cheeky, that Louie,” remarked Joan, “grabbing my butt like that. Still, he’s only young – what about Wichita?”
I wanted to ask her about Louie feeling her ass, but decided to save that till later.
“Oh,” I said, as we entered the kitchen again, “I overheard them talking a little while ago, and Ray and Mike were telling Louie about a job they did in Wichita.”
I took both of Joan’s hands and backed her up against the table. I moved against her, to let her feel my erection pressing into her stomach. Her eyes widened a little in surprise, but she smiled and moved gently against me.
“What happened in Wichita?” she asked, her voice low.
“Well, there were four of them – Ray, Mike and two other guys – and, at the end, the woman came into the van to thank them. They asked her for a kiss and – well, it ended up with her naked and them taking turns with her.”
Joan’s face took on a delicate shade of pink, and she dropped her eyes.
“You mean – I had a narrow escape?” she said, softly. I pressed my cock against her and, releasing her hands, cupped her bottom to pull her against me. She put her arms round my neck and buried her face in my shoulder.
“Yes,” I whispered. “It’s just as well I was there, don’t you think?”
“Why?” she asked. “Did they – force her?”
“No,” I answered. “I don’t think so. While Mike was kissing her, the others started touching her and, when she didn’t object – well, they just carried on and stripped her, then they fucked her.”
“What – all of them?” Joan whispered. Her lower body was moving against me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I moved a hand up to squeeze her left breast. She let out a little sigh.
“Yes – they took turns with her – one after another,” I said, and rubbed a thumb over her nipple. I could feel it – its erectness – through her blouse and brassiere.
Joan was silent, but I could hear her breathing – quick, irregular. I thought about what to say next. My balls tightened.
“If I hadn’t been there – today – would you have still kissed them?”
“I suppose so.” Her reply was muffled, almost inaudible.
“And what if Louie had squeezed your butt – like he did?”
“Well… ” Joan’s voice trailed off. I waited. Eventually, she went on.
“I don’t think they would have wanted to – with me,” she said. “I’m just a – married woman – a mom, with two kids. The one in Wichita – she was probably… different.”
My hand was unbuttoning her blouse. My cock was like an iron bar. I had to wet my lips before I could speak again.
“I heard them talking about you,” I said. I could hear my own voice, shaking with excitement.
Joan’s head was buried in my chest.
“What – what did they say?” Her voice was low, breathy, quivering – like mine. I wet my dry lips again.