This is a story of a housewife's struggle to regain her identity after a divorce. It was the last thing she'd ever expected and is heartbroken.
Unable to settle the conflict in her head between what she thinks is right and the desire in her body, she seduces a young boy.
This boy, initially frightened and unsure begins to comfort her and quench at least part of her flaming passions. It comes to an unexpected halt.
It is also a story about the struggle to realize her sexual talents, which have long remained dormant thanks to an uncaring husband.
She finds that she is capable of seducing just about any man she wants. But she is forced to drop her lover for he is a friend of her son's.
In order to not cause the boy further upheaval she must leave her young lover and come to terms with her passion. She experiences new things.
However her relationship outside of the boy is not as good as her affair with her son's friend. She finds herself drawn back to him.
This time he is a lusty cock who has been spurred on the sexual heights from her first seduction They find themselves mad for one another.
She can no longer resist her urge for the. boy. They are happy and carefree and share one another's bodies with a passion she has never known.
She is alive again and enjoying life. She feels young again and revels in her new-found talents. She becomes obsessed with the boy.
They are lost in a world of their own as each becomes the target of the other's deepest fantasies.
Archive Note: The vast number of misspellings in this text are exactly as they appeared in the original pocketbook.
CHAPTER ONE
Jean lit a cigarette with shaking fingers and waited for the doorbell to ring. She fluffed the pillows on her plush couch and bent to pick up a few crumbs off the deep shag rug and place them in the ash tray. Then she walked over to the picture window and pushed the curtains to the side and looked out.
What was keeping him? The detective she had hired was five minutes late. It was after two o'clock in the afternoon and her son David would be arriving home from school in about a half hour and she shuddered at the thought ' of having to explain to him the detective's presence.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a beat our station wagon turn the corner and park in front of the house. He got out and walked toward the house and she heard the bell ring. She crushed the cigarette and answered the door.
"What kept you?"
"I had to have these pictures developed."
He entered and took and envelope out of the breast pocket of his shaggy suit and threw it on the coffee table. He sat down without removing his hat and lit a cigarette and groped for an ash tray.
"Your suspicions were right," he said, "your husband is fooling around."
"Do you have proof?" A long ash fell from her cigarette and fell to the carpet without her noticing. She took a long draw on it with her trembling fingers.
"Look in the envelope."
Her face was ashen and she picked it up with her heart pounding. It was a long moment before her shaking fingers could remove the contents. They were photographs of her husband and another woman.
"Where did you take them."
"I followed the pair of them from a motel out on route 9 to a bar out in Queens. I took these shots without them noticing with a small camera."
She thumbed through the set of photographs with sweaty fingers. One shot had them raising their glasses in a toast. Another pictured her husband Gil kissing his female companion with both their eyes closed. How could he have done this to her?
She crushed out her cigarette and lit another.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Meyers, but you hired me to do a job and I did it."
"And you seen them come from a motel?"
"That's right."
Her knees were weak and she had to sit down. She was hurt and confused at the same time. She rememberd how they used to love and go sailing together on warm summer days. She couldn't believe he would destroy their memories for a tart. She lost control of herself and started to cry.
The detective watched her from across the couch as she raised her hands to cover her sobbing face. Not a bad looking broad, he thought. Wouldn't mind taking her for a tumble or two.
"Take it easy, Mrs. Meyers. I've seen this kind of thing before. He'll drop her in a flash when he gets tired of her."
If he was trying to comfort her he was doing a bad job. To think that her husband could value love so cheaply made her feel worse. Would he lie to her when she confronted him with it?
"You don't understand. Robert always worked late at the office. Or at least that's what he told me. Now it looks like he was lying to me all along."
"This is better than not knowing, isn't it?"
She had to wonder about that. Supposed she didn't say anything to Robert about it at all and tried to patch things up undercover, so to speak.
She heard herself mutter somewhat unconsciously, "Did they seem close to one another."
The detective remembered how the man and the slut had played stinkfinger under the table in the bar. He could tell the tart was red in the face and was nibbling his ear. He chose his words carefully to spare her feelings.
"No more so than any other couple out on a date."
"Did he take her home, do you know?"
"Yes. And it looked like she was seeing him on the sly because he dropped her off around the corner."
The only reason he would be with this woman, then, was because she was younger. She picked up the pictures again and looked at them through wet eyes.
She was cute in a way. She had blond hair and blue eyes and wore too much make up for her taste. Her blouse was very low cut and one shot showed Robert fixedly staring at her ample breasts.
The detective fidgeted in his chair and cleared his throat to get her attention away from the photographs that nailed her husband. There was the matter of being paid and he didn't really feel like dotting about with this one's hurt and scorn.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Meyers, but I'm a professional and can view these things with an objective eye. Your husbands just on a mad fling trying to make himself feel young again. It's no big thing."
How could he say that. Doesn't a person's feelings count for anything anymore. Those beautiful winters in their log cabin up at the gorge were now just splattered fragments in her memory. The knowledge of his cheating had killed her faith in the truth and replaced it with a dull, painful acceptance.
She pulled herself together.
"Yes, well, it's my problem now. How much do I owe you?"
"Let's see. A hundred dollars a day for two days, plus expenses comes to two-fifty."
She got up and found her purse and counted the money out onto the table in front of him. It had cost her two-hundred and fifty dollars to find out her life was in shambles.
"Thanks," he said, and stuck out a grubby paw and pocketed the money in a flash.
"If you ever need me again you know where to get in touch, right?"
He stared her down to see how she would react to his hidden intentions. She was an attractive bitch, one of those cultured ladies who went to bridge lunches and was active on the PTA. With her hubby out fucking about she must be lonely.
"No thanks. I shan't be needing you ever again, I'm sure."
She went to the door and opened it to let him out. It was getting late and David her son would be home from school any minute. She perished the thought of him seeing the detective now that she knew the truth.
"Goodbye," she said.
He brushed past her and grazed one of her breasts with his open coat as if in a rush to get by her. But she backed away. Either she wasn't lonely or she was just stubborn.
"Don't feel badly, Jean, some men don't know how good they have it."
"I'll be okay. Thanks for the nice words."
He bent forward a little and he tried a pass. The thought of him combined with his smelly odor revolted her and she pushed him away. They were all the same, these men. They were all out for one thing and one thing only.
"You better leave this minute. How dare you."
"Sorry. It was worth a try," and he stepped out.
She slammed the door and was wringing her hands as she walked to the photos and retrieved them before David came home. God knows what he would think if he saw them.
Now that the detective was gone she was free to express her emotions. She weeped uncontrollably. Memories of the past were flodding her head. Only last month they had planned a Hawaiian trip that Robert had forward to for years.
It was when he had suddenly backed out of it and rather non-chalantly brushed it off that her suspicions were aroused. They had lost the deposit for the travel agency who warned them that their reservations were exclusive and it would be months till another booking.
She rifles through the pictures and examined them again. What a dispicable thing for him to do to her. What if someone they knew had seen them? How would she explain it and what could she possibly say to make herself not feel like a fool?
The pictures were revolting. She had to vomit. She took long deep breaths and this always helped to calm her nerves. In her hands were the photos that were getting clammy from her sweaty palm. She couldn't resist looking at them though they made her sick to her stomach.
Atop the stack was the one catching them in a lover's embrace. She remembered that the lewd detective had stated they acted like any other pair of lovers. Almost against her will she felt a tingle spark between her legs and register in her consciousness.
Jean was a chaste woman of impeccable character. At boarding school the girls jokingly referred to her as 'the last of a dying breed'. But that was alright. She couldn't fathom giving her self to someone who didn't value the strength of her enormous will to love.
Lately her husband's loving attentions had dropped off to practically nothing. If he had been fooling around all those other times at least he hadn't deprived her sexually like he did this time. She couldn't remember the last time they had made love. She was becoming more conscious of her sex organs each passing day that she lived unfulfilled.
She tried very hard to ignore the feeling in her clitoris as she viewed their warm embrace in the picture but it was impossible. She clamped her legs more tightly together to try and get rid of it but this only inflamed her more. Then she heard the door open and quickly shoved the photos under the cushion of the couch.
"Hi, mom," she heard her son say.
"Hello, David, who's your friend."
"Mom this is Ronny. Ronny, my mother. I told him it was alright for us to use the pool. Boy, is it hot."
The boy came over to her and very respectfully held out his hand to clasp it in friendship.
"Don't get up," he said, "I'm very pleased to meet you."
She drew herself together and spoke to him.
"Hello Ronnie. Are you in the same class as David?"
"Just in science. We were assigned a project during a lab session and did very well. David and I have a lot in common."
"Yeah, we both like to swim," her son said smiling. "Come on, Ron, I have a pair of trunks that you can wear."
"And make sure to put the filter on. You know how your father likes to keep it clean."
She still thought about him in the same old way, that was obvious. She cared about the things he liked and the memories they shared together. She sighed forgetting that the boys were still present in the room.
"Is anything wrong mom?"
"No, David, I'll be okay. Just an attack of the blues. Once I make myself busy I'll be alright. You two run along and be careful."
She watched them leave and depart to David's room to change their clothes. Ronnie was a big boy for seventeen and though he was the same age as her son he towered over him. He was at least six feet and had a very sturdy build. She couldn't help but notice that his jeans were very tight and his shirt was open baring the little hair on his chest. He had a dark complexion and combed his jet black hair straight back and very neat.
She thought to herself that David's extra pair of swimming trunks would never fit him and went into the master bedroom to find a pair of her husbands that would be closer to his size. But when she went to the dresser their wedding picture caught her gaze and the tears began to well up in her eyes.
"Robert, how could you, how could you," she heard herself say as she sat down on the bed and dried her eyes so that the boys wouldn't notice. It was a miracle they hadn't mentioned anything about her eyes being red but it was only natural for boys to be lost in their own world and interests.
At the bottom of the bed was her trunk stuffed with all her little girl things from when she was a child. She looked at it and remembered how they had first met. It was at a concert which both their schools had been invited and she thought back to what a gentleman he was when an anxious man had bullied past her and stole her seat.
Robert was so suave and command of the situation and politley told him that the seat was taken. Something in the way he had said it convinced the man that there was more behind his words than just hot air. He was so chivalrous and handsome that when he offered to buy her a Playbill she could hardly resist not saying yes. Then they spent a wonderful evening together and he called her the next day and it had been the two of them ever since.
But it was all changed now. Everything he had ever said to her must be re-evaluated on the basis of what she had just learned. She was eighteen when they were married. Her mother's objections were quickly squelched when she discovered that he was from the Prendergast family, the one that owned the shipping line, year old son that was a year away from graduation. She had good friends and a varied social life that kept her in touch with all levels of the best in culture and would enjoy the both of them spending Sunday afternoons at the museum.
She went to the closet and touched his clothes . They were all fine garments made of the best material. Robert always liked being well-dressed and that was one of the things that endeared her to him.
Robert wasn't fond of wearing his wedding ring because he said that he just didn't like to wear rings generally. Now everything he ever said was in doubt, and she played with the lovely, shining object in her nervous hand. She was crying again when the phone rang.
She went to the night table and picked it up.
"Hello, Jean?"
It was Robert. She stopped her crying so he wouldn't hear it. She couldn't help but smile. Maybe somehow he had sensed that something was wrong and he called. With everything she was still glad to hear from him.
"Honey, is that you?"
"Yes, I'm calling from the office. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be working late and won't be home for dinner."
Her heart dropped. She felt lost and all alone. Did he think she was a fool? She fought to contain her composure and decided to play it nice.
"Oh honey, not tonight. I need you so badly. I miss you."
"I'm sorry dear, but you know how it gets with this production schedule I have to meet. If I don't deliver the goods by the fifteenth the importer will drop us."
"But just this once can't you make an exception." Then she hesitated and against her better judgement said, "Do it for me, please."
"Now don't be a child, Jean, I have to work late. It's not like I want to."
There wasn't a note in his voice that would indicate that anything was awry. She still held his wedding band in her shaky hand-clutched it as if to send a wave of love across to him over the distance. He did not receive the transmission.
"Don't do this to me, Robert," she said with desperation.
"Do what. What are you talking about?"
She couldn't go on with his deceptive tactics. For an instant she had felt like telling him she had found him out. But the feel of his wedding ring in her hand brought back those memories of their love which she couldn't forget.
"Nothing," she said. "We'll talk about it tomorrow on your day off."
"Oh honey, that's another thing. Ralph can't take the Chicago trip and I'm going to have to go in his place. Sorry, but it's just business. You understand."
"Yes, I understand," she heard herself say, and then she hung up.
She was frozen in her place as her mind raced back to the days they were so happy to just be with one another. She remembered the day they had made love on a small island they had found just for themselves one day while out sailing. She was disturbed from her reveries by the gleeful shouts of the boys out by the pool.
She lit another cigarette and walked over to the window and looked out at her son and his school friend. The boy was throwing David passes with the football and she noticed that the swimming trunks he had on were much too small for him. Unconsciously she focused on the bulge in his crotch and remembered what she had come into the bedroom for Robert didn't even bother to come home that night. He called once again and said that he was so tired he was going to sleep at the office and then catch his plane in the morning. Jean was so defeated she offered no resistance and accepted her fate. That night she tossed and turned in bed as the pictures kept racing across her consciousness and stopped her from getting any peace. The picture in her mind the most was the one of him and his lover passionately kissing.
She tried to repress her thoughts but they haunted her like a bad dream. She remembered how the striking pose had aroused her against her will and fought to wipe the urges from her brain.
But she was so lonely. If only Robert would return to her at that instant she would forget everything just to have him by her side. Thinking of them making love filled her with longing. She couldn't help herself and put her hand down to her vagina.
She had never masturbated before. At boarding school the girls would joke about how they were so horny they would take care of it by rubbing their clitoris. It had only been during her husbands painful abscence that she had become aware of the spot at all.
Carefully she placed her fingers through her pubic hairs and reached the little protuberance at the top of her vagina. She parted the lips with her ring and index fingers and lightly rubbed her clitoris with her middle finger.
It had been so long the last time her and Robert had made love. She rubbed her clitoris a little harder and considered putting a finger inside her vagina. The rubbing made her feel better and she thought of the picture of the two lovers kissing in the bar infatuated with one another.
It felt so good she began to strum her clitoris with two fingers. Suddenly the scene of his son's friend standing by the pool in his too small bulging trunks flashed through her head.
With that thought on her mind she put her long finger into her vagina and moved it in and out. Her husband and her lover must be making love this very minute and that thought spurred the motion of her fingers.
She kept both the picture and the day's scene on her mind as she fingered herself. Soon she came and the vibration of orgasm rang through her body.
She couldn't believe what she had done. She felt awful for having performed a dirty act. It was the first time she had never masturbated and to think she had accomplished the task by thinking of her husband and her lover now made her sick.
She had masturbated with them on her mind and the young friend of her son's and the feeling made her feel evil and wracked with guilt. What had she done? How could she live with herself, she wondered.
In her lonely desperation she got up from the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. There were tiny lines under her eyes and small bags under her chin. Otherwise the ravages of time had been good to her.
She stared at herself and tried to rationalize the guilt that was throbbing through her. She did not deserve this. Life was unduly cruel. She watched the tears well up in her eyes and then sobbed in convulsive gasps. She stood there with both hands holding her face as the feelings of desperation and shame pulsed through her brain.
CHAPTER TWO
The weekend had been very difficult for Jean Meyers and she passed all the hours alone patiently waiting for her husbands return. She prepared his favorite dinner of wine and veal and had topped with a fine dessert of cherrie jubilee.
She was determined not to give up what was hers without a fight. If it was his lover's charms that kept him away from her she would test its strength with her own beauty. In deference to David she didn't dress seductively but attractively.
She wore a white blouse and tweed skirt with a pair of low heels.
"What's the occasion, mom," said David.
"It's just that your father's been away for awhile and I thought we'd celebrate his return."
Recently the family dinner table had been anything but cordial. Robert was usually gruff and wolfed his food as if in a hurry to leave the table. Years ago they had cherished their time together and would laugh and enjoy themselves while eating.
She wanted to make that real again, to give him a feeling of contentment that his lover couldn't compete with. Her thoughts stopped when she heard his key in the door and he entered.
She rushed to him.
"Hello darling, how was your trip."
And she kissed him on the lips before he could answer but not too hard because David was present. Then he said:
"Not too well, I'm afraid. I have to go back tomorrow."
The news hit her hard and showed on her face. Her husband either ignored it or just didn't care.
"What's for dinner. I'm starved." She tried to play her part with a mask on her face. She was hurt and attempted to hide it.
"Your favorite. Veal basked in wine and a nice dessert of cherries jubilee."
"Hi, Dad."
"Oh, hello David. How's school."
It seemed to Jean that her husband was feigning mock interest and could really care less about his son's school work. Nevertheless, she didn't drop her guard and prepared to be on her best behavior for Robert was acting surly and irritable.
"Come sit down," she said, "while I get dinner."
They ate in relative silence. Everyonce in a while Jean interrupted the deadly air with an innocent question about his work though careful not to probe him about his recent trip.
"I don't feel like talking about work," he said finally. "Change the subject."
To David it seemed like his mother was trying to be sweet but his father was in no mood. He felt sorry for he because he saw how lonely she had been this weekend wished that his father would lighten up.
"Hey, Dad, there's a big game on T.V. tonight. Care to watch it?"
"Sounds great."
Jean had hoped that David would stay in his room tonight so that she and his father could have some time alone. But Robert had anxiously agreed and there was nothing she could do about it.
"You two boys should spend more time together," Jean graciously offered. "With all this running around everybody does it's a wonder we're still a family at all."
"How's the social set these days, Jean. Have you seen Laura lately."
"No, I haven't made a bridge club in months. Too busy I guess."
"You should get out more often. It would do you could."
So that you can never come home, she resisted saying. She was determined to accept every rebuff in the hope that he would reconsider her.
"I will. But I hoped that tonight we could stay home. You're leaving again tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, it can't be helped. Hope you don't mind."
What matter if she did.
"Hey, you can visit her tonight if you'd like, while me and David catch the game."
"No, that's all right. I suppose I could put up with it for a little while."
Thankfully he didn't prod her to get out of the house after that. They finished dinner and relaxed in the living room and had dessert in front of the set. It was a boring game and Jean put up with it for the sake of her marriage.
They whooped it up during the game about this play and that as Jean faked her interest. Finally it was over and David went to bed and they were left to themselves.
"Boy, am I tired. It was a rough trip. I think I'm going to hit the sack too."
"Wait a minute, honey, let's sit here and talk."
"About what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Why don't we go to a show when you get back. How long is it for anyway?"
"I don't know yet. It may be as much as a few days or perhaps two weeks. I'll have to call you from Chicago when I find out."
Probably everything depended on whether that blond hussy could re-arrange her own schedule to avoid whoever it was she might be ducking to make time with Robert.
But Jean held her stance like a true warrior and never uttered a foul word.
"Then we'll have to make the best of things tonight, won't we love."
She got closer to him and hugged him in her arms. It had been very long since they had touched and he felt good in her arms. Then she kissed him.
"What's got into you. I've never seen you act like this before."
"A woman's prerogative to change, isn't it? Robert, I love you. Do you love me."
"Of course, what makes you ask a silly question like that."
"It's been a long time since, you know, we made love."
Even now it was difficult for Jean to be frank like this. She always kept her passion bottled up and behind closed doors.
"Make love to me, dear, won't you."
"I'm really tired Jean. I don't think I could hack it."
Then she did something she thought she would never do. She reached around to his crotch and rubbed her hand over his penis.
"Cut that out, Jean, you're acting like a schoolgirl."
But she was desperate to gain his attention and didn't stop. She thought to herself what it was the other one did for him that he neglected his wife for her. She began unbuckling his belt.
"Jean, stop that," but he offered no physical resistance."
"Kiss me," she said.
He kissed her and she met his advance with all the power in her body. Robert was breathless from her embrace and she continued unbuckling his belt.
"I never seen you like this Jean."
"It was always there for you. All you have to do is ask."
They both settled into one another's arms. Robert was holding her close to him now and kissing very heavily. Jean took out his cock from his pants and gently massaged it.
"Wait, David. Suppose should get up?"
But Jean was so hungry for sexual nourishment that even the thought of her own son catching them in the act could sway her from her course.
"Jean, I don't know if I can. I'm awfully tired."
She looked down at his limp penis that she held in her hand. I guess she took every last bit of him this weekend, she thought. Well, she wasn't going to go down without a fight.
For the second time she did something that she never thought she would have the nerve to do. She bent her head down and kissed the head of his cock and then placed it in her mouth.
"Jean, what about David."
But she didn't stop. The taste of his member in her mouth was something she had forgotten it had been so long. To her prideful delight, she could feel his sturdy member begin to enlarge in her mouth.
Her husband began to settle back and enjoy the ride. Really, he was stunned. Jean never acted in this fashion even when she had been raised to the height of passion from his skilful touch. There was nothing he could do about it now, anyway. Her mouth raised his cock to full erection.
Jean gently nibbled the enlarged head and then ran her tongue along the shaft. She kissed his balls while her hand stroked his member and he was fully aroused.
He felt himself getting ready to come. So he slid her head off him and said:
"Okay, honey, you win. Let's go to bed where we can do this right."
They got up into the bedroom and completely undressed. He was really surprised at what was for Jean a wanton display. No sooner did they get on the bed that she sucked his cock heartily.
Normally he had to convince her to give him fellatio. This time she went down without the least bit of urging on his part. She was mouthing his instrument in her mouth and seemed to be enjoying it.
She jerked his cock with her hand while her mouth played with the tip. Finally he had enough and told her to lie on her back.
It had worked. She had her man back, at least for the moment. She settled on to her back and he massaged her loins which she liked. Then he lifted her legs and softly licked her vagina. Jean was so love starved she came with least bit of manipulation on his part.
"Darling, I'm coming. Aaah."
He continued lapping until he had drank the last drop of her dew. He rubbed his cock along the labia and gently rubbed it on her clitoris. Then he put his cock into her and she moaned in delight.
"Oooo, it feels so good. Do it faster honey." He put his full weight on her and his cock went all the way up her. She was ecstatic at his entry and held him close to her pulling his strong chest into her breasts whose nipples were swollen from passion.
She kissed him on the lips and left herself totally open for his sturdy rod. He trust himself into her and it sent little squeaks rushing out of her mouth. Suddenly, and without warning he pulled out.
"Turn over," he told her.
She complied unhesitatingly and raised up on her knees. He rubbed his cock on her outer walls and prepared to enter her from the back. Jean thought, if this is what he likes to do with her, so be it. I can do it too.
He put his cock into her and pumped it in and out. It was the first time she had felt like a woman in months and she met his rhythm with a motion of her own. Soon she came again.
"Ooooo, aaahh. That feels so good Robert, don't stop. Make me come again."
He couldn't believe his wife. She must really be horny to ask for it like this. Usually he had to fight her off to get her to fuck properly. But this time she was putty in his hands and raising him to a fever pitch. He lost control from her frenzied bucking and reverted to his most base instincts.
"Come on babe, move that ass."
She was perfectly submissive and did exactly as he asked. She braced herself with her hands and forced her vagina into his long hard cock. She was getting ready to come again and moved real fast to bring him to coming at the same time as her.
"Oh, I'm coming again. Aaaaaaaaa."
She thought that he was about to come when he took his cock out of her. Instead, he took the head and rubbed it on her asshole. Then he tried to put it in her small anus.
"Oh no, don't do that Robert. Please."
But he was beside himself with passion, no doubt remembering the exercises that he and his lover we're used to performing. He ignored her Exhortation to stop and plunged his rod deeper into the small canal.
"No, Robert, gaaah, it's too his. It won't fit."
But she couldn't stop him. He was so hot that he forgot who she was and smacked the globes of her ass to bring her into submission.
The pain of entry was too much for her and she howled from the burning rod that seethed in her ass.
"Shut up or David will think that I'm killing you."
"You are. It's too big."
"It's your own fault. You got me started."
And her plunged deep into her bowels and left her impaled on his bloated cock. She stuck her fingers in her mouth to stifle her screams. In her tortured condition she thought to herself that this is what that blond whore gives him that I won't.
As her tore into her exposed flank the thought that she was mere substitute for the other harlot made her angry. Robert was like a gorilla on her back and was acting like a beast. She began to wonder if he was worth her trouble.
"Hold still, I'm getting ready to come."
He was burning a hole in her. She gritted her teeth and accepted his blows like a saint. Each thrust seemed to take her love for him out of her and replace it with hate.
Like an animal he was pumping her. Finally with a heavy grunt he removed from her ass. That was more painful than anything that had come before.
He came in great gobs all over her buttocks. The lewd man spread her cheeks and made sure that the gooey extract dripped onto her ravaged anus. Then he fell in a heap along side of her and breathed easier.
He had performed the act without the least bit of worry about her feelings. She had been totally submissive to his whims and her reward had been this. Her uncaring husband merely turned over and went to sleep.
Jean's loined were afire from the brutal penetration her selfish husband had inflicted upon her. As she watched him snoring, seemingly perfectly content with himself, she had a change of heart. She shook him by the shoulder and woke him from his satisfying sleep.
"What's the matter," he said in a nasty tone.
This time she was in no mood to cater to his whims and let him have it.
"You do that kind of crazy thing to me and then you fall asleep? What kind of man are you?"
"You liked it didn't you."
"Not in the least."
"You were asking for it and you got it, that's all."
"Does that blond-haired whore like to do it for you too. That's where you got the idea, didn't you. That's what you do to her."
She had thrown all caution to the wind and had managed to blurt out the truth. If this was the price she had to pay to keep him he wasn't worth it. The truth stunned her husband and he lay next to her with his jaw agape. How the hell had she ever found out? Obviously she was a woman of considerable talent and he had underestimated her. He countered.
"You're crazy. It's a figment of your imagination."
"And I suppose these come from my imagination too."
She got out of bed and went to the dresser and removed the envelope that held the evidence.
"Take a look at those, lover boy."
He opened the packet and the contents fell out onto the bed where his wife had been lying. He was caught dead to rights. The first picture was one of him passionately kissing Felicia.
He struggled in his head to find some excuse that would explain the entire affair. But he was speechless, perhaps even a little bit ashamed at his performance it bed tonight.
"What do you want me to do about it," he said finally.
"I really don't care anymore Robert, what you do," the memory of his brutal rape of her asshole lingering in her loins. "Heaven help her."
This put him on the defensive.
"If you had behaved like this more often I wouldn't have had to go to her in the first place."
She was livid at that remark. How dare he submit her to that kind of punishment and then accuse her of a lack of sexual charm.
"Robert, you need help. This isn't normal. You should see a psychiatrist."
"A doctor wouldn't help. I need a woman. A real woman," he emphasized.
"You mean a slut. Well, I won't stand for it. I want a divorce."
"A divorce, you got to be kidding. Your best years are over, honey. You better stick with what you've got."
She couldn't believe the last remark. There was not the least bit of remorse in him for the wrong he had done. She thought to herself how she had misjudged him all these years.
"I'd rather live alone than with an animal."
"Okay, if that's the way you want it. I'm leaving."
He got up and began to dress.
"Don't you dare leave. We have things to discuss."
"There's nothing to talk about. You've made up your mind."
"Where you going to , Chicago," she said in a mock tone.
"Don't press your luck Jean, I've had enough already."
"You dirty bastard. You'll leave me here alone after what you just did to me."
He had never heard her talk to him like that before. Never once would she use an expletive in conversation or even a heated argument.
"Watch your mouth bitch, don't have to take that from anyone."
"I'll make your life miserable for you, I swear it. I'll file for divorce. I ruin your reputation if I have to."
"Do whatever the fuck you please. I don't give a shit."
He rummaged around the bedroom looking for his clothes in the dark as if the shine of the light might reveal his shock at her ultimatum. So be it. He would call her bluff. She needed him more than he needed her.
"Robert, if you leave, so help me, I'll sue for divorce. I'm riot kidding."
He didn't answer and continued dressing. She was ranting now.
"Don't you dare leave me here like this."
"Fuck you."
The noise of their yelling had awakened David and he knocked on the door to see what was happening.
"Mom, Dad, is everything all right?"
She recovered herself just to answer her son. She didn't want him to know anything about what just happened.
"Yes, David, it's okay. Go back to sleep."
"Yes, son. Go back to bed."
They heard David leave and the door shut in his room. Her husband got his coat and went to the door to leave.
"Goodbye, Jean. I hope you know what you're doing."
"Go on, get out of here."
He turned his back on her and left the room. He heard the front door slam and knew he was gone. In her wildest thoughts she had never imagined a night like this. She was truly alone now.
She cried as she ran through her mind how cruel he had been to her. Her insides still burned from the scathing he had administered her rectum. Her whimpering transformed into large heavy sobs and she cried herself to sleep at night. She dreamt of demons who tried to singe her body with red hot pokers. She awoke at intervals during the night and her only rest would come when her tears drowned her back to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Jean straightened the hat on her head and checked her lipstick in the mirror. It was a cold gray day and she was dressing to meet Laura to go shopping. Then they might go to dinner and a show as David had a date and would be going out right after school.
She had been meeting Laura a lot for these afternoon excursions since she had broken up with Robert. The unfeeling brute hadn't even called her and she had decided to be cold-hearted toward him and make things as difficult as possible.
The door rang. It was Laura.
"Ready yet."
"In a minute. Let me get my coat."
"Francis' wedding is in two weeks and I need a pair of shoes to match my new blue dress."
The idea of going out without her husband was no longer foreign to the lonely housewife. She had become used to being flirted with and then warding off potential selfish men.
"I think I'll just wear something in my wardrobe."
It was necessary to be more conscious of money these days. She was dead serious about the divorce and planned to take as much for herself as the lawyer thought possible. The house would be nice, and the jewelry too, and possibly even the car as well.
They went shopping finally and couldn't find anything they liked. Then ducked into a little restaurant in the mall to mull the situation over. They sat down at one of the individually lit booths.
"Have you met Francis' fiance before," said Laura.
"Yes, at the engagement party."
"What does he look like."
"He's fat and bald but he has a lot of money. He has a sweet disposition though."
"I think my man would have to be nice looking for me to marry him."
"That's because you fairly well off financially."
"Most of the men I date are well off too. But there all interested in running around with other women and not settling down."
Jean thought of the time that she and her husband had spent the whole summer going cross country with just the two of them and David. They were a real family then. The world was a place full of spontaniety and miracles.
Lost in the dream Jean heard herself say, "I guess it's a matter of what you're willing to settle for."
"That's so true. I won't settle for any thing less than that one man who can satisfy all my needs and desires."
"But then one is doomed to a time of loneliness."
"Not really. In the meantime you can try different men that all together fill those gaps. Like Phil-I let take me to the opera and George and I enjoy skiing." Jean was so naive in those intimate matters in which her good friend seemed so proficient. It amazed her how she could seperate her emotions into tiny compartments. Jean felt that her time could only be devouted to one man. Don't these men demand personal favors in return?"
"I don't have sex with all of them if that's what you mean."
Jean thought back to the vulgar pass that the detective she hired had tried to make before she had thwarted his advances. The memory made her a little nauseous while at the same time it seemed to spark that now familiar itch that raced through her loins. She was confused.
"How do you avoid it. I mean how do you stop their advances and still have them coming back and keep their charm."
"A woman is not as powerless as you might think. A man can be held in check by the allure of the chase. The key is in being mysterious and hard to pin down."
Jean had known Laura all through high school and even then she was expert in getting the boy's attention. Strangely, one never heard that she was cheap nor did a reputation trail her. She was always smart and dignified and the men you saw her with were cultured and polite.
"How do you mean mysterious?"
"A woman should be like a business man with her emotions. I try to be seductive only some of the time. You know, when I think there's a chance for a good relationship as well."
"And then what happens if it doesn't work out."
Jean could see by Laura's crossed eyebrows that her question had accidentally hit a nerve. She forgot that Laura had a break-up herself not long ago with a man she had agreed to live with in the hope of one day getting married.
"You start all over again, what else."
The thing Jean really liked about her was that Laura would never let her attitude show that her stance was thrown. She was a great spiritual help to her at this time in her life and she didn't mean to hurt her.
"You know, Jean, a woman has needs also that she has every right to satisfy regardless of what people think."
Jean felt that familiar twitch between her legs. What people thought meant a lot to her. She suddered at the thought of what David might think of her should she live with a man.
Laura had no children and she didn't want to hurt her feelings by bringing up the problem of setting an example. She changed the subject.
"Oh well, let's finish up and get out of her. It's getting late."
"You know Jean, it wouldn't be so bad for to have a fling. You're a great looking woman and you should enjoy yourself. Forget about that lout and have a good time."
If only it was as easy as she made it sound Every night she was haunted by dreams of the both of them making frantic love behind her back. And how many others had there been. She dismissed the thought.
Then left and shoped a little longer until Laura found the shoes she was looking for. Jean thought they were much too high and flashy but Laura had different tastes. They decided to take in a movie.
It was a love story entitled, "About Mrs. Allison," and it was about a lonely middle-aged woman who falls in love with an airplane pilot during World War Two. She is happy for the first time in her life. Then the war ends and she is in Times Square during the celebration. She is celebrating like everyone else until she reads on the giant overhead Marquee that her husband has died in action.
It was a very sad movie and Jean was annoyed that they had seen it. She had wanted to go see, "The Times They Are A Changin' " with Charles Ranson. It was true that the movie had left Jean very depressed.
She got home around eleven and David was already asleep. She checked in on him. He was having a tough time adjusting to the situation. He wasn't eating well and he looked to her more and more for advice. He missed his father too.
She went to the bathroom and did her ablutions before retiring for bed and then put on her flannel nightgown. She snuggled underneath the covers and warmed herself between the sheets.
She thought about Laura and what she had said about being business-like with one's emotions and she couldn't buy it. The picture of her husband and her lover flashed through her head and her clitoris tingled.
She thought to herself that Robert and the blond were probably making passionate love right this very minute. His cruelty, still was unfathomable to her. Against her will she was still in love with him.
She wriggled underneath the covers and 'her flannel nightgown rubbed against her breasts. She imagined them all sweaty from their labors and their bodies glued to one another.
Laura was so blase about making it with just anyone who suited her needs. Jean's conscience could not permit sex without a sound relationship first. Still, her clitoris tingled more and more each day and she was becoming more introverted.
She tried to dismiss these thoughts from her mind but the will it took prevented her from dosing off. Finally she succumbed to sleep only when the images were freely flashing through her brain. Her last thought was the infamous picture of Roberts passionate kiss of his lover.
She swooned into a deep sleep that offered no respite from her tortured psychological state. Instead, now that consciousness was asleep, her worst fantasies sprung from the hidden dungeons of her unconscious. She dreamt that Robert and the blond were in the hotel and they were making love like wild beasts. He was furiously fucking her and beating her body around and she was asking for more. In fact, she was begging him to treat her roughly.
"Oh love, call me dirty names and treat me like the lowest whore in creation."
"Dirty, son of a bitchen cunt, whore!"
"Oh."
He thrust into her with powerful strokes of his sturdy member. She begged for more and he called her a tramp and harlot. The woman clearly enjoyed being called that for she panted at each slanderous name.
"Fuck me harder," she insisted.
"I'll ram it down your throat."
"Oh, yes. Beat me."
He grabbed her ample breasts and squeezed them tightly. She moaned in pleasure and pulled him to her and feverishly scratched his back with her long, sharp fingernails.
Then without warning he pulled off her and they changed positions. They were fucking like dogs now with her on the bottom and he laying into her with his powerful torso.
She reached underneath him and cupped his balls in his hand to draw him closer to her. He came all the way out with his cock and shoved it back in to the hilt.
She responded by bracing her hands and bucking backwards to meet his thrusts with her own rhythms. She was panting and raving at his violations, and she told him to slap her thighs and make them red.
He did and she moved faster to meet his rthudding pelvis. She still had his hands on his balls. Suddenly Jean's consciousness sprung to attention and she was awake. Her body was covered in sweat.
What was happening to her? This was insane. She was dreaming of her husband and another woman who was beseeching him to beat her into submission. The idea revolted her and she ran to the bathroom to throw up.
She felt a little better after that and went and sat on the bed. She turned on the light and felt her flannel gown. It was wet from sweat but she was warm and it wasn't so bad. She was exhausted from her wretching and fell backwards and went immediately back to sleep.
Her mind drifted to the same scene as before. The were fucking like mad and she was exhorting him on. Unconsciously a finger went down to Jean's vagina and sought out the clitoris through the wet fabric. The action brought her back to her senses and she was awake.
What did it all mean, she tried to figure out. Was she enjoying the idea of her husband's lover being beaten by him? Or was she thrilled by the fact that the woman was getting off on the beating. Her mind was a maze of conflicting fellings and she had images of herself taking her place.
She thought of Robert fucking her from the back like that and slapping her ass. She imagined herself liking it and pushing into him hard. Her finger slipped to her clit and started dilating it. This time she kept it there and continued her thought.
"Fuck me, Robert, fuck me as hard as you can," she said.
"Move your ass you little slut."
"Yes, that's it. Call me dirty names." He slammed her with his hands and prick and she loved every minute of it. There was a delicious sensation in her cunt and she pulled her gown above her waist and placed a finger into her gash. She pumped it and thought of being manhandled by her husband.
She raised her legs wide and for a moment a pang of conscience made her look at herself from a distance and she stopped what she was doing. She took her finger out and tried to calm herself but it was no use. Flashes of Robert fucking her continued to flash through her brain.
She relented to her urge and put her finger back in and rised her legs to spread her gash wide. She hushed a sigh of delight and beat her finger in and out of its opening. She thought of Robert's dick in her cunt and then she thought of him fucking his blond lover.
Both thoughts fused in her mind and the picture of the three of them fucking rose to conscious attention. She imagined them both sucking on his cock, alternatingly licking their tongues on his large shaft. Then a shower of come washed their faces and they kissed one another with his wet sperm dangling from their lips.
Then she imagined Robert on top of her with his cock in her pussy while the blond licked his balls and pushed him into her with her hands. She passionately kissed him as he rammed her and she forced her tits into his mouth.
On the bed her body writhed and now she stuck two fingers in her wet vagina and vigorously pumped them in and out. With her other hand she played with a nipple, and she raised her ass higher.
She thought of her husband watching both she and the blond making lesbian love. They were in a sixty-nine position. Jean spread her lips and tongued her clit while sitting her open cunt on the woman's face. She sat on her and rubbed her pussy on it while she licked the girl's clit.
Three fingers plunged into her cunt as he imaged Robert fucking her dog style while the whore sucked her clit. She held her tits in her hands as his cock pelted her insides and the girl's tongue feverishly worked on her clit.
Once again the image changed and now she and her husband were beating the blond who was loving it immensely. She took advantage of the girl because she had stolen her husband and enjoyed teaching her a lesson. She lay on her back while Jean held her legs open and squeezed her tits and Robert fucked her asshole and slapped her thighs and scratched her clit.
Jean's fingers ran in and out of her gaping cunt and she stuck her ass up and forced her pelvis into her pumping hand. She felt around with the other and squeezed and patted the bulbous globes of her ass.
Now the image was of her and Robert all by themselves making love' on the small island they had found one day while out sailing. She remembered how he had been especially affectionate and had kissed her passionately as first step in a long foreplay.
She always liked being brought to intensity over a long moment and didn't like everything to happen quickly in the act of sex. When he cared her husband could be very good at this and it was one of the things she loved him for.
He rubbed his hand over her cunt and breasts and gently massaged her stomach. He kissed her on the neck and face and ran his tongue down to her breasts and mouthed her pert nipples.
He stayed there sucking both nipples until they were both hard and inflamed and then kissed her belly. He open her cunt with his hands and flicked at her clitoris and she breathed in ecstasy.
On the bed she was hypnotized by the glorious moment as it hovered in her brain. She took a hand and raised her breast to her mouth and darted her tongue on her nipple.
Robert went around to her front keeping his tongue on her clit and placing his head directing in front of her open pussy. Her tongued the clit and pushed his face onto the lips. She came.
"Oh, Robert. I'm coming. Aaah. It's so good."
She pushed her fingers into her gash with great force and bumped her clit with every blow. In her head Robert was mounting her and she felt his cock pierce her womb and bump against the back. Robert's cock and her plunging fingers were one and the same in her fevered state.
Robert plunged deeper and the first wave of orgasm hit her. She pushed into his cock while her fingers banged into her pussy. He started to come and she felt his warm bath mushroom in her body. Her fingers darted in and out and she let out a gasp as her orgasm grew in intensity.
She grabbed her tit and squeezed it tightly and her last plunge left her fingers embedded in her snatch. She closed her eyes and her breath rushed out as the last wave hit her body and the image of Robert's fucking released its final thrill. She relaxed onto the bed and with rasping breath.
She fell back to sleep for a short moment until the chill from her sweaty frame snapped her back to. She pulled her gown into place and stood up. She went to get a towel and dry herself off.
All this she did unconsciously for fear of thinking about what had just occurred. She busied her self re-arranging the bed as her conscience forced itself to the surface.
She began to feel ashamed for what she had just done. She imagined David catching her doing it and her cheeks blushed from embarrassment. Then the memory of what she had fantasized hit her.
She was afraid now also. She had not thought herself capable of such sordid desires. But these were her fantasies and no others, that was the toughest pill for her to accept.
She felt dirty and vile and had to stop herself from whimpering like a frightened child. She fought to keep her equilibrium and went downstairs to the kitchen to get something to drink.
She poured herself a small glass of milk and remembered the time when their son had first been born and Robert had been so loving and proud. Now he was gone and with someone else and she was left alone to mull over the past with a hopeless future in sight.
She finished the last of the milk. Her arms and legs were sweaty and she drifted back to the moment of her lustful action. She had responded to her own touch with a professionalism she previously thought beyond her knowledge.
She had plunged her fingers deep within herself while thinking of perverted scenes with herself and her husband's lover. The meaning escaped her. Was there something wrong with her?
Was it natural to feel and think these kind of events. Did they happen in the real world? She was lost in a maze of conflicting feelings and emotions and accidentally put the empty glass into the refrigerator. Then she closed the door and went back to bed.
But her dreams were filled with demons and monsters from another world. They were like problems that haunted her whever she might ry to escape. Once she succeeded in losing the beast in a crowd of people. But no sooner did she breath a sigh of relief then it attacked her from overhead and gobbled her up and swallowed her down its throat.
She erased it from her sleeping mind and this thime it was a dream of hell and the devil himself prodding her with a pitchfork. She tried to get a good look at his face but it was hidden in shadow. Finally a ray from a burning flame captured his head and she could see the face through the red haze.
The picture of that face bolted her up from the bed and she shook herself awake so she wouldn't fall back to sleep and see it again. Her gown was soaked and the first light of day creeped through the window.
CHAPTER FOUR
She awoke the next morning remarkably refreshed. Her body was less tense and her state of mind was ready for a new idea. She bathed and primped her self and prepared to meet the day with renewed vigor.
She made David his breakfast. He was very sleepy from the night before.
"Listen, you'd better get any notions of slacking off out of your head. Just because your father's gone doesn't mean you're on vacation from school."
"I had a date last night and I got in a little late."
"Well, from now on there will be no dating of Sunday nights, is that clear."
Jean had to get used to being strict with her son now that Robert wasn't around to correctly discipline him.
"Aw, mom."
"Aw, nothing. Monday is a school day and I want you in early the night before."
He ate his breakfast in silence. Lately his mother was impatient with him. Not like when Dad was around. He guessed she felt that with him gone she would have to play both roles.
"Have you seen Dad lately."
"No, and I don't plan to. The lawyer is handling everything."
"Is he going to come back."
His candor shook her a bit. She honestly didn't know but preferred to keep the front that his father no longer meant anything to her.
"I doubt it. Anyway, evem if he did it would be impossible for us to get back again. I'm sorry, David, but that's the truth."
He finished his breakfast and left saying that he would be back with Ronnie and they would be using the pool this afternoon. The demons that haunted her the night before slowly faded from her mind and she busied herself with the day's chores and then went for a short walk.
She occupied her time by window shopping and noticed how sexy the style of the dresses had become these days. She saw a nice, white outfit that she really liked but the neck was too low.
The thought of wearing it embarrassed her but then she remembered what her friend Laura had suggested about being business-like with one's emotions. If she was to get back into the dating scene she would have to play the game according to the new rules.
She arrived back at the house to prepare dinner for David and found both him and Ronnie already. Home they were out by the pool and David had a football and was throwing him passes. Ronnie would dive from the board and catch the ball while in midair and then safely fall into the blue-chlorinated water.
She watched them frolic and giggle from the kitchen window as she sliced the onions into small pieces. Then Ronnie got out of the pool and she got a good look at his glistening frame.
The boy was dressed in his own trunks and Jean eyes drifted to the seemly bulge that protruded from his crotch. Even with the correct size suit it left a rounded edge she couldn't help but notice.
Her thoughts drifted back to her sexual exercise the night before but when his picture flashed in her brain totally nude she quickly dismissed it.
It was impossible for Jean to bear such thoughts without her conscience driving her mad with guilt. Was she so horny that she would actually entertain the idea of having sex with this boy?
Again she caught a glimpse of him from the corner of the curtain and could see his dark eyes shine as he was grinning. He had very long eye lashes which made his face look sexy. His dark complexion was enhanced by the tan that covered his body.
He was a-Latin-looking youngster that appeared to have all the fire and brimstone within him that her dream had warned her. As she gazed at his powerful frame she almost imagined him kissing her....
She cut off her thought and wiped her eyes from the sting of the onions. Some people are prisoners of their values, she ruefully thought, and plan their actions on right and wrong. She was one of those.
She heard the boys talking.
"It'd be a good idea to invite Cathy and Dee up to the pool," said her son.
"What do you think your mother would say."
"She probably wouldn't like it. Unless she was here or something."
"You know, your mom's not a bad looking woman. She should get herself out more."
"She's not the kind. She still misses Dad, I think, but she won't admit it."
It embarrassed her to think that it showed so much. If the boys could notice it what were her friends and neighbors saying. She rubbed her hands dry with the towel as if to clean herself of an unnamed sin.
Everyone must think her and old, frustrated bitch who couldn't satisfy her husband and was now left alone to bemoan her fate. How eveyone must of thought fired up her will to fight back. How dare they count her out of the game of life.
She went from the kitchen and pulled from the bottom layer of the clothes in the dresser drawer an old box. It held a garment that had once been a gift from Robert It was something he had gotten for her as a joke when they were celebrating their second honeymoon up at Niagra Falls. They went without David and he bought for her a skimpy bathing suit.
She had only the nerve to wear it when he was present. The went picnicing one afternoon of their venture and she had wore it. He got up for a minute to get something from the car and she was left alone.
As they sparsely peopled beach began to ogle her exposed form she became self-consciousness and very fearful. What must they think of her? She played with her hair to give them a good view of her ring finger that held her wedding ring.
Robert finally came back and found her in an agitated state. Her face was pale and she broke out into cold sweat. He calmed her as he sensed her problem. Sometimes he was very affectionate and understanding.
She began to undress in the mirror now. An idea was taking shape in her brain and she was determined to see it through. She was young and could still enjoy herself. Why not go down to the pool for a dip.
She stood in front of the mirror naked. Her breasts rose with each breath and the sight of her nakedness had a heated effect upon her. She watched irv amazement as a nipple rose to attention of its own accord. For a moment she had doubts.
Then she thought of her husband with his blod hussy and her disposition changed. What the hell, he was older than her and he was enjoying himself. What's fair is fair.
She put on the bathing suit and looked at herself. Her first reaction was shame. The snug outfit tightly bound her heaving breasts and the crotch left tiny hairs showing through its outline.
She thought that she couldn't go through with it and walked over to the window. She viewed the dark boy as her raised his muscular arm to throw the ball like a bullet at her son. He was so strong and for a brief flash the image shot through her of his hands pulling her close.
She was on the verge of tears but forced herself to hold them back. She told herself she was a grown woman and to act her age. With grand defiance in her eye that demonstrated her womanly pride, she picked herself up and went out to the pool.
The boys were tossing the ball. David had it and was throwing it to Ronnie But the ball bounced off his chest and fell to the floor and rolled into the pool. His eyes were riveted on the stately body of Mrs. Meyers.
"Mom, where did you come from." David meant to say where did the bathing suit come from. She put him off.
"Don't mind me. I just came out to get a little air and read a bit."
Then she held up her hand and showed the thick paperback.
"What's the name of it," Ronnie eagerly volunteered.
"It's a gothic romance by that Rozzanna Roget called, "The Last Sentiment."
"OH yes, I heard of that one. It's a best seller."
The boy was obviously mesmerized by her charm. His eyes were glued to her stout frame and she felt proud that she could stir his emotions. He was so handsome and his blue eyes went magnificiently with his black hair.
"Hey, Ronnie, quit the small talk and get the ball."
The boy obeyed by diving into the pool in one graceful swan-like stroke of his muscualr body. Jean sat down and stretched herself out on the beach chair and pretended to read.
"Ron, how about a quick soda down at the shop. Maybe.."
"Nah, let's swim a bit."
David was trying to get them both out of here. He was uncomfortable with the situation. She heard herself say:
"If I'm bothering you two boys I'll leave. But I donX get too much chance these days for some relaxation and just thought I get some sun."
"Oh, it's okay Mrs. Meyers. I don't mind," Ronnie was quick to add.
That was sweet of him, she thought. "Let's get a drink," said her son.
"No, I'm fine."
"How about a 'you know what'," and David raised his hand in a gesture like he was holding a cigarette and puffing away.
Ronnie looked to her and then back to him. He looked a little embarrassed. He whispered something to David about his mother being around and then dove his head under the pool.
Her son looked at her and his mouth was tightly clenched in frustration. Each one of his suggestions had fell on deaf ears. When Ronnie went underwater he turned to her.
"Mom, what are you doing?" And he looked at her bathing suit.
Before she could answer the boy resurfaced and David changed the subject to sports or school or something like that. She would've told him that she was just here to relax, but it was obvious that her actions had unerved him. She fought off her shame. She would not be daunted. She was young and would enjoy herself. Her son would just have to understand.
Even now Jean struggled to keep her real thoughts from consciousness. She was attracted to the muscular boy but refused to consider the inevitable consequences of such action.
The only way she could carry out the ruse was to imagine that she had no other ulterior motive in mind but to just relax. Her true motive she would not permit to flash in her mind.
Out of the corner of her eye from the book she made believe she was reading, she caught Ronnie eying her from a distance. The bulge in his crotch seemed a bit larger than before.
She hid her eyes with the book and looked down at her self. Her breasts threatened to dislodge from their precarious nest and her pubic hair cutely flowed from the short bottom. She nudged a finger to stick them into the suit.
Ronnie quickly dived from the side of the pool and into the blue water. Her son dove in after him and now the two of them raced around the pool.
He was magnificient as his gleaming, bronze body stroked in long stretches across the brite water. Her clitoris tingled its familiar ring and she wet her lips unconsciously and her red lips pursed in the blazing sun.
Every once in a while her son shot her a glance. She was sitting on the beach chair with her face buried in the book and he could clearly see her rounded breasts and the tightly fitting snatch of her suit.
"Mom, could you make us a drink."
"What would you like."
"Lemonade would be good."
"Be right back."
She got up and couldn't resist shaking her toosch ever so little. She could feel both boys staring at her bouncing cheeks as she went through the glass door and into the kitchen.
"Ron, you'll have to excuse my mother. She hasn't been herself since she broke up with my father."
"Yeah, I guess that must be pretty tough on her."
He did not like his interest.
"She does okay for herself. Dad's giving her the car and the house."
"I didn't mean that so much. I mean she must be a little lonely."
"She's not lonely. I'm here," he said loudly.
"Take it easy willya. I didn't mean nothin by it."
"My mom's a nice lady. She's just a little confused by everything that happened."
"I know, Dave, I could see she's a real nice person."
"Maybe she should date a little," said her son relenting a bit.
"It wouldn't be the worst thing you know."
"I guess I just can't picture her with anyone else but Dad."
"She's young enough...."
But he didn't finish the sentence as Mrs.' Meyers was back with a tray filled with three glasses of iced lemonade.
"You boys talking about me, I presume."
They were a bit shocked that they had been overheard. Actually it was just a case of woman's intuition.
"Why yes, maam, we were saying that you a very beautiful lady. I wish my mother looked like you."
"That's very flattering, Ronnie, but I'm sure your mother is a fine lady."
"Oh, she is, but she can be a nag."
"David will tell you that all mothers are nags. Right dear?"
"I can put up with nagging but other things really annoy me."
She had better change the subject. David was not reacting well to her little charade. She settled back down and read the book. The boys whooped it up in the pool.
Ronnie was on the board now and balancing himself on the edge. Her eyes held him out the corners like she was spying on him. Her glance was covered from her son by the glossy paperback.
He straightened his form and his muscles pulled taut. Her raised his arms above his head and his plunge threatened to split the tight bathing suit. His black hair sparkeld from the rays of the sun when he took a last breath of air and sprung into the pool. Jean was sweating. Her sparkle of passion raced through her loins and settled in her clitoris. She twitched in her seat and her heavy jugs bounced in her suit and rubbed against her nipples. They were rising.
When Ronnie was frolicking in the pool her son came over to her. He smelled her perfume for the first time. She must have put it on when she went back in the house. He had never seen her acting so strangely.
"I don't think we'll stay for dinner."
"I'm not letting you out of this house without eating first."
"We're going to the movies with Cathy and Dee so we'll probably stop for a hamburger after the show."
"It's no trouble. I can make you a little something."
"That's all right. And don't wait up even if I'm a little late."
Then he picked up and went over to his friend as she made believe she was reading. They discussed a few matters and then they both made their goodbyes to her. They had to get ready for their date. They left giggling and laughing about something and her son continued to make that gesture like he was holding a cigarette and puffing on it.
She remained in the chair and wistfully bemoaned her fate. Not only had she made herself look foolish she had embarrassed the boys as well. She felt dirty and guilty for dumping her hang-ups onto them.
She dropped the book on the side of the chair and burned her eyes into the hot afternoon son as if to burn the guilt from her soul. The hot rays dried her wet eyes before they could swell up in tears.
Had David really discerned her peculiar attitude? Or was he just jealous of the slight attentions his friend paid her. At least it had made her feel a little better, at the time to know that she could catch an eye when she needed it.
She was sure he had spotted Ronnie curiously eying her bulging frame as it threatened to break loose from its bindings. She remembered that when she noticed his eyes on her breasts that familiar tingle had registered in her loins.
She felt her body with one hand and gently pouunded the mound of her pelvis. She could feel her clit respond through the fabric and she turned a little red.
What was she doing in broad daylight where all the neighbors could see and her son might reappear at any minute? She was not acting rational . A week ago such a gesture would've have made her nauseous.
She took herself up and prepared to dive into the pool. For a moment she hesitated on . the edge as if she was considering the result. Then she dived headlong and went as far down as she could go before coming up for air.
She quickly got out of the pool and searched for a towel and patted herself dry .The water had not only cleansed the sweat from her body but had eased her mind as well. It was as if she had been relieved of her guilt for her actions just passed.
She entered the house feeling a little better about herself than she had all day. The purging of the emotion seemed to lift the fog from her mind. It was a success in the sense that she had acted impulsively and could live with the fact.
Consciously she thought that was the end of it. Deeper down there was a notion that she had merely planted a seed for the next meeting. Her intuition rose to tell her of the destiny she was planning but her conscience refused to accept it.
The boys were gone. They had dressed fast and made a quick exit. David must have been so perturbed by her strange behavior that he had both of them high tail it out of here before something else unexplainable happened.
She disrobed and dressed and prepared for the lonely night ahead. It promised of more demons and the haunting dreams of her husband and his sordid love mistress.
She lit a cigarette with a shaky hand and her thoughts drifted to the moment on the deserted island when they had made passionate love. Quickly the image was replaced by Robert and his lover embracing in the bar.
Then against her will both images merged and the three of them were making love on the island, then in a motel. She fought to erase the scene but it kept fighting its way to the surface.
The thoughts rambled throguh her fevered barin. She was helpless prisoner of her own emotional state. It was like being taught values that no longer had any bearing in the real world because they didn't apply in the moment of truth.
She crushed the cigarette out and with it the hopes of fulfilment. She was alone and increasingly desperate. Her clitoris kept tingling its message and she squirmed in her seat to squelch it. But it wouldn't go away.
CHAPTER FIVE
She dressed for her bridge club appointment and left David a note that dinner was on the stove. She might be a little late if Laura wanted to eat out.
She was about to leave when suddenly the door opened. It was David and his girlfriend. They were surprised.
"Mom, I thought you would be gone already."
"Yes, I see. Well, I ran a little late."
Lately she always had been running late. Her mind was always possessed by conflicting emotions that sometimes kept her in a daze the entire day.
"We just came to do a little homework. Dee has Math problems."
"Yes, and David is so good at Math. He helps me a lot."
Jean came them a frown of displeasure as if to say how stupid did they think she was. Dee had on a tight-fitting pair of jeans with no bra under her blouse. She had obviously caught them off guard.
"Where are your books?" she asked.
"In my room, mom, we didn't need them for today's class."
"I'm going out now and I expect you two to be on your best behavior. And you know what I'm talking about, young man, don't you."
"Really, mom, we have to study. Honest."
She was already late and couldn't stand there and argue. She grabbed her purse.
"Remember what I said. Study, only."
She turned and left and closed the door behind her.
"Don't worry mom. We'll be fine," she heard her son say as she walked to the car. She got in and started it up and her thoughts raced with the powerful engine. Not only was she a physical wrech andmentally preoccupied with her own failures, but now she had to worry that she had dragged David down in the process as well. She knew what her and that piece of fluff were up to.
But her own desire had left her little time to be the proper parent of late. It took every last bit of will to keep herself in one piece.
This was one time she would have to be selfish. Her own health came first. She would be no good to David or anyone if she succumbed to her desperate plight.
She pulled into the Healy's driveway which was already occupied by Laura's car. She went in and Mary was very congenial.
"Darling, Jean, how have you been. It's good to see you."
She had been absent from their daily bridge luncheons for over a month. She had been too ashamed to show her face after splitting with Robert. Laura had convinced her that everyone felt the same as her and it didn't make any difference to them whatsoever. They all still loved her and cherished her company. It had made her fell wanred.
"Mary, how are you. I'm glad I came," then she broke down in tears. She couldn't control herself. She was acting like a little girl. They were compassionate
"Here, honey sit down. Let's talk about it," said Laura.
"She's still having trouble over that brute. I can see."
"Oh, it has just been pure hell these last months. I don't mind admitting it."
"Jean, it's much too long to be brooding like this over it. You're working yourself up to a nervous breakdown."
"I can't help it. Do you think I enjoy this?"
"No, of course not. But it's time you took the bull by the horns and did something about it."
Jean didn't want to be curt with Laura because she was a good friend and trusted confidant. But she was peeved at the suggestion that she should act more like her and be free with men in the same fashion.
"I can't be like you Laura. It cheapens me and I lose my self-respect."
"Is this better?"
"No, but at least there's not a man screwing me up, leading me on a string. I can't believe Robert was lying to me all these years."
""You're too good. He took advantage of that fact to have himself a grand old time."
"I can't sleep at night and I have these terrible dreams. I am physically spent and I'm losing weight. My clothes don't fit anymore and Robert's making the divorce very difficult.
He's contesting everything."
"I thought you had the house and the car."
"Yes, but I'll have to sell it. I can't keep up the mortgage."
"Well, then, you're going to have to fight him for everything. Have you got a good lawyer."
"I don't want to make trouble. I want to make this as easy as possible."
"For him or for yourself?"
"Why, me, of course."
"Then don't act out of love anymore. This is war now. You got to fight. Even if you don't feel like it. Believe me, you'll feel worse later on if you let him have it all."
She was making sense. Mary had answered the door to let Francis in.
"Jean, why are you crying."
"She's feeling bad about the divorce," said Mary.
"Oh, you poor darling,.. said Francis as she rushed to her side, "don't feel so badly. Time is what you need. Give it time."
"Francis, how can I thank you. All of you, you make me feel so much better."
"Let it out dear, that's the best therapy.
They were all gathering around her and helping her to cope with this terrible feeling. Should she tell them about that feeling that constantly burned in her clit?
"I guess the worst part besides the lonliness is that I'm so horny."
"Perfectly understandable. You are human," said Francis.
They were all so nice. What would she do without them.
"And my son is becoming more belligerent everyday. Do you know I just left him at the house with his girlfriend. I felt so miserable and had to see you that I couldn't even stop them."
"Worry about youself first. Then the rest will fall into place."
"I made such a fool out of myself the other day with his friend standing there. I couldn't reprimand him about morals after what I had just done."
"What did you do."
Jean explained the incident. That she had dressed in the suit Robert had bought for her and strutted around by the pool to get Ronnie's attention.
"Did it make you feel better," said Frabcis.
"Why, yes," She had to admit that at the time, before the guilt had set in, she had felt a little better. But then her clit started to flame with desire and there was no one to extinguish it for her.
"You need a man," said the promiscuous Laura.
"No kidding, but I'm so ashamed of exposing my feelings." She remembered the pass the detective had thrown her way and the sleazy odor that profused from him like he hadn't changed his clothes in a week.
"I'm not the type to hang out in singles bars and look for it. There's very few places where I can meet men."
""It's no sin to take it when you can get it," said Francis.
This shocked Jean because she was just about to be married. She didn't expect that from Francis, Laura yes.
"It's easy for you to say. You're getting married."
"But I was divorced to. And it's been a good three years since my breakup. What do you think I did in the meantime."
"Oh Francis, do you mean you picked up men.?"
"Don't make it sound perverted to have sex, Jean. It's a natural urge."
"But what happened when he left you. Didn't it feel worse?"
"I guess it did for a little while. But what the hell, men are entitled to get their rocks off too."
"O come on."
"Well, you know what I mean Jean. You can't expect a lasting relationship with everyone you meet. Your morals are standing in the way of something that's beyond everyone's control. You have a reputation that it would take years to destroy. No one will think any less of you for acting like a human being."
They made it sound so simple and easy. Yet the thought of satisfying her needs without the assurance of a secure man was still slightly repulsive. Perhaps with the right guidance she could learn from them. After all, they really did care about her and it was for her own good that they were advising her.
She felt much better. Her friends concern had worked its therapeutic effect and she went to the bathroom to fix her appearance.
When she came out she looked better and her friends commented on it.
"That's the Jean we all know so well. Here, have a seat and one of Mary's delicious club sandwiches."
"I'm really glad I confided in you. It helps a lot. I feel like I got something settled in my mind."
After that they chatted and played cards and Jean genuinely enjoyed herself for the first time in months. Laura suggested they go have dinner together.
Jean was feeling so good she turned down her friend's offer and decided to return home.
Now that she felt a little better she was determined to give David a sound reprimand for taking such liberties with his girfriend in her absence.
She arrived home and found David busily working on his Math homework in his room. This melted her disposition and the fire of retribution eased from her body.
Perhaps everything had been a product of her sordid imagination. At this time her mind was such a ball of confusion that she couldn't be sure of her perceptions.
"Where's Dee?" she inquired.
"Her father came to pick her up and take her home to dinner."
Everything certainly sounded innocent enough. Maybe she had misjudged the entire situation, or worse yet, had projected out into the real world her own unconscious desires.
"Did you eat?"
"I made myself a sandwich."
"She felt bad that she hadn't prepared his dinner. She was becoming less interested in her motherly fuctions now that her mind was continually filled with her own problems.
"Mom, I have to ask you if it's okay for Ronnie to stay over the house this weekend."
"What's the occasion?"
"His Dad is going on a business trip and would like to take his mother along but they were worried about Ronnie. So I volunteered that it would probably be all right if he stayed with us but I'd have to check with my mom first."
"Okay, but only if you two boys promise not to have any girl's over when I'm gone."
"It's a deal," he said smiling. "I'll call and tell him the news."
She wondered why she had agreed so easily as she was not overly fond of company even when she felt her best. Perhaps it was because she felt guilty about unjustly accusing David of evil and wanted to make it up to him in her own mind.
It was getting late and David was sleeping when she began to get edgy. She didn't like the idea of being by herself and when David would go to sleep she dreaded the hours she had to wait before falling asleep.
This time she tried to calm her jitters with a stiff drink. She went to the liquor cabinet and poured a stiff shot of whiskey which she downed in a long gulp.
The elixir left her eyes fuming. She went to sit on the couch wearing her flannel nightgown that she was fond of wearing because it made her body feel snuggly and warm.
The drink pulsed through her body and the energy seemed to vibrate in her clit. She remembered their second honeymoon at Niagra Falls and thought that Ronnie's parents were probably enjoying the same feeling while he would be here with her.
She held her heavy breasts in her hands and moaned in desperation at her loneliness. She couldn't take it much longer. She was even considering asking Robert to come back. Then she remembered how manner he had been on their last night.
The way he had mistreated her? A memory from long ago was now brewing in her brain as she thought of his cock enetering her ass. The old memory sprung to life as her diziness from the whiskey prevented her mind from filtering it away.
She was a young teenager barely sixteen years of age. She had been asked out on a date by the most sought after boy in school. He was blond and blue-eyed and the captain of the football team.
She was infatuated with him like all the girls and after they had seen a show he asked her to take a ride with him down to the beach. He had been the perfect gentleman during the evening and caught her completely off guard with the suggestion.
She said yes in a hurry and realized it was a mistake as soon as she had said it. But it was too late to take it back. They drove to the beach and he said they should take a walk down to the shore where it was cooler.
She didn't want to but felt she had no choice. She feared what he might say to others about her being a lousy date and a prude. So they walked along the beach edge and when he stopped to kiss her she let him and responded back.
He broke their kiss and they continued walking and now she had felt safe. He asked for a kiss and she had given it to him very cautiously and now it seemed like it had worked out perfectly. He was contented and she had lifted a fearful burden off her chest.
She impulsively kissed him again and this time he ran a hand over breast and gently moved a hand inside to her bra, He was very smooth and his hand was warm so she let him do it.
Then out of nowhere he ripped the bra off and held her to him with a powerful grip. She yelled for him to let go but he was lecherously grinning. She looked around and they were totally alone.
She tried to push him away and started to scream and he slapped her face. He warned her that he would beat her if she screamed again. He threw her down and jumped on her.
He passionately kissed her while her eyes shot across the skies and begged the stars for help. He lifted her skirt and put his hand to her vagina and placed a finger in.
He unzipped his pants, she remembered, and took out his tool and rubbed it against her. It was at full erection. He pulled her panties to the side and then put it in her.
It hurt and she screamed but he kept plunging it into her. There was no one who could hear her and he took full advantage of her. She cried as he plunged deep into her and she could feel her warm blood drench her thighs.
He grunted like a wild animal and she bit her lip and hoped that it would end soon so that she could go home and wash herself. She pulled his hairs and beat his arms with her tiny hands but it was no use. e pumped and pumped and then he pulled out of her and she gasped from that. He came these big gobs of white sperm all over her stockings. She remembered how the silvery moon shone on his penis as it pumped its juices and stained her person.
She was so embarrassed about the incident she never told a living soul about it, including Robert. She thought that the boy had felt a little ashamed to because he never spoke to her agin and she had never once heard about it from anyone else. At least he had kept it secret.
But she remebered that look in his eye when she would meet him in the hallway of the school when no one was about. It seemed to say that he knew her number and that she would always know for the rest of her life that he was the first.
The trememdous power that boy held over her life now came to her in full force. She had never realized that the incident had unconsciously served her as a model in all her other sexual experiences.
No wonder Robert had accused her of being lackadaisical in bed. At times she had wanted to give in the full power of her carnal emotion but that fuzzy memory of the football captain had built a wall around her emotions.
Lost in her daydream the nature of her hidden self became clear. Unkown to herself she had fought to keep the memory of the event from consciousness but it had always been there-now she knew.
There were only two times that she had given herself over to Robert totally as a woman, the deserted island and the second honeymoon. At the fabulous hotel they sayed at that weekend she was hypnotized by the romantic surroundings of all the loving couples and had surrendered to him every last bit of herself.
That time he hadn't taken advantage of her like the last time they had made love together. Then he had caressed her body with his tender hands and had softly brought her to heights of pleasure.
He made love to her that night countless times and the thing that stood out most in her mind as she relived the moment was how she had sighed from her repeated orgasms.
The thought increased her horniness and she couldn't help but place a finger on her clit through her soft, flannel nightgown. In her mind she held him in a loving embrace as his large cock drove home into her accepting pussy.
He kissed her on the face and neck as Ids member filled her with vibrations of delight. She held him close and felt his milky gism paint her womb white and she breathed in ecstsy at the mushrooming feeling inside her.
She fingered her clit and then spasmed from the short orgasm she now experienced. For a moment she felt slightly satisfied and the burning had removed itself from her loins.
She rummaged around the room looking for a magazine she could take to bed and fall reall" asleep reading. She flicked on the light and thumbed through it. The guilt began rising from her bosom and she had to put the magazine down.
She was becoming an expert masturbater now, and she blushed in the realization. She had become so aware of her clit that the slightest nudge in the right place immediately brought on orgasm.
She tried to shuck the loneliness from her brain and shut off the light. But the flood of images in her head flooded her dreams and she tossed the whole night.
The devil was prodding her again with that long pitchfork. Soon the staff transformed to a giant rod with a cock head attached. Then once again the image of the devil's face became clear and she shook awake in a violent gasp.
She lay with eyes half open in desperate search of a respite from her tortures mind. She tried to close them and fall back asleep. She had almost accomplished the task when the tingle in her clit snapped her back to consciousness. She thought she would lose her mind.
CHAPTER SIX
On Saturday she was up early and did all the food shopping that would be needed to feed two boys. She was enchanted with the notion, that at least for a short while, she was involving herself in a family atmosphere once again.
She placed everything where it belonged and checked David's room to see if his friend had unpacked. She found Ronnie's clothes draped all over the bead. Boys will be boys was her first reaction.
She placed his clothes in David's bureau and could smell his manly odor left on the garments. It reminded her of the ritual with her husbands clothes, that clean from washing, would still leave a slight trace of his person.
It was a blazing hot summer day and being that the boys weren't about she figured it was a good idea to take advantage of the pool. Here she did a strange thing out of impulse. Instead of putting on her normal suit, she wore the skimpy affair that had been cause of the ruckus the other day at the pool.
She looked at herself in the mirror when she finsihed getting into it. No wonder Ronnie had been in stupor over her figure. The garment clung to her like laminated plastic. When she sat down her plump flesh seemed to pour out the sides of the suit.
She grabbed a towel and went to the pool. She laid it down by the side and went to the board. She concentrated on her form so as to make a perfect dive. She bolted from the spring in the board and gracefully swooned into the. fresh blue water.
She brought her head to the surface and shook the water from her face. Then she lay back and back stroked throughout the length of the pool. All during her exercise she had the distinct impression that someone was watching her.
The dive had made her feel so good she decided to do it again. This time her suit clung to her body with a ferocious pull. The entire garment threatened to fall from her body and her breasts, nipples and pubic hair were clearly visible through it.
She went to the board and repeated the movement and dived into the water with a hushed slap. She seemed to be a careless creature now and let herself feel the water as it soaked her fevered body.
Her clitoris finally seemed cooled. She looked around and there was no one there but her. She felt safe and serene for the first time in months. Then a sudden thud pricked the hair on the back of her neck to attention.
"Who's there'" she nervously yelled trying to hide her fear.
"It's me, Mrs. Meyers, I forgot something and had to come back for it."
It was Ronnie, Oh God, she couldn't let him see her like this. Then she wondered to herself exactly how long he had been there.
"Ronnie, where's David."
"He's down on the field playing frisby with the girls."
"And what are you doing here?"
He couldn't very well tell her that he had come back to get his nickle bag of marijuana that he had left in a pair of jeans in his luggage. So he lied:
"David thought you might need a hand with the packages."
"Why didn't he come himself."
He thought for a moment trying to dig up an answer," He told me I might as well put away my clothes too."
"That's already done."
Uh oh, he thought. I hope she didn't find the nick.
"Could you tell me where you put everything."
Jean was feeling like a new woman from her swim and was brimming with energy from the freshness of the water. Instead of yelling to him from the pool she got out. Ronnie's eyes were giant blue clouds as he viewed her voluptuous frame.
"Come with me," she said, "and I'll show you where I put everything."
The boy obediently followed her form as she picked up the towel and walked to the glass door. He caught a glimpse of her nicely rounded breasts as she had bent over and then gazed at her bulbous ass as he followed her into the house.
She walked into the house and the sway of her hips seemed to move of their own will as she felt his eyes on her. She was sure he had been watching her for longer than he would admit.
Her mind flashed to the moment when she had met the football captain at her door when he came for his date. She turned to look at Ronnie and for an instant thought that he was the other boy from her past.
They were in David's room.
"Here, your pants are in the dresser and I hung your shirts in this closet."
She raised her arm to show him the direction of the closet and her heavy breasts showed thought the wet suit. Her nipple rose as it rubbed against the light fabric. But instead of shame-faced embarrassment, she let the feeling rush to her clitoris.
"Thanks, Mrs. Meyers, I think I can handle the rest of it myself."
"It amazes me that David would send his friend to help his mother. I'm afraid I'm losing control of that boy without his father's influence."
The boy thought of his lie and tried to cover up.
"That's okay, I told him that you were a very nice person and I wouldn't mind at all." He was wondering if she had spotted the pot.
Jean watched him eye her breast and glanced at his cock for a second to check its bulge. Both nipples rose to attention and she looked away to not get him nervous.
"The bed here is a double one actually. You just have to pull it from the bottom like this and bring it up and it snaps into place."
"Oh, here, let me help you with that."
They both went to the bed and she reached down for the handle. As she did her right breast fell from its precarious hold and spilled out into open view.
The boy turned away in embarrassment but the open air on Jeans breasts combined with her hidden passions brought the nipple fully erect. She swooned and heard herself say:
"I could feel your eyes on me in the swimming pool, Ronnie. I was very flattered."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Meyers, I didn't mean it. It's only that ... ," and his voice trailed off.
"It's only what, dear."
"It's only that you're so beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so, Ronnie, very glad."
With her breast hanging from her snug swimming suit she took a step toward the trembling boy. She bent to him and sweetly planted a kiss on his handsome mouth..
"Do you like me, Ronnie."
"Y..yes, I do."
"Well, then, take me. You have my permission. No one will ever know."
She kissed the boy more firmly now and his nervousness gave way to passion. He kissed her back and she moaned from his pleasant caress.
"Ronnie, suck my breast," and she cupped it in her hand.
The boy stopped kissing her and felt her large tit in his hand and touched the nipple. She moaned in passion and then he put his mouth on the red bud and sucked it with his tongue like a little infant.
"That's good Ronnie, that's very good."
She took out her other breast and placed his hand on it. They both let out a sigh of passion and more rigorously worked on her nipple.
"Ronnie, let me take off your pants."
Suddenly the boy straightened up from his dream.
"What about David, suppose he...."
She stopped him by placing her hand on his mouth. Nothing could stop her now. She must finish what she had begun; her clitoris was on fire and there was no other way to purge the urge.
"I'll lock the door if it makes you feel better. Besides, I'm sure the girls will keep him occupied."
She said this in the hope it would make him a little jealous amd raise his courage. She could understand his bewiderment. But she wouldn't go back-she could only promise herself that she would make this as pleasant for him as possible.
She went and locked her son's door which would guarantee them privacy.
"Here, let me help you take them off."
The boy was stupefied into submission. He let her disrobe him. When she was done he stood totally naked in the room and shivered a little from his fear. This was the first time for him and his terror was compounded by the fact that he would be an inadequate lover besides the fact that her desire for him delievered a pang of conscience.
"Mrs. Meyers, I can't do it. Please let me go."
The sight of the beautiful naked boy had shut her ears to the light of reason. She looked at him and said:
"It'll be our little secret. No one will ever know."
Before he could protest she removed her suit and stood infront of him in living color. He blushed. She thought that the most endearing gesture of all, his innocence.
"You're beautiful, Mrs. Meyers."
"Please, call me Jean."
She moved toward him and clutched his balls and cock in her cool hand. The young stud, despite his fear, came to attention almost immediately.
Jean was charge with lust when she saw his magnificent tool spring into form. His dark tan body glistened like bronze and his blue eyes glittered sparks out underneath his bushy brow. She ran a hand through his nicely coiffed black hair and stroked his penis with the other.
She bent to her knees and took his sturdy cock into her mouth. He gasped from her succulent embrace and held her head with his hands. She let up for a moment.
"If there's anything special you want me to do," she said," just ask." Then she smiled and went back to sucking his cock.
Ronnie was becoming more at ease as her tongue darted along the tip of his prick and her cool hand cupped his balls while the other one stroked his pecker. He dismissed his friend from his mind and settled into the fantastic happening.
Jean took a hand off his dick to rub her clit. She raised up onto her feet so she sould spread the gap open wider and get at the center of the nub. Ronnie noticed this and volunteered:
"Let me do it to you, Jean."
The sound of her name on his lips was her greatest reward so far. It signaled to her that, at least for the time being, they were two people free from the cares of the world and there to satisfy one another.
She got up from her hold on his cock and lay herself on her son's bed. Ronnie came over to her and put his head on her belly which he kissed gingerly. Then he moved his mouth down to her vagina and licked the lips.
"Ronnie, that's so good. You have no idea."
He continued lapping her lips and then worked his way to her clit. He flicked at it once or twice before putting his mouth on it. Then he sucked the enlarged clit and Jean's head was swooning.
"Thank you, honey, oh thank you. I think I'm coming."
She began to push into his face while his tongued mouthed her sensitive are to the limit. He stuck a finger into her cunt and plunged it in and out while his tongue licked her clit.
"Ronnie, I'm coming. Aaaaaaaaaaaaa.. Oh God, it was wonderful."
For the first time in months she felt like herself. Suddenly the fog lifted from her brain and she felt good about herself. Here she was a thirty-six year old divorcee getting it on with a young stud. There was worse things in the world, she had to admit. Laura was right after all. There was nothing wrong in acting like a woman. Seduction was part of her talent, her fulfilment.
This spiritual renewal left her completely uninhibited. Her mind was clearer than it had ever been before. She was careful not to intimidate the boy with her lust and stunt his passion.
"Come to me lover, let me feel you in me. Come Ronnie, don't be bashful. I bet you're very good at it."
"Well, actually, I'm a virgin."
"In many ways so am I dear. Don't give it another thought."
She took him in her arms and laid him down next to her. She grasped his balls while she kissed him full on the lips. His erection was enormous and she yearned to feel his staff inside her womb and filling her to the brim.
The stiffness of his prick assured her that she had allayed his fears. She clutched the staff and begged him to fuck her.
"Don't be frightened, Ronnie, nothing can stop us now. Put it in me. It's so beautiful. Come one, honey."
He took a second. It seemed like he wasn't as yet sure that it was all real. The woman had succeeded in arousing his passion and as she fondled his balls he threw caution to the winds and allowed his instincts full reign.
He moved so fast on top of her that she was startled. He seemed like a mad animal as in the heat of his advance upon her he was too frantic to get it in properly. He smashed the lips of her cunt looking for the point of entry.
"Not so fast, honey. Wait a second, I'll get it."
His motion was so amateurish that it almost brought her head down. For a moment she was reminded of that fateful time on the beach when she had been seduced by that blond-haired monster.
She reached under and with a hand she guided his prick into the opening. She felt the stiff rod penetrate her insides and his balls smacked against the lips of her pussy. She sighed and hugged his broad muscualar back and pulled him into her.
The boy did not know how to successfully meet her rhythm such was her frantic movements. He would try to meet her thrusts but it was always in the wrong direction. Finally she just held him to her completely stationary and she smashed into him wildly from underneath.
This is not the way I imagined it, she thought. She was too lustful and she was shaking his confidence. She sought to control herself more so that he would more freely let his passion take charge.
She stopped writhing for a moment. This had the desired effect. The boy sensed his role and started to pump her evenly and with the full length of his cock.
"That's it love. You sure know how to do it well. You don't act like a virgin at all," she lied.
The boy seemed boosted by the compliment and started to take charge. He put his full weight upon her and kissed her full on the mouth while his cock delved in and out her vagina.
"That's it. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I won't break. Give it to me harder."
He did as she asked. This woman was the horniest he had ever known. Never had anyone begged him for it. On the contrary, every time he had taken liberties with a girl he was always soundly rebuffed. For a second he thought that he was in love.
"Ooo, yes, Ronnie, do it harder."
He couldn't believe that the harder he did it the more she enjoyed it. Normally woman always wanted you to be gently but Jean kept asking for him to do it harder.
He didn't fully understand but the height of his passions got the better of him and he carried out her instructions to the letter. He slapped against her with his cock and forced his weight onto her with every blow.
"Oh baby, I'm coming. Suck my nipple while you fuck me. Now."
She yelled at him and he felt he had to comply. She was crazy with passion and feared not doing the right thing. All of a sudden the expression on her face changed to a blank stare. She took a deep breath and blurted:
She bucked wildly underneath him as the words came rushing out of her mouth. At the same time he felt his dick wet with the juices of her spasm. The gooey feeling brought him to the razor's edge and he drove into her with great strokes. Finally, with one tremendous last thrust he splurted his gism inside her opened womb. The walls of her cunt pulled his prick into her and she drained him of every last bit of come lodged in his testes.
Both lovers lay on the bed exhausted from their bout with destiny. For a long minute they rested from their labors, their sweat intermingling. Neither one had the courage to move.
Jean felt entirely responsible for the whole affair. How could something which seemed so right at the time now leave them both unable to look the other in the eye.
She looked at him but he wouldn't look at her. The both of them were thinking about David. She made the first move.
"Come on, Ronnie, we'd better get dressed now."
Wordlessly he got up. The back of his neck was red. He felt ashamed and she wished that she could say something that would make him feel better because it was all her fault.
"No one will ever know, Ron. Don't worry."
"If you say so."
That made her feel worse. In her desperate plight she had dragged another soul down with her. If she had been a mass of confusion before, now she was filled with thoughts of suicide.
Evrything seemed to make matters worse. Every time she attmepted to satisfy her natural urges that she had no control over it just got her deeper into trouble.
She looked at him getting dressed. Bashfulness had changed to anger. He must've felt that he had been used in some way. Now it was his job to be David's friend while guarding this tremendous secret.
She tried to make the best of it and make him feel better.
"Ronnie, there was nothing wrong in what we did. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Yeah right," he said unconvincingly. He still wouldn't look at her.
"I better go and see what David is doing, okay," he said.
"Sure. Ask him what he would like for dinner tonight."
She paused at her stupid remark. To talk about the normal routine after what had happened must have made him think her a cheap tramp devoid of any feelings. He recovered enough to say:
"No, that's all right. We'll catch something outside. I don't want to be any trouble."
"It's no trouble."
But he didn't answer and continued walking out the door. In another minute Jean was once again left alone to ponder the consequences of her action.
Now she had really blew the top off the roof. He secret meanderings were no longer her own. She had shared her private desire with a less than willing companion and would now have to pay the price in self-recrimination.
She looked at herself in the mirror and thought of the dream. In the dream he had been the devil and she his unwilling prisoner. In the real world she had turned the tables but the end result had been the same-she was the one punished.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sunday morning Jean peered through a crack in the bedroom door looking for any sign that the boys might be up. She ran to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for coffee. Then she dressed in a flash and was out the door.
She went to the first payphone she saw and called Laura.
"Laura, it's Jean. I have to see you. ft's important."
"Sure, how soon."-Right now."
"It can't be now dear. Maybe in an hour or so."
She was more than likely tied up with one of her men friends, she thought to herself.
"All right. In an hour then."
She hung up the phone and walked to the greasy spoon across the street. The man behind the counter was dressed in a dirty apron. A cigarette with a long ash dangled from his lips. Jean searched her bag for a pack but it was empty.
She looked around the dirty diner but there was no machine. She politely said to the counter man:
"May I have a cigarette. And a cup of coffee too."
"Sure lady, here."
He held a pack out to her and shook it once and a single cigarette shot out from the top. She took it and he threwa pack of matches in front of her.
"The coffees on me," he added. "Unless you plan to buy something else."
"No thank you, this'll be fine for now."
Her thoughts drifted back to the previous day's event and her body buzzed from a rush of shame. How could she face the bov? What did he think of her? What did he think of himself? Better yet, what did she think of herself?
"Rough night lady?" said the man as he caught her in a daze.
"Uh, just killing time I guess."
She looked in the mirror behind the counter and saw the bags under her eyes. The experience seemed to have aged her in just a short time. She took a sip of the black liquid and it was bitter.
"You're not gonna find too much in those singles bars."
The man was obviously under the impression from her haggard appearance that she had just returned from a one noght stand. In a sense it was true. She had to keep away from the boy. She thought of his long, hard cock up her and felt her face flush red.
"Yes, I know what you mean. But I guess it depends what one is looking for," she remarked as pleasantly as possible.
"Some men don't know how to treat a woman."
The man leaned forward on the counter and the smoke from his cigarette was getting caught in her eye. She could smell his odor and when he spoke she was hit with a stink of onions. She withdrew backwards on the stool to increase the distance between them.
"Excuse me, I have to go now. Thanks for the coffee."
"Anytime honey."
She left him a small tip and began the trek to Laura's house. She had to confess to someone about her decadent deed and could think of no one else who would understand her plight.
To kill time she took public transportation. The bus left her about ten blocks from the house and she thought the walk would help clear her brain.
She arrived in time to see a white Cadillac leaving from the driveway. She could see Laura waving goodbye to him from behind a drawn curtain. Then Laura saw her walking down the block and motioned for her to come in.
Laura met her at the door and bade her to enter.
"I hope everything's okay Jean. You look a bit hagged around the edges."
"Oh, Laura," she said and began to convulse in sobs.
"Come sit down. We'll talk about it."
She thanked God for a friend like her. She sat down and confided to her the whole sordid event. She said that she had seduced her son's friend and that, yes, she had enjoyed the experience. But the boy was uptight and now she didn't know how she was going to look her son in the face.
"Well, that certainly is a tale and a half, I'll have to admit. But Jean you're taking things much too seriously. It was a fling and it's over. That's all."
"But what if David should find out from him."
"Believe me, the boy will never breath a word of this to David."
"You're sure."
"I'm sure."
She trusted Laura's advice implicitly. She was more confident at the game of love than she could ever hope to be.
"Listen, why don't you let me show you around the places I frequent. I could use a dating partner. It's much better for women to be seen in these places in pairs. The men aren't so cocky."
"Where would we go."
"There's the Regency. It's a singles place and the men are well-to-do and well groomed. And they're all in the money. Highly respectable chaps."
It didn't sound like a bad idea. If she continued moping about the house she was sure to cause herself greater anxiety. And Laura could be her guide and advise her properly about the men's advances.
"Okay, what do you suggest?"
"Thursday night is a good night there. Dress nice in a skirt or suit or something and I'll take us from there."
They talked the rest of the day and this made her feel much better. They made their plans for the following Thursday. She knew that Ronnie had to leave her house by about six o'clock today so she thought it best to stay with her friend the rest of the day.
She returned home about eight and found David sleeping already with no sign of the other. He must have had a hard weekend, her son, to be sleeping so early. She checked his drawers and found none of Ronnie's clothes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Her thoughts were preoccupied the week long about their Thursday night venture. She bought a special suit for the ocassion. It was low cut and short and she topped it with a pair of very high heels. When Laura saw her she whistled her approval.
"That ought to turn a few heads."
"You don't think it's too much do you?"
"No, it's perfect."
They arrived at the bar around nine-thirty or so and it was just starting to get crowded. They were there about a minute when Laura spotted someone she knew.
"Ralph, how the hell are you."
"Laura, it's good to see you. How have you been."
"Fine. And yourself?"
They exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before Jean began to anxiously fidget. Laura discerned her uncomfiture and began to probe her friend.
"By the way, this is a very good friend, Jean. Jean this is Ralph, he's a doctor."
That was good news. The knowledge that he was a respectable character perked her up considerably. She smiled and held out her hand. The doctor took it and chivalrously kissed it. She blushed.
"I'm glad you're with someone because I came with a friend too."
Then he called for him and the man came over.
"This is Dr. Barnwell." And they introduced one another all around. Jean was clearly happy at the turn of events and whispered to her friend.
"Two doctors, Laura. I'm very impressed."
"Hold tight. If we play our cards right we'll have a very nice evening."
They engaged in small talk and Jean could see that Richard, that was the other doctor's name, was charmed by her girlish innocence.
Then Ralph suggested an alternative to the cramped bar as it was getting crowded as the hour approached twelve.
"Girls, Richard has a yacht just a few minutes away right off the coast. Why don't we take the party there where we can relax and be ourselves."
Before Jean could say anything Laura had quickly assented. The yacht sounded very inviting but after all she had only known them a few minutes. Then she remembered Ronnie and her face flushed in shame. She decided to give her friend free reign and follow her lead.
They summoned for Richard's car. It was a brand new Mercedes. The man was certainly rich. The women got it with Laura in the back with Ralph and she in the front with Richard.
They chatted and laughed and pulled up to the dock where a small tow took them to the yacht. It was exquisite. They were led to the main deck. A beautiful chandelier hung from the center and Richard made them drinks.
They were perfectly relaxed and enjoying themselves. Jean was a little tipsy from the liquor but felt the best she had in months. When Richard made a pass at her she was putty in his arms and met his kiss full force.
"Looks like we have a romance on our hands," said Laura smiling.
"Come on," said Ralph, "let's leave them alone."
Jean was perturbed that her friend was leaving. Richard sensed her displeasure and ruched to fill her fear with security.
"You're very beautiful, Jean. I'm sorry to hear about your divorce."
She had mentioned it before in conversation. She looked into his large brown eyes and there was a nice glint of sentiment when he said it.
"It's been difficult and Laura has been a great help. But I think I'm finally able to enjoy my freedom."
He was glad to hear that. Softly he bent towards her and kissed her gently but long. His tongue darted into her mouth and when she responded favorably to his probe, he placed a hand on her breast.
His gentle touch had her pining for more but she didn't want him coming on too quick. She broke the kiss and said:
"That was nice, Rich. But I hardly know you."
To which Richard then responded by giving her a short synopsis of himself and his ambitions. He told her he was planning a weekend in Acapulco and would she like to accompany him.
It was a wonderful offer. It made her feel young and wanted. This man appeared to her as a gift from heaven, an aswered prayer. In her gleeful exhuberance of his acceptance of her she took the initiative and kissed him full on the mouth.
He took her breast again and this time slid a hand down the front of her dress. She let him play with her nipple between his fingers and a heayed gasp issued from her lips. Then his other hand slid down ro the front of her skirt.
She shot up and broke his caress. He was moving a bit too fast for her. She asked for another drink which he promptly got up and brought to her. She sipped it and looked at him from under her long lashes.
She could see the bulge in his crotch from her. His maneuvers had been skilled and gently though he was obviously aroused.
"Jean, I'm fascinated with you. I think I'm in love."
To hear those words coming from a man who seemed respectable and caring was just the mask to break her will. This time when he came toward her and kissed her, she let him put his hand under her skirt.
He pulled her panties to the side and placed a finger up her cunt and began wiggling it. Jean's clitoris burned in response and she cupped her flaming breast that he was petting.
"Here, let me help you," he said.
He stood her up and removed her top and then unclasped her bra. Her nipples were rock hard and he took both breasts and sucked the nipples into his mouth.
She was standing there topless in front of him with just her skirt and heels on. She noted his stiff erection showing through his expensive suit and clutched it in her hand. Then he placed her on the couch and removed the rest of her clothes leaving her heels on.
"You have a nice erection, Rich," she heard herself say.
The passion of the moment took her completely. Sitting on the couch she opened his fly and took out his huge member. Then she kissed the tip and finally took it in her mouth while he was standing above her.
"That's wonderful Jean, keep it up."
She unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers while he undressed himself of his garments. He stood naked before.
"You have a beautiful body," she said, with her hands jerking his prick and raising it to full height.
He laid her back on the couch and spread her lay He began licking her cunt and Jean took to it immediately. He was burning her up, putting her on fire.
He continued lapping her gash and then placed his legs by her head. His dick was dangling above her eyes and she heatedly grabbed it. She stuck it as far down her throat as it would go and moved her head up and down. She had her hand on his balls and cupped and fondled them.
Her antics were filling him with lust and his movements became more heated and brusque. His gentle touch evaporated and now he ripped her cunt open with his hands and started to bite her clit between his teeth.
"Careful honey, that hurts."
But instead of letting up he was biting it harder. Then he beagn to pump his dick into her mouth with great force. His passion was getting out of hand but she was powerless to stop it.
Suddenly he turned about and plopped down onto her hard. He threw his dick into her cunt and in one plunge impaled her to the hilt. Then he rammed her with powerful strokes and the flesh jiggled on her body, her tits flapping.
"Easy honey, you're hurting me."
"Shut up, slut."
What had she got herself into. The romantic moment was turning into a sordid ordeal. Her passion had been totally misunderstood. The man had taken her willingness as evidence of a wanton character and his only concern was getting his rocks off.
He pulled off her and turned her around on her knees. His strong hands forced her when she offered resistance. He took his cock and and plunged it deep into her open pussy from the back.
He slammed into her and she felt his balls bounce against her ass. Then he grabbed her long hair and pulled her head up. He was fucking her while holding her head taught by her locks. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure which she was forced to succumb to.
Then the man took his cock out and ordered her to suck it. He stood up and she sat on the couch and he rammed his dick down her throat. He told her to put a finger in his asshole while she sucked the prick.
She obeyed so as to not increase his rancor. She liked the idea of sucking his nice cock but the asshole bit was alien to her. She complied and bit into his cock a bit to try and gain his favor.
"Hey, cut that out bitch."
He took his prick from her mouth and soundly thrashed her across the face. He took her by the hair and ordered her to lay on her back with her feet raised on the couch.
Then he grabbed her flanks and entered her from atop. His ass was pointing at her face and she could see each thrust into her vulnerable pussy. He contorted her legs where her high heels were dangling above her head.
His movements became very frantic now and he was jumping up and down on her with his prick mauling her gaping hole. She accepted his full weight and could feel his cock delve into her depths. His cock head banged against her cervix but she was powerless to move.
With one last giant thrust he perforated her body and then quickly pulled out. He took her by the hair again and sat her on the couch.
"Now swallow my come, whore."
She had no choice but to comply. She opened her mouth and placed the head of his prick into her mouth and jerked the staff with her free hand. With the other she cupped his balls. With both his hands he held her head and she was bolted into position.
She felt the shaft stiffen and knew he was about to come. She closed her eyes and prepared for the worst. The first jet of come banged against the back of her throat and she tasted the salted spray. She had to stop from gagging.
He splattered his come into her mouth and down her throat and she ate every bit of his sperm so as to not incur his wrath. She opened her eyes to note his reaction and his head was raised, his mouth ope, and his eyes close.
The last drop trickled down her throat and he removed his half-limp cock from her embrace. Thankfully, it was over.
"Lick me clean."
"You're very good, Jean," he said. "You're a very good fuck."
She gave him an embarrassed smile. Rather than argue she accepted her situation and played it cool until Laura came back into the room. They were both dressed now and Laura said, while holding Ralph close to her:
"How did everything come out."
Richard answered, "Just fine. Right Jean?"
"Yes," she lied, "just perfect."
"Good, I'm glad," said Laura," Jean had a few things on her mind. A little relaxation was what she needed to take her mind off her problems."
Her friend had tried to be kind to her during a moment of crisis and Jean didn't have the heart to tell her that things had went miserably for her. She didn't even orgasm. The charge in her clit was still ringing its message.
"If you don't mind, Laura, I'd like to go now."
They were all surprised at her eagerness to leave so soon and the group eventually won out and convinced her to stay a while longer. For the rest of the evening she tried to be mature and polite and would even allow the brutish Richard to snuggle close to her like they were really in love.
She maintained this mask until a tension headache filled her brain and she finally convinced Laura to leave. On the tow on the way to shore Jean's thoughts mimicked the sparkling moon glow that gleamed on the choppy waters. There was an image burning in her brain that she tried to squelch but it kept bouncing off her will and forced itself to consciousness.
It was the image of the dark boy Ronnie. She couldn't get him out of her mind. But instead of the devil's appearance he was wearing wings. She imagined him shooting an arrow through her pulsating heart.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her event with Laura on the yacht had had a calming effect upon her. Jean seemed more at ease with herself and peaceful these days. It appeared that unconsciously she had come to some sort of decision about herself.
She was performing her family chores now with the old determination and interset and prepared a nice steak dinner for David.'Tt's delicious, mom. Nice to have a home-cooked meal for a change."
"I know, Dave, and I'm sorry. But you have to understand it's going to take a little time before I get my head back in place."
She decided to be bold and venture a probe.
"How's Ronnie been. I haven't seen him in a while. Are you boys still friends."
"He's been with his girl Cathy a lot lately. I really haven't seen too much of him."
"Why don't you invite him over for dinner some night?
"His father just bought him a van. He's been taking Cathy out a lot."
Fueled with the knowledge I gave him, she mused. She had broke his virginity and he was testing his power with his girlfriend. The tart must be dizzy from his advances.
She mulled it over a few days and decided to throw caution to the winds and give him a call. She had no idea what she would say if someone besides Ronnie should answer. She called about three o'clock when the boys got out of school figuring that was her best chance to catch him alone.
She made the call the next day from a pay phone so Dave wouldn't be suspicious. She put the dime in the slot with trembling fingers and prayed it would be him that answered. The phone rang three times before someone picked it up.
"Hello."
"Yes, who's this."
"It's Mrs. Meyers, I mean Jean."
Miraculously it had been him. She was so distraught she had almost forgotten what she was calling about. Calling herself by her last name betrayed her scrambled thought processes.
"Eh, hello, how's David ... I mean how are you?"
"Fine. Yourself?"
"Great. My pop got me a van. I been seeing Cathy a lot these days."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, she's more my age you know." That hurt. Her eyes began to well-up. "Liste, Ron, I'm sorry for being pushy the last time. Maybe I can make it up to you."
"How so."
His tone was confident. He had changed a little, obviously from his current success with his girlfriend, and no doubt inspired by Jean's expertise that had trumped up his self image."
"I thought maybe you could meet me in the city and rent a hotel room."
Here the boy hesitated, "I don't know Jean. Dave's a good friend and I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings."
"How do you think I feel-he's my son."
He did not offer any reply. She quickly added:
"I miss you, honey, let me show you how much."
That sparked his interest.
"Okay, when's a good time." She pressed her luck.
"How about right now."
He thought to himself-this bitch is hot.
"As long as we're home for eight o'clock. I have a date with Cathy."
He sure learned fast. Only seventeen and he was attempting to dangle two women at the same time. Okay, if that's the way he wanted it. She would compete against the bitch and let the best one win.
"That's fine. I can't wait to taste your cock in my mouth."
She said it to fire him up but her brazeness had taken him by surprise.
"I'm not kidding, Mrs. Meyers, I have to be back before eight."She decided to end it before she ruined everything.
"All right. Meet me at the Biltmore in an hour."
"If I'm not there wait for me," and he hung up.
She left the phone booth and took a deep breath. She would be competing for his time now and she must be prepared for him with a sharp killer instinct. Her clit tingled and she walked to extinguish it.
Her guilt was beginning to fade from her thoughts lately. Her experiences were becoming more common and she was beginning to look at her problem with a mature attitude.
Her mind settled on the ;urrent problem. She would have to be extremely seductive and alluring to capture his interest this time. No passionate moment born of itself would be enough to charm him anymore.
Rather than go home and risk David viewing her primping up for a heavy date, she would have to make her wardrobe a brand new one and pick out an outfit in a store.
In the city she went first to the red light district to and found the perfect kinky store that had the item she was looking for. It was a black garter belt with red trim and she decided to forego the heels for fear that she would intimidate him. She would use the small ones she had on.
An hour on the button from when she had last spoken to him she was standing in front of the Biltmore. The passing men stared at her lewdly like she was a cheap tart. She held the bag holding the garter in her hand and waited patiently for her young lover. The leer of the men as they passed by her held a strange attraction and she felt it in her cut. She was aroused not only from their seeming awareness of what she was up to but the idea that it was her, by God, they were imaging it of. The past few months had changed her in a way she had never conceived.
She saw a bright blue van park about a block from where she was standing. Ronnie got out and he was wearing very short, cut-down jeans. His bulge was clearly visible and his strong chest rhythmically swayed from his cocky, confidant walk.
She hoped he would make the first friendly gesture.
His eyes met hers for a split second and then he turned away his blushing face. Then he seemed to gather his courage and with a stern lip said:
"Hello Jean, it's good to see you."
Then he came to her and lightly kissed her on the lips, not the cheek-it was a good omen.
"Let's go in," she said.
They entered and amidst the insulting stares of the manager and crew they signed their names on the register. Now their affair was official. Their signatures gleamed back at hem from the wet ink of a newly signed contract.
Her pride in his brave behavior took a little bit of the sting out of her guilt. She knew this was as difficult for him as it was for her and his actions had been mature.
He took her arm and they headed to the elevator. The doors closed and she kissed him immediately. He pushed her away.
"Wait a second, will ya, we'll be there in a minute."
. She was annoyed by her undisciplined attack. She had to be careful not to increase his anxiety. The illicitness of a public inn was wearing on her nerves; it had to be working on his too.
They got off at seven and searched for the room. A couple which was obviously a prostitute and her John giggled and twiddled their way down the hallway. She took the key and opened the door quickly because Ronnie was staring at them and casing them and possibly losing his nerve.
"Come on, Ronnie, the door's open."
He turned and looked at her and nodded toward them.
"Is that what we look like?"
"No not at all," she lied, " besides, no one will see us. Hurry."
They entered and closed the door and she put her purse on the seat.
"Stay here, I have something to show you."
The only way to defeat his nervousness was to get him aroused as quickly as possible. She removed her garments and put on the seductive garters. She left her stockings on in a fit of creativity and put her black shoes back on. She went back to the room.
"Wow," was the only thing he could think of.
She moved toward him before he could change his mind and grabbed his crotch and kissed him at the same time. She stuck her tongue deep into his mouth and played with his teeth and ran a hand through his soft black hair.
She took her mouth off him and he was out of breath.
"Whew, I've never been kissed like that before."
Touche', she thought. I won the first round. His inexperienced girlfriend could not compete with her expertise.
She unzipped his fly and removed his cock from his pants. She bent down and kissed the head while she held it in her hand. She began licking.
She took her hand off it and grabbed him by his ass cheeks and drew him closer. She placed her face on his cock and balls and rubbed it, treating it like it was seperate from him.
Her actions had the desired effect and his sturdy cock rose. As it did so she rubbed the shaft along her cheeks and squeezed his buttocks in her hand.
She kissed and licked the shaft ever so slowly and she could hear his heavy breathing. The she snapped at it with her lips and tongue to titillate him into a frenzy. She was determined to raise the intensity of his passion past the point of his guilt and nervousness.
When she was sure it was as hard as a rock, she stood up and kissed his neck and face while jerking his prick with her hand. Her free hand unbuckled his belt and she pulled his denim shorts down and grabbed his ass and kneaded it.
"Take off your clothes, Ronnie, so you can make love to ffip," she whispered.
He stood away from her with his cock lewdly protruding from his open pants. His beautiful blue eyes glazed underneath his furry brow and his chest heaved in passion. He undressed and came to her.
"Take me in your strong arms and fuck me Ronnie."
Her words brought him over the edge and he pulled her toward him. He kissed her hard and long and she opened her eyes to see that his were closed in a delicious swoon.
She lead him toward the bed by moving backwards and she fell on it pulling him down on top of her. They continued kissing in a long embrace and she inched her way up the bed until they were dead center.
He cupped her breasts as he passionately kissed her and she pulled on his sturdy cock with both hands and felt his balls. He moved his mouth to her bloated nipple and licked it with the underbelly of his tongue. It sent a wave of delight rocketing through her.
He was much more professional in arousing her than he had been that first time. He had gained in his cockiness from that incident, which had boosted his self-image, and which had obviously practiced with his girlfriend. He moved to her other breast and she sighed in relief from her passion.
He sucked the nipple full and hard and then he stuck a finger up her cunt and jerked it in and out. She still had hold of his prick and squeezed it tightly to force him to put it in.
He took his cock from her and played with it on the lips of her cunt till the tip was wet from her juices. Then he stuck it half the way into her and she rammed against him to suck in the other half.
She bucked underneath him before he had a chance to move. He bit her tit to halt her frenzied action. This stopped her momentarily and he laid his full weight upon her and pinned her arms to keep her still while he fucked her.
He held her arms and kissed her while his prick pelted her cunt with long strokes of the iron hard shaft. She eased up and spread her legs wide to allow him easier entry. He rammed her with all his weight and their bellies slapped with the sweat from their motion.
"Fuck me from the back. Turn me over."
He stopped for a moment and looked at her strangely. For a second she thought that she had lost him, had turned him off by her weird urge. Actually, she was trying to give him a taste of everything and hypnotize him with her charms.
"I want to feel your cock all the way in me. You're a great lover," she beseeched him.
He took his prick from her cunt and she was burning to have it back, . She turned onto her knees and raised her ass toward him. She spread her ass cheeks to give him a good view of her crack and keep his passion tingling. Then she begged him to fuck her.
"Give me your cock, Ronnie, come on. Fuck me."
She reached her hands from underneath and groped for his pecker with eager hands. He held his prick from the bottom and guided it home to her luscious hole. She cupped his balls as he entered her.
They stood glued together like that for a long moment, his prick buried bone-deep in her cunt, and her hands clutching his balls to her for dear life. She came in a long ecstatic moment as she felt the head of his cock peircing her womb. "Ohhhhhhhhhh....."
He coming seemed to make him a maniac now. Watching her writhe like a slut from the heat of her spasm brought out the beast in him. He pulled back and jammed his heavy prick in and out of her from tip to stem.
"That's it baby, fuck me hard. Oooo."
He bent over and took her breasts in his hands and squezzed them hard. When the woman issued a cry of delight he increased his squeezing to a fearful mauling. He banged into her from the back with great force and her face was beet red and sweating and she was frothing a little from the mouth.
"That hurts, lover, oh."
But he was to charged up to give her any heed. She had raised him to fever pitch and would now have to bear the consequences.
"Here, baby. Wait a minute. Let me get on top of you."
The idea struck his fancy and he let up on her. He removed his prick and it was gleaming from her dewy discharge. She kissed it and told him to lie down.
When he was on his back she climbed aboard and her wet hole plopped down on his prick and engulfed it to the balls. Her tits were dangling right before his eyes, their nipples still pert and enlarged. As she slowly began' her gyrations atop him the softly beat his face with their fluffy touch.
She increased her rhythm and brought her breasts to bear on his muscular chest and rubbed them against it. She kissed him while bobbing up and down and she rode his cock through two orgasms which left her breathless and which she announced as the waves hit her.
"Oooo, lover oh yes, I'm coming, aaaaaaaa."
Then again.
""Here I come again, ah, don't move, ah, aaaaaaaaaah!"
And then she relaxed in a heap upon him. She licked the sweat from his chest and face and kissed him gently. When she had regained vigor she hopped off his cock. She told him:
"I'm going to suck your cock and swallow your come."
"What," he said.
But before he could voice objection she was on his prick and heartily sucking it from top to bottom. Obviously the boy had never heard of the ritual and was a bit taken aback. It was all part of her attack on his emotion for her. She wanted to make him dependent on her charm and expertise.
He watched her head bob with her eyes closed and the devotion with which she loved his cock. This woman must love him, or she was a sicky for wanting to swallow his sperm. Before he could make a decision his cock began to stiffen preparatory to coming.
She let her mouth cover only the head now and she jerked his penis. He shot his first load directly into her mouth and she saw her jaw close tighter over his prick to swallow it down her throat. Then she bolted up on her hands with her mouth still clasped on the head and sucked with every spasm of his ejaculating prick.
Finally she was done and looked up at him with dreamy eyes and her tongue wiping her lips which were smacking in obvious pleasure. She looked at his prick which she still held in her hand and squuezed it. A last drop of sperm sprung out the tip and stood there. She bent down and eagerly lapped up the remaining drop and kept squeezing and pulling to make sure there was no more.
Ronnie closed his eyes in sheer exhaustion. He fell out for a minute or two and recounted the events as they had happened. It was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.
Cathy, his girlfriend was always willing, but she was no match compared to Jean. She really knew how to turn a man on and, boy, she sure could make love. And then the way she had swallowed his sperm ... whew.
He felt her move by his side and nuzzle against his ear with her nose and mouth. She still had a hand on his pecker like she wasn't ever going to let it go.
"I have to go now, Jean. It's getting late."
Those words snapped her her out of her sapped state.
"It's early, hon. And besides," she said still fondling his prick, "I hoped we could make a night of it."
She was jerking his prick now, trying to get it back to life. It was having its desired effect and his will was weakening.
"But I made a promise. I shouldn't break it."
"Well, how important is she to you," as she moved her head down to his half-hard penis and began mouthing it.
He watched her make love to his cock and thought how hard it was to get a blow job from Cathy. The bitch loved to fuck, true, but nothing as compared to this hot mama.
"Not so much I guess, just a lay."
"I thought so," she said as she continued to mouth his prick, her triumphant gleam hidden behind her mock-closed eyes. "Why don't you call her and tell her you can't make it," she said through a muffled voice, her mouth stuffed with his cock.
"Okay," he said matter-of-factly, trying to give the impression that it was his idea the whole time.
When she heard that she removed from his prick and grabbed the phone off the end table and thrust it into his lap. Better get him to do it now before he changed his mind. The quickness of her action startled him and she put him at ease by saying:
"This way if you call her now we won't have to worry about disturbing ourselves later," and she still held his prick which was again starting to stiffen from her fondling.
"Yeah right, good idea."
She let him dial without distraction. When she heard someone pick up the other end she continued massaging his cock. He looked at her and she smiled, and then she was kissing his firm belly and brought her breasts to bear on his dick.
He explained to his girlfriend that the van had broken down a few miles out on the main highway while coming back from an errand he was running for his mother. He had to wait for a tow truck and probably wouldn't be back till much later. He would call her then.
The girl was not cooperating. She must've asked if there was somebody there with him.
"No, what makes you say that?"
Now Jean clamped her mouth back on his prick to keep his courage up in the hopes of a great reward. She felt him respond as the shaft rose in her warm mouth.
"I told you what happened. Don't be unreasonable," as Jean ran her tongue along the rising shaft.
"Well, that's too damn bad," she heard him say. She was using the dick in her mouth to stop nerselt trom smiling. Ronnie thought she was bearing her teeth to accept more of his cock and he bucked his prick against the back of her throat.
"I'll call you later." And then he added, "If I feel like it," and hung up. "Stupid bitch."
"I can see why she'd be jealous," said Jean to compliment him and gain his favor. "It'll be just the two of us now. It'll be a glorious night, you'll see."
He was about to object. He hadn't agreed to staying the whole night. He was about to say something but Jean had snapped her mouth back on his dick and was feverishly at work.
He settled back for the ride and watched Mrs. Meyers enjoy herself. She could really suck cock. As he watched her head bob up and down he wondered why the hell her husband had ever left her.
CHAPTER NINE
Jean couldn't help but notice the kind of compliments her girl friends were laying on her these days. At Francis' wedding everyone was buzzing about how ravashing she looked. Not only that she appeared happy which struck them funny because she came alone.
She dared not to confide with any of them, even to Laura, about her clandestine affair. As far as her friend was concerned it had been a one time fling that had happened out of sheer desperation.
Her meetings with Ronnie at the Biltmore had become a regular weekly event that both had become accustomed to. For the last six weeks that had met one another there and fucked like demons.
And not only that, Ronnie had taken to coming over the house when he was sure that David was occupied with something, like his girl. He had become very confidant now and an excellent lover and they had tried a number of positions and locales.
Once he had fucked her while she was draped over the kitchen sink. Another time they showered together, and after fucking standing up, he lay her on the bathroom floor and fucked her there.
They were becoming brazen and carefree in their relationship and often he would pick her up in his van and they would fuck in a secluded spot. Once they parked in a drive-in, something she hadn't dome since her teens, and the van had been spotted by David, out with his girl Dee, who knew the van by sight.
"Hey Ronnie, it's me, David. Pull out and help me smoke this joint, will ya."
He must have seen the van rocking from the motion of their fucking. Jean almost swallowed her heart and looked around for something to hide under.
Ronnie lay motionless on top of her saying: "Get the fuck out of here. Dave, I'm busy.
Don't fuck around."
"Okay, my man, that must be some piece of tail your ridin' in there to turn down a joint."
Then Ronnie quickly dressed and drove away while she hid in the back. Later he told her David had tried to get a glimpse at who it was but had failed.
They were making grand mistakes from their fervent heat and were bound to get caught. They had narrowly escaped one mishap and the next couldn't be too far behind.
They were both prepared to take that chance. Each had supplied the other with their deepest fantasy and their passion was such that they accepted the price of their lust perhaps too willingly.
Ronnie had called a couple of hours ago to tell her that he might get a chance to see her tonight. He thought he heard David discussing the drive-in with Dee earlier and would check and see if they went. If they did, he would be over.
The phone rang.
"Jean, it's me."
"Hello love, can you make it."
"Yeah, I think so. I saw them pull out and talk about what was playing."
"Okay. Make sure to use the back door, now. Don't be too cocky," she laughed at her bad pun.
"I'm only one kind of cocky, Jean, and you know what I mean."
"Hurry, I'm hungry for you."
He answered by hanging up th phone. He'd be there in a few minutes and she dolled herself up for him. On came the garters he was fond of and now a pair of very high heels which she found out he liked. She made-up her face with gobs of lipstick and rouge.
When she heard the knock on the back door she primped up her nipples between her fingers to bring them to attention. Then she went to the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
She opened the door and the boy was met by her fabulous sight. He came through the door and without closing it grabbed her heavy breasts and kissed her flush on the mouth very hard.
"Shut the door. Let's not take extra chances," she said.
He didn't hear her or didn't want to and continued. He began sucking her pert nipples. She put on a hand on his sturdy cock and found it already fully erect.
"Darling, you're hot already."
Finally he came in all the way and bolted the door. He wanted to have her right there in the kitchen. He picked her up and lay her on the table and she spread her legs wide.
She was wet from his advances. He took his pecker out of his fly and jumped on her pants and all. He pumped into her and his zipper irritated the lips of her cunt.
"Take your clothes off. There's a little time."
He stopped long enough to push his trousers around his ass while his dick was still in her. Then he smashed into free from the encumberance of his belt.
"Oh darling, fuck me, yes, oh yes."
She raised her high-heeled feet onto the table so she could prop her ass up and give him better blows into her gaping cunt. She grabbed him around the waist to keep his strokes short and his cock more Firmly embedded withinh her. He banged his pelvis against her clit and she swayed her hips to further inflame it.
"Ronnie, I'm coming, aaaaaaaaaaaa, oh."
He tightened his grip on her legs and whammed into her. She felt his muscles tighten through his shirt and then he gasped in ecstasy. She felt his gooey sperm warm her insides and radiate through her body. He shot the last of his load and fell on top of her.
"That was great lover. You're so good," she said as she raised his head up to plant feverish kisses all over his sweaty face and hair.
He lifted off of her and re-did his pants and then smiled.
"I have a surprise for you."
"What?"
"A joint," and he whipped out a tiny-looking cigarette and handed it to her.
"I've never done it before."
"Don't worry. It doesn't leave a hangover. It's a good turn on too."
Perhaps he needed these devices to seduce Cathy but he certainly had no trouble in charging up the fiery Jean. She was always submissive to his advances and more than willing.
"You didn't look like you needed anything to get you going just a minute ago," she said. He laughed.
"Come on, Jean, it's no big deal. You'll like it."
It was not the time or place to play the prude, she thought to herself. Besides, she had already gone all the way with the young stud and what was one more adventure into the unknown after all she been throuh.
"Okay, just show me what to do."
"Just smoke it like a cigarette."
He demonstrated by liting it and taking the first puff before handing it to Jean. She hesitated and he laughed. Then she took a deep drag and gave it back to him.
Suddenly the room was covered in a misty, clear haze, as if she was looking at the world through a fish tank. He handed it back to her and she took another drag.
This time her knees felt weak and her body felt like it was covered in soft fur. Her face seemed mushy, that's the word she used in her head to describe it, and she could hardly feel herself turn her head.
"Like it?"
"I don't know. I don't feel anything."
"That's what it's supposed to feel like. Let's sit down."
He led her to the living room and sat her down. He had his arm around her shoulders and gave her another toke on the joint. She breathed deeply into her lungs the potent smoke and gazed at him through glassy, half-closed eyes.
"You look very sexy," he said.
She didn't answer. The blissful feeling had seemed to settle in her genitals. She was very much aware of her cunt and tits like they were the only parts that made up her body.
Ronnie took a last puff and laid the small butt in the ashtray. He got up and undressed himself and came back and sat down next to her. She was aware of his presence only after he began massaging her breasts.
"Let me show you how good it can feel," he said.
He knelt in front of her and put her legs on his muscular shoulders. He nuzzled his face into her bush and smelled her fresh odor. Jean could only rest her legs on his shoulders, her body limp. She heard his lapping first before she felt it.
He darted his nose on her clit as his tongue licked the fabulous lips of her cunt. He stuck his tongue up her gash and her belly heaved in excitement. He plunged it in and out until her torso gyrated of its own accord.
Her body reacted instinctively and without her conscious command. She felt his tongue move to her clitoris and gently lap it. Then he continued the motion until her legs wriggled on his shoulders. Then he clutched the little clit entirely in his mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh," was all Jean could muster to his bold mouthing of her cunt. Then the first wave of orgasm hit her and she succumbed totally into his grip. She mahed into his face and peered downward. His eyes were hidden by her pubic hairs and he was intensely involved. She put a hand on his long, black hair and pushed his face further into her.
"Oh God, Ronnie, oh, oh, Ronnie, oh."
She was about to come. She threw herself into his face with great force. The boy stood his ground and lapped away. She held his head in her hands and yelled she was coming.
At that moment with her lover's face buried in her snatch, her face contorted in a fit of drug-induced ecstasy, a key turned in the lock and in walked the figure of her son David.
Jean's face turned ashen white in a matter of half-a-second, her jaw agape, her hands clutching her lover's hair in her once-heated embrace. Ronnie's face still lay snuggled in her cunt his passionate grunts filling the deathly silent room.
David stood there-beet red in the face. It was an anger mixed with disappointment and shock that she could read from the hurt in his eyes. His girlfriend Dee stood brazenly in the doorway as if waiting for some kind of excuse or explanation of the event.
"What the fuck is going on," he finally stammered out. "Ronnie, is that you?"
For the first time her lover became aware of the impossible situation he was caught in. He looked up with his face shining from David's mother's love juices and weakly said:
"David, oh my God."
Jean was crushed. She shot up and looked around for something to wear. Her son's eyes riveted on her seductive outfit. He tried to hide his amazement but it was impossible. His face was still flushed red.
Ronnie tried to say something, anything:
"I thought you went to the movies?"
"I came back because I forgot my pot in my other pants." Then he added, "you dirty bastard."
Jean interjected, "David, don't blame him. It's all my fault."
"That's right," her disloyal lover chimed in, "she seduced me."
She was disappointed in his response. Sure, she was all to blame but he might've taken a little of the burden off her shoulders. David's hurt was killing her. It showed in his entire body. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair.
"Get your fucking clothes on and get the hell out of here. NOW!"
"David, you don't know how sorry I am."
"So this is why you dumped Dad, for this scumbag."
"It's not like that at all."
With this the little tease in the doorway came over to comfort her son. She put an arm around his waist and stood close by him. Jean wished that could be her standing next to him, but she dared not go near him in his furious state.
"David, I swear to you. Ronnie had nothing to do with my leaving your father. It was over something else."
"You mean you're fucking somebody else too."
It was no use. It was a bad time for explanations. She went to put something on while while her son sat down on the couch still in shock and bewildered. Suddenly, he remembered Ronnie and woke from his daze.
He saw him buttoning his shirt and his eyes flamed with anger. He ran over to him.
"I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch."
He rushed ' at him and grabbed him in a headlock. SHe came rushing out of the bedroom wearing her robe when she heard Dee's cry for help.
Jean said, "David don't."
It was too late. He had Ronnie bent over and was pummeling his face with hard punches. She grabbed her son and tried to pull him off.
"David, no, it's all my fault. Please stop."
For a second he did stop. He held the boy in a deathgrip and looked at her. Tears welled-up in his eyes and he relaxed his grip. As soon as the boy was free he ran from the room and out the door leaving his shoes in the middle of the rug.
David began to sob.
"How could you, mom, how could you. This is awful. I feel like killing myself. What if he tells somebody. Oh God."
He sat on the couch and cried his eyes out. His girl tried comforting him as best she could. Jean could only watch from a distance, her heart broken at the mortal blow she had delivered her son.
What he must be going through, she thought. And what he must've went through when he saw his mother in a fit of passion being sucked out by his best friend.
"David, please understand. This had nothing to do with your father. I feel bad enough as it is."
He couldn't answer her. His mind was thinking about how Ronnie must have suckering him all this while to buy time with his mother. What difference did it make that everything happened after Dad left. It was still his friend and his mother that had done this behind his back, made a fool of him.
"You dirty whore," he called his mother. Dee rubbed his back and looked at her with vengeful eyes.
"David please don't talk like that. I'm still your mother."
"You're a tramp. That's what you are." And he took his girl's arm from his shoulders and pushed it away.
"How could you, how could you," he kept repeating over and over. My own mother with my best friend. It's a nightmare."
Seeing him there sobbing away like a child in pain she was reminded of all those times she had taken care of him when he was sick. He looked just like that right now, and she couldn't resist going over to him and offering him her comfort.
She went and sat by his side and took him in her arms. To her great relief he offered no resistance. Her heart melted when he said, "Oh mom," and hugged her close to him and began weeping on her shoulder."
"There, there," she heard herself say as she patted his back. "Don't worry everything's going to be all right. I promise."
He stopped weeping and lifted himself up still holding her close to him. She said:
"David, you have to understand that when your father left it was very difficult for me. I was very depressed and did something I never would have done if the circumstances had been different."
She said the wrong thing. There was fire in his eyes.
"But why Ronnie, why did it have to be my best friend."
There was no explanation that would sufficiently explain her tortured state that her driven her to her desperate act. She tried to console him.
"It was no slight against you, dear. I can't offer any reason for my action. I wish to God things could've been different."
He was a little more himself now and seemed to gather his manly courage. He got up and dried his eyes with his handkerchief and blew his nose. Dee got up and stood by his side.
The way his girl followed his every move reminded her of her and Robert when in the beginning of their relationship they had gone through a great crisis. Robert's father had died in an awful car accident and nothing she could say was enough to relieve the pain. But Robert had said that she had been a great comfort to him during that time and he didn't know what he would've done without her.
"I'm going for a walk. I have to think things out."
"Will you be back?"
"I'll try," was all he said and the both of them left.
Now her moments alone were sheer agony. Not only had she wrecked her reputation but she seriously damged her son emotionally. There was only one thing she could do, something her pride had prevented her from doing all along.
Now, however, pride seemed a little thing compared to the future of her son. The incredible situation she had caught her in made evident the kind of mother she had been the last year or so.
With heavy hands that were strangely sure of themselves, she searched the end table drawer for the number the lawyer had given her. She paused for a moment as she experienced a moment of cowardice for the concession she was about to make.
All of a sudden her fingers were trembling as she dialed the number. She waited breathlessly as the phone rang on the other end at least five times before it was picked up. Finally, someone answered.
"Hello."
"Robert, is that you?"
"Why, Jean, how nice of you to call."
CHAPTER TEN
Robert's tone had been less curt than usual. One might have even called it politely condescending. She explained that therew was something very important she had to see him about and by no means was it about the divorce.
On the contrary, there were a few thing she had changed her mind about. When Robert heard that he immediately agreed to see her.
The following day she pulled up in a cab in front of his apartment in the city and the door man announced her presence over the intercom.
Her dress was flowered and short and very cool looking. She wore a pair of white heels and her tan shone nicely about her stately frame. Her hair was pushed up on her head and gave her a regal appearance. Her white eye shadow and lipstick provided the slightest hint of seductiveness.
She walked confidandy from the elevator and pressed the button to his pad. She was sure of herself and knew exactly what she would say. When Robert opened the door and she caught her first glimpse of him in almost a year, her stance was shaken and her assurance drained from her body.
"Jean, you look positively ravishing."
"Hello, Robert, how are you."
"Fine, come in, come in."
She entered and he closed the door. He turned and couldn't resist planting a goodnatured kiss on her cheek. He showed her into the living room and tried to make her feel at home to rid her of her nervousness. "Can I get you something?"
"Coffee would be nice."
She saw him amble into the kitchen. He looked well, she thought. Perhaps he had lost a little weight in the intervening year, and his hair looked a little thinner, but there was something different in his mannerisms-more relaxed and less tension filled, as if he had come to terms with himself and had found peace.
She lit a cigarette and looked around the apartment. It was nicely furnished, Robert had always had the best taste, but just a little unkempt. There were no signs that anyone lived here but himself, no evidence of a woman's touch as the thick dust marring the moldings clearly indicated.
He came back into the room and congenially handed her the cup of coffee. She took a sip and then a drag of her cigarette before speaking.
"How's the coffee?"
"It's fine."
"The last time we spoke you seemed a bit upset."
"Yes, I have a few things I have to tell you."
She decided to begin at the beginning. She said things had been difficult for her and David after their seperation. Not financially, but their emotional stability had been shaken and they had drifted from one another.
"When I see David," he said, "he tells me things are just fine."
"He probably just doesn't want to worry you."
"How is he?"
"He didn't come home last night. I'm a little worried."
"Why not?"
"It's a long story."
She told him how she had been bothered by demons in her sleep and she had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She told him about the little venture she had undertaken with Laura and that raised her husband's eyebrows.
"Jean, I never figured you for the type."
"I wasn't acting normally. There was something on my mind I was trying to forget."
"Like what?"
Here she hesitated to speak. It suddenly dawned on her that she wasn't here to talk expressly about David at all. There was another motive for her being here. She realized that she had missed her husband more than she thought, irregards his brutish actions that had broke them apart.
Now that she knew this she was afraid to tell him about Ronnie for fear that it would anger him. She took a deep breath and decided to throw caution to the wind. This was no time to act girlish.
She cleared her throat and the words flew out her mouth like she was possessed:
I had seduced a teenage friend of David's. It wasn't his fault, or mine either for that matter. But since I'm older I'm to blame. I thought if I met someone I liked I could forget the boy and what I had done."
Robert's hands were clasped together as if in prayer and the covered his mouth. He looked at her from underneath his coma of hair and his brown eyes were hard. For a long moment he kept this position and before he spoke she could see his hard stare melt into one of understanding. "Jean, you're so childiish when it comes to matters of sex. That's why you find yourself doing something crazy like seducing a boy. If you would admit your feelings right off the bat you wouldn't be prone to desperate actions."
His understanding was flabbergasting. She wondered what had happened to his blond flame, if she had left him or vice-versa.
"You're so right, Robert. That's why my dreams were tormenting me. When I slept all my hidden desire rose to the surface."
"But that's not what you came to tell me about, is it."
She swallowed hard and prepared for the event that would either break her or heal her wound. Her thoughts flashed to the time she had comforted him in his moment of need and she prayed his reaction would not be vengeful.
"David caught us together last night in the house. It broke his heart, needless to say. But I'm worried about his head. He was confused and very shaken when he left the house."
"You mean that after you had seduced the boy and went with that doctor on his yacht you went back to him?"
"Yes, Robert."
"Why?"
She searched her head for the answer. "I guess I couldn't control myself."
"Do you love him."
"I know now I don't. For a while I thought I did. There waw something attractive about his youth. And it made me feel good to know that I was wanted, you know, sexually I mean."
The admission made her blush.
"But Jean, to involve David ... Couldn't you at least have gone to a hotel?"
"We tried that. But then we got to..I guess you would say confident and lost in one another. And then last night he had me smoke some of his pot and I really lost control. We thought David was gone for the evening."
Her husband got up and went to the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a stiff one that made his eyes tear. She could see that he was moved from her candor but as yet she couldn't tell if it was a positive or negative response.
"I must tell you, Jean, I'm impressed at your brazeness. I never thought you capable of it. It intrigues me to think of you at a singles bar and seducing a young boy. If you had been that open-minded when it came to me I doubt whether we ever would've broken up."
"May I ask a question?"
"Certainly, go ahead."
"Eh, what happened to your girlfriend?"
"Her husband found out about her. It seems that your detective friend thought he could make himself an extra buck by offering him his services."
"But that was a year ago."
"I know." , "Do you mean you've keen alone all this while?"
"Not totally alone. But I've been taking my time getting my head together to decide what I really want to do."
She looked at his thin appearance and the thin locks on his head. Was it possible that he felt a pang of conscience for his mistreatment of her? She threw all her cards on the table.
"Do you think we both made a mistake, Robert?"
He hesitated before speaking. "I need certain things from a woman. I'm ashamed to admit it but she has to satisfy me in bed. I could be a one woman man if she cared enough about me to cool my urges."
Ordinarily that type of banter would have set her off on a dialogue of women's rights. But the knowledge of her own impulsiveness eased her vengeful edge and she accepted it. If she was a victim of desire why shouldn't he be allowed the same weakness?
"I sure did make a mess of things, didn't I?"
He put down his glass and came over to her. He raised her up off the couch and kissed her like in the old days. Her head swooned with the memories of the deserted island and their second honeymoon. She melted in his arms in blessed relief of his compassion in her moment of need.
They broke their embrace and looked one another in the eye.
"This is a little impulsive but I have a suggestion to make," he said. "Why don't we try a few nights out and maybe we can see how we still feel about one another."
Inside her heart exploded like a fourth of July festival. She tried to hide her pleasure a little so as to not to give him the impression that she expected miracles. After all, they had been away from each other for a year. But the gleam in her eye gave her away and the nervousness she had experienced upon seeing him was replaced with a warm, secure glow.
He read her pleased expression and kissed her again. This time his embrace crushed her to him and he dropped a hand onto ther ass.
They broke their loving hug and settled onto the couch.
"I'd be more than willing to give it a try, Robert. I'm glad you feel that way."
"What about your divorce suit."
"I'll tell him I had a change of heart," she conceded.
Her relief at his understanding was transforming into a warm love. She felt that familiar tingle in her clitoris surge through her loins and settle on her nipples in a wave of excitement.
He grabbed her breast as if to test her submissiveness to his advances that she had once thought mean and brutish. She let him feel her breast and took his other hand and placed it on her other one. Her eyes were half-closed and begging for more.
"You've certainly changed, Jean, and the difference is both startling and wonderful."
The picture that the detective had given her which showed him and his lover in passionate in embrace rose in her head. For a moment it hung there. Then she could see the woman in the photo change into herself.
With both of his hands on her breast she reached down and felt for his cock in his trousers. She found it and fondled it and he took his hand and helped her clasp it harder.
"I still love you, Robert."
The words came out of her mouth without ordering them. Her feelings laid themeselves bare and she was proud of them and not ashamed. She hoped his flame for her was still alive and merely in need of refueling.
"Come on, let's go into the bedroom," he said as if testing her.
"All right."
They rose from the couch and walked into the room arm in arm. They undressed in silence. He stood by the bed and watched her well-tanned frame approach him. She molded into his arms. She nuzzled her head into his hairy chest.
He sat down on the bed and she acted instinctively. She knelt and took his cock in her hands and kissed it while reveling in its manly scent. She rubbed her face in it and clasped her breasts around it.
Robert watched her performance. Was this the same woman who had cried like a little girl over his amorous handling of her a year ago? She seemed to have undergone an education in the art of love. The talent surely became her. She was always a beautiful woman capable of turning any man on. It was just that her morals had been out-dated and like she had just discovered about herself he had needs that craved fulfilment.
His cock raised to full erection as she rubbed his penis in her cleavage and sucked on the tip with her luscious tongue. She took his prick from her breasts and engulfed the entire member down her throat.
"Keep it up, Jean, that's great."
His exhortation spurred her on and she delved on his cock with renewed vigor. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock and gently squeezed his balls to arouse him to fever pitch. "I like that doll face, I like that very much."
She removed from his cock and laid him on the bed and he moved to the center of the bed. Then she did something unbelievable for her, thought Robert. She jumped on his prick and lay on top of him and slapped her ass up and down on his flanks.
He was duly impressed. He pushed his ass up to push his cock into her as far as it would go. She reacted by jamming down to engulf it. She was panting like a dog in heat. Her face was covered in an expression he had never seen her in. It sure looked good on her.
Then she did something else he found surprising. She cupped her tits with her hands and stuck both nipples in the direction of his face. He took them both into his mouth and sucked them as hard as he could.
She took to his mouthing caresses immediately and tried to shove them in further to which he reacted by biting them a bit.
"Oh, oh, yes, oh, that's good, real good."
He grabbed her ass with his hands and forced her down on his hard tool. Then he squeezed them roguishly and dug his nails into her tender meat. She was plopping on him with great force and he sucked a nipple till it was white from the action.
"I'm coming, oh, aaaaaaaa."
And she collapsed for a second on top of him. Now would come the deciding factor. Normally Jean was good for one spasm before she gave up and then settled off into sleep. But instead of her rolling over and passing out, she recovered and rushed to his hard cock and began sucking it again.
She held his prick in her mouth and jerked the member with a free hand while the other fondled his balls. It amazed him that she had no compunction about licking her own juices which painted his cock. She was purring like a contented cat while her tongue played with the tip and she bared her teeth.
"Lie down," he ordered her, " and spread your legs and raise them above your head."
She complied instantly. On her back she spread her legs and held them up with her hands. This gave him an excellent view of her beautiful cunt. Her bloated clit peeked out at him above her red lips.
"Eat me, darling, won't you?" Her heated request broke the back of his control and he dived onto her gaping pussy. He pushed his nose into her muff and smelled her lovely dew. Then he eagerly lapped her delicious juice and clamped his tongue on her clit.
When he did that she bucked into him and he held her down with his strong hands. He held her legs and reached around so that his hands could spread her lips wide and leave her clit dangling.
She was bolted into position and couldn't move. He flicked his tongue on his swollen clit very gingerly with a long time between strikes. She tried to icrease his actions by pushing into his face but his hold upon her was too tight.
The more he teased it and compounded by the fact that she couldn't move, the more she begged him for it. She was flamming hot from being titillated and denied orgasm. The feeling made her more loving and frenzied at the same time.
When he felt the moment favorable he let her loose and jumped his full weight on top of her. She grabbed his back and glued him to her. His first thrust penetrated her all the way to the hilt.
"Ohhhhhhhh," was all she could muster.
He lifted up and down and she felt his balls smack against her lips as his sturdy shaft banged in her womb. Though she hadn't come for the second time as yet, lying there in that position with her husband back in her arms making passionate love to her was a climax unto itself.
Robert was panting and sweating and getting ready to dump his load into her. He pummeled her with great strokes and she spread her legs wide to give him freer play.
Her hands dug into his back and her nails clawed his flest and she felt his blood on her fingertips. She felt the first spark of orgasm well-up within her. Robert's taught back muscles keyed her to the fact that he was also coming.
The wave of passion hit both of them at the same instant. She held him close to feel his rod all the way in her while the wave swept over her. She felt his palpitating cock spurt its power into her eagerly awaiting womb.
When they were finished they collapsed at each other's side. His hand was on her breast and hers on his satisfied dick while they dozed for a second with their faces nuzzled close to one another. She was the first to speak.
"That was wonderful."
She eagerly waited his reply. "Couldn't ask for anything better than that."
"Does that mean you liked it?"
She kept her hand by his dick and continued fondling it as if she intended to raise it back to life once againn.
"That's what it means," came his pert reply.
She settled on to his shoulder with her hand still manipulating his cock. So be it. If this was the way the game was played she could compete with anybody. Her success had quenched her guilt. Sex was a means to an end.
He nuzzled closer and softly pecked at her lobe. He planted sweet kisses on her face while she refused to let go of his member. He pulled her body close and kissed her hard on the lips.
"Who's going to tell David the good news," he said.
She couldn't answer because she was grinning from ear to ear. It was a smile mixed with victory and relief. She had been challenged at the game of love and somehow emerged still intact and the winner after all.
She tried to imagine the photo of him and the lover but it wouldn't materialize. The picture in her head was just of Jean and her husband in a loving kiss, both their eyes closed from the reverie of love.
Jean took the hot toast that popped out of the toaster and caught them in mid-air. She had become quite nimble these days and sure of herself. Her long strides as she carried breakfast into the dining room belied her confidence.
"Good morning, mother. You look fine today."
David's pleasing attitude struck a loving note through her vibrant body. It made her tingle a little and even made her feel a little sexy. She felt her nipples tweak a bit under her nightgown.
"Thank you, darling. Here, eat your breakfast or you'll be late."
He grabbed a fried egg and a few pancakes and smothered everything in syrup. He ate in huge, hungy gulps and eyed the radiant form of his beautiful mother.
Robert came to the table.
"Hello, doll. You look great, as usual."
Actually it had just been lately, ever since they had gotten together back as a family. It was sweet to once again cherish what they had once again taken for granted.
The memories of the past year had receded into the distance during these few weeks. They had realized their need for the others and life came to them easy now.
Even the worst of catastrophes did little to upset them. Her affair had become public knowledge as her young lover couldn't resist the temptation to boast about his victory and her sordid affair.
It seemed each had given in just a little to make a go of things. They had come to her aid in her time of need and it tickled her to think they needed her that much.
She had responded by treating them as royal guests in her home. That was how they made her feel-that this was her home and without her they had nothing, nowhere to go and get that same feeling.
Robert hungrily mouthed her succulent breakfast that was spiced with her fragrant love.
"Why don't you meet me for lunch this afternoon, Jean. We'll go to Barrens. Would you like that?"
Robert had surprised her more than once since they found one another again. He had showered her with gifts. His manner had been that of a perfect gentleman in every way.
He had confessed to her a severe problem. When he was involved in his sordid affair he had done strange things. The woman was kinky freak and had encouraged him to whip her.
The passions had frightened him but he couldn't resist. Jean had to admit that some of the things he mentioned aroused her curiosity.
Many things she had once felt mean and brutish were seeming less so.
"I don't know, Robert. I mean, I'd really love to, but you know, I've got so may things to do around here I just...."
"But take the time today, Jean. Just this once."
It was nice to here him beg like that. She had always done the begging and attempted to get on his better side. Somehow her power was no longer being taken for granted by her two men.
"Yeah, mom. Why don't you take a little break. You deserve it."
And David too, so considerate these days. Pulling chairs out for her and massaging her back. Seducing his friend had raised her in his eyes in some mysterious way.
It seemed like he no longer thought of her as a mother, but as a woman, with her own needs and wants and the ability to make them happen when she had the mind to.
And Robert. He treated her not as a wife but with the tenderness of a lover. Her love making had been torrid and passionate as her sexual knowledge had grown.
She found herself flaunting her new found power. She had been brought to the ddepths of despair by a cheating husband who mauled her in bed only to emerge the victor.
She had won Robert back not because he pitied her or feared for David's welfare. But mostly because he had been attracted to her charms that he had no idea had ever existed.
When they made love now she groped at his cock with a passion. She never let it loose from her grip for a moment. Her body always touched it in some way.
She learned that the best way to keep him honest was to make sure he didn't have a drop left for anyone else. This she soon learned was fairly easy, as Robert had nowhere near the staying power of her young lover. "Listen. I'd like to very much, but I can't.
"Why," they chimed at once, eager to know.
"Because I have to keep things spanking for the both of you," and she winked with a twinkle in her eye.
She bedeviled them with her new style. They were so taken in the trance of it that they allowed any liberties. That's why she stalked about the house with just her nightgown on.
She began clearing the dishes. They never questioned her again about the luch date. As a test, she bent a bit over the table to let her heavy breasts bounce in their cradle.
She din't have to look. She felt their stares on her sweet curvy bosom. Always her conscience had bothered her about using her charms. Free from that guilt she stretched her new powers to see what she was capable of.
"Some other time, Robert. I'll take a rain check."
"Sorry you're not going," David jumped up. "I have to get going now."
He planted a nice, wet kiss on the side of her cheek and follwed it with another short peck. They were always trying to butter her up and she loved it. She was radiant and inspired.
She took a deep, refreshing gulp of the sweet breakfast air and floated back into the kitchen. She heard the front door close and the door behind her swing open.
A pair of hands placed themselves on her fluffy breasts. They came by way of the bottom of her long gown. Her tender ass felt the air on the exposed flesh.
Robert tenderly stroked her breasts as his clean shaven face nuzzled into her neck and he nibbled her flesh. Her nipples were hot and sprung into shape.
She pressed her bare ass into his groin. He raised his arms and lifted her flannel gown clear off her. She stood there hot and nude while he was fully clothed.
She turned around and her caught her breast in her mouth and sucked the hard nipple. She cupped her breast to place firmly there and watched his tongue play with the tip.
She raised the other breast to his face and his tongue strained for its hot nipple. He sucked it into his mouth with a plop and Jean let out a passionate hush.
"Ohhhh."
He increased his efforts and groped for her cunt while his mouth remained on her hard nipple. She spread her legs to let him probe his fingers along the lips.
Her cunt gaped open at his touch. He took his mouth off her breast and she sucked his tongue in her mouth. She made for his cock while his hand played with her clit.
She unzipped the fly and his half-hard cock flew out of his pants. She fondled it in her cool hand. The blood gorged into his cock and it stiffened to full size.
She pulled at jerked at the hard prick while they kissed with their tongues deep down each other's throats. His hand fondled her breast and the other worked her cunt.
She bent low on her knees and pushed the hard tool between her lips. Her soft tongue played with the sensitive underbelly. He grabbed her long hair.
With both hands on her boboing head he tried to force his cock down her throat. Jean had become used to this kind of attack and mashed her hands into his pelvis.
This propped his dick out to the max and made him stop fucking her in the face. She found that if she sucked on his long cock like made he forgot the pumping motion.
Then she could concentrate on loving his dick in her mouth. Her titillations were so satisfying that it straightened him up. He stood still at let her work.
And she sucked his cock to her hearts content. She bobbed her head up and down the hard shaft. The air whistled through his teeth and she sucked harder.
She learned that she could keep a man at bay by being more agressive than him. In their old love-making bouts she had been too docile and this made him dominate.
Her new approach was to grab the upper hand first. This way she called the shots though it looked to him that he was being very macho. She sucked harder.
His eyes were closed. She liked to shoot a glance at his pleasure racked face. This spurred her to further his pleasure and thereby gain a greater hold over him.
His cock was hard as a pole and she jerked it with her hand and rubbed her spit over the tool. She kissed the tip with her mouth and teased his cock.
He was mad with passion. She controlled him by clutching his dick real hard. She lay on the kitchen floor. He followed her because of her hold on his cock.
She spread her legs wide and gave him a good look at her obscene pose. He wanted to fuck her badly. Her tactic was to delay his entry to complete her control.
Slowly she guided his cock into her cunt. He bent on his knees. She could tell he was about to begin powerful thrusts. She beat him to the punch.
She snapped her cunt walls on his dick when it was fully up her gash. This maneuver stayed his driving motion and he held still. She pressed him close to her.
Then she began a crazy bucking motion underneath him. Her cunt seemed to swallow his cock. He let her run the show because the bolts of pleasure left him numb.
She held him close to her and rubbed her breasts into his chest. She was determined to suck the come out of his cock with her snapping cunt. Robert was totally in her control.
Now, with her stately and weighty body, she turned him over on his back. She caught him unawares. He had just been about to start a fearful pumping motion.
She was a slick technician in the art of love. His ass plopped on the linoleum floor. She straightened herself up on his cock and mashed her cunt into him.
With her hands holding his chest down she pressed her pussy into his throbbing tool. He was powerless to move because his pleasure was so intense and she felt good.
She plopped up and down on his cock with all her weight. She flet the tip of his prick threaten to dislodge from her snapping cunt.
So she would engulf his entire cock to the balls with a powerful downward motion of her body that made her big tits bounce.
Robert tried to raise his head to suck her hard, hot nipples but her motions were too frantic. She mashed his balls on her ass.
She found that the more sexually bold she was the more it cooled Robert's urge to maul her body with his superior strength.
She kept his cock well-fucked and properly aroused so that his notions of debasing her had no time to take root.
She had been able to keep his cock out of her asshole by driving him wild with her mouth and cunt that never seemed to have enough.
As long as David wasn't around she took pleasure in stroking his dick to both of their content. Sometimes he had to pull her off him.
That had never happened before in all the years they were married. Robert was always the horny one and seeking her attention.
She had turned the table around on him.
Now he wasn't sure that he could satisfy all her wanton desires. She was hotter than him.
Her lustiness had become a tool that she used instead of it using her. The last few weeks she had practically intimidated her husband sexually.
And of course, he was more than willing to play it to the hilt. He figured that she needed him and was trying to make him very happy.
Actually her love for him had died a lot in the intervening year. She felt in her heart that this was now a business transaction.
Why should she suffer just because she didin't fully love the man. When she had he treated her like dirt. This was a better alternative.
So she fucked the shit out of him and left him no time for relaxation. Being that he had accused her of being a bad lay there was nothing he could say.
He had been trapped by his own words. Now if her showed signs of being spent it made him look like the culprit, not her.
So she rode his dick with a tremendous fury. She cupped her tits in front of his heated eyes to titillate him into a greater passion.
Robert had nowhere to go under her weighty frame and he took her blows of pleasure on his cock with clean satisfaction thinking he was in control.
That was another thing she had learned. Make him think he was the boss while all the time it was she calling the shots.
She mashed on his dick with a powerful fury. She wanted to drain every last drop of come from his hard tool. She bucked like a horse.
He tried holding her hour-glass waist to direct her movements. So she bent her head onto his chest so her ass slapped on his dick.
Now she raised her ass and pumped his dick like a mad woman. Her face was flushed and she felt the throes of orgasm pulsing through her.
Whack after whack of her meaty ass gobbled his cock into her tender gash. Her tits were hot and the hard nipples brushed his hairy chest.
He was about to blow his load. She stood up again and his cock banged in her womb. She came in a long vibration.
"Aaaaaaa...."
Her voice croaked and died out.
Now she lifted off his tool in a quick motion. She was entirely" in control amd everything felt so good he didn't resist.
She gobbled his cock in her mouth to the balls and drew on it with a tremendous sucking motion that would pull out the last drop of come.
Her hand squeezed his balls and she felt them tighten. She jerked his cock with her mouth firmly clamped on the mushroom tip of his staunch dick.
She turned about so her could watch the show. She brushed her hair off her face so he could see her working on his cock like crazy.
She felt the first spurt of come before she tasted it. Then the bitter-sweet goo splashed on her tongue and caught on the roof of her mouth.
She parted her lips so the come would drip out the sides of her succulent mouth. He got a good look at her loving his come.
Her pretty, red-painted fingernails were covered in scum and she played with it while stroking his dick. She was surprised at the amount.
She had fucked him silly the night before at least three times. If he was so damned macho he could stand it. Of course, he couldn't say no.
He had made a big deal about her prudish attitudes she once had held about sex. Now she called his bluff whenever she had the chance.
Sometimes she knew he was completely spent after hours of love-making and would play with his limp cock with a frown on her face.
She did it to purposely make him feel like he was the one who had come up short. He was the one who couldn't cool her passion.
She made a big show of gobbling his come and playing with his softening dick. It made him feel the master and put him off guard.
She was the boss and she knew it. Secretly he knew it too but hismacho disposition would never own up to it. Deep down he knew though.
"How was that?"
"Just great, babe."
"Best you ever had?"
"Almost."
He was a fucken liar but she didn't give a shit. She looked at his frazzled dick and cleaned it with a dish towel. It was dead.
Let him try fucking around on her now with his spent dick. If he could get it up for a whore, God bless him. But that cock was finished for a while.
She pulled him up and dressed him like a little boy. She put his dick back in his pants and patted it like a mother very neatly.
He was red in the face and still sweating so she mopped his brow. She found his attache case and gave it to him at the door with a big kiss.
"Miss me?" she said. "I sure will, darling."
She had a hand on his ass as he left. This was to remind him where to go after he got out of work. If he could find a better lover than her.
She doubted it. She was a passionate woman these days. She found something she never knew. That a woman could come countless times.
A man was definitely her inferior. She watched her husbands sexual appetites like a hawk, checking his load each time he came.
Sometimes he would be so fucked out that the come would dribble out of his dick. She would make him feel bad about it.
She made believe she loved eating his come and when his load was weak and short she nade him feel as if he had done her a disservice.
Sometimes she felt bad leading him around by his cock like that. But it was the best way of stopping a charging bull who thought he was DonJuan.
All you had to do was step out of the way and stick your foot out and he fell from the force of his own head of steam. Why fight?
The separation was probably the best thing that had ever happened to her. She had become confidant of her sex and dying to use it.
But she was no little school girl seducing everything that came into sight. She picked her spots carefully sizing up her men before commanding them.
She would play the seductive role only when she was sure that the man was of her type and disposition and promised her his complete devotion.
Devotion in the sense that he would turn her on to his lifestyle and arrange her in his habits of living. She went after cultured men.
She had taken to going out in the day by herself without her girlfriend. The rotten experience on the yacht with the horny doctor had turned her off to her.
She felt now that there was nothing anyone could teach her. She was perfectly capable of landing her own men and in her own way.
Robert had a decent job but the money could be better. Therefore, she had concentrated on men who could give her more of life's pleasures than she could afford.
And never once had she been caught in a situation like with that doctor who had picked her up in the bar. In fact she never went to bars.
One afternoon she went to the museum. A handsome mai. was eyeing an abstract painting that Jean couldn't make head or tail out of. She politely questioned him.
"What is that supposed to be?"
"Oh, it's an expression of feeling."
"I like paintings that show a scene, like something real."
"Well, this is real. It's an expression of a state of mind."
"How so?"
"Well, the artist is trying to relay a feeling of sensual excitement."
"How interesting."
And because Robert was so well-fucked he wasn't the least bit suspicious. Her new lover, Alan, was a suave man and alwav a gentleman.
She had really gotten back with Robert because of David. Her horniness had driven her to an extreme with her young lover. It was for her son she got back.
But he would be on his own soon and it was time for her to satisfy her own needs and demands. She was looking for someone she could love like she had once loved her husband.
She dressed in the mirror and checked her make-up. She wore it attractively and not seductively like a tramp. She looked distinguished.
Alan was to pick her up at twelve. They were going to an exhibit in Conneticut. She would be back in plenty of time for her boys.
She looked at the confidant woman that stred back at her in the full-length mirror. Her large breasts heaved in her pretty silk, yellow blouse.
