Rachel Dunn stopped what she was doing and raised her head with a snap that tossed her long mane of curly hair from her face. Something about the angle of the sunlight coming into the hotel room caught Troy's hard-on just right, nicking it gleam with a glossy wetness.
Curled up cozily at his side, one long, shapely leg draped over his legs, Rachel ogled her handiwork and his sexy, saliva-coated specimen and wriggled with pleasure, purring inside.
She'd seen him at his horniest a number of times before, but never quite like this. Never with the light hitting him, and his main attraction spotlighted.
"Your cock looks like candy," she murmured wrap-ping a snug fist around its base, angling the raised, swollen tip over to her mouth. Slinking her wily tongue out, she ran it slowly around his purple glans. "You taste like candy."
"Sorry I won't be able to go on treating you to it," he responded, reminder her that this was to be their last time together.
Rachel held her tongue in place and nodded her head to and fro to rub provocatively against the side of his cockhead. "I'll survive," she said in the brief instant before she swept the oval of her lips down around his throbbing pecker.
Now, with her hair loose and no make-up, Rachel looked all of nineteen years old. And she had the taut, supple, pert-nippled body to back up the bluff. Usually, out in public or relaxing at home, she passed for twenty-four or five. At her most glamorous, and playing the role of devoted wife, she edged closer to her real age -- twenty-nine. It seemed the more fun she had, the younger she looked and felt.
Her hair was dark, all curls and coiffed tangles. Her eyes were dark, too, and they were eyes that promised something illicit.
Her face was undeniably pretty, with a small, slightly up-turned nose. She didn't smile as much as she leered, or grinned lasciviously, or brightened in one form of carnal delight or other. Few people looked at Rachel and saw innocence.
Rachel liked it that way. It saved her from having to go through a lot of bullshit when people knew what they were getting.
Feeling the lewd pleasure of the passing moments washing over her, Rachel rolled onto her knees next to Troy. Crouching low, she bobbed her head and upper body and ran her sucking mouth up and down his thick shaft. She twisted to look up his body, meeting his gaze with a foxy expression.
He grinned at her, enjoying her boldness, her wickedness, her expertise. It was nice to be appreciated and she was going to miss him, though why his pending marriage had to end a perfectly good affair was beyond her. But that was how he wanted it and there was no use arguing.
She was letting him go, because there were other studs in the pasture, and because he might grow tired of his pride in time, and she could have the pleasure of seeing him come sniffing around to pick up where they'd left off.
Bit by bit, Rachel inched her knees to one side, slowly swinging her backside around to within reach of Troy's right hand. It was an offering and an invitation, and with a rich thrill she felt him respond, felt his fingers come to her ass cheeks and begin to explore between and underneath.
She shifted her ass closer to his upper body, until her knees were digging into the bedding by his side and she was facing almost directly down his legs as she continued to fellate him.
Rachel pushed her knees out from under her body, lifting her ass into the air as her thighs slid up. Troy's hand rode up with her backside, his fingers slipping into her cleft and following it down to the hanging folds of her pussy.
She loved being touched and played with down there. And if that could happen while she was doing something she enjoyed, so much the better.
And she did enjoy giving head. Something about a smooth hard-on sliding through her lips, filling her mouth with throbbing male energy over and over again did something to her. Often she would go all the way like that and feel herself coming close to climaxing when the hot essence exploded into her mouth and throat.
She would have gone that route today, but they didn't have a lot of time. Troy would have had his fun, but what about her? She couldn't let herself be left high and dry on their last romp together. She wouldn't.
Planting her hands to either side of Troy's hips, Rachel swooped down on his cock with her caressing mouth. Her cheeks sunk inward and she pulled up to his ridge with clinging lips. She continued at a slow, easy pace, stroking his hardness over and over.
Her cutely shaped ass swayed to its own inner music as Troy's fingertips slid up and down the soft ridges of her pussy lips. Every time he came to her clit he applied quick, circular strokes, never quite touching the stiffening bud directly, but having a definite erotic effect on her.
A heavy gust of breath rushed out of Rachel. She squirmed with pleasure on Troy's cock and against his teasing fingers. The fun she adored, all sexy and hot and consuming, was starting for real.
Troy had been good for her from the start, only a couple of short months ago at a party. He had seen the tempting look in her eyes and measured her potential with a Casanova's skill, and before the party was over she had had the possibilities considered as well. Two days later they were falling into bed together.
He had looks -- brownish blond hair, blue eyes -- but they weren't necessarily the attraction. Not alone, anyway. He also had an unforced charm about him, and she'd liked the openly interested way he'd looked at her, without it turning into lust. He would meet her halfway in bed, she had thought, and not be dominating, or selfish, or stickily adoring and worshipful. In short, he would be a man, all grown up, and ready for fun.
She'd been right.
She would miss him, but she wasn't sorry he was going off to marry someone else, or that she was already married herself. She wasn't going to agonize over thoughts of what might have been.
As a husband, Troy would be too smart for Rachel's own good. He would know her too well and put up with too little. She would have to stay faithful, or lose him. Utmost discretion would not fool him. A terrible quality in a husband.
It might be fun to try to stay faithful, she thought sometimes. But after a while it would get to be burden. For Rachel, monogamy was a myth.
That being the case, having a husband could be difficult, but Rachel had chosen well. Dwight was awfully trusting and in his eyes she could do no wrong -- and did no wrong.
She had chosen well, but it had not been easy. Aside from gullibility, she'd required certain wealth and generosity. Actually working for a living was something Rachel was no more cut out for than monogamy.
Rachel thought of herself as a woman of leisure, which rhymed with pleasure, which went together.
Suddenly wanting more than mere fingers on her pussy, Rachel kicked one leg over and straddled Troy's shoulders with a saucy wriggle of her taut body. She lowered her privates toward his mouth, feeling his hot breath on the damp of her crotch, her nerve endings bristling in anticipation of even sweeter contact.
Arms between her thighs, Troy reached up and around Rachel's hips. His forgers slid over her ass cheeks into the nook under them, then pried apart the fleshy folds of her pussy lips.
Rachel felt herself being spread open back there, with cool air and hot breath on her inner pink flesh. It sent a buzz of horny expectation through her sensualized body, making her heart beat harder and faster. She loved the sensation of rising arousal, spent long hours thinking about it and occasional hours craving it and never quite enough time reveling in it. She was in the middle of it now and couldn't imagine anything sweeter or more intoxicating.
She let the thickness of Troy's prick drop from the wet grasp of her mouth. Her tongue poured out and she licked down the underside of the glistening shaft, continuing onto his balls. She ran her light probe around and between them, alternately thanking Troy for his attention and encouraging more of it.
The caressing wriggle of his tongue against her inner pussy lips sparked a lewd flinch of excitement inside Rachel. It squeezed a fresher, deeper feel of arousal into her system, and she made a purring sound of deepening enjoyment.
Rachel puckered, soft lips around one of Troy's testicles and drew it hid the wet warmth of her mouth. She raised her head and let the ball slip back through the squeezing ring of her lips. Then she went for the other one.
The tip of Troy's tongue went slowly and deliciously up and down the open pink furrow of Rachel's twat. He was probing deeper all the time, the motions of his tongue becoming more focused as he honed in on her thin inner slit.
Brushing against the tiny opening of her tunnel, he added deliberate pressure. The point of his tongue began to twist and he wound his way into her streaming chute. He ground deeper and deeper into her lining.
Rachel shuddered over him. She shifted her weight back against his grinding mouth, fastening herself to him and seeking to take his wily probe deeper into her needing flesh pit.
Her body hungering for even more sensation, she sid her swollen lips up to Troy's cockhead. She spread her mouth around the purple glans and let it slide toward his base, gorging herself on his throbbing rod. She felt herself grow dizzy with excitement.
Troy's hands slid over her firm ass and on up her back, he seeming to marvel at her hot smoothness. Her skin was tanned all over, though not terribly deeply. It was well cared for, even pampered. She was sinewy and supple and strong from regular exercise, not to mention extra-curricular activity.
He slipped his hands underneath and pressed her boobs flat with his broad palms. Her tits were on the small side, but they were in proportion with her spry body, with up-tilted nipples and a perky fullness.
He sank his tongue as far as he could into the depths of her baking cunt, as if starving for every last taste of her funky, feminine flavoring. He stabbed his tongue into her wet lining and scooped a delicious feast out of her delicate pinkness.
He palmed her ass roughly, causing her cheeks to move against his face and her pussy to grind against his open lips. He was losing himself in her, in the raunchy fun of the passing moments, getting carried away by the unabashed sexiness of her.
It was flattering and delightful for Rachel. And he was pretty sexy himself, giving her plenty to get carried away with.
Rachel did not hold back. That she was a married woman with another man did not dampen her enjoyment or her enthusiasm. There came a point when rules and laws lost all meaning and simple nature took over, and all that mattered was reaching that bright light at the end of the tunnel.
Rachel left Troy's prick with a wet slurp and pulled away from his digging tongue and grasping hands. She crawled down astride of him on the bed, tossing herself upright over his hips without turning to face him. She reached down between her thighs and pulled his cock up into line with her pussy, then lowered her eager body.
Her swollen; slick pussy lips spread out on the flare of Troy's cockhead and seemed to guide him into her waiting, slick lining. Rachel pressed down, forcing her-self open to deeper and deeper lengths, taking his prick inside with a wanton hunger.
Rachel lowered until she was sitting on Troy's mid-section as if in a saddle. Her ass twisted and squirmed to find the most comfort in the seat, the insides of her thighs rubbing silkily over Troy's hips and upper legs, his cock tilting and twisting this way and that inside her.
Rachel leaned forward, sliding her hands down Troy's strong thighs to his knees. She groaned low down in her throat and rotated her pussy lips against the surrounding base of his cockshaft, rocked her hips to and fro and wiggled her ass like a restless thoroughbred in the starting gate.
She gathered a slow, deep breath and sent herself into motion, shifting up and away from Troy's loins, angling his rigid rod forward. It was one of his favorite positions and one of her own as well. They couldn't have a final fling without' indulging in it at least a little.
At first Rachel was simply enjoying the relief and pleasure of having him inside her. But this was a fleeting satisfaction, and the rising and falling motions of her body began to show an increasingly obvious sense of purpose. The languorous slides of her pussy took on a more determined flavor, beginning to actively stroke the pulsing length as she rubbed and grated herself over it.
Presently, she planted both feet under her, to either side of Troy's legs. Squatting over him, leaning forward, she started bouncing her ass up and down, swiftly and surely running her pussy over his hard-on.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "I'm starting to like this."
"I know what you mean," he responded. He was letting his hands ride on her bounding ass cheeks as he watched his cock appear and disappear just beyond her widely spread cleft.
His legs squirmed against her pressing hands. She would not let them bend so that he could dig in his heels and drive his cock up into her. This was her show and she was going to run it.
By rocking his pelvis, Troy was able to generate some motion but not much. Not that he needed to for either of their enjoyment. Rachel was taking care of that. Soon he gave up trying and went along for the ride.
Rachel wanted to show him, or remind him, of what he would be missing out on in the days and weeks and months and maybe even years ahead. They had agreed to part as friends, but the devil inside her had to get in two cents worth. Let him lie awake at night remembering how good it had been, and how good it could have gone on being.
Rachel changed her rhythm, suddenly rocking to and fro, going from heel to toe, the motions of her body resembling someone on a hobby horse. The lips of her fiery twat slid up high on Troy's cock, then slithered down to be flattened around his base by the weight of her body as she dug her ass into his midsection. Was Troy moaning in pleasure or discomfort every time she rocked back onto her heels and down on him? It was hard to tell.
Tiring of that approach and getting tantalizingly close to the nitty-gritty, Rachel swept both arms around be-hind her and planted them on Troy's upper arms. Leaning back over him with her pussy now more in a natural angle with his slanted prick, with her knees in the air and wide apart, she resumed her tireless fuck motions.
The round, smooth cheeks of her ass brushed over his hips and lower stomach as she swept to and fro on Troy's cock. With her hands off his legs, he was now free to join in the fucking, and he did. Let him remember fucking her like this and all the other ways. Let him feel tormented by as many pleasures as possible.
Truthfully, it wasn't just the devil talking. She did have one small grudge against Troy. Breaking off their affair was leaving her with the nuisance of searching for a replacement. There may be plenty of possibilities out there, but someone of quality wasn't necessarily easy to find. Landing a suitable lover could be as difficult as getting the right husband.
Monogamous she wasn't, but neither was she promiscuous. That was to say, she rarely took more than one playmate at a time. Not that she wasn't tempted, but life was easier this way, and safer.
Twisting her pelvis as she drove her hips forward and washed her ass back over Troy's lower body, Rachel went all out. She rubbed smoothly and swiftly over Troy's pumping pecker, inflaming his excitement as he inflamed hers.
Rachel's nether region gave a hot shiver as her climax came close to tearing loose inside her exerting body. She was so close. Her tongue ran wild over her lips. She panted with arousal and expectation. She hunched hard with her hips and felt the swift stabs of Troy's avid prick.
With a sudden rumbling rush, Rachel's climax was breaking over her. The surging tides threatened to overwhelm her with their sweeping, torrid sensations of fulfillment. Her head went back, her trembling body and slender neck straining as if to keep her from losing her breath.
Troy's driving cock was now chasing his spurting seed up Rachel's fuck chute and his ardent motions continued as she went soft and lay down on her back on top of him. Finally, accepting that there wasn't a stroke left in his limp dick, his hips gave up and he went slack, exhaling a deep breath by Rachel's right ear. He wrapped his arms around her body and she draped the backs of her legs over the tops of his legs.
"That was good," he said softly. "Maybe the best ever."
"Maybe?" she challenged, half-jokingly.
"Okay," he allowed. "The best."
"It could get better," she pointed out.
"Now, now," he countered, "you've corrupted me enough. Behave yourself."
"You just don't know what's good for you," she teased. "I know what's bad for my impending marriage," he said to that.
"She wouldn't have to find out. If she did you could get her to forgive you. In the meantime...."
"You're terrible."
"I know."
"Doesn't marriage mean anything to you?"
"It means I get to shop when I want," she answered.
"Until he finds out. Or are you counting on being forgiven?"
"Dear Dwight? He'd never even suspect. I'm his angel."
"You sure about that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Never underestimate a husband. Or overestimate one. Ever heard that advice? Maybe you should consider it. I'd hate to see you wind up on your ass in the street."
"I'm flattered you care."
"It's just a parting sentiment," he answered.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm discreet. I'm not reckless."
"That's good. Now all you have to worry about is the joke being on you."
"Meaning?"
"Well, wouldn't it be funny if all the time you've been sneaking around on him, pulling the wool over his eyes, he's been sneaking around on you?"
"Yeah," she answered derisively, "hilarious." Then, getting the picture of Dwight as a wayward playboy, she broke out in raucous laughter.
CHAPTER TWO
"Baby?" Dwight murmured against her ear. "Time to get up."
She felt his arm around her middle, the front of his body snug against her, back, him in pajamas, her in a satin slip. It was a cozy, and pleasant enough way to start the day.
"Did you beat the alarm?" she asked.
"I sure did."
"By how much?"
"Plenty."
Still without opening her eyes, Rachel drew a deep breath and let it out. By now she knew the routine. He didn't have to ask anymore. "All right," she said consensually.
He squirmed behind her. She felt his hips press into the cushions of her ass, the shape of his cock filling out and hardening in her cleft. Nuzzling her neck, he pulled her hem to her hips under the covers, then reached around and down to finger between her thighs.
She had always known her husband to be a morning man. And she had found that by giving in to these early hour urges she made him happy for days on end. They hardly ever did it at night, which proved convenient on occasion. And this wasn't just something that Dwight enjoyed alone. Rachel found rewards in it as well.
Things being as they were, it was easy for Rachel to acquiesce -- sometimes even a pleasure. Since getting past the notion that she was some rare and delicate object in need of gentle handling and worshipful appreciation, Dwight had become a passable bedmate.
Remembering that Troy was now out of her life, Rachel felt a sharper, more urgent sense of need this morning. There was a bigger than usual void inside her.
She kicked a leg up against the covers and draped it back over Dwight's legs, parting her thighs, allowing his fingers to come up and move freely against the swelling folds of her cunt.
Her apparent eagerness fed his. He moaned his approval and his fingertips started to dig in the upper zone of her pussy. Her hips started a slow grind of response, both against his caressing hand the the growing cock behind her.
Seldom was she very active with her husband. At the beginning, all he'd wanted to do was worship her with his eyes and hands and mouth, and fuck her with an awed reverence. Unsure of how he would react to finding his beloved was a slut under the surface, Rachel had played it cool and passive.
He always seemed happy having things that way. He never complained. And as time went on, she had gotten into the habit of letting him take the lead. She didn't go very far out of her way to please him, but she seldom denied him when he wanted to get it on.
It was a nice arrangement. It gave her a satisfied husband and left her with plenty of time and energy for pursuing more intense unions.
Rachel twisted her upper body and head around and sought Dwight's lips with her own. Their mouths met and fused together with a familiar intimacy. She felt the cozy strokes of his hot and knowing tongue and welcomed the close contact.
He extended the tip of his middle finger and ran it up and down the line of her slit. He flicked across her clit in all directions, stirring a deeper and deeper want.
This isn't bad, she thought. This really isn't bad. Certainly a lot better than at the beginning of their relationship. With a bit more work, a bit more loosening up, Dwight could wind up as quite the turn-on.
But why mess with a good thing? The more he got from her the more he would expect, and wouldn't that turn screwing into a chore for her? That was, if he wanted a wild woman for a wife. He had a pretty definite picture in his mind of what and who she was. Contradicting that could be risky.
Rachel's eyes came open to sleepy slits as Dwight pulled his mouth from hers. She found him gazing at her with his usual adoration. She didn't think she'd ever really understand what he saw in her that made him think she was so special. She didn't think she could ever feel completely worthy of the love he felt either. In both instances she had stopped trying.
Looking into his eyes now made what Troy had said about him secretly fooling around even more laughable. Dwight loved her and would always love her, and couldn't possibly do anything that might hurt her.
Her was thirty-two. He was handsome in a non-dazzling sort of way, with soft, dark brown hair, brown eyes that drooped a little at the corners to give him a soulful look. If he was a few pounds overweight, it was evenly spread out and didn't slow him down any. In fact, he could have bulked up and made an even more appealing image.
The tip of his finger had found her inner slit and was slipping in and out in lazy fashion. She felt her pussy membranes and erotic nerve endings and wetness begin to strain toward this slight penetration and his soft teasing strokes.
"Deeper," she whispered. "I know you want to." She knew she wanted him to, that was for sure.
He slid his digit in to the second joint and held it there a moment, letting it become fully bathed in her running lotions. He twirled slowly against her slick, cushiony inner walls and the snug ring of her entrance.
He drew his finger out and stroked inward. Rachel's eyes closed again, her head tilted back, her body squirmed against him, her ass wiggling against the hot steel of his cock. A smile curled her pretty lips.
"I'm ready if you are," she said slyly.
In a fit of boldness, he flexed his cock against her ass cheek. "I'm ready."
"Do you want me naked?"
"Of course."
He sank his finger to its hilt inside her tunnel, pulled out, buried it again, and withdrew. He pushed himself from her, peeling the covers off of them both. He pushed his pajama bottoms off, then rolled up onto his knees and started unbuttoning the top half, his hard-on sticking out from under it.
On her back in front of him, Rachel peeled her nightie up her wriggling body and off slender arms. One fell aside with the garment in its fist, the other falling in a crook above her head. Her knees came up, feet sliding apart on the bed. Her eyes were on Dwight, all over him as he became naked.
All of a sudden she felt an unusual frustration. She had an urge to reach up and pull him down onto the bed and ravage him, out of lust if nothing else. She knew men who would have enjoyed it, but her husband? She doubted it. It wouldn't fit with the image he had of her and it would probably go against his grain. Too bold. Too brazen. Too much of her and not enough of him.
The feeling was unusual in its rarity. It was hard to recall the last time she'd felt it with Dwight. She wished he could be different, or that she could. She chalked her urge up to Troy, or rather to the sudden absence of Troy.
Usually she could let Dwight have his fun without unpleasant consequences, because she had someone like Troy waiting in the wings with whom she could vent her pent-up steam.
Still, it was not total frustration. Rachel's anticipation and expectation were climbing, and both got a boost when she saw Dwight move to position himself between her legs.
She hung her knees wide and tilted her pelvis back, lifting her pussy into a receptive angle with his hardened penis. She slid a hand down between her legs, prying herself open, even daring to lift her ass off the mattress, seeking his cock with her wanting pussy.
He fell over her on straight arms, knees apart, cock aimed at its juicy target. His polished cockhead nudged into Rachel's gaping opening and for a moment held there as Rachel too became still. A strange kind of energy seemed to grow out of the intimate contact, binding them together and compelling them to take it deeper.
Dwight's pecker was drawn into Rachel's cunt as if by magnetic force. She notched her ass cheeks higher, lifting them clear of the mattress as her pussy climbed toward the base of his sinking prick. The innermost curves of her buttocks cushioned his plump balls as they joined together intimately.
Rachel lowered her ass and Dwight went down with her, trying to press even deeper into the clinging con-fines of her inflamed twat. He lowered onto his elbows, blanketing her with the broad and short-haired front of his body. His lips melded with hers and his tongue flowed into her mouth, the tip seeking and finding all sorts of delights.
Rachel's hands slid up onto his shoulders, her arms then wrapping around his back. She kicked her heels up onto his ass cheeks and dug in, holding him snug and deep inside her, She lifted her vibrant tongue against his, fueling the soulful fires of the kiss.
A lot of wives had to make do with less, she knew. And they didn't have husbands who trusted them out of their sight, either. She was genuinely lucky, having it as good as she did. It wasn't perfect, of course, whatever that was, but it was good.
And it was easy to imagine it going on forever, or until she got tired of it, or stumbled into something better. Or was it?
Troy had only been talking, playing a kind of devil's advocate -- his way of stimulating a conversation -- but for some reason his point was staying with her. What if Dwight did find out? Or what if he really, incredibly, did have someone on the side? Just where would that leave Rachel? Could it be that she had been taking too much for granted?
Damn Troy anyway, she thought now. Troublemaker. She was best rid of him and his two-sides-to-everything mind.
The long slow retreat of Dwight's cockhead, with its luscious, scraping caress along her tight-fitting, cushiony walls, swept Troy and unpleasant possibilities from Rachel's mind. Her pussy caved in around his back-sliding glans, but the feeling of a delicious void remained, and her inner membranes tingled with want for more slides of his rigid rod.
His ass cheeks flexed and he dove his cockhead into her depths, shagged it up to her gash and plunged in again and again with a steady rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow, he fucked her.
She breathed against his ear, lightly raking her nails over his back. His head was bowed, face nuzzling against her neck. He moaned softly and enjoyingly.
It was familiar screwing, but not old. A nice fuck was a nice fuck and a woman had to be a little crazy to get tired of that. Rachel relaxed and gave herself over to the slow building of her excitement, letting the tide carry her along.
It would be like this thirty years from now, she thought, if she played her cards right. Her looks wouldn't be what they were now, and she probably wouldn't be able to ignite the interest in other men that she could now, so she would probably be able to appreciate it a lot more than she did now. It would be damned good to have Dwight around, thirty years from now. All she had to do was not blow it.
They were her thoughts, but somehow they came to her in Troy's voice. It annoyed her that he would not leave her mind.
She turned her head and bit softly into Dwight's earlobe, seeking distraction. She sucked on it and flicked her tongue over the ear itself.
"You're hot," he remarked. "Hotter than I can remember."
"I feel it," she said. "You've got me on fire."
"I'm gonna cum iii no time," he said, and she was afraid he meant it. Sometimes he did cum first, which she didn't complain about, but she hoped not today. Please, not today.
"I hope you won't," she said quickly. "I hope you can hold back and take me all the way...."
"I could go down on you for a while," he suggested.
"Yes," she responded breathily, eagerly. "Yes. What a terrific idea."
Dwight pulled his pecker from the plush suction of Rachel's cunt and pushed himself down between her legs. He went in sections, first stopping to nibble at her stiff-peaked boobs. From there he moved to her tummy, where he tickled her navel when he wasn't teasing down toward her pubic bush.
Elbowing the rest of the way down into position, he pulled his arms between Rachel's thighs and planted his elbows well out to either side of his shoulders. His hands went to the backs of her thighs, holding them at a wide angle and pushing them back until her feet lifted off the mattress.
Her cunt was spread under his gaze, the outer portions pumped up from the work-out his cock had given them. The slit was open, showing hot inner pink flesh.
Dwight's first licks were delicate, his tongue brushing over her outer folds and gash with feathery softness. He followed this early teasing with kisses that registered more firmly.
His tongue dipped out again and now stroked up over her pussy with broad washes. Each luscious slide managed to end on or about her clit, with a heavier wiggle or two, or three, to punctuate the silky caress.
Rachel combed fingers into her husband's thick head of hair, gently pulling at it. She lifted her pussy in nudging fashion against his mouth, not wanting to hold still.
He'd never been shy about doing this for her. She was never sure whether he was doing it for her enjoyment or his own, but she wasn't going to knock it for any reason. It was probably what he was best at.
The funny part was, he wasn't that eager to have her reciprocate. When he did feed her his prick, it was never for long. Always thankful for the chance to be active, Rachel had shown eagerness to do it for him and reluctance to stop, but always he would pull away. Maybe he didn't want to see her with cum on her lips. Or maybe he felt he was sparing her something unpleasant. Who knew? She got along without knowing, so she didn't ask.
The motions of his tongue slowed and concentrated more on her clit. Dragging his tongue into her gash, he stroked up as if to guide her clitoris into his mouth. His lips were waiting and closed in with suck and squeeze for whatever part of her clit her could get.
Rachel groaned breathily, her hips rocking to one side, then the other, her pussy twisting against Dwight's mouth. She crooned further enjoyment and felt his tongue begin to explore down her gash and in.
"I had a feeling you were gonna do that," she purred. "Aren't you just the naughtiest thing?"
"Uh-huh," he answered good-humouredly and wriggled his tongue against her inner entrance.
Rachel gasped with sudden excitement and her hips bucked in response. She jammed her pussy against Dwight's mouth and into it as his lips stretched out over her swollen vulva. Bold responses he enjoyed, he showed it by plunging his tongue into her molten lining.
Rachel's groan of pure pleasure sounded from deep inside her and played out slowly. Her head gave a toss or two as lust dizzied her mind.
Dwight's tongue slipped from her with a terrible ease, but quickly and forcefully snaked back into her channel. It twisted around against the padded pressure of her tightness, rolling and basking in the heat and juiciness of her. It pulled out only to plunge again and again into the sopping, hot hole.
Now this was something to surrender to, Rachel thought as she writhed out of control on the bed. Rocking and twisting her hips, she avidly ground herself at Dwight's mouth and tongue.
Teasingly, he wiggled his probe away from her inner slit and busied it against her clit. The dainty surges of delight brought matching oohing sounds to her lips. She was on a high plain of arousal. The slightest touch down there could enrapture her.
Dwight's mouth moved from her pussy entirely then. He flirted the tip up through her spry bush and continued on up her body. Rachel craftily hooked the backs of her lower legs on his shoulders, and he bent her double as he moved up over her.
His cock hung like a mighty lance over her completely vulnerable target. She looked down between their bodies to witness her fate.
His cockhead dipped and entered her. His hips appeared to gather strength and shoved. The long, luscious slide and the broad head hitting bottom inside her rocked Rachel clear through with rich stimulation. Her breath was momentarily choked off in her throat.
Without missing a beat, Dwight was pulling out of her. Pushing in and pulling out, not shy about hitting deep, or hard.
His pace quickened. He rammed her with quick, nitty-gritty strokes, scraped her with long, swift slides, inflamed her flesh and her being with his unabashed fucking.
Rachel's climax rallied and broke big. Stinging excitement throbbed through her damp-skinned body, the flexing, spasming responses seeming to be everywhere inside her.
Dwight and Rachel reached the heights of pleasure and came drifting, tumbling down, sated and spent, exerting bodies and limbs sagging into a limp tangle, simmering juices cooling where they had spilled over, but remaining sticky and hot where they had not.
It had been good. Great, even. Right away Rachel wanted to do it again. But Dwight had work to think of. His first available strength would take him to the shower. And he would now feel well taken care of for days. There was no telling when this moment would repeat itself for them.
Disappointed and frustrated again, Rachel's mind began to wander, wondering who she would find this time to take care of her. And she wondered something else -- something having to do with underestimating her husband. Or overestimating herself.
CHAPTER THREE
"Thanks for coming," Rachel said to the very attractive woman who had just joined her at her table.
"Lunch at one of the most posh restaurants in town?" Patti Ross stated. "I wouldn't have missed it. Even if it is face to face with my boss's wife."
Rachel laughed. "Relax. I'm not going to accuse you of anything."
"That's comfort," Patti smiled.
Dwight's secretary was in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair was clipped short and done in a slightly daring and modern style. Blue-eyed, lightly tanned, even without make-up she was gorgeous.
"Although looking at you I could see how a wife might become ... insecure," Rachel remarked.
"I'm not interested in married men, especially those I work for."
Rachel believed her. But she had never considered Patti much of a threat anyway. She knew Dwight well enough to know that this modern young woman wasn't his type.
"What kind of man are you interested in?" Rachel asked.
"I keep an open mind," Patti answered, somewhat evasively. "Why?"
"Oh, maybe I know someone you'd enjoy meeting."
"Did you invite me here to see if you could fix me up?"
"No," Rachel answered, now calling on her reserves of nerve. "I wanted to ask a favor of you."
"What kind of favor?"
"An unusual one. Can I count on your discretion?"
"Sure. This is starting to sound juicy."
"I want you to keep an eye on my husband for me."
There! It was said. Two weeks of Troy's words eating at her had come to this. She wondered if it would amuse him to know about it.
She had no concrete reason to doubt her husband, but the seed of uncertainty had been planted and had taken root. She was doing this to prove to herself that she had nothing to worry about, to get her peace of mind back.
She hated appearing insecure and sneaky and conniving, but this seemed like the only way. And she was honestly worry she had ever met Troy.
"How do you mean, keep an eye on him?" Patti asked.
"Just make sure that everything is on the level. That a business lunch is really a business lunch, a meeting is a meeting, that he winds up where he says he's going when he leaves the office."
"That he's not cheating on you," Patti concluded.
"Yes," Rachel willed herself to answer.
"You don't think he might be, do you?"
"Not really. But I'd like to be sure. Now, we can consider this a favor, or a business proposition, or anything you like, but I'd very much appreciate getting your cooperation, Patti."
Patti appeared to be considering the proposition and Rachel when the waiter arrived. Rachel took it as a positive sign when Patti accepted a menu, as opposed to walking out.
They ordered and let the subject hang for a moment. Then Patti said, "That's everything? Just make sure he's behaving himself?"
"Anything you think a wife should know," Rachel answered. "That should cover it."
Patti turned a searching stare on Rachel then, showing more than a hint of suspicion.
"What?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know. I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me. What do you expect me to find out?"
"Nothing."
"Maybe you think he's checking up on you. Hired a private eye or something?"
Truthfully, that thought had crossed Rachel's mind. It seemed harder to believe the notion of him having an affair. Yet she responded, "Has he?"
Patti showed a smile, pleased she had guessed right. "Have you been misbehaving?" she half-teased.
"I didn't come here. to be toyed with," Rachel answered, stiffening.
"Hey, it's no skin off my butt," Patti said easily. "I'd be the last one to pass judgment on anybody."
"Do I take it then that you're interested?"
"Maybe. I'd have to sleep on it."
"Very well."
"But I can tell you one thing," Patti said then. "You're asking me to do something dirty."
"I know. It hasn't been easy. I can hardly believe I'm actually doing it."
"My point being," Patti went on. "If I'm going to do something dirty for you, you're going to have to do something dirty for me. Still interested?"
Rachel didn't wait long before answering. "Yes."
When Patti called the next day and told her what the plan was, Rachel thought it was too much. But she didn't say so. She didn't say much of anything.
She wanted to ask what kind of woman Patti thought she was, but knew that would sound kind of trite, and maybe even silly. And she wasn't keen to hear the answer anyway.
"It'd only be a one-time thing," Patti told her. "It'll get you what you want, and if you're not careful, you might enjoy it."
Seconds passed like ages, and somewhere along the line Rachel discovered she was not going to refuse. Something told her she couldn't afford to.
"All right," Rachel said resignedly into the phone. "When do you want to get together?"
Sounding delighted, Patti said she would get back to her. And she did a few days later. It was on for that night. Her place.
Rachel then asked to be put through to her husband. She had a story ready, covering why she wouldn't be home that evening and not for a while afterward. She told him the housekeeper would have his favorite meal waiting, and then left him to go happily back to work.
Rachel didn't have to be away from the house as early as she was leaving, but she didn't want to be home when Dwight came in -- not with all she had on her mind. She didn't want him suspecting anything, and she wanted to be alone, to gather her nerve.
Patti had laid out what she had in mind in simple terms. Rachel knew what to expect. What she didn't know was whether or not she could handle it, or fake it if need be. There would be things about it that she had not done before.
She ate a light meal at an out of the way restaurant, biding her time. She had two glasses of wine and debated on a third. She wondered if it was really necessary to do what she was going to do. Then it was seven o'clock and time to go.
Patti opened her apartment door wearing a snug, black, robe-style dress, high heels and nylons. She looked stunning, especially with her dark blue eyes glimmering with anticipation as they were.
Oh my, Rachel thought in surprise. Maybe she was right. Maybe I will enjoy this.
Rachel entered the apartment. She had on a dress similar to Patti's only it was white and revealing a hint of cleavage and plenty of inner thigh as she walked.
Patti's other guest, the guest of honor, had already arrived. He was sitting in the far corner of the cozily lit living room, looking with interest at the two women.
He was as Patti had described him over the phone -- mid-thirties, with somewhat curly light brown hair, a long face but handsomely chiseled, and large blue eyes. In his suit he looked fit it not on the lean side. Elbows on the arms of the chair, he had his hands laced together near his chin. Rachel hoped he wouldn't remain as haughty as he looked.
Clutching Rachel's hand in a warm grasp, Patti walked her across the plant-crowded living room to stand in front of the dignified gentleman and make introductions. Rachel made the acquaintance of Del Parker.
He didn't get up, or offer to shake hands, but when he said, "Hello, Rachel," it sounded nice. He had a warm voice.
"That's what I like to see," Patti said, "Fast friends."
Rachel smiled, to her own surprise. Slowly, or maybe not so slowly, something was happening to her. This scene had something going for it.
"Why don't you two get better acquainted," Patti suggested then. "There's something I have to tend to." Her hand slipped from Rachel's and she was gone.
Rachel was alone with a strange man she would soon be in bed with, along with Patti. And whereas before she had been feeling wariness, she was now beginning to feel anticipation. She didn't know what that said about her, or maybe she didn't want to know.
Rachel eased to one side and perched herself on the outer edge of the arm of the couch, close by Del. She stretched her long legs out, crossing them at the ankles, the nylon rasping softy in the quiet.
"Patti told me a little about you," she said easily. "I'm not disappointed."
"Neither am I. But there's one thing I'm curious about. How did Patti persuade you to join on this affair?"
"Let's just say it was all too much to resist. I'm a little nervous, though. It's my first time in this sort of affair, as you call it."
"You look very nicely held together," he said to that. "I'm starting to look forward to whatever's going to happen," she said then. "I guess that helps."
Del's eyes shifted suddenly from Rachel to the far side of the living room. Rachel followed his gaze and saw Patti standing over there, hands behind her, one leg bent. Her dress had disappeared. She was clad in scantily cut black bra and panties, with a slinky black garter belt and high-reaching matching stockings.
"How's it going?" Patti asked with glinting eyes.
"I like your friend," Del said to her.
"Good," Patti responded brightly, and came closer, walking with the assurance of a woman who had been through this scene before.
Rachel watched her approach with both curiosity and a kind of respect. Rachel had thought herself pretty bold, but Patti might be able to show her a thing or two.
There was relief for Rachel too. It was good to know Patti was going to take the lead. She trusted the blonde. More than she trusted Del, anyway, although he didn't strike her as being too depraved a guy.
And under it all was a sort of giddy anticipation. Rachel now had a pretty good feeling she was going to enjoy this. She was taking a step or two beyond previous limits, which added a certain edge to her excitement. It was almost like being a virgin.
Instead of going to Del, Patti veered to Rachel. She drew the brunette to her feet, then closer, and then the fronts of their bodies were touching. Holding Rachel's eyes in a daring and inviting gaze, Patti slipped her hands up onto Rachel's boobs.
Squeezing delicately, Patti slowly leaned in for a kiss. Rachel tilted her head, poised her lips in soft welcome, and felt the first press of Patti's mouth.
A flash of wicked stimulation went through Rachel. It was a taste of the forbidden, but she responded as if it were something natural. Feeling wicked was a turn-on.
No surprise there. Rachel liked the feeling of being a little bit of a bad girl, flavoring her niceness with some naughtiness. Sometimes she thought one of the reasons she got married was so that she could have the pleasure of sneaking around. And to be honest, what would happen tonight had struck her as a chance to explore something along lines that she might not get the opportunity to experience again. Bold as she was, she didn't think she could eve; initiate a threesome, or be generous enough to share lover.
Rachel felt surrender tumble down through her, and felt a sudden rise of excitement follow it. Not only was she going to enjoy this, she wanted to, could hardly wait to find out what was going to happen next.
Patti deepened the kiss, flirting into Rachel's mouth with a crafty little tongue. Caressed by the illicitness and simple sexiness of the kiss, of being with Patti, of Del watching, Rachel was compelled to respond. She softly stroked back against the probing of Patti's tongue, their mouths fusing together.
Patti's nimble hands busied themselves with Rachel's dress and shortly began peeling it from her, letting it drop to the floor. Patti had instructed her to dress for play, and Rachel had, her chic undergarments a sparkling white instead of black, nylons included.
It was an outfit that made Rachel feel like a French whore or something equally as lewd and exotic and sexual. And it was a nice way to feel now and then, especially when things needed spicing up. Tonight there was something more appropriate than usual about it and the feeling it gave Rachel. In a way, she wasn't just playing the whore.
Patti had found a house she wanted to buy. Del owned it and wanted to sell. She had some money from an inheritance and some savings, but his price was a little high for her to manage. This was her way of whittling down his price.
The better it worked, the happier Patti would be, and if Rachel needed any extra motivation, that was it. With Patti on her side she could virtually do as she pleased and not have to worry about a thing.
The kiss broke off and Patti looked down at the exposed slopes of Rachel's boobs. She brushed her fingertips up to the brunette's shoulders and down to the barely covered nipples. Then with a deft movement, she opened the front clasp of the bra and bared Rachel's tits.
Rachel surrendered her bra with a rush of excitement and reached for Patti's. She peeled it off as if she had been doing it to women all her life.
Patti's boobs captivated her. They were hand-filling in size, with daintily shaded pulpy nipples extending provocatively from the pouty mounds. The skin of Patti's body and especially her boobs looked incredibly smooth.
Rachel couldn't remember feeling anything more intoxicatingly appealing. Touching and holding Patti's tits brought out all kinds of lewd urges in her. If she'd known she felt this way about women, she would have started chasing skirts a long time ago.
Patti looked to be having oodles of fun herself. She slipped her hands around behind Rachel and pressed their midsections together. Her fingers slipped down under Rachel's panties.
"I'd love to take your panties off next," she said and smiled widely.; "But I think I'll leave that pleasure for Del -- if he doesn't mind."
"He doesn't," Del answered. "In fact, he can hardly wait."
"He'll have to catch us first," Patti teased. Taking Rachel's hand, she started pulling away from Del. As he moved to come out of the chair, Patti turned and scampered off in the direction of the bedroom with Rachel in tow.
There were lamps on in the bedroom. The covers had been rolled to the foot of the wide bed. Patti and Rachel dived onto it together and landed in a heap as Del came through the doorway. He flung his jacket aside and whipped off his tie as he approached the bed.
Patti and Rachel rolled away from each other onto their backs, getting up on their elbows to see what Del was up to. He had lost much of his reserve.
"I hope you gals have had your supper," he murmured, continuing to get out of his clothes. "I intend to put you through your paces."
"Anything you say, big boy," Patti answered. "It's your show."
"I'll go along with that," Rachel found herself saying as she ogled his body. Her eyes focused sharply as he opened his pants and pushed them down with his underwear.
Under a patch of almost blonde pubic hair, his thickening cock reached out from his groin. At the moment the tip was curved downward, but as the already sizable shaft continued to fill out, his cockhead turned in a more virile direction.
Rachel licked her lips in appreciation as much as anticipation. She didn't know what he did in his off hours but he had a build for screwing. He looked like he could dish out a lot in one session.
Well, she was ready. For anything!
CHAPTER FOUR
Naked, Del moved closer to the side of the bed. Taking in the view before him, he rubbed a hand over his flat, lightly haired pelvis and belly. His cock filled out and hardened, wagging a little after he had moved.
"Better take these off," he said, bending to remove their high heels from them. "Wouldn't want anyone to get poked in the eye."
"I love a considerate fuck," Patti said.
Del moved onto the bed on his knees, placing himself between Patti's and Rachel's knees. He slinked a hand between each set of gams and flirted upward, crossing back and forth between nyloned and bare flesh, then lingering on the nude part.
His eyes went from one woman to the other and back again, looking here, there, everywhere, enjoying it all. His purple-tipped cock was taking on a reddish tint of excitement.
Rachel squirmed, as did Patti. They were both itching for him to rip off their panties and do something really interesting with those soft, smooth fingers.
He obliged, finally, at his own pace, in his own way. Rather than have to choose who he did first, he did both at the same time. First his hands came up over their pelvises and took firm hold of the front of their bikini undies. He pulled down until the panties wouldn't give anymore.
He reached between their thighs and underneath their hot asses, which they eagerly lifted off the bed for him. Grabbing the backs of their panties, he pulled again, and this time was able to peel each garment down and off their long, tapered, nyloned legs.
Indulging himself and enjoying it to the fullest, Del moved farther up between Rachel and Patti and settled his ass on his heels. His hands moved back up between their thighs and turned to place his fingers against the soft folds of their twats.
Patti swept her outside leg across the mattress and opened herself to Del's caressing fingers. On his left, Rachel moved her legs apart, and she too welcomed the touches of his busy hand.
"One for each hand," he murmured. "Just right."
"Feels good," Patti purred.
For somebody who wanted to put them through their paces, Del was starting out strangely, Rachel thought. Unless he was just taking a moment to get their engines revved up, the clever devil. Undoubtedly, he was looking forward to a show of enthusiasm, but it was nice of him to try to help out.
Del curled the middle finger of each hand and tickled into the heating slits of Patti and Rachel. He toyed with the firming buds of their clits, rolling and shifting the knots of erotic nerve endings every which way.
Rachel lay down flat on the bed, arms stretching way over her head. She undulated on the tip of his finger, her sexily clad hips rotating and her pelvis rocking in a languorous mood.
Patti lay down too, sliding her upper body toward Rachel. Remembering their first kiss, Rachel squirmed closer to Patti. They twisted toward each other from the waist up. Their hands met and clasped over their heads and their mouths joined in an easy smooch. Feeling playful, they opened their mouths and let their tongues duel and flirt out in the open.
Right after that, Del's fingertips slid down from their clits and delved into their moistening linings. Entering a short way, he twirled the tip of each digit and flexed them up and down with quick motions, in a way imitating the ley motions of their tongue-play. It was delicious fun for all.
Del's fingers probed deeper, stroking in and out as they went, gently drilling and driving into Patti's and Rachel's increasingly inflamed depths. But as they started to squirm more, he used swifter strokes, and sometimes just whipped his fingers in and out.
Then he stopped, trailing his hands down between their thighs. "Okay, cuties, that's enough," he said. "You look like you're having too much fun. Let's see what you can do for your Uncle Del."
Patti was first to respond. She got an elbow under her and pushed herself across the bed. Del erected himself on his knees and she stopped within easy reach of his boldly out-reaching pecker.
Rachel wasn't far behind Patti in making her move. She had already swung herself around to face Del head-on. Stomach down but propped up on her elbows, she crawled forward until her left shoulder touched Patti's right shoulder and both of them were looking down the barrel of Del's hard-on.
Inching closer, they went one to either side of the meaty barrel. Rachel brushed down her side with a smooth, warm cheek. Patti parted her lips against the ridge and slinked her tongue out against it and slid all the way to his wiry-haired base.
Of the same mind, Patti and Rachel smooched under and onto Del's balls. Their nimble tongues snaked out to brush over and wiggle against his sensitive sac. Ducking farther down, heads tilting back, they each scooped a hot, fat testicle into their mouths and bathed them in wet warmth.
Patti led the way back up and out to the broad tip of Del's cockshaft, getting to it first and spreading her lips out on the flared glans. Her mouth slipped over his ridge and continued onto the shaft, jaws wide, cheeks stretched and pulling inward, lips forming an oval and clinging to his throbbing meat.
It offered a view that fired Rachel's imagination, and when she witnessed Patti twisting her head to grin Del's cockhead into her throat, it set off bombs of excitement inside the sexy brunette. Watching Patti slide back out on the cock, Rachel smooched and licked at her side of the rigid rod.
As moments passed, Patti concentrated on the outer reaches of Del's pecker. Toward the base, Rachel used her lips and tongue against the hard-packed flesh. She slipped one slender hand up between Del's thighs and tickled his balls with feathery fingertips.
Presently, Patti and Rachel switched places and Rachel was able to slide her mouth onto the pulsing pecker. Eager to show what she could do, she bobbed her head to and fro, gorging on and spewing out his meat with a lewd, uninhibited quickness. She twisted her head from side to side as she ran her mouth over his length, smoothly grinding on his sensitive outer skin.
"Show off," Patti murmured good-humouredly. "I can do that."
Rachel took her mouth from Del's dick and let the blond babe have another go, and saw that, indeed, Patti had been holding back her first time around. Patti fairly threw herself at the thick length, scraping and sucking and pumping Del's organ with avid devotion.
"You do it great, too," Rachel said. "Let me try to catch up."
Patti relinquished her hold on his dick and, as Rachel resumed her smooth, swift-paced sucking, she fluttered her tongue down the shaft and underneath again to his balls. This time she took both of them into her mouth and sucked and squeezed until a mere mortal man would have gone out of his mind.
"This is quite a warm-up you've got going here, ladies," Del observed. "Any minute now I'm liable to get horny."
"Listen to this big-talker," Rachel murmured to Patti. "You think he means it?"
"We'll quiet him down," Patti was sure. "Eventually."
"The harder you work the quicker it'll happen," Del encouraged.
"He knows which buttons to push, doesn't he," Rachel said to that.
"So do we," Patti answered. "Keep working."
Patti raised her free hand to Del's cockshaft and wrapped her fist loosely about it. She swept up to the ridge with this smooth-stroking grip and rushed back to the base, and continued jacking him off.
Rachel fit her mouth on the outermost part of his organ. Sucking on the head, she buffed the tip with her velvety tongue. She slid her probe under his glans and wriggled it against him.
Presently, Patti pulled the pecker from Rachel's mouth and took it into her own. She surged down on it and pulled back with a fantastic suction, making Del shove his dick into her mouth and pull out against her avid sucking.
Rachel took this opportunity to switch to a new position. She rolled over onto her back and wriggled her head in under Del. She shouldered his knees apart and his balls and crotch lowered to her face.
Her tongue snaked out and flicked freely at his balls, the insides of his upper thighs, the under-curves of his smooth asscheeks and the line of his lower ass crack. She tickled and tantalized him all over down there, enjoying it in her way almost as much as he was in his. She did like to be active, after all, and with Del she had a feeling she could do anything.
As Rachel began her first flirtations with Del's under-side, Patti sought and found a new position as well. She pushed herself back across the bed, swung around and, straddling Rachel on all fours, lowered until the front of their bodies touched.
Patti opened her mouth around Del's penis and slid her warm, velvet oval onto the shaft. As she rocked forward, the hot, hardened points of her boobs brushed up against Rachel's tit peaks. And farther down, her pussy mound slid up onto Rachel's.
Rachel writhed against the hot, silky body that was moving seductively against her, starting to feel deliciously turned on. She bared her teeth, but her actions were gentle enough as she nipped at the loose flesh of Del's sac and scraped her straight edges over the sensitive skin of his crotch and thighs and ass cheeks. His buttocks she especially enjoyed sinking her teeth into, biting deep into the meaty, masculine juts of muscle.
"Damn, ladies," Del enthused. "When you go to work you really go to work."
Without seeing each other, Patti and Rachel shared a grin. It sounded like they were accomplishing what they had set out to do, and it seemed to add to their own enjoyment of the illicit endeavor.
Patti continued bearing down on Del's hard-on with her sucking mouth and Rachel snatched his nuts into her mouth. She sucked softly, pulling down on them to squeeze them in the bottom of the sac. Out front, Patti scraped over his topside with the smooth edges of her teeth, holding her extended tongue firmly against his underside.
They were having wicked fun, the two of them, showing their hottest stuff, turning him on, squirming against one another, indulging in their basest urges. It was a chance to really let their hair down and cut loose, to assert themselves boldly and without restraint as the wanton females they were deep down.
Rachel sucked Del's balls and tilted her head back. Her tongue lifted out of her mouth and she wriggled the tip into the bottom of his ass crack. She connected with his asshole with an erotic, almost electric shock, evidenced by the jerk Del's body gave above her.
"Wow," he breathed through clenched teeth.
Delighting in the effect she was having, Rachel continued stabbing and twisting her firmed probe against his asshole. She sparked further jerking, twitching motions, loving the view of his butt flicking this way and that over her face.
It was hitting Del too close to home, however, and he pulled away from the lewd, lascivious contact. He backed up on his knees, taking his cock from Patti's hungering mouth and dragging his balls over Rachel's face. He stopped with them nesting in her hair, the boom of his pecker directly above her face.
She didn't think he was playing altogether fair, pulling away just when they-were starting to really get to him. But it was his show, she realized, and he had promised to put them through their paces. He couldn't go on resisting forever, though, she then told herself. It would be only a matter of time before he would be panting for more, and more!
Patti moved ahead and settled herself more fully and evenly on top of Rachel. She kept her head up, moving over Del's erection. With bright, shiny eyes she looked down past it into Rachel's eyes. They seemed to be saying that they ought to be ashamed of themselves, but neither of them were.
If they'd been younger they would have giggled. As it was, they silently slid their tongues out onto Del's shaft and started licking. And they continued licking, starting at his cockhead and working toward the base, with long slides and short ones, heavy ones and light ones. Coming to the base, they licked out in all directions, through his pubic bush, onto his hips and thighs, over his balls.
Again Del drew himself away from their sensational mouths. "Variety," he said simply. "I want some pussy."
Patti pushed herself up onto hands and knees over Rachel, watching Del stretch out on his back along the edge of the bed. His hard, glistening cockshaft slanted back over his belly at a raised angle.
"I'll oblige," Patti said. She moved off of Rachel and the brunette woman sat up, turning around to face Del.
He moved toward the middle of the bed, propping his head up on a couple of pillows. Patti crawled over and astride him, erecting herself over his midsection. He tilted his pecker up for her and, working her hips, she took his glans into her hot, wet nook.
Rachel watched from the side as Patti worked herself down onto Del's erection, seeing the shivers and twists of the woman's body as the cock worked its erotic magic on her.
Up on her knees, Rachel moved closer alongside the couple, wondering how she could best contribute to the scene.
"Do you have anything against having your pussy licked?" Del asked.
"Not a thing."
"Do you have anything against a woman doing it?"
"I don't know," she smiled. "I'll have to try it first."
"Go ahead," he said to that. "I can wait."
On shaky legs caused by excitement, Rachel stood on the bed. With Patti's hands on her hips to guide her, she straddled Del's waist. Facing Patti, she moved closer to the blonde and lifted her right thigh onto Patti's left shoulder.
Reaching between Rachel's legs, Patti clutched and held Rachel's ass cheeks, in both a gesture of lust and to help the brunette keep her balance.
Sitting low on Del's erection, the stiff meat pulsing inside her, Patti snaked her tongue out and stroked it up over Rachel's pubic mound. Bit by bit, she worked her way underneath, the between the tanned thighs, and started digging into the folds of Rachel's pussy.
Rachel had never felt anything quite like Patti's tongue on her pussy. Maybe it was just the knowledge that a woman was licking her that clouded her vision, but the feel of it did strike her as provocatively different, and exciting.
Rachel tilted her pelvis back and her pussy out, generously feeding her privates to Patti's bold tongue. She felt and heard wet kisses down there, interrupted by luscious licks that thrilled her to the core.
"I like it," she delighted in a giddy tone, her head lolling back on her slender neck. "Boy, do I like it!" Her fingers combined into and pulled at the soft spikes of Patti's hair.
"Try it at a different angle," Del spoke up. "Turn around and bend over."
"He's got a dirty mind," Rachel said to no one in particular. "But I think I like it too."
She pulled herself away from Patti's mouth, turned around, re-straddling Del in the process. With her feet planted to the outside of Patti's bent legs, Rachel bowed over Del with a straight back. She reached for the low headboard of the bed and came to rest on it on straight arms, enabling her to curve her body and expose her pussy from between her thighs for Patti's benefit.
Patti's tongue was immediately flashing over her pussy folds and her ass cheeks and upper portions of the back of her thighs. From below, Del's hands came up to hold and fondle her boobs, her thumbs rubbing and flicking over her stiffened nipples.
"Suddenly I seem to be the center of attention," Rachel observed.
"From time to time I like to see a woman turn on," Del said. "Enjoy it while it lasts."
"Are you gonna let me cum?"
I might, if Patti can do it for you before I get bored."
"How's your attention span?"
"Unpredictable."
"I wonder if I should get my hopes up," Rachel said to that. "I feel pretty close."
Patti must have been listening, for automatically her wily probe was launched into an all out effort on Rachel's pussy. She stabbed repeatedly at the firmness of the brunette's clit, and bunched her lips around it for swift, effective sucks.
Rachel sounded a dainty cry of delight and went into an uncontrolled wiggle against Patti's mouth and face. It was a response that brought out even more enthusiasm in the fresh-faced blonde, and the next thing Rachel knew, that witched tongue was plunging into her tunnel.
Rachel squealed deeper pleasure, and this time had full control as she ground her pussy back at Patti's pressing mouth, pressing the smooth cheeks of her ass against the hot cheeks of Patti's face at the same time. She felt Patti's hot breath in her spread cleft and that only added to the pleasures of the passing moments.
Del apparently liked what he was seeing. His fingers squeezed harder into her boobs and his thumbs dug deeper into the pulpy flesh of her nipples.
Patti's fingers clutched and pulled at the cheeks of Rachel's ass, and the horny brunette started to feel all stretched and being torn apart, both inside and out. The sharp pulls of her need tormented her to no end.
Rachel gasped for breath as her excitement built and built inside her. Swiftly and surely she was being consumed by it.
On Patti's swirling, stroking tongue and two pairs of caressing hands, her arousal soared. Her climax gathered and fed on its own energy and built into its usual terrific force. And not a moment too soon it surged, sweeping through Rachel in wave upon wave of completion, wracking her body with force, shaking her to her knees in total joy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rachel's knees buckled and she fell astride of Del in front of Patti. Still crooning her simmering pleasure, she lowered her tits onto Del's face, his hands puffing the orbs to his cheeks and mouth. But before too long he was pushing her up and away from his face.
"I wanna know what I missed," he said to her. "Slide your pussy up here onto my tongue."
It sounded good to Rachel. She fairly scrambled up astride Del's head and shoulders and wiggled her spread pussy into position against his mouth. She kept the pressure light, giving his tongue freedom to move, explore, taste, and enjoy.
From behind Rachel came a low moan that could only come from one thing -- the pleasure of riding a hard cock. Patti was in motion, and soon had Del moving under them both, his hips rising and falling against Patti's actions.
Clutching the headboard, Rachel held herself over Del's licking tongue. Sexually sated, she nevertheless enjoyed the contact and could feel herself begin to yearn for renewed enjoyment.
Patti was having the real fun. Her loud breathing and the motions of the bed told of her enthusiastic exertions, and her increasingly frequent moans of pleasure told the rest.
She was taking full advantage of Del's rigid length, lurching all the way up to his flared crown and driving down hard, almost slapping the cheeks of her ass onto Del's hips. Leaning forward, hands on his chest, her pace was quick and urgent.
Patti bounded on to her heart's and pussy's content, though it did not come as quickly or simply as that. She seemed to be at it forever. At it and at it, up and down, up and down, moving on that cock, grinding and scraping on it, going slowly out of her mind on it.
Del became rather still, despite the wild ride she was giving him. He seemed to have forgotten about her, having Rachel's sopping cooze to feast on. But that was all to Patti's benefit. She could steal all the fun she wanted.
His cockshaft was unyielding. It was a steel toy, just for her, and the more she played with it the more fun she had. It was getting to her mind now, taking her into a lushly erotic trance, focusing her entirely on breaking open the pent-up desires deep inside her.
Huffing, puffing, gasping with passionate exertion, whimpering from the carnal torment of her body, she twisted and turned and rose and fell and made it hap-pen.
Intense sensation bolted into her wildly running system. Her thighs and pussy and guts seemed to throb in response, as if her pulse beat had been magnified ten or a hundred or a thousand times, wrenching the ultimate in pleasure through her climaxing body.
The fiercest moments passed, leaving her shivering and shaking in descending aftermath, her strained voice softly sighing and cooing with gentler delights. The here and now slowly returned, and her eyes opened to the view of Rachel's twisting, writhing back, and the wide, twitching ass above Del's chin.
Patti bowed forward and kissed Rachel's dimples, the sudden contact giving the brunette a jolt of pleasant surprise. Rachel then laughed throatily, as if tickled by the wriggling tip of Patti's tongue as she flirted with the widened cleft of her ass.
Del took his tongue from Rachel's cooze and with his hands under her ass lifted her from his mouth. She went all the way up onto straight legs, though remained bent over at the waist.
"Now you," he said to Patti, and started drawing her up between Rachel's legs to take the brunette's place on his mouth. Rachel didn't have to be told where she now belonged.
Rachel backed up and sank once more onto his knees astride of Del's body. She took his greased fuck pole in hand and lifted the tip a notch or two to the wet gash of her cunt.
Sliding onto him, feeling the burn of his flesh inside her own, the slick ease of their joining and the way he filled her up with his throbbing energy simply snapped Rachel's desires and urges and enjoyment wide awake again. The low moan that came from her throat was almost a growl of animal passion.
Patti, meanwhile, was turning around to face Rachel as she fed her pussy to Del's greedy mouth. She crouched over him with her ass low and her head high, face flushed and eyes shining bright.
She looked scrumptious and delicious, and Rachel had to lean forward for a kiss. Patti's mouth yielded welcomingly, even hungrily, and the two women shared a lasting soulful smooch as Del's tongue began to grind at Patti's twat and Rachel started to lift and lower on his cock.
The kiss broke off and then formed again, the two women feeling erotically drawn to each other. They might have been having more fun than by rights they should have, but there was no stopping it. Unable to fight it, they gave themselves over to it completely.
Riding Del without stop, Rachel brought him to a terrific climax. Unable to deny himself, he writhed out of control under both women and went into urgent bucking actions as he shot his wad.
Forgetting about her own wants, Rachel did plenty of bucking of her own, drawing it out of him. His seed flooded her chute, flowed back along his pumping, shooting shaft, and out to slither down over his balls.
Del going slack under Patti and Rachel was not the end of the evening's pleasures, not was it even the beginning of the end. It was simply the end of the beginning.
From the bedroom they moved to the bathroom. They ran a tub of hot water and piled in, and for the next half-hour or so, they splashed and played about and scrubbed one another.
Toweled off, refreshed, naked, they wound their way to the living room. Drinks in hand, they congregated on the deep, roomy couch. Del lay back against one arm of it with Rachel snug on the inside, and Patti in the outside with her upper leg hooked over his legs as added insurance against rolling off.
Gradually, all by itself, Del's cock grew to full rigidity again. Patti and Rachel playfully pretended not to notice, but they did. Finally they let on, Patti still taking the lead.
"I wonder how many different ways there are for a threesome to do it on a couch," she said, eyes drifting down Del's body, letting the fingertips of her free hand trace the slanted line of his hard-on.
"I'm thinking about one," Del answered.
"Oh?"
"I'm picturing you two on your knees on the edge of the seat, bent forward, and little old me taking turns behind you."
"Not so little," Rachel remarked.
"Not so old," Patti added.
"I'll bet you'd have no trouble at all making that scene work," Rachel said then.
She was right. He didn't.
Next afternoon, lying on a lounge seat by the country club pool, there was a faint smile on Rachel's lips as she remembered the rest of her thoroughly enjoyable evening with Patti and Del. They'd each come up with an idea of how to use that couch to their erotic benefit. It had been some kind of good time, she concluded with a sigh.
She heard the splashy sound of someone pulling themselves out of the pool and knew it was her friend, Barbara. She was the only one who had gone into the pool in the last five minutes. It was a sparsely crowded afternoon at the club.
Rachel had known it would be. That's why she had come. Hanging around the house with the maid was no fun, but she didn't want to be in a crowd either. And so soon after last night, a fuck was out of the question. Running into Barbara in the changing room had been unexpected, but a happy accident nevertheless. Barbara had a knack for providing company without making a lot of demands.
She was Rachel's age, with light brown, almost blonde hair. Coming from the pool, she hand-combed it straight back on her gorgeous head. Green-eyes, delicate-boned, with the smoothest skin and whitest teeth, she really should have tried for a career in modeling. With her sleek chassis and ample endowments, she could have started as a center-fold for the classiest of magazines. She had on a French-cut white bikini that would have set off a tingle in the crotch of any man. She certainly had the lifeguard's attention.
But Barbara had wanted what she had thought would be a simpler life in marriage. That had ended, though, and now she was trying a life of living on generous and remarkably prompt alimony payments, with occasional fund-raising activities to keep her busy.
"Where were you last night?" Barbara asked conversationally, picking up a towel to run over her hair. "I called, Dwight said you were out."
"I was out," Rachel said simply.
Barbara responded with a tsk. "Honestly, you're so secretive sometimes I think you're having affairs."
"Would that be so bad?" Rachel asked.
"Well it wouldn't be the nicest surprise in the world," Barbara answered. A more serious look crossed Barbara's usually untroubled, flawless features and she sat down on the neighboring lounge, facing Rachel. "You're not, are you?"
"Why the sudden interest?"
"It's curiosity, and it's not so sudden, I think I've always wondered about you and Dwight."
"Oh?"
"He never seemed quite your type."
"How does he seem?" Rachel asked, not very interested.
"Available, well off, vulnerable. Ripe for picking."
"Are you insinuating something?" Rachel said to that, a little more interested.
"I'm asking," Barbara said, "do you care for Dwight, or did you just score a nice arrangement for yourself with him?"
"Goodness gracious, we're being direct today."
"One of us is."
Rachel turned her head to face Barbara. "Why?"
"Something tells me you are, or have been cheating on Dwight," Barbara answered, "and I don't like it."
"Something tells you!" Rachel said to that. "Is that your evidence? Don't you think you're getting worked up over nothing? If it's any of your business to begin with."
"You're right, it is none of my business, really. But I've been cheated on by someone I was married to, and if you're doing something that dirty to a nice guy like Dwight, I'm going to tell you how rotten I think it is."
"Fine. Do that, when you've got reason to. Meanwhile, find something else to think about."
"Will you answer one question?"
"What?"
"Do you love Dwight? Or even care for him?"
"Why don't you take a survey?" Rachel suggested. "I'll bet you anything that Dwight is the happiest husband in this club."
Barbara looked at Rachel for a few long seconds, then stood. "That wasn't the question," she said, and walked away.
"Barbara?" Rachel called after her, uncertain, not knowing just what Barbara meant by her action.
Barbara kept going. Her stride was not quick or angry, but slower, somewhat resigned. Or was it an indication of disgust?
Rachel's head dropped back against the lounge and she muttered a curse under her breath. She knew she could have handled the situation better. But it had come up on her so sudden, and she had been so unprepared, and coming from Barbara, of all people.
What was going to happen now? What would Barbara do next? Anything? Probably nothing -- because it was none of her business what went on in Rachel's marriage. And what could she do anyway? Blow the whistle? They had been friends a long time, and would she want to cause Dwight all the hurt? Unlikely.
Rachel relaxed. It didn't seem that very much was going to happen at all, except that Barbara was going to cool toward her for the next while.
Well, let her, Rachel thought. Nosy, judgmental, who needed that kind of friendship anyway.
The more Rachel thought about it, the more she resented Barbara butting in like she had. It had taken some nerve -- and the things she had said. The bitch!
Rachel sat fuming for the next few minutes, plotting various revenges against Barbara for acting like she had, ways to bring Miss High and Mighty back down to earth. But nothing seemed viable, and she had to let it go.
A new idea was taking over then anyway. For a moment there with Barbara, she had felt flashes of guilt, remorse and shame. Just flashes, but enough to leave her in a kind of funk. She wasn't about to go crawling to Dwight for a faresh start because of it tough. Her real urge was to reassert herself.
Damn it, she saw to it that her husband went off to work in the morning with a smile on his face. There was nothing wrong with her taking care of herself when he was away, or unable or unwilling to do it for her. She had nothing to be ashamed of and she would prove it. Barbara could sit and watch and blow as many fuses as she wanted. Fuck Barbara. To hell with Barbara.
Her eyes settled on the lifeguard, half a pool-length away. His tan skin glistened in the afternoon sun, muscled thighs resting tantalizingly apart, his blue trunks always seeming provocatively swollen. He was cute. His brown hair was curly, a little long, always tousled under his red sun visor. He was courteous, pleasant, but there was something distant about him, something hinting at secrets he would never tell.
He was nineteen. Too young for most of the wives at the club, but not too young for Rachel. For today anyway, and for the next little while.
Del faded into a memory as Rachel considered the lifeguard, whose name she believed was Sean. The sooner she had him, the better.
Rachel got up, slipped into her sandals, and started a stroll around to Sean's end of the pool. His raised chair was set right at the edge of the walkway, but he didn't miss noticing her approach him from the side, if not a little bit from behind.
"It is Sean, isn't it?" sloe began, looking up at him with the sun at her back.
"Yes."
"Well, Sean, I think you might want to consider wearing sunglasses."
"What's that?"
"So you can ogle all the flesh you want and not get caught at it."
"Meaning?"
"I saw you looking at my friend a few minutes ago," she replied simply, giving him a test.
He passed. He didn't blush, or look away, or become tongue-tied. He didn't deny it either.
"I was hoping she'd notice," he confided.
"Why's that?"
"She's one of the few women around her who's avail-able."
"What about all those nubile nymphettes who gather here on the weekend, when college is out?"
"I'm not old enough to appreciate coeds, or young enough. Guess I'm at an awkward age."
She liked that answer. She felt encouraged. "Then tell me something, Sean," she said, shifting closer to his chair, "won't I do?"
"You're married," he reminded.
"So?"
He appeared to consider her in musing fashion. "So," he answered finally, "if it doesn't bother you, I guess it doesn't both me."
"What time do you finish here, Sean?"
"Three."
"Got a car?"
"I walk a few blocks, then take the bus."
"Bet I could improve on that," she murmured.
"You're on," he replied.
CHAPTER SIX
She picked him up at the bus stop and took him to a cool, quiet bar for a drink. She found out he was a student of communications. She told him a few small lies about herself.
She told him she was interested in having some fun with him, maybe for a while, maybe just for today, and that was no lie. And she said that she'd never heard a bad thing about him at the club. "By that, I mean negative."
"I'm onto a good thing," he responded. "I'd be an idiot to do or say anything to end it."
"Thank you, Sean. I was counting on your sense of discretion. Where do you live?"
He had a one-room apartment a ten-minute drive away, near his college campus. A good part of it was taken up by a bed that folded out of a couch. Rachel wondered if he ever bothered folding it back in. The bed was unmade, but otherwise the place was neat.
Rachel and Sean had both changed before leaving the club. She had on a pair of heels, slacks, and a white blouse that allowed hints of the shapes of her nipples. Sean had on sneakers, shorts and a pullover. A bag he had brought with him he now chucked into a closet. With the door locked, he eased up behind Rachel, a little to one side, and placed his hand in the small of her back. She was standing near one corner of the foot of the bed, just sort of looking at it.
"Second thoughts?" he asked.
"Wondering where to start," she answered.
He eased up closer behind her, pressing the lump of his snugly packaged pecker into her near ass cheek. He nuzzled her hair and whispered against her ear. "Why don't we just get out of these clothes, into bed, and do it. For like an hour."
Rachel laughed softly, her head tilting back. "Then what?"
"Then, once we're warmed up, we can have our fun." She laughed again, and turned to face him. "That sounds like a successful line."
"Does it?"
"Works for me," she said, and plastered her mouth to his. It was not a hard kiss, but it was not bashful either. It claimed him for her very own while offering up herself in provocative surrender.
She slid her hands past his hips and down to cup the muscle-filled juts of his rump. She rubbed over his cheeks and dug parted fingers into the firm shapes.
Sean responded to her kiss with an unabashedly probing tongue. When her tongue lifted to seek his, he stroked in firmly against it, then seemed tot ake hold with a coiled grasp, claiming her in reply.
His hands found their way to the cushiony crescents of Rachel's buttocks and wasn't anymore hesitant about digging in than she was. He also pulled her forward, against his cock.
Making the smooch play on, Rachel slid her open hands up Sean's back. She felt muscle there too, and the firmness that seemed to go all over. Physically, he was the strongest male she could immediately recall encountering.
Rachel wondered if he was as potentially dominating in other ways, beyond the physical, and the thought gave her an odd quiver of excitement. Submitting to Sean wouldn't be like submitting to her husband or to Del. With them she required it of herself, playing passive or dishing out pleasure to get what she wanted. With Sean it would be simple surrender to an irresistible force.
She could have sworn that she preferred being at the controls, either running the show herself, or getting enough out of it to play the passive or submissive role. But for a guy to just have his way with her, that would be something new.
Only it wasn't the newness of it that excited her. It felt more like something she had been waiting for. Could it be that she had a secret wish to be overwhelmed by a man? To be taken in hand and made to behave as he wished? To be tamed for her wild ways?
The kiss finally breaking off, Rachel moved her lips to Sean's ear and murmured, "I'll show you what I've got, then you show me what you've got. Okay?"
"The sooner the better," he answered, sounding like he meant it. And it made her wonder what he would do if she suddenly told him she had changed her mind. Just as a little test, mind you.
She shied away from trying it. He might behave like a gentleman and jump into a cold shower as she left.
Rachel pushed herself from Sean, slipping her shoes off. She unfastened her loose-fitting slacks and let them drop in a cloth puddle about her ankles. Stepping out of them, she was already unbuttoning her blouse. She let it fall behind her.
Braless, she hooked thumbs in her black bikini panties and pushed them from her hips. She sat on the edge of the bed and worked the flimsy undergarment along her thighs, past her knees, lifting her feet one after the other to get free of it.
Naked, she slid her feet forward on the carpet, her long, tapered legs straightening out. She leaned back on straight arms, running her gaze up the front of his casually dressed body, simmering in her own nakedness and in the prospect of going all the way with this prize specimen of virile young manhood.
His jersey was off with what seemed like the flick of an arm. He toed his sneakers off, loosening his shorts and letting them drop like Rachel had. Underneath he was wearing his almost immodestly brief swimsuit. Its bulge was bigger than she remembered it being.
"Available or not, I have looked at you, Mrs. Dunn," he murmured. "Sometimes I almost forgot myself and did something like this...." His right hand slid across his belly, moving downward. His fingers went under his trunks, and he groped himself in front of her.
Rachel's tongue slipped over her lips. Her eyes sharply focused on Sean's crotch, watching the slow up and down motions of his rubbing hand.
"You're looking at a hundred and forty-five pounds of horny frustration, Mrs. Dunn," he went on.
She almost told him to start calling her Rachel, but then suppose he used her first name at the club. Be-sides, she kind of got a kick out of feeling like a dirty old lady. Also, she almost offered to do something about his frustration, but instead asked, "What're you going to do about it, Sean?"
He stepped closer, standing taller over her. "Everything I can," he answered, and pushed the front of his swimsuit down under his balls. His swelling cock came out and up in his hand and, fingers curling about the shaft, he worked his fist to and fro slowly.
"Take off my suit, will you?" he asked.
Rachel responded enthusiastically, sitting up and leaning forward slightly as she reached for his trunks. The distracted her from his cock for an instant, and it was in that instant when Sean's hips went forward and his cock moved against her lips and slipped into her mouth.
Rachel smiled around the rubbery shaft, holding her lips against it. It had been a while since anyone had taken her by surprise. She liked it. And she liked the further potential it showed in young Sean. To surprise her, to please her, and maybe to even give her something of what she suspected she really wanted.
Rachel let her mouth slide farther onto Sean's still growing penis and worked his snug suit down his strong, hairy legs. She took his pliant cockhead into the hollow of her throat, grinding her lips on the very base of the shaft, burying her nose in his pubic bush.
She drew away with sensational suction, pulling her clinging lips and scraping tongue out to the flared tip of his organ. Her body rocked forward and back again, and continued to do so.
His cock filled out to a lasting hardness. Every succulent slide away from Sean's groin revealed a thicker, sturdier length of prick.
Rachel's mouth, as was usually the case, seemed to have an elastic quality. However big Sean's cock grew, she had room waiting for it beyond her lips in the tight wet warmth of her oral grasp. However big he got, she made herself a match for it.
She groaned appreciatively, pulling her mouth out and off of his now slippery hard-on. She swallowed and smacked her lips and said, "This is quite a specimen you have here."
"Bigger than your husband's?"
"If you must know."
She moved to take his big thing into her mouth again, but his fingertips on her shoulders stopped her. She looked up questioningly, and a tad disappointed.
Sean was showing a cock-eyed grin. Or was it just cocky? Anyway, he said, "I have something else in mind."
"It's a unique guy who doesn't want to get his dick sucked," she remarked, glinting up at him expectantly.
"I'm gonna make you squirm," he murmured. "I'm gonna make you want it bad."
"I don't need much help," she answered impudently.
Bending over, he urged her down onto the bed. He slipped his fingers from her shoulders onto her boobs and kneaded into the pliant flesh. He pushed her tits together and rubbed them against each other. His thumbs ran in endless circles around her stiffening nipples, until her dark flesh felt raw with excitement.
Rachel felt her guts draw tight with anticipation, expectation, arousal, and uncertainty. She still didn't know if he was the real take-charge guy she suddenly found herself with the hots for. He was more aggressive and commanding then Dwight was.
Sean knelt before Rachel, put his hands on her knees and drew them apart. She resisted slightly, testing him, but if he noticed it did not show. He pushed her knees wide apart, causing her pussy to gape nakedly before him.
He moved in between her thighs and bowed over her body. Pushing her tits closer together with his hands, he nuzzled between them. Licking the bottom of her cleavage, he rubbed his face on the plush inner curves of her boobs. Was his intention to give pleasure or to take it? Or both? Rachel couldn't be sure.
Sean seemed to chew his way up the side of one breast and closed his mouth around her rigid nipple. He sucked and held it, then sucked harder.
Rachel gasped, her body twisting in sudden, harsh pleasure. She knew he had promised to make her squirm, but this soon? Was he showing off and stroking his own ego, or was he simply robust in his attempts to thrill her?
Sean's mouth traveled a slow route to the peak of Rachel's other tit and bit down on it with another two-stage suck. She inhaled deeply against the consuming tide of excitement that rose through her, and her body arched to crowd her tit deeper into his mouth.
His head lifted and he pulled at her boob with the rich suction. Letting the tit pop free, he washed over the meaty portion with a bold, wide tongue, and gulped in the swollen peak for another lewd feast.
Rachel's heels kicked up into the air and her ankles crossed on the small of his back. Her fingers combed into his hair and took firm but gentle hold. She wasn't going to let him get away.
When Rachel thought about taking charge of a situation or another person, she was actually thinking about taking command of the pleasure to be had. And when she thought of being dominated, she was not thinking about being turned into a slave. She was thinking about him taking command of her pleasure, of him making things happen for her, and not having any option but to enjoy it.
Yes, she wanted that, and had wanted it for some time without really realizing it. Her natural persona was strong and forceful, acid so it had been enjoyable to be the assertive one, the active one. She'd thought that that was the whole picture, but Sean was showing her a broader perspective indeed. They said you don't know what you've got until it's gone. By the same token, you don't know what you really want until you've got it.
He was bold, knowing, and oozed sensuality. He knew the pleasure of giving pleasure, of making it hap-pen, and he reveled in it, hungered for it, even.
He wasn't Dwight, who she had to let take charge, and he wasn't Del, who she could have resisted had she not wanted Patti's cooperation, though he had been fun regardless. He was not the other men she knew and had fucked, who were better takes then givers. He had something they lacked. She could give in to him without it feeling like weakness. With the others, she had a choice. With Sean, she didn't. Not anymore.
Nineteen years old, huh? She couldn't get over it. He was young, but he had what it took. There was no getting around that. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover. And to think she had only been looking for a lively romp to get back on track after that run-in with Barbara.
Rachel grinned. Ironic, wasn't it, that Barbara was responsible for Rachel being here, with the one guy she wasn't likely to soon get tired of? Ironic indeed!
His ass sinking toward his heels, Sean licked his way down the front of Rachel's body. His tongue caresses were extraordinarily light after the ravenous quality he had shown at her boobs. He tickled deftly in and out of her navel and fluttered, crisscrossing softly down over her pelvis.
Slowly, but with heavier pressure, he traced the border of her pubic bush, confining himself to her mound area. He retraced his path, then wound the tip of his tongue into her thatch.
His hands, meanwhile, were playing in and out along the smoothness of her inner thighs, the heels of his palms going from the cheeks of her ass to her knees. He was caressing her and holding her legs in a good, wide spread at the same time. He was simply sweeping her off her feet.
Abruptly but expectedly, Sean ducked lower between Rachel's thighs. Grasping the backs of her knees, he pushed her legs up and back, holding them in their wide spread.
Rachel's cunt tilted up and seemed to flower before him. She was completely exposed and totally vulnerable, and waiting impatiently. A gasp escaped her and her body gave an uncontrolled writhe. Her hips wiggled.
Sean pressed his mouth to her cunt with a heavy kiss. It was followed by another and another. Wide, succulent, horny, his smooches curled her toes in the air.
His tongue came back into play, washing up over her spread-out folds with broad strokes. He went faster, fairly lapping at her outer twat, each tongue-slide seemingly to dig a little deeper at her.
He pressed the outer portion of his probe onto her clit and held it there. With short, quick motions he jerked his tongue up and down from side to side against the protective pocket that contained her stiffened bud.
Rachel responded with a sudden intake of breath as his tongue made direct contact with her clit. "Oh," she cried out as he continued rubbing his tongue against her there. Her tones of pleasure climbed higher on a peak of preliminary excitement, then came tumbling down in sighing fashion. She stretched and wiggled her body, beaming a big smile.
Sean moved his tongue into a straight line and sent the tip into the top of Rachel's slit. He wriggled the pointy end of hiss probe against the underside of her clit and over its cap, sending Rachel into further delight.
He moved between her pussy lips, seeking other fun-points to explore and exploit. With his nimble tongue he tickled her hot inner pink flesh and teased over her streaming inner slit.
Her ripe flavors seemed to catch his tongue and draw it deeper into her privates. The more he tasted her, the hungrier he became. In an instant, his flicking, licking tongue was digging into her small, tight, wet opening, and going deeper.
She wasn't out to make comparisons, but Rachel couldn't help noticing the differences between Sean and her husband. It was the difference between letting go and holding back, and it was a world of difference.
"Yes," Rachel hissed. "Yes, I want it, you make me want it, I can't fight it...." Her senses reeled as she felt Sean's bold tongue snake itself deeper into her lining, twisting and rolling against her inner membranes. "Oh, what you're doing to me," she cried out.
At a deliberate pace, Sean worked his tongue in and out of her, rubbing between her swollen inner lips, wedging her gash open around his sliding friction, stroking and stroking her tender and sensitive spongy inner flesh.
Every erotic nerve ending in her body seemed to be straining toward this fiery point of intensely erotic contact. Her hips were grinding in circles, her nether region too aroused to lie still. Her pelvis rocked to and fro, continually lifting her cunt at his gnawing mouth, trying to trick or lure or get him deeper inside her.
Rachel could feel her control continuing to slip away, ever more intense pleasures and excitements claiming more and more of her system and burning through her flesh. She shivered through bursts of rapture. Her voice was all whimpers and whines and coos of carnal enjoyment.
He was sucking on her now, and that was the beginning of the end. She felt the sudden gathering and rising of her orgasm, the lightning bolts flashing through her nether region, signaling the on-coming storm.
Her arms reached out to either side, fingers digging into whatever bedding she could get, wanting to hold onto something, anything.
And then it was happening for her, with pounding force and breath-taking sweetness, ecstasies surging through her veins time and time again, sweeping her off to a whole other state of being.
Well, Barbara thought to herself, what are you waiting for?
She was at home, sitting on the living room couch, hugging her knees as she worked on a stiff drink held in one hand.
She had sworn to herself at the wedding that if she ever found out Rachel was just taking Dwight for a ride she would do something. Friend or no friend, she wouldn't let the bitch get away with it.
She still had no concrete evidence of infidelity, but at the same time, there was absolutely no doubt left in her mind. It was time to act, if she was going to.
The phone waited on the near end of the coffee table. She stared at it, not afraid of doing what she had planned to do years ago, but not eager either. And what if she failed? She didn't have a Plan B.
Don't think too long, she warned herself, or you'll find it's too late.
She lowered her feet to the floor, eased out to the edge of the seat. She put her glass down, rubbed her hands over her legs, drew a breath and reached for the phone. Then she dialed the number of Dwight's office.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You're so big," Rachel marveled, running her hand over and around Sean's hard-on. "I wonder if you'll fit all the way in."
"Let's find out," he responded. "Now."
He was still on' his knees beside the bed. Rachel had sat up in front of him, her legs extending to either side, flanking him.
"Sure you don't want me to suck on it for you some more?" she asked.
"I want to fuck," he answered. "And so do you."
"Do I?" she teased.
"If you don't, you will, once I get inside you."
"Confident bastard, aren't you?"
"Yes. Now slide onto the bed, lie back, and spread your legs."
She didn't wait for him to say please. She'd wasted enough time talking.
Rachel pushed herself fully onto the bed. Sean stayed with her, crawling up onto the mattress as she moved, keeping himself between her legs. When she lay down on her back, he moved over her on all fours.
She lifted her head and looked at his provocatively oversized cock, her mouth watering and her pussy giving a twitch as she observed its poised, virile angle, its seeming weightlessness as it hung suspended under his belly.
Seeing Rachel's interest, Sean teased her with his cock for a moment or two. He slid his knees out behind him and lowered his incredibly hot, throbbing length onto her stomach, his balls settling in the tickling hair of her mound patch.
He worked his hips to slide his cockshaft across her pelvis and belly, and to run the pointed glans up to and away from her belly button.
Rachel's eyes held glued to every motion of Sean's red demon. He could have hypnotized her with it.
"The way you look at it," he remarked, "I'm almost sorry to take it out of your sight."
"If I'd known you had a dick like this, I would have pulled you out of that chair a long time ago," she breathed.
"Every time you walked by I wanted to fuck you."
Now she looked up into his eyes, her head sinking into the blanket. "Then what are you waiting for?"
"That look."
"What look?"
"That horny, put-your-dick-in-me-now look."
She blushed slightly, despite herself. "Well, if I've got it, give it to me."
He raised his backside and the wet tip of his cock slid down over her pelvis and pubic mound like a tongue. It followed the shape of her and dipped down between her wide-hung thighs and insinuated itself between the parted folds of her cunt.
Rachel felt her juices stir and her flesh reawaken as Sean's hot, smooth cockhead began to slowly, easily pry her open. He could be gentle, too, when she needed it, like now.
Sean pressed in, stopped for a second or two, pressed in some more, and bit by bit entered her depths. A lewd grin spread her lips and put a definite shine in her eyes, until her lids came down and her head tilted back. The grin only got wider. She moaned with her teeth showing.
To her surprise and greater delight, she took all he had. Feeling his balls on her up-turned crotch, she dug in her feet and raised her hips and pelvis and pussy to him. She ground herself on the surrounding base of his cock-length, as if seeking a hook that would fasten them together permanently.
Sean came down onto his elbows, pressing her arching body flat with his own, putting solid weight on her tits, his chest hair scraping her nipples and tickling her flesh. He licked underneath her raised chin until she lowered it, and he claimed her with a soulful smooch.
Rachel wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hooked her heels on the backs of his thighs, just melting inside. It wasn't just his muscles or his size or his skills. It was also the kind of person he was -- and she was. She had made the first move, but he hadn't shied away from her. He had patiently played her game and now he had begun to assert himself, and had been doing so with varying degrees of aggressiveness. He had an inner strength that got to her with the way he used it, some-times holding back, sometimes letting go. He was sure of himself and sure of his effect on her.
He reminded Rachel of herself. They were two of a kind. It was that simple.
Sean's his lifted slowly, his cock pulling up out of her drooling grasp, his ridge scraping her stretched walls. The luscious friction set off sparks inside her and erotic energy snapped, crackled and popped through her body.
He shoved in, and it unleashed a thrill that took Rachel's breath away. Her fingernails raked across his shoulders and her heels dug into the balled cheeks of his ass, wanting him deeper, deeper.
He was fucking her then, in continuous motions, steadily dancing his prick in and out of her grasping chute. His cockhead hit her with deep dives that came from every angle she could imagine, the solid, broad ridge rubbing and reaming her tunnel from one end to the other. It was good. It was great. It was fantastic.
"Where did you get to be such a fuck?" Rachel found herself asking.
"I'll never name any names," he answered, nibbling along her neck.
"I'll bet you were always a cocky little bastard, though," she went on. "Always getting your own way."
"Trying not to let it go to my head. I hope I've succeeded."
"You're tolerable, I guess," she allowed. Really, he wasn't overbearing or openly egotistical, but why let him get a swelled head?
"That's it," he encouraged. "Keep me in line. Keep me humble."
"Shut up and keep fucking me."
He grinned with happiness and pride and enjoyment. "I knew you'd like it," he said. "I knew I could do good things for you."
"I just hope I'm worth the effort," she said to that in a fit of candor. "I can be a pretty trampy sort, you know."
"Are you looking for something, or are you just bad?"
"I thought I was just bad, but maybe I have been looking for something. Someone...."
"Am I it?"
"Maybe."
"Jeez. I must be doing more for you than I thought."
"Without even trying."
"Sounds like we're talking about more than a one-time thing," he observed. The actions of his hips and ass had slowed, his cock easing in and out of her in slow-motion now.
"We might be," Rachel allowed. "I'd like to check out a few things first."
"Such as?"
"Do we have to talk about it now?" she asked. She'd noticed the slowing down of what had been a brisk process.
"Yes," he insisted with a hint of impatience.
"Prick," she accused, not without affection. Then, more seriously, she said, "A guy taking charge like you have, it's a new experience for me. I like it, but some-time I'm gonna want to return the favor. I don't know if I could pull it off. Or if you could handle it. Accept it, I mean."
"Catch me at the right moment and you can do what you want," he answered.
"Nice to have something to look forward to. I'll twist you into a pretzel someday."
He chuckled happily. "You're different," he enthused. "You like to get in there and mix it up, don't you? Get your hands dirty. Work up a sweat instead of having it worked up for you."
"I only want to be on my back if I'm going to be taken care of, with no ifs, ands or buts about it."
"No butts?"
"Not butts, you dumb stud, buts." She slapped her hands down on his muscled cheeks and dug in her fingers to emphasize the difference. "Butts I like. Certain butts. Specific butts."
"One butt in particular?"
"Maybe, if it ever gets itself back in gear."
"Demanding bitch, aren't you?"
"I have my needs. You know what they are. Can you deliver?"
"I promised I would."
"Try not to bust your butt doing it. I like it the way it is."
"No danger of that," he answered with an easy cockiness.
"Fuck me," she snarled. "Fuck me so I can cum. So we both can. I want to feel you flooding me."
"Hot damn," he said to that, and bucked into action, her sudden laughter filling the room.
"Hi, Dwight," Barbara said into the phone. "Are you busy? Am I interrupting anything?"
"Not a thing," he answered pleasantly.
"Surprised to hear from me?"
"A little. Is anything wrong?"
Nothing that can't be fixed, she thought, one way or another. "No, nothing wrong," she answered. "I was wondering if you might be free for lunch anytime soon."
"Lunch?"
"Lunch," she responded. "No big deal, just a friendly get-together. Just you and me."
"Was there something you wanted to talk about?" He seemed to be finding it an odd invitation, but she had expected that.
"You might say I have a proposition for you," Barbara answered. "And you could call it confidential."
"My, how intriguing."
"It won't hurt to listen," she added in further temptation.
"A painless lunch, huh? And in the company of a charming woman. I could go for that."
"Why, Dwight. Me? Charming? I never knew you noticed."
"Love is blind, but I'm not."
"Before we get carried away here, lets set a time and place. Whatever's convenient for you."
"Let me check and get back to you later today. How's that?"
"So far so good," she replied, meaning it in more ways than he yet knew.
"I can't remember the last time I felt this hard," Sean breathed through clenching teeth. His body was working with an oiled smoothness on top of Rachel, his midsection bobbing as he thrust and thrust his huge organ into her drooling tunnel. "Gawd," he added emphatically, "you feel incredible."
"You feel incredible, my fine friend," she answered. "Keep pumping like that. You're driving me out of my cock-loving mind."
Sean was plunging his pecker to maximum depth with every stroke. He had found a soft spot inside her that she seemed to really like having the stuffing pounded out of. It was getting hotter and hotter, the flame-like sensation reaching slowly out along her well-worked pussy walls, gradually engulfing more and more of his heaving pecker.
Occasionally he would put on a burst of speed and pump into her fast, energetically, and keep at it for as long as his breath held out. It would hurry her up close to the brink, but never quite take her over. It meant the fucking could go on.
One time he slowed to a crawl to catch his breath, and Rachel took advantage by throwing her hips up at his and in scooping his prick into her chute. She whisked down most of the way off of him and lunged high again, bouncing his balls off her ass in taking him to the hilt.
Sean showed an enjoying grin and held himself in place for her to continue. She always made sure to guide his cockhead onto her cooking spot, a low moan of excitement sounding from her with every colliding contact.
Soon he took over again and rammed down into her overheating depths. Her mouth came open and heartfelt sigh rose out of her throat.
"Oh, fuck me," she rasped. "Keep fucking me. I'm almost there. I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah," he breathed in reply, wanting to hear it, telling her he was close too, sharing in the runaway excitement of their torrid screwing.
"I love the way your cock scrapes up and down my pussy walls," she said in a rush, unable to contain or control herself or her feelings. "When you push deep it's like you're never gonna stop. And when you do, it sends shock waves right through me. Hot waves. The hottest, sexiest waves...."
Sean went into another flurry of wild thrusting, and this time there was no stopping. He stabbed his cock-head as deep into her as he could and as fast as he could. A cry rose out of Rachel's throat and it did not stop either, flowing on for moment after moment, the pitch climbing higher.
It was broken by a sharp intake of breath, then another, and then she cried, "I'm cumming, I'm Cumming!"
Cries and squeals and gasps of the most intense pleasure and relief followed. She spasmed and shook in ecstasy and rejoiced in her unending fulfillment.
Sean jabbed deep and his jizz tore loose from his balls, blasting into her clamping hole. Her pussy gulped cum from his cock.
Rachel was crying out, her body twisting and grinding under Sean's lurching, uncontrolled form. They hunched against one another until they collapsed in exhaustion and then Rachel took Sean's weight onto her body and let it crush her. She put her arms around him, holding onto something good.
When Rachel got home later that afternoon the phone was ringing. It gave her considerable surprise to find out that it was Patti calling.
"I have to admire your timing," Patti began. "Just a few days after you ask me to keep an eye on your husband, he goes and makes a lunch date with a strange woman."
It was turning into a day for surprises, Rachel thought. "You're kidding," she said.
"Nope. He had me make the reservations. Now that may mean all this is innocent, but he is seeing a woman and it's not business, that I can see."
"What's her name?"
"Barbara Rand."
Another surprise. If hot a shock.
"Do you know her?" Patti asked.
"I thought I did," Rachel answered distantly.
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Thanks Patti. I'm glad you called."
"It was my pleasure," Patti answered. "I'll be in touch -- if need be, that is. Bye."
The line clicked and Rachel lowered the receiver from her ear, then after a pause slammed it into its cradle.
"Yes?" Barbara said frostily after opening her front door and finding Rachel standing outside.
Rachel had her arms crossed, a determined look on her face. "I want to talk to you," she said.
Barbara showed reluctance, but gave it a second thought and let Rachel in. It was a large, multi-level, modern house. They went to the living room, which was sunken and had two glass walls.
"What's on your mind these days?" Barbara asked, taking a seat at the end of a couch. Her tone was close to indifference, feigned or otherwise was hard to say.
Rachel was cool, too. "I'd like to know what you're up to with my husband," she said.
Barbara's first response was surprise. Obviously Rachel hadn't been intended to find out. If Barbara was going to tell Dwight that Rachel was being unfaithful, or something along those lines, why would Barbara want to keep it a secret? Unless she was afraid Rachel could somehow head her off at the pass. Or did the bitch have something else in mind? This seemed more likely, but what?
Barbara quickly composed herself and sat back in the couch. "What's the matter?" she said. "Worried about losing your investment?"
"Don't count on it."
"How did you find out, any way? Dwight didn't tell you, did he?"
"Why? Was he supposed to keep it a secret?"
Barbara frowned. "He couldn't have told you, unless he called home for some reason...."
Rachel smiled, feeling she had gotten the upper hand. "What were you going to do?" she asked easily. "Make a play for him behind my back? Get him to cheat on me, to see how I liked it? Maybe throw a real scare into me? Or were you feeling more ambitious? You weren't thinking about taking him for yourself, were you?"
"At least I would make him a real wife," Barbara snapped.
"If you were a real wife, you'd still be married," Rachel said to that. It was a hard thing to say, and it made a direct hit, but this was no time for playing nice.
"Just remember," Rachel added, "you're not perfect either. And what makes you think Dwight is so damned unhappy with me? He isn't. As far as he's concerned he's got it all. So just don't get any ideas."
With that firm warning backed up by a determined, no-nonsense look, Rachel left Barbara just where she had wanted to -- back on her heels and having more than passing second thoughts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning Barbara called Dwight at his office and cancelled thier date, not because Rachel had thrown such a scare into her, although that entered into it, but because she needed time to think and to work out what she was going to do next. It was still set in her mind that something had to be done.
She still liked the idea of having an affair with Dwight, or at least getting him into bed, then springing the news on Rachel after the fact. That ought to shake the bitch up and get her to stop taking the guy for granted.
Or maybe she would keep the affair a secret. Play Rachel for the fool for a while. Fix it so she wouldn't be getting away with a thing, while she thought she was. It would be a damn fine joke. But it was as if the walls had ears. The way Rachel had jumped on her, so suddenly, Barbara would feel lucky to look at Dwight sideways without getting caught at it.
How had Rachel found out so fast? Dwight couldn't have told her. He wouldn't have, not before the fact. It just wouldn't have been important enough, and Barbara had said it was confidential.
Maybe Rachel had a friend who worked at the restaurant he had chosen. But would they know he would be there with someone other than his wife? Unlikely. That left his secretary, the only other person Barbara could definitely say knew about her call. Could there possibly be a connection between her and Rachel?
What if Barbara was underestimating Rachel? What if Rachel wasn't taking Dwight for a complete fool after all? What if she was hedging her bets, having someone keep an eye on Dwight during the day? And who could do that better than his secretary?
Barbara let the weekend pass, then made another call to Dwight's office. She identified herself to the secretary, but did not ask to be put through to Dwight.
"You remember the name, don't you?' she said in-stead.
"Yes."
"And you know I'm a friend of your boss, and his wife?"
"Yes," came the reply, slightly guarded in tone.
"Good. I'm not a complete stranger to you. So I can ask you to lunch and maybe you'll accept?"
"You want to have lunch with me?" Patti asked.
"I want to take you to lunch. There's something I want to talk about."
"What?"
"Could we make it twelve? Twelve-thirty? Whatever's convenient."
"Somewhere in between," Patti responded agreeably, curiosity getting the better of her.
They met at a restaurant which featured an outdoor section. It was easier to talk there, more private, with conversation not carrying to the next table.
Barbara waited until Patti was digging into her said before getting to the point. "Dwight's wife burst in on me the other day and practically accused me of trying to steal him away from her," she said simply. "All I did was make a harmless little lunch date, but somehow she found out. I'm curious if that happened, Patti."
Patti shrugged add went on eating. "Lots of ways for it to happen," she said simply.
"No, I think there's only one. And it involves you."
Patti looked at her, chewing slowly.
"Not to worry," Barbara said. "No hard feelings."
Patti's attention appeared to return to her salad, but she wasn't showing the same enthusiasm for it anymore. "It only makes things a bit more interesting for me," Barbara went on.
"Interesting?"
"Challenging," Barbara clarified. "You see, I intend to go as far as I can with Dwight, with Rachel finding out about it when I decide she should, not before."
"How do you plan to do that?" Patti inquired, her curiosity acting up again.
"I intend to buy your silence," Barbara answered.
"Do you?"
"What's your price."
"You're assuming I have one."
"You sold out to Rachel, obviously. I'll better what she's giving you."
Patti smiled a secret smile. "You're assuming it's money."
"What then?
"She did me a favor. What can you do for me?"
"Think of something you want. Name it."
"That's tempting. You must want Dwight pretty bad."
"We're discussing what you want."
"Well, honestly, I've pretty much got what I want these days," Patti said. "Although, I guess a woman could always use a bit more...."
"Yes?"
"Fun, shall we say? Especially at a time like this."
"Fun," Barbara repeated, uncertain of Patti's meaning.
"You're asking me to go back on a promise I made. If I'm going to do that, I might as well do my best to get some enjoyment out of it, don't you think?"
Understanding hit Barbara in the pit of her stomach and flashed through her like a flame. She was sure she blushed. "You want me to take you to bed," she said quietly. "That's your price?"
"That's it. Like I said, a woman can always use a bit more fun."
"There must be more to it than that, or am I that appealing to you?"
"You are an attractive woman, I'll grant you, but yes, there is more to it. I have a feeling the thought of going to bed with me strikes you as a pretty high price to pay. You think it would be dirty, don't you."
Barbara's silence answered for her.
"I thought so. And there you have it. If I'm going to do something dirty for you, you're going to have to do something dirty for me. Take it or leave it."
That evening, shortly after seven, Barbara opened her front door and welcomed Patti into her somewhat luxurious home, thigh welcome might have been too strong a word. She was resigned to the deal, and civil, but not much more.
Leaving her at the restaurant, Patti had suggested for her to wear something sexy. To Barbara that could have meant anything. She was trying with a snug, black, long-sleeved, short-skirted dress with black stockings and high-heels.
"Mmmm," Patti enthused, checking her over. "Don't you look tasty. You've got an even better figure than I anticipated."
"Thanks," Barbara answered, being polite, and in a small way relieved to start the evening off on a positive note. "Would you like a drink or something?"
"I don't need one," Patti said, walking with Barbara to the lamp-lit living room, taking in the quality of the place and the view of the sparkling city in the dark beyond. "But you go ahead if you want."
"I don't think so," Barbara said, hoping to make a point. She didn't want to appear weak, as Patti's tone had insinuated. She was sinking pretty low to get what she wanted, and pride dictated that she show at least some resilience.
If Patti noticed, it didn't come out. "Nice place," she complimented. "Too bad a gal has to get married before she can afford something like this."
"She could always get unmarried," Barbara responded, thinking that would be just Patti's speed.
Patti shook her head. "Too much hassle." Facing Barbara then, she said, "I could stand a look at the bedroom about now."
Unsurprised by the quick getting-to-the-point, taking a steadying breath, Barbara led the way. She was sure she felt Patti's eyes on her ass with every step, but didn't experience anything close to the revulsion she had feared. She wasn't against two women getting it on. It was simply a matter of preference for her. She'd never been attracted to women, had never considered them as partners, and the whole idea had always left her indifferent.
Up one short flight of stairs, then another, and they were there. It was a large bedroom, with a large bed for a woman living alone. It was expensively dressed, though, both the bed and the room itself, and subtly lighted, with relaxing music reaching it from the living room stereo.
Barbara held back as Patti went ahead, strolling toward the bed. The chic blonde was in her office clothes -- light blazer, blouse, skirt, nylons, medium heels. The jacket came off and was tossed to a chair, but she kept the rest on. She crawled on the bed, slinking into a lounging position facing Barbara, and relaxed.
"C'mere," Patti said quietly, with a smile, looking at Barbara in speculating fashion.
Barbara moved toward the bed. Patti appeared to smooth a place for her and she eased into a lounging position facing the younger woman, close but not too close.
"It's not easy for you, is it?" Patti remarked.
"Do you want it to be?"
"Not now. Not here at the start. You wouldn't be paying a price if it was. But as we go along, I wouldn't mind if you started enjoying yourself. Then you'll feel ashamed, and pay some more that way. But at the end, you'll have what you want, and you can forget all about this."
"You're a strange one. You seem nasty and corrupt, and at the same time, considerate, almost. You want me to pay, but you're not collecting. Not really -- unless you get off on seeing a woman make a whore of herself."
"I do," Patti confessed. "It makes me feel powerful. It makes me feel I can do anything I want. I can act on whatever whim strikes me."
"Like double-cross Rachel?"
"Yes. That's part of it."
"Maybe you'll double-cross me."
"Somebody very beautiful and very tempting would have to talk me into it first," Patti answered truthfully.
"I don't know how much good flattery will do you," Barbara said.
"You might be surprised," Patti said, now lifting her free hand to the back of Barbara's neck and drawing the darker-haired woman forward. She touched Barbara's un-moving lips with a kiss, and another, and a few more, all soft and warm and oddly affectionate.
To protect herself from a disappointed Patti, Barbara decided she had better do something. So she let herself answer a kiss, and found their lips lingering together with an easy intimacy.
The soft but spry tip of Patti's tongue started flicking at her lips and then darting into her mouth. Barbara yielded, felt their lips meld tighter together and more friendly flicks from Patti's tongue.
It stopped feeling unnatural to Barbara and started feeling, well, okay. No big bad deal. She wouldn't have to keep reminding herself of what she would ultimately get out of all this in order to keep going. Apparently she had more guts than she thought.
Patti kissed her harder and Barbara responded, though more modestly. Patti's tongue went at Barbara's with coaxing, cajoling, inviting strokes, and Barbara finally lifted her tongue into coiled union with Patti's.
Patti moaned. "One sweet female, that's what you are." She swept her eyes over Barbara's form. "You look so good in that dress I almost hate to get you out of it, but I have the feeling you've got something even better underneath. Take it off."
Flattering Barbara one second and commanding her the next, Patti really was a strange one. But Barbara was getting used to it and knew what had to be done.
Barbara rolled over on her knees in front of Patti and not too quickly pulled her hem up over her hips, revealing her stocking tops, the lacy suspender belt and matching panties over it. She peeled the dress the rest of the way up her curvaceous body and off, exposing her bra-less tits.
"I love it," Patti enthused. She hooked a finger on the elastic of Barbara's panties and added, "Believe I'll take care of these myself."
Working her finger around from hip to hip, and one time farther around, she pulled the panties from Barbara's hips and ass and pussy. With Barbara's cooperation, she pulled them all the way off and dropped them behind her on the bed. An expectant feeling ran through Barbara's tunnel and nether region, though what she expected was unclear.
Patti turned her hand palm-up and slid her fingers between Barbara's bare upper thighs, onto the folds of her pussy. She slid her hand caressingly to and fro, at the same time testing, experimenting.
Barbara eased her hips forward and back against the motions of Patti's fingers, and was suddenly confused. Had she decided to do that or had she done it unthinkingly? In natural response?
Damn. She hadn't expected to have any fun at this. She hadn't wanted to -- hadn't even considered that. But it was starting to seem destined to happen. Score one for Patti.
Patti pushed herself up onto a straight arm and, continuing to move her fingers on Barbara's cunt, started flicking her tongue at the inner curves of the woman's breasts. Nimbly she wiggled her tongue against Barbara's nipples, buffing the pulpy flesh with her quick, fluttery motions, tickling the nipples slowly erect.
Barbara inhaled a deep breath against a rise of potent pleasure, and she felt the first burn of shame. It was wrong in more ways than one to enjoy any of this, and yet she could not help it. Worse, she could find no justification for enjoying herself.
Patti bared her teeth and scraped their edges over Barbara's nipples. She bit lightly into the surrounding flesh and closed her lips in on the incredible smoothness to suck and pull. Down below, she was tracing the outline of Barbara's inner lips and her slit and pinpointing her stiffening clitoris with the tip of her middle finger. She repeated the action over and over, tickling and teasing and tantalizing.
Barbara helplessly felt her hips begin slow grinding motions, rotating and twisting against the caresses of Patti's sly fingertip. Unprepared for the pleasure that was claiming more and more of her, she didn't know if she could handle this. It was too much. Too shameful.
Patti moaned into Barbara's right tit. She pulled her mouth away and said, "You know what I like in a woman?"
"What?"
"My finger," Patti answered devilishly, and suddenly twirled her digit up into Barbara's rapidly moistening lining. At the same time, she engorged herself on Barbara's left breast.
Barbara simply gasped, in shock and in sudden excitement. And just like that, the only thought in her mind was how good it felt and how sexy Patti's boldness was, and how Patti wasn't the only woman who could use a bit more fun.
Take it where you can get it, Barbara thought now. Don't fight it. The shame you can live with.
Yet, she did not collapse in surrender. She was too proud for that. But she did relax more, and let herself join in on the fun that was starting to reel through her veins.
Her hands went to Patti's shoulders and she started pushing the younger woman's blazer off. Patti let one arm come free, but she was determined to hold her other hand between Barbara's legs, stroking her finger in and out of the increasingly wet, hot hole. Barbara went on to Patti's blouse.
Finally, the urge to get naked got the better of Patti and she took her hand from Barbara's twat. Barbara lay down on her side then and watched the other woman finish undressing. She felt flashes of envy, taking in Patti's figure, and a curiosity about that smooth-skinned body.
Without a stitch left on, Patti lay down with Barbara. She entwined their long legs and pressed herself to Barbara. Their tits bedded snugly and warmly together as Patti initiated an embrace. And to top it all off, she laid claim to Barbara with a soulful, lasting kiss.
Barbara experienced a moment of resistance, then simply melted in Patti's embrace. She lost track of herself, of what she was really doing here, although her sense of shame did linger.
It was a unique feeling, doing something this bad and enjoying it and getting away with it. It was exciting and scary at the same time, rousing her active libido but telling her she would suffer for this somewhere down the line. It was intoxicating, confusing and nerve-wracking, and she wouldn't have missed it for anything.
Barbara answered Patti's kiss with equal enthusiasm and more. She slinked her arms about the other blonde and they rolled over together on the bed, one way, then the other. At one point, Patti came out on top and stopped the process.
"I was hoping we would both wind up having fun," she said. "That makes it nicer."
"Saves you from feeling guilty for using me, doesn't it," Barbara answered without malice.
"That might be one reason," Patti allowed.
"I thought you liked having a woman make a whore of herself, and suffer a little for it, too."
"What I want you to suffer for is tempting me out of my arrangement with Rachel. That wasn't nice of you."
"Shame on me."
"As for you being my whore, well, that's no reason we both can't have a good time."
"You're the strangest damn female I've ever met," Barbara said then.
"Complicated, maybe. If you ever feel like really trying to figure me out, I might be available."
"God," Barbara responded, "you're the last thing I need."
"You never know. Keep an open mind."
"Right."
"Let's get into something raunchy," Patti said then. "Let's finger each other for a while."
"All right."
"And let's make it easy for each other," Patti added, pushing herself up off of Barbara. On hands and knees she turned around the threw herself astride of Barbara, knees by shoulders, elbows by hips.
Barbara stared into the lewd erotic spectacle of a female spread inches before her eyes. For a long second her mind was blank. She didn't know what to do or where to start. But then, gradually, it began to come to her.
CHAPTER NINE
Barbara slid her hands up the outsides of Patti's thighs, over the wide hips and onto the cheeks of the jutting ass. She moved her fingertips towards the folds of Patti's cunt in stroking fashion, tentative and richly curious at the same time.
Down below, Patti drew Barbara's legs up and apart. Barbara yielded without resistance, surrendering her cunt to Patti's horny urges freely and naturally. It made Patti hornier.
Again she traced along Barbara's slit with her finger-tip. She jiggled it against the stiffened knot of the other woman's clitoris and stroked down between the dewy lips.
Pressing in, Patti found the smaller entrance and twirled her finger through the opening. Contrinuing to run her finger in circles, she wound her way deeper into Barbara's tunnel. With a sighing moan, Barbara lifted her hips in a circular motion.
"You like a finger in there, don't you," Patti observed lasciviously. "So do I."
Barbara knew what that meant, and she was as ready as she would ever be. Extending the middle digit of her right hand, she slid the tip down the center gash of Patti's gaping cunt. Stroking up and down, she excited the inner lips enough for them to remain apart from each other and reveal what lay beyond.
Barbara touched Patti's inner slit and let her fingertip idle up and down on the thin wet line, her finger turning hot from its contact with the spongy flesh of Patti's twat.
The closer she got to touching the inside of Patti's twat the more Barbara wanted to do it. Virtually transfixed by what she was doing, and spurred on by the arousing touches of Patti's finger inside her, she pushed the tip of her finger through Patti's entrance.
She entered a hot, wet tightness that gripped her finger. She fed more of her digit into the padded chute, into the bubbly, oozing juices. She pulled out and stroked deeper, and elicited a groan of pleasure from Patti.
With a woman's finger up her pussy and one of her own buried inside the privates of that woman, Barbara was filled with the wickedest, funkiest feeling of excitement she could remember since the first time she had played with a cock. It was a primal thrill, striking to the core of her being. She shivered with enjoyment, wriggling happily under Patti.
For long moments the two females played with each other, sometimes working their fingers on the inside, sometimes rubbing and caressing over the outer portions with all their fingers. Sometimes Barbara followed Patti's examples and sometimes she struck off on her own, trying out her own ideas.
Presently, though, Barbara felt something new on her pussy. On her clitoral area, to be precise. Wet, hot, velvety, Patti's tongue came flicking into play.
It took their involvement to a deeper level, and it took Barbara a moment to get used to it. This was down to the nitty-gritty for her. There wasn't much more after this step. It was almost going too far. Almost. Anyway, she had no choice bud to see it through.
Patti leaned back on her thighs, easing her pussy toward Barbara's mouth. She moved her slippery folds across Barbara's lips, adding more and more pressure.
Patti fit her open mouth on Barbara's cunt and ran her tongue over the gaping folds with eagerness. Barbara took it as an example to follow, and opened her mouth against Patti's twat.
The meaty folds slipped into the oval of her lips. The hint of ripe, funky juices drew her tongue up and out of her mouth, into the fiery gash. Patti's cunt seemed to open for her, taking her probe into its boiling depths.
Not sure of what she was going to find, Barbara delicately explored and tasted the other woman's melting honey hole. She dared to suck on it once, then had to try it again and again.
Licking, stabbing, slurping, Patti wasn't holding back. She feasted on the ripe richness of Barbara's cooze like a woman possessed. She filled Barbara's tunnel with the twisting wash of her tongue and emptied it out time and time again.
Before long, Barbara had caught up with her, in enthusiasm if not in expertise. The two women inserted their tongues to fullest reach inside one another. Bending, twisting, twirling, they launched all-out assaults on each other, sucking hard to get whatever they missed.
It seemed to go on and on, one sweet carnal delight overlapping another. Their arousal built in gradual stages, so that they weren't really aware of it. It was a steady and slowly quickening flow of erotic pleasure.
Suddenly, Barbara felt a surge of intense energy. Her body spasmed and her breath seemed to have been snatched away from her. She trembled hotly and went bucking and thrashing out of control.
A fantastic climax cascaded through her. The pit of her pussy started clamping down hard, pulsing blasts of ecstasy into her rushing system. Her mouth lurched and gulped at Patti's juicy cooze, and she tasted the first wetness of Patti's orgasm.
Clamped to each other, bodies humping and spasming out of control, Patti and Barbara sailed through their climaxes. They hung on tight, drinking each other's simmering creams and chewing into baked, swollen pussy flesh as they quivered and quaked into aftermath.
Happiness tingling in every nook and cranny, they twisted as one and rolled over and over like they had started out doing, unabashedly licking at one another's pussy, sharing every last possible moment of their joy.
Finally, they broke apart and lay end to end on their backs next to each other, moaning a little, or groaning, smiles lingering on their lips. Neither spoke for a long while.
Barbara's expression grew increasingly sober as she lay there, as aftermath passed. She began to wonder just how low she had sunk, or how depraved she had been. It was shame trying to get back at her. And it was.
She rolled over onto her side, facing away from Patti, pulling her knees up. toward her chest. She had been wrong and Patti had been right. She did think it dirty, something to be ashamed of. How she had ever enjoyed it was a total mystery.
"Feel bad, huh?" Patti remarked.
Barbara didn't answer.
"You'll get over it," Patti assured. "Once you've got your hooks into Dwight. This little episode will fade from memory. Not completely, of course, but so you can live with it."
"I hope that doesn't disappoint you too much."
"Not too much."
"I don't know why you wanted to see me suffer in the first place. I offered a proposition. You didn't have to accept."
"Ah, but I did," she answered, then had to explain why.
"Because it was the only way I could get you into bed. You're a gorgeous woman, Barbara. Gorgeous. I have a weakness for such things. A terrible weakness."
"You should have warned me I was twisting your arm. I didn't realize."
"Sorry. But you have to admit, you got what you wanted."
"And a belly full of shame."
"I've sold Rachel down the river. How do you think I feel?"
"What happens to that bitch isn't something either of us should worry about."
"I made her a promise. That means something to me."
Something softened inside Barbara then. She rolled over and sat us, gazing down into Patti's lovely but surprisingly sober-looking face. "You're hurting too," she realized.
"It started as soon as you asked me to sell out Rachel. I knew I shouldn't, but was going to. I wanted you badly, but resented having to break my word to get you. I had to have you and hurt you at the same time, because you were having and hurting me."
Barbara shook her head in wonderment. "It was an awfully complicated transaction, wasn't it?" she remarked.
Patti's face broke into a smile. "Awfully."
"I hope things will be simpler with Dwight."
"I'm sure they will."
"I'm sorry I corrupted you," Barbara said then. "With your deal with Rachel I assumed you were already corrupt."
"I was. Just not that corrupt. But as far as I'm concerned we're even."
"Yes. In our own ways we've both reached new limits. Or should that be lows?"
"Lows," Patti answered. "Although I'm sorry you feel that way about enjoying a woman's company. What's so shameful about it?"
"I can't explain," Barbara said. "All I know is I did it, I loved it, and I never want to do it again."
"Bummer."
"Please don't be offended."
"I'm not. I'm disappointed. I turned you on and you turned me on and you'll never let it happen again."
"Well," Barbara joked, "you could always blackmail me."
"Thanks," Patti smiled. "I'll keep that in mind."
By the next day Barbara was back on track in her effort to seduce Dwight. She called to set up another date, and this time she picked the spot.
It was the restaurant of a major downtown hotel. Barbara was waiting for him at a corner table two days later, making a bet with herself that he would be right on time. She won.
She greeted him with delight, and he seemed almost as glad to see her. They sat down and ordered drinks, and from there on out the pressure was on for Barbara. Not too fast and not too slow, she cautioned herself.
They chatted, ordered lunch and began eating before Dwight decided he couldn't take it any longer. "I'm dying to know what's really on your mind," he confessed. "You've never done this before. You must have a good reason."
"I think it's a good reason. You might not."
"Out with it."
"You're what's on my mind," she confided.
"Me?"
"There's something I need to know about you."
"What?"
"Do you think an affair with me would be out of the question?"
He stared, dumbfounded.
"I'm not letting you get away without answering either," she told him good-humoredly.
"Barbara," he said, "you can't mean it."
"Mean it? I've taken a room for the day. Just in case you didn't have to think about it."
"Well I do," he insisted. "I mean, I don't. Not at all."
She smiled sympathetically. "Poor Dwight. I've thrown you for a loop, haven't I. Sorry. But I had to start somewhere."
"What made you think I'd ever accept this ... proposal?" he asked, getting his stride back.
"You've been married a few years, probably have seen most of the surprises, if not all of them. You're obviously in good working order, still vital, still fit for adventure. And then, of course, there's me."
"You?"
"Am I unattractive, Dwight?"
"Hell no."
"Am I unwilling?"
"Apparently not."
"Can I surprise you?"
"I'll say."
"Well then. What does all that add up to?"
He sat in silence a lo' moment, as if seeing the world cast in a new and interesting light. Then he caught himself. "A married man," he answered, "and his wife's best friend, who should both know better."
"Knowing better doesn't always help," she said to that. "Think about it, will you Dwight? About you and me, and the big beds they have in this joint?"
"I gotta hand it to you," he said, shaking his head. "You're sure different."
"How?"
"Assertive, frank, kind of bold, even."
"Is that so different?"
"It's a change from Rachel. She can be pretty passive."
"Rachel?"
He nodded. "Not that I've ever minded...." he said, his voice trailing off.
"Until now?" she finished for him.
He avoided her gaze. "Did I say that?"
"You will, if you give me half a chance, lover."
"Jumping the gun a little, aren't you?"
"Just wondered how it sounded. How does it sound? Lover?" A little teasing never hurt.
"Dangerous," Dwight answered.
"She'd never suspect me. Or you. We could make out like bandits."
"Robbing my wife."
"I'll leave you with enough energy to take care of her," Barbara promised. "In fact, with me, you won't have to do much at all."
"Oh?"
"I'd be more than happy to give a demonstration."
He smiled shyly. "You're outrageous," he said.
"I'm going to leave you to think it over," Barbara said then. She got up from her seat, then bent over to whisper her room number in his ear. Then, placing a warm hand on his shoulder, she smiled and walked away from the table.
Twenty minutes later he was knocking at her door.
CHAPTER TEN
In red bra and matching panties, and red heels, Barbara welcomed Dwight into her room. She'd just known he would show up eventually, and she'd wanted to make sure to give him his fiat reward right off the bat.
She slinked het arms around his neck and greeted him further with a lasting, increasingly soulful kiss. He seemed reluctant to respond, but she drew it out of him, claiming more and more of him as the smooch played on.
She insinuated her tongue past his lips, and when he mouth opened to it, she stabbed silkily in and out. His probe lifted into a flirtatious duel with hers, then both tongues coiled together in the pressing cavern of their joined mouths.
"Glad you could make it," Barbara purred.
"I can't believe I'm here," he responded with a mixture of dread and excitement. "With you of all people."
"I hope I won't be too much of a shock to your system," she said to that, "when I show you what I've got in mind."
"Now that I'm here I'm looking forward to it," he confided.
"Good," she purred. "Now let's get you out of these clothes." She started by pushing his jacket off, then reached for his tie. Dwight toed his shoes off and stooped slightly to remove his socks.
Tie off, Barbara took hold of the front of his pants and led him toward the bed. She sank into a seat on the edge of it in front of him. She started unbuttoning his shirt and let him finish as she got him out of his pants. His boxer shorts went to his knees with a yank and then dropped about his ankles.
His cock was taking on some size, at its own pace. Eager to stir things up, Barbara brushed her hands over Dwight from the thighs to nipples a few times and leaned forward to blow hot air onto his pecker. It gave a jerk of response and appeared to want to hurry up after that.
Barbara let her hands drift down to his hips and then softly rub it toward the base of his cock, his bush and his balls. Her right hand curved underneath as her left hand tilted over the top, and her forefingers rubbed on his cock base as she caressed his nuts and stroked over his wiry bush.
She made frequent eye contact with Dwight, glinting up at him temptingly, flirtatiously, sometimes naughtily. He appeared captivated, as if taking part in something new and wonderful. And it wasn't cheating on his wife. It had something to do with Barbara. She was showing him something he hadn't experienced before.
He had said that Rachel could be pretty passive, and while that didn't sound like the Rachel that Barbara knew, she didn't think he was making it up. She couldn't figure out Rachel's reasons for being that way with Dwight, but she was glad Rachel was. It gave Barbara an edge with Dwight, gave her something that he wanted.
"I'm gonna suck your dick now, lover," she softly crooned up at him. "I'm gonna make you the hardest you've ever been."
He broke into a wide, delighted grin. "Are you?"
"Watch this."
She ducked down to scoop his elongating but still pliant pecker into her mouth. She swept to his base, pulling her fingers out of the way so she could press her lips up against his body. She rotated her head, grinding her lips on his base and twisting his cockshaft inside her mouth and throat.
Clamping down with luscious suction, she retreated to his front end, stretching his cock out in the process. She swept forward and pulled back again, giving his dick another lewd pull, and continued like that, kneading and manipulating his prick into a swollen, rigid pole.
Barbara slipped her mouth off of Dwight's gleaming cock with a juicy slurp and admired her handiwork. The pecker stood straight out from his groin, throbbing with excitement and eagerness. It looked great, but she had promised more.
"How do you like me so far?" she asked him.
"I'm speechless. I've never been attacked like that before. It's incredible."
"Well, let's see what else I can do," Barbara said.
She took his hard-on into her left hand and tilted it up out of the way as she leaned in to get at his balls. Fingering behind his sac, she drew his nuts out to her tongue, washing over and across them with warm, velvety licks.
Wet kisses followed, and then she fingered his balls into her mouth. She pushed her lips up firmly against his groin and caressed him with another rotating motion, at the same time stirring his nuts around in the wet warmth of her mouth.
She applied a similar caress to his sac and pulled away, squeezing his nuts in the bottom of the tightening pouch. Holding them in that snug squeeze, she scraped and scrubbed over their clearly defined outlines with a busy tongue.
His cock seemed to surge against her hand, swelling outward and turning to steel in her fist. It throbbed with heat and energy.
Barbara softened her oral hold on Dwight's balls, snuggling up against his groin again, but then applied another long, drawn-out suck to his nuts and tickled them mercilessly with her quick, fluttering darting tongue.
Finally, letting Dwight's tingling nuts spill from her mouth, she wetly smooched her way up to the tip of his pecker. She took the broadly flared tip between her lips and smoothed down toward the base of the shaft.
For lasting moments, she ran her mouth over Dwight's hard-on. She rested her hands on her knees and rocked her body to and fro, sliding and slurping over his in-credibly rigid rod.
Dwight moaned breathily. "Gawd, I've never felt anything like this. Rachel hardly ever does it, and never like this. Fantastic."
It was hard for Barbara to believe they were talking about the same Rachel. There was something going on here that just didn't make sense. That wildcat never going after Dwight, preferring him to come to her? Impossible. Unless she was playing some kind of game with him. Which was all too possible. The bitch.
Barbara brought her left hand back up to Dwight's cock, curling her fist about the throbbing shaft in a loose grip. Concentrating her mouth on the outer portions of his pecker, she started jacking her hand to and fro on his saliva-slickened shaft, doubling the stimulation, doubling his fun.
"You're too much," Dwight said, almost laughing in enjoyment. "Oh, this is a whole new perspective. I always thought pleasure was a man's responsibility. But you sure can handle it, can't you?"
"Why not?" Barbara answered. "I'm a big girl. I can do all sorts of things."
"I'm a big boy. I can take it."
Her hand slowed on his cock, now covering its full length with its jacking strokes as she looked up at him. "Is that an invitation?" she smiled.
"It's encouragement," he answered.
Barbara took him at his word. She had every reason to, him responding to her as he was. This was new to him, but obviously he could handle a sexually assertive woman -- not to mention appreciate and enjoy her.
Did Rachel know that? Or did she simply think he required passiveness from her and played the role to keep him amused? And to keep herself in luxury? Now that was sounding more like the Rachel that Barbara knew.
It gave Barbara a special satisfaction, discovering a part of Dwight that Rachel hadn't, and to be able to please him in ways Rachel never had. He was entitled to it, Barbara felt, after suffering with Rachel all this time. And it would give her something extra to rub Rachel's nose in when the time came.
Barbara leaned forward and slowly stood, pushing her lace-cupped tits up the front of Dwight's body, taking his prick upright between their bellies. She slipped her hands around to take hold of his ass. She initiated another kiss, letting more and more passion slip into it until their mouths were hotly melded together.
As she eased up on the kiss, Barbara started to turn Dwight around, stepping around but drawing him with her until his back was to the bed. Her hands climbed up and around to her chest, and she abruptly shoved him to a seat on the bed.
Standing close, she undid the front clasp of her bra and peeled the cupping fabric away from her boobs. Dropping the bra behind her, letting it tumble down her arms and off, put an arch in her back that drew her boobs up and apart in a sexy display. Dwight's eyes feasted on her tits.
Barbara stepped in between his legs and slinked a hand to the back of his neck, drawing his head forward, pulling his opining-,mouth to her tits, and she let him feast on them for real.
His lips seemed to tremble as he slid them past her right nipple. His tongue waned to go everywhere at once. She wondered how long it had been since he had been this excited.
As Dwight continued to lick and suck and erotically chew at her increasingly aroused boobs, Barbara thumbed her panties from her hips and ass. She stooped slightly to work them down her thighs, then lifted one knee after the other to work them the rest of the way off.
Her movements drew Dwight's attention to the fact that her pussy was now exposed and accessible. He forgot about her delicious tits for the moment and slid an exploring right hand up between her thighs.
His fingers came to her pussy and easily stroked to and fro over her swelling folds. Her level of excitement had been growing steadily, but now it surged almost out of control. Getting into all this, Barbara had mainly been concerned with teaching Rachel some kind of lesson, but Dwight was a sexy man in his own right and she did have some special feelings for him. It was a kick to be with him like this, to have him touch her.
Not letting him go too far too fast, however, Barbara put her hands on Dwight's shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. She went forward with him, her knees sliding over his parted thighs and catching on the edge of the bed. She lay her body on top of his, rocking her hips from side to side to rub across his incredibly hard dick. She still had her shoes on, toes hooked on the insides of his lower thighs.
"Ever had Rachel on top of you?" she asked.
"No, never."
"Then you're in for a treat."
In deliberate fashion, Barbara shifted her body for-ward, rising somewhat on thighs and arms. Her pubic bush slid up the underside of his cock as the shaft strained against her.
Teasingly she slid back down against his cock, tickling him with her patch of hair and tantalizing him with her twat. She slithered past his base and wiggled her hips to move against his balls. His meat throbbed hotly against her belly.
"Fuck me," Dwight breathed, imploringly. "God, fuck me before I go crazy."
"I will," she promised, continuing to slip up and down against him. She swished her hips while passing over his prick.
Dwight's hands came to her tits and squeezed. "You're a vixen," he snarled affectionately. "You're bad and you're beautiful. I can't believe what I've been missing out on all these years."
"Hasn't Rachel ever tried to do this for you? Or even suggested it?"
"No, unfortunately: She never seemed the type. Or maybe it's partly my fault. I was always the eager one, always taking the lead. Maybe she thought I wasn't interested in anything else. And I wasn't, to be fair, until now."
"Maybe you spoiled her," Barbara said, though she didn't really consider it a possibility. "Maybe all she wants is to lie back and let you do all the work." True or not, it was a useful thought to put into his head.
"Maybe you'll spoil me," he said to that.
"Maybe," she answered, and wiggled swiftly up and down his underside. His cock responded with a lasting flex.
"But I hope you're not trying to steal me away from her permanently," he said then. "I don't know if I could leave her. For anyone."
That was kind of what Barbara had thought, but she had considered going for a full-fledged steal. That would really teach Rachel a lesson, and it would give Dwight a real wife, someone worthy of his affection and who would return it in kind. But he was just too devoted to what he had now.
Still, Barbara was working on it, doing what she could to balance the scales of her outraged sense of justice and fair play.
"I'm just looking for some fun," Barbara answered. "With the nicest guy I know."
He grinned, seeming both flattered and pleased, but less so when he spoke. "Is that the most fun you can think of? Why don't you try me on the inside?"
"Why don't I," Barbara answered brightly.
Now she rocked far enough forward to allow Dwight's cockhead to rise between her widely parted thighs, but not so far that she lost contact with his erection. The shaft rose with its tip against Barbara, sliding over her clit and against the lines of her pussy lips.
Tilting her pelvis, Barbara centered herself on the point of Dwight's prick. Then, deliberately, she pressed against the unyielding glans atop the rigid pole and felt her cunt open around it.
Dwight inhaled a deep breath, his chest expanding against Barbara's tits. She had to take a breath herself, steadying her system against the excitement that was suddenly churning through it. Her pussy twitched and tingled as she forced it open around Dwight's rod.
Abruptly, Dwight's hips lifted and the last inches of his prick lunged into her chute. He groaned in a strained but elated voice, drowning out Barbara's gasp of arousal. She crooned further pleasure and shook her body in elation, bouncing her tits on his chest.
"Now we're getting there," she enthused.
Dwight's hands played down her flanks and settled on her ass with a firm, open-fingered hold. "It's so different," he marveled. "So sexy."
"I haven't even started fucking yet," she reminded.
"I don't know how much I can take before you have me shooting my wad."
"I want your wad. I want it shooting up inside me and running out along my walls, scalding me and greasing me and drowning my clit."
"Well, you're in the driver's seat. What are you waiting for?"
Barbara pushed down on his raised hips, sinking his ass into the bedding. Grinding around on him with much of her weight, she rooted him there. Then she lifted her body from his, gliding up his rigid length with smoothness and precision. She didn't stop until the stretched lips of her cunt had slipped past the ridge of his glans.
She slid down Dwight's cock with the same slick ease and wiggled her ass onto his hips and balls. Without missing a beat, she started her upward motion and continued rubbing herself up and down on his terrific length.
Her pace picked up and slowed down, depending on her mood and the effect it had on Dwight. She had her hips sway as she rose and fell, or rotate, or shift to and fro, boldly working his wand around inside her.
Her open hands smoothed over the front of Dwight's body, caressing him. For a time she bowed low and ran her tits up and down over his chest as she rocked to and fro on his pecker.
"Am I bad enough for you?" she purred.
"You're the baddest. Any badder and you'd scare me away."
"I wouldn't want that."
"Neither would I."
"Mmmmm, flattery. That oughta get you a little extra effort." And to show what she meant, she pushed her-self upright, brought her knees up one after the other as she kicked high heels in under her ass and held herself in a squatting position on top of him.
She leaned forward halfway, slowly, planting hands on his chest. Her eyes brimming with erotic promise, she deliberately raised her jutting backside, her greased, hot cunt slithering up his organ. Then, with the same patient slowness, she lowered back onto him.
The next upward slide was faster, and the one after that faster still. She kept on adding to the pace, like an engine revving up. Finally, her cunt was rushing up and jamming down, her ass working with heated pumping motions, her cheeks, slapping onto his hips, the flesh of her cheeks juggling with every collision.
"Mmmm," Dwight groaned, squirming under her in some kind of wonderful torment. "Oh, oh, oh," he went on, his head twisting from side to side. His hands went tremblingly to her knees.
Disappointingly, to them both, Barbara's stamina gave out before she could take him all the way. Next time, she promised herself. Next time.
She changed gears and method of attack in one motion, pushing herself upright at the same time. She slid her hips forward and strained his cock out of her twat. Shifting back, she scooped his length up into her steamy depths again. She milked him with more of these sexy rocking motions, then tried it side to side.
She was a newly discovered delight to him, and it was a pleasure to watch his thrilled responses. She wanted to make sure he had a very good idea of what she was like, and was showing off a little, but he was getting the massage. It was her pleasure to oblige.
She liked Dwight. Maybe in some small way she loved him. Certainly she cared for him, felt he was entitled to certain things, and if Rachel wouldn't provide them she would.
Thinking this, she began to have second thoughts about telling Rachel about this conquest of hers. She had hoped to hurt Rachel with the news and to try to shock the woman into doing something to show more appreciation for the man who was housing and clothing and feeding her.
Why not delay that a while, she thought now. Why not play this out into a hot affair? She and Dwight were getting along so well it would be a shame to send him back to Rachel so soon. Besides, this way Rachel would be playing the unsuspecting fool, and the longer the role lasted the more it would hurt when the truth came out -- and the more Barbara would like it.
The matter settled in her mind, Barbara leaned back from Dwight. She placed her hands on his outreaching thighs for balance and support, and started grinding her hips up and down with the most freedom of movement she had yet enjoyed with him.
He came up onto his elbows and gazed down between her parted folded legs, to where her cunt was swallowing and spewing out his slick cock meat over and over, tirelessly and with seeming effortlessness.
"I'm on fire," he told her. "I can't take much more."
"Neither can I," she gasped.
"Fuck me," he said. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop."
"Not for anything," she breathed. "You don't know how good you feel inside me. I love your cock."
Talking about it seemed to excite her more, and make her lunge faster up and down. Her body arched dramatically as she jammed down harder and harder around Dwight's upright pecker. She was grunting with effort and excitement, going out of control and sweeping him along in her wake.
Her pumping chute sucked his juices and brought them jetting up his pipe in spurt after spurt. The hot blasts inside her triggered Barbara's own climax, and though her body spasmed and her legs shook and her nether region quaked in vivid responses, she continued to pump him with her grasping pussy.
Barbara threw herself forward and toppled onto his deep-breathing, moaning body, her hips grinding in circles over his, her pussy oozing with hot, mingled juices and spent cock. Their mouths found one another and joined together, naturally and perfectly and deliciously.
Rachel be damned, Barbara thought. This man is too good for her!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Six weeks passed.
For Rachel they were good weeks. Barbara was apparently behaving herself, Dwight was safe and secure in her pocket, and she,, had Sean to fill her empty hours, not to mention tier empty cunt.
Then came the typewritten note in the mail, informing her that Dwight was having an affair with someone she knew, and had been for some time.
They had been a good six weeks for Patti as well. She had moved into her new house, a comfortable L-shaped place on a quiet, friendly street. She'd managed to find an especially friendly couple, who in their own unknowing way were helping her forget her longing for Barbara. A good six weeks, until she came home one evening to find a very angry Rachel on her doorstep.
"Now what is the meaning of this?" Rachel demanded once they had gotten inside and she had shown Patti the note.
Patti read it again, stone-faced. "Have you checked it out?" she asked.
"Are you telling me you don't know anything about it?" Rachel asked.
Patti said again she should have checked it out for herself.
"Why? So you'll know whether to lie or not? What's going on, Patti? I thought we had a deal."
"We did."
"Well?"
Patti refolded the note and handed it back to Rachel. And she said, "Somehow Barbara found out. She came to me, offering a different deal."
"You bitch."
"I know. It was wrong. Probably just as wrong as agreeing to spy on your husband, if not more so. But I ... I couldn't resist."
"It must have been some offer."
"You might not think so. I did."
"So they are having an affair," Rachel said, simply stating what she had known to be true from the start.
"I guess you could call it that. They see each other a couple or three times a week, never for very long. I think it's mostly sex."
"Sex?"
"She called to make a date one day and I asked her how things were going. We talked a little. That was the impression I got. I guess she does something for him, judging from the way he leaves the office, and comes back."
Something, but what? Were they talking about the same Dwight? What could he possibly be doing with that slut that he couldn't do at home? Or thought he couldn't do.
"You don't think they've gotten very serious?" Rachel asked then.
"I'm only guessing, but I don't think so."
"I hope for your sake that you're right, Patti," Rachel said. "Because if you wind up costing me my marriage, there's gonna be hell to pay."
"If I cost you your marriage?" Patti responded in-credulously. "I didn't steal him. And it wasn't my job to keep him satisfied at hone."
"That's enough," Rachel snapped. "We had a bargain and you double-crossed me. You're in no position to judge."
"All right, I owe you one. What do you want?"
"I don't know yet. But somehow you're going to help end this little affair, and when I figure out how, you'll be the first to know. In the meantime, I wouldn't let Barbara find out I'm onto her if I were you. I just wouldn't."
Furious and frightened, Rachel managed to get home without having a car accident, which was no easy feat. The worst part was, despite what Patti had said, she didn't know how far gone Dwight was. Too far to get back? How was she even going to try? Where was she going to start?
And it was all such a shock. Dwight cheating on her? Incredible. Not only that he had the desire, but also the nerve to take one small chance of hurting her.
Suddenly it was a world turned upside down, and Rachel didn't know what to do. She could show him the note, but what if he denied it? And after all this time with Barbara, what if he had been convinced of Rachel's sinful past? No, that was no good.
Working at a drink, she sought other options. Divorce was one, but it was not considered. Dwight was no longer the same man she had married, but he would still be a man worth having if she could get his attention back and hold it. It would be a tougher job than it had been before, but she was game. There was enough at stake to make it worth her while, from security to pride to principle. And who knew? Maybe even love.
She didn't know if he still cared for her, but she cared for him, or loved him -- wanted him, at least. The feeling had been there all along. It had taken the threat of losing him to make her realize it.
No, that wasn't quite true. What had been there all along was the hope that he would someday turn into something more than he had been, into someone bolder and stronger, someone she could trust.
It looked like that change had finally happened. Purely by accident, a maybe one in a million chance, but there it was. She had not married a strong man, but rather the potential of one, and now that potential had been realized. She just hoped it didn't cost her the guy at the same time.
Well, that was up to her. Dwight still came home at night, so there was still a chance. She would just have to make the most of it, starting tonight!
After dinner, after Dwight had taken care of some office paperwork in the den, Rachel joined him on the couch, where he was watching television. She watched with him, legs tucked up almost under her on the seat, perched next to him but not against him. Her right arm was extended along the back of the couch, her fingers occasionally touching the nape of his neck or idly plucking at the hair on the back of his head.
The show ended and he asked if she wanted to watch anything else and she said no. He turned the set off and said then, "How about some music?"
"How about a little chat?" she suggested.
"What's on your mind?"
"I'm curious about something."
"What?
"Well, at the risk of sounding insecure, have I been all you wanted as a wife?"
"That's an odd question."
"I'm sure every wife wonders, especially after she's been married for a few years, and when she wants to make sure she stays a wife. A good wife."
"I see," Dwight said, though he seemed slightly taken aback by her question, probably wondering about the significance of its timing.
"I don't know if you think any changes are in order," Rachel said then, "but if there are, I'd be happy to try to make them."
"Changes?"
"Anything you wish was different about us, about me."
"Oh hell, I don't know."
"Well, if anything comes to mind, don't be shy. Remember, I asked for it." Smiling, she leaned over then and kissed him on the cheek. "Believe I'll turn in early," she said. "See you."
She got up and ambled out of the living room, thinking it had been as good a start as she could have hoped for. She would leave the next step up to him.
Dwight came through without any further prompting from her, as it turned out. When he finally came up to bed and quietly stripped to his shorts, she could see that he was trying to work something out in his mind -- like just how to put something to her. She waited, head on her pillow, gazing in his direction as he sat on his side of the bed.
Finally, he looked at her over a shoulder. "Did you mean it?" he asked. "What you said downstairs?"
"Of course. Think of something?"
"Well, sort of."
She pushed herself up onto an elbow to listen.
"It has to do with our sex life," he said.
"Don't be shy," she said softly.
"I might like it if we were more, I don't know, adventurous."
"You want to do it to me in the kitchen sometime?" she said lightly.
"Or, you could do it to me," he responded.
"That would be adventurous," Rachel remarked approvingly. "You'd like it if I were more assertive? More imaginative?"
"Yes. I think I would."
"All right," she said to that. "Let's give it a try. Why don't you get naked for me and see what I can come up with?"
Dwight stood turned to face her. He pushed his shorts down and off. On the bed, Rachel rolled onto her knees facing him. She tossed the covers toward the foot of the bed and watched him move onto the open space, lounging on one elbow.
Rachel grasped the hem of her nightie and peeled it up her body. She lifted it off and cast it aside. She shifted closer to him and settled ass-on-heels on the mattress. She reached out with her left hand and touched the inside of his bottom thigh, easing it up toward his hip.
Inside she was coming alive with a whole new brand of excitement. It was different from being with other men. It was more, somehow. It seemed to have extra meaning.
It was also different from being with the Dwight of the past, which was the difference that really counted. She no longer felt she was taking a step down to be with her husband. Unwittingly but effectively he had hiked him-self up to her level.
He was no longer the doting lamb, no longer content to take care of everything and suspect nothing -- no longer sure to have eyes, or cock, for only her. No longer expecting passiveness from her.
Some women would have considered this change in him a loss, but not Rachel, not when it set her free in his bed, enabling her to carnally express herself to him, with him. Also, it meant she could stop sneaking around and going through the trouble to find new lovers. Not when it meant his own new open-mindedness and assertiveness would be sure to carry over to his own sexual expression, especially now that she had a chance to bring out the animal in him. She wouldn't have to feel she was letting him fuck her anymore. She would feel not an ounce of resistance.
Dwight's slow-growing cock had fallen from between his thighs to droop over the front of the hip he was resting on. It gave a spurt of growth when Rachel's fingers came to it and another as she took it into a warm grip.
Dwight lay down on his pillow, rolling onto his back. Rachel's hand stayed with his penis, squeezing and manipulating the pliant tube, then gently pulling at it with milking motions, drawing more and more hardness and size into the shaft.
"It's fun to make you hard," Rachel smiled.
"It's fun to be made hard."
"Do you want me to use my mouth?"
"Yes."
"Good," she glinted slyly, and bowed low across him. She took her hand away from his rubbery pecker as she slipped the velvet ring of her lips down around it. She went to his base and lifted her head with a gentle but insistent pull. She was careful not to show too much expertise this first time around, despite what he might have known or suspected. Why give him reason to suspect anything?
She rested one hand on his balls and moved the other one over the front of his body as she continued the slow-motion bob of her head. She crowded her tongue up against the near side of his stiffening shaft and rubbed him intimately as she sucked.
He became erect in her mouth, and with a few rein-forcing pulls of her mouth, Rachel slipped her roving hand onto the base. She squeezed her lips over the tip and slowly jacked her fist up and down on the glistening rod as she turned her gaze up his body.
"I could get on top of you now," she said.
"That'd be great."
"Not yet," she answered, giving him a wink.
"I think you're getting the hang of this," he said after a laugh.
"I'm gonna spend all kinds of time thinking up ways to please you," she promised. "To dazzle you, thrill you, turn you on so good...."
"What am I turning you into?" he wondered.
"Just the wife you want. And the one I want to be."
"You're making me feel guilty," he said to that. "Have I been a good husband to you? The one you wanted?"
She kissed the underside of his cockhead. "You're the best," she answered. She kissed his cock lower down. "You've got it all." Another wet smooch, lower still. "I love you."
Before a beat could pass she lifted her head and clamped her mouth back onto Dwight's dick and swooped hungrily down on him. It was going great. She couldn't help but feel that Barbara was halfway out the window as far as Dwight was concerned. This kind of action had to be what he was getting from the bitch, and why would he continue to go to her for it if he could get it at home?
Cuddling his balls in nimble fingers and continuing to smooth her other hand over his body as she fellated him, Rachel felt his hand on her ass. She shifted her backside into easier reach, welcoming the contact and thrilling to the feel of his fingers running through her anal cleft and flirting onto her pussy. His erection tensed in her mouth.
His flighty fingers suddenly seemed to hone in on her pussy. Going by feel alone, he found her center slit and rubbed along it until, with lips swollen, it held open by itself. Then he ventured inward.
Even his touch was different. It had lost its tentative quality. It was now sure and bold.
Normally an affair would cause a wife to lose a lot of feeling for her husband, including respect. For Rachel it had just the opposite effect. It had shown her that Dwight had nerve, and it had opened his mind and had given him confidence, enabling him to see Rachel in a more realistic perspective. It ha been the best thing that could have happened for both of them.
And to think how Rachel had worked to keep it from happening. And Now Barbara was the one who had made it happen. Kind of gaffing, that.
Dwight dug a finger into Rachel's chute and stroked bit by bit to the hilt. Then he twisted his digit and twirled it, then slowly jiggled in and out.
Rachel moaned, feeling her juices become unleashed in her tunnel. She sucked harder on his pecker and pulled at the hair on his chest. She wiggled her backside against her husband's hand.
She allowed him a few moments of fingering her pussy. After that she couldn't deny either of them any longer. She withdrew from his cock with a smooching sound and crawled astride him, his finger slipping from her chute as she turned to face him.
"Hold it for me," she said to him, and he gripped his erection at its base, pointing the tip up at her crotch.
She pried her pussy wide open with her fingers and slid her legs apart to lower her body. She then slipped her cunt onto Dwight's glans and beyond, bringing her knees in against his flanks, and lowered farther by folding her legs tighter together. Slowly, smoothly, Rachel next went all the way down on Dwight's cock as she pulled his hand to her breasts and he groped them.
"Is this what you want?" she asked with a knowing grin.
"It's a terrific start," he responded.
"Wanna see what I can do?"
"Now?"
"Now."
"Yeah. Show me. Do it to me."
And she did.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rachel sent Dwight off to work the next morning, then gave some thought to what she was going to say to Barbara later. She had two ways to go, vindictive or tolerant, but found herself in too good a mood to get nasty.
"Don't be surprised when Dwight starts becoming harder to get hold of," Rachel advised in a pleasant tone after confronting Barbara in her living room later that morning. "Or when he drops you altogether."
"Oh?"
"You can tell I'm aware of your little affair with my husband, and you know if I don't like something I fix it. You and Dwight are just about finished, Barbara, I promise you."
"You think so?"
"I don't know what you hoped to accomplish by stealing my husband, but what you've done is hand him to me on a silver platter. He's mine now, for keeps. And I'm his."
For the first time Barbara appeared interested in what Rachel was saying. "You are?" she asked.
Yes."
"Well then," Barbara said in a tone of satisfaction. "I've done what I set out to do."
"What?"
"I never wanted to steal Dwight, just open your eyes to a few things, make you appreciate what you've got."
"Wait a minutes," Rachel said to this. "You fucked my husband and now you're telling me you were doing me a favor? Bullshit."
"Not just a favor. I wanted to teach you a lesson or two. Hurt you a little. You haven't been the best of wives, you know."
"What gall! Who made you judge, jury and executioner? What made it any of your business?"
"I just couldn't stand by while you used him like you were. And you were, don't try to deny it."
"Sounds like you used him pretty good yourself."
"Maybe I did. But it was all in a good cause."
"You really expect me to believe all this? That you didn't ever want him for yourself?"
"That's crazy."
"Then prove it."
"How?"
"Let's not wait for Dwight to break it off with you. Let's make it easy for him. You break it off with him."
"I will," Barbara, "when I'm sure about you and this sudden fidelity of yours."
"Oh no. Today if possible, tomorrow at the latest. You're so hot to improve my marriage. Prove it. Or you're lying. Or, I might start playing dirty. Remember what I said about fixing things I don't like."
"You're not going to scare me, Rachel."
"Don't let a little success with Patti fool you. Fight me nose to nose and I'll win. But why should it come to that? Before I know it, you and Dwight will be old news. Right?"
Rachel smiled confidently at a silent Barbara, turned and walked out.
Next came a visit to Sean. She told him it was over between them. He seemed hurt, but more in the libido than the heart. She gave him a pretty well practices consoling pep-talk, kissed him on the cheek and left. That was that.
In the afternoon, Rachel arranged for a limo to pick her up at the house and take her into town. She had the driver park and wait in front of her husband's office building while she went inside.
Her first encounter was with Patti, who regarded her in a wary sort of way as she approached the young blonde's desk.
"Guess what?" Rachel said cheerfully.
"What?"
"I'm letting you off the hook," Rachel informed, leaning casually on Patti's desk. "No hard feelings, no recriminations. Things couldn't have worked out as good as they have without you. I'm even wondering if I should thank you for double-crossing me."
"You're serious."
"Totally. But, there is one little favor you could do for me."
"Yes?"
"Would you mind giving Barbara a call? I have a feeling she's going to need some companionship in the near future."
"I don't know if she'd want to hear from me."
"You never know until you try. You are interested in her, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Then why sit here on your duff? See what you can make happen. Now, where's Dwight? Busy?"
"Far from it. He's in his office."
Rachel breezed in and collected her husband, and he left the office a little early that day. Outside, she walked him to the waiting limo.
"You wanted adventure," she said to him, "you're going to get it."
Tinted windows all the way around afforded all the privacy they could want. There was plenty of leg room and with a low seat and high roof, plenty of head room too.
With Rachel having instructed the driver to take the long way home, they got under way. She had also arranged for a bottle of champagne in a bucket. Laughingly, Dwight popped its cork.
Rachel snuggled close on the seat. Crossing her legs, she hooked her nyloned shank over Dwight's leg. The hem of her red dress hiked higher on her thighs. His hand settled on her top leg as he chinked glasses with her in a silent toast.
"You've really taken this to heart, haven't you?" he remarked. "Our change of direction, I mean."
"I guess I was ready for it myself," she responded. "God knows I'm having fun with it. You?"
"Plenty."
Rachel beamed and they kissed and had a few more sips of champagne, And smooched some more. Then Dwight said, "This is turning into a fun ride. I hope it'll last."
"As long as we want it to," Rachel answered.
Grinning, Dwight poured them each another glass of champagne. But soon the glasses were set aside and Rachel and Dwight found that all they wanted to taste was each other.
Their kisses were hungry, their tongues digging for greater intimacy. Rachel twisted closer to Dwight, wiring her arms about his neck.
As satisfying as the kisses were, they did not feed the growing hungers of either of their bodies. Rachel broke from Dwight at one point and pushed herself away from him on the seat.
"Get undressed," she said to him in a low voice. "I want to be naked with you -- now?
"I feel like I'm in a backseat at a drive-in," Dwight remarked, whipping off his jacket. "How sordid."
"I thought the change of scenery would do us both good," Rachel said, and bounced herself off the seat to yank her loosened dress up past her backside. She pushed it off and added, "I didn't know it would be this good."
Her under things were red too. Something about them caught Dwight's eye. "You look incredible," he gushed, sweeping hot eyes over her. "Leave the stockings on, though, would you? And the shoes?"
"Kinky," she said with acceptance. She got out of her bra and panties and, by then, Dwight was pushing down his shorts.
Dwight's cock was responding much faster than it had last night. It had filled out to the point where it was beginning to rise from between his thighs, the shaft nicely thick and the head flaring boldly.
Rachel slid her bare ass off the plush sat of the limo, sinking to her knees on the carpeted floor. Her tits warmed the outside of his thigh as she leaned over his lap.
She slid her tongue out and tickled the tip of his pecker with it. She ran the pointy end of her probe around and around on his glans. She puckered her lips and very lightly touched the end of the rising cock.
It strained and struggled toward her mouth. Teased and tantalized, it eagerly sought more intimate caresses from her. She kept pulling away but the cock kept managing to reach her extended tongue and lips again.
At last he was fully hardened, his cock standing straight up out of its next. Rachel's head was over him, her eyes gazing down his thick barrel, her tongue continuing to flutter and flick at his swollen cockhead.
Then in the passing of a heartbeat, her tongue pulled away and her lips were around him, sliding down over the broad ridge and the shaft beyond. His meaty cock disappeared into her elastic mouth and throat, and she twisted the velvet ring of her gripping lips against the base of the shaft.
Today she didn't feel like holding back. Let him think what he wanted, if he was capable of thinking anything right then. He was her husband, and she wasn't going to let anything interfere with his pleasure, or her own raunchy inclinations.
Dwight made amused, moaning sounds as Rachel began to fellate him. He seemed to go slack in a sprawling sort of way on the seat, a man in utter surrender to erotic bliss.
Rachel ran her mouth over his length with luscious pulls and sexy slides, scrubbing him up and down and sideways with her nimble tongue. She gobbled him in and released him reluctantly, and did it over and over.
Finally Dwight's hand ran into her hair and lifted her head away from him, pushing her mouth from his cock. "Let's make sure we're on a two-way street," he said to her. "Let's see how we are at taking care of each other at the same time."
"That would only be fair," she smiled, delighted that in his eagerness for change he hadn't forgotten how to be giving. "Why don't you lie down on your back?" she suggested. "Make some room for things to happen."
He twisted his legs away from her and did indeed lie down on his back across the seat. Rachel backed up on her knees on the floor, then climbed up to straddle his shoulders with her thighs and plant her hands to either side of his hips.
Over him on all fours, she crouched lower, softly settling her spread pussy folds on his waiting mouth and running her tongue down the underside of his back-slanted shaft.
For the first time in her marriage she was meeting Dwight halfway. Doing as much for him as he was doing for her, and at the same time. She couldn't imagine anything feeling more right, either emotionally or physically or sexually.
Dwight's tongue passed with a wide stroke over the stretched folds of Rachel's twat and continued to lick at her, between juicy, open-mouthed kisses. He was not holding back either, and his extramarital experience seemed to have taught him a new trick or two. He was going at her in a delicious new way.
Barbara had been good for Dwight as well as the marriage itself, but Rachel wasn't sorry to be cutting the woman out of the picture. In fact, what she was doing now was part of the process -- the hotter she was for Dwight the less he would want to be with Barbara, if he did at all.
It wasn't that Rachel didn't appreciate the favor. She did. But Barbara hadn't meant her actions to be taken that way entirely, and, besides, what wife wanted a third wheel for any length of time? Not Rachel.
Rachel sank her mouth around Dwight's fuck pole and went on sucking him for endless, thrill-packed moments. She swayed over him, smearing his mouth with her wetness as he played his tongue in and out and around her streaming twat. The movement of the smooth-riding limousine was like a magic carpet for them both.
"Having a good time?" Rachel asked in a throaty voice, handling his hard-on in a sliding hand.
"Very good."
"Too good to fuck me for a while?"
"HMmmm," he responded. "Maybe we should try as much as we can. We can't afford to keep this ride forever."
"We'll save it for special occasions," she smiled, and lifted herself from him. She moved off of the seat again, getting down on her hands and knees on the floor. "Let's do it this way first."
"Yeah," Dwight enthused, scrambling over on the seat and down behind her.
Rachel lifted one leg onto the seat to open herself for him. She arched her back, exposing her pussy from underneath, giving him the most vulnerable target she could.
He made a direct hit on his first try, his spearhead plowing into her tunnel and sinking into her depths without stopping.
Rachel groaned, then crooned, "Oh, that's just what I needed." She wiggled her ass against Dwight's hips and pushed back against him. He pushed forward. Playfully, she gave him another shove with her backside, and he pushed back. Now she let him retreat on his own and he did. They had begun to fuck.
Rachel shifted her upper body over that end of the seat and pillowed a cheek on her crossed forearms. She moaned with enjoyment and said, "I love this."
"You love what?"
"All of it. You and me together in this big car, naked, your cock in my pussy, giving me those long, smooth slides...."
"Why don't you give me some?" he suggested. "Make it a perfect picture."
She smiling obliged, starting to rock to and fro against the motions of his hips and cock, the two of them sliding their organs together and apart in an easy, age-old rhythm.
"I love it too," Dwight said.
"You think it'll keep on getting better?" she said dreamily. "In the long run, I mean?"
"Can it?"
"Might be fun to find out."
"Might be," he allowed. "It just might be."
"Hi," Patti said warmly, calling form the office, just ready to leave.
"Hello," Barbara answered, somewhat aloof.
"How are you? How are things?"
"What makes you ask?"
"Just curious. I've been thinking about you lately...."
"In what way?"
"Personal."
"Patti, I told you I wasn't interested."
"I know, but I have a feeling you can be persuaded otherwise. Especially if you ever get tired of Dwight or, no offense, he gets tired of you."
"Don't count on that happening."
"Oh?"
"I think it'll be a while before I'm done with Dwight."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I see. Well, if anything comes up to change that, give me a call. We could go places, you and I. If we start clean."
"Sure, but don't count on it. I've got plans."
"Feel like cumming yet?" Rachel asked sexily.
"I'm afraid if I say yes you'll stop," Dwight replied.
"You're right," she said. "I think I'll stop anyway, just in case."
And with that she pulled herself off of his hard-on and lurched up onto her end of the seat, turning to face him with pure vixen in her eyes.
"Okay," he smiled back. "I'll wait. Come back when you're ready." He pushed himself up off the floor and sat on his side of the car.
"Meet me in the middle and I'll ride you," she suggested.
"I'm much too easy," he said to that, and slid over.
Rachel moved to meet him. She straddled his hips and pointed his prick straight up and she wiggled down onto it. Tucking her folded, nyloned shanks in on his flanks, she leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, her stiffened nipples burning on his chest until his palms came up to cover them. She lifted and lowered on his cock.
"How did you get to be so wild and wicked all of a sudden?" he murmured, kissing at her face and neck.
"It was always there. It just needed the right time to come out."
His hands swept down and around to her ass. "I'm sorry it took so long."
She giggled. "So am I. But we can make up for it, can't we?"
"I'm for that."
Gripping his shoulders, Rachel worked up and down, rubbing and scraping over Dwight's hard-on with her gripping, feverish chute. With building arousal, she eagerly jammed herself down on him.
"Fantastic," he breathed, and in a fit of passion hooked an arm about her waist and toppled them both to one side. He pushed himself and pulled her with him away from one wall and settled lightly on top of her across the seat.
Rachel immediately wrapped arms and legs around him and welcomed the sudden, unleashed thrusts of his cock and the hungering jabs of his tongue. His passion claimed her and swept her along, sometimes seeming to race with her own.
His cock plunged in and out of her deeps with tireless energy. Her hips lifted and twisted, grinding her in-flamed cunt at the unyielding, terrific hardness.
"Yes," she breathed excitedly. "Yes, yes, this is it. Do it to me! Cum with me ... inside me. Now baby, now, now, now!"
Dwight's crazed thrusting paid double dividends as his balls erupted into her suddenly clamping, spasming core. Their bodies rammed at one another below the waist with uncontrollable force, Rachel's nyloned legs kicking at the air.
Enraptured, satisfied, they began to calm, inside and out, and settle cuddled together.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Dwight called to say he wanted to see her, and that they had to talk, Barbara knew what was coming. And she was ready. He chose the time and she picked the place -- the same hotel room where they had first gotten together. He arrived just after one in the after-noon.
"I think I would have preferred somewhere else," he said candidly.
"I know," Barbara answered, moving onto the bed, adopting a come-hither lounging position. She had on a slinky white dress and high heels. Her legs, with plenty showing, were bare.
"You know?"
"You're here to dump me, aren't you?" she said without malice.
She surprised him, but he recovered. "I wouldn't put it quite that way," he said.
"No matter. I intend to talk you out of it. Or at least to prove something."
"What?"
"That I can have you, despite your supposed commitment to your wife."
"There's nothing supposed about it."
"How nice for both of you." She patted a space in front of her on the bed. "Come tell me all about it."
He hesitated, but then to prove he was not afraid of her, or himself, he went over and sat down, facing her. She shifted closer, more around in front of him, but seemed to only want to listen.
"Rachel's changed," he said. "She actually seems interested in taking care of me."
"I wonder what came over her," Barbara said.
"Well, it might have something to do with an anonymous note I sent her, say that I was having an affair."
"You what?"
"I had begun to have my doubts about her. I wanted to see how she'd react, what she'd do about it, if any-thing."
"And?"
"I expected her to confront me, but she didn't. She apparently assumed it was true, and that she was at fault, and ever since has been trying to win me back. She's been doing a heck of a job of it too."
"Well, aren't you the clever dick."
"I have to admit it has turned out rather well. And that's why I shouldn't go on seeing you. She wants me, and it's making me want her all over gain."
"I want you too," Barbara said.
"I'm sorry."
She lay her head down on a pillow, gazing up at him. "Are you sure it's you she wants, or is she just protecting her future?"
"Don't be catty."
"I'm serious. I know her in ways that you don't. Think about it."
"What are you trying to do? Break up the marriage?"
"No. Keep her, if you want her. Just be careful. Don't go back to where she can start taking you for granted again."
"Again?"
"You didn't feel it? Why did you let me seduce you then? Where did your doubts come from?"
"I guess you're right. I did feel taken for granted."
"You were too devoted to her. There has to be a balance of give and take in a marriage and you were putting it out of whack. Right now you sound in danger of going back to that."
"You're telling me to be more selfish."
"Not selfish, exactly. Just be more of your own per-son."
"And I should do that by continuing this affair, huh?"
"We don't have to see each other every week. Just every now and then, just to keep you from getting swept away by Rachel's dubious charms."
"You seem angry with her," he observed. "Are you sure you're not just trying to get back at her for some-thing?"
Perceptive rascal, Barbara though. But the less said about her motivations the better. Not that she had them all sorted out yet, although she did know that she wasn't going to be ordered around by Rachel, and she wasn't ever going to let the bitch get away with anything where Dwight was concerned.
"We have had a falling out," Barbara answered. "But that's between her and me. As for wanting you in my bed, well, you don't really think there's anything phony about that, do you? And you don't think I'm faking it, do you?"
He considered her as if from a distance. "Just every now and then, huh?"
"Now sounds especially good."
"It'd be dirty. A bad thing to do to Rachel."
"If she's forgiven you for one affair, she'll forgive you for another -- if she finds out."
"Isn't that taking her for granted?"
"You could always write her another note."
Dwight showed a wry grin. "You've got an answer for everything. Is that why we wind up in bed each time we have a serious talk?"
"We wind up in bed because we're hot for each other. This conversation is just a springboard. We seem to need excuses or reasons to actually do it."
"It'd be simpler if we didn't care."
"We're doing okay."
His eyes appeared to consider her again, rather intimately this time around. A half-smile on his lips, he slowly bent down and kissed her on the mouth, softly, taking a sample of her tempting offer.
"You're a bad girl," he murmured, "bringing a married man to a hotel room and luring him into bed. Making him want things he shouldn't want, and forget things he should remember. You're a very bad girl."
"I must be. I'm not wearing anything under this dress."
"Damn," he whispered. "I knew it."
"I'd rather not be wearing anything."
"Me too."
Barbara rolled over onto her stomach, close to him. Her leg was bent, tilting her hips, showing off her ass. "Unzip me," she breathed.
He pulled the zipper to her waist, then reached up to grasp each shoulder of the dress and peel it down. Barbara twisted and rocked and lifted portions of her body and helped him work the dress off.
Naked to her heels, she rolled onto her side. There was a smile on her face as her sharp eyes darted over Dwight's clothed form. "Now you," she purred.
He stood beside the bed and undressed. Barbara watched, her head remaining fixed as she rolled onto her back and slid the fingers of one hand down onto her pubic mound, eagerly caressing herself.
She felt wonderful. She had outsmarted Rachel, and in her own way was standing up to the bitch. She was helping make up for all the cheating Rachel had done on Dwight. She was helping to keep Dwight from being taken advantage of. And she was getting a piece of him for herself, which may have been what she'd really wanted all along.
His cock was almost erect when he joined her on the bed. She felt it harden between their bodies as they lay together on their sides, legs entwined, arms embracing, mouths fused together. She forgot about Rachel then, and ulterior motives, and let the sweet, rich feelings of being naked in the arms of a sexy man wash over her.
Barbara ground her pubic mound against Dwight's shaft, causing it to burn hotter and stronger. His arms pulled at her with increasing lust, his mouth hungering for her.
She managed to make enough room between them for her hand to slide onto Dwight's hard-on. "I like that cock," she said against his lips. "I can't explain. When-ever I get near it I just want to fuck."
"Then fuck," he breathed.
"Not yet. I want to play with you first." She slid her hand off his shaft and onto his balls, and cradled them in open fingers.
"Two can play at that game," Dwight responded, his hand brushing down between Barbara's thighs. She parted them for him and he worked caressing fingers over the responsive folds of her pussy.
They had had all different kinds of moments together, from passionate to shameful, from patient to ardent quickies. The best were this kind, where it was easy going and open and carefree. Barbara couldn't recall the last time she'd giggled in bed, before Dwight, but it was delicious to go back to it. Dwight liked it too, she could tell.
She brought her clutching fingers up from Dwight's nuts and curled them about his shaft again. She whisked them up and down on his pecker, the friction making soft rasping noises, the sexy sound of skin on skin.
Dwight's hand was silent, with Barbara making the sexy sounds. Her throat gurgled and crooned with all kinds of delight, and she gasped with pleasure when he sank a bold finger into her moistened lining.
His deep-reaching digit twirled and twisted with purposeful strokes inside her, stirring up wilder and wilder excitement. Her hips wouldn't hold still on the bed, and her hand started pulled at Dwight's pecker with a purposefulness of its own.
"You want it?" he said against her ear.
"I want it," she answered. "Mmmmm, do I want it."
He moved and was in position on top of her. Barbara kicked her legs up on either side of his body, her knees coming most of the way to his shoulders, her feet in the air.
His hands slipped from her twat and she drew his raging hard-on toward her totally vulnerable, waiting hole. When first contact was made, Barbara moved the tip up and down her outer furrow, rubbing her pussy lips with the hot smoothness of his glans.
She then centered his cockhead in the lower part of her outer slit and held her fingers against his shaft, as if to guide him straight into her when he pressed forward. His sweaty balls slid into her grasp as he sank into her chute, and she applied light squeezes to them. Her hips lifted and she ground herself against Dwight where they joined together, seeking every last fraction of his length.
"Ohhh," she said in a hush, and Dwight kissed her mouth, a firm kiss she answered with a fiery one of her own.
"Fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck me so I can cum all over you."
He claimed her anew with another kiss, his body undulating into action. His cock went dragging way up out of Barbara, only to come plunging in again and again and again.
A lewd grin spread her lips, and his. "You're good," she said. "You're very good."
"We're good," he corrected.
"I almost want to ask if it's as good as with Rachel."
"Don't get any ambitions now," he cautioned easily.
"You're persuasive, but I'm going to stay married."
"It's gonna be rough for me, having to get by without you for days on end."
"You should look for someone else to fill in the empty spaces."
"You wouldn't be trying to get rid of me, would you?" she teased.
"Just trying to help."
"Got anyone in mind for me?"
"I trust your judgment. You do have excellent taste, after all."
She smiled widely. "I do, don't I."
Dwight picked up the slowed-down pace and ran his hard length into Barbara in a series of deliciously provocative thrusts. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight as he rocked her to her very soul with his virile fucking. An impassioned whine rose out of her throat, capping off with a rasping cry and a dramatic twist of her head.
Dwight went slower and she seemed to calm. She wriggled under him, her ass hunching up at his driving hips, bucking against him to find out what else she could provoke from him.
He maintained control, drawing out the kicks for them both. It wasn't really fucking unless it was made to last. Together they reveled in the age-old rhythms and the tireless pleasures of good fucking.
"Change," Barbara said suddenly, without saying to what.
Dwight pushed himself up and away from her, his cock withdrawing in the process. His ass settled on his heels and he watched Barbara swing a leg over and bounce up onto all fours in front of him, kicking her lower legs back to flank his.
Dwight went erect on his knees and easily slid his cock into Barbara from behind. She breathed a phrase of approval and wriggled into motion, rocking to and fro on his extended rail.
Dwight joined in on the fun, sliding his hips to and fro, gliding his pecker in and out of her moving cunt. But as he grew more excited he became less satisfied with position and the action itself. There had to be some-thing that would add to it.
He put an open hand on Barbara's lower back and pushed. At the same time he pressed forward with his hips and succeeded in pushing her down flat on her stomach, with him on top.
Well, not totally flat. Her hand and shoulders were up, her sumptuous body curving down to a raised back-side that was shifting from side to side against Dwight's pressing pelvis.
Dwight was up on straight arms over her, his hips hitting her ass cheeks as he ground his cockmeat at her depths. Barbara clutched at the bedding with spread fingers, a lewd grin on her face. Her feet rose into the air and twirled in lazy circles behind Dwight.
"You took me by surprise this time," Barbara murmured. "You're getting quite a sense of initiative."
"Ladies seem to like it."
"Dwight Studly -- that's what we should call you."
"Careful -- the kind of talk will go to my head."
"That would be awful. I better shut up. Better yet, you shut me up."
His hips pulled well away from the clefted cushion of her ass and swooped down and into the meaty crescents, his cockshaft surging deep into her streaming lining. She groaned in speechless pleasure.
He continued with long, hard drives, jiggling the flesh of her writhing haunches with every collision. Barbara squirmed under him, writhing on his pumping joystick, pushing herself at its every forward slide, wanting more, more, more.
Dwight poured it on and soon had Barbara whimpering, "Oh baby, this is great. I think this is gonna make it happen for me. Yeah, I know it is."
"Me too," Dwight responded in near breathlessness. His thrusting hips and ass only worked harder, faster.
Barbara squealed with rising pleasure, her nether region pumping almost frantically against Dwight. Her breath rasped out of her throat in quick bursts.
"Give it to me, give it to me," she panted.
The torrid friction inflamed their loins and built the inner pressure to the boiling point. Amidst quaking anticipation the cap came off with a terrific surge of climactic energy, leading a chain-reaction of explosions that blasted through their straining bodies with breath-taking force.
Spasming and jerking out of control, and hunching and bucking with urgent fuck strokes, Barbara and Dwight claimed mutual completion in all its searing, blinding glory. Then Dwight rolled onto his side, pulling Barbara onto her side in front of him, and they rested together.
Barbara watched him dress, thinking how he would now go back to Rachel's bed, but not minding too much. She was even ready to give the bitch the benefit of the doubt and allow that Rachel might be playing it all on the level with Dwight. But she knew that she would never fully trust Rachel, and she would go on making sure in her own way that Rachel wasn't getting away with anything. It was a lousy way for two friends to wind up, and she wasn't altogether sure what had started it or why it had started, but there it was.
She would goon seeing Dwight, from time to time, for reasons both ulterior and pure, never able to give him up or claim him completely for her own, for reasons both obvious and obscure. But what was she going to do in the meantime?
Dwight straightened his tie in front of the mirror and pulled on his jacket, then came over to sit again on the now rumpled bed. He bent over and kissed Barbara softly on the lips.
"I'll call you in a week or two," she said warmly.
"And I'll come running," he said resignedly.
"Until then," she answered, and watched him get up and leave with one vaguely anticipating look back over his shoulder. Then she went back to wondering about the meantime and Patti kept insinuating herself into Barbara's thoughts. She remembered the call she had gotten the other day, the offer of friendship and more.
Hell, she decided, she had done worse things, and reached for the phone to dial Patti's office number. Why should Rachel have all the fun!
