It has been said that nearly every community contains a cross section of Americans within its confines, thereby maintaining an image unique in this country today. Every town has its doctors and lawyers, its coaches and teachers, and its clerks and carpenters, and each individual has in turn been touched to some extent by emotions common to all men-greed, lust, envy, and distress.
MAKING THE WIFE HOT is a story of everyday, responsible people whose lives are wrought with common frailties; people who seek pleasure, profit, expediency; people not unlike those who may live in your town or your neighborhood. Respectable citizens-yes, but not without the foibles and weaknesses seen every day in nearly every city.
MAKING THE WIFE HOT provides a unique insight into those emotions with which we all must live, a look at Americans at the grassroots level.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"What the hell do you think you're doing with that money?"
Kerry Nelson whirled around, dropping the heavy metal petty cash box with a crash. She turned toward the booming voice and her heart sank. She had never been so frightened in her life.
The voice belonged to her boss, Nick Anders. He had been with the company only a few months, but all the girls were afraid of him. He was big and gruff and curt. More than one secretary had left his office in tears.
If Kerry hadn't needed her job so badly she would have defended herself angrily. But her husband, Mark, was just starting out in his own business and they needed every penny she brought home. Under the circumstances she suppressed her indignation. And she had been caught with her hand in the till, so to speak. No, she had to try and placate the glowering man in some way. She just had to.
"But, I ..." she began, her throat tight and constricted. "I was just going to borrow lunch money. I'm running a little short this week."
"Bullshit," Nick Anders fumed, glancing around the deserted office. He stalked closer to Kerry's desk and picked up the petty cash box.
"Everyone borrows once in a while," she said. "We always put it back."
"You mean they used to borrow." He sneered. "Anyway, what proof do you have that everyone borrows? It looks to me like you're just a little thief who finally got caught."
"No, I'm not. I mean, I'm not a thief. Honestly, I was just going to borrow five dollars and then put it back on pay day. You've got to believe me. I've never stolen a cent in my life."
Nick glared at her. "I think you're lying, that's what I think."
He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her toward him.
"Please," she said. "You're hurting me."
He was a big man. Strong. His eyes were wild with fury.
"Maybe I ought to just call the cops and see who they believe." He grinned nastily.
"No, please don't do that." The big-busted brunette ran after him as he started toward the phone. "I'll do anything you want if you only forget this ever happened. If you want me to say I was stealing, I'll say it. Please. I really need this job."
His eyes flickered over her lush, long-limbed body. "You do, do you?"
She couldn't meet his gaze. There was something in his eyes that frightened her. "Yes, I do. My husband and I have only been married a year and he's just gone into business. He's doing fine, but there isn't much money coming in yet. I really need the money I make here. And if you forget this happened I'll work harder than ever."
Her huge blue eyes, framed by exceptionally long lashes, swept over her cheeks. Her eyes moistened, but she didn't cry. She was too proud for that.
Anders grinned maliciously. "What a sweet little wife you are," he snarled. "I guess your husband wouldn't love you so much if he knew you were a thief and a liar."
Kerry's mouth felt dry. Her head ached. The whole thing seemed like a nightmare. None of her friends were around to defend her. Everyone had gone to lunch at a nearby hamburger joint. Only she had stayed behind so no one would know she was broke. And now this.
Nick Anders loomed over her. She felt dizzy. What if he called the police? What if he pressed charges? What would Mark say? Would he believe her or would he believe Nick? She flushed with humiliation and took a deep breath.
"I guess you just don't believe me when I say I wasn't stealing that money," she said.
He snickered. "You've got it, baby."
"What are you going to do?" Her voice quavered.
For the first time his face softened. "I think the punishment should fit the crime," he said thoughtfully.
"I don't understand."
His eyes raked over her tits. She barely breathed. Why did I wear this tight sweater today? she thought. He's making me feel undressed. Cheap.
"You don't understand?" He smirked. "I can't let you get away with this, if that's what you're thinking."
"It'll never happen again," she blurted. "As God is my witness, I'll go without lunch before I ever borrow from petty cash again."
"That's not good enough, sweetie." He clenched his fists and took a step toward her. "That's a nice sweater you're wearing."
"Thanks." Her voice was barely audible.
"I guess you and your husband, being newlyweds and being so young, I guess you fuck up a storm."
"I . . . uh . . . " The young wife's throat was parched. She was beginning to feel sick.
"What does he think when you prance around with those big tits of yours and those tight sweaters? Does it turn him on when other guys look at you and get hard?"
Her eyes widened. "I don't understand." But she did.
Nick grinned lewdly as he blatantly stared at her tits.
"Sure you do," he said softly, lowering his hand to his crotch and vulgarly rubbing himself. "Mr. Anders!"
"See? You've gone and given me a hard-on. That's not nice, little girl. A man's got to keep his mind on business to get ahead. When you come to work jiggling those big tits of yours, a guy starts thinking about other things."
He was so close to her now she felt his warm breath on her face. He held her arm tightly. "What are you going to do?" she said.
He chuckled, released her arm and fumbled with his belt buckle. "Let's just say we can settle this amicably." As he spoke he brought his prick out.
Kerry stared at his hard-on. His cock was long and thick, but she found herself fascinated by his cockhead. It was huge, capping his cockshaft like a giant mushroom.
"You're frightening me," she said.
"Don't tell me you're scared of a nice cock like mine," he said viciously, giving her a shove. "Just get down on your knees and get it in your mouth. Then maybe I'll forget about pressing charges."
The frightened young wife stared open- mouthed at the man's big prick. She thought about Mark and how much she needed her job. If she tried justifying what she'd done to the police, who would they believe? She had been in the process of taking money from the petty cash box when Nick Anders arrived. Technically, she'd been stealing. It was as simple as that.
And then she glanced down at Nick Anders' cock. It seemed to be getting larger as the moments passed. She felt her heart pound as she stared. The drop of whitish spunk oozing from the tip of his cock made her pussy moisten.
She heard him snicker as she gazed at his cock. His cock was dark pink in color. She automatically compared it to Mark's cock. Mark's was pale pink. The veins that ran up and down Nick's cockshaft were dark blue. She found herself wondering what his cock would taste like on her tongue.
She pushed her hair off her face and shuddered. How could I? she thought. How could I even think of doing such an awful thing?
"Well?" he rasped.
"Let me think." She tried to imagine sucking his obscenely big cockhead. She felt a twinge of disgust and a jolt of excitement at the same time.
She knew she didn't have long to decide. Then Nick grabbed his prick, gave it a yank and made his cock-knob swell up even bigger.
"What's the matter, honey? You like cooze better?"
"What?" She licked her lips. He was suggesting she was a lesbian.
"You better suck it before I change my mind and call the fuzz anyway. I don't like being kept waiting. The others'll be back from lunch any minute and then we'll have to use the toilet. I don't like getting blown in the toilet. Get the picture?"
"Yes." Flushing with shame and a trace of excitement, she sank to her knees before him and faced his long thick cock.
Gripping the heavily-veined shaft with one trembling hand, she moved his cockskin up and down. A gush of spunk oozed from his piss-tip. It looked both obscene and tasty to the hot-cunted young wife.
"I'll do it," she whispered, opening her mouth wide and closing her lips around the thickness of his cock.
She took a deep breath, but he impatiently shoved in, causing half his cockshaft to enter her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she struggled to breathe through her nose. But she had no choice. She began slurping and sucking on his prickmeat. What else could she do?
"Not bad," he said, grinning down at her.
He ran his beefy hands over her long dark hair and forced more of his prick into her mouth.
"Get it good and wet, baby. That's a good girl. You may be a thief, but you give good head. You got talent, kid. Why the hell are you pounding a typewriter when you could make a killing blowing cock?" He chuckled nastily as he tangled his fingers in her hair.
Kerry moaned around the plug of cockmeat in her mouth. He was a brute. She had been silly to expect understanding from an animal like Nick Anders.
To end the ordeal as quickly as possible, she began jerking him off with her fingers while she sucked. Soon she found herself licking and sucking in a frenzy.
He laughed. "It's getting to you, huh, baby? You're getting hot, aren't you?"
She shook her head, but in her heart she knew he was right. She was getting hot. Even as she sucked feverishly on his prick, her pussy lubricated and her nipples stiffened.
"Take off your sweater," he growled. "I wanna see your tits. I might even suck them. I'll bet you'd like that."
When she tried rising up, he shoved her head back down. Blinking back tears, her lips still working over his prick, she unbuttoned her sweater and pushed it off her shoulders.
"Now your bra." His voice was harsh.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and released her tits. For the first time in her life she was sorry she had big tits. Anders eyed them hungrily and helped her stand up.
"Nice," he leered, grabbing her tits and digging his fingers into their billowy whiteness.
"Please."
He pushed her down again and shoved his prick back into her mouth.
"Suck," he snickered. "You're just like all of them. A horny cunt. You love sucking cock, don't you? I never met a dame yet that didn't love it."
"Ummmmmm," she mumbled, unable to speak because his cock filled her mouth.
The verbal abuse continued. She tried ignoring him, concentrating instead on his tasty prick. Her pussy flowed with juices. There was no doubt that she was getting turned on.
In her heart she knew she needed a good fucking. Mark was working so hard lately he tended to ignore that area of their marriage. Of course, it wasn't his fault. But it wasn't her fault either. It was just the breaks of life.
Despite her hatred of Nick Anders, she sucked gluttonously. She used her lips and tongue and teeth as well as her fingers. She loved sucking cock and with her eyes closed she could pretend Nick was Mark or someone else she enjoyed blowing.
"Yeah, that's good cocksucking," Nick rasped, pushing her away and lowering his pants and shorts. "I don't wanna waste a hard-on though. Get your panties down. I'm gonna fuck you."
Kerry remained on her knees.
"No, you can't!" she wailed, wiping a drop of spunk from her lower lip.
Nick snorted. "Oh, yeah? You'd rather spend the night in the local cooze-can, huh? Because if you go there they'll give it to you good, baby. You'll wish you were back here with old Nick. Unless, that is, you dig licking cunt."
Kerry hugged her arms around her chest. It was humiliating to be on her knees with her tits exposed. Nick was a cruel man and she had no doubt that if she resisted he would turn her in to the police.
"Okay," she whispered, getting to her feet. "I'll do whatever you want."
"That's better. Get your pants off and get on your hands and knees on the floor. Do you like taking it from the rear?" He smirked. "I'll bet there's not a position you don't like."
"I don't know," she whispered.
She quickly took the rest of her clothes off. There was no point getting her skirt dirty. He was going to see her private parts anyway. She suspected if she showed undue modesty he'd get angry again.
When she was naked, she turned to face him. He was staring at her hungrily. His hard-on was wet with her saliva and it now twitched with renewed desire.
"You're built, all right," he said. "Terrific tits. A meal. Good ass. Legs. Now let's see if you've got a tight cunt."
Kerry blushed hotly as she dropped to her knees again. She knelt down, her weight on her elbows. She knew Nick was staring at her ass. She had a wild thought that he was going to fuck her in the ass. The thought of taking his big cock up her asshole made her shiver.
"Don't hurt me," she whispered.
He fell to his knees behind her. "Shit, I'm gonna have me a good time, chickie."
He thrust his hand between her legs and roughly rubbed her pussy-slit. He snickered nastily when he discovered how wet she was.
"Yeah, 1 knew it," he said. "You're ready, all right. I know a hot cunt when I see one. And when I feel one too."
When he wiped his cuntjuice-soaked fingers on her naked ass, she moaned, "Do it."
"I'll do it, okay," he snickered.
She wriggled her ass. Head lowered, she abandoned herself to her cravings. "Fuck me," she said quietly.
"You bet I will, baby." His voice was hoarse and hot.
"I'm so horny. I need fucking so badly. Please, give it to me. Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me."
"Oh, baby, I'll fuck you, but I want your ass."
Kerry trembled, turned her head and groaned. "Just don't hurt me."
He spread her asscheeks apart with both hands. "I won't hurt you, sweetheart. Why would I hurt the sweet cunt who's gonna give me such a good time?"
"Oh, God!" Her cries were no longer cries of fear. They were the cries of a wildly hot woman.
She felt his cockhead pressing against her asshole. She threw her head back and breathed deeply. It was going to hurt. She knew that. She had to concentrate on not yelling. She didn't dare make any noise that would call attention to them.
"Be careful, please," she said. "I've never done it this way."
"It's time you started. Once you break your asshole cherry you won't want it any other way."
"Oh, God, please! You're hurting me!"
He held her down with one huge hand. "Don't fight it. Remember, I can still call the cops. You better be a good little lay."
Hunching over her back, grunting like an animal, he forced his massive cockhead inside her virgin-tight asshole. She closed her eyes and held her breath. The pain was worse than she expected. She bit her Up to keep from crying out.
"Yeah, you sluts all dig taking it up the asshole," he said. "You fight it, but it's all bullshit. You love it. All broads do, if they tell the truth."
Her hair flew forward when he pushed in. "Oh, God, it hurts!"
"Shut up, bitch, or you'll be sorry. Just relax that sweet ass of yours and it'll all be over soon. Once it's in. There we go. Bingo."
With one convulsive thrust his entire cock was in her asshole. The pain was so intense she almost blacked out. He showed her absolutely no consideration. He fucked her savagely, ramming his prick into her bowels and laughing.
The force of his strokes pushed her down onto the floor. She got to her knees again, hoping he would come quickly.
Waves of pain engulfed her, but his insistent battering continued. She hit her fist on the floor and wept. Her asshole felt stretched and torn. It felt hot. His cock plunged in and out like a baseball bat.
"Oh, God, I love it!" she cried, unaware of the impact of her words.
"Yeah, me too." He began stroking more brutally, churning her insides like a mad-man.
"Fuck me!" she groaned, writhing her ass back at his stroking cock. "Fuck me hard!"
"I'll fuck you, all right, girlie." His fingers dug into her assflesh. "Man, will I ever!"
The pain in Kerry's asshole was dissipating and was quickly replaced by a throbbing pleasure that took her breath away. She shamelessly thrust her ass back to meet Nick's violent thrusts and loved every moment of her degradation.
"Your asshole's sucking on my cock, little girl," he snickered. "Does your husband fuck you this good? Huh? Does he?"
"No!" she cried, wantonly masturbating her clit. She thrashed her ass back in a circular motion. "No, he doesn't fuck me this good!"
"Man, what an ass. You're jerking off, huh? Gonna make sure you get your rocks off. What a cunt! Don't worry, one of these days I'll fuck your cunt too, just to try it on for size."
"Harder," she panted, falling forward from the force of his thrusts. "Fuck me harder. Make me come."
He snorted. "Make yourself come, bitch. I see your fingers. Bring yourself off, cunt."
"Awwwww! Harder! Harder!" She clawed her cunt. "Fuck me harderrrrr!"
Suddenly his cock lurched around inside her guts. She heard him suck in his breath and grab hold of her hips. As the come spewed out of his balls, she crashed through a mind-blowing orgasm.
At the end he fell on top of her, crushing her with his bulkiness. She didn't mind. In that moment all she wanted was to have his cock inside her again.
Chapter Two
Thereafter, Nick called Kerry into his office at least once a week and they fucked on the sofa. She went willingly and in fact, found herself looking forward to their meetings. He was an uncouth bully, but she couldn't resist his big cock.
She began noticing other men too. Mark became more and more absorbed in his business, working late almost every night. Sometimes she went to sleep before he came home. At times she felt he was more like a roommate than a husband.
After a few months, she began feeling jealous when Nick flirted with one of the other girls in the office. She knew he was fucking at least two other typists. She found herself dressing to catch his attention. She even bought expensive, sexy black underwear which she wore to work and hid from Mark. She wore old cotton bras and panties at home.
Nick continued treating her casually. Finally she was forced to face the fact that she needed more men in her life to make her feel like a woman and to fuck her the way she needed fucking.
She began looking around. On her days off she noticed some cute teenage boys in the neighborhood. One of them, Barry something-or-other, lived a few doors away.
He was barely more than a kid, and rode his bike up and down in front of her house when she was out in the yard. She encouraged the flirtation. Barry wasn't arrogant like Nick Anders. And he was built like a dream. He was young, true, but boys his age usually made good lovers.
She decided to approach him. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, she thought. One day as he was riding by the house on his bike, she waved. He stopped, said hello and gazed at her with a hungry look in his eyes.
It was easy to draw him out. She questioned him about his bike and about school. She found out he was eighteen. That made her feel better. There was something sweet about him too. He was the sort of a boy who could make a woman feel loved. And he wouldn't rush off to work either. He would be there for her as long as she wanted him.
After a while she rose up. "I think I'll go in now. It's not too early for a nice cold drink." She glanced around. "I know you're not quite old enough to drink, but if -you won't tell I won't tell."
The boy grinned. "Let me put this thing away and I'll be right over."
He climbed onto his bike and rode off whistling while she went into the house. Her heart beat wildly. She brought out her best glasses and filled an ice bucket. The bucket was just one of many wedding presents she had never used. Mark had no time for a social life. No wonder she had to look outside her marriage for fulfillment.
And now Barry was coming over. She felt her cheeks. They were warm. What am I doing? she thought. Living, that's what I'm doing. Isn't that what it's all about?
She glanced down. There was no time to change clothes. Anyway, Barry might think it strange if she came to the door in a nightgown. She was wearing tight jeans and a short tee-shirt that showed a lot of skin. Her nipples strained against the fabric of the shirt. Fortunately she hadn't bothered with a bra this morning.
Since she was only a few years older than the boy, she didn't feel she was robbing the cradle. The kitchen mirror confirmed what she already knew. She was a damn good-looking woman and getting better with age.
The doorbell startled her. Barry must have raced to put his bike away. When she opened the door, she suppressed a grin. The teenager's hair was freshly combed. He'd taken a moment to freshen up for her.
"Hi," he said, his eyes glued to her tits as he entered the house.
Kerry did her share of staring too. The bulge in his crotch was clearly visible, now that his bike wasn't hiding it. She waved him into the living room and followed him with freshly made bloody marys.
"I hope I'm not taking away from your homework or anything," she said.
He looked up and then looked away. His eyes looked glazed. "Naw, I did it already."
She handed him his drink and sipped hers. He seemed less comfortable than he'd been outside. For the first time she thought inviting him into the house might have been a mistake.
"Cheers," she said, touching her glass to his.
"Good drink." He fidgeted slightly, gulping his drink quickly.
When she crossed her legs, she saw his eyes go from her tits to her thighs. She patted the seat beside her.
"Come closer. It's more cozy that way."
His eyes narrowed. He knew she was playing with him. He wasn't stupid. He was a smart kid who knew women found him sexually attractive. Rising up, he moved to the sofa and sat so close to Kerry his thigh touched hers.
"I've done all the talking up till now," she said. "Tell me about yourself. What are you going to do when you graduate from high school?"
He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe I'll join up.
"Join up? Join what?"
"The Marines. My Dad was a Marine."
"That sounds interesting." She wanted to guide the conversation around to sex. "I'll bet you've got a girlfriend. Or do you play the field? A good-looking boy like you can get lots of girls. Tell me about your social life."
He shrugged. "There's nothing much to tell."
Kerry pushed her thigh against his. She saw him swallow convulsively and was both amused and turned on by his discomfort.
"Is there one girl?" she said, patting his thigh. "I'll bet there's one who's prettier than the rest. Tell me."
"You're the prettiest girl I know," he blurted out.
Kerry tried looking shocked. "But I'm older than you. Not much, but a few years at your age makes a difference."
The boy gulped. "Not really."
"No? Well, maybe you're right. When you're twenty-eight and I'm thirty the difference will disappear."
He finished his drink and placed his glass on the table. They were sitting so close she could smell his slightly sweaty, manly aroma. God, she wanted him!
When he saw her gazing at his crotch, he tried crossing his legs. His hard-on got in the way and he flushed when she smiled.
"Don't be embarrassed about it," she said, toying with her hair. "Did you know my husband went into business for himself?"
"No, I didn't know that."
He was so sweet and polite. A far cry from Nick Anders. Kerry nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes," she sighed. "I've been spending so much time alone lately, I'm afraid once I get started I talk up a storm."
As she spoke she put her hand on the boy's thigh and began rubbing it. Barry cleared his throat, slowly placed his arm on the back of the sofa behind her and put his feet up on the coffee table.
"That must be tough," he said.
"I'm glad you feel comfortable with me. That's nice. It is tough being alone so much. I appreciate a boy your age spending time with me."
"But like you said before, you're not much older than me."
The bulge in his crotch was growing. Kerry became obsessed with the prospect of taking his cock out and touching it. "Yes, but still." She stroked his thigh thoughtfully. "You know, since we get along so well there's something we can do that will make us both feel good and not hurt anybody." "What?"
She ran her hand up his thigh until her fingers grazed the bulge between his legs. His eyes widened and he groaned.
"Can't you guess?" she said.
"Yeah, I guess I can."
"What do you say?"
"About what?"
"Don't be thick. How would you like me to blow you?" "Jesus!"
"I gather you'd like it. I know I would. Would you like it?" "Jesus, sure!"
She brushed her hair out of her eyes and touched his arm. Using her free hand, she unzipped his fly, pushed her hand inside and brought out his prick.
It was beautiful. Boyish, and yet masculine. It wasn't as large as Nick's, but it was very thick. She became excited immediately.
"I don't want you to be nervous," she said, sinking to her knees between his legs and brushing her lips against his prick-tip.
"I'm not nervous."
"Good." Opening her mouth, flicking her tongue out, she licked up the drop of jizz which appeared in his piss-slit.
When he groaned, she pursed her lips and took his cockhead into her mouth. He bucked his hips, trying to force the rest of his cock inside.
"Oh, man, that's nice," he said. "Only nice? I thought I was doing better than that."
"It's great. Jesus, the greatest." "That's better."
She wanted to hear compliments. Mark ignored her lately and Nick usually rammed into her without much preliminary lovemaking. It was nice to be flattered, even if Barry was only a kid.
"Christ, that feels good," he said. "I never got sucked like this before."
"I want to do things no one has ever done to you before. I want to show you what grownups do. That way you'll be a better lover."
"Yeah, sure, I'd like that too."
I'll bet you would, she thought with a giggle.
She deliberately rubbed her tits against his legs. She slid her lips halfway down his cock-shaft and gently fondled his balls.
"Would you take your tee-shirt off?" he said.
His aggressiveness turned her on. Pushing her lips down to the root of his cock momentarily, she quickly spat it out and began pulling her tee-shirt over her head.
"Sure. I might have known you'd want to have a look at my tits."
When her tits were naked, she let them swing against his thighs.
"Wow," he said, rolling his eyes.
He lunged toward her, and although she was anxious to blow him she didn't object. His hands felt so good on her bare flesh. He was a little rough and awkward, but no rougher than Nick. And so adorably eager.
They lay down facing each other on the sofa. She helped him strip his jeans and shorts off and then she removed her own jeans. She left her panties on and crouched down between his legs. She was determined to blow him before they fucked.
Her hair fell over one eye as she hovered over him. She wet his prick down with saliva and with slow strokes of her tongue licked it up again.
She used her tongue on the sensitive flared rim under his cockhead. He groaned almost continuously and clamped his thighs around her head to imprison her.
"Jesus, what if I come?" he hissed. "I won't mind."
"Will you take it in your mouth?" "Of course." "Will you swallow it?" "Yes. Oh, God, you've got such a tasty cock!"
"I think I'm gonna come now."
She wanted him to come. She knew boys his age were horny most of the time. She wanted to taste his jism and then suck his cock until it stiffened again.
Still gently caressing his balls, she vibrated her tongue over his cockhead and slid her lips halfway down his cockshaft. Then she mouth-fucked him nonstop until he bucked his hips wildly and came.
The first squirt of jism surprised her. It was pungent. She had expected it to taste sweeter. It was thick too, and there was a lot of it. She tried to swallow every drop, but the excess dribbled out of the corners of her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, I never had a blow-job like this!"
The horny cheating wife licked his cock clean and glanced up at the boy. "I enjoyed it too!" She winked. They lay in each other's arms without talking while he recovered his breath. She still tasted his come on her tongue and her pussy throbbed with excitement. "I guess you want me to go," he said. "Are you kidding?" Kerry giggled and rolled on top of him. "You're not getting off that easy. I've got needs too." He smiled uncertainly. "Yeah, well, sure." She felt for his prick. As she expected, it was limp. She raised herself up and pushed her tits into his face.
"Suck my tits," she said. The boy was so easy to control. So sweet. She would have his cock inside her in no time.
He sucked her tits hungrily. Needing no encouragement, he opened his jaws wide and took huge mouthfuls of titflesh inside his lips and between his teeth.
"When we fuck I'm going to stay on top," she said.
He cocked an eyebrow, but continued sucking on her tits. The next time she felt for his prick it was hard.
"I'm going to put it in me now," she said, straddling his thighs.
He raised his head and made a grab for her tits. She pushed his head away. "Jesus, why'd you do that?" he said.
"You can suck them when your cock is in me and not a minute sooner." It was wildly exciting being in control. A nice change from her affair with Nick Anders.
She caught the teenager's prick between her silken thighs. He gazed up at her with glittering eyes. He took hold of her hips and started rising up. She stopped him.
"No, I'm going to do all the work."
"My cock's so damn hard again."
"I know and this time you'll last and last."
"Yeah, I know."
"I want you inside me so badly." She kissed him hotly, plunging her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his.
"I wanna fuck you so bad," he muttered.
"I'm burning up." She nibbled his lips and sucked on his tongue. "I never needed fucking so badly in my life."
"I never met anyone like you."
"I'll bet you didn't."
She thought of Nick Anders and Mark and compared them with Barry. She was a grown woman, a married woman, and she was about to commit adultery with a teenager.
Squatting over the boy, she guided his prick to the mouth of her cunt.
"And I don't even feel guilty," she said, slowly threading his cock inside her pussy.
"Huh?" the boy said.
She held his prick imbedded inside her for a moment and stroked the teenager's cheek.
"Never mind," she said. "You wouldn't understand. Oh, God, Barry, let's fuck! Let's just fuck up a storm!"
Chapter Three
The youngster couldn't believe his luck. He reached for her tits and hung on tight while she rode him.
"Hold on," he croaked, pumping his ass. "Don't fall down. Hold on."
"Just let me ride you." Kerry's cheeks were pink and her hair flew wildly around her shoulders. "Your cock is going into me so deeply. Can you feel how deep it's going?"
"Yeah, it feels like it's in your belly."
"And to me it feels like you're splitting my pussy in two." "Am I hurting you?" "No, I love it."
She giggled happily. Her cuntjuice flowed freely around his cock, providing more than enough lubrication. She bounced up and down with ease. One look at Barry told her he was in heaven.
"This is the best fuck I ever had," he said.
"We'll do it again in a different position."
The teenager began ramming his cock into her. He was getting overly excited. To discourage him from coming, she slipped off his lap.
"Why'd you stop?" he whined. "I want you to fuck me now." "What'll I do?"
She flopped onto her hands and knees, supporting herself on the arm of the sofa. "Come in from behind."
"Jesus, you want me to fuck you in the ass?"
Kerry thought about Nick and the powerful pounding he regularly gave her asshole. "No, not now. Maybe another time. Now I want you to fuck me in the cunt."
Barry positioned himself behind her and without hesitating shoved his hard cock into her burning pussy. Kerry moaned when his hands moved around her waist and pawed her tits.
"Yes, fuck me hard and fast," she said.
She shivered when she felt his balls slap against her ass. Barry said nothing, but his grunts of pleasure excited her further.
"Do me!" she yelled, bucking her ass and fucking back. "Do me good, baby! Fuck me into the ground! Fuck me good!"
"Oh, man, will I!"
His shyness gone, he began slamming into her forcefully. He held her tits and squeezed as his cock drilled into her.
"Oh, baby, you're good," she said. "Really good."
"So're you!"
"Fuck, Barry, fuck!" she shrieked. "Oh, Jesus, your cock feels like a poker inside me!" "Oh, man!" "I love it!"
"Oh, fuck, what a cunt!"
"Don't stop! Keep fucking me like that. I'm going to come. Oh, yes! Oh, God! Oh, Jesus, I'm going to come! I can feel my insides melting! Tearing apart! Your cock! Oh, God, so fucking good!"
As she came, she ground her pussy against his prick. The explosion rocked her senses. She was barely aware when the teenager came, but then he was squirting his hot come into her cunt and clawing at her tits.
"Oh, damn, what a fuck!" he cried.
At the end he seemed reluctant to withdraw his cock from her body. When he fell over onto his back, she climbed over him and sucked his fucked-out cock into her mouth.
As she licked it clean of her juices and his jism, she giggled. "I'll bet you think I'm terrible," she said.
The boy groaned. "I think you're swell."
"Ssshhh, don't talk. Let me suck this thing. My, what a tasty thing it is." * * * Mark hung up his jacket and removed his pants. It had been a long day at the office, but now he was home and he felt tired but happy.
He looked at Kerry as she undressed and once again thought about how lucky he was. He was young, but he had a growing business and a decent house. Most of all he had a wife who understood him and whose life revolved around him. How lucky could a guy be?
One of these days he'd make enough money so she could quit her job and stay home and make babies. But for now she never complained. She went to work every day and typed boring reports just to help meet the bills. Sometimes Mark couldn't understand what a girl like Kerry saw in him. What a woman!
As he watched her strip, his cock stirred. He wanted to fuck her. She looked like she needed it too. God knows, I need it, he thought. It's been too long between drinks. But work has to come first. Most of the time.
Now he watched Kerry reach back to unhook her bra. Some day when the money started rolling in he'd be able to buy her the kind of clothes she ought to wear. Instead of the plain white bras and pants she wore, he'd buy her black silk underwear, straight from Paris.
When her tits sprang into view, he felt his blood race. Kerry looked sexier in plain cotton underthings than most women looked in silk and lace.
Grinning, he quickly stepped out of his shorts and moved toward her. He took her tits in his hands and kissed her neck.
"I'm bushed, but you're getting to me, hon.
How about a little round before we sack out?"
Kerry was never too tired for sex. She returned his kisses. "I'd love it, hon."
"You're so beautiful, babe," he murmured, kissing her tits. "I sometimes forget how gorgeous you are."
"I'll remind you every now and then."
"Mmmmm, you're sweet."
"And you know just what I like. Ooohhh, I love when you do that to my nipples."
He played with her nipples for a while. Soon they stood out from her tits like twin peaks. When they were totally erect, he took them between his teeth and lashed them with his tongue.
Kerry sighed and closed her eyes. "Mark, darling, I wish we had sex more often."
"I do too, hon, but there's no time. I'll make it up to you when the business gets off the ground. I promise, we'll have sex every day once the money starts rolling in."
It might be too late then, she thought. He took her hand and moved it over his cock. She clutched his cock tightly and remembered how much she loved him.
"I'll hold you to that promise," she said dreamily, squeezing his prick.
"Get on the bed, honey."
"Yes, and you get on top of me."
"Not so fast. Aren't you going to suck it?"
"Of course. Of course I'm going to suck it."
But when she stretched out on her back, he pressed his face against the warmth of her cunt muff. He nuzzled her pussy mound until she opened herself to him.
He tongued her puffy cunt. He forced her outer cuntlips apart and found her clit. She squealed and spread her legs wide-apart. He put his arms around her, grabbing her asscheeks and pulling her pussy closer to his mouth.
"I thought you wanted me to suck your cock," she said.
"I decided to eat you first."
"You're making me so hot, darling." She gripped the sheet and clawed at it. There was nothing like Mark's familiar mouth on her pussy.
"I love you, honey," she said. "I love you too." "Mark?" "What, hon?" "Nothing."
He raised his head. "I love eating you. I wish I had time to do it more often."
"Come here and put your cock in me. I really need a good fucking."
"My poor darling." He crawled over her, mounting her and letting his cock stab her cunt.
She tilted her ass up, took hold of his prick and tried pushing it into her pussy-hole.
"Help me," she giggled. "I'm having trouble getting it in."
He gently pushed her hand away. "That's because this is a man's work. I'll put it in, baby."
She was breathing hard and filled with love. She arched her back and tilted her cunt up. He shoved his prick between her hot hairy cuntlips and found her juicy fuck-hole. She gasped. It felt so good.
"I could come this minute," she said. "Oh, honey, I love when you fuck me."
"Me too. Just calm down and let me do all the work. If you keep wiggling around you'll make me come too fast."
She did as he asked. She realized how much she loved him and regretted the needs that drove her to the arms of other men.
When she came, her pussy grabbed hold of Mark's cock. "I love you, Mark!" she cried.
"Yeah, sure you do," he grunted, using all the control he could muster. Cupping her ass, he continued stabbing his prick into her spasming cunt.
She panted breathlessly. He wasn't through. He would fuck her long enough to bring her off again. Once again she was filled with love for Mark. He was the most important man in her life and always would be.
But she couldn't help but compare him to Nick Anders. Nick was a violent, inconsiderate lover. But how he could fuck! Mark was sweet and thoughtful, but didn't thrill her the way Nick did.
Now she smiled up into Mark's face. He looked tired. He'd been working so hard. And he was obviously doing his best to give her a good fuck. Maybe he was trying too hard. She was getting turned off.
"Darling," she said, wrapping her legs around his back. "If you stop for a minute we can try another position."
"What's wrong with this one?"
"Nothing." The way he was banging into her was making her pussy sore.
"I'm doing my best to make up for all the nights I don't have the energy to fuck you."
"I know." Her legs ached. Making up for lost time didn't work when it came to sex.
He kissed her on the lips, swiping his tongue into her mouth briefly. "Did you have a good come?"
"Uh huh."
"I want you to come again before we're through."
"I think I'm almost there." She wanted him to come and get it over with so she could bring her legs down onto the bed. The whole thing was turning out to be a fiasco. The thrill just wasn't there.
"Yeah, me too," he puffed, working his hips up and down mechanically and drilling his prick into her pussy.
"You're wonderful, hon. Really wonderful. You know just what I like."
"Some day we'll do this every day. I promise. Jesus, I'm almost there. You gonna come with me?"
"Yes, yes, I'm coming with you."
He covered her mouth with his, frenching her hotly and banging his cock into her. He squeezed her tits and fucked her until her insides felt raw. When he finally came, she pretended to come too.
Then he was through. He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. She cuddled up behind him and pressed the full length of her body against his.
"What a fuck!" she whispered.
"Yeah, it was great, wasn't it?"
"It always is with us," she lied.
She waited for him to fall asleep. When he began snoring, she rolled onto her back and parted her thighs.
The rich aroma of ripe cunt wafted up to her. She fingered herself and felt Mark's jism. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she licked them clean of cuntjuice and spunk and moved them back to her pussy-gash.
She repeated this process several times, wiping up cuntjuice and come and licking her fingers clean. Somehow the taste and smell of their juices made her horny again.
The realization that she needed other men came as a shock to her. She had told herself that if Mark had more time for sex she would no longer cheat. She knew now that was wrong. She cheated because she enjoyed it. It was as simple as that.
Now a soft purr escaped her throat as she scooped up more cuntjuice and jism and sucked her fingers clean. The supply of cuntjuice was endless. Her pussy oozed the whitish fluid continually. She would just have to jerk off to satisfy her horniness.
Her outer cuntlips were still puffy and slick, a sure indication of arousal. Her entire pussy was awash with fuck-juice. And her clit was hard, another sure sign of excitement.
She began by shoving her index finger into her cunt-hole and rubbing her thumb over her clit. She wasn't worried about awakening Mark. He was a sound sleeper. Anyway, she didn't yell when she climaxed like some women. She purred and moaned daintily. Or so she'd been told.
She thought about Nick and wondered if he was getting bored with her. He was paying a lot of attention to a new typist. A blonde with a big ass and massive tits.
No matter. Kerry knew better than to depend on Nick for her sex-life. She planned to look around and see who else was available. Sexy men were everywhere, after all.
Saturday night she and Mark were going to a party. None of the men in their circle ever seriously came on to her. They were all young couples who were just starting out. If anyone was cheating, she hadn't heard about it.
She wondered about her best friend, Becky. Her husband Chuck was a truck driver who spent most of his time on the road. Truck drivers had a reputation for fucking up a storm, but Becky never complained. In fact the sexy blonde gave the impression of being happily married.
But so do I, Kerry thought as she finger-fucked herself. And I am, in a way. In my own way I love Mark. She thrust a second finger into her cunt and wriggled it around.
She vibrated her thumb over her clit and thought about the party. I'll wear something sexy, she thought. And I'll flirt.
Mark wouldn't notice. He usually got involved in a business discussion with one or two of his friends. That left her on her own and usually she just chatted with her girlfriends. But not this time. This time she'd see if there wasn't someone in their crowd she could have an affair with.
Her fingers were drenched with her juices. She used her free hand to finger-fuck her asshole. At intervals she continued sucking her fingers into her mouth, enjoying the perversity.
Nick Anders, look what you started! she thought with a giggle. When you found me with my hand in the till, you sure opened Pandora's little box. She giggled again as she whacked herself off.
Chapter Four
"What's happening, Toots? You behaving yourself?"
Kerry smiled at the man at her right. "I'm keeping busy. How about you?"
The man, whose name was Fred, grinned. "Not as busy as I'd like to be. Say, you're different lately. What's going on? Is the job changing you into a career woman?" He smirked and stared openly at her tits.
"I'll never be a career woman," she said, searching around for Mark.
"You broads. You don't know what you want."
"Have you seen Mark?"
Still smirking, Fred moved his face closer to hers. "No, but what do you need him for when you've got me?"
Fred was an old friend. Kerry didn't find him especially attractive. Besides, his wife was a nice girl. No, Fred was definitely not a potential lover.
"I'm a married woman," she laughed, pushing him away.
"Everyone's married," Fred leered.
"Where's Mark?" she said.
"Why don't you forget about Mark and concentrate on me?"
"Because I haven't seen him all evening."
She was sipping her third martini and feeling mellow. But she wasn't having a good time. She was having second thoughts about starting an affair with one of Mark's friends. She thought maybe she ought to try and put some excitement in her marriage instead of always thinking about other men.
"I think I'll go upstairs and see if I can find Mark," she said.
Fred gazed at a sexy redhead across the room. "Who's that?"
"I don't know. We haven't met yet. I think she's new in the neighborhood."
"Mind if I go cop a feel?"
"Be my guest."
She was glad to be rid of Fred. Especially when it suddenly occurred to her that Becky was nowhere in sight either.
"Excuse me," she said, as she pushed through the crush of people.
She hesitated outside the master bedroom. The door was closed. That was strange in itself because the coats were in there on the bed. When she heard Mark's voice and then Becky's, she froze.
What in hell are they doing in there? she thought.
Her heart pounded. Mark and Becky? My best friend with my husband? No, it's not possible. Becky would never do that to me. And Mark wouldn't cheat. He barely has the time to make love to me. Why would he be interested in someone else?
Don't be an ass, she thought. It's probably perfectly innocent. Just go in and find out what they're doing. It's nothing. Go ahead. What are you afraid of?
Still, she hesitated. The voices were getting louder. She heard Becky giggle. She heard Mark chuckle.
She opened the door a crack and peered inside. The room was well-lit. She caught herself just in time, before she gasped. Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed and Becky was on her knees before him. Sucking his cock.
Kerry felt herself tremble. She knew she ought to go before she saw any more. This was bad enough. And Mark claimed to be too busy to fuck her. The worm!
She blushed with shame and humiliation. My husband with my best friend. What a joke! Except I'm not laughing.
On the other hand, I'm no angel, she thought. I've already had two affairs and I'm looking for more. But Becky? If Mark's going to fuck anyone, let it be a stranger, not my best friend.
Understanding be damned, she thought. I'm mad. Damn mad. She gazed at the blonde inside the room. No wonder she's so complacent about Chuck being on the road. She's fucking my husband and probably has been for months!
Kerry began closing the door. Clenching her fists, she put her ear to the door and heard Becky laugh out loud. When Mark said something she couldn't understand, she opened the door again.
She was too curious to leave. She had to stay and see what they were up to. Maybe Becky would just blow him and let it go at that. But then again, maybe Mark would fuck her. That would signal a full-fledged affair.
"Are you wearing the panties I bought you?" Mark said.
Kerry froze. He bought her panties!
"Yes," Becky giggled. "Wanna see?"
"Keep sucking, hon. There's plenty of time."
"Do you think we should go downstairs just to check and make sure we're not missed."
"Hell, no. Kerry's happy. She's got her martinis and as usual she's surrounded by guys. That's all she cares about. Attention."
"You poor thing. Kerry's my best friend, but she is self-centered."
Out in the hall, Kerry fumed. So I'm self-centered, am I? I'll show her. She was about to throw the door open and burst in on them, but she stopped herself just in time.
No, she thought. I'll stay out here and watch. I'll arm myself and then confront them. And then?
And then nothing. Peeking into the room, watching her best friend lick her husband's cock, she knew she had no choice but to say nothing. She didn't want a divorce and she did love Mark, despite everything. And she was indeed self-centered. Sort of.
No, she would say nothing. But she'd never forget tonight. And she'd go out and fuck every man in sight if she felt like it.
Becky was moaning now as she fluttered her tongue around and around Mark's cockhead. Kerry found herself becoming stimulated by the sight. Becky was a stunning blonde. And she'd obviously had a lot of experience cocksucking. Mark certainly looked excited.
"You're making my cock like a piece of steel," he said.
"And you're making my pussy like a swamp."
"Oh, baby, what you do to me!"
"Mmmmm, and you to me."
From her vantage point in the hall, Kerry could see everything clearly. Becky was pushing her big tits against Mark's legs. Mark was stroking her hair. At one point he reached down and felt her tits.
"Get on the bed," he said.
Becky flicked her tongue over his piss-slit one last time before climbing onto the bed. "Here I am," she giggled, her long blonde hair hanging down to her waist.
"Get your panties off and assume the position."
"Which position?"
"Your ass on a platter so I can fuck it."
Kerry fumed. He hardly ever fucked her in the ass. And now here he was about to cornhole Becky. It wasn't fair.
Kerry watched as Becky lifted her skirt, wiggled her hips and peeled her panties down. They were black string bikinis, and Mark grinned when she tossed them at his face.
"I love the way you smell," he said.
He never says that to me, Kerry thought.
Becky climbed onto her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. "Come in me, honey. I love when you come in my asshole."
Mark knelt behind her. "Here goes. Right up the old chocolate highway."
Kerry broke out in a sweat. Mark seemed like a stranger. He was so uninhibited with Becky. So different from the Mark she knew.
She watched wide-eyed as her husband pushed his prick against her best friend's asshole. He swabbed his cockhead against Becky's cunt-gash to wet it down and moved it back to her ass.
Becky let out a low moan when he opened her asshole with his fingers. "Shove it in, lover," she said.
Guiding his prick into her shitter, Mark needed no further encouragement. He made a harsh sound as he entered her. Holding her hips to steady himself, he began thrusting.
"Jesus, I love fucking you," he said.
"And I love it too. Mmmmm, this is better than when we do it in the car."
"Yeah." He watched his cock slide in and out of her widely-stretched asshole. "You ought to see what I can see."
"I wish I could, but I sure feel it."
"Oh, baby, what a cunt you are!"
Out in the hall, Kerry shivered. Damn you both to hell! she thought. Damn you!
Becky was moaning constantly now, and Kerry knew she ought to close the door and return to the party. She felt the wetness between her legs and realized that despite her fury she was getting excited.
Two can play this game, she thought as she quietly closed the door and tiptoed down the stairs. Two can play and now I don't have to feel guilty either. * * * Incredibly, when they arrived home from the party Mark insisted Kerry go down on him.
"Come on, hon," he said, pushing his cock against her mouth.
"I thought you were tired," she said, pressing her unwilling lips against his cockshaft.
She felt him tense up when she flicked her tongue over his balls. She felt the heat of him as she fluttered her tongue-tip up and down his cock-stalk.
"Not too tired for this," he said.
"How would you like to fuck me in the ass as long as you're not tired?"
Silence. "Not tonight, hon. Just suck my cock awhile and maybe tomorrow I'll do your ass."
Kerry remembered how lustily he'd fucked Becky in the ass only hours before. She pressed her fingers against the underside of his cock and coaxed a drop of spunk from his pisser.
"Do you still find me exciting?" she said.
"Sure, of course I do. What makes you ask?"
She gathered a drop of jism on her tongue and tasted it. "Just checking. We've been married a year and some men get bored with their wives." "Not me."
"Ummmmm, lucky me."
"Good sucking, hon."
Liar, she thought. Aloud she said, "I never get tired of sucking your cock."
"Want me to suck your cunt?"
"You must be feeling guilty about something." The words were out before she could stop herself.
"Guilty? Why should I feel guilty?"
Kerry was afraid she'd gone too far. "I'm just kidding, darling. Let me suck your lollipop a little longer. Mmmmm, my pussy's getting so wet."
Opening her mouth wide, she slid the ring of her lips down to the root of his prick. He groaned and plunged his hard-on into her throat.
Kerry was surprised that his cock was hard again. He had just shot off in Becky's asshole a few hours before. Or did he pull out before he came?
"Good cocksucking," Mark said, sounding more bored than aroused.
Kerry was angry, but she still enjoyed the cocksucking. And she would go along with whatever Mark wanted. Now that she'd caught him cheating she could do whatever she wanted without feeling guilty. That was worth something.
Her lips raced up and down his cockshaft. She squeezed his balls rather less gently than usual. When he protested, she wet them down with saliva and deliberately pulled on a few tendrils of cock-hair.
"Ouch," he said.
"Sorry, darling."
"You're acting funny."
"It's your imagination. I'm just horny."
"Well, take it easy on my nuts."
"I can't help it. I'm just so excited. It isn't every night you're not too tired to fuck."
"Who said we're gonna fuck?"
"I assumed we would."
"Hell, hon, I've got to go to the office tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's Sunday."
"I've got a lot of book work. Sunday's the only day I can get it done."
And what about Becky? Kerry thought. Is she going to come to the office and help you with your bookwork, or is she just going to let you fuck her in the ass?
Of course, she said nothing. She wasn't sure how she would handle Becky. They had a lunch date for the following week. Under the circumstances, it would probably prove to be interesting.
"You're not going to come in my mouth, are you?" she said.
"I think I'll pass."
"What's the matter? Too tired?"
"Yeah, I am sort of bushed."
"Are you doing me a favor, letting me suck your prick?"
"Now, hon . . . "
"Never mind. I'm being bitchy."
"As a matter of fact, you are. Just suck a little more and then we'll sack out."
You bastard, she thought as she nursed on his prick. I don't care if you fuck me. I'd rather fuck Nick Anders. Hell, I'd rather fuck Barry.
She thought about Becky's husband, Chuck. I could get even by going after Chuck, she thought. And maybe I will, if he ever gets off the road long enough.
"Good sucking, babe," Mark said, still sounding more bored than excited. "Maybe I'll come in your mouth after all. Suck a little faster."
Fuck you! she fumed to herself, complying with his request.
His cockhead banged against the back of her throat. His balls slapped her chin with every thrust.
It's a man's world, she thought bitterly. And I'm getting sick of it. I'm going to start doing what I enjoy, and fuck morality.
She buried Mark's cock as deep inside her throat as it would go. She knew that soon he would drop his load in her mouth and she didn't mind. She looked forward to it.
She held his nuts and felt the thickness of his load inside. His cock stiffened in her bulging mouth as his come blasted out of his cock-tip.
"Swallow it, baby," he rasped, holding her head and banging away.
I guess he didn't get enough from Becky, she thought triumphantly. I guess no matter what, a wife has some rights.
"Swallow it all," he said, holding her chin and forcing his prick into her throat.
She tried, but some of his jism trickled from the corners of her mouth and wet her tits. When he withdrew, she licked her lips and pressed her face against his balls.
"You do love me, don't you?" she said.
He stroked her hair. "You know I do."
She felt panicked. Holding him closely, she felt tears sting her eyes. "And you do find me exciting, still?"
"Sure, babe, sure. When I get my business off the ground, I'll show you how exciting I find you."
She thought about Becky and how enthusiastically Mark had fucked her in the ass. Maybe it's my fault, she thought. Maybe if I wore my sexy underwear with Mark he wouldn't have to go to my best friend for sex.
She sucked his balls into her mouth one by one. "Honey?" she whispered, sniffing his essence.
"What," he said, stifling a yawn.
"Did you have a good time at the party?"
"Yeah, it was all right."
She hesitated. "I couldn't find you at one point. Where did you go?"
"I was talking with some of the guys in the rec-room. The usual stuff. You know. Business."
"Oh, I thought that was probably it."
"Come on, let's hit the sack."
"Okay, hon." Tears spilled down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away. "Let's go to sleep."
Chapter Five
"You're dying for it, aren't you?" Nick smirked, taking his cock in his fist and yanking on his cockhead.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am," Kerry said, removing her bra and fondling her nipples. "Is that all right with you?"
He snickered. "You bet. Why is it some of the hotter-looking chicks don't know shit about sucking cock?"
"I don't know."
"You could give them lessons."
"Fuck you, Nick Anders."
Her movements slow and sexy, the horny wife peeled her panties from her hips and tossed them onto the floor. Nick had locked the door and the rest of the staff were out to lunch. Kerry was looking forward to a solid hour of fucking.
Nick stretched out naked on the sofa. Kerry sat down next to him and began masturbating. Nick liked watching her jerk off. In the beginning, she had felt self-conscious about touching herself in front of him. Now she enjoyed it.
After her discovery that Mark was cheating, her entire attitude changed. She enjoyed sex more than ever now. And she was hard inside where it didn't show. She no longer trusted anyone or anything.
Now Nick leered at her pussy. She drilled a finger inside to test the water. It emerged glistening with cunt-honey.
"Get over here and get my cock hard," he said, still pumping his prick.
His cock looked totally hard to Kerry. Still, she squatted down over his crotch and rubbed the tip of his cockhead against her wet pussy-slit.
"Does that feel good?" she purred, wriggling her ass as she swabbed his cock up and down her cunt. "Can't complain."
She concentrated on moving his cockhead over her clit. "Mmmmm, I could do this all day."
"Yeah, and I might let you." "I love the way you fuck me." "Remember how I had to force you the first time?"
"Yes. How was I to know I'd become addicted to your cock?"
He smirked, glancing down at his prick. "I got you hooked on assfucking, didn't I?"
"Yes." His cock was ramrod-hard now. Hard enough to feel wonderful when it finally slid into her body. "Where are you going to fuck me today?"
"Guess."
She squealed when he pushed her head down and forced his cunt-juice soaked cock into her mouth. The taste of her cunt on his fuck-tool made the cocksucking more exciting. She shrugged as she lapped her tongue around and around his cockhead.
"Surprise me," she said.
"I might just give you a load in your mouth."
"I wouldn't mind." She used her tongue like a vibrator on the flared rim of his knob.
"Shit, you want it in your cunt, don't you? Isn't that where it's at for you broads?"
Kerry raised her head and smiled. "I can come when I just have your dick in my mouth."
"Well, I want your cunt, baby, so lie down." He sat up, pushed her down on her back and mounted her.
Pulling her knees back, the overheated young wife opened herself to the coarse man. Her cunt winked open, as did her asshole. He was right. She was addicted to assfucking. But not for the reason he cited. She'd become addicted to assfucking when she'd found Mark fucking Becky in the asshole. It was as simple as that.
Now she fairly bristled with desire. Nick's cock poked around her snatch. It reared out from his crotch like a piece of steel. When he positioned the head against the gaping lips of her cunt, she trembled. When he entered her, she gasped.
"Mmmmm, that's wonderful," she sighed, feeling her pussy snap shut around his dick.
He bore down into her, sending his prick soaring into her depths. "Move that ass!" he said.
She tilted her ass up and responded to his deep thrusts. Then he began jabbing, giving her shallow strokes that made her clit quiver.
"Oh, yeahhhhh!" she wheezed, twisting her ass in a circular motion.
"What a cunt!" he snarled.
"Yes! Yes! That's good!"
"Yeah, you love it all, cunt."
She was getting very excited. She writhed against him, holding her legs high and squeezing her cunt around his prick. He let her feel the full length of his cock one more time and then began pistoning it into her.
She grabbed her tits as she came. His balls hit her ass with every wild thrust. "You sure know how to fuck," she panted.
"Get your asshole wet."
He slipped his cock out of her cunt long enough for her to collect a good amount of cunt-juice on her hands. She used it to wet down her asshole. She spread the musky-smelling liquid over her entire asscrack. She concentrated on her shitter, shoving a finger inside to prepare it for Nick's cock.
"Squeeze it," he said, shoving his cock into her fist.
"Anything you want, Nick."
"That's my sweet whore." He pushed her hand away and aimed his cock toward her asshole."
"Don't call me that," she said.
"I'll call you whatever I want," he rasped, rubbing his cockhead against her shitter.
"Oh, Nick, put it in!"
"In good time, baby. Let's just get this little sucker good and ready."
"I love when you ass-fuck me."
Suddenly he released his prick. "You put it in," he grinned sadistically.
"No, you. I want you to put it in."
"Bitch."
"Shove it in, Nick. Shove your big cock into my sweet asshole."
She stroked her clit while he wedged his cockhead against her puckered flower of an asshole. Once it was inside her, she began breathing again. The moment of penetration was both painful and incredibly pleasurable.
"Mmmmm, you really turn me on," she said.
"I guess you'll never steal from petty cash again."
"Oh, Nick! Why don't you just forget all that?"
"Nick Anders never forgets."
She bit her lower Up and rolled her head back and forth. His entire prick was in her asshole now, and as she clawed her clit she climbed toward orgasm.
"Are your balls full of come?" she said.
"Sure, baby, sure. And you're gonna get a nice enema in a minute."
"I love when you give me a come-enema."
"Keep rubbing that clit of yours," he said, driving his prick balls-deep into her asshole.
Kerry felt every bump and ridge of his prick in her sensitive shit-chute. She remembered how Becky had yelled when Mark fucked her in the ass.
"I love it!" Kerry hissed now. "Oh, kiss me, Nick. Kiss me."
Nick kissed her, frenching her deeply and lowering his lips to her tits. "Your asshole's so damn tight," he said. "So fucking tight. Jesus, what a cunt you are."
He began fucking her faster. She knew he was approaching orgasm. She fucked back with circular movements of her ass. The fire in her pussy would soon be doused. She rubbed her clit in a frenzy.
"It's coming!" he yelled, shoving his prick deep inside her asshole.
Again and again, he drove his prick into her widely-stretched ass ring. She felt his come in her bowels and the steady stream triggered her own climax.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his back.
When Nick stopped thrusting, he collapsed and placed his full weight on her body. "I've got a friend I want you to meet," he said.
"Who?"
"A good friend. I want you to be nice to him."
She hesitated and then suddenly understood. "You don't mean you want me to fuck him?"
Jism poured out of her asshole and drenched the sofa when his cock slipped from her shitter.
"Sure, baby, sure," he said soothingly. "Like I said, he's a good friend."
Kerry knew she had no choice if she wanted to keep her job. Anyway, she was intrigued about the prospect of fucking a total stranger.
"I'll do it for you, Nick," she said, rising up unsteadily and reaching for her panties. "Because I like my job."
Nick chuckled. "Yeah, and because you love cock, toots. You just can't get enough of the old in and out."
Kerry giggled. "That too." * * * "I'll be working late tonight too, darling," Kerry said to Mark a few weeks later.
"Uh huh," Mark said, his face hidden by the newspaper.
His reply was predictable, but it still irritated Kerry. It seemed that the longer they were married the less attention he paid her.
"I might even be home after you're in bed," she said now.
"Yeah, uh-huh."
She waited until he left the house. Then she dressed carefully, slipping into a sexy dress and high-heeled pumps. She was meeting Nick's friend at a popular downtown bar, and she wouldn't have time to go home and change after work.
As she headed downtown to her office, she felt strangely excited and a little apprehensive. Nick hadn't said much about Ringo. She just knew they were good friends. Old high school buddies. Nothing else.
The other typists made a fuss about her appearance. She usually wore slacks and a sweater to work. Today she looked like she was going to a party. And in fact, she felt somewhat festive.
The day went quickly, and when she climbed into her car at exactly five her heart was pounding. Her knees felt rubbery when she walked into the dimly lit bar. She didn't know what Ringo looked like. She was supposed to place her purse on the table and order two martinis. Using these clues, Ringo would find her.
She felt self-conscious about being alone. The place was crowded, loaded with singles trying to make out. She chose a small table in the corner, but still several men came by and tried picking her up.
If she hadn't been feeling so uncomfortable, she would have noticed a steely-eyed man sitting at the bar and staring at her. When he finally made his way to her table, she glanced up and knew instantly he was Nick's friend.
He was tall, built like an athlete and expensively dressed.
"You must be Kerry," he said, politely extending his hand. "I'm Ringo."
Since she had been expecting a rough-neck type, she was pleasantly surprised.
"Hello," she said almost shyly. "And yes, I am Kerry."
He took the chair opposite hers and ordered two more martinis. "You seem surprised about something," he said.
She blushed. "I am a little. I was expecting someone more like Nick."
He laughed, crossing his legs and letting his eyes rest on her chest. "In that case, you thought I'd be a slob, right?"
She giggled nervously. "Well, I wouldn't have put it quite that way."
"We're old buddies, actually, Nick and I. I used to be more like him, but I worked on becoming a gentleman and he didn't."
"You worked on it?"
He nodded. "Yes. It can be done, you know." Lifting his glass, he nodded. "Cheers. Drink up. You look a little uptight."
"I am," Kerry confessed. "I've never done anything like this before."
"Does it excite you, making love with a virtual stranger?"
"Yes, a little. But I feel a little like a piece of meat, too."
"If it will help, I understand. Just relax and unwind. Since I'm not a woman, I can't completely put myself in your place. But I can try. Remember this. I won't hurt you. I simply want some pleasure without any bother. That's why I wanted a married woman. Someone who simply enjoys an occasional diversion." "Are you married?"
He nodded. "Very much so. My wife is an attorney."
"Oh? A woman's libber."
"Rather. We're both committed to the marriage, but not to each other. At least not exclusively. What about you? Does your husband go his own way too?"
"I'm afraid he does, but not like you and your wife." She lowered her head. "I just found out recently that he's cheating on me. I know it must sound funny, my complaining about him cheating, but that's because you don't know the whole story."
"Tell me the whole story." He moved his chair closer to hers and rested his hand on her thigh.
"It's boring, really." Kerry felt the old familiar tingle in her pussy. Ringo's hand burned into the flesh of her thigh. She took a deep breath. "I found him in bed with my best friend. That, after thinking he was so involved with his work he had no time for anything else.
What a simpleton he must think I am."
"You sound bitter." Ringo slipped his hand under her skirt and fondled her knee.
"I am, I guess." She glanced at his hand. His fingers touched her inner thigh. Their eyes met.
"As you see, I find you very attractive," he said. "Why don't I get the check? I've got an apartment not far from here where we can be alone."
"Yes," she said, her voice calm but her heart pounding in her chest. "I'll follow you in my car."
After he paid the check they drove separately to an elegant high-rise apartment building, only blocks away from the bar. They met in the lobby and rode together in silence to the penthouse.
"What do you do for a living?" she said as he flicked on the lights in the entrance hall.
"I'm an attorney," he said, removing his tie and unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt.
"Do you and your wife work out of the same firm?"
As they chatted they walked into the tastefully furnished living room. Ringo directed her to the massive white leather sofa and sat down next to her.
"No," he said, taking her hand and kissing the palm. "I work alone and she's with a large firm. That way we don't get in each other's hair too much."
"I gather you don't live here."
He smiled, kissing her fingertips one by one. "No. We use it for this."
"You both bring other people here?"
"Don't look so frightened. We reserve in advance. That way there's no possibility of embarrassment."
"You certainly are sophisticated."
"Not really. Just well-organized."
He excused himself, went to the kitchen and returned with two drinks. After handing her a glass, he sat down again.
She sipped the straight gin gratefully. She found herself terribly attracted to this man. She wondered if he'd be a good lover. You could never tell about that. He might look good on the surface and still be a dud in the sack.
"Well, Kerry," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his crotch. "What do you say? Would you like to go to bed now?"
"That's why we're here, isn't it?"
He laughed. "Yes, that's why we're here."
Chapter Six
Ringo drew Kerry into his arms and began kissing her. His kisses were soft and feathery. He peppered her face and throat and ears with light but sensuous kisses.
"Give me some tongue," he said.
Kerry relaxed. The old-fashioned expression excited her. She slid her tongue into his mouth and waited for his response.
"Nice," he murmured. "Very nice."
As they kissed, he slipped his hand inside her dress. He touched the swelling of her tits before moving his hand inside her bra.
"Oh, yes," she breathed.
"I love your tits. I was hoping they were for real."
"What else would they be?" "Foam rubber." "Not me."
"Sorry. But I've run across a few that looked like the real thing and turned out to be rubber."
"Mmmmmm, I like that."
"Your tits are very sensitive, aren't they?"
Before she could reply, he was unzipping her dress and pulling it down over her shoulders. When she was stripped down to her waist, he tugged at her bra.
"Ah, yes," he said, leering at her naked tits.
"Do you approve?" she said as he kissed the swell of her tit-mounds.
"More than that. They're the loveliest I've seen in a long time."
"Suck my nipples."
"My pleasure."
"Oh my."
"So lovely." He brushed his lips back and forth over her nipples. Kelly felt a flash of excitement shoot through her cunt as he flicked his tongue around one of her nipples.
"I'm glad you like my tits," she said, cradling his head.
"I've been told I have a very talented tongue." "Me too."
"I hope to find out about yours very soon." "Mmmmmm, me too." She sighed. "I could almost come when you do that." "Myra would love your tits." "Myra?"
"My wife. She loves licking big tits."
"Is she a lesbian?"
"No, just a sophisticate."
Kerry trembled as he went from one tit to the other. She held his head and laced her fingers through his hair. "I've never done anything like that with another woman."
"If you ever decide to explore that part of your nature, I'll introduce you to Myra."
"Ummmmmm."
He drew one of her nipples into his mouth. He captured it between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue-tip. Kerry lay back on the sofa. He hovered over her, sucking loudly on her tits.
"That really does feel good," she said.
"Is your pussy getting wet?" "Yes."
He obviously liked taking his time. He continued sucking and kissing her tits. When he pushed her dress down to her thighs, she knew he would soon kiss her pussy.
"Kiss me there," she murmured, writhing her ass on the sofa.
"I intend to."
She lifted her ass when he peeled her panties down. The leather sofa felt strange on her bare flesh. She wondered why he didn't suggest getting into bed.
"Does your husband know you cheat on him?"
"No."
"But you caught him?" "Yes."
Ringo seemed to become more excited when they discussed Mark. He pressed his lips against her cunt muff and inhaled her fragrance.
"And he was fucking your best friend?"
"Yes."
He swiped his tongue over her cuntfolds. "You taste very delicious." She moaned. "Oh, God, that feels good!" "If you like that, you found the right man.
I love muff-diving."
She widened the spread of her legs when he speared his tongue into her cunt-hole. "Oh, yes, I see that. Mmmmmm, I could come right now."
"I haven't even licked your clit yet."
"Yes, but I'm sensitive all over."
"You smell wonderful." He swabbed his tongue over her clit.
She lost control then, slamming her cunt into his face. "Oh, God, make me come!"
"Open your legs wider. Drape that one over the back of the sofa."
"Like this?"
"Yes, now you're really open. A feast for the eyes and the mouth."
All inhibitions gone, the horny wife clamped her thighs around his head. His warm breath fanned the flames of her pussy and she quivered with lusty anticipation.
Suddenly he stopped, climbed to his feet and nodded. "Now we'll use the bed."
In the bedroom, she stepped out of her shoes, but not her thigh-high stockings. Ringo stripped slowly, all the while gazing with hot eyes at her cunt and tits. She stretched out on the king-sized bed and waited.
"That's right," he smiled. "Get those pretty legs spread."
"You must think I'm a slut."
He hesitated. "No, just a hot-blooded woman. There's a difference, you know."
She still hadn't seen his cock. She waited impatiently as he folded his clothes and placed them on a chair. He seemed to be in no hurry, acting in some ways like a man who had something to hide.
His body was beautiful. When he was down to his shorts, she gazed at him with open admiration. His chest was broad and muscular. His waist was small, and his thighs thick and strong-looking.
But why was he hiding his cock?
When he finally removed his shorts, Kerry tried to hide her disappointment. He wasn't hard. Not only wasn't he hard, his cock looked small and wrinkled. His balls weren't impressive, either.
He saw her expression and smiled. "You look worried. Don't be."
"Worried? Why should I be worried?"
Naked, he climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. Once again he began eating her. "In any event, don't be. Some men get better as times goes by. I'm one of them. 1 assure you that when my cock gets hard it's quite impressive."
"Oh, God!" she shivered as he pressed his lips against her pussy. "I'm not worried. Honest."
"How does this feel?" He vibrated his tongue over her clit. "Terrific."
"They don't call me 'tireless-tongue' for nothing."
"I can attest to that."
He went to work on her clit with zeal. He stiffened the tip of his tongue and flicked it briskly over the sensitive nub. Raw pleasure surged through her. She opened and closed his legs as his tongue flew over her little sex organ.
"You're going to make me come!"
He didn't answer, but licked steadily as her excitement mounted. He lashed his tongue over her clit in a way that made her gasp for breath. No one had ever eaten her like this before. He seemed like a man possessed. A man doing what he loved most.
When he pressed his lips to her clit and sucked hard, she gave an ecstatic scream and lifted her ass off the bed.
"I'm cominggggg!" she wailed.
His sucking was loud and wet, and she bucked her hips in a frenzy as one orgasm led to another and then another. The sheet was soon soaked with her cunt-juice and his saliva. And still her pleasure continued as he sucked hard on her fuck-button.
She was vaguely aware of her body thrashing and writhing about. She imprisoned his face between her thighs and rocked back and forth in an orgy of lust.
When she stopped coming, when her pussy was sated, he continued eating her. Now she loosened her grip on his head and begged him to stop.
"I can't take any more," she said. "I never came so much in my life."
Wiping his face on the sheet, he chuckled. "That was the appetizer. Now for the entree."
Her eyes widened when he climbed on top of her. His cock was hard. And as he'd promised, it was impressively large.
"Come here to me," she moaned as he entered her. "Come here and fuck me."
Seizing her hips, he pumped his cock in and out of her cunt-hole. He didn't last long, but she didn't mind. When he growled and shot his load inside her, she came again.
He took her into his arms and kissed her brow. "Next time I'll last longer," he said.
"I have no complaints."
"Even so." There was a moment of silence. Then he kissed her lips tenderly. "You can suck it now if you like."
Climbing between his legs, she bushed her lips over his shrunken prick.
"I like," she grinned, holding his cock with one hand and licking the tip. "I like just fine." * * * "Please, kiss me there. Right there. No, a little higher. On my pussy. At the top. Yes, there."
Kerry lay sprawled out in the middle of the bed. The bed was in a motel near the airport. The man, a mechanic named Mac, was still dressed in skin-tight jeans and a sweaty tee-shirt. He was kneeling between her thighs and holding her legs apart.
And he was kissing her in all the right places. His lips felt hot and hungry as he brushed them over her inner thighs and asscheeks. When he kissed her cunt, he flicked his tongue out and teased her clit.
The horny brunette lay still, tits heaving and hands occasionally guiding his head. She felt stubble on his face, but it only served to excite her more.
She opened her eyes and gazed down at the top of his head. He was a sexy-looking stud. Picking him up had been careless, but she wasn't sorry. He was a skillful lover. That was all that mattered.
"Kiss me here," she said, tracing her fingertip over her clit.
"Man, are you dripping cunt-juice!"
He swiped his tongue over her pussy-slit, teasing her by nibbling her hairy outer cunt-lips. She couldn't see much more than his dark curly hair and his tongue as it flicked over her pussy.
"Tastes good, like cunt should," he snickered.
A bolt of raw pleasure shot through her. "Go on, do that again."
"You're not shy about asking for what you want."
She threw her head back. "Aaaaaggghhh! My clit! You're licking my clit!"
Her cunt was separate and apart from her now. It was a seething pool of raw desire. She wriggled around wantonly while Mac explored her pussy-folds with the tip of his tongue.
She gasped when his tongue shot inside her pussy-hole. "Oh, yes, fuck me with your tongue!"
He blew his warm breath over her fuck-slit and thrust his tongue inside her cunt-hole. The more fiercely he licked and sucked, the more she squirmed around.
"Oh, my God, I love it!" she gasped, raising her legs and crashing them down on his back.
"You're making my cock hard, lady. Man, is it getting hard!"
"Oh, God, I love that. I love the way you're eating my pussy."
"What did you say your name was?"
"Shut up and suck!"
He chuckled. "Yeah, it's Kerry. I remember."
"Keep licking me there, but stick your tongue in me too."
"I've only got one tongue, Kerry."
"I know. Oh, yes, I like that!"
Each swipe of his tongue brought her closer to orgasm. Now she wanted to be fucked. She ached to have her pussy filled with cock.
"My cock's getting so damn hard." She bucked her ass off the bed. "Give it to me."
Momentarily, his tongue assaulted her clit. "Here I go, Kerry, girl."
Rising up, he began stripping his clothes off. He was well-built with a hairy chest and a small waist. But it was his crotch which drew her attention. At the first glimpse of his prick, her eyes grew wide.
He took his cock in his fist and grinned down at her. "You're speechless, huh?"
"It's so big." She spread her legs shamelessly and pointed at her pussy. "I want it in there."
Lowering himself over her, he guided the blunt tip of his prick toward her cunt-mouth. She held her breath. She had picked up a total stranger and now he was about to fuck her. How sluttish she had become!
He entered her slowly, kissing her tits and only giving her an inch or so at a time. When half of his cockshaft was snugly inside her hot cunt, he gave a mighty shove.
"Mmmmm, you're in so deep!"
She wrapped her legs around his back and encouraged him to thrust. She stroked his hair as he moved his mouth from one tit to the other.
"You're a good fuck," he said, thrusting slowly, but deeply.
She grabbed his ass when he pulled his cock out of wet grasping cunt and entered her again. "No, don't take it out," she cried.
Then he was banging her in a frenzy. "Ready for the big O?"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard like that! Oh, God, I love it!"
Each forceful stroke of his prick brought her closer to orgasm. Each time his cock entered her it rasped against her clit.
He was strong, and each thrust threatened to split her in two. Her cries of excitement grew louder. She raked her fingernails down his arms, leaving red welts. They bucked and pumped as they both approached the ultimate pleasure.
Kerry was aware that she was losing herself to her sexual needs. Initially, fucking Nick Anders had been his idea, not hers. But picking up a total stranger was her responsibility and no one else's. She realized that her affairs were beginning to be the most important thing in her life.
"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me like that! Oh, God, I love the way your cock fills me up. Oh, God, you're lasting so long, too. Yes! Yes!
Bite my nipples!"
She saw the beads of perspiration on Mac's forehead as he fought to control his orgasm. He grimaced as he continued plowing into her.
He raised and lowered himself over her wildly bucking hips. He stopped kissing her tits and seemed to be concentrating on the fucking.
His cock continued spreading her cunt-lips apart. It filled her insides, making her toes curl with delight. She knew that when she came it would be good. She gazed up at him admiringly.
He might be a stranger, she thought, but he wants to give me pleasure. He grunted when their eyes met. She was sure he was putting everything he had into bringing her pleasure. What a man!
"I'm getting close," she said.
"You're a beautiful cunt, you know it?"
She wriggled around beneath him, climbing toward the ultimate pleasure. And then it came and she cried out as she grabbed his ass.
"I'm comingggg!" she shrieked, squeezing the jism out of his balls.
"Oh, baby!" he growled, ramming into her so hard she almost blacked out.
"Don't stop!" she said. "Keep fucking me!"
"I'll give it as much as I've got," he gasped, still thrusting his spurting cock into her depths. "Oh, baby, what a terrific fuck you are!"
Chapter Seven
Her entire body was aglow with excitement. She sipped her drink and watched the man cross the room and sit down on the massive white leather sofa.
His name was Bernie, and he was a friend of Ringo's. They were using Ringo's apartment for their liaison at five-thirty in the afternoon.
"Have you known Ringo long?" she said.
"A few years. We do business together. Wouldn't you be more comfortable sitting here?" He patted the sofa cushion.
Nodding, she finished her drink and joined him on the sofa. "Are you a lawyer too?" she said.
"No." He paused, openly scrutinizing her legs. "Ringo is certainly one lucky man."
"Does he often introduce you to his women?"
"Not nearly often enough."
"I should be angry, being passed around like this."
"But you're not."
"No, I must admit I like men. But you should know I'm married."
He smiled. "Isn't everyone? Have you met Myra?"
"Ringo's wife? No."
"You've got to meet Myra. She's wild."
"So I've heard. But I'm really not interested in that sort of thing."
He took her hand and held it. "You never know what'll turn you on."
"Sex with other women doesn't interested me at all. I told you. I like men."
"And I'm sure men like you, but you really shouldn't rule out Myra. I've heard she's quite an experience."
Suddenly he put his glass down, kissed Kerry on the lips and rose up. "I think we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom. "
Kerry smiled. "All right."
In the bedroom, Bernie cocked an eyebrow as he unbuttoned her blouse. "Ringo's had this place for a few years. Some of us are really grateful to him. It's a nice place, don't you think?"
"Yes, very."
For the first time since she'd started cheating, she felt like a hooker. As Bernie unbuttoned her blouse, she realized Ringo was in fact passing her around like a piece of meat. In a way, she went with the apartment. Would there be other grateful friends of Ringo's she would be expected to service? Where would it all stop?
When Bernie had her bra off, he pressed his lips against her nipples and started sucking. "Ringo said you had fantastic tits," he said. "And as usual he was right."
She began getting excited quickly. All it takes is a man sucking my tits and I go all to pieces, she thought.
She stroked the back of his neck and his hair. "Take your clothes off too," she whispered.
Instead, he began removing the rest of her clothes. "You're so lovely," he said. "Lovely all over, I'll bet."
He guided her onto the bed and pushed her legs open. He fingered her pussy.
"Let me suck your cock," she said. "I want your cock in my mouth."
He hovered over her, burying his face against her tits and rubbing his cock against her cunt.
"In a minute."
She trembled with anticipation as he combed his fingers through her pussy-hair. When he finally undressed, she gazed approvingly at his body.
"So you want to suck me, huh?" he grinned.
"Yes, I want to suck you. I want to suck you until you come. Did Ringo tell you I love jism?"
"You're a very exciting woman. The way you talk, my God, you could drive a man crazy."
"Give me your cock." The booze had gone to her head. Anyway, as long as Ringo and his friends treated her like a whore she'd act like one.
Bernie lay down next to her, his cock sticking up straight and hard. Kerry gazed at it, salivating. She moistened her lips and rolled onto her side.
"You've got a nice cock," she said softly, reaching out and grasping his prick in her fist.
"I'll bet you say that to all the guys." His voice was hoarse and his cock pulsated with desire.
"You don't mind if I'm a little aggressive, do you?" she said.
He shook his head. "I love it. The more aggressive you get, the more turned-on I get."
She stroked his cockshaft and touched the tip of his cockhead. He was well hung, with big furry balls and a good-sized prick. Again, her mouth watered and her pussy lubricated.
"I'm going to suck it now," she said, rolling onto her belly and lowering her face to his groin.
He thrust his hips forward when she opened her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his cock-knob and then locked her lips around the flared rim.
"Oh, baby, do it," he said.
She gradually took more of his prick into her mouth. Moving slowly, she painted his knob and shaft with saliva and patiently licked it up with loving swipes of her tongue.
"Any time, honey," he said, running his hands through her hair. "Any time you want to blow me, just say the word. Open your mouth just a little wider. Yes, take the rest of it. You can do it. Let's see you take the whole thing without gagging."
Tilting her head back to open her throat, she inhaled until her nose dug into his cock-bush. She only held him in her throat for a moment, but that was long enough to have him groaning.
When she pulled back, he thrust in and only his balls remained outside her lips. This time, he forced her to hold his cock in her throat a little longer. His balls nudged her chin and saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
"Good blow-job," he said. "Man, you're some cocksucker. Yeah, Ringo sure can pick them."
He stretched out on his back and she climbed over him and slid her lips up and down his prick. Breathing through her nose, she managed to deep-throat him with ease. Now what she wanted was a mouthful of sizzling jism.
While she sucked his cock, she thought about Ringo's wife, Myra. What if Ringo insisted the two women meet? What if he tried persuading Kerry to make love with his wife?
When Bernie pulled his cock out of her mouth, he interrupted her reverie. She lapped her tongue up and down his blood-engorged cock, concentrating on the sensitive underside.
"Bite it," he said. "Lightly."
She took bites of his cockhead and nibbled the tautly-pulled skin on his thick cockshaft. Then his entire prick was in her throat again and she was struggling to breathe through her nose.
Suddenly Bernie threw her over onto her back and straddled her chest. He pumped his hips in a frenzy, shoving his prick in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth.
"I'm gonna cream your tonsils," he said. "The come's boiling up. I'm gonna give you what you want, baby. Jesus, what a cocksucker!"
His praise made her suck harder. She used her lips like a suction cup on his prick. She held her head still while he fucked her mouth. The steady stream of pre-come jism whetted her appetite.
And then her mouth was bulging with jism and he was still banging his cock into her throat. She thought she would choke to death, but he pulled out just in time.
"Oh, baby, suck it," he said, stuffing his cock back into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she mumbled, her lips and tongue and teeth working frantically over his prickmeat.
When he finally pulled his dwindling cock from her lips, he buried his face against her swampy cunt. "I'll suck you off," he gasped, flicking his tongue over her clit. "Jesus, what a cocksucker!"
Twenty minutes later, she was on her belly, digging her fingernails into the blanket. Bernie was behind her, rubbing his cock up and down her asscrack.
She held her breath as she waited for the penetration. He rammed two fingers into her shitter, churned them around, and pulled them out.
"Stick your cock in my ass," she said. "Here I go, baby." Pressing his cockhead against her shitter, he pushed in. "Fuck!" she said, clawing the sheet. "You bet, baby."
Gripping her hips tightly, he braced himself as he rammed all the way into her ass. She began masturbating while he banged away. Her body was aglow and she found herself muttering obscenities.
"Dick me with your big cock," she said. "Dick me good."
Suddenly he pulled out of her asshole and shoved his cock into her cunt. It all happened so quickly she didn't know what hit her. She stopped masturbating as the onrush of pleasure surged through her.
Then he pulled out of her pussy and thrust his cock back into her asshole. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Every nerve-ending in her body tingled.
For the next few minutes he alternated between fucking her asshole and her pussy. She was on the verge of coming when he came inside her ass.
She brought herself off with her fingers as he filled her asshole with hot, bubbly jism. She was aware of another presence in her room a moment before she saw Ringo.
"Oh!" she said as the attorney crossed the room and sat down on the bed.
"I see you two have met," Ringo said.
"She's everything you said she was," Bernie said.
"Did she suck you off?" "Yeah. The best."
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Ringo said to Kerry.
She smiled sheepishly. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did."
"I thought so. Do you want to stay and watch?" Ringo said to Bernie.
"That depends on Kerry. Would you mind if I watched?"
Kerry looked at Ringo. She felt confused. "You mean you want him to watch us fuck?"
Ringo nodded. "It's a kick to be watched."
"I never did anything like that before."
"Then you've got to try it once," Ringo said. "Get dressed and sit over there," he said to his friend. "And you," he said to Kerry. "Get in the shower and wash his jizz out of your ass."
Kerry dashed to the bathroom and showered. By the time she finished she was anxious to start over again with Ringo.
"I'm back," she said as she returned to the bedroom, still toweling herself off.
"I see," Ringo said, stretched out naked on the bed.
Bernie smiled sheepishly. He was sitting on a lounge chair, smoking. He hadn't bothered dressing. His cock hung limply between his legs.
Kerry laughed as she climbed onto the bed. She fell into Ringo's arms and kissed him.
"I see you're hard," she said.
Ringo's eyes blazed. "Only half-hard. You can take care of the rest."
She began by kissing his balls and stroking his thighs. He tangled his fingers in her hair and chatted with Bernie.
"She's good, isn't she?" Ringo said.
"You bet. Is she one of Nick's girls?"
"Yes. Quite a cut above the others, don't you think?"
"Yeah, sure is."
Kerry barely listened. Let them talk, she thought. It's not me they're discussing. It's some other girl. Not the real me. It's the Kerry who does crazy wild things with men.
"Are you gonna get her together with Myra?" Bernie said.
Kerry began listening more closely.
"I'm trying," Ringo said, still fondling her hair.
She pressed her nose and lips against Ringo's ball-bag. "Shall I take it in my mouth, darling?" she said.
"Yes, my pet. Of course."
He closed his eyes and stopped chatting with Bernie when she took his cockhead into her mouth. Her pussy quivered. It didn't seem possible. She was turned on again.
"She's got a gorgeous ass," Bernie said.
"Shut up," Ringo said.
Kerry sucked in her breath as she licked his cock from the tip to the root. She felt depraved and wicked. Knowing Bernie was watching her was very exciting.
"I feel depraved," she giggled, hefting Ringo's balls in one hand.
"You are depraved," Ringo smiled.
"Mmmmmm, they're fill up with nice sweet cream. Are you going to give me a mouthful or a cuntful?"
"I intend to keep you guessing."
"Shoot off in her mouth," Bernie said. "Jesus, my cock's getting hard again."
"Jerk off," Ringo said. "And stay where you're at. I'm not in the mood to share."
Kerry wiggled her ass at Bernie. She was glad Ringo didn't want to share her. On the other hand it might be a kick to take on two men at once.
Her cunt tingled with lust. She slid her lips halfway down Ringo's cockshaft. He gripped her head.
"Wait," he said. "Okay, now lick the tip clean."
She flicked her tongue out and eagerly licked the drops of jism from his cocktip. she curled her fingers around his prickshaft and began beating him off slowly while she sucked his knob.
"Eat your heart out, Bernie," Ringo snickered.
"Jesus, a guy can only take so much," Bernie said in a tight voice.
When Kerry glanced over her shoulder, she saw that Bernie's cock was sticking out again. She turned her attention back to Ringo and suctioned his prick into her mouth.
"Suck me off," Ringo said. "I'm in the mood.
"Jesus!" Bernie muttered.
Kerry took a deep breath and began mouthfucking Ringo. Lips stretched wide, she took his cock into her throat.
"What a mouth!" Ringo said, tangling his fingers in her hair and pressing down hard on her scalp.
Kerry's pussy seethed. She wanted a cock in her cunt. She wanted a cock rubbing deliciously against her clit. She wanted cocks in all her holes, fore and aft.
And then Bernie was kneeling behind her, shoving his prick into her pussy. "Jesus, I've gotta fuck her again."
Ringo chuckled. "We've got an orgy going."
Kerry raced her lips up and down Ringo's fuckpole. After the first few thrusts, Bernie's cock became like a piece of steel. She felt it all the way inside her cunt and found herself sucking Ringo's cock harder.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was behaving like a wild animal. What strange turns her life had taken, and all because of a few dollars lifted from a petty cash box.
"I'm going to come, Kerry," Ringo said. "I'm going to come in your mouth."
"Go on, I wanna watch you suck his balls dry," Bernie said.
A growl of passion escaped Kerry's lips as she suctioned Ringo's fuck-tool into her throat. At that moment he came, filling her mouth with thick come.
When Bernie came, she fell forward onto Ringo's lap. Bernie's jism poured into her while she licked her lips clean of Ringo's fuck-jam.
"My God, this is wild!" she gasped.
"Say you'll agree to meet Myra," Ringo said.
"I'll think about it." Suddenly Kerry froze. "What am I thinking of? How can I get involved with another woman?"
"Man, oh, man, what a fuck!" Bernie said.
Chapter Eight
Myra was around thirty, but she looked younger. Physically, she was petite but round. Ash-blonde and blue-eyed, she spoke in a soft whispery voice that was almost child-like. She looked like everyone's idea of a prom queen. Kerry liked her immediately.
Ringo took them to dinner at an elegant restaurant. He kept the conversation going while the women sized each other up. Kerry ate practically nothing. Even after three martinis she was nervous. Having a lesbian affair wasn't an every day occurrence.
"Shall I take you back to the apartment now?" Ringo said after the waiter removed the dessert plates. With a practiced air, he lit one of his small cigars.
Myra, who was sitting next to Kerry on the leather seat, took Kerry's hand in her small one. "It's up to Kerry. I'd certainly be in favor of that."
Kerry hesitated. This was her opportunity to say no. She hadn't promised anything. She had told Ringo she'd think it over while they had dinner. Now the moment of truth had come, and she didn't know what to do.
"I think our Kerry isn't sure," Ringo said, refilling their brandy glasses.
Myra squeezed Kerry's hand. "Are you frightened? Is that it?"
Kerry met her yes. "Yes, a little."
"I won't hurt you, you know. I've been called lots of things in court, but in bed no one's ever accused me of being anything but loving."
"It's not that." Kerry hesitated. "It's just that I was raised to think that sort of thing is wrong."
Myra wrinkled her nose. "Perverted?
Disgusting?"
Kerry nodded. "I know you probably think I'm a baby, but in my family two women doing that were considered perverted."
"Would it surprise you to know that I was raised the same way?"
Ringo snickered. "Who wasn't?"
"If you like," Myra said, "we can leave Ringo out of it. But I assure you it's marvelous when he watches."
"Ringo watch?"
"Why, yes," Myra said. She turned to her husband. "Didn't you tell her that you'll be there, honey?"
"I didn't want to hit her with too much," Ringo said.
Kerry frowned. "I think maybe I'd be less nervous if Ringo was there."
"You see," Myra laughed. "You should have told her, my pet."
Ringo signaled the waiter. "I'll get the check. Let's get out of here, ladies."
On the way to the apartment, Kerry was absorbed in her own thoughts. Ringo and Myra talked about a legal case Myra was working on. They seemed to have forgotten Kerry was there.
That changed after they arrived at the apartment. Ringo made some drinks. Then Myra moved close to Kerry and quickly closed a small hand over one of Kerry's tits. She gave it a squeeze and smiled shyly.
"Someone has to break the ice," Myra said. She turned to Ringo. "Darling, leave us alone for a while."
"Sure." Ringo lit another cigar and retreated to the back of the apartment.
Kerry didn't know what to say or do. She was turned on, she knew that. She didn't know whether it was Myra she desired, or Ringo. But the way Myra was handling her tits was definitely seductive.
"I'm so glad you have big tits," Myra said as she fondled Kerry's boobs. "Why don't you touch mine? I know you're nervous, but you may as well try it. You've come this far."
Suddenly Myra's blouse was open, revealing bare, perfectly formed, creamy-skinned tits. When she saw the look on Kerry's face, she chuckled.
"I never wear a bra." She touched herself. "Fortunately my tits are very firm and high. And my nipples are very, very sensitive."
Kerry knew she ought to run from the apartment and the whole situation. But she found herself fondling Myra's erected nipples. There was no turning back.
Myra placed her hands over Kerry's and sighed deeply.
"Feel how hard my nipples are?" the little blonde breathed.
"Yes, I feel them," Kerry said in a tight voice.
"You're so very pretty. Do me good, honey, and I'll do you good, too. I promise."
Kerry saw Myra's face changing before her eyes. She looked sexier, more animal-like. Yes, there was definitely an animal quality about her all-American face.
"Let me see yours too," Myra said, lifting Kerry's sweater.
In a moment she had Kerry's bra off, her fingers squeezing Kerry's distended nipples. Everything was happening so fast, Kerry's head ached. Myra's hands were small and dainty. She was doing such wonderful things with her fingers.
"I love making it with a virgin," Myra laughed. "Virgins are always so funny. Like you. You're scared to death and it shows. But I find that exciting. You have no idea how hot I am."
"Where are we going?" Kerry said as the petite blonde led her from the room.
"You know where," Myra said, guiding her to the bedroom. "You've been there with Ringo and God knows who else. I like a bed when I ball, don't you?"
"Yes," Kerry murmured, too turned-on to think straight.
Ringo was in the bedroom, sipping a brandy and smoking. When the women entered, he nodded. "May I stay?"
He stared at Kerry's swinging tits.
"Yes, I guess so," Kerry said.
"Good," Myra grinned. "But keep quiet, darling. You know how I hate interference."
They've done this before, Kerry thought as the older woman fondled her tits.
"Let's get the rest of our clothes off," Myra said.
Straight blonde hair swinging, Myra unselfconsciously stripped. Kerry stared as the woman's naked body emerged. Her pussy-hair was thick and dark-blonde. Her legs were perfectly shaped and her ass was round and just large enough to make Kerry's cunt twitch.
"She's adorable, isn't she?" Ringo said.
"I said to keep still," Myra said, stamping her foot. She turned to Kerry. "Kiss me, darling. I'm going to suck your cunt the minute you're naked, so hurry up."
"Wonderful," Ringo said softly.
Kerry shot him a smile. "Ssshhhh!" she said.
When Kerry was naked, she joined Myra on the bed. Myra rolled onto her belly and hovered over her.
"I've just got to suck your tits first."
Kerry moaned when the blonde's lips found one of her nipples. A flood of juice gushed from her pussy. At the same time Myra touched her cunt mound, Kerry found herself opening her legs. Wider. Wider. The feel of Myra's fingers on her pussy was like nothing she'd ever felt.
"I'm going to groove on your cunt," Myra said. As she spoke she inserted two fingers into Kerry's fuck-slit.
"Yes," Kerry murmured, wriggling her ass.
"Enjoy," Myra cooed, wrapping her arms around Kerry and holding her in a tight embrace.
Their tits crushed together. Their lips and tongues met. Myra was clearly the aggressor. Her hands were all over Kerry's body. Kerry slipped her tongue into Myra's mouth.
"Oh, I love it," Kerry said.
"Darling," Myra said, capturing one of Kerry's nipples between her teeth.
"You girls are giving me a hard-on," Ringo said.
"How delightful," Myra said, flashing him a grin.
"Hold me," Kerry said, writhing her ass.
"1*11 do better than that," Myra said, kissing her deeply.
After a moment Myra dragged her lips and tongue over Kerry's throat and down to her tits. She curled her tongue around Kerry's nipples and kissed the heavy underside of both tits.
"You're delicious," Myra breathed, fastening her lips around one of Kerry's pink-tipped tits.
Kerry shivered with pleasure. "I think I'm going to like this."
Ringo chuckled. "Go on, Myra. Get your mouth on her cunt and show her where it's at."
Myra kissed and licked her way down Kerry's body. When she reached Kerry's cunt, she pressed her lips into the mass of her pussy-hair and licked her way up to Kerry's belly button.
Kerry held her breath. Ringo stood over them, watching intently as his wife swabbed her tongue over Kerry's cunt mound.
"My cock's getting harder by the minute," he said, making no move to join them.
"Keep watching," Myra said, tonguing Kerry's pussy. "Keep watching, honey. It makes me hot to know you're watching."
Myra pressed her lips against Kerry's clit. Kerry moaned and grabbed her head. Kerry had never experienced anything like it. Myra's delicate lips felt so sweet and soft. Kerry's pussy melted as Myra's tongue teased her clit.
"She tastes delicious," Myra said. "I could eat her all night."
"I wouldn't mind," Kerry said.
"So you like a lady's tongue on your cunt, huh?" Myra laughed.
"Yes, I love it."
"I'm going to make you come so good."
"Mmmmm, so good. Lick me there, Myra. Oh, God, you're making me so hot all over! I never felt this way before."
Myra raced her tongue up and down from Kerry's clit to her asshole. She sucked up the steady stream of fuck-juice gushing out of Kerry's pussy.
"Give her a mouthful," Ringo said, still standing near the bed and watching.
Suddenly Myra swung around and positioned her cunt over Kerry's face. "You do want to lick my pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I want to lick you," Kerry replied.
Ringo snickered when Kerry grabbed Myra's ass and began licking her cunt-gash. Kerry stuck her tongue between Myra's moist hairy cunt-lips and sought her clit.
Soon Myra was moaning and wriggling, rolling over and bringing Kerry down on top of her. The women lapped wildly. Myra clamped her thighs around Kerry's head, holding her face imprisoned against her cunt. Kerry sucked and licked shamelessly, her entire being engrossed in the act.
"Lord, I love pussy," Myra murmured, plunging her tongue in and out of Kerry's cunt.
"So do I," Kerry said, weak with lust.
Kerry sobbed as the blissful sensations in her body reached a fever pitch. She sensed that her orgasm would be the most powerful of her life.
Myra assumed the dominant position again and locked her arms around Kerry's ass. One finger in Kerry's ass and another in her cunt-hole, she licked Kerry's clit until Kerry screamed.
"Commmminggggg!" Kerry cried shrilly. "Oh, baby, I've got to have some of that stuff," Ringo said, stripping his clothes off.
"She's coming so good," Myra said, flicking her tongue tirelessly over Kerry's clit and finger-fucking both holes.
Ringo climbed onto the bed. Squeezing his prick, he gazed down fondly at Kerry. When she opened her eyes, she smiled.
"I never had a come like that."
"I told you Myra's a tiger."
Myra grinned. Stretching out on her back, she began masturbating. "Rub-a-dub-dub," she giggled, expertly manipulating her clit.
After she brought herself off, Ringo handed her a jar of lotion. "Do the honors, please," he said.
Myra flashed Kerry a grin. "Crazy, huh?"
With a seductive wiggle of her ass, the sexy blonde knelt before her husband with her big tits swinging. Her nipples were dark with passion as she dipped her dainty fingers into the lotion.
She smeared the lotion over Ringo's stiff cock. After coating it liberally, she turned to Kerry. "Bend over, sweetie. "We wouldn't want Ringo to rip your sweet little asshole open."
Kerry took a deep breath and began kneeling down. Ringo stopped her.
"On your side," he said. "So Myra can lick your cunt while I fuck you in the ass."
Myra's eyes narrowed as Kerry stretched out on her side. "Sweet little pussy," Myra said. "I love when Ringo's cock goes in a sweet asshole like this."
Kerry realized that Ringo and Myra were experienced at this sort of thing. She didn't mind. Her asscheeks and crack were thickly smeared with the perfumed lotion. And as good as it felt to be eaten by another woman, she still craved a cock somewhere in her body.
"She's got a delightful asshole," Ringo said.
"I can see that," Myra said. "I can't wait to see you shove your big cock in there."
"It makes me so fucking hot when you're watching."
"Not as hot as it makes me."
Kerry rested her weight on one arm as Ringo got into position behind her. Myra stood over them, her legs spread wantonly, two fingers buried in her pussy.
"Go, baby, go!" Myra hissed.
"I'm putting it in," Ringo said, forcing the tip of his big cockhead into Kerry's shitter.
"Just a little more, honey," Myra said, her eyes flashing wildly.
"Yes, more," Kerry moaned.
"Here's the rest of the head/' Ringo said. Kerry felt her asshole open up to accommodate his cockhead. The moment of pain dissipated and his shaft easily followed his cock-knob inside her shitter. 'Now lick her cunt," Ringo said to his wife. Myra lay down with her head between Kerry's legs.
"I'm licking," she said, flicking her tongue up and down Kerry's gaping pussy-slit. "Can you see me, darling?"
"You bet," he said, ramming forward and filling Kerry's asshole with his stiff cock.
Kerry couldn't move. Ringo's cock was firmly imbedded in her ass and Myra was chomping away on her pussy. She flinched when Ringo pulled halfway out of her ass and rammed in again. She groaned when Myra began licking her clit in a frenzy.
"I'm hitting pay dirt," Ringo said, ramming his cock into Kerry's bowels.
"I don't want you to come in her asshole," Myra said. "Remember, I want your shit-smeared cock in my mouth."
"Oh, God!" Kerry cried.
"Darling!" Myra breathed into her pussy. "Isn't this fun?"
"Yes!" Kerry cried. "Oh, God, Ringo's in so deep!"
"Suck cunt," Ringo rasped to his wife.
"Fuck her ass," she replied, her lips firmly attached to Kerry's clit.
"Oh, God, I'm cominggggg!" Kerry cried.
After Ringo pulled out of Kerry's deliriously tortured shit-chute, she watched as he lay down and waited for Myra to blow him.
"Yummy," Myra said, throwing herself over him and kissing him full on the lips.
"Suck my shitty cock, bitch," Ringo said, digging his fingers into her ass.
"Yes, yes, I want it," Myra said, wriggling down until her mouth was positioned over his prick.
The petite blonde glanced at Kerry and winked.
Kerry winced. "Are you really going to suck it? It was just in my ass. How could you?"
Myra squeezed the thick root of her husband's prick and brushed her lips over his shit-smeared cock shaft. "But, darling, that's part of the kick. You must try it some time."
"I don't think I could," Kerry said, her heart pounding so hard she thought she might faint.
"Come here and sit on my face, Kerry, dear," Ringo said. "I'll suck your cunt while Myra feasts on my shitty cock. That's right. Sit right down and spread your legs wide."
How far I've come since Nick Anders forced himself on me, Kerry thought with a tinge of regret. How far I've come, and how low I've sunk!
Chapter Nine
Nick liked taking his attractive female employees to lunch to show them off, and at least twice a month he took Kerry. Since it was tax-deductible, they always went to a good restaurant near the office.
As usual, he suggested a drink before lunch and guided Kerry to the bar where they could see and be seen. She perched on the bar stool, legs crossed and skirt hiked up. She listened while Nick ordered their drinks. Two martinis straight up.
Nick waved when two men entered the bar area. He touched Kerry's arm. "Those guys are coming over here. Be nice to them. They can be important to the business."
Kerry smiled when the men approached the bar. Nick introduced them to Kerry and both eyed her with barely concealed lust. She knew they would ask Nick about her, and he would probably expect her to entertain them. She was willing to do so. They seemed like decent sorts.
The men proceeded to talk business and she finished her drink and glanced around the room. Even while they spoke to Nick about business, they stole glances at her tits and legs. After a while she felt like a side of beef and resented Nick for putting her in that position.
When they all moved to a table, she was sorry she hadn't worn something a little more modest. One of them, the younger named Cal, winked when she bent over to retrieve her purse.
"Richie's a pushover for tits like yours," Cal said, nodding toward his friend, who had just gone to the men's room.
"Really?" she said.
Nick ordered a fresh round of drinks when Richie returned. "If you guys like Kerry, you ought to see what else I've got working for me." He winked broadly and rolled his eyes.
Chuckling and leering at Kerry, they continued talking business. They tossed around dollar figures and mortgage rates. Bored, Kerry finished her second drink quickly.
"Bring Kerry with you to the club sometime," Richie said after a while, his eyes boring into her tits.
"If you say so," Nick said.
"Is that a wedding ring on her finger?" Richie said.
"Sure, but so what?" Nick said. "She's liberal-minded, married or not." He made a lewd gesture and touched Kerry's chin.
When her third martini was placed in front of her, Kerry sipped it cautiously. Her stomach rumbled. She was hungry. The booze was going to her head and she felt dizzy.
"Can I call you some time?" Cal said.
"Leave her alone," Richie said.
"Aw, boss," Cal whined.
"She's got the kind of tits I like," Richie said curtly.
"Okay, boss, I get the picture," Cal said. Nick snickered nervously. Kerry was confused. Was Nick trying to use her to get Richie's business? Was she prepared to let him use her?
She peered into her drink, feeling her face flush. Several men sitting nearby tried to catch her eye. She ignored them. Draining her glass, she accepted her fourth drink from the waitress.
"Are we going to order lunch soon?" she hiccupped.
"Soon, baby, soon," Nick said, arching his eyebrow.
"You wanna eat?" Richie said to Kerry, moving his chair closer to hers.
"Naw, she's happy boozing," Nick said.
"I'm starved," Kerry said.
A moment later she felt Richie's hand on her knee. He continued talking business to Nick while he fondled her.
"The boss likes you," Cal said, grinning.
She swallowed hard. "I think I'm getting drunk."
Richie moved his hand up her thigh. She felt herself grow angry, but at this point she didn't want to make trouble for Nick. Then Richie's hand reached the elastic of her panties.
"What are you doing?" she said.
His fingers pressed on. "Getting acquainted," Richie said gruffly.
"Take your hand away," she said.
Her words hung in the air. There was a moment of silence. Awkward silence. Richie glared at her.
"You telling me I can look but not touch?"
She took a deep breath, put her martini glass down and turned to Nick. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
Richie removed his hand from her leg and motioned to the waitress.
"Well, Nick, I guess we can't do business after all."
He threw some bills on the table and rose up.
Cal's chair fell over when he quickly jumped to his feet. "What's the matter, boss?" he said.
"We're splitting," Richie said.
"Hey, guys, what's the rush?" Nick asked. "I can get rid of her and get one of my other girls over here in five minutes."
Kerry sipped her drink. She smiled sweetly at Nick. "Are you going to fire me?"
"Beat it!" he hissed.
"You say you can have another girl here in five minutes?" Richie said.
Cal sat down again. "Jesus, boss, sit down. This one's not the only fish in the sea."
Kerry made no move to leave. She wasn't going to make it easy for Nick. She'd lost her job after all. Too bad. She'd find another. Fucking Nick was okay while it lasted, but she had no intention of being used like a whore.
"Gentlemen," she said, rising unsteadily to her feet.
They all stared at her. Richie smirked. "Change your mind, kid?"
She pulled her shoulders back and deliberately pushed her tits out.
"No, I haven't changed my mind," she said sweetly. "But there was something I wanted to say to all of you."
"Say it and get the hell out," Nick said. "You're fired."
"I know." She tossed her hair over one shoulder and hesitated. "You know, working for you has bee really awful, Nick. You're a lousy businessman and a pimp. And although some of your friends are really decent, these two are among the biggest jerks I've ever met."
"You bitch!" Richie snarled.
"Cunt!" Nick said through clenched teeth.
"Out of sight," Cal said, open admiration in his eyes.
Kerry touched his hand. "Call me sometime," she said. "You wouldn't be half bad if that creep wasn't around." Nodding toward Richie, she flounced off. * * * She returned to the office to clear out her desk. She phoned Mark's office to see if he was working late. He wasn't in and the receptionist said he wasn't expected until later.
Still pleasantly drunk, she stopped at the grocery store on her way home. She wanted to have the makings for a good dinner. She wanted Mark to be in a good mood when she told him she had lost her job.
She was putting her groceries away when Becky appeared at the door. "Can I come in?" the solemn-faced redhead said.
Kerry had been avoiding her best friend ever since she'd seen her in bed with Mark. Now she opened the door and nodded as Becky entered the kitchen.
"What's happening between us?" Becky said.
Kerry shrugged. "I don't know. Do you?"
Becky flushed. "I'm not sure." She bit her lower hp. "Are you angry at me, Kerry?"
Kerry grimaced. "Why? Should I be?"
Becky stared at her, her eyes filling with tears. "You know about Mark and me, don't you?"
Closing the cupboard, Kerry faced her friend. "Yes, I know."
"Oh, Kerry!" The tears spilled over and cascaded down Becky's cheeks.
"Don't cry," Kerry said, handing her a box of tissues. "If Mark was happy with me it wouldn't have happened. It's not your fault. Blow your nose and wipe your eyes. I'm no angel myself."
Becky dissolved into tears. "I'm so sorry," she whimpered. "Our friendship is more important than any man."
Kerry couldn't help chuckling. "He fucked you in the ass," she said. "And you looked like you were enjoying it."
"You saw us at the party?" "Don't worry, kid. I've had my asshole fucked so many times I've lost track."
"Oh, Kerry, I'm so glad everything's out in the open!"
"Sssshhhh. There's the phone and it's probably Mark."
"Honey, I hate to do this on such short notice," Mark said, "but I've got a client who missed his plane out and I'd like to bring him home to dinner." Kerry listened, happy to have the diversion of a dinner guest. Now she wouldn't be forced to tell Mark she was fired. At least, not until he was finished eating.
When Becky left, she started dinner. Mark's business was doing well lately. The loss of her job wouldn't have that much bearing on their income. But there had been something in Mark's voice when he mentioned his client. Something that told her he wanted her to be especially nice to the man.
His name was Joe Parker and he was a big man with a booming voice. She was glad she'd worn something sexy. Mark looked pleased and even squeezed her ass when they brushed past each other in the kitchen.
"Joe's not expecting a gourmet meal," he said, winking at the big man.
"I'd be happy with whatever you were planning, Mrs. Nelson," Joe boomed.
"Call her Kerry," Mark said. "Make yourself at home."
"I'm just happy to have Mark home for dinner," Kerry said, passing a tray of cheese and crackers around. She lowered her lashes, aware that Joe was gazing at her tits. "Anyway, it's nice to have another attractive man around."
Suddenly she felt no different from how she'd felt at lunch with Nick and his friends. Only now it was her husband who was treating her like a piece of meat. A mere sex-object.
"Becky was here today," she said as Mark was refilling her martini glass.
His smile disappeared. "What did she want?"
"Why, honey, she's my best friend. We don't need a reason to get together."
Joe rose up, grinning. "All this good booze is getting to me. Where's the little boy's room?"
"Be nice to him," Mark whispered as Kerry guided to the powder room.
"How nice?" she said a moment later as she sat down on the sofa.
Mark arched an eyebrow. "His business could mean a lot to us, dollar-wise."
She took a deep breath. "I lost my job today."
He stared at her. "It doesn't matter. We're doing okay. You don't have to work any more. But now you've really got to be nice to him. You know. Go out of your way."
Kerry reached for her drink. "Are you suggesting I let him ball me?"
Mark grimaced. "Are you crazy? I said to be nice. I didn't say to go to bed with him."
"Just asking," she said sweetly.
She went to the kitchen to check on dinner, and while she was tossing the salad she came up with a plan. She would send Mark to the store for some last-minute things. While he was gone, she would flirt with Joe. Maybe even give him a quick blow-job. That would soften him up for the kill and assure that Mark would get his business.
"Honey," she said when she rejoined the men. "I'm clean out of olive oil for the salad. And I could use a quarter-pound of butter. Would you mind running out?"
Mark looked up. He grunted his assent when he saw the look in her eyes. "Anything else you need as long as I'm going?"
"We could use some of those nice little chocolates. The shop's only a mile or so away from the supermarket, but they're so nice. I'd like Joe to try some."
"Okay, okay," Mark said, beginning to understand. Crossing the room, he gazed at Kerry for a moment. "Now you two better not do anything you wouldn't do if I was here."
Joe grinned. "You get on your way and leave your pretty little wife to me."
"I feel a little guilty," Kerry said when Mark left the house.
"Do you want to tell me your troubles, little girl? I've got a mighty big shoulder." "It's my job. I got fired today." "Why the hell are you working anyway? Why, that husband of yours is doing just fine. I ought to know. I'm planning on giving him a big order before I leave town.
She noticed him staring at her, sizing her up, staring openly at her tits.
"Well, that's a nice surprise," she said, crossing her legs and showing him more thigh.
"A wife like you is an asset to a man. I wish my wife was more like you."
"I'll bet she's very nice. A man like you would have only a nice wife."
"She's nice, all right." He grinned and sipped his drink. "I just wish she was a little less nice and lot more sexy."
Here it comes, Kerry thought. And here I go. Swallowing hard, she uncrossed her legs and sat forward.
"You're a very attractive man," she said in a soft confidential tone.
"And you're a little knock-out," he said, his voice huskier than ever.
"That makes me quiver."
"How nice."
"Shall we take advantage of Mark's absence?"
He flushed beet-red. "You bet, little girl."
She rose up and pushed her tits out. "Would you like to see my tits?"
His eyes narrowed as he nodded. "You bet I would!"
"We have time for a blow-job or a quick fuck. Which would you prefer?" As she spoke, she unbuttoned her blouse.
"Jesus Christ!" he hissed under his breath.
"Let's go into the bedroom. I don't want to close the curtains and we have some nosy neighbors."
She motioned for him to follow her. In the bedroom, he stood silently, his arms at his sides. An expression of amazement crossed his face.
"Did you send him out on purpose?" he said.
Kerry sat down on the bed and pulled her skirt up to reveal her stocking tops. "Yes, I did. I was attracted to you from the first. You don't mind, do you?"
"Jesus Christ!"
Rising up, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"We're both adults," she purred as she rubbed up against him. "Mark is having an affair with my best friend and I'm not angry any more. Don't you agree it's best to simply enjoy life while you can?"
"Yeah, sure, you bet," he stammered as she rubbed the bulge in his fly.
"Take your pants off, Joe," she whispered, pressing her lips to his.
"Will he be gone long enough?"
"Mark? I'm sure he will. And I do want you to fuck me. I've been hot for you from the moment you walked into the house."
She knelt down before him, smiling sexily and unzipping his fly. He groaned as she pulled his pants and shorts down and guided him onto the bed.
"Lie back," she said. "I like what I see."
Like a small obedient child, he fell back on the bed, staring at her with glittering eyes.
"I'm gonna double my order," he rasped.
"Good, good," she said, stroking his thighs.
Climbing between his legs, her naked tits swinging back and forth, she lifted his cock in her hand. It wasn't hard, but it responded to her touch.
"I just don't know what I want more," she said. "I want you to fuck me, but I want to suck it too."
"You decide," he croaked. "Whatever you say is okay with me."
Bending down, she brushed her lips over his velvet-skinned cockhead and sighed.
"It tastes so good," she whispered, darting her tongue over the flared rim.
Chapter Ten
She took his cock-knob between her lips and gently chewed it. She closed her mouth around his wrinkled prickshaft. It stirred, hardening slightly. Smiling to herself, she sucked harder.
Cupping her hand under his balls, she hefted them up. She was getting excited. He grunted his approval when she dipped her fingertip into his asscrease.
"You're a sweetie," he said.
"So are you."
"Double my order, that's what I'm gonna do. Double my order."
"You don't have to do that," she murmured, running the tip of her tongue over his balls. "I want to."
A tiny bead of moisture appeared in his piss-slit. She licked it off lovingly, savoring its taste. Joe sighed when she took his entire cockhead into her mouth and sucked.
"Please," he groaned.
"What?" Still licking his cockhead, she fondled his nuts.
"Please, let me fuck you when it gets hard."
"If we have time."
"Shit, what a mouth you've got!"
"You've got a tasty cock."
"You liked me right away, huh?"
"The moment you walked in the door."
"Jesus."
"Like I said, you're a very attractive man."
"It'll get hard soon." His voice grew excited. "It's big, baby, when it's hard. You'll see. I'll make you happy. I'll fuck you good."
"I know you will." She lapped her tongue around and around the flared rim under his knob. "I know you'll fuck me good. Mmmmmm, and I can hardly wait."
As his cock hardened, it grew to twice its flaccid size. She traced her tongue up and down his cockshaft and licked up the jizz that formed almost continually in his pisser.
Again and again, she poked her tongue into his jizz-slit. He grabbed her head and tugged on her hair.
"Keep sucking, honey. I told you it'd get hard. Jesus, what a cocksucker you are! Jesus, you're making me so damn hard!"
"Should I get on top?" she said breathlessly.
"Yeah, get on top and stick it in."
Scooting over him, she pushed her panty crotch to the side and lowered her pussy to his prick. She shivered with delight as her cunt swallowed his prick.
"It's in," she gasped, leaning over and positioning her tits over his chest.
"Give me some," he rasped, sucking one of her tits into his mouth.
He was the oldest man she'd ever fucked, but his weather-beaten face reminded her of a favorite uncle. His eyes were wide with pleasure as he pumped his ass and fucked his cock into her.
She felt his cockshaft rub against her clit with every stroke. Her lips pulled back in a grimace of lust, she let herself go and climaxed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted as the exquisite sensations rocked her senses. Joe's face was strained as he struggled to make the fuck last. "Come inside me," she said.
Nodding gratefully, he let go and in a moment his hot come was shooting into her.
"Now! Now!" she whispered fiercely as she rode him. "Fuck! Now! Fuck!" * * * Later, after Joe left, the Nelsons cleared the dishes from the table without speaking. When Kerry was about to go into the bathroom to get ready for bed, Mark took her hand.
"Wait, honey," he said. "You were terrific tonight. Joe let me know the order's mine and it's gonna be a big one. I don't know what you did, but whatever it was it worked. Let's celebrate tonight."
"You're not mad that I got fired?"
"Hell, no. We'll do just fine on the business if we play our cards right."
She let him lead into the bedroom. He took her into his arms and kissed her. Patting her ass, he smiled wanly. "This is one night I'm going to give you exactly what you want. You deserve it. What'll it be?"
"Let me think" she said, enjoying the attention.
He licked her ears and neck and tickled her.
She giggled. "Get on top of me and let's just hold each other."
He seemed relieved. "Yeah, maybe we ought to put this off until tomorrow. I'm bushed."
"Me too."
"I love you a lot, honey."
"I love you too."
"Joe's coming back next week."
Silence. Kerry took a deep breath and tried keeping the excitement from her voice. Now that she was no longer working, she had to find another way to meet potential lovers. And Joe had definite possibilities.
"Do you want to invite him over?" she said.
"Could he stay here, hon? I know it's a lot to ask, and I'll be working all weekend, but he really liked you."
Mark can't be that dense, she thought. He wants me to fuck Joe. It's as simple as that.
"Sure, he can stay here," she yawned. "Now, get over on your side of the bed and let's go to sleep."
When Joe returned the following Friday, Mark made it clear he'd gone all day. The moment Mark drove off, Joe took Kerry into his arms.
"I couldn't wait to get back to you," he said, crushing her against him.
She didn't resist. She sincerely liked him. She let him draw her against his big bulky body. She placed her hands on his shoulders and felt his muscles.
He tightened his grip on her and kissed her again. His lips bruised hers. "I'm crazy about you." He trembled against her.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. She pouted. "We had to rush last time," she said. "You never even got a chance to play with my tits."
He beamed. "I'll play with them now. Jesus, I've thought about them often enough."
As they kissed, he moved his hands down to her ass and grasped her round asscheeks. She was getting very excited.
"Kiss me," she said.
He kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth and lacing his fingers in her long hair.
When he kissed her throat, he left an angry welt on her skin. She pulled his head down to her tits.
"Suck them, darling," she breathed.
As they moved toward the bedroom, he caught her from behind and squeezed her tits again. "I can't keep my hands off you."
She pressed back toward him. "Let's get naked."
In the bedroom they quickly undressed. His cock was limp, but she knew it would get nice and hard with a little loving care.
His breathing was ragged and heavy. "You know what'd turn me on, little girl?"
"What, darling?" She hovered over him, fondling his limp prick.
"Watching Mark stick it to you."
Kerry giggled. "Can you beat that? Why, you old pervert, you!"
He grinned, grabbing her by the tits and pulling her over him. "Yeah, it'd sure light my fire."
"I don't know if it's possible." "Ask him." "I don't think I can." "You can do anything, little girl. Hell, you're fucking me right under his eyes."
"Right now what'd turn me on is your cock," she smiled, determined to change the subject.
"Get on your belly," he rasped.
Face down, she sensed he was pumping his cock. When he climbed over her, she raised her ass.
"Fuck me in the ass, Joe," she whispered.
"Sweet thing," he said, kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck.
He worked his way down her back to her ass and ran his tongue inside her asscrack. He gently pried her asscheeks apart and swiped his tongue over her assbud.
"So you like to take it up the ass, huh?" he said.
"Yes, I love it."
"I wish my old lady wasn't such a prude."
"Oh, Joe, your tongue feels so good on my asshole."
"Pick your ass up," he said.
When her ass was sticking out, he placed his lips against her cunt. She wriggled around when he kissed her clit and flicked her tongue over the tiny nubbin.
"Oh, Joe!"
When he began licking her steadily, she jerked her hips convulsively. Then he rubbed his nose up and down her pussy-slit and she shrieked.
"Oh, Joe, make me come!"
"Sweet little girl," he rasped. "Sweet little fuck-machine." * * * Kerry enjoyed fucking Joe, but the following week he was gone, and she was in the mood for teenaged cock. When she was finished with her chores, she went out to the back yard to get some sun and see if any of the neighborhood studs had played hookey from school.
"Hi, Kerry," Barry said.
"Hello there. I haven't seen you in ages."
Her teenaged lover lumbered over to her glider and without waiting for an invitation sat down next to her.
"How come you're not at work?" His eyes bore into her cleavage.
"How come you're not in school?"
He shrugged. "Not in the mood for that shit."
"Me too."
They stared at each other. Kerry broke the silence.
"Are you as horny as I am?"
The teenager grinned. "You bet."
Rising up, Kerry took his hand. "Let's get in the house where we belong."
Kerry thought somehow she had finally reached a place in her life where she could be happy. Little by little, she had allowed herself to sink into a life of depravity. And yet her marriage was intact. And she was happy.
Now her pussy throbbed. In the bedroom, she got undressed and wriggled under the covers. She closed her eyes while Barry stripped. She felt a rush of pleasure when she gazed at his hard young body. When he joined her under the covers, she cuddled against him.
Emboldened by her sighs of excitement, he pushed the covers back and made a grab for her tits. "You haven't let me fuck you in months."
"Well, we'll just have to make up for lost time, won't we?"
He gobbled her tits while she stroked his hair. She wondered if Joe would enjoy watching Barry fuck her.
She forgot about Joe when Barry began rubbing her wet cunt slit. He was moving awfully fast, but she didn't mind. Occasionally she enjoyed a quick fuck.
"Wait," she said, wiggling around.
"What's the matter?" He climbed on top of her and tried jabbing his cock into her cunt.
She threw him over. "Not yet. What's the rush?"
"You want me to suck you?" he mumbled, burying his face between her legs.
"I forgot how young you are," she giggled.
He assaulted her pussy with his lips and tongue and teeth. He sucked her raw, and although it felt good, she missed the kind of slow gentle loving she enjoyed with Joe.
She cried out when he probed his tongue into her cunt-hole. "Turn around and let me suck your cock," she said.
"Yeah, in a minute."
Again, he attacked her pussy. She knew she ought to appreciate his zeal, but her cunt was getting sore.
"Oh, God, let me suck your cock!"
"Later," he said, shoving his face into her crotch.
When he poked his tongue against her clit, she flinched. "Oh, God, you're killing me!" she giggled.
She jerked her cunt into the boy's face as she came. He responded by licking up the juice gushing from her cunt-hole.
"No good, huh?" he said.
"Oh, God, don't stop!"
"How's this?"
The more wantonly she churned her hips, the harder he sucked.
"I can't take any more!" she shrieked.
"Mmmmm, I love sucking your cunt," he breathed into her furry triangle.
"If you don't get your cock inside me, I'll scream."
After a moment of silence, he raised his head and grinned. His cheeks were wet with her juices. He licked his lips and rolled his eyes.
"You sound like you mean it," he said.
"I do mean it."
Bringing her knees back, she opened her pussy to him. When he mounted her, she slipped a pillow under her ass.
"Stick it in and fuck me hard," she said.
"Jesus, you really need fucking bad."
"You bet I do. Now give it to me."
Is that me talking? she thought. I've become a shrew. "Or maybe just a horny woman," she giggled.
"What'd you say?" Barry asked as he prepared to enter her. "Nothing. Put it in."
"Jesus, I'm trying." He fitted his cockhead into the mouth of her cunt.
"It's so big."
"It keeps slipping."
"I'll hold still. Stick it in."
"Here I go."
"More. Give me more!"
Pushing him down on his back, she straddled him. She squatted down and slowly forced his cock inside her. Barry's jaws dropped.
"Fuck me, lover!" the horny housewife cried, her eyes blazing.
She bounced up and down, tits flying as his cock plowed into her.
"Jesus, Kerry, you're sucking the come right out of my balls."
"I'm rolling over so you can get on top. I don't want to lose you, so stay with me. All right?"
"Yeah."
Together they changed positions. His cock remained inside her and now he began fucking her with long deep thrusts.
"Man, Kerry, you're some fuck," he croaked.
She raked her fingernails down his arms. "Just keep fucking me like that. You don't know how good it feels."
In a matter of minutes, she became a whimpering, twitching creature. She came again, but the boy's cock stayed hard. Incredibly, it seemed to grow harder the longer they fucked.
"I'm gonna dump soon!" he cried. "Jesus, I don't know how much more I can take!"
"Come in my mouth."
He stopped pumping. "You mean it?"
"Yes, I want your come in my mouth."
"If you say so." Pulling out of her pussy, he straddled her chest and stuffed his cock into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she mumbled, opening her jaws wide and inhaling his prick. "Suck it!" he groaned. "Darling!"
"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!"
Kerry's cunt responded to the flood in her mouth. She wriggled around, finally drilling two fingers into her pussy and bringing herself off.
"Jesus, Kerry, you almost bit it off!" The boy collapsed at her side.
"You're not through, are you?" She was barely breathing fast.
He opened his eyes and groaned. "Jesus, I'm Scooting down, she took his limp prick in her mouth. "No, you don't," she giggled. "If I want bushed, I've got a husband. Come on, lover. Let little Kerry turn you on again." "Oh, Jesus!" "My little darling!"
