Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important to most people, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
THE WIFE'S HOT PANTIES-a frank story of one young woman's approach to sexual honesty. A story with a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Russell Curtis touched Helen's thigh. He leaned over, his lips close to her ear. "Why don't we get out of here and have some fun?" he whispered.
Helen shuddered, hating Russell. Her exquisitely carved features hardened and she leaned away from Russell, glancing at her husband, Neil. He was oblivious to Russell's constant passes. "The second act will be over in a minute, Neil. I can't wait till intermission.
I'm going up to the lobby now and have a cigarette."
"Sure, honey. I'll see you there in a few minutes." He turned his attention back to the stage, concentrating on the play.
Helen got to her feet, making sure she dug the heel of her shoe into Russell's foot as she passed him. Angry, her heart pounding, she hurried up the aisle.
She stepped into the deserted lobby and sighed with relief-a few minutes away from Russell's groping hands and disgusting passes. Fumbling in her purse, she found a cigarette.
"Need a light?" Russell's grinning face was in front of her. His hand held a lighter, the flame flickering.
Helen took a deep drag. The tip of the cigarette glowed brightly. She blew the smoke into his face, her large brown eyes glaring hatefully at him.
"Why don't you leave me alone, Russell?" Another long pull on the cigarette. Another cloud of smoke in Russell's face.
Russell was a head taller than Helen, with gray hair at the temples, a face settling into middle age. "Because you're beautiful, and I like beautiful women." He leered at her bulging tits stuffed in her dress.
"If you've forgotten, Russell, I'm married." She was trembling inside.
"I haven't forgotten." He lit a fresh cigarette for her. "You shouldn't play so hard to get. You could help Neil's career tremendously. One night with me... a raise, maybe even a promotion."
"Up yours, Russell," she snapped. "I'm not selling myself."
"I could mention it to Neil." He grinned. "He is very ambitious."
"Neil would punch your face out," she spat with more confidence than she felt.
"Don't be too sure." He traced a finger over her mouth. "I won't mention it, though. I like the challenge." He traced a finger over her trembling lip. "You'll change your mind."
"Never!"
"There are ways. I could send him away on business for a few weeks. A few weeks, no sex, I'll bet you'd be climbing the walls."
"You're awful sure of yourself." Her stomach was churning.
"I didn't get to own the company by not going after what I want... and what I want, Helen, is you, on a bed, your legs spread with me between them."
She turned, stubbed out her cigarette. "You're disgusting, Russell."
He patted her ass and stepped away. Her hand came up to slap him. "You're going to be a regular little hellcat once I get you in bed."
"Bastard," she mumbled.
The doors pushed open. A throng of people flooded the lobby. The air thickened with clouds of cigarette smoke and the droning sound of voices.
Helen, her face flushed with anger, scanned the noisy crowd. Frantic eyes searched for Neil and she spotted him and Doris, Russell's wife.
Ignoring Russell, she eased her way through the milling people toward Neil and Doris, away from Russell's smug, grinning face.
Neil spotted Helen coming toward him. He smiled. "You look flushed. Don't you feel well?" He held her hand. "Your palm is sweaty."
Helen jumped at the chance. "Not really, darling," she sighed, forcing a weak smile. "I feel terrible. Maybe if I took a cab and went home."
Russell was behind her, using the excuse of the crowd to press his hard bulging cock into the small of her back. He touched her elbow. "I'll take her home, Neil. I've already seen the play."
"She can take a cab," Neil said quickly. "Can't you, honey?"
"Of course I can," Helen said firmly. She jerked her arm from Russell's hand. "A cab will be fine... really." Her tone was cutting, strong.
"I won't hear of it," Russell insisted. He turned to his wife. "Doris, you don't mind, do you?"
Mrs. Curtis smiled at her husband-a smile that had taken years to cultivate. "Not at all, darling," she purred tonelessly. Doris noticed the glint in her husband's eyes, but didn't care. They had given up caring years ago.
Doris couldn't figure Neil, why he didn't notice Russell's roving eye. Helen sure knew what Russell was after.
While Neil and his wife argued, Doris speculated on how long it would take Russell to get between Helen's beautiful legs. Russell never failed. She hoped this time he would. It would make him easier to live with, if he were taken down a peg or two.
"I wouldn't think of it," Helen was saying. "A cab will be fine." She looked at Doris for help, got nothing but a smile. The bitch, Helen thought.
"It's no trouble," Russell repeated.
Neil took his wife's arm and applied pressure. His face hardened. His gray eyes showed anger. "Don't be so inconsiderate, honey. Russell has offered you a ride home." Neil smiled at his boss. "I hate putting you out. Are you sure?"
"Of course," Russell said amiably. "It'll be my pleasure."
"See?" Neil said, turning his hard eyes to his wife. Helen was always being rude in front of his boss and he was fed up with it. Neil kept the smile on his face. If Helen were only a little friendlier to Russell, it would go a long way in furthering his career.
Exasperated, Helen gave in. She turned a loathing glare on Russell. "I'll be waiting at the ticket window." Hate laced each word. She spun on her heel and pushed through the crowd toward the exit.
Helen's tone hadn't been lost on Neil. It grated on his nerves. "Thanks, Russell. I'm sure Helen is grateful. She just doesn't feel w well."
"I understand," Russell said. He gave Doris a peck on the cheek. "I'll be back by the time the third act is over and be waiting for you both out in front of the theater."
"Thanks again," Neil said, happy that his boss liked his wife.
Doris shook her head. "I think we ought to get to our seats, Neil."
Neil took her arm, and they weaved their way through the crowd.
Russell felt a surge of triumph and headed the other way. Tonight was the night, he was sure of it.
* * *
Helen heaved a deep sigh of relief as Russell pulled his Mercedes up in front of her house. She was surprised. Russell had not made a pass or tried to touch her the whole trip. In fact, he had been the perfect gentleman. It was a pleasant shock.
"I can be a good boy, too," he winked roguishly as if reading her thoughts.
"It's a welcomed change." She gave him a sincere smile. "Thanks for the ride. I really appreciate it." She gripped the door handle.
"Don't I get a reward for being a good boy?" He reached for her, and at the same time, locked her door from his side.
"Jesus Christ!" she snapped, twisting the handle. "For a minute I thought... I guess I'm crazy. Unlock this door, Russell!" Her brown eyes flared with anger.
"After I get a good-night kiss." His fingers surrounded her slim wrist. He tugged easily. "You can afford that."
"You get nothing from me, Russell." She jerked her hand loose from his arm.
Russell laughed. "I take what I want, Helen." This time he wasn't gentle. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her across the seat and into his arms.
"You bastard," she snarled through clenched teeth. She twisted her head, avoiding his mouth. "Let me go!"
"When I'm ready." He found her mouth and plastered his lips against hers.
Pinning one of her arms, he brought one hand around, gripped her neck, and held her head steady. His other hand grabbed a fistful of soft pliant tittie meat.
Helen brought her free hand into play. She slapped his face, then curled her fingers into a fist and pounded his arms and shoulder.
"You're a regular hellcat," he grinned, freeing her mouth. He licked his lips. "Delicious too."
"You bastard!" She tore his kneading fingers from her tit. "Let me out of here."
"I'll come in with you and have a nightcap." He unlocked the car doors and slipped out. Quickly, he hurried around and caught her arm midway up the walk. "A nice get acquainted nightcap."
Helen shook loose of his grip. "Christ, Russell. Don't you understand the meaning of no?" She reached the steps, climbed them, then stopped at the door.
Russell joined her. His blood was boiling. His gut had knotted into a fist of passion. Her mouth had been delicious, a tempting sample of everything she had to offer. "I don't take no for an answer, in business or with the women I want."
"Leave Russell. I'm not opening the door until you do."
He laughed, grabbed her small purse and fished out the key. "Neil would want me to be sure you were safe." He jiggled the key in the lock and opened the door.
"Neil is blind to you," she spat. "He's trying too hard to succeed." She brushed by him, tried closing the door, failed. His foot blocked it.
"You can help him, too." He pushed the door open, stepped inside. "Where's the bar?"
Helen was shocked. "Get out!" she screamed.
"Don't be a shit, Helen," he said, walking into the large, expensively decorated living room. "A nightcap and I'll leave." He went straight to the bar and poured three fingers of Scotch into a tumbler. "How do you want yours... neat or on the rocks?"
Helen stared incredulously. "You got brass balls, Russell." She was fuming, glaring at him, hating him, angered with Neil, and feeling sorry for Doris.
"Suit yourself," he said. Russell came from behind the bar, propped himself on a barstool and casually sipped his drink.
His dark deep-set eyes flowed over Helen as she stood angrily in the doorway. "You got one fantastic body, Helen." His eyes settled on her large tits encased in the tight-fitting sheath. "Is that all you, or do you use a little padding?" He grinned and took another sip of Scotch.
"You'll never find out, you bastard." She stomped into the room, ignored him, poured herself a drink to settle her nerves.
"Don't be too sure of yourself, Helen. Before I leave, you'll be happy I drove you home."
"Hah!" She took a gulp of her drink. "Hurry up and get out of here."
Russell stared at her long curvy legs, tiny waist, and round, sexy hips. "You're built just the way I like my women-for action."
"No action for you, Russell." She sat down, crossed her legs, and smiled smugly as her dress inched up. "It's all Neil's. I don't share it."
"You will with me." He finished his drink and stalked over to a surprised Helen.
His pants bulged. His cock ached for her. He had wanted her for months, ever since Neil came to work for him. He rubbed his crotch lewdly. "See what you do to me?"
Helen's face flushed and she turned quickly away. "Get out."
"After I slip my cock between your legs and find out if you're as good as you look."
"Never!"
Russell grabbed her wrist and hauled her to her feet. Her drink fell, spilling on the rug.
Helen struggled. He was too strong.
Russell pulled her struggling body into his arms. His powerful arms held her tight. "You feel great, Helen. Why not relax, enjoy it? It'll be fun for you, and Neil won't miss one piece. Besides, a nice raise will pay for a lot of pretty things." He was rubbing his hard-on into her squirming body.
Helen felt his throbbing cock pressing into her. Forbidden excitement coursed through her veins, excitement Neil had been too busy lately to satisfy. She fought her rising passion successfully, though it remained bubbling right below the surface of her anger.
"Let me go, Russell!"
"You feel great, Helen. No girdle." His hand had cupped a cheek of her tight-cheeked ass. "Just sexy panties. Right?"
"Go fuck your wife," Helen snapped, "or won't she have you?"
"Forget about Doris. We have our own arrangement." His hand skimmed over Helen's hip, inching up the dress, exposing the silky flesh of her thighs.
Helen squirmed free. Panting, her eyes glowering with anger and hate, she spun on her heel and was about to flee. Russell's grip around her wrist stopped her.
"You're not going anywhere." He was getting impatient. His fingers latched into the dress where it scooped low in the back. He yanked, tearing it at the seam. He yanked again and spun her around, pulling the ruined dress down to her waist.
Helen's face flooded with shock. She looked down. Her tits were exposed, blatantly displayed. She stared at him. "You lecherous bastard!"
A spasm shot through Russell's groin. He hadn't intended going this far but passion boiled in his veins, urging him on. He still held her wrist tightly. "No bra, baby. You look fantastic! All real, too."
A surge of passion surfaced, swept over her. Quickly she buried it under anger. It was becoming more difficult to suppress. "My dress. You ruined it." She yanked her arm, but couldn't shake him loose. "What will I tell Neil? It cost a fortune."
"Don't worry, Helen." He pulled her and her tits bounced as he hauled her back into his arms. "I'll buy you a new one. Now relax and enjoy yourself." He fused his mouth to hers, invaded her throat, explored.
For a second her surging lust came to the surface and she sucked his tongue. Then she forced it back, almost losing the battle this time. Struggling, she pounded him with her fists. Like tiny gnats they bounced off his powerful frame.
The lapse of her defense wasn't lost on Russell. He continued forcing himself on the unwilling housewife. His hands pushed her dress down over her hips. Holding her struggling body at the same time, he succeeded. The dress ripped again, dropped to the floor.
Gasping, Helen managed to get herself out of his arms. She stumbled, her feet caught in the dress snarled around her ankles. "Ohhh!" Arms waving, tits jiggling, her face flooded with shock, she fell back. One hard thud arid she crashed onto the sofa. Long bared legs came up, spread in an enticing vee.
"Gorgeous," Russell rasped, his dark brooding eyes fixed on her crotch. A lump clogged his throat. He was going to have her-nothing was going to stop him.
"You're crazy!" she shouted, looking up at his flushed, lust-crazed face. She struggled to get up.
Russell grabbed an ankle before she had a chance to move. Blood surged through his veins. His face was livid with passion. "You're not going anywhere." He pulled hard and Helen crashed to the floor.
She struggled hard, twisting on the floor. She kicked, getting free. Scrambling, she leaped to her feet, freedom only seconds away.
"Oh, no you don't," Russell rasped. He reached and caught his fingers in her tight bikini panties. The flimsy material tore away, bared her ass, but didn't stop her.
For a split second, Russell stared at her retreating ass, still holding the torn panties in his hand. He recovered.
Three long strides, and he corralled her naked figure in his arms. Battling her, he dragged her down on the floor. "Now, baby." He breathed hard, pinning her bare body to the carpet. "It's time you stopped the shit!" Helen, her breath coming in raspy pockets, glared up at him. "You're a bastard, Russell!" She struggled, but the battle was lost. She saved her strength, hoping the war wasn't over.
Russell mauled her jiggling tits. "Nice and soft," he moaned, catching his breath. "Neil's a lucky guy."
"Not with a bastard boss like you," she spat. His hands were stirring the smoldering fires in her pussy. She bit her lip, fighting it, winning, losing, finally suppressing it again.
"Admit it," Russell said, noticing a hint of passion in her eyes. "You love the attention I'm giving you. Neil's too busy to appreciate a great piece like you." He grabbed both her wrists and held them in one hand. "Let's see how wet your pussy is."
"Oh, no," she gasped. "No!" She struggled, kept her legs tight together. Her tits, large and fleshy, jiggled erotically.
Overpowering the lithe naked brunette, Russell gobbled on her flopping tits, licking the creamy flesh, his fingers gripped around her wrists.
His free hand kneaded her twisting hips, clamped thighs. He sucked greedily, soaking the warm tittie flesh and nipples. A slight whimpering moan escaped her mouth and he grinned inwardly-triumph was getting closer.
"No," she hissed through clenched teeth.
Her hips thrashed, desperately trying to keep him from parting her legs. "No!" His mouth on her tits was eroding her will to fight.
With his mouth clamped to one large nipple, Russell forced Helen's thighs apart. Fingers groped, found, stroked the velvety folds of her cunt. Heat seeped from her pussy. Legs clamped tight again but it didn't matter. He had her cunt and was winning.
Helen knew it too. His mouth and now his fingers were stripping away her defenses. "You bastard!" she spit. She shuddered and bit her lip to keep from moaning.
Russell fondled her cunt, sucked her tits. The first trickle of pussy-cream greeted his exploring fingers.
"Stop fighting your own desires," he said, bringing his mouth off her now swollen nipple. "Enjoy!" He parted her silky folds, explored the entrance of her pussy, tortured her expertly, unleashing her passion, bringing it to the surface.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" she chanted, shutting her eyes tight, fighting the lust his fingers and mouth were creating in her body. "Stop it! Please!"
Russell plunged three fingers into her pussy.
Juice flowed quickly from the pulsing walls of her cunt hole, soaking his invading fingers. Victory was only minutes away. His cock throbbed violently in his pants. His groin stiffened.
Hard knife-like stabs cut into her pussy. More juice. Whimpering. Pulsing cunt muscles greedy for more attacked his fingers.
"Oooo," she gasped, her hips rotating, her thighs now spread willingly. "Oooo! Oooo!" She humped, passion now in control. She could no longer fight it.
Russell twisted his fingers inside her pussy, chewed her nipples. He wasn't taking any chances. Fingers manipulated her clit. It was gorged with blood, vulnerable to attack.
Helen hated herself, Russell, and especially Neil. His blind loyalty, need to succeed, and his neglect lately had put her in this position.
Russell jabbed hard and his blinding thrusts skewered her pussy. His fingers tore into her pussyhole, twisted, hacked at her sensitive cunt walls. His mouth chewed, sucked, and feasted on each tit.
Helen's body was on fire. Her hips rolled. "Oooo!" She lifted her ass. "Oooo!"
She squirmed, wanting to be free. Her mind was controlled by the stormy passion that raged throughout her body-total surrender.
Russell was sure now. He released her arms. "You ready for my cock?" His blunt fingers turned her into a hot bubbling furnace ready to explode.
"Yes," she cried, the words making her surrender completely. "Yes." She humped, unable to stop her hips from moving. Cunt muscles pulsed against his fingers, but craved his cock.
Russell came up on his knees, leered down at her writhing body, her flushed face. "Take out my prick. Take it out and show me how much you want it." Complete domination was what Russell was after.
Out of her skull, Helen pulled herself to his crotch. Frantic fingers pulled down his zipper, fished inside his pants, and latched onto his prick. She lugged it out, gasped.
"Stick it in me," she moaned. She fell back, trembling, waiting.
"Kiss it first," he said, an evil grin on his face. He wanted to control Helen the same way he controlled her husband. "Kiss it!"
"No!" she shouted. She looked at him, a drunken smile of lust on her face. "Stick it in and I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget." She hated herself, but she needed his cock now, needed it badly.
"When you kiss it," he said.
His nuts were churning. If she didn't kiss his cock in a second, he knew he'd fuck her. It didn't matter losing a small battle. The war had been won. She was begging to be fucked, just like he knew she would be.
"You bastard," she growled, writhing in agony on the floor. She pulled herself to him, kissed the tip of his cock. Total submission. "Now fuck me!" She threw herself back, arms spread, legs spread, every fiber in her body screaming to be fucked. "Fuck me!"
Russell groaned, yanked down his pants and shorts. Hard cockmeat swung between his thick-set thighs like a girder. His nuts, weighty with jizz, hung like steel balls, ached with their churning load.
Helen leered, drooled, her body on fire. She squirmed her ass on the carpet. "Fuck me!" she screamed impatiently. "Fuck me!"
Russell yanked down his pants, came over her, balanced himself, his bloated cock at the entrance to her steamy pussy. Arms stiff, palms flat, he leered into her face. "I told you, you'd be begging for my cock."
"You bastard!" She slapped his face, and at the same time lifted her hips and engulfed the head of his cock with her cunt. "Unnnn!"
"You're a regular spitfire." He laughed, slammed his cock into her pussy. The power of his thrust drove her back into the carpet. "Just the way I like them." He repaid her for the slap with a series of vicious jabs that had her screaming.
Helen absorbed his punishing blows and milked them for all the pleasure she could get. She lifted her ass, twisted her hips, ground her clit into his slamming groin each time he pierced her pussy with his cock. Lights flickered behind her fluttering eyes and sobbing gasps floated from her mouth.
Russell turned into a madman. He pummeled her body, his cock spearing her pussy. Hot spongy muscles pulsed against his shaft. Scalding pussy-cream bathed his cockshaft, greasing it for speed.
Helen went insane. She threw herself mindlessly into his whacking frame, ground her clit into his groin, turned it into a piece of raw pulsing flesh. Swollen with lust, the nipples ready to burst, her tits flopped and jiggled erotically as she twisted and writhed under Russell's attacking body.
With passion running rampant through her pussy, hate a close second, Helen pounded her small fists into his broad chest. Her pussy milked from his cock the pleasure she needed while she drummed her fists into him. "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me!"
"Whatever you want, you hot fuckin' bitch." He renewed his assault, drilling her body with a vengeance. Hard demanding thrusts sent his cock to the very depths of her oozing cunt.
"Yes," she screeched. She humped, rolled her hips, and squealed as the pleasure of his stabbing prick enveloped her. She was out of her head, drunk with a passion she had not satisfied in ages. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Russell almost went off the deep end. Helen was a hurricane he hadn't expected. True, he had suspected passion, but nothing like this. Neil, he realized, as his nuts swelled to the bursting point, must really be neglecting her. He jammed his cock deep, then ground to a halt, his prick buried in a vat of hot scalding cream and squeezing muscles-tentacles of heat.
"No," she screamed, eyes wide with desperation and lust. "Don't stop! Don't stop." She began pounding his chest, shoulders, and arms. This time her fists beat a drumming tattoo for him to fuck her, not because she hated him. Her hate no longer mattered. Only her pussy and the pleasure his cock could give her filled her lust-sopped mind.
Her passion was an overwhelming bonus. He eased back, watched her twist in agony. Only his cockhead remained inside her spongy cunthole. "Neil certainly neglects you, doesn't he?" He jabbed, quickly pulling out to the tip.
"Who's Neil?" she gurgled, spit trapped in her throat. Her face twisted in lust. "Fuck me! Make me cum, you bastard."
Russell lunged forward, jerked his hips, gouging the head of his cock into her spongy cunt. He eased back, repeated it, loving the slippery depths of her steamy twat.
"Faster, you bastard! Faster!" She lunged up, impaling her cunt on his fat, bloated prick. Again, she did it, eyes bulging, face contorting-a delicious mask of lust. "Faster, you fuckin' bastard!"
Russell reveled in Helen's passion. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed the pleasures of a totally uninhibited woman. Most wives fucked to advance their husband's careers in the company using calculating moves to please only him. He jabbed, Helen responded wildly. Helen was fucking for the sheer pleasure of getting stuffed with a cock. He jabbed again.
Helen's body was racked with spasms. His hard slamming thrusts carried her to the peak. His slow torturous withdrawals and slow sadistic pace kept her from cumming. "Faster!" she screeched, twisting and writhing beneath him.
Russell picked up the pace. His own nuts were churning, ready to explode. His stroking jabs shortened, but the power-packed stabs remained just as devastating.
"Oooo, yessss!" she screamed, the pace to her liking. She met his jabs, used her body enticingly to make him fill her with jizz and set her own orgasms in motion. "Oooo, yessss!"
She reached up, caressed his face. Her tits swelled, the nipples ready to burst. Her hips drove up from the floor, rotated. "Make me cum! Please!" She was delirious.
Russell lost the last thread of will power that kept him in control. His mind snapped like a dry twig. "Baby! Baby!" He slammed, the pace blinding. His cock pierced her bubbling spongy pussyhole.
Helen responded automatically, instinctively. Her body absorbed his demonic thrusts. "Ooo! Oooo!" She lifted, swiveled her hips, her clit mashed into his pounding groin. She went straight to the peak and exploded.
"I'm cumming! Creaming!" Her voice filled the room. She bucked and jerked under his hammering cock, rode his juice-greased prick in a blaze of fury. "I'm cumming! Ohhhh, Christ!"
Russell felt the muscles in her oven-hot cunt tense, then cling to his prick. Her pussy was a vise of spongy heat. He lashed at her body, driving her twisting climaxing frame of sizzling flesh back into the carpet.
"Helen! Cream me, baby! Cum!"
In her lust-drenched brain, she heard his voice. It filled her with disgust and shame, but it didn't matter. The fire raging out of control in her pussy did. Before all else, it needed to be satisfied. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Hot scalding pussy-cream gushed from the walls of her pulsing cunt, soaked his stabbing cock, oozed from her pussyhole and dribbled down his whacking cum-crammed balls. "Cum! Cum!" she howled each time their bodies slammed into each other. "Fill me! Cum!"
The muscles in Russell's body tensed for his orgasm. Her heat and passion enveloped him. Blood boiled in his veins. The vat of bubbling cum in his nuts erupted.
"I'm cumming!" he roared, blending his deep voice with her high squealing shrieks. "I'm cumming!" Hot thick white jizz shot out the tip of his bulb-shaped cockhead. It squirted deep, triggered more orgasms in her twisting, convulsing body.
Helen lunged up and ground her clit into his groin. "I feel it! Oooo, it's burning me up! Aghhhh!"
Brown eyes turned glassy, lost focus. Tits jiggled as her upper body twisted. Her head snapped from side to side, brown hair whipping across her flushed, animated face.
They battled on the floor-Helen and her husband's boss. Their grinding bodies slashed at each other, their groins whacking hard, meshing, then parting. Hot cunt-cream mixed with thick cock-jizz inside her pussy.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she ranted deliriously. Her words turned into babbling whimpers. Long curvy legs stiffened, curled, locked around his jamming hips. Her ass thudded rhythmically on the floor each time Russell speared her pussy.
She screamed, her voice piercing the air as Russell's cock pierced her cunt. Hot frothy cum oozed from her hole, dribbled down the crack of her jiggling ass. She arched her back, trembled, collapsed back and twitched in ecstasy.
Russell, his balls just about drained, finished off the whimpering housewife. Hard punching jabs drained his balls. The last of his cum squirted into an overflowing pussy. He grunted, dropped, crushing her spent body.
"Baby," he whispered hotly in her ear. "You're dynamite." He squirmed his hips, his limp prick slipping from her cunt.
Passion spent, guilt rushed over her, guilt and hate for Russell. She shoved, knocking him off. Scrambling to her feet, she glared down at him, her eyes filled with venom. "Get out, Russell. Get out of my house!"
Russell pulled up his pants and zipped his fly. "You were singing a different tune a few minutes ago." He grinned and took a step toward her. "Admit it. You loved every minute of it."
"You come near me again, ever, and I'll cut off your balls." Her words were filled with loathing.
Russell stopped in his tracks. He saw she meant it. He gave her an easy smile. "After the guilt wears off, call me. We're great together." He walked by her. "I'd better pick up Neil and Doris. They're probably waiting." He laughed.
"You bastard," she spat.
"Don't say anything to Neil. It would be a shame, if I had to fire him. You'd lose everything, the house, the car. Remember that, Helen."
He went to the door and stopped. A grin swept over his face. "Stop calling me bastard."
"Fuck you!" She heard the front door slam. Shaking, she gathered up her clothes, then ran upstairs to clean her body, tears streaming down her cheeks.
CHAPTER TWO
"Holy Christ, Helen," Neil shouted. "You've been moping around the Goddamn house all week. Ever since the play last Friday night."
Helen stiffened under his nasty tone. A week, a week of trying to forget Russell and what he had done. A week of trying to bury the shame of her responses to his brutal rape.
She glared at Neil. He wasn't the same sensitive man she had married five years ago.
All he thought about now was work and pleasing his boss. He was so wrapped up in work, he was blind to Russell's advances toward her.
"Can't we go to the beach today? It would be wonderful to get away for a few hours and relax."
"I told you three days ago," Neil snarled, "tonight, Russell and Doris are coming to dinner. Christ! Did you forget?"
Helen stifled a gasp. She knew she couldn't be in the same room with Russell. "Please. I don't feel good. Another time." Brown eyes pleaded.
"Can't, dammit. It's already been arranged. I'm going to be at the office all day working with Russ. We'll pick Doris up at five and be here at six." He grabbed his briefcase and stopped at the door. "Make sure it's a great meal. Your personality has been zero. Maybe your cooking will impress Russ. You be nice to him tonight, dammit. Nice and friendly." He left, slamming the door.
Helen began to shake. "I'll be nice," she screamed to the closed door. "I'll be nice to everybody... nice with a capital F-U-C-K." Her screams bordered on hysteria. "Ooo, you blind fool." She pounded her fists on the table. "You stupid, stupid fool!"
She stormed from the living room, anger carrying her to the kitchen. "I'll make a dinner for the bastard-maybe poison the creep!"
She tottered on the edge of rational thinking. "I'll get even, too, my blind ambitious husband."
Two steps at a time took her upstairs. She stared at her angry features in the mirror. "I'll make a game out of it." Suddenly, an evil smile broke the anger.
* * *
Helen pulled her car into the parking lot of the large suburban market and cut the motor. Fingers clutched the wheel, knuckles white. "You are going to pay, my darling husband. One fantastic dinner for you and your crud boss, and one fantastic day of sex for me."
She climbed out of the car. Long legs, bared and smooth, carried her across the parking lot. Round ass cheeks, wrapped in tight purple terry, swung suggestively with each step. Large creamy tits bounced erotically under her provocative summer top.
"Mmmm," she hummed. Her flesh broke out in goose bumps as the store's air conditioner kept the inside cool. Pushing her empty cart, she headed straight for the produce section.
A smile graced her lips. She noticed a young man, barely out of his teens, ogling her as she picked over the ripe juicy tomatoes. A germ of an idea tickled the back of her mind. She moved along the produce counter, his quick shy leers turning her on.
"Hi," she purred. "Not very busy this morning, is it?" Her voice was like silk.
His words caught in his throat. A whiff of her perfume tantalized him. "It's still early." His voice was husky.
Helen's brown eyes dazzled him. Her mouth, a slash of red, smiled seductively. She picked up a banana. "God," she whispered, holding it tight. "It feels so good in my hand."
The young man gawked. His eyes darted from her flushed excited face to her hands suggestively stroking the long, curved banana.
"Mmmm, just holding it makes me hot." She gave the boy a sizzling look. The pink tip of her tongue flicked out over her red-ripe mouth.
The young man's eyes dropped to Helen's tits bulging against the thin material of her summer top. He gulped. The faint trace of her nipples were evident. His mouth dried up.
Helen's eyes darted up and down the wide aisle. It was empty. She brought the banana to her mouth and parted her lips. "Mmmm."
Her eyes stared at him. His face was a mask of desire. For a brief second, she slipped a part of the banana into her mouth. "I love bananas," she sighed. "The bigger the better."
The young man was speechless. His imagination was running rampant. It was his cock in her mouth, not the banana. It was his cock she had just rubbed over her gorgeous tits.
Helen had the boy under her spell. It excited her, made her bolder. She was enjoying this new and exciting side of sex.
A frown clouded her eyes for a moment. The side had surfaced last Friday night. She pushed the ugly thought from her mind. This time it was different; she controlled the situation.
Helen picked up a cucumber. "I like cucumbers too," she giggled. "Nice fat juicy cucumbers." Moist pussy-cream soaked the spongy canal of her turned-on cunt.
The young man's groin knotted. His prick throbbed. The sexy bitch was a real turn-on! "What else do you like?" His throat was dry, the words scraped out.
"Oooo, lots of things," she cooed. She noticed a customer. Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited for the elderly woman to select her oranges and leave.
"What does your cock look like?" she whispered huskily after the woman had left. She held up the banana and the cucumber. "Is it curved like this, or fat like the cucumber?" She noticed his name tag. "Tell me, John."
He moaned. "Why don't we go in the back and I'll show you."
"I couldn't do that," she sighed. "I have to shop and you have to work." She blew him a kiss and strutted back to her cart, swinging her terry-clad ass.
"Prick-teasing bitch," John mumbled. His prick ached as he stared at her ass and long smooth creamy legs. "Bitch." He went back to his work, the scent of her perfume still lingering to haunt him.
Helen strolled the aisles. She was hot and knew it. The brief encounter with John had her pussy juice flowing. Her nipples swelled, pressed against her top. It was fun playing the whore and it served Neil right.
Spotting the deli-section, she smiled, saw the handsome man behind the counter. She pushed her cart over, waited until the man was finished waiting on the young married couple.
Helen smiled at the man. "How about some of that gorgeous pepperoni," she sighed. "A nice long one." She winked. "I like them long." She was having a ball.
The man leered over the counter and checked out the luscious housewife. He held a pepperoni in his fist. "I'll bet you could handle it all too."
Helen's soft brown eyes misted over. Neil hadn't touched her all week. She was beginning to tremble. She drooled over the pepperoni in the man's hand, imagining him holding his cock and feeding it to her. It was time to start having fun. She blinked herself out of her daze.
"I get hungry just looking at it," she sighed. A deep ragged breath billowed her tits. Her face blushed pink.
"Why don't you come on in the back and we'll find out how much you can handle."
Helen smiled. He was older than John. A wide grin cracked his bold gaze. "I think I can handle anything you've got."
"You willing to prove it?" He challenged her with his eyes and voice.
Heart thumping, Helen glanced around. "What about customers?"
"Don't worry about the customers. Unless you're chicken."
"How do I get back there?" she asked. Her pussy contracted. Mushy cream, warm and sticky, kept her pussyhole constantly greased, ready for action.
"Through the door over there." He pointed.
Dazzling brown eyes, filled with excitement, followed his gesture, saw the door. "I'll be right there."
He watched her, his prick throbbing. He leered at her swinging ass, long legs, full hips and trim waist. "Dynamite," he muttered.
A cough caught his attention. A customer. He frowned, waited on the impatient lady. He didn't expect Helen to take him up on his offer. He had seen enough prick-teasers to know.
Helen paused at the swinging doors that led to the back of the market. Her heart skipped a beat. A moment of indecision. "Why not?"
She turned her head for a moment. He wasn't looking. A shrug, a giggle, and she pushed open the door and disappeared.
She looked around. Crates and boxes lined the walls. They were stacked all over the place, creating privacy in small nooks and crannies.
She touched the soft tender mound of her pussy. "Oooo, God. I've turned myself into a furnace." She sighed, looked around, making sure no one had heard her.
The counterman looked up, spotted Helen's cart unattended at the doors. "I'll be damned," he said. "Maybe... " He left the counter. It wasn't busy anyway.
Quick steps took him into the back. He looked around, half expecting her not to be there. She was!
"Hi," she purred, spotting him at the end of the aisle of crates. "I'm down here."
His face brightened, and his lust grew. He still didn't believe completely. He went toward her, his cock aching, his nuts swelling. His groin had more faith than his brain.
"I didn't think you were really coming back to join me," she said. Each word was a whispered invitation.
"I didn't think you'd be here." He leered at her plump tits stuffing her summer top.
"Where's the pepperoni?" Her brown eyes danced with devilment.
"I have something better."
"Where is it?" She feigned innocence, turning her wide brown eyes to his.
"Between my legs," he smiled. He palmed his crotch, expecting her to leave. "You wanna see it?"
Helen saw the skepticism on his face and heard it in his voice. She was about to change his preconceived ideas about horny housewives. "I sure do. Why do you think I'm here?" She reached out and touched his crotch. "Do you mind if I do it?"
She had turned him into a believer. "Be my guest."
"I was hoping you'd say that." Still holding his eyes with her own, she stepped close, found his zipper and tugged it down.
"You thought I was just a prick-teaser, huh?" Her fingers found his cock and curled around the thick stem.
"It crossed my mind." Her fingers were hot, exciting. "Take it out."
"I will," she hummed. "I'm afraid I was a prick-teaser to John." She pulled out his cock, squeezed it.
"John?" It came out a groan. "The guy in produce?"
"He's the one," Helen sighed, caressing the counterman's cock. "I turned him on, then left. I feel terrible about it."
He grunted. John's loss was his gain. "He'll get over it." A hot smile filled his face. Hands spanned the twin globes of her tits. He squeezed, watched her beautiful face flush. "You got great tits, lady. How about a show?"
"Call me Helen and if you let them go, I'll take off my top." She was swirling in a sea of passion. Reason and sanity had evaporated. Passion, anger at Neil, and the desire to live up to her threat, filled the void.
With her tits released, Helen stepped back, reluctant at first to give up his cock. A week of no sex had honed her passion to a fine edge. She held his gaze and in one quick swoop, pulled her top over her head and displayed her large plump tits for her appreciative audience.
"Christ! Melons, baby. Large ripe melons."
She giggled and cupped her pulpy tits. "Maybe we should invite John back, since he's the produce man."
"Forget about John," he said, his eyes bulging at the fantastic sight of her magnificent tits. "You got enough to handle with me."
Helen's eyes dropped to his thick meaty cock sticking out of his pants like a spear. "Mmmm. I can see that." She came close and gripped his prick again. Hot urgent fingers stroked his cock, shifting the thin skin up and down the thick, pulsing shaft. "God. It's alive!"
"It's also good to eat." He glanced around. "I know just the place too." He took her hand and led her down the narrow aisle between the crates of produce and canned goods.
"Where?" she gasped as he took her deeper into the back of the store.
"In here." He opened a door and flicked on a light.
"Oooo," she cooed, delighted with the arrangements. She wasn't daring enough to take this hunk of male cock out in the storeroom. Here was perfect. She pulled on his cock and went inside.
He closed the door, wished there were a lock. But it was better than nothing.
"Do you bring all the housewives who order pepperoni back here?" She giggled and stroked his prick again.
"Only the pretty ones." He mauled her tits. "Now how about eating what your hands can't seem to get enough of?" His grin was confident.
"Is it as good as a banana?" She pressed her tits into his massaging hands. "I'm creaming."
"I'll check that later." He tugged down on her tits. "Eat!"
She laid her cotton top on a box and dropped to her knees. Wide hungry brown eyes ogled his hard-on. She squeezed it hard, watched his pisser open.
"Eat it, Helen. It's the best piece of meat in the store."
"I can see that," she cooed. She brought her mouth to his bloated cockhead, kissed it. "Mmmm."
Helen's lips parted and caressed his cockhead, smearing it with lipstick. She smacked her lips and licked her tongue down over the throbbing shaft, stopping when she reached his pants. "Drop your pants." She giggled. "I don't know your name."
"Allen," he groaned.
"I want it all, Allen."
With her mouth a burning fire on his prick, Allen complied. Pants and shorts, with Helen's help, lay crumpled at his ankles in seconds. "Now you have all the room you want."
"Mmmm, I know," she sighed breathlessly. She curled her fingers through his cock hair, scratched her nails along his heavy-skinned nut-sac and up along his throbbing prickshaft.
"Suck it," he groaned. He reached down for her. His hips jerked and his cock slapped against her face. "Suck it."
"I will." She moved her head away from his grasping fingers. One last hungry look at his prick sent shivers up her spine. Her mouth opened.
"Yeahhhh!" Allen groaned as her lips surrounded the head of his cock. "Yeah!" Her mouth had sucked deep, rumbling his balls into action.
Helen shuddered. The realization of what she was doing hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mind reeled under the knowledge. For a second, she panicked. Controlling it, she settled easily into her first desired adulterous act with all the enthusiasm of a seasoned veteran.
Allen's groin churned and his balls swelled. "Baby!" He jabbed, spearing her eager throat with the head of his cock. "Unnnn!" Another jab speared his cock deeper into her gullet.
Helen gobbled hungrily. She took his stabbing thrusts, allowed his cock to pierce her gullet. The head of his cock stretched her throat. Fingers scratched at his swinging bag of cum-stuffed balls.
"Aghhh," Allen groaned, jabbing his prick to the root. "Aghhh!" His groin hardened and his prick swelled. Her mouth was an overheated oven.
Helen sucked deep, used her teeth, her tongue, her lips. She was creaming her shorts, soaking the terry crotch in a filmy cream of warm pussy juice. Gurgles escaped her cock crammed mouth. Gags were stifled. She relaxed her throat muscles and worked with Allen as he stabbed her face over and over again.
Her sensitive lips felt each ridge, each blood engorged vein in his bloated cock. She popped her mouth off, gasped air into her lungs. A dreamy smile played on her lipstick-smeared mouth. "You taste a helluva lot better than a pepperoni."
"I know." He curled his fingers in her thick, earth-brown hair. "Don't stop now. I taste better the more you eat me."
Helen massaged his spit-soaked prick. "If I keep sucking it, you'll be creaming my mouth." Her fingers scratched the length of his cockshaft.
"What better way to end a fantastic meal than with a nice warm drink." He grinned down at her, passion rumbling in his nuts.
"You've convinced me." She licked her lips and gave him a lewd smile. "The juice inside the meat always makes it taste better."
She took her hands off his cock and brushed his fingers from her hair. "I like eating on my own. Force-feeding isn't my idea of fun."
"Anything you say," he groaned. It was his lucky day. Years of frustration with prick teasing housewives had finally paid off. "Eat it anyway you want."
"Oooo, I will." She brought her hands back to his cock, caressed the shaft and his heavy balls. Palming his nuts, she giggled. "I hope there's not too much for me to drink."
"You can handle it," he grinned. "I don't think you'll have any trouble at all."
Helen was finished talking. Her tongue flashed out, slapped over his prickhead. She bathed his cockhead and shaft in warm spit. Flashing her tongue like a serpent, she swept up one side of his prick and down the other.
Allen groaned, his growling voice filling the small dimly lit room. Nuts rumbling, he forced himself from latching his fingers into her hair and pounding her face raw.
Instead, he leaned against a stack of crates and allowed her to take him to the peak her way, and her way was one fabulous ride.
Helen slopped her tongue over his shaft and balls. She swirled it over his prickhead, then sucked his cock into her mouth. His moans added to the pleasure of sucking his long meaty cock.
With his cockhead stuffed in her mouth, she inched forward, dragging her teeth along his shaft. Cockmeat stretched her throat and throbbed against the roof of her mouth.
Allen balled his fists. The churning fire in his nuts was getting out of control. He lunged, smashed his groin into her greedy lips. His cock plunged into her gullet. "Unnn, baby! Chew it! Jesus, chew it!"
Helen's lips were flat against his groin. Cock hair tickled her nose. Prickmeat pulsed deep in her throat. She clawed his hips, drew back her head, and used her teeth. She gnawed on his shaft as if it were a bone. Her nipping teeth drew groans of pleasure from him.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" He humped, tried to drive his cock to the hilt, couldn't. Her mouth moved with him.
Helen knew the passion her mouth was creating and it excited her. She "wanted his cum. She forgot about her own passion. Later, she would quench it, once she had sucked the man dry. For now, to feel his cum flood her mouth was enough.
Allen jabbed, his thrusting hips and skewering cock becoming more demanding. Hard lunges. His face contorted in agonizing passion. Her teeth were chewing him alive. Her tongue was whipping him into a frenzy. The deep suction of her mouth was fanning the hot bubbling cum in his balls.
Helen accepted the punishing jabs, fed on them. She used her hands, her nails. Coupled with the expert action of her mouth, she brought the groaning Allen quickly to the point of eruption.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned, his balls ready to explode. "Get ready for this, baby!" His speed doubled.
Helen felt the throbbing muscle in her throat palpitate erratically. She needed no announcement. She cupped his balls, shaking, ready to gulp the first wad.
"I'm cumming," he growled, his pisser dilating to accommodate a stream of thick white cock-cum as it gushed up from his balls and into her mouth. "I'm cumming! Baby! Aghhh!"
The first thick glob gushed down her throat. At the same time, gasping sounds gushed past her clinging lips. More thick delicious cum followed. She drank it all, too busy gulping it down to savor each fantastic drop.
Allen drilled her face, spewing his load in a steady deluge. "Suck it, baby! Suck it!"
His nuts, still crammed full, whacked against her chin each time he plowed his cock down her gullet. His fists slammed against the wall. The pounding was quick, rapid, and powerful, matching the power and speed of his stabbing cock.
Cum splattered the back of her throat, filled her cheeks, poured down her gullet. She sucked deeper, the action going straight to his balls, churning the cum, urging it through his cum-swelled cock.
"Baby! Baby!" His back against the wall, his legs stiff, his hips a blur, Allen hacked away at her gobbling mouth. "Baby! Suck it! Chew it up!"
Hot squishing gobs of cum oozed from her lips. It was coming too fast. Her practiced gulps weren't enough. It dribbled down her chin and splashed against his slapping balls.
Helen didn't concede to his violent jabs. She took the fury of his squirting cock and reveled in it. Quick gulps. She drank at the spurting fountain of his throbbing cock. Sucking gulps, gnawing teeth, and lashing tongue, all blended to drain Allen's nuts.
She gagged, choked, her lips bruised by his driving groin. The battle was almost over.
Allen slowed, his nuts empty, the last few squirts of white cum splashing over her tongue instead of shooting down her receptive gullet. "Aghhhh!" He stopped, drained, sated.
Helen took one last greedy suck. Her hands caressed his ass, his thighs. It was over. The shrinking cock in her mouth brought her out of her stupor.
She pulled off and looked up. "You were right. You're the best meal I've had in weeks."
She offered him her hand.
Allen pulled her up. Sated, he still enjoyed the sight of lush bouncing tits. "You got a mouth I'll never forget."
"I got a pussy too," she pouted. "It needs stuffing." She rubbed her body into his. "Can you help me?"
"No, but I know someone who can."
"Who?" she sighed, trembling in passion. "Who can you get?" She crushed her tits into his chest, the nipples scraping against his shirt. "Oooo, I'm so hot, Allen."
"If you let me go," he groaned, her passion stoking the fire she had just put out, "I'll get him."
Trembling, she released him, leaned against a stack of crates. "I'd like to know who," she sighed.
"Does it matter?" He was leering. She was one luscious bitch.
"No," she giggled, realizing it truly didn't matter. All that mattered was that whoever it was had a stiff cock.
"I'll tell you anyway." He paused, stuffed his limp cock back in his pants and zipped his fly. "It's John. The one you said you tortured at the produce counter."
"Ohhh, hurry," she giggled. "He must be boiling by now."
"Don't go away. I'll be right back."
"I won't move." She closed her eyes, refused to think about what she was doing and what it was doing to her. She was carrying out her threat to Neil in spades. It was all that mattered.
CHAPTER THREE
Helen swayed. Passion was surging through her veins. Pussy-cream soaked her aching, cock-starved cunthole. Sucking Allen had been marvelous. She smiled, a wicked twist to her lipstick-stained mouth. She was living up to her word-pleasing everyone.
A soft murmur escaped her throat. She looked at the door and imagined John's face when he opened it. Her heart beat fast. Impatience and passion were making her nervous.
"I'm telling you," Allen said, keeping his voice low. "The damn broad is in the back waiting for you."
John gave the older man an annoying look. "Cut the shit, Allen. I might be new here, but I'm no dummy." He went back to stacking the lettuce on the counter.
"Christ, John. Believe me!" Allen was exasperated.
John stopped working. "She was here earlier. A real doll, but a prick-teaser from the word go."
"Yeah, but-"
"Listen," John said, cutting him off. "You know what she was doing. Playing games with the bananas and cucumbers. Come on, Allen. Let me get back to work."
"She did the same shit with me," Allen said, keeping his voice low, but urgent. He had to convince him. "Except with me it was pepperoni."
"Now you think I'm going to go back to that room?" John shook his head, pushed the loading cart down the aisle and began stacking bags of radishes.
Allen put his hand on the younger man's arm, stopping him. "She just gave me the best fuckin blow-job I've ever had," he repeated for the fifth time. "Now she wants your cock."
"I go back there, everybody has a big laugh. No thanks. I'm tired of being the butt of all the jokes around here. The broad was nothing but a prick-teaser. My nuts still ache. Now let me get back to work before I get fired."
"You're stupid," Allen said. "A damn gorgeous cunt is waiting for you and all you want to do is play with Goddamn radishes!"
"Now you're listening," John said.
Allen groaned, fished in his back pocket, pulled out his wallet. "Okay, kid. Here's fifty bucks." He pulled out a crisp fifty dollar bill. "It's yours if I'm lying."
John looked at the money, then at Allen's face. He had been tricked before-too many times.
"Christ, it's yours." Allen stuffed the bill into John's pocket. "You got a break coming. Take the money, go back and prove it to yourself. If she's not there, you're fifty dollars richer. If she is, you know what she looks like. You're gonna get the fuck of your life."
John nodded his head. "You ain't getting this money back, Allen. I ain't shittin'!"
"Neither am I. The broad wants you. She's sorry she teased and she wants to make it up."
"No more stories, John. I'll take the fifty. If you think a joke is worth that much, hell. I can use the money."
Allen heaved a sigh. "Great. Let me know how you make out. By the way... her name's Helen."
John grinned, stuffed the bill in his jeans and went up the produce aisle. He headed for the rear of the store, his heart pounding. He wanted to believe. A shot at that luscious bitch would be great.
He pushed the swinging red doors that led to the storage area of the market, weaved through the aisles of crates and stopped. His eyes stared at the door to the small storeroom. His groin tight, a tremor shot through his cock. "Here goes." He took a deep breath and turned the knob.
Helen stopped in her tracks. Brown misty eyes turned to the knob. She swallowed, discovered she was trembling. The door opened.
"Holy shit," John mumbled, his eyes square on Helen's bare plump mountains of sweet tittie meat. "Holy shit!"
Helen gave the young man a wide sultry look. "Hi, John. I didn't think you were coming."
John couldn't tear his eyes away from her creamy tits. He was frozen, half in, half out of the room.
"Come in and close the door, John. We don't want to be interrupted." She flashed her tongue over her mouth, moistening her lips.
John nodded and closed the door. He let out his breath in a low whistle. "Allen wasn't shittin'," he mumbled.
"What did you say?" Helen purred. She reached for his hand.
"Nothing." He groaned. She had placed his hand on her tit. Kneading the hot sizzling flesh of her tit, he stared into her face, his eyes glassy, stunned. His cock ached.
"Use both hands," Helen sighed. "Ooooo... yes... like that!" She pressed into his palms. "Ummmmm!"
John's prick throbbed in his pants. He felt the heat of her nipples against his palm. "I thought Allen was lying," he moaned.
"I treated you poorly out there in the store, teasing you like that." The words rushed from her mouth with each light breath. "I have to make it up to you."
"You already have," he groaned.
"Not yet, I haven't," she giggled. She touched his crotch, found the bulge and squeezed. "Not until I give you all the things I tempted you with before."
John's nuts churned and he felt as if they were going to burst. "Did you really suck Allen?"
"I sure did," she sighed, licking her lips. She pulled on his zipper. "Now I want to find out if you're built like a banana or a cucumber."
John's hips jerked as she fumbled inside his pants. "Unnn, Christ," he groaned as her fingers wrapped around his twisted cockshaft.
"Let's bring it out for some air," she giggled. Deft turns and she hauled the young man's cock out. "Ewwww." She stroked it. "A banana... and a fat cucumber too!" Brown eyes glowed with pleasure.
John's face reddened. Her fingers were hot, tight, urgent. "Unnnn, Helen," he moaned.
Helen staggered out of his grasp. Tits heaving, she leered hungrily at the boy. "You ready to use that gorgeous weapon?"
A silent nod. His mouth gaped, his eyes stared. She was taking off her purple shorts.
Swaying, her tits moving easily, Helen had hooked her fingers into her tight shorts. Halfway down she stopped. "I'm all wet and creamy for your cock, John."
Her knees wriggled. The shorts dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them, then went back to the entranced young man. "Feel me."
Legs parted, Helen trembled. She held his cock in her grasping hand. Tits rose and fell like twin globes of cream each time she took a jagged breath. "Finger me first, John. Make me crazy for your cock."
John brought a hand to her hip, skimmed over the smooth flesh and dipped his greedy fingers between her parted thighs. "Unnn," he groaned. Hot creamy pussy juice greeted him as his fingers skirted the puffy lips of her turned-on pussy.
"Oooo, John. Inside. Finger me!" She humped her hips, the frantic moves making her tits bounce. "Oooo, inside me, John!"
Helen overwhelmed him. He plunged three fingers into her cunt and jabbed at the cushiony walls that constantly seeped warm cream and greased the heated channel of her pussyhole. "Christ," he moaned. "God... damn!"
"Mmmmm!" Helen was jerking wildly, grinding her hips in a tight circle. "Oooo, John." She stroked his saber-shaped cock and squeezed it, massaged it. "Oooo, I'm creaming!"
John couldn't keep his own hips from jerking. He jabbed his cock through her fist and plowed his fingers into her cunt. Pussy muscles, sizzling and juicy, clung to his fingers and beat erotically. He twisted and gouged out her cunt.
He moaned, his back bent. He opened his mouth and feasted on one large tit with deep sloppy sucks and frantic chews. He was reeling. Ten minutes ago he had been stacking lettuce, now here he was, finger-fucking some horny housewife in the rear of the store. God! He could hardly believe it.
"Ohhh, John! John!" She dropped his cock and leaned against the wall. Legs spread wide, mouth open, wispy gasps coming from her throat, she combed her fingers through John's hair as he chomped hungrily on her tit and violently fingered her pussy.
"Un! Un! Un!" she grunted each time he stabbed blunt fingers into the spongy walls of her pussy. "Ohhh, I love it! Nnnnn!"
John dined on one tit voraciously. He sucked on the nipple, then destroyed it with his teeth. His fingers were like jabbing pistons, devastating the spongy hole he would soon fuck. His prick swung between his legs-a curved steel beam.
Helen humped, her ass thumping against the wall. Her tits shook. "John! John! Oooo, I'm creaming."
John knew it. Hot cum gushed over his fingers, flowed down his wrist. He jabbed faster, chewed harder, her whimpering sobs of pleasure urging him on.
Hot orgasms bombarded her pussy. Sucking Allen had honed her. John's fingers did the rest. "Ooooo!"
Her knees buckled. "John. Stop! Stop!" She pushed him away from her tit, gasped, then twisted away from his fingers. "Jesus!"
She turned and leaned against the wall, her tits crushed into the cold plaster. "Oooo, Christ am I ready for your cock. Stick me, John!"
She gave him a show, hips rocking, ass lewdly displayed. Out of her skull, she still knew what pleased men. Until Neil had become so wrapped up in his job and boss, she had used her natural talents to please him.
John leered. His cock jutted out, the head swollen, the shaft thick, curved. His nuts, still in his pants were swollen and ached painfully. He came up behind her and mauled her ass cheeks. His hand dipped between her legs and his fingers jammed into her cunt again.
Helen went crazy. Writhing, she clawed the painted wall. Legs spread, arms outstretched, face flat against it, she twisted in bliss. "Ohhh, John. Not your fingers. Use your beautiful cock."
Helen thrashed against the wall. She twisted free again and staggered to the crates. Turning, brown eyes on fire, she glared at his cock. "Fuck me, John!"
Delirious, she lay on a sturdy crate, spread her legs and exposed her mushy gash. "Right in there, fucker. Feed me your produce."
Hypnotized, his long, bent cock swinging, John came between her outstretched legs. He pulled at his belt and dropped his pants. Once his nuts were free, his cock bobbed up and down.
He gripped the thick meaty base of his prick. A lump clogged his throat. She was exquisite-large tits floundering, face flushed, contorting in bliss, pussy ready for fucking.
"Stick it in me, John. Fill my cunt!" She rolled her hips lewdly, lifted her head. "Hurry fucker, before I explode all over the fucking room!"
John dragged the head of his bloated cock up through the steamy wet gash of her pussy. Hot buttery pussy-cream coated the purplish head of his cock. The boiling cream scorched his prickhead as if it were lava.
Helen arched her back. "John!" She twisted her hips. "Fuck me!"
John dragged the head of his cock through her pussy again. "Christ!" The head of his dick banged into Helen's bloated clit. He jabbed, burying the head between the puffy folds of her steamy pussy.
Helen went insane. She thrashed on the crates, her cunt muscles massaging his cockhead, gulping at it, wanting it all, not just a sample. "All the way, you teasing prick. All the way!"
John grinned. "Maybe I'll tease you the way you teased me." He jabbed, split her pussylips, his cock going deep. Quickly, he jerked out, felt the pressure of her cunt muscles try to hold him. "You like that?"
"Don't stop," she moaned, unable to control her passion. She was at his mercy, squirming and writhing on the crates, needing his cock. "Don't stop, you bastard."
John was enjoying himself. He lunged forward, the head of his cock gouging the spongy walls of her cunt. The unnatural bend in his shaft added to her torment. He held it deep, reveled in her whimpering, her twisting body, and her begging.
Helen, her pussy stuffed to the hilt, moaned in bliss. Hips rotated, tits flopped. "Oooo! Pump! Pump!"
John watched, controlling his lust.
"Oooh, you mean prick." She needed the friction, needed it to retain her sanity. "Pump, John," she begged. "Please."
John tortured her with a quick stab, sending her into whimpering sobs. "My balls ached when you left me back there. I almost came after you."
"I'm sorry," she moaned, twisting and churning in agonizing pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"When I'm ready," John groaned. He eased back, lugging his cum-swelled hard-on from her tight pulsating pussy. "Jesus, your cunt's like a vise."
Helen gasped. She lifted her legs, grabbed them at the knees, and pulled them to her chest. "Stab me, John. Make me cum. I'm so hot." She wriggled, dropped her knees and circled his back with her legs.
John, hanging onto control by a thread, jammed his cock all the way into her writhing body. His hands mauled all the flesh he could touch: thighs, hips, belly, tits. He turned her sizzling flesh to a glowing pink. As he kneaded her flesh, her pussy tortured his cock.
"Oooo, John. I love it. It feels so fantastic in me. Like a damn sword stabbing me." She twisted her hips, the head of his cock jabbing her. "Ooo! Ooo! Pump me! Christ!"
She tightened her grip around his waist and lashed her body at him. "John. Please!"
John had reached the limit of his control. Hot cunt juice, pulsing pussy muscles, her lust coated words eroded his will power. "You got it, Helen!"
"Yesssss!" she squealed as John lunged in and out of her body. "Faster! Faster!" John's strokes were powerful, long, and deliberate. He hacked at her cunt with practiced stabs, utilizing the entire length of his fat saber-shaped cock. In to the hilt then out to the tip-slow and demanding.
Helen went insane. She absorbed his hacking thrusts, shook as he withdrew, then squealed as he plunged his prick back into her pool of oozing pussy-cream. Over and over, she enjoyed, suffered, waited, then enjoyed again.
John's nuts swelled up like balloons. His churning cum bubbled, ready to erupt. He held her hips and picked up speed, much to Helen's whimpering delight.
"Yes! Yes!" Helen squealed, grateful the teasing was over. "Ewwww! John!" She raked her own turned-on body wit her fingers, pulling, clawing her tits and nipples.
John's face became a mask of lust. His eyes turned glassy, stared at the luscious woman he was turning into an animal. Hard jabs, grunts, and skewering cockmeat kept his balls churning and his cock swelling until it was ready to burst at the seams.
"Un! Un! Un!" Helen moaned, each time John slammed forward and ripped his cock through her syrupy pussyhole. "More John.
Take me over. Over, John!"
Brown eyes widened, she began to quiver and shake, her mouth opened wide. Her tits floundered excitedly under his hypnotic gaze. "Harder! Harder!" She was hysterical, afraid of being left screaming at the peak.
John's speed became a blur. He had no intention of leaving the beautiful housewife behind. He was taking her over first, wanting to see her cum before emptying his own balls.
"You got it," he growled through clenched teeth. "Anytime... you want." His cock became a pile-driver, chopping away at her body, taking her over the top.
"I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" Helen screamed. "Ooooo, John! Yesssss!"
An orgasm tore a path through her pussy. It spread through her body like a raging inferno. Ankles locked around his slamming body, she rotated her hips maniacally. Cunt-cream bathed his drilling prick. More orgasms followed, contorting her face and twisting her naked body.
John's balls erupted. Hot thick cum shot through his prick like a geyser. Thick globs sprayed the pulsing gash of her cunt.
"Feel it, I'm cuming too! Feel it!" He jabbed recklessly, pounded her body, squirted his cum into her cunt hole.
"I do! I do!" She wallowed in each squirt. Cunt muscles milked his piercing cock, squeezed his shaft, extracted every ounce of pleasure she could from his gouging banana shaped cock.
Brown eyes floated toward the ceiling. It was spinning. "More! More!" she shouted greedily. "Fuck me! Oooo... fuck me!"
John's legs were weakening. Each pounding thrust seemed to drain him. Hot squirts of thick cum-globs flooded her cunt, squished with each jab. It oozed from her cunt hole, dribbled over his slapping balls, down the cheeks of her jiggling ass.
He leaned forward and stared into her face. Twisting thrusts made the most of his curved shaft. The head of his prick tore into the spongy folds of her cunt. He fed on the passion that filled her face.
Helen's back bowed, her neck strained. Brown hair lashed over her face as she snapped her head from side to side. She caught his leering face above hers. It was fuzzy, out of focus. A lewd, dreamy smile appeared. "Ooooo! Ohhhh!"
She shuddered, collapsed. Her legs released him and her body went slack. "Enough. Enough," she gasped. "Ummmmm!"
John whacked her limp inert body one last time. The final wad of cum drooled from his pisser. Panting hard, he drew back, sliding his cum-greased cock from her pussy. He moaned, staggering back, almost tripping on his pants. He leaned against the wall. His prick, coated in juicy cum, hung down his thigh, a melted saber. His balls ached, drained, hanging like small weights in his nut sac.
Helen pulled herself up. Tits heaved. Her face was flushed. Her thighs ached. She gave the young man a worn-out smile. "I'm beat."
John grinned. "So am I. I hate to think about going back out there to work." He pulled up his pants and zipped his fly.
"I'll stop by and say good-bye before I go to the checkout counter." She picked up her clothes, gave him a warm kiss. "I'm really sorry I teased you before."
"I'm sorry I teased you, too."
"I'm not," she giggled. "Your cock is fantastic." She kissed him again. "You better get back to work."
Thirty minutes later, her cart filled with the things she needed for tonight's dinner, Helen left the market, sated and feeling a little bit better about the night ahead. If pleasing Neil's boss gave her this much pleasure, she didn't plan on stopping.
She stacked the trunk of the car with the groceries. A twinge of doubt swept over her. She shook it off, climbed in the car.
Sitting stiffly behind the wheel, she thought of Russell, Neil's rotten boss. It had all started with him. Her knuckles turned white. He had brought her passion to the surface, passion she had never shown to anyone but Neil. It was all Russell's fault, she brooded. If it hadn't been for him, everything would be fine-or would it?
"No," she said aloud. "Neil deserves what he gets-an unfaithful wife." She backed recklessly out of the parking lot and headed home. It was Neil's fault, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
Still in a daze from what she had done at the market, Helen finished putting away the groceries. A glance at the clock told her there was plenty of time. It was just a few minutes after eleven.
She hurried upstairs, stripped off her clothes, and padded barefoot into the bathroom. It had been an exciting morning, a morning she still had trouble believing. Two men, strangers. It boggled her mind!
She tested the water. "Mmmm." Carefully, she stepped into the tub and closed the shower curtain. Warm water greeted her, pelted her body in a fine relaxing spray.
She tilted her face to the spray. The warm water beat against her. Her hands caressed her tits, kneading, squeezing, reliving the morning with Allen and the young man, John.
"Ohhh, Neil... did I please them." She giggled. "They don't think I have a zero personality." She laughed again.
She soaped her entire body in a white sudsy lather, cleaned the oozing cum from her pussy, then let the warm water rinse her. She sighed, relaxing completely for the first time in a week. "I guess cheating is good for me."
For no apparent reason, the water went off. She tried both knobs. Nothing. "Damn."
She stepped out of the shower, water sparkling on her lush naked body. She tried the sink. Nothing. Wrapping a big fluffy towel around herself, she left the bathroom.
A trail of wet footprints followed in her wake as she went downstairs. In the kitchen, she tried the taps at the sink. "Shit!"
She turned. Without the water, dinner would be a flop. The good china needed to be cleaned. The toilets didn't work. "Christ!" Even though she hated Russell, she had promised Neil a good dinner for the bastard and his wife. She had enjoyed the first part of her early morning threat, the least she could do was go through with the rest-but how?
She went to the phone. Four tries and four answering services. It wasn't going to be easy. The fifth and sixth try got her nothing but excuses about it being Saturday and how busy they were.
Exasperated, she scanned the yellow pages again. Her eyes lit up. Fred Hansel. She had used his services before. Reasonable. Efficient. She smiled, good-looking too.
She dialed the number. He was probably busy too. An incentive was needed. The plumbing business was booming. Something other than money had to be offered. Bait. She knew exactly what would do the trick.
"Hello?" It was a man's voice.
"Hello," she purred, mentally crossing her fingers. "This is Helen Belmont. You did some work for me a few months ago." Each word was a light feathery sigh, coated with a thin glistening veneer of sex.
"I remember," Fred said, a visual image of the luscious brunette coming into his head. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm in terrible trouble," she purred. "The water doesn't work. Can you come over and help me?"
"I'd really like to," he said, "but, God... I'm up to my neck in work and it's Saturday."
"Oooo, please," she sighed. "I need your help."
"I'd like to," he said. "Really."
"I'm standing here with nothing on but a towel," she cooed, turning the thin coated veneer of sex into a promise. "Nothing. I'm all wet, and I can't finish my shower. I'd be so grateful."
Fred thought for a moment.
Helen didn't ease the pressure. "I'd be willing to pay any price," she suggested hotly. "Oooooops. My towel fell." She giggled. "I hope the neighbors can't see. I'm as naked as the day I was born."
"With a lot of improvements, too, I'll bet."
"I've been told that," she purred. "Ohhhh, please help me. I need you."
"Don't move." Fred's cock was aching in his pants. He figured it was a come-on, but what the hell. If his memory served him right, she was a great-looking lady. "Don't move," he repeated. "I'll be right over."
Helen giggled. "Shouldn't I pick up the towel and at least cover myself?"
Fred groaned. "I'll be right there." He hung up and rushed out of the house.
A smug satisfied grin graced her face. Fred was coming over. She dropped the phone back in its cradle and picked up her towel. "I'll give you a bonus," she giggled, heading back upstairs. "A nice wet, juicy-hot bonus."
She fluffed her hair, sprayed perfume between her creamy tits, on the silky flesh of her inner thighs, and on her slender neck. Tits bouncing freely, she padded to the closet.
She slipped a light summer dress over her head then eased the dress off her shoulders. "The peasant look." She giggled, spun around. The dress billowed, her long legs exposed for a moment.
She applied a bright red slash of lipstick on her mouth. "I'm ready." She kept her feet bare. The powder-blue checkered dress made her feel like she was fifteen again.
Fred hit the brake, coasted, then stopped in front of the Belmonts' two story house on Maple. He chuckled. He had been in such a damn hurry to leave, he had forgotten to ask the address. He was thankful it had been in his files.
He hopped out of the truck, wondering how much of what her voice had promised would come true. It didn't matter. He'd pad the bill.
He stopped in his tracks. A city water department truck was across the street, a few houses down, close to the corner. He shook his head. "Damn."
He grabbed his tools and walked over to where the truck was parked. "You guys shut the water off?"
"Yeah. The whole block," a worker said, half of him sticking out of a manhole.
"How long before you put it back on?"
"About twenty minutes."
Fred waved. "Thanks." He went across the street and up onto the Belmonts' porch. "Why not?" he chuckled. "Hell, I won't even charge her." He knocked, and his groin tightened.
Helen rushed to the door, caught her breath and opened it. "Hi." She gave him her warmest, sexiest smile. "You came right over."
She was pleased. Her memory had served her well. He was extremely good-looking.
"C'mon in, Fred."
Fred grinned and brushed by her. The cushiony softness of her tit felt good against his arm. His memory had been faulty. She was even more beautiful than he had remembered.
His eyes flowed over her figure. Brown hair, swept up into a pile of curls. Long slender neck, bare shoulders, a delicious hint of sexy cleavage, where she had inched down the top of her dress.
"I thought you were wearing a towel." A wide, disarming grin spread over his face.
"I hope you're not disappointed." She batted her long lashes and flicked her tongue over her ripe mouth.
"A little."
"Maybe I can make it up to you." She winked and took his arm. "You want to check the bathroom first? I was there when it happened."
An image of her naked in the shower sent a bolt of passion through his stiffening cock. "Lead the way."
Slowly, her ass swinging under the light summer dress, Helen mounted the stairs. She felt his eyes on her legs and a hot shiver trickled down her spine. "I can't imagine what happened," she said, going down the hall.
"Probably nothing." He grinned. "I'll have it fixed in no time."
"I'll be so grateful," she sighed, and took his hand, looking into his face. Her brown eyes were filled with promise.
"I'm counting on it."
She stood in the doorway. A hot bold stare on her face. Cheeks tinted pink. Brown eyes glittered. She waited for him to brush by her.
Fred knew what she wanted. He brushed her tits on his way in. Setting his tools on the floor, he peered into the shower and tried both knobs. The scent of her perfume was strong. He sensed her lush body behind him. "You're right. No water."
Helen was close, leaning over. She rubbed into him, reached, making sure her tits pressed into his shoulder. "Let me try." She fiddled with the knob. "I hope you can fix it."
"I'm sure I can," he said confidently. He straightened up and leered into her beautiful face. "I sure would have liked to have seen you in that towel."
"Ooo, Fred. You're making me blush. Don't you like me in this dress?" She stepped back into the master bedroom and twirled around. The dress billowed.
Fred's throat became clogged with his heart. Her long, sexy legs, and, for a brief second, he was sure he had seen her ass!
Helen saw the lust in his eyes. She walked toward the french doors that opened out onto the small sun porch. Light streamed in, silhouetting her legs and crotch under the lightweight cotton dress. She spun around again, faced him, and saw his passion.
"Can you see through my dress?" she asked innocently.
"Not as much as I'd like to." He took a step toward her.
"Maybe after you fix the water." The promise was there.
"How about a preview?" His grin sent shivers up her back.
"Okay." With the light streaming in behind her, Helen eased her dress up, baring creamy thighs for Fred's pleasure.
"Don't stop," he groaned, noticing her hesitation midway up her thighs.
"I have to stop somewhere, Fred. I'm not wearing any panties." She pulled the dress higher, stopping at her crotch. "No more until I have water."
With his prick throbbing in his pants, he nodded. His eyes drank in the long curves of her legs, his mind anticipating her naked. He glanced at his watch. "I'll be back in five minutes."
"I'll be waiting," she promised. She opened the french doors and stepped out onto the sun porch. He heart was racing.
Fred took one last look, then went into the bathroom.
Helen stared out through the trees. The sun was warm. Her heart pounded. "I have to do this, Neil," she giggled aloud. "If I don't, the dinner you want for your boss will be ruined." She waited, the walls of her pussy already seeping, greasing the spongy gash for easy entry.
Fred stood in the bathroom, smoked a cigarette, and glanced at his watch. He couldn't help but grin.
Three deep drags on his cigarette and another glance at his watch. He rattled his tools, making it appear as if he were working. He tossed the cigarette in the toilet. It hissed, then died.
Already, he was happy he had come over. If she was stringing him along, she was doing a fantastic job of it. He rattled his tools again, wondering if she would stop the game once the water went back on.
"I'll know in a minute," he mumbled, looking at his watch. His cock twitched. She had fabulous legs.
He tried the shower again-water. "Well, it's time I found out." He rumbled his tools again and shut off the water.
Fred came out of the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks. She was on the sun porch, her back to him. A light breeze had captured her dress, flicking it. Sunlight streamed through it. A knot grew into a boulder inside his groin. "Whatta doll."
He strode around the bed, glanced at it, and hoped he would soon be in it. Stopping at the doorway, he took one long hungry look. "It's fixed," he said.
Helen spun around. "Oooo! You startled me. It's fixed?" She was bubbling.
"Perfect. You got your water."
"Oh, Fred." She ran into his arms, crushing her lush body into his. "Oooo, thank you."
Fred held her, felt each curve. His prick ached. "How about a kiss?"
"As a reward, or for payment?" she purred, still in his arms, her face tilted up to his.
"Let's see how good the kiss is first." Fred brought his mouth to her eager lips. His tongue plunged deep, explored. Hands roamed her body, kneading the soft flesh of her ass through the light summer dress.
Helen writhed in his arms, feasted on his tongue with deep sucks and frantic chews. She worked on his wriggling tongue as if it were a cock. His hips rolled and the pressure of his bulging cock against her belly made her pussy contract in greedy anticipation.
She pulled her mouth off his. Cheeks flushed pink, eyes bright, shining. "How was it?" She licked her lips. Her nipples pressed against the soft material of her dress.
"Great, but I'm a very expensive plumber." His big hands still cupped the cheeks of her soft ass.
"I was hoping you'd say that." She winked, wriggled her hips and watched the passion flood his face.
As she leaned against the porch railing, Fred skimmed his hands over her hips and up to the twin peaks filling the top of her dress. Thick blunt fingers spanned the twin globes and squeezed. "Baby! Let's get inside."
"No," she crooned, her upper body squirming. She enjoyed him pawing her tits. "Not yet. I like it out here. It's more exciting."
"Whatever you say, honey." He licked his lips. His glazed eyes watched his own hands mauling her tits through the dress. "I'm not shy."
"Mmmmmmmm, I'm glad." She swooned, soft murmurs coming from her throat as she basked in the warmth of the sun and his massaging fingers. "Ooooo, take out my tits, Fred."
With his horny gaze on her smooth, creamy shoulders, Fred eased down the top of her dress. Creamy mounds of tittie flesh appeared. He stopped, leered, savoring the gorgeous flesh. Her nipples were still covered. He teased himself, anticipating them a moment longer.
It was more than Helen could stand. She panted in hot, shallow gasps and her brown dilated eyes stared into Fred's intent face. She swayed, brought her hands up, grabbed his, and pulled. His fingers, with her frantic help, yanked her dress down to her waist.
"Ooooo! Fred! Look at me! Oooooo!" She cupped her tits, squeezed, and jiggled them lewdly.
Fred was looking. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her fabulous tits, the large, swollen globes of plump creamy meat. Round puffy nipples capped each pulpy tit, the pointed tips aimed at his face. He groaned, his prick throbbing hard in his pants.
"Ummm, the sun feels good on me," she purred. "It makes my tits feel warm. Hold them, Fred. Squeeze."
Fred brought his hands back to the silky heat of her pulpy tits. Thick fingers manipulated each large globe of delicious flesh. His eyes went from her beautiful face to her tits. Hands turned the creamy flesh pink to match the blush on her cheeks.
Helen wallowed in the semi-public sex. Squirming against his marvelous hands, she pushed her dress down over her hips. It slid down her legs and lay in a pool at her ankles.
"Oooo, Fred," she gasped. "I'm naked. Ohhhhh!" She pushed his hands down, wanting her pussy fondled. "Touch my cunt. Ohhh, Fred. Finger me!"
Fred's hands pawed her rotating hips and soft belly. One hand dipped between her legs. Hot oozing cum flowed over his finger. "Baby! Christ!"
"I'm soaked, huh?" She parted her legs, shivered as a light breeze caressed her flesh, reminding her she was outside.
Helen rested her hands back on the railing, posing. Legs spread, tits rising and falling with each deep sensuous breath, she reveled in Fred's hands. Her face was tilted toward the sun, eyes closed. "Mmmm, I love it! Ohhh, God!"
Fred's fingers plunged into the steamy cauldron of Helen's pussy. Warm, creamy juice coated his exploring fingers. His free hand circled around her quivering body, dipped between the cheeks of her ass and joined with his other hand. He stretched her pussy, gouged the tight, oozing hole with fingers from both hands.
Helen went insane. Almost collapsing under the barrage of jabbing thrusts, she leaned against him, hips humping, ass rotating. She feasted on his neck, chewing, biting.
"Ooo! Oooo!" She scratched her fingers through his hair. "I'm creaming, Fred. God!"
Writhing hips, whimpering cries, and a steady flow of cunt juice bombarded Fred's senses. His head was reeling. He had to get her inside. His prick was really to burst!
Helen's hips revolved in a tight frantic circle. She crushed her tits into him, raked his back, his shirt saving him from claw marks. "No... more... Fred."
"Inside," he groaned. "On the bed." He was shaking, drooling over her naked body glistening in the rays of the warm sun. "Inside, baby! I'm going crazy."
Helen was drunk with passion. "After I see your cock." She gave him an impish smile. "Then you can fuck me."
Fred's eyes scanned the area. "Christ, inside before someone sees us." He reached for her arm.
Helen laughed and danced away. Her tits bounced but she didn't care. There was no reason to care. Neil didn't. He only cared about keeping his boss happy. She fought back the ugly feelings and concentrated on Fred.
"I'll do it, chicken." She dropped to her knees, crawled to Fred and pulled on his zipper. "After I give it a suck, we'll go inside and you can fuck me." She looked up into his face. "Okay?"
He nodded. With her on her knees, she was hidden by the railing. If anyone was looking, they would only see him. "Take it out and kiss it."
Helen did. She lugged out his swollen prick. Soft, wispy sighs, like a child opening a present, escaped her mouth. Lust, revenge, anger, hurt and shame all worked on her mind, distorting her reason.
"Mmmmm, you have a gorgeous cock." She stroked it and saw a pearl drop of cum oozing from his pisser. A flick of her tongue and it was gone. "Mmmm. You taste good, good enough to eat."
Fred groaned and grabbed her hair. Holding her steady, he slammed hard, driving his cock into her face. The head of his prick stretched her throat.
Helen gagged, her throat stuffed with cock, her mashed lips fused to his pants. She choked, twisted her head, but couldn't get free.
She used her teeth. Gurgling, she sunk her teeth into the meaty thickness of his cockshaft. He released her and she dragged her mouth off his cock.
"Sorry, baby!" he groaned. "You have me crazy."
Helen giggled. "You almost choked me to death." She held his prick and massaged her spit into the shaft. "Now I'm ready to pay for the work you've done." She winked, pulled herself to her feet.
Fred wasn't taking any chances. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the house. "On the bed, baby!"
Intoxicated with passion, her senses drugged, Helen threw herself on the bed. She spread her legs and writhed lewdly, her eyes watching as Fred undressed.
"Hurry, Fred." She humped her ass off the bed, wiggling it. "Come on, Fred. I'm going out of my mind!"
Fred was going as fast as he could. He tore off his shirt and pants, his eyes never leaving Helen's luscious body as it twisted erotically on the bed. His cock throbbed. Tight muscles knotted his groin.
Finally stripped, he fell to the bed and corralled her into his arms. "You're soft, baby," he moaned. Caressing hands roamed her willing body. "Soft and sexy."
"Hot and wet, too," she purred as she scratched his skin with her nails. Hips jerked, her legs clamped around his thick, hairy thigh. Cuntlips, wet and puffy, glided along his skin, soaking it in sticky cunt juice.
"I feel it," he groaned. He wanted it on his cock, not his leg.
"So do I," she sighed, reaching between them and grabbing his cock. "I want to feel this inside me." She squeezed, and he groaned.
Fred rolled her to her back. Stiff cockmeat clogged the entrance of her pussy. "You ready, baby?"
"I'm always ready," she gasped. The head of his prick inside her pussy was heaven. "Ram it hard, Fred."
Fred listened. One hard jerk of his hips skewered the brunette's pussy with rock-hard cockmeat. Tight pussy muscles, spongy and wet, clamped to his buried shaft. He twisted inside her cunt, groaning as warm pussy juice bathed his shaft.
"Oh, Fred!" Her back bowed, her neck strained back. "Oooo, God!" Hips rolled as she wallowed in the joy of his thick throbbing cock.
She brought her hands up and caressed his cheeks, his chin, his lips. "Ewwwww, pump it, Fred. Nice and slow."
Fred's eyes glowed with the fire her pussy was igniting in his balls. His lips drew back and he opened his mouth, gobbling at her fingers. He chewed, his eyes fixed on her flushed face. Slow strokes bathed his cock in heated juice.
"Unnnn," he groaned, twisting his head. Her fingers popped from his mouth. "Your pussy is exquisite."
"So's your cock," she gasped, rocking her hips from side to side. "I feel it all the way up in my belly." She scratched his thick arms, his hairy chest. "Faster, Fred. Make me cum!"
"Soon, baby," he groaned, his lips drawn back over his teeth. He fought the fire in his balls. "As soon as I get paid in full."
Tits flopped as she twisted. She giggled. "Here's a down payment." She went wild. Her hips thrashed, her pussy muscles pulsing erratically.
She wrapped her arms around him, lifted herself, crushed her tits into his chest. Her mouth, wet and urgent, bombarded his neck and face with kisses. The entire time her hips kept churning, her pussy massaging his skewering cock.
She fell back, panting and squirming in bliss. She threw herself into his groin, meeting his jabs. "How's that for a payment?"
Fred felt as if he had been attacked by three women. Hot sensations spread over his powerful frame. His nuts swelled and his prick thickened inside her vat of buttery pussy juice. He jabbed hard, making the luscious housewife squeal.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She absorbed each jab, rocking her hips. "More! More!"
Fred obliged. His hips lunged forward and hard thick cockmeat filled her pussy and spread the walls of her oozing cunt to accommodate his thickening cock. Balls, sticky with gooey cuntjuice, swung back and forth, ready to explode.
Helen loved the new exciting pace. She fed on it. Hot flashes swept through her body. Twisting jerks matched his lunges.
"Oh, Fred. I feel it. I'm going to... ooo! Faster! Faster!" She hovered at the peak, waited. "Make... me... cum!"
Fred slammed into her supple body, his own balls ready. He watched her writhe beneath him. Magnificent! "Baby! Baby! Unnn!" He drove her back into the bed while she squealed like a stuck pig. "Yes, Fred. It's... happening!" Brown eyes bulged. "I'm cuming! Cuming, Fred!"
Helen went berserk. Wild mindless lunges smashed her clit into his pounding groin. Her screams filled the air, echoing in Fred's head. Hot cum gushed from her cushiony pussy walls, drenching and greasing Fred's piercing cock.
"I'm creaming... creaming," she shrieked over and over again. "Unnnn!" Her groin met his. "Unnnn!" She twisted her hips. Her swollen clit became mangled. "Aghhllll!"
Fred weathered Helen's stormy orgasm. He enjoyed it and was amazed at her unleashed passion. He slammed harder, faster, keeping her in the throes of her climax.
"Cum! Cum!" she screamed. She was alone and she needed him with her to enjoy her orgasm to the fullest. "Cum, Fred. Fill my pussy!"
Fred's cock exploded as if on cue. His nuts churned out a river of thick white cum. It gushed from his throbbing cock and sprayed the pulsing depths of her scalding cunt.
"I'm cuming," he roared. "Cuming! Cuming!" Hips lunged with each groaning chant. "Cum... ing!"
"I feel it! Ooooo!" She thrashed, her own milky cum mixing with his squirting load.
"Oooo! Ohhhh!"
Her back arched and her head snapped from side to side. Spittle dribbled from her trembling lips. "Harder! Harder!" She used her legs and curled them around his back. Her heels jabbed into him, urging him on. "Gimme! Gimme!"
Fred did. Again and again. Hard spearing jabs. His nuts slapped against the cheeks of her jiggling ass. His pisser spit out thick wads of sticky cum. His shaft took the pulsing beat of her exploding cunt.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed, welcoming each powerful blow, each piercing stab. "Ooooooh... yesssss!" She humped, legs tight around his hips. Her tits flopped and she beat her fists into the mattress. Fred's passion fed on Helen's. Hard slamming jabs. Twisting hips gouged the head of his cock into the spongy ooze of her cunt. Streams of spurting cum splashed into the pulsing gash of her pussy. It gushed from her cunt each time he jammed his cock in to the hilt.
Cream oozed down his balls, the cheeks of her ass, and formed a sticky pool on the sheet. Clashing bodies, wet with sweat, slapped recklessly into each other. Groans blended with squeals, then blended with the protests of the shaking bed as they battled on. Each carried the other higher. Each drained the other, seeking their own pleasure.
Helen stiffened, then collapsed. Twitching beneath him, she held his arms, the room spinning as she skittered down from the peak of her orgasm.
One last mighty jab and Fred was spent, too. His arms weakened, then gave out. He crushed her, rolled off, panting for air. His prick lay lifeless on his groin, sticky and limp.
"I hope that pays the bill in full," she sighed after catching her breath.
Fred moaned and pulled his tired body up from the bed. A grin spread over his face. "I'd give you change if I had the strength."
Helen giggled and watched him dress. "If I ever have any trouble with the plumbing can I count on you?"
"Day or night." He leaned over and kissed her mouth.
"I'll remember that," she cooed. She watched him leave, then staggered to her feet. The day wasn't over. Dinner still had to be prepared. She went to the bathroom, giggling.
'Another shower. At least I'll be clean tonight."
Helen was slipping off the deep end and she didn't care.
CHAPTER FIVE
Helen, a long terry robe wrapped around her naked body, rummaged through the kitchen cabinets. "Damn," she muttered. "Thyme. Where the hell is the thyme?" She moved everything but couldn't find it.
"Marge." Her face brightened. "She'll have it." With the dishwasher running, she went out the back door.
She glanced up, saw the sun porch, and thought of Fred. "Mmmm, whatta a plumber." She giggled and crossed her backyard to Marge's. She knocked on the screen door and waited.
"Hi, sexy," Roger said, staring at Helen through the screen. "C'mon in." He opened the door, caught the fresh scent of her body as she passed.
"Where's Marge?"
"She took the kids into town for a movie," Roger said, eying his neighbor openly. "Maybe I can help." He winked. "I'll give you anything you want."
"What I want is some thyme."
"I got plenty of time, sexy." He gave her a lewd smile.
Helen giggled. "Not that kind of time. The thyme I want is a seasoning."
"Whatever you want seasoned, I'll be glad to do it."
"You're the biggest flirt in the neighborhood, Roger! Can I check your cabinets?"
"Sure." He leaned against the table and stared at her as she checked. "You got anything on under that robe?"
Helen found the thyme. "I got it," she said, ignoring Roger's remark.
"Not yet you haven't." He grinned boyishly. "You didn't answer my question."
Helen turned, sat at the table and crossed her legs. The robe parted and creamy flesh appeared. "If you must know," she purred, playing the same game with him that she had been playing for two years, ever since they moved next-door. "I'm not wearing a thing." She gave him a big come-hither smile.
"I'll bet you look great with it off." A twinge of passion swept through his groin. Of all the women in the neighborhood, Helen was by far the sexiest and most beautiful.
"You talk like that to every woman you know," she asked, looking up into his face, her brown eyes glowed. A secret smile tugged at her mouth. It would be fun. "I think you're all talk."
"Not with you, Helen," he said. His eyes settled on her knees. "The others, sure, it's just a game to pass the time. But not with you."
"Maybe it's time I found out." She stood and walked across the kitchen, their eyes locked.
"I'm warning you," Roger said. "With you it's not a game."
She pressed her body to his and felt the hardness of his cock against her belly. "Any of the other women ever try to find out if you're all talk?"
The softness and the fragrance of her clean body enveloped him. "A few." He winked.
"Did they back off afraid?" She rolled her hips.
"Yeah." He spanned her hips with his hands.
"I'm not going to back off," Helen purred. "I'm ready, willing, and anxious."
Roger knew the game. She was carrying it further than usual, but he was sure it was still a game. "Don't push your luck." Her rubbing body was driving him wild.
"Today, Roger, I'm pushing all the way." She brought her hands up and caressed his face. "You going to take me up on it?"
"What about Neil?" He was beginning to think maybe she was serious.
"Shit on Neil. He has his boss." She giggled, tracing a finger over Roger's mouth. "Mmmmm."
Roger gobbled her fingers, chewing them lightly, his eyes burning into hers.
"I like your mouth." She rocked her hips. "I feel your cock. It's hard as a rock." She took her fingers from his mouth.
"You're pushing," he warned, still not quite sure.
"Like I said. Today... all the way. It's my new motto."
Roger's groin turned to cement. He brought his hands up her hips, pulled her into his arms, fusing his mouth to hers.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, parting her lips and accepting his tongue. She sucked it, chewed it, ground her body into his hard, powerful frame. "Mmmmm."
Roger's hands roamed freely over Helen's supple body, his fingers kneading her soft flesh through the terry robe. Helen's gobbling mouth was like a furnace.
Helen backed off, cheeks pink, eyes glowing brightly. "You still think it's a game?" She was breathing hard. His mouth had been delicious, his desire overwhelming.
"Take off your robe and we'll see." A fist was gnarled up in his gut. For a split second, his eyes darted to the clock on the wall.
"How soon before Marge comes home?" she asked, sensing his concern.
"Hours."
She heard the relief in his voice.
Roger brought his attention back to his beautiful neighbor. "We have plenty of time-if you're willing."
"Ooooo, am I willing," she purred. Fingers untied the sash that held the long terry robe together. "You ready?"
"I've been ready since the first time I made a pass at you two years ago."
"I never took you seriously." The robe parted. A neat trimmed triangle of pussy hair became visible. Tits, except for the nipples, were blatantly displayed. The look of pleasure on his face sent shivers down her spine.
"All the way," he rasped, his gut tightening, his prick throbbing and his balls swelling. "Take it off."
Breathing short shallow gasps, Helen wriggled her shoulders. The robe slipped off, and her voluptuous tits bounced. She caught the robe in her hands and draped it over the back of a chair.
A face flooded with passion turned to Roger. "I'll bet you never thought I'd be bare ass naked in your kitchen, did you?" Spasms reached deep in her pussy, twitching the spongy muscles that lined the steamy wet hole.
Roger couldn't tear his eyes away from her gorgeous body. "I never figured you'd cheat on Neil."
"Marge would shit if she came home now," Helen giggled.
"Don't talk about Marge," he rasped, taking a step toward her.
Helen side-stepped him, walking around the kitchen table. "Remember all the joking and flirting we did?" She leaned against the counter, boldly exhibiting herself.
"I remember," he moaned, coming around after her.
Helen giggled, eluding him as she skipped out of his clutches. "This is more fun than just flirting, isn't it?"
"Not if I don't catch you," he groaned, wondering if Helen was just making their casual flirtations spicier. Christ, he hoped not.
"I'll let you have me when I'm ready." She laughed and sat down in a chair, crossing her legs. "How about a cup of coffee?" A hot stare and a flick of her tongue over her mouth stopped Roger in his tracks.
Roger grinned. "I'll play your game. How do you want it?"
"Hot," she giggled, sitting at the table as if she were dressed.
Roger brought the pot of coffee to the table and poured it slowly into a cup. "You're crazy."
Helen rubbed his crotch. "And you're hard." She squeezed and he groaned.
"Be careful. I don't want to spill this all over your tits." He backed off and set the pot on the stove. His eyes smoldered with desire for his sexy neighbor. He leaned against the counter. The touch of her hand was still with him, burning through his pants.
Helen sipped her coffee impishly, enjoying the new excitement of their flirting game. "Remember all the times we talked about doing this?"
Roger grinned. "How could I forget." He was devouring her tits with his eyes.
"I'm glad it's no longer a game," she sighed excitedly. "Let me see your cock, Roger."
Roger crossed the kitchen slowly. In the back of his mind, he still wasn't sure. They had joked and flirted with some pretty raunchy suggestions. "You can eat me for lunch."
"I'm looking forward to it." She pulled down his zipper and her fingers groped, found, then hauled out Roger's fat, meaty cock. It jabbed out from his pants, a menacing cock that throbbed in her hand. "Whewww! You're a giant!"
"Marge tells me the same thing." He jerked his hips, stabbing his blue-veined prick through her tightening fingers.
Helen took her cup of coffee and brought the head of Roger's cock to it. She dipped it, the hot coffee made Roger's cock twitch. "Is it too hot?"
"Unnn," Roger groaned, the heat of the coffee inflaming his chunky cock. "Just right. Your mouth is probably a lot hotter."
"We'll see," she giggled, then set the cup down. Roger's cock angled up. She opened her mouth covered the head of his prick and sucked. "Mmmmmm!"
Roger groaned and curled his fingers through her hair. One jab lunged his cock into her throat.
Helen choked and pulled away her mouth. "You taste like a coffee popsicle." She shifted the thin skin of his cockshaft, squeezed, and watched his piss-slot open.
"Your mouth is hotter than the coffee." He caressed her lips. "Suck it again, Helen."
She rubbed his cock over her tits, crushing it between the twin, fleshy globes, the bloated head peeking out. "Mmmmm, nice."
She released his cock and gobbled it into her mouth. Deep sucks, gnawing chews and whipping lashes with her tongue had Roger's groans filling the kitchen.
"Helen," he moaned, lashing his bulb shaped cockhead into her gullet.
Helen creamed, dragged her teeth along his prickshaft. "Now me, Roger. Just like we joked about it."
His face flushed, his eyes glowing, he nodded. "Yeah."
Helen stood, wobbly at first. "God, my legs are weak." She leaned against him. His cock, wet with her spit, burned into her belly. She kissed and licked his neck, mashing her tits into his shirt. "Ohhh, Roger, do you believe it's happening?"
"No, Helen," he groaned, his hands everywhere, kneading and caressing the sizzling flesh of her hot, yielding body. "Christ." His hand cupped the cheeks of her ass and squeezed.
"Ooooo, yes, Roger!" She ground her body into his. "Ummmmm! Ooo! I love it." She wriggled from his grasp, a lewd smile on her mouth. She propped her ass against the kitchen table. "God, is this going to be fun." She raised herself on her tip-toes, squiggled her ass back on the table. "I hope it holds me."
"It will," he assured her huskily.
Ass on the table, her legs spread, Helen grabbed a jar of jelly from the other end. "You always said you'd like to have me for breakfast. Now you can." She spread a liberal amount of strawberry jam over the puffy lips of her seeping pussy. "Have a seat, I'll be ready in a sec."
Roger sat down and pulled his chair close. His eyes leered at her fingers jabbing the jam into her cunt. "I'm starved, baby. Make it quick."
Helen handed him the jar and lay carefully back on the table. Legs spread, pussy at the edge, she gazed up at the ceiling. "Breakfast is served."
Roger caressed the silky flesh of her inner thighs. The aroma of strawberry jam and pussy blended into an exotic scent. His prick throbbed violently. One finger slipped through her pussy. Cunt juice and jam coated it.
"Ahhhhh," Helen shuddered. "Ooo, eat it, Roger, don't play in your food." She wriggled her ass, tempting him with her jam-soaked pussy. "Eat me!"
Roger brought his mouth to her pussy and clamped his lips to the delicious gash and sucked. Hot buttery pussy-cream and warm sticky strawberry jam filled his mouth.
"Oooo, yesss, Roger! Ohh!" She squirmed on the table, tits flopping. She draped her legs over his shoulders, squiggled, and mashed her pussy into his face.
Roger lapped her pussy wildly. Long sweeping slaps, pussy juice coating his tongue. The pungent taste of her cunt blended with the sweet taste of the jam. Helen was delicious!
"Tongue me, Roger. Ream out my cunt!" She twisted her hips, banging the heels of her feet into his back. "Tongue-fuck me! Oooo, please!"
Roger plunged his tongue into Helen's cunt, swirling it through the soupy froth of her pulsing pussyhole. Soft pussy muscles beat a steady rhythm against his invading tongue.
Helen clawed her inflamed body. Nails raked her skin, scratched the creamy flesh of her tits. His tongue was driving her wild. Red lines criss-crossed her silky white skin. "Chew me, Roger! Chew me up!"
Roger's mouth gulped at her cunt. His tongue smeared her pussy in spit. One deep suck drew the velvety folds of her cunt into his mouth.
"Chew me, Roger. Oooo, eat me! Bite!" She was delirious. Her hips rolled, her flesh sizzled, glistening in a feverish sweat. Her ass humped and she ground her cunt into his face, bathing him in warm cunt juice. "Bite me, Roger. Hard! Oooo!"
Roger sucked and his mouth found her clit. Unleashed lust bombarded the vulnerable sex button. He chewed it ravenously, nipping, sucking, whipping the tip with his tongue.
Without warning, an orgasm exploded deep in her cunt. Her breath quickened to short, raspy gasps. "I'm... cuming! Roger... I'm cuming!"
Roger knew. The flooding of his mouth with her hot pussy-cum and her frantic gyrations told him. He sucked harder on her clit and her squeals of pleasure grew louder. He shook his head, almost tearing her clit from her body. His teeth held it while his tongue lashed over it.
"Ahhh!" Her eyes rolled and spittle drooled no from her open mouth. A shuddering orgasm gripped her, held her. Hot cunt muscles pulsed against an empty hole, greased the tight canal with a sudsy juice.
"Roger... oooo... " She twitched, her clit ravaged. "Ooooo, fuck me!" She needed his cock, not his tongue. "Fuck me!"
Roger took his mouth off her cunt. Passion surged in his balls like an active volcano. He stood, his prick fat, veiny, and long. It throbbed like a toothache. Cunt-cream, white and filmy, coated his mouth. Traces of strawberry jam blended with the white-pussy cream.
"In my cunt, Roger. Then I'll lick your face clean." She giggled, drunk with lust. "You're such a messy eater."
Roger jabbed and drove his cock in to the hilt. "Lick me clean." He leaned over her squirming body.
Helen wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled herself to his mouth and dined on his lips. "Mmmm, I taste good," she sighed, between licks. "Mmmmmm, pussy and jam." She fell back on the table. "What a combination!"
Roger eased his cock from her pussyhole. White froth clung to his shaft and his balls rumbled. He brought the rumbling action under control, aimed his prick at her pussy again and plunged deep.
"Ohhh, Roger. Don't take it out again until you cream me. I felt so empty." She ground her hips, her cunt gulping on his thick meat shaft.
Roger's hands roamed Helen's writhing body. Her skin was hot, flecked with beads of passion-sweat. He leaned forward, his cock crammed deep. Hands pawed her tits roughly. Fingers pinched the pointed tips.
"Ewww! Ewww! Roger! Ummmm!" She rolled her hips, a drunken smile spread over her lust-crazed face.
"Sweet, Helen," he groaned, caressing her body. "Mmmmm, Christ!" He eased his cock back, jabbed forward, watched her face twist in pleasure.
She gave him a dreamy smile. "I love your cock, Roger. It feels so good inside me." She bit her lip, concentrating on the spongy muscles inside her cunt. "Feel that?"
"Unnnn," Roger groaned, nodded. Her pussy was a vise of scalding juices and tight muscles. "How about this?" He held her hips and jabbed violently in and out of her soupy pussy.
"Oooo, yesss!" she cried. "Oooo, Roger." She twisted her hips, her tits flopping. "Do it again. Again!"
Roger stopped. "Not yet, Helen. There's plenty of time." He was savoring his neighbor.
"Mmmmm," Helen murmured. "I know what you mean." She lifted her legs and parted them wide. "God, this is fantastic!"
"I know," he groaned. He grabbed her legs at the ankles and jabbed his hips forward. His prick sliced through her cushiony pussy. Swishing sounds and whimpering sighs blended.
On her back, Helen leered hotly up into her handsome neighbor's face. It was strange, like a dream. They had joked about things like this for two years, flirted, exchanged sexy innuendos. Even Marge knew and enjoyed the game, knowing it for what it was: innocent fun. She shook herself from her thoughts, concentrated on his cock buried in her pussy.
"This is more fun than just talking about it, isn't it?" She licked her lips, rocked her hips and pulsed the greedy muscles of her cunt on his throbbing shaft.
"Much better," Roger groaned. He released her legs and she curled them around his back.
"You're trapped," she purred, "until I cream all over your fuckin' table." A dirty giggle came from her mouth. "I'm going crazy, Roger." There was a shred of truth in her delirium. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Roger's hands mauled her thighs, her rocking hips. He kneaded her flesh, working his way down between her legs. Fingers parted the puffy folds of her cunt. Eyes leered at her pussy and his buried cock.
"You like looking at my pussy?" she moaned.
Roger's voice was rough, coated with passion. "Yeah!" He pinched her clit.
"Ewwww!" she wailed, humping and twisting on the table. "Do it again!"
Roger repeated it. He rolled the blood engorged clit between his fingers and watched and enjoyed as Helen went insane.
Helen lifted her head, stretched her arms, clawed Roger's hands. "You're making me more crazy." Gasping, she fell back.
Roger eased out of her cunt. His prick was saturated with warm, sticky juice. He pushed, watching his prick disappear. His balls rumbled. It was so exotic watching his cock spear his neighbor's pussy!
"You ever fuck Marge on the table?" Helen groaned, glaring into his face.
"The kids are always around." He jabbed hard, cutting off further conversation about his wife.
"Yesss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Like that. Fuck me! Hard and fast, neighbor." She laughed, her brown eyes glassy with lust.
Passion gripped Roger's nuts like a fist. He buried his prick to the hilt and rocked his hips. The head of his cock dug into the spongy heat of her pulsating pussyhole. "Like that?" He did it again.
Helen rocked on the table. "Mmmm, yesss! Faster. Please!" She used the cushiony heat of her cunt to urge him on.
It worked. Roger picked up speed.
"Ewwww, faster, neighbor. Give it to me! Now!" Her eyelids fluttered and her tits floundered as she squirmed.
"Agllll!" She pounded her fists on the table and dug her heels into the small of Roger's back." Keep it up! Faster!" She was out o f her head.
So was Roger. He hammered his prick in and out of her mushy cunt. Stringy strands of cunt-cream clung to his throbbing shaft. "Helen. Cum, baby! Cream!"
"Ohhh, Roger," she squealed, thrashing on the table. "I'm so, so close!"
Brown hair sprayed out like a fan on the table. Her face was a mask of lust, twisting in and out of lewd expressions. "Oooo, make it happen, Roger! Soon! Soon!"
Roger drilled his prick faster through the soupy goo of her pulsing pussy. His balls swelled and his cock grew thicker, harder, throbbing more painfully. "Cum, Helen. Cream all over the fuckin' table!" He was out of his skull, too.
Thrashing and twisting on the table, her cunt stuffed with cock, Helen clawed her way to the peak and her orgasm. "Urn! Unnn! Oooo!" She clawed her jiggling tits and wriggled her hips.
"Oh! Roger! I'm so close!" She struggled, tried for the peak. It eluded her. "Aaaaa!"
Roger kept up the steady pounding. Long sensuous strokes backed by the power of his muscled body. Blood surged through his veins. His heart pounded in his ears. Jabbing hips generated more heat in her pussy. "Cum, Helen. Christ!"
The pace was savage, blinding. The table legs creaked, threatening to break. Roger slashed at her. Helen welcomed it and tried for the brass ring.
His stabbing cock reached deep, the bloated head gouging, stretching the tight, spongy hole. Grunts gurgled in his throat as his groin slammed into her twisting torso.
Helen kept her ankles locked around his slamming hips. She reveled in each jab, used his strength, his punching stabs and drew closer to her orgasm. "Harder, Roger!" Desperation crept into her voice. "Harder! Oooo, please!"
Roger exerted all of his strength. His hands gripped her churning hips. He shortened his strokes to neat, lightning punches, hacking thrusts. His balls swelled. If she didn't come soon, he would explode without her. "Cum," he roared. "Cream me!"
"My clit! My clit," she wailed. "Pinch it!" She quickened the tempo with a roll of her hips.
Roger, his brain sopped with lust, heard her screaming voice. It echoed in his skull. He jabbed into her pussy, his prick ready to burst. He released her hips, found her clit and mangled it. His face twisted into a sadistic grin.
The painful pinching of her clit was the catalyst. "I'm cuming! Creaming. Don't stop. Harder. Pump! Pinch!" She was insane.
Helen's body wriggled in spasm. Her ass ground into the smooth surface of the table, ass cheeks squeaking on the Formica top. "I'm cuming. Ooooo!" It swept over her like a tidal wave.
The passion that knotted his groin exploded. The stormy center of her pussy triggered the explosion in his nuts. "Me too! Helen. Here it... agghhlll!"
Squeezing rhythmic contractions in her climaxing cunt surrounded his prick, milking it. "Cream me, Roger! Cream me!"
Roger's cock spewed out thick wads of white gooey jizz. The thick cum splattered deep inside her cunt each time he hurled his body forward and drove his cock to the root.
"Helen!" His fingers tightened on her clit. He twisted it, squeezed it, fed on the passion it stirred inside her bubbling pussy.
Her entire pussy was racked with orgasms. Starting in her pussy, the pleasure of her climaxing cunt spread to every pulsing nerve.
"More, Roger!" she screamed greedily.
Roger gave it to her. His nuts churned out a steady stream of jism. His cock fed it to her pussy. Her pussy gulped it up.
"Yes! Yes!" She whipped her hips around, ground her pussy into his slamming groin. The twisting gyrations and Roger's fingers pinching her clit made the room spin. "I... can't... stop! Aghhhh!"
Roger didn't want her to stop. The pleasure in his nuts and cock was fantastic. He hammered her pussy with renewed speed. Fingers clawed, pinched, destroyed her clit as he kept her swirling at the peak.
Hot cum gushed from his pisser with pulsing squirts. "Helen," he growled, his legs weakening under the strain. "Jesus Christ!"
One hard slam. The table groaned, scraped along the floor. Helen wailed. Roger roared. The sounds filled the kitchen.
Cum flowed from her pussy-a hot mixture. The stringy cum drooled down her ass cheeks, drenched his nuts in a spray each time he lunged into her pussy.
Roger didn't stop. More thick jizz spurted from his cock. He released her clit and found her rocking hips. He held on, his balls almost drained.
Helen felt the end coming over her. She thrashed on the table, her fists opening, her legs melting from around his jabbing hips. "Oooo, Roger!"
Chest heaving, Roger ground to a stop. His cock was stuffed inside her body, caught in the pulsing storm of her last orgasm. He shuddered, his balls hanging empty between his legs.
Helen twitched limply. Panting, she sucked air into her tired lungs. She blinked, focusing on a grinning, but tired Roger. "You fucked me blind."
Roger groaned, pulled his spent cock from her overflowing pussy and collapsed into a chair. It creaked under his weight. "I never thought today would be my lucky day."
"It's been a lucky day for a lot of people," she moaned. She thought of Allen, John, and Fred the plumber. A cloud of sadness covered her for a moment. She pulled herself up and shook it off.
"What do you mean?" He looked at her, still finding it hard to believe as she slipped on her robe that he had just fucked her on the kitchen table.
"It's not important." She picked up the seasoning. "Thanks for the thyme. Now if the water doesn't go off again, I'll be able to make dinner for Neil and his boss."
Roger moaned. "I know what you mean. The damn water department is always shutting off the water when you need it the most. On Saturday, too, do you believe it?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, stopping at the screen door. "It wasn't just me? The water company shut off the water?"
"Hell yeah. The whole neighborhood."
She grinned and went out, walking slowly back to her house. "The bastard. And I thought he fixed my water." She laughed hysterically as she reached her house. "No wonder he didn't charge me." Her insides were churning, her nerves becoming raw. She went into her house.
CHAPTER SIX
Helen came down the stairs. She was dazed, walking in a fog. She knew what she was doing, but found she couldn't stop herself. "I'm drunk," she giggled. "Drunk with sex."
She went into the living room, poured herself a drink and gulped it down. She poured another one, sipped it, and headed for the dining room.
She looked at her handiwork. The expensive china was in place. She swayed, her thoughts jumbled. "Neil will be so proud."
She giggled, thought of Fred and how he had tricked her. "Damn," she muttered, realizing something was missing. "The centerpiece. Damn!"
She polished off the drink and went to the phone. Annoyed, her fingers stabbed out the numbers. She waited until the line clicked open. "This is Helen Belmont on Maple Street." She rushed out the words before the person said hello. "My flowers haven't been delivered." She was hyped, strung out tight as a bow string.
The voice on the other end was female and calm. "Your order, Mrs. Belmont, is on the way over now."
Helen found that she was shaking. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "It's been one of those days."
"I know just what you mean," the woman said sympathetically. "I have days like that myself." She paused. "I'm sure you'll like the flower arrangement, Mrs. Belmont."
"I'm sure I will," Helen said. "Sorry again for being rude." She hung up, looked at the clock. Three-thirty. "God, I haven't even dressed yet!"
"Mmmm, maybe I won't. Whoever brings the flowers might be cute." She slipped onto a barstool and tapped her fingers impatiently. "C'mon. C'mon. Deliver the flowers."
She looked at the clock again. Four. A half hour had passed and had seemed like three. She stood up the same instant the doorbell rang and she humped. "God!" Her nerves were shot and she knew it.
Heart thumping wildly, she went to the door. She looked down. Her robe barely concealed her tits. A hot sizzling smile of drunken lust adorned her face. "I hope you're cute," she whispered to herself.
She twisted the knob, threw open the door. "Hi!" A lewd smile spread over her face.
The teenager stood mute, leering at Helen. Wide blue eyes darted from her face to her tits, then back again. "I have your flowers." His voice cracked.
"I see that. Come in. Come in." She licked her lips. "You can put them on the dining room table for me."
The teenager brushed by her. The softness of her tit burned into his arm. A spasm shot through his gut.
"Right there in the center will be fine," she purred, coming up behind him.
He set the small arrangement in the center of the table. "Looks nice." He turned a smiling face to Helen. A lump leaped into his throat. She was almost on top of him.
"Come with me," she cooed. She took his hand and felt the sweaty palm. This is going to be fun, she thought. Like leading a lamb to a slaughter.
"Have a seat," she said. She propped herself on a barstool and crossed her legs. The robe parted and silky flesh was exposed for the teenager's delight. She smiled and saw the horny look in his eye. "Men and boys are all alike," she mouthed. The words passed her lips as a sigh.
The handsome boy sat on the couch. His eyes drifted to Helen's long elegant legs. His cock ached in his jeans. The woman was getting him hot!
Helen squirmed on the stool. Her robe parted. More fleshy tit-meat became exposed. She fiddled with the checkbook on the bar. "Do I include your tip when I write out the check?" She pretended she didn't notice him gawking at her partially exposed tits and bare legs.
"Sure." His prick was throbbing. She was gorgeous. "Do you mind if I have a glass of water? It's awfully hot out."
"I'd be glad to. How about a soda?" She smiled at the young boy. There was plenty of time to play games with him before she dressed for dinner.
"It's okay," he said. "Water'll be fine."
Helen slipped off the stool. A hint of pussy hair peeked out for a fleeting second as the robe parted. She stifled a giggle when the boy's eyes popped.
He stared, sure he had seen her pussy. Shaking, he watched her approach. Each step bared a long, curvy leg. Tits jiggled, most of the flesh on display. He prayed silently for one to fall out.
"Here's your soda." She leaned forward and saw his eyes bulge.
"Thanks." He took a quick gulp and stared out of the corner of his eye as Helen sat beside him.
"You're kind of cute." She rested one hand on the back of the sofa, one hand on her bare knee. "What's your name?"
"It's Frankie," he stammered, unable to tear his eyes from her creamy flesh.
"You can call me Helen." She inched close. "You have a girl?"
He nodded mutely, not trusting his voice.
She handed him the check. "I hope it's a big enough tip to take her out."
"Wow! You didn't have to give me this much! Ten dollars!" He shook his head.
"I like giving big tips to handsome boys."
Frankie blushed. Forgetting about the tip and his girl, his attention was drawn back to the twin mountains of flesh almost spilling from her robe. He gulped. "Thanks, Helen." He used her name and blushed.
Helen took his hand. "It's my pleasure." She placed his sweaty palm on her knee, her brown eyes smoldering with passion. She inched closer. The robe parted and one pulpy tit popped out.
The boy's eyes widened. The creamy flesh and swollen nipple were the greatest sight he had ever seen. Ten times better than the pictures in the magazines.
Helen saw his lust and fed on it. "You're staring at me," she purred, feigning innocence. "Why?"
He tried to talk, but nothing came out. His face was red, his eyes glassy.
Helen shivered under the unabashed innocence of his gaze. It excited her. "Ooooo, you naughty boy. You're looking at my tit."
"I... I... can't help... it... " he stammered.
"Oooo," she giggled. Slowly, she cupped her creamy tit in her hand. "It's big, huh?" Her pussy was pulsing, soaking the channel of her empty hole.
Frankie nodded and licked his lips. He wished he had the nerve to touch her. She was twice the size of his girl... maybe three times bigger. His prick throbbed like a toothache.
"Would you like to touch me?" she cooed. She hefted the milky tit in her hand. "Go ahead. Think of it as a special tip just between the two of us."
Shaking, Frankie brought his hand to her tit. He spanned it with his fingers and squeezed. A groan caught in his throat.
"Ooooo, Frankie. I like that." Tremors swept through her pussy. "Oooo, does your girl let you do this?" She was squirming, overwhelmed with passion.
"No," he groaned. He swarmed over her, his mouth attacking her. He pushed the robe apart, bared her other tit and the rest of her body. His hands mauled her. His mouth feasted on her creamy tits.
Helen wallowed in the boy's pleasure. She pressed his mouth to her tits. "Ooo! Aaaa! Mmmm!" She was swirling. The room was spinning. "Ooooo, Frankie, you shouldn't."
The boy wasn't listening. He dined on her tits. His mouth covered one nipple and he sucked ravenously, his hands caressing, exploring. His nuts swelled inside his pants. His prick was ready to burst.
Helen writhed on the couch, legs spread, her own hands roaming over her sizzling flesh. She found his frantic hand and brought it between her legs. "Ooooo, Frankie. Ooooo!" She humped against his inexperienced fingers.
Frankie's fingers delved into the vat of warm pussy-cream that drenched her cunt. Jabbing thrusts. His cock ached. Deep sucks on her tits. His nuts ached. He was going crazy.
Helen humped his fingers. Her tits bounced and she stared at the ceiling. It was spinning. "Oooo! Ohhh!" Spasms tingled deep in her pussy.
Frankie's mouth was devastating her tits. She squirmed, groped for his jeans and found the bulge. She squeezed hard, lights blinking in her eyes. Everything was fuzzy.
"Neil!"
She twisted on the couch and saw the boy's flushed, innocent face come away from her tits. He wasn't Neil. She blinked. Reality was gone. Her head was reeling.
Frankie groaned. Her hand was driving him crazy. Looking into her face, he humped her clenching hand. His balls exploded. Hot cum flooded his jeans, soaked his shorts. Shame filled his face. "Oh, no!"
Helen saw his shame and felt it, too. She took her hand away and caught her breath. "You better go," she whispered, quickly covering herself. "Please."
Without waiting, she rushed out and scurried up the stairs.
Frankie was shaking. He looked at his jeans. A dark spot had spread where his cum had squirted from his cock. "Jesus!"
He crumpled the check, stuck it in his back pocket and stood up. Inside his crotch it was sticky and wet. "Christ." He felt like an ass. Face flushed with embarrassment, he left.
She heard the door close downstairs. Brown tear-stained eyes gazed at her reflection in the mirror. "Am I going crazy?" She closed her eyes and shook, blocking the entire day from her mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Helen looked at the dining room table: best china, floral center piece, expensive silverware. Everything was ready.
She found herself trembling. Her insides seemed to be fluttering. She tried calming herself but it was impossible.
Giggling nervously, she paced the dining room then went into the kitchen and checked the roast in the oven. Back to the dining room she poured herself a drink and gulped it down.
It warmed the pit of her stomach, but did nothing to calm her anxiety.
She stared at the door and wondered how she would react. What she had done today weighed heavily on her mind. Instead of feeling good about carrying out her threat, she felt terrible. That, coupled with the guilt of Russell's rape and his coming to the house in a few minutes strung her out tight as a drum.
A key in the lock and she almost jumped out of her skin. They were here! She finished the drink and brought herself under control. A forced tremulous smile graced her flushed face.
She rushed to the door, kissed Neil. "I'm so glad you're home." She played the role of a perfect hostess.
"Hi, honey," he said, a wide grin on his face.
Helen looked beyond her husband and her wary eyes caught Russell's leer. "Where's Doris?" She kept her voice even, the hate she felt for him hidden.
"Couldn't make it," Russell said. He went to Helen. "You look gorgeous." He kissed her, his lips lingering on her cheek. "If dinner is as good as you look, it's got to be fantastic."
Inside Helen's body, a storm was brewing, her nerves were taut. Sickened by his touch, she still kept her smile. "I hope Doris will be all right."
She took Neil's hand and Russell's arm and led them into the living room. "I'll make you both a drink."
Neil heaved an inward sigh of relief. Helen was trying. "Sit down, Russ. Make yourself at home."
Russell's eyes were on Helen's swinging ass as she went to the bar. Memories of her begging for his cock only a week ago on this very floor rushed through his head. A knot formed in his gut. If he could get rid of Neil... The possibilities were endless.
Helen brought them each a drink. "Dinner will be ready shortly." She smiled at Russell and sat on the couch next to Neil. Her legs crossed and she sipped her drink, her hand trembling slightly. Russell's eyes on her legs turned her stomach.
"Whatever it is, it smells great," Neil said, happy with Helen's change in attitude. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "She's the best wife a man could have."
"I can believe it," Russell said, a horny look in his eye. He winked. "A very loving wife."
Helen almost spilled her drink. She was getting sick. The blood drained from her face and she looked at Neil. Guilt overwhelmed her. She looked at Russell. Hate filled her.
Quickly she stood and caught her breath. A nervous tic played at the corner of her mouth. "I'd better check the roast." She hurried from the room, feeling Russell's leering eyes on her ass.
Alone in the kitchen, she leaned against the sink. Every part of her body was shaking. She didn't think she could get through the evening. "God," she sighed. "I have to do this for Neil. The things I've done to our marriage!"
She buried her tears. What had seemed so right this morning now haunted her. "I'm a tramp." A tear spilled down her cheek. She brushed it away quickly and flicked on the light in the oven.
Russell came up behind her as she bent over the oven. His hand grazed along the curve of her hip and over the cheeks of her ass. "You're gorgeous," he whispered.
Helen straightened up. She glared at him, her face hardening in anger. "Don't you touch me," she whispered. Her eyes glanced to the kitchen door.
"Don't worry about Neil. He's upstairs changing his shirt." He took a step closer.
Helen grabbed a knife from the counter. "You come another step and I'll cut off your balls and serve them to you for dinner."
Russell grinned, but backed off. "I think you're carrying fidelity a little too far." He picked a piece of lettuce from the salad and chewed it.
Helen almost burst into hysterical laughter. "You don't know the meaning of the word fidelity. Neither do I." She laid the knife back on the counter. "Get out of here, Russell."
"Maybe later I can send Neil back to town for some reports." He was ignoring her protests as if he were deaf. "We can make it on the floor again."
The kitchen door swung open, Neil came in. His eyes flashed to Helen. A smile was on her face. He heaved another sigh. For a second he had thought she was back to her old ways again. "I had to change, hon. I felt grubby."
Helen went to her husband and hugged him, keeping her face hidden. "Russell and I were just discussing the merits of roast beef."
Russell gave them an easy grin. "I was telling her that meat is good when it's juicy and hot." He brushed by them. "C'mon, Neil. Make me another drink."
"Do that, Neil," Helen said. "I'll be there in a sec." She went to the sink, her knees trembling.
"Oh, God," she sighed, once she was alone. She wavered on the brink of cracking up. The pressure of the evening ahead and what she had done was eating away at her insides.
She caught her breath. With the salad bowl in her hands, she backed out of the kitchen. "Salad's ready," she called, keeping a plastic smile on her face. She set the large wooden bowl on the table and waited for them to return from the bar.
"The roast will be done in ten minutes," she said, sitting down as Neil held her chair.
"You sure there isn't anything I can do?" Russell smiled, his eyes on Helen's large tits filling her sexy dress. He looked at Neil. "Helen looks good enough to eat."
"I'm a lucky guy, Russ. Look at this table. Everything's perfect. Helen's a real gem." He dug into his salad.
Helen watched them both-the lecherous boss and her blind, ambitious husband. She picked at her salad. The knot in her stomach left no room for food.
"I'll get the meat," she said, pushing back her chair.
"You should get Helen a maid to help around here, Neil," Russell said. He looked at Helen. "Maybe a raise for your hard-working husband, right?"
Helen shuddered. "Terrific." Her voice was strained.
She hurried from the room, the sound of Neil's grateful voice making her nauseous. Three deep breaths for self-control.
She pulled the roast from the oven, almost burning herself. "Damn!" She put it on a large, fancy meat platter and went back to the dining room.
"Here, let me do the honors," Russell said. "Doris thinks I cut a mean roast."
Helen trembled. She looked at Neil, then at a grinning Russell.
"Sure, hon," Neil said. "Whatever our guest wants." He was feeling terrific. Helen was really going all out to make it a nice dinner.
Helen walked around the table. Her heart was pounding in her temples. She kept the plastic smile on her lips. "Whatever you say, darling." Each word was an effort.
As Helen carefully placed the roast in front of Russell, he dropped his arm below the table. His fingers traced a circle on the back of her knee, below Neil's field of vision. A twinge shot through his gut. Her perfume was the same as last week.
Something in Helen's mind snapped. Things had gone too far. She glanced at Russell. "Why don't you go higher?" She spoke as if Neil were nowhere around.
A fist formed in Russell's gut. He brought his arm up quickly. A hard line formed around his jaw.
Neil's gray eyes looked questioningly. "What did you say, hon?"
"Russell was tickling the back of my knee and you said nothing was too good for our guest." She gave her husband a nasty leer. "So I told him to go higher. I have nicer things he can touch than the back of my knees." Her face looked down at Russell's. "Don't I, Russ sweetie?"
"Helen! Have you gone crazy?" Neil was stupefied. He looked at Russell. Russell's face was an emotionless mask.
Helen went on as if nothing were wrong. "Don't be shy, Russ sweetie."
She plopped in his lap. "You've never been shy before." She laughed. "You don't really know your boss, Neil."
Both men were quiet, stunned not knowing what to expect next.
Helen snuggled on his lap. "C'mon, Russ... relax."
Neil was out of his chair like a bullet. He grabbed Helen by the arm and yanked her off Russell's lap. "Helen, dammit! What's come over you?"
Helen shook loose from his grip. She danced lewdly around to the other side of the table. "Nothing's come over me," she snapped, her flushed face tight, a tic at the corner of her mouth.
Neil looked at Russell. The expression on his boss' face said nothing. He looked at his wife. She was swaying lewdly, her hands roaming her body, blatantly caressing herself. "Stop it!" he shouted. "Stop it!"
Russell's eyes moved, focusing on Helen. She was crazy, but maybe it was for the best. A nice three-way fuck would be great. He had no doubts about controlling Neil. Neil was ambitious to a fault.
Helen looked at them both. Her hands went behind her back. Hips rocking to a sensuous beat in her head, she slid the silent zipper down. "How about a strip, guys?"
Russell's face broke out in a wide grin.
Neil's face froze in shock. "Helen." He started around the table.
"Don't move," she shrieked.
Her voice, shrill and frenzied, stopped him. "Helen." He softened his tone. "Let me take you upstairs. Some rest. Okay?"
"I'll go upstairs with you and fuck," she giggled, "but not to rest." She slipped the dress off her shoulders, baring her tits to a pleased Russell and a shocked Neil.
"We have company," Neil said, taking another step. He didn't know what was wrong. "Say something, Russ." Neil was desperate. "Maybe she'll listen to you."
"Yeah, Russ," she spat, fondling her bare tits openly. "Say something."
"Maybe you should listen to Neil," Russ soothed. He couldn't keep from ogling her gorgeous tits. "Later, the three of us... " The look on Neil's face stopped him. "It just seems to be what she wants, Neil. Christ, look at her."
Helen had her dress off, a pair of skimpy bikini panties the only thing between her and complete nudity. "Listen to him, Neil. He's the boss."
Neil's eyes darted from a leering Russell to his almost naked wife. "Helen. What is happening?" He was shaking, frightened by his wife's behavior. He was afraid she had lost her mind.
"I'm just doing what you want, Neil," she . said, her hips rotating lewdly and her hands on her large plump tits.
"What is that?" he smiled, trying to calm her with his voice. "Tell me upstairs."
"I'll tell you here, unless we go upstairs to fuck." She winked. "Right, Russ?"
"Okay, hon." He took a deep breath. "Tell me here."
Helen was crying. "You want me to please Russell." She pointed to him. "Well, the only way to please him is this way." She tore off her panties. "He wants to fuck me, Neil. Do you hear me?" She was shaking, totally naked. Her tits shook as she sobbed.
Neil rushed around the table, grabbed her, and held her shaking body. "C'mon, hon. Upstairs. I'll call a doctor."
"I don't need a doctor," she screamed. "I need to be fucked." She struggled in his arms, freeing herself.
She ran around the table and threw herself on Russell's lap. "Tell him, Russ. Tell him how bad I need to be fucked."
Russell held her soft, naked body. His groin tightened and his prick began to throb. "C'mon, Neil, loosen up. Let's give Helen what she wants."
"What's the matter with you?" Neil shouted. "She's sick."
"She's not sick." Russell fondled Helen's tits.
"Ooooo, Russ. I love it." She looked at her husband. "We should please your boss."
Neil grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. He glared at Russell. "Don't you ever touch her again!" he snarled.
Helen melted into Neil's arms. "Your boss is getting mad at you. You shouldn't holler at him." Like a slippery eel, she was out of his arms again, prancing around the table.
She stopped, looking at Neil. "He raped me last week, Neil. Do you believe me? He raped me after he brought me home from the play."
Neil stared at his naked wife. He saw the pain in her eyes. He looked at Russell and saw his face hardening. He knew it was true, felt it in his gut. It ate at his mind. He grabbed Russell by his tie and lugged him to his feet. "Is it true?"
Russell struggled, freeing himself. "Don't push, Neil." His tone was threatening. "She was begging for it." He looked at Helen across the room. "Tell him how you were begging for it."
Neil clenched his fist, brought it up from the floor and smashed it into Russell's jaw. Russell sailed across the room, bounced off the wall and slumped to the floor.
Russell looked up, his jaw aching. He rubbed it, his cold eyes filled with hate. "You're fired!" He staggered to his feet.
Neil grabbed him, rushed him to the door, and tossed him out on his ass. He turned and saw Helen slumped against the wall crying. "Honey." He rushed to her.
Sobbing, Helen went into his arms. "Ooo, Neil. It's true. It's true." She was bawling like a baby.
Neil scooped her naked body up in his arms.
He carried her to the foyer and slowly climbed the stairs.
"I've been blind. Blinded by my ambition." He carried her snuggled body down the hall.
Helen curled up in a ball after Neil laid her on the bed. "He was telling the truth," she said between sobs. She choked back her tears. It had to be told.
"Shhh." Neil leaned over, put a finger to her mouth. "No more talk."
Helen shook her head, her tear-filled eyes watching Neil undress. "I won't be still," she whispered. "We have to clear the air." She wiped her eyes. "Once I've told you, you might not want to be in the same bed with me."
Neil smiled at his wife. "I love you. What could you have possibly done to change that?"
"You're not listening." She took a deep breath. "Listen to me!"
"Okay. Say it." He wasn't sure he wanted to know. A knot twisted in his stomach.
"What Russell said was true." She paused, looked at him. "It started out as a rape, but in the end I wanted him." She saw the hurt in his eyes.
"No more!" It was eating him alive inside.
"No! All of it!" Her face reddened. "If you hadn't've been so blind, you would've listened to me, seen all the passes he made. If you had been more loving, I wouldn't have responded to him. I was starved for sex, Neil. Starved!"
He was standing in his shorts. The truth cut him-like a dull knife. He felt the anguish she felt, having to cook for a man who had raped her. It was his fault. Ambition had left him no time for his marriage. No wonder she responded to Russell! He skimmed off his shorts and joined her on the bed.
"Are you finished?" he asked quietly.
Helen went into his arms. Soft sobs choked her throat. "You still want me?"
She decided to keep the secret of her sex binge buried inside her. It would do no one any good to bring it out in the open. She had seen his hurt and his awareness of what had happened. It was enough. The past was buried. She would keep it buried.
Neil held her in his arms and let her cry it out. He vowed to make it up to her. His gut ached for the pain she had suffered because of him. He had been calloused, uncaring. "It's all over, honey. All over."
Helen moved in his arms, felt the hardness of his cock against her belly. She smiled, the first sincere smile in weeks. "It's been a while, my darling." She rubbed against him.
"Too long," he moaned, feeling her nipples burn into his chest. "Too long."
"I know," she hummed. She showered him with kisses. Soft feathery touches roamed his body. She felt good in his arms.
Helen squirmed in his embrace. Her mouth, wet and anxious, worked down to his chest. The familiarity of his body and the love she felt for him made the kisses and touches more exciting, erasing the memories of the other men.
"Unnn." Neil moaned, rolling onto his back. His cock jutted up from his groin. Hard, throbbing, thick with blood, his prick ached for her. "Sweetheart. My cock."
Helen nibbled on his chest, licked his small nipples then chewed them gently. Her hand skimmed over his taut gut and found his cock. Her fingers curled quickly around the bloated shaft.
"Mmmmm, Helen. Your mouth. Use your mouth." He humped up, slamming his cock through her tight gripping fingers. "Unnn, suck it, honey!"
Helen dragged her wet tongue and sucking lips down over his stomach. She snaked her tongue through the curly hair surrounding his cock. One long swipe up his shaft soaked his prick in spit. Pussy muscles pulsed, hungry for his cock.
The heat of her breath and wet spit jerked his body in spasm. "Suck it, Helen." He hissed out his breath. "Suck it!"
Helen scrambled between his long legs and brought her mouth over his towering cock. Her brown eyes glowed and a dreamy smile filled her face. It was her husband's prick at her lips and it would be that way forever.
"Suck it," he groaned. He lunged his ass up from the bed. The head of his cock banged against her teeth. He fell back, moaning. "Suck me, honey!"
Without speaking, Helen opened her mouth and gobbled Neil's cock into her throat. She didn't stop until his cock hair tickled her lips. Hard cockmeat throbbed deep in her gullet and she loved it.
"Yeahhhh!" Neil lunged, humping her face. His prick swelled in the tight canal of her throat. "Honey! Oooo, honey!"
Helen took his jabbing thrusts with love.
She used her teeth and her tongue on his cock. Gnawing chews, whipping slaps. His groans of pleasure heightened her own joy.
Neil twisted on his back. "Suck it, honey. Yeahhhh!"
The suction of his wife's mouth was churning the jizz trapped in his balls. He stretched out an arm, found a tit, palmed it, then squeezed. "Honey," he groaned, mauling the soft, pliant flesh of her tit. "Unnnn! Chew me! Hard!"
Helen popped her mouth off his cock and used her teeth on his shaft. Up one side and down the other. Nipping snips. Hard nipping bites. Slobbering drool soaked his throbbing hard-on.
"No more, honey." The churning in his balls was getting out of control. He had neglected his sex life too long to hold his own under the sensational expertise of his wife's mouth. "No more!"
Helen came away from his cock, her face smeared with spit, brown eyes glowing with passion. She gave him a hot smile. "You ready for me?"
"Always," he groaned. "Always."
Helen scrambled up from between his legs. Straddling him, she rolled her hips and leered into his face. "I love you."
He reached and grabbed a plump tit in each hand. Fingers squeezed. "Put it in."
Helen reveled in his pawing hands. She hummed as she reached between her legs, grabbing his hulking cock. One long sensuous slide through the seeping gash of her pussy had her crazy hot.
Neil was crazy hot, too. He lunged up and sunk the head of his cock into her steamy cunt. "All of it, honey!" He jabbed again, his hands still mangling her tits.
Helen released his prick, leaning into his grabbing hands. The head of his cock speared her pussy. Hips rolled and she slammed down, gulping the entire length of his prick into her cunt. "Like that, my darling?"
"Yeah." He lunged up and twisted, his cock buried deep. "Ride it, honey!"
Helen swiveled her hips and held Neil's eyes with her own. "It's wonderful having you in me again." She used her pussy muscles, treating him to a wet, heated massage.
"Just like old times," he groaned. His prick was swelling, ready to explode.
Helen wriggled her hips. "Squirt it, my darling." Frantic twists ground her clit into his hammering groin. "Un... ooo... I'm getting close."
Roger mangled her tits, watching the lust flood her beautiful face. He had been crazy for neglecting her. "Sweetheart!"
"Oooo, my darling," she cried out. The head of his prick had pierced the spongy depths of her pussy.
Neil mustered all of his strength. Holding Helen tight, he heaved, rolled, winding up on top in one quick fluid move. "Now, honey... we go right for the top."
Helen spread her legs wide, accepting his long, thick cock. She caressed his arms, his chest, and his face. "I'm ready, Neil. Make it happen. Give it to me hard and fast. Pound the hurt I caused you from my body."
He bared his teeth and slammed to the hilt. "I caused the pain, honey. Me." He slammed again, wanting to please her, to make up for his neglect.
"We're even." She lunged up, twisting her hips and mashing her clit into his groin. Further conversation wasn't needed. Action was.
Neil plummeted her soft, yielding body with hard jabs. Each jab brought him closer to blasting his nuts. Each jab brought Helen closer to cuming.
"Harder, my darling," she squealed in bliss. "Harder!" She rocked her ass, jerked her hips. Higher and higher, she climbed. It was an easy ride. No strain, no guilt-only love. "Ooooo, my darling!"
Neil hacked at her body with fast-paced thrusts. His cock throbbed, swelling in the heated soup of her pulsing cunt. "Cum, honey. Let me watch."
Helen was overwhelmed with passion. She threw herself recklessly into each hard-driving jab. "Fuck me, Neil." She loved him and the sounds of his groans. "Fuck me, Neil!"
Neil pounded her humping torso with long, powerful jabs. The bloated head of his cock stretched her pussy wide. His groin mashed into hers, driving her back into the bed. With her pinned, he rotated his hips, screwing his cock into her cunthole.
"Ahhh!" Helen went insane. Her legs shot out, then curled back, holding Neil prisoner. She thrashed her body wildly, grinding her raw exposed clit into his jabbing frame. "Make me... cum!"
Hot cunt muscles provoked the jizz bubbling in Neil's nuts. His speed increased. Hard jabbing thrusts crammed his cock deep. Twisting rolls of his hips skewered his prick into the spongy walls of her cunt. It was what Helen needed.
"Oooo, I'm there! I'm there!" His cock was lashing into her cunt at tremendous speed. Brown eyes popped, floating into her skull. Her pussy erupted. Hot cunt-cream gushed from the spongy pulsing walls.
"I'm cuming, my darling. Cuming!"
Her cry was loud. Legs locked tight around his hammering hips, she writhed in agonizing bliss. Hard upward thrusts smashed her clit into his pounding groin.
Neil rode the fury of her climax. Hot pussy muscles clung to his stabbing cock. Squishy jabs. Hot cum greased his plowing prick. Her passion was enveloping him.
"Honey," he growled, slamming into her climaxing body. "Honey!" Twisting jabs gouged the head of his cock into her spongy walls.
"Cum! Cum! Be with me!" she shrieked. Hips jerked and twisted. Cunt muscles urged him on. Pussy-cum ignited the fire in his balls.
Lightning stabs followed Helen's screams.
He reached for it. His orgasm rumbled to be free.
"Cum. Cream me, my darling! Cream me!" She was insane with passion and love.
Neil's balls blasted under the pressure of Helen's orgasm. Hot cum gushed from his cock, splattering the steamy depths of her pussy. "I'm cuming! Cuming!" he bellowed, joining her. "I'm cuming!"
Helen lunged up, smashed her soft, supple body into Neil's driving groin. Neil plunged down, grinding his hard frame into her. Their wet, sweaty bodies clashed. Groans, whimpering cries, and the slapping of wet flesh blended together.
Cum spurted from Neil's cock like a river. It filled her pussy and mixed with the creamy jizz of her orgasming cunt. Gushing ooze squished from her pussy with each mighty jab.
"My darling... ooooo." With reckless abandonment, Helen twisted her hips and ground her clit into Neil's hairy groin. Her screams turned to senseless babble. Her head jerked, her neck strained. Tits flopped.
Neil's balls continued to churn out a steady stream of jizz. It overflowed. "Honey." Hips jabbed hard, twisted, pounded Helen's convulsing body back into the mattress.
"Aghhhh!" Her back arched, legs stiffened. "Aghhhh!" She collapsed on the bed, whimpering in bliss.
Neil held her, the last of cum spewing into her body. He dropped, rolled off, gazing at the ceiling, catching his wind.
"Oh, my darling," she moaned, cuddling close. She was filled with love.
"I hope it doesn't matter about me losing my job." He held her tight.
"It doesn't matter, my darling," she sighed, kissing him all over his chest.
"I'll start my own business. Use the garage for an office."
"Ohhh, yes. Just like when we were first married." She kissed him again. "It'll be wonderful." She closed her eyes.
Neil held her tight. It was going to be wonderful.