My Own Public Idaho

3. Sunday

The evening of the following day, Gerald and Phoebe were sitting on the couch in Gerald's living room, watching a movie on the widescreen TV. In a sudden flurry of movement, Gerald wriggled out of his T-shirt and cast the garment aside. Phoebe gave him a sidelong glance.

'You don't mind me taking my shirt off, do you, Phoebs?' Gerald asked suavely.

'It's your house, Gerald,' Phoebe replied. 'You can do whatever you want.'

'It's just that things have gotten a little hot in here,' Gerald explained.

'Uh-huh,' said Phoebe.

They watched the movie in silence for another minute or so.

'Ooh, wait a second!' Phoebe exclaimed suddenly. 'I have something here that might just suit this situation perfectly.'

She reached over the side of the couch and put her hand inside the small bag that she had brought with her. Gerald peered eagerly at the unfolding sequence of events, hoping that Phoebe was about to produce a pack of condoms or morning-after pills. Instead, she produced a handheld electric fan.

'Here you go, Gerald,' said Phoebe, switching on the device and handing it to him. 'This'll soon cool you down.'

'Yeah,' said Gerald, accepting the fan with a watery smile, 'I'm sure it will. Thanks, Phoebs.'

On the four-foot double bed in Miriam's guest room, Arnold was lying on his back with his hands behind his head while Helga rode his cock in the cowgirl position. Her boobs were bouncing up and down rhythmically as she bucked her hips and ground her clit.

'Oh God, Helga,' Arnold panted, 'you're driving me totally crazy here!'

'Welcome to the nuthouse, Arnold,' Helga grinned. 'We always have room for one more.'

Following her partner's example, she clasped her hands behind her head as she closed her eyes and really started to let herself go. Arnold stared eagerly at the spectacle, his balls urging him to give in to the inevitable and allow them to release their load. For the moment, he managed to restrain them.

When the movie entered what was obviously its final act, Phoebe stretched out her limbs and yawned, then she snuggled up to Gerald on the couch, draping her left arm across his bare abdomen in the process. He put his own left arm around her shoulders, and smiled.

Helga screamed in ecstasy as her pussy juice gushed over Arnold's sheathed dick and trickled onto his balls. Upon feeling her orgasmic contractions, Arnold ejaculated immediately. Helga rode him energetically until the last moment and then raised herself up onto her knees, causing his softening penis to flop out of her vagina.

When they had both recovered their wits and their breath, Helga snuggled up to Arnold on the bed.

'Mmm, I think I'm in Heaven,' she sighed deeply. 'I literally couldn't be any more happy or comfortable than I am right now.'

'Neither could I, Helga,' said Arnold. 'Well, except maybe for the spunky condom on my cock.'

'You know something, Arnold? Married life definitely suits me.'

'It's pretty much the same as our unmarried life, so far.'

'Yeah, but it feels different,' said Helga. 'Doesn't it feel different to you?'

'I know exactly what you mean,' said Arnold. 'It's a really special feeling... and a wonderful one.'

'So you don't have any regrets about signing up for a lifetime of Helga G. Pataki?'

'Not a single one. Though I guess I didn't read the small print yet.'

Arnold yelped half-jokingly as Helga gave his arm a playful swat, then they both burst into laughter.