In our fast-paced age, the time of the so-called Nuclear Family, neighborhood and community ties are often stretched to the thinnest as couples move in and out, sometimes barely unpacking before they are gone again. It is little wonder that these communities offer little for the lonely housewife, the "salesman's widow" who needs more than anything a friendly smile now and then to guide her through the often lonely times when her husband and breadwinner is away.
These women, many of them young and sexually at their peak, are forced by the rules of money-making to live what is at best an unnatural existence, deprived of their husbands for days or even Weeks, alone and without the kind of attention a responsive female needs and deserves.
There is little surprise when some of these women stray, tempted by the occasional man who enters their lives. Most of these same wives would never have thought of adultery, even in their wildest moment, had their husbands been closer at hand. But they do ... and they do it by the thousands every day of every week.
This novel attempts to take you into the secret lives of several such women, to help you understand their temptations and their failures. To give us all a clearer understanding of this often tragic phenomenon.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Bill Hodges looked covetously at the next house on his route, an enormous Tudor-style mansion with gardener-kept lawns and a formal garden. There was a winding brick driveway that led to the three-car garage. Outside the opening to one of the automobile bays, a uniformed chauffeur who looked to be of the pre-horseless carriage vintage, polished slowly and methodically the gleaming wax-coated finish of an immense Rolls Royce.
He supposed he should be grateful for the kind of job that took him to houses like this, but he wasn't ... right now he would have traded it all for a cold beer. Cleaning and maintaining rich people's swimming pools was not such a hard way to make a buck if it weren't for all the stuck-up old farts he had to suck up to. Withered old women in bikinis that would turn a man's stomach and half-senile goats so old that the sun refused to even tan their leathery skin.
He shook his head disgustedly as he envisioned what would await him behind the redwood fence that surrounded the pool. He nodded courteously to the chauffeur.
"Hi ... I'm from the pool service. Can I go in?" he asked, waiting for the old man to show some sign of recognizing him or even of being alive. For a moment he thought the old codger had died there leaning on that Rolls, and his arms were just working back and forth in a kind of chauffeur's death-dance. He laughed to himself at the vision of that old man just polishing away until the fender wore through and he fell onto the drive, still polishing.
"Yeah ... and what's so funny, boy?" the chauffeur squinted menacingly. Bill knew better than to tangle with these old family hangers-on; often they were the real bosses in a house full of near-corpses.
"Nothing, sir ... I was just remembering a joke I heard on the radio driving over. Is it all right to clean the pool now?" Bill asked officiously in his best serviceman's voice. The only thing missing was the click of his heels, and he thought of that but decided the old driver was not one to appreciate a joke.
"Go ahead ... the lady of the house is by the pool, but she left instructions for you to be allowed in." He turned back to the mirror-bright finish.
"Thank you." I'll bet she left instructions ... probably seventy years old if she's a day, and she's hoping I'll take my shirt off while I'm working ... these old broads are all alike ... horny as a roomful of sailors on shore leave!
From the corner of his eye, he saw the feeble old servant wobble over to an ancient wall telephone and crank the handle, pressing down a red button on its square black base. Bill laughed cautiously under his breath ... probably calling his druggist for some more heart pills!
He pushed open the heavy wooden gate, lugging his tool box and managing a balancing act with the extension-type pool skimmer and vacuum. It took him a moment to see her as the sun caught him full-on in the eyes ... when she came into focus, it was hazily, her voluptuous curves partially hidden by the late-afternoon sun.
"Come on in and shut the gate ... Higgins gets apoplectic when he sees me like this," the beautiful blonde purred. She was stretched across an expensive chaise, her rich-girl tresses spilling over the sides of the padded mattress ... and she was completely naked!
Bill did a double and then a triple take, looked away and coughed nervously. He had seen a lot of things on this job, but this was too much ... she could have stepped off the centerfold pages of Playboy or Penthouse!
"Uh ... is it all right for me to be here?" he managed, his voice cracking to his chagrin. "I mean ... I could come back another time."
She lifted her head and looked at him and he stared back ... a kind of potent animal magnetism seemed to pass between them like radiant energy. Bill was almost afraid to let his imagination run away with him. He had been warned that this job could go to a man's head ... or to his crotch. And guys who fell prey to designing wives found themselves on the unemployment line ... if they were lucky.
"C'mon in ... there's nothing like the present. And don't worry about my husband getting annoyed. He's asleep in his study ... with his brandy. Where he is every afternoon. And that door ... well, it could be locked if you're worried." She smiled thinly, but there was a wealth of hidden suggestion behind it and BUI felt his cock harden under his workpants.
He smiled as enigmatically as he could manage and threw the lock on the door behind him. They were effectively walled from the outside world, with just one pair of shuttered windows overlooking the pool area from the main house. She saw him looking at them.
"That's my bedroom ... and my husband never goes in there." Her legs parted almost imperceptibly. "Never ... not even at night." Her voice seemed to richen and Bill could feel the heat of her ripe full nakedness from where he stood a dozen feet away. She was not a day over thirty-five, with the body of a twenty year old, tanned all over except the pink half-dollar-sized rounds of her nipples. And she was beautiful ... breathtakingly beautiful.
She looked him over with cool, calculating calmness as casual as though she were fully clothed instead of completely naked. "You're new on this route ... what happened to, uh, Harry?"
A flash of memory burst into Bill's thoughts-that's why the SOB. was reluctant to take that promotion out to Eden Valley! He didn't want to leave this behind!
"He's gone ... he got promoted," Bill said, trying to match her coolness word for word.
"And you're going to take his place ... permanently?" she purred.
"Maybe ... what did you have in mind?"
She winced at his insubordination-this was supposed to be her show and she did not like being upstaged. "Don't be too sure of yourself, big boy. You haven't proved anything to me yet."
"What's to prove? I'm here to clean the pool ... unless there was something else you wanted?" He grinned boyishly, showing his white teeth.
"Yes," she answered, a wicked smile playing across her naturally moist lips. "I'd like you to fuck me."
At the call from Higgins, W.F. Crosby Senior left his comfortable Shane's chair in his walnut-paneled study and hurried as fast as his sixty-one years would allow to the corner bedroom suite his wife of less than a year occupied. He knew all the stories she had spread about him-the servants were faithful indeed after all these years, and nothing much was said or done on the Crosby estate without his knowledge.
This serviceman was a newcomer and Crosby hoped he would be as exciting to watch as the last one. That Harry fellow was a bit crude, but he offered an afternoon's entertainment cheaply enough ... with the binoculars he always took when he peered through the shutters down to the pool below!
He seated himself next to the windows and opened the shutters just enough to rest the binoculars on the most convenient space between them. He twirled the focus knob until his wife's voluptuous body was clearly in focus.
He could see the look in her eyes, the licking of her lips ... and he knew what he was in for. Another afternoon watching his young wife screw some half-witted serviceman silly!
CHAPTER TWO
Bill was still standing with his mouth open, slack-jawed at the wanton boldness of the pretty young married woman's urgent proposition. She was incredibly beautiful in an unusually sensuous way, and it was not just her sunbathing nudity that accounted for it ... she had a kind of magnetic attraction, almost a musky lure about her that made it near-impossible to turn her down.
He thought of his job, how well it was going, and how quickly he would be canned if word of this leaked back to the sales office. They wouldn't hear of any hanky-panky, for it would just take one irate husband spreading the word at the country club and they would be out of business. None of the executives in town would dream of buying one of their expensive pools if they suspected the servicemen would be after their lonely wives!
But still ... there was that unearthly attraction this young blonde with such a gorgeous, available body possessed, this attraction that muddled his thoughts and made it difficult to be rational.
"What's the matter, big boy? Cat got your tongue?" she purred, her own soft pink tongue sensuously swiping over her lips.
Bill laughed nervously, glancing around almost as if he expected an irate husband and a pair of private eyes to jump from the neatly-trimmed tropical foliage that surrounded the custom-built pool.
"No ... my tongue's all right," he winked. "But I'm not that certain about what you said ... What happens if your ol' man comes running in?"
The beautiful blonde laughed, and when she did, her naked suntanned breasts rose and fell excitedly. "My husband? Shit, lover, he hasn't run anywhere in twenty years! Unless he might have run off to count his money once or twice! C'mon, baby ... that is, if you're man enough." She cocked her head to one side and let her eyes slide down his sleek, muscled young body, mentally undressing him. Bill could actually feel the heat of her intense stare.
He looked up at the closed and shuttered windows on the second floor, the only ones with a view of the pool.
"Go ahead ... lock the gate. Then we'll be absolutely alone. None of the servants would dare disturb me here," she purred like a gorgeous feline in anxious heat.
Bill closed the latch on the redwood gate and started toward her, his libido rising as he saw the voluptuous nakedness of her beautiful unloved body beginning to come alive in anxious anticipation. He reached the side of her chaise lounge and he leaned over her, still in his uniform, gazing down at the crinkly, swelling tips of her nipples, her deliciously curvaceous breasts. And down further along the trim, well-maintained curve of her body, the light brown fleece of her pubic vee ... and the moistened, quivering lips of her pussy there between her slightly-splayed thighs!
He started to kiss her but she stopped him with her upraised hand, a mischievous gleam in her soft blue eyes. "Not yet ... first you take that uniform off. I want to see what I'm getting ... I'm a comparison shopper and I never take second best." She winked impishly at him ... it was a snide remark he wouldn't have taken from most women, but with this one he felt differently. So it was a free show she wanted, huh ... well, he'd show her! He knew his well-hung equipment was nothing to be ashamed of and it would be worth it just to see the look on her face when she got a look at it all hard and stiff!
"Okay, baby," he leered down at her, his eyes taking in the full expanse of her unashamed nakedness. "We'll play it your way."
He smiled down at her and, taking one last furtive glance around, he started to undress. First, his shirt, exposing the well-muscled strength of his working man's chest ... and then his work pants and jockey shorts. Her eyes never left his body for an instant. There was no fake modesty or shyness with this gorgeous, sexy creature ... she knew what she wanted and she wasn't ashamed to show it!
When his pants dropped to the concrete pool deck and he stepped out of them, kicking off his loafers and pushing his socks off with his big toe, she murmured approvingly and a long, low moan rumbled from her throat.
"Mmmmm ... nice, honey," she breathed deeply, extending one hand to lovingly caress the long, thick flesh of his penis. It throbbed under her gentle, loving touch and swelled into full, jutting erection ... a man-sized hardness any guy would have been proud of.
She touched it cautiously with her other hand, extending her arm across her full, tantalizing breasts; her two hands encircled the thick, turgid pole of his erection and she stroked it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between her palms as his prick swelled into full, virile hardness.
"I ain't ever had any complaints," he said with a confident smirk, his hands on his naked hips, his pelvis stuck slightly out, and his cock warmly cradled in the married woman's grip.
Her legs parted a little more and he could easily see in the tree-filtered sunlight the beaded moistness that -rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina. When her legs opened wider, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into eager openness ... Man, was she ever a cock-hungry piece! She was just aching for it ... aching for a long hard hunk of prick between her legs!
Bill crawled cautiously onto the double-sized chaise beside her and reached a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks. He was less than surprised to find she had the pert skin tautness of a young girl-she was clearly the kind of rich woman who kept her body in shape, quite possible because it was the most priceless asset she could claim that was truly her own.
She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed as she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his. He kissed her and she responded like the high-school tramp out for a drive-in gang bang ... her mouth opened around his and her lips ground into his teeth as her tongue searched furtively down his throat.
Her hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between their reclining bodies and firmly gripped the one thing she needed most ... his long, hard dick!
Bill moaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her arousedly, answering her fervent soul-kiss with one of his own. He felt strangely excited ... not in years had the simple act of kissing aroused him so ... perhaps it was her hand on his prick that made the difference!
Suddenly he knew just how badly he needed her, how much he wanted to fuck this gorgeous married woman. He had a wife of his own, every bit as pretty as this cunt and maybe prettier ... but that seemed not to matter now. He had to have her! Karen would just have to forgive him ... and if she didn't, to hell with her!
The naked blonde eagerly squirmed her sweet-smelling feminine body frantically against the slender, muscled expanse of his working-man's body. Her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth from exercise and expensive spas, ground against his and he could feel her rising heat, like a consuming fever, burning, frantically in her loins.
Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his cock shot up between them as if it had a homing-device built in ... eagerly in search of the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those soft, trembling thighs! Her arms went around him and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back ... her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked blonde beauty.
"Mmmmm, lover ... you're so big and hard! God, I can't wait a second longer, darling! Stick that big thing in me ... stick it in my cunt!" she gasped, hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rabid ferocity ... unless she had his cock inside her! Unless she could quench the ardent lust-flames with the gushing bliss of his virile cum!
Her delicate hands seemed to be everywhere at once, hotly searching his hard, muscled nakedness like it was the first man she had seen ... or touched. She touched him all over, feeling the ridges of his muscles, brushing over the hairy patches of his legs and chest, and anxiously squeezing the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks. His cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, pulsing head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her pussy.
She squirmed under his muscled weight like an anxious schoolgirl about to get laid for the first time, her back arching in surprising strength. Wantonly, she wriggled her hand between their bellies and spread apart the pliant pink folds of her pussy to give him greater access to her hotly-steaming slit.
"Lover, hurry ... I can't stand it! I need your cock soooo bad!" She mewled in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving passionate welts of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly clawed him in her rising, furious desire.
He squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over the crinkly-hard peaks of her nipples until her thighs opened wider still, her loins wriggling upward until she had the head of his prick luridly between the soft splayed lips of her twat.
"Hey, that's nice," he mumbled, his cock trembling from the tickling fingers of a hundred curly pubic hairs around its sensitive, lust-bloated head.
She groaned impetuously ... she could stand it not a second longer! Her legs opened until Bill wondered if she was double-jointed, her ankles locked now around his hips as her feet pounded barefoot frustrations on his naked back!
"Ooooohhh, God, come on ... fuck me before I die!" she gasped, her voice richening and cracking with fervent arousal. Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids fluttered as if she were losing consciousness. She was about to cum and he hadn't even fucked her yet!
Bill wanted nothing more than to sink his aching, burning pole of flesh between her thighs and fuck her silly, but she was even quicker than he was in going for his jutting, blood-pulsing cock ... she grabbed it and worked it with a squeal of anxious pleasure between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his dick through the fleecy light brown softness of her pubic curls and into the hot, clasping grip of her cunt!
"Aaaahhhhh ... it's going in me! I can feel it there in my pussy! God, it's even bigger than it looked ... Mmmmm, push it in, lover! Push hard!" she choked, her eyes half open as she looked blankly up at him. It didn't matter that she could barely see his face ... it didn't matter if he was young or old; white, black or yellow ... the part of him that mattered was there between her anxiously-stirring thighs-his big, beautiful hard cock!
He entered her with a single, deep-thrusting stroke ... a hugely-powerful lunge that sank his cock into her upturned pussy with the strength of a dozen men. Like a stallion mounting a whimpering mare in heat. ... he surged into her like a fist into soft sweet butter.
"Oooohhhh! Yessss!" she whimpered animalishly, hissing up at him through clenched white teeth as the taut, rubbery grip of her twat pulled him wantonly into the liquid depths of her belly.
Bill gasped at the ravenous pressure of her surprisingly tight pussy ... the walls closed hotly around the thrusting shaft of his hardened penis like a warm moist fist. He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite pain of her incredible cuntal grip ... she was like a nineteen-year-old virgin!
Deep into her very insides his lust-stiffened erection probed rapaciously; her delicious tightness was so remarkable that he nearly cried out from the strength of her grip. She was one of that rare breed of female with absolute control down there where it mattered ... she had a real, honest-to-God snapping pussy!
His pain quickly subsided in the gushing flood of her pussy-juices, a veritable torrent of warm moist lubrication that oozed around the thick, pistoning length of his cock and made his entry a lingering moment of pure, unbridled bliss!
Less than fifteen minutes ago, he did not even know this woman existed ... and now he was fucking her with every inch of his hard, manly prick, her nakedness beneath him mewling and writhing with the frenzied, hurtful passions of a wanton college coed getting it for the first time.
She gurgled and grunted with every thrust of his long, stiff prick; her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling after-shocks of his deep-thrusting fucking as her skin shivered with the strength of their adulterous lovemaking.
She was in pain ... that rapturous, secret pain that only a woman will ever know, the agonizingly delicious pain of being fucked! Bill enjoyed with a trace of sadistic relish his ability to hurt this beautiful, country-club bitch so easily ... all it took was an extra-powerful thrust of his long hard cock, the vicious flick deep inside her, and she was like soft putty in his arms. He could do anything to her, hurt her, make her scream ... and she was powerless to answer with any pain of her own. It was woman's eternal curse, perhaps a relegation from the original sins of the Garden ... naked in the arms of a man, she was always the slave and man was always her master! It was the way of the universe!
His breath coming deeply and hurriedly, Bill pushed down hard with all his virile strength and she met him with surprising vigor, pushing up against him with such anxious furor that they both nearly toppled from the chaise lounge. She grunted and moaned with demoniacal frenzy, like a woman possessed of the devil himself ... and this firm, muscled young man was her own private incubus!
He cursed silently under his breath when a tree limb moved in the wind, momentarily obscuring his view, but he was able to shift enough in his chair to regain the vantage he wanted ... looking almost right down on his unfaithful wife and the pool serviceman.
You always were a slut, he spat down at her.
But it's been my nature to make the best of life's adversities, even this. You think you're pulling the wool over my eyes with your poolside escapades, but I'm smarter than you, Caroline ... I've always been and I always will be!
Go ahead, tramp and let him fuck you! I enjoy it ... it's all the sex I get these days! Don't hold back ... show him your whole repertoire, I don't mind!
The middle-aged Crosby reached under his velvet robe and opened his undershorts with one hand, still peering excitedly through the expensive German binoculars. His fist closed around the fleshy, soft length of his prick and he began to slowly, rhythmically, pump it up and down ... he felt it begin to stiffen, just as it always did when he watched his unfaithful wife in the act with her serviceman boyfriends.
He laughed softly as his cock surged into full, potent erection ... Oh, you stupid cunt! You think I can't even get it up any longer. I just won't get it up for you! I don't want to fuck you, you slut! Let these stupid clods do it for me ... I wouldn't soil my dick by touching you now! Now, now ... not ever!
But he made a mental note to have Higgins do some checking on this one. Harry, the last of Caroline's Paramours, had been unfortunately single and unattached ... but maybe this time it would be different. Maybe that long-dormant plan could be put into action, he smiled to himself.
Go ahead, you dumb muscle head ... I may get the last laugh yet!
They thrashed about on that shaky chaise lounge like a pair of mating salmon in some cold-water mountain stream, their bodies fused as one by the lascivious heat of their forbidden passion.
Bill smiled down at her lust-contorted face, still beautiful despite the agonized grimace of rising desire that twisted her features into a mask of absolute surrender. She was close to the brink of her screaming, back-scratching orgasm, he grinned. His virile, muscular young body was sweat-soaked, the tiny rivulets of perspiration dripping from the hollows and crevices of his legs and torso and oozing onto the naked married woman's tingling flesh.
He pumped up and down like a sex-machine, a deep-thrusting rhythm of long hard strokes, every one boring to the hilt in her upturned crotch, pushing hard into the tight, moist grip of her cunt until his balls slapped lewdly into the smooth hairless cleft of her buttocks and his pelvis ground salaciously against the soft pink flesh of her nakedly-splayed pussy!
Bill could feel her ecstatic climb to the pinnacle of her wanton climax ... he could feel her body tauten, every muscle, every pore, attuned to this wild, devastating ascent ... another few seconds and she would be a screaming, scratching demon in his arms!
She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her smooth thighs, opening and closing them scissor-like as she matched his piled river cock-thrusts ounce for ounce with the upthrusting fervent flesh of her crotch. She ground hotly against his hard muscular virility. Her moans had degenerated into a hoarse muffled gasp as she struggled to keep from screaming lest the servants hear. But it was increasingly difficult as the time-bomb of her passion ticked toward the moment that was only seconds away ... her naked, writhing orgasm!
And then...!
"Unnggghh ... don't stop ... that's it, lover! Hard, harder!" she gasped, her eyes suddenly popping open wide as if a thousand volts had been sent through an electric line to her sensitive, squirming twat.
She choked back the scream that hung in her throat and Bill grinned sadistically as he saw her face flush with color, almost purplish, as she held back the jarring, satisfying yell that he knew she needed. He grabbed a quick, furtive breath and stepped up the powerful, lust-stirring pace of his fucking ... his cock was pumping in and out of her flowered pussy-lips now so fast that it seemed to heat up from the lascivious friction!
"Yes, yes ... I'm cumming! I'm ccccuuuummmmiinngg!" she gasped, louder than she wanted to, but still managing to hold back the scream she ached to empty from her lungs. Her knees pulled so far back that her toes curled in his longish dark hair and she impishly toyed with his ears as she giggled hysterically beneath him in that babbling, mindless aftermath of her wild, savage orgasm. She shook convulsively, gasping and choking for what little air she could manage, and every single spasm of her naked, sweat-soaked body sucked another deep thrust from his still-rigid cock.
Bill slowed his ravishing pace mercifully, sensing that the beautiful married blonde would be climbing the walls if he didn't. She shook and shuddered in the after-shocks of her adulterous orgasm, her arms and legs still locked around his firm youthful hardness.
"Mmmmmmm ... you're too much, lover! I'm a lump of jelly and you're still as hard as a rock! What a cock, darling ... I love it, I just love it!" she exclaimed, her voice tremoring with girlish excitement.
Bill tried to look nonchalant, still on his elbows and knees over her, his pipe-hard prick between her upturned thighs. He gave it a playful throb and felt her belly tighten around the deep-burrowed thickness of his erection.
"Ooooohh, honey ... take it out and lie down here," she whispered, her voice rich and husky with feminine passion. "No, I've got a better idea ... sit here beside me and watch!"
Bill levered upward and felt his stiffened rigidity slip from her taut cuntal wetness with a reluctant plop!
"Wow, it's still hard as a brick!" she giggled as he swung his weight off of her and rested his feet on the concrete poolside patio, sitting on the edge of the chaise lounge. She squirmed out from under him and jumped up with surprising energy, vibrant and misted with a fine glistening sheen of perspiration ... buoyant with the exuberance of sated desires.
She crawled off the chaise lounge and dropped to her knees between his legs ... only then did Bill realize what she planned as a surprise for him, and his cock tightened in throbbing anticipation as he knew she was going to suck his cock! This beautiful rich married woman was going to give him a blow job!
The naked blonde ogled the steel-hard erection that stood up between his muscular thighs like an extra leg. Her fingers began to caress it lovingly like it was an ivory hand-carved work of priceless art. She stroked it anxiously, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she stared at the tiny slit in the bulbous, blood-engorged head as if it was an eye and she was hypnotized by its unblinking stare. She rolled the thick, fleshy foreskin back and forth, groaning with animalish excitement as she saw the bluish veins along the seven-inch pole of virile maleness pulse and quiver with lust-heated blood!
She stroked it and fondled it lovingly until Bill groaned with the tautening pain of lust-swollen balls ... God, if she doesn't suck it soon, I'm gonna' explode!
His hair-matted loins began to work back and forth, his buttocks rising off the edge of the lounge as she pulled and drew on the hard, pulsing length of his manly erection, her small gentle hands everywhere at once ... along the stiffened thickness of his cock, cradling the swollen, sensitive orbs of his testicles, tenderly caressing the leathery sack of his scrotum, the wispy hairs tickling her palms.
Then, with a giggle of aroused eagerness, she pushed her head between his muscle-ribbed thighs and salaciously licked the bulbous, purplish head of his cock with her small pink tongue.
Bill gasped aloud and shivered involuntarily as his prick jerked into full aching erection, moistened now with the combined wetness of her pussy-juices and the warm saliva from her tongue and lips.
The naked blonde, kneeling between his legs, moaned as if she had been starved for days and was now offered a royal banquet ... seven inches of hard, hot cock!
She worked her glistening pink lips down along the turgid pole of virile rigidity, drawing her ovaled mouth over his cock like a tight condom. The warmth of her clasping lips and tongue enclosed his prick in a fervent pressure of arousal that made him shudder again and again with exquisite rippling shock-waves of desire. Her tongue swirled heatedly around his erection in a gesturing effort of utter abandon!
Bill groaned anxiously and shoved his cock deeply down her throat, expecting her to gag and pull away as his wife always did when she attempted this, but to his bug-eyed amazement ... she took it all!
This was no amateurish attempt at nibbling, something half-hearted to satisfy her need to bring him off ... this was the real thing, fellatio as it was meant to be! The kind of performance you'd pay a whore twenty dollars for, but never get the real emotion this naked married blonde was obviously experiencing ... she wanted his cock, she wanted to eat him alive!
Bill groaned loudly as the encasing wet warmth of her mouth closed tightly around his prick, like a warm fist drenched in butter ... Man, what a cock-sucker! I could bottle this and make a fortune!
He looked down at her delicious nakedness, her large firm tits bobbing and squirming as she worked frantically between his wide-splayed legs. The insides of his thighs rubbed incitingly over the sides of her head as her mouth worked hungrily up and down the full, hardened length of his cock. He could see it all happening ... the soft pinkness of her lips tautly ovaled around the thickness of his prick in an expression of cock-hungry lust as old as time!
She rubbed the swollen, sperm-laded orbs of his testicles with her opened palms; he could feel their weight throbbing anxiously as they rested in her hands. They were swollen inhumanly, bloated with the pressure of his yet-to-come orgasm ... and he knew that in seconds, they would pump their viscous load right down this rich broad's cock-sucking gullet!
He pushed hard into the ovaled softness of her mouth and gasped in cock-hard astonishment as she swallowed and let the head of his prick slide down her throat! She took it without choking, the muscles of her throat constricting deliriously around the thickness of his erection. She breathed wheezingly through her flared nostrils, her lips ovaled to the breaking point around his cock ... and the lascivious sensation of fucking right into this rich married broad's throat brought him off.
Bill's head went back and he grunted once, his pelvis shuddering like a tree in the wind, and his bloated balls began to pump like a pair of tiny engines, gushing the thick, sticky rush of semen up and along the pole of virile flesh that was so deeply imbedded down her ravaged throat passage. He felt the white-hot torrent ripple down the length of his cock and explode from the end like a hail of scatter-shot from a shot gun barrel.
The gushing viscous spurts ricocheted down her gullet, swirling hotly down into her belly as she swallowed again and again, milking his still-hard cock with exquisite pressure until every drop of his cum was swirling thickly in her belly.
She lifted her head finally from between his thighs, licking the last of his semen from the rubbery head of his cock with a quick swipe of her tongue.
"You're all right, handsome. I like a man who can stay with it. None of that five-second quickie crap for me," she purred, looking up at him with the glazed look of a satisfied woman. "I hope we'll be, uh, seeing a lot of each other. When are you coming again?"
Bill laughed down at her. "Not for a few more minutes, that's for sure!"
"Oh, silly ... I didn't mean that kind. When are you scheduled to make another service call?"
"Well, I think your husband is signed up for one each week, but we do come as often as twice a week if the customer requests it."
"Mmmm, this customer certainly requests it, lover." She stood up, putting her weight on his knees until she could stand without swaying. She Was misted with a gleaming sheen of perspiration and looked like something he remembered from high school ... a statue of a goddess he had seen on a field trip to the state art museum.
She motioned to the pool. "I'm gonna take a swim, care to join me?"
Bill shook his head. "I'd better get going ... I'm behind schedule already."
"But I'll see you again soon?"
"Honey, you'd better believe it! The sooner the better!"
As Bill splashed clean with the pool water and started to dress, a shuttered window slowly closed, unseen by either of the exhausted young lovers at poolside. And behind that window, a man Bill Hodges had never seen was working out the details of a plan ... a plan for delicious revenge!
He reached for the locked gate but suddenly turned to where the naked blonde languidly floated in the pool.
"I'll check the pump and the filter in the pump house ... but before I leave, I almost forgot ... I don't know your name!"
She laughed so hard she had to turn over to keep from sinking. Sputtering with pool water in her pretty nose, she called to him as he left. "Caroline ... Caroline Crosby!"
CHAPTER THREE
Karen glanced at her wristwatch-nearly an hour before Bill could possibly be home. She switched off the television and went into their bedroom, anxious to get something off her mind ... something that had been bothering her all day and now was like a knife-blade in her guts, twisting and tearing at her flesh.
The pretty, slender redhead pushed her hair back behind her ears as she pawed through Bill's undershorts and socks drawer, in search of the Danish magazine she knew he secreted there. She kept glancing back over her shoulder, an act of unconscious apprehension, until finally she found it. Remembering exactly the position so she could return it without Bill suspecting it had been disturbed, she took it carefully with her to the bed and stretched out beside the multi-color large magazine. It was called Cross-Color Sex ... a book a friend of her husband's had brought him from Copenhagen, and it was filled from page to page with full, exciting photographs of two black guys and a couple of exquisitely beautiful Danish blondes, in every imaginable act of sex, and a few the young redhead could not imagine!
Damn that husband of mine, she cursed under her soft breath as she thumbed through the arousing photos ... II he'd spend less time on that job of his and more on me, I wouldn't have to get my kicks from a magazine! It's been over two weeks ... Darn it, I'm still young, I'm just twenty-five, and I need a man more often than that! He's lucky I haven't started flirting with the mailman or something ... instead of this!
The skillfully photographed tryst was supposed to be the picture-story of a couple of Danish schoolgirls who meet a pair of Negro American soldiers on leave in Copenhagen. There were captions beneath some of the pictures-in Danish and German-but Karen didn't need a dictionary to know what was going on. There were a few shots of the foursome in a bar, then walking through Tivoli with the summer crowds around them ... and then the action really got under way in an unnamed forest glade.
Karen felt the tingling itch of her own unrequited passions begin to taunt her, burning between her slender girlish thighs like a hot flame held close to her loins. She was wearing her favorite daytime attire, a pair of cut-off jeans and an old shirt of Bill's, she slowly unzipped the faded denim jeans as she turned the page with her other hand ... undressing just as the two beautiful young Danish teenagers did in the color photos.
She pushed her jeans over her flaring hips and wriggled out of them, tugging them down her long smooth legs and kicking them off at the ankles.
There was nothing but smooth skin beneath her jeans, as she wore no panties with her shorts while puttering about the apartment. She inhaled a quick breath as her fingertips lightly searched the reddish fleece of her pubic vee for the moist deepening slit of her pussy.
She looked longingly at the photographs, watching the lust-stirring sequence unfold through the pages as the two young Danish blondes stripped to their girlish soft nakedness. Karen let her mind wander, unfettering her fervent imagination as she had before with this same picture-book ... she could hear and feel the photos coming to life as she turned the pages ... they took on an unreal exuberance of their own and Karen's breath began to come in short, shallow gasps as she rubbed the mound of her mons veneris with the opened butt of her palm.
Skynd Demi Skynd Demf the girls were shouting in the stirring scenario Karen's imagination brought to life ... Hurry up! Hurry up!
The two black soldiers could hardly believe their good fortune, not having dared swallow all the stories they had heard back at their, base in Germany. Stories about these Scandinavian woman and their innate curiosity about black-skinned men ... it was more than an idle fantasy, it was almost a fetish with these Danes and Swedes!
The two beautiful girls, not a day over seventeen, stretched out invitingly on the soft summer grass. Their legs spread apart in unmistakable hunger as the two soldiers stripped their civilian off-duty clothes.
"Mmmmm ... yes, the legend is true," one of them softly enunciated in perfect schoolgirl English. "You are ... so big! I have never seen such a thing!"
The black men dropped to their knees as if their next move were rehearsed, lowering their heads between the Danish blondes' slender teenager's legs. A chorus of moans and gasps rose from the two young girls as the wispy curls of the black men's afros teased over their bellies.
"Aaaawww, yes, yes, darling!" the closest girl moaned tremulously as the Negro's thick pink tongue splayed through the thin, sparse curls of her blonde pubic hair, and parted the dew-moist folds of her vagina in one laving swipe.
Karen turned the page again ... the closest girl to the camera was on her knees, the big, well-muscled black kneeling tight up behind her ... the camera moved in for a breath-taking closer look and Karen felt her heart racing in her chest as she heard the girl's frantic screams in the echoing silence of her own mind...!
"God, yes! Yes! Hurt me! Hurt me, my big black stud!" she cried, and then a few words of unintelligible Danish, words you wouldn't find in a traveler's phrasebook. And then ... Ja, Jaaaaaa!
Karen's hand was between her thighs, feverishly rubbing, palm down, over the hummock of her pussy, hotly insinuating her own fingers over the fervent mound of her cunt ... her legs scissored open and closed in a lustful rhythm of naked desires as she turned the page again.
The black men worked like a pair of dark-skinned demons from the bowels of hell, their hands tightly gripped over the dangling, jiggling mounds of the teenagers' boobies. Their thigh muscles tensed incredibly as they fucked the girls mercilessly, long deep strokes that bored hotly into their cock-hungry white bellies. Tears streamed from the girls' eyes as they reached their climaxes almost as one, and then went past it ... into another screaming ecstatic orgasm, and another still!
And when the book was at last finished, the pages shaking as Karen anxiously flipped them open ... there were the two girls, exhausted and soaked with their own perspiration and the dripping salty sweat of the blacks ... and the two soldiers were still hard, grinning broadly as they stood over the girls, holding their still-erect pricks like huge black swords until they knelt over the blonde teenagers, their buttocks pressing down over the soft mounds of their girlish tits ... and the girls sucked their cocks! They sucked them until they came down their throats and the gushing thick rush of their sperm trickled and oozed from their lips and dribbled obscenely from their chins and onto their necks! Ja! Ja! Ja!
Karen's legs were straight up in the air over her, her bare feet waving frantically as both her hands worked feverishly between her nakedly-splayed thighs. She had the pinkish moist folds of cuntal flesh parted with the fingers of one hand, the other one busily caressing the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris.
"Unngghhh ... unngghh...." She chanted mindlessly, the photo-book closed now and forgotten as she soared in her own private fantasies, imagining herself in the place of those pretty Danish girls, just her and two huge, glistening cocks to take away this burning hunger in her belly!
Suddenly, she started to come ... groaning and cursing between clenched teeth, she rolled the oily marble of her clitoris between her fingers, fast-pumping it as her crescendo of orgasmic intensity swelled to a pinnacle of grunting crying ecstasy and then blissfully subsided.
She dozed off, her hands still between her thighs, smiling as she reminisced about the old days of her four-year marriage, the days when Bill used to take off early from his job just so they could have time for an extra round of lovemaking before they ate dinner. Reminiscing about how he always came through the front door with a hard-on, a hard-on just for her! And how they sometimes couldn't make it to the bedroom in their frantic passion, ripping and tearing at each other's clothes-and how he liked to push her down over the coffee table, a pillow beneath her breasts as he kneeled on the carpet and fucked her deliciously from behind ...!
Oh, Bill, the job just isn't worth it! I know we need the money and I know you want to save for your own business, but I need you too ... God, how I need you! I need you to fuck me, Bill ... fuck me like you used to! I'm a real, live woman, Bill and I need it ... I need it bad!
CHAPTER FOUR
Ol' Hard-Ass Akins was waiting for him when he parked his pickup and hauled his gear out of the bed. He was standing by the door of his air-conditioned office, his arms crossed like an irritated schoolmarm about to deal with an errant fifth-grader.
Bill hated his boss with the kind of intensity that brought the bile up from his guts every time he had to cross words with him. First of all, he was a pansy ... a real raving queer, and there was little Bill Hodges hated worse than slobbering fairies. He didn't really care what a guy's sexual preferences were as long as he was a man about it-working with a couple of fags on his last job had taught him that there were all types of homosexuals. But Jason Akins was the worst kind and Bill had to swallow his pride and swallow hard every time he saw the queer son-of-a-bitch coming.
"It's about time, Hodges," he simpered. "I thought you'd taken your vacation early." He looked at his watch emphatically, as if Bill should take that as his cue and start making excuses. Only if that was what Akins wanted, he didn't know Bill Hodges as well as he thought.
Bill looked past him and winked at his private secretary, Claire, who was at her desk inside, a big grin of amusement on her pretty face.
"What's eating you this time, Akins? I'm hardly a half hour late ... and I finished all I was assigned. So what's the beef?" Bill stood close to him, not too close, but enough for his boss to feel the full strength of six-and-a-quarter feet of real man towering over his five-five skinny frame. Bill would never have hurt him beating up on fags was not his style-but he did get a kick out of watching the old queen squirm. He never knew whether it was fear or passion that made the balding, flabbish man break out in a sweat every time he was around.
"Nothing's eating me," he smiled thinly, emphasizing the double-entendre for Bill's enjoyment. "But Mr. Crosby called."
"Crosby?" Bill answered. That cocksucker! How did he find out?
"Uh, what did he want? Didn't I do a good job on his pump? I even took the filter off and washed it." Bill was getting nervous but he tried not to show it-if ol' Crosby had the goods on him, it would finish him in this business. He could kiss goodbye any hopes of a pool service of his own once the story got around to the other husbands!
"He didn't say anything was wrong ... he just wanted to know your name and why the old serviceman was no longer on the job. I was hoping you might have some idea why he called."
"He didn't sound mad?"
"Should he have been?" Akins re-crossed his thin arms.
Bill breathed a slow, easy sigh of relief; Akins was incapable of bluffing. If Crosby had said anything, it would be all out in the open now and Akins would be spluttering like a beheaded chicken.
"No ... I did a good job like I always do. He's a fussy ol' cocksucker." He paused at the word and let his boss stew on it a moment. "I mean, with that money and those servants and all, I suppose he just wanted to check up on me, that's all. Is there anything else?" Bill turned to leave without waiting for a reply. Akins started to say something but broke it off and went back into his office retreat, muttering under his breath and waving his limp wrists in the air.
Bill stored his gear and got into his economy car for the freeway drive home, switching the radio on to a country and western station that was his favorite.
He felt good-in more ways than one. And satisfied-also in more ways than one. Jason Akins was put back in his place. His savings account was growing all the time, ever closer to his own pool maintenance service and the opportunity to run Akins and his kind out of business. And there was Caroline-that was something a man couldn't forget.
He felt his cock harden inside his pants, stiffening along the inside of his hairy thigh as he zigged and zagged through the late afternoon traffic. Already he was counting the days until he would have an excuse to call on that Crosby broad again.
Damn, I can't walk in like this! Karen'll know I've been up to something! She'd cut me off at the knees if I walked in with this hard-on!
He pushed it down with the heel of his hand. He was still pushing it down when he drove into the apartment complex parking lot.
But he was spared the problem-Karen was sound asleep on their bed when he let himself in. He thought it was sort of odd that she wasn't wearing any pants, but figured it was the hot weather and covered her with a light blanket and helped himself to a beer.
She woke herself up a little past seven, scurrying on pretty bare feet into the living room to apologize for being asleep when he got home.
"Oh, that's all right," he waved benevolently. "What's for dinner?"
"Spare ribs ... I'll just have to heat them up," she said, tugging up her cut-off jeans, her face turned so that her husband could not see the reddish streaks of embarrassment that criss-crossed her pink cheeks. She had awakened to find the Danish magazine still close to her on the bed, though part of her pillow covered it ... Had he seen it? She guessed not, since he. had said nothing so far.
She hurried into the kitchen to prepare their dinner, breathing fast and furiously as she thanked a dozen gods for being sneaked past this close one ... she'd have to set the alarm next time in case she dozed off again. That is, if there was a next time. Maybe I won't have to do that again. Maybe Bill will take care of it for me!
But she knew better. After dinner, he excused himself and went into the second bedroom that they used as a study and began to pore over his figures, and his plans, for the umpteenth time.
Karen sighed and went off to bed ... alone. Always alone.
CHAPTER FIVE
The seven days of waiting he had dreaded suddenly became only two as Akins announced to him the next morning, somewhat grudgingly, that Crosby had switched to a twice-weekly schedule and that he was to call on the Crosbys again Thursday afternoon.
The appointed time came and Bill was straining at the bit, parked a couple of blocks from the Crosby estate, his motor running, as he waited until the right time to announce himself at the gates.
He was there on the money, not a second late or early, much to the astonishment of Higgins, who was clearly surprised to see him there at all.
"I'm expected, Mr. Higgins ... to service the pool."
He sputtered. "I'm aware of that, Sir ... I suppose you can find it on your own this time?" Bill grinned. "Yeah ... I know the way." He opened the gate exuberantly, ready for the warm greeting he expected. Had he guessed right about Caroline Crosby? But the pool was empty. His heart sank when he realized the anticipation had been for nothing.
He went listlessly about the task of servicing the pool and the pump mechanism, silently cursing that rich broad and all her kind. He felt foolish for expecting anything else-after all, she was loaded and beautiful and guys were probably falling all over her day in and day out. Why should she go out of her way to get laid by a guy like him? He was just a pool serviceman, a nobody ... well, crap on her! Who needs her!
He was about to leave when the gate opened suddenly; he turned in surprise and saw her standing there, her bikini on and obviously out of breath.
"Hi ... I almost missed you," she purred, hiking up her bikini top. It was about as little as the law would allow, hardly enough to contain her full, swaying breasts. In fact, her dark tempting nipples peeked over the top like a pair of brown eyes winking at him. The bottom half wasn't much larger, and the soft sparse fleece of her pubic hair could be seen in relief against the wet-look vinyl as it pressed tightly against her pelvis.
"Yeah, I was just leaving. I'm all finished," he muttered, trying to hide the feeling in his voice.
She cocked her head and let her eyes run up and down his lean, clothed torso. "Completely finished? Are you sure?"
He grinned broadly and she closed the door behind her and eagerly reached for the single hook that held her bikini top up. She freed it and the tiny halter sprung from her breasts like it was spring-mounted. She lifted her full, heavy tits and offered them to him, one in each cupped palm.
Bill put his gear down and moved toward her, already unzipping his trousers and fumbling with the buttons on his uniform work-shirt.
"Oh, hurry, darling ... get your clothes off before I scream!"
CHAPTER SIX
Karen had just finished dressing when the phone rang. She looked at the clock on her vanity table-it was too early for Bill to be calling. Maybe somebody selling magazine subscriptions, she chuckled, reaching for the receiver.
Mrs. Hodges ... Mrs. Bill Hodges?
"Yes ... who's this?" she answered cheerily. Their bills were all paid and there was no one she didn't care to hear from.
My name is Crosby. Karen ... You don't know me, but I think we should have a little talk. It's about your husband ... and my wife.
Karen's voice hardened to a cutting edge. "Oh? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. You must have the wrong party."
Oh no ... you're the right one I even know what you look like. Young and pretty, red hair ... you see, I've checked on you these last few days. Now, could we have a little talk.
I'll....
"What is this, Mr. Crosby? Some kind of trick?" she shot back, upset at the implications. "I'm going to hang up and call my husband. He'll...."
He'll do nothing, Karen. You see, he's with my wife at this very moment. And they're both naked, Karen ... I don't have to spell it out for you, do I?
"I ... I ... "
Say nothing, my dear ... There's a car coming for you, a dark blue Rolls Royce. It's my car and my driver, Higgins will be at the wheel. He'll bring you here ... You'll be quite safe, but if you're worried, there's a telephone in the passenger compartment. All you have to do is dial the mobile operator and notify the police if you suspect this is not on the level. I'll see you very soon ... Good-bye.
Karen stood motionless for a long time, staring into the humming telephone receiver as if it were a crystal ball that could give her some answers. Her mouth hung slack and she shook her head slowly from side to side ... was this some kind of cruel joke? Who was this man and how did he know who she was and what she looked like?
Just then there came the rich sound of an expensive air horn from outside in the parking lot. She crossed to the window and looked down on the roof of a luxury limousine ... a baby blue Rolls Royce, just as Crosby had told her.
Without thinking, acting merely on her gut-level instincts, she hurried downstairs and outside to the car. The chauffeur's window was down and people from the other apartments were staring curiously at this expensive sedan that had come for her.
"Uh, I'm...."
"Yes, Ma'am, you're Mrs. Hodges. I was given a description by my employer, Mr. Crosby. Would you get in, please?" he asked, still behind the wheel.
"Oh ... yes. Yes, I'll get in." She glanced around for the telephone; Crosby had been right about that too. There was a multi-channel mobile telephone neatly installed in the right armrest.
God, wherever this dream is taking me ... let's get on with it!
Karen had heard Bill talk of these millionaires' homes, but she had never seen one close up. From the highway they were merely beautiful, but unobtainable, like photos projected on a distant screen.
But here, within the gates, they were like the stuff old movies were made of, the dreams of a nation caught by the balls in a depression. Everything was larger than life, realer than real, and Karen walked about like a kid in her first candy shop, eyes wide and innocently curious.
Higgins drove her to the front door, but she caught a quick, shocking glimpse of Bill's truck parked in back as they drove along the shrub-lined driveway ... My God, what if he was telling the truth? What if Bill really was with his wife ... naked!
"This is Mrs. Hodges. She is expected," Higgins said with perfect English enunciation to an older woman in a maid's attire who greeted them at the front door of the palatial home. She nodded and answered in an accent still laden with French.
"Of course, Mr. Higgins. Right this way, Madame." She stepped aside courteously for Karen to enter and then led the way. Nothing on the outside, despite its richness, could have prepared her for the house's interior.
They first crossed a marble-floored foyer, complete with enormous potted palms and antique wicker furniture. That room alone was larger than their whole apartment. But then came the main room, whatever you called it in a place like this. Living room hardly seemed adequate; it was more like the Grand Salon. Richly paneled in dark, expensive woods, the walls were adorned everywhere with spot-lit oils and luxurious tapestries that looked as if they had come from some medieval castle-and probably did.
There was an enormous staircase curving from left to right, but the maid led her to a tiny elevator beneath the stairs. It was almost like entering a broom-closet, but it worked-in a few seconds they were silently whisked to the bedroom corridor above.
When the doors parted, a gray-haired man, impeccably attired like a clothing ad from Esquire-and old Esquire-greeted her with a warm welcome.
"Good morning, Mrs. Hodges ... welcome to my home. I trust your brief trip here was a pleasant one?" he said politely.
Karen nodded in agreement-it was obvious that he was waiting for the maid to reach the elevator and leave their range of conversation. "Yes ... now, it you could just tell me what this is all about."
Karen took a good look at this man who had so suddenly entered her life. She had heard of him, of course, as had everyone within miles.
Many Sunday afternoons she and Bill had driven along the mountain road, peering down onto the palatial grounds of the Crosby estate and wondered, like a thousand other week-end gawkers, what it was like in that other world.
He was not at all like she had expected-he was much older than she was, but certainly not the dottering old geezer she had imagined him to be. He was actually quite handsome, like a minor-league version of Cary Grant in his later movies.
He escorted her into an elegantly-furnished sitting room; through the opened door she could see the adjoining bedroom. It was a woman's room, obviously, and for a moment she wondered if her husband was in there.
Crosby seemed to sense the bewilderment in her pale green eyes and the look of confusion on her delicate young features.
"We're alone now ... we can talk freely."
Karen glanced again into the adjoining bedroom.
"Oh, no, they're not in there ... Caroline has him down by the pool."
She winced. "You make it sound like she has him on a leash or something."
"Caroline is quite capable of putting any man on a leash ... any man, that is, but me. I've learned her ways and how to cope with them."
"Then your wife is not new to this kind of thing?" Karen inquired nervously, anxious to know the real truth, but afraid of rushing the inevitable. If Bill was with her, she wasn't sure she wanted to see it.
He smiled and a trunk load of painful memories surfaced in his dark eyes. "No, she's done this before ... many times. But let me show you what I mean, Karen, May I call you Karen?"
"C-Certainly ... but what do you mean, 'show me'?"
"In there ... from that window, you can see exactly what is going on and you will understand why I called you."
Karen swallowed ' hard. "But I don't understand. Even if it is true, I mean about my husband. Why did you tell me?"
He laughed warmly and put his hand on her shoulder. Karen liked the feel of it there-it was fatherly and she felt strangely close to this man, like the father she never knew.
"Karen, my wife' is a man-eater of the worst kind. I only stay married to her because a divorce would be so sticky. You see, I have committed a few indiscretions of my own and I know Caroline would throw these up in my face at a divorce hearing. They were nothing like this ... they were not dirty or seedy, but she would make it look that way and the papers would have a field day. I don't know you, Karen, but I know a lot about you. A man in my position has access to a lot of information, some of it legal and some of it not so legal. Anyway, I didn't want to see you become another of Caroline's victims ... she has left behind quite a trail of broken men and wrecked marriages, believe me."
The pretty redhead smiled openly-she felt weirdly comfortable and secure with this man, and it puzzled her. After all, she didn't know him ... this could still be some kind of trick.
But when he motioned her through the bedroom door, she obeyed without hesitation, unsure what she would see or how it would affect her. There, in the half-closed window, was a pair of binoculars attached to a small mount that fastened with a clamp to the window ledge.
"Don't open the shutters any further or they can see us ... just look through the binoculars and 'focus them for your vision ... you can see for yourself why I called you."
Karen leaned close to the mounted binoculars and squinted into the eyepieces, adjusting the center focus knob until the distorted, squiggly images took form. She blinked, then blinked again, a gasp of astonishment hung in her throat like so much bad meat.
"M-My God ... it is Bill! And ... they're making love!" she breathed in disbelieving horror, her hand clutching to her breasts as she stared down at their secret rendezvous in undisguised fascination. It was like watching a gory automobile wreck-she found herself staring at the two of them, unable to look away though her stomach knotted in pain and her mind reeled with the agony of her husband's wanton betrayal.
Finally, she managed to lift her eyes from the binoculars. When she turned to face the husband of the naked blonde who was wrapped sinuously around her man, her eyes were watery with stinging tears.
"There, there ... I didn't mean to hurt you, Karen. I only thought you should know. It isn't nice to be the only one left in the dark, you know."
She managed a thin, wavering smile of gratitude. "Y-Yes ... I know."
He looked around as if searching for something. "Would you like something to drink, Karen? I know it's sort of early in the day, but it might...."
"You don't have to talk me into it," she interrupted. "I would love a drink ... anything as long as there's whiskey in it!"
"Then excuse me a moment ... I'll be right back." He smiled at her tenderly, like an understanding father. Karen felt much better, though the searing memory of what she had glimpsed through the binoculars was still uppermost in her confused thoughts. When he left the room, she found herself drawn to the binoculars again-like a moth to the flame that will destroy it!
Crosby returned with a pair of drinks, cool and inviting in frosted crystal tumblers.
"What's that ... it's green," she said, puzzled.
"A specialty ... chartreuse, and lemon and lime. There's a rather coarse common name for it, but I just call it a chartreuse cooler. It's quite good."
Karen took hers and sipped it cautiously. To her surprise, it was indeed delicious, with hardly an aftertaste of the highly potent chartreuse liqueur that was its base.
"How are the lovers doing?"
Karen blushed. "I looked again ... they're still at it. She's, uh, on top ... if you know what I mean."
The graying millionaire smiled, teeth sparkling. "Of course I do, Karen. Why don't you watch them some more. I think you should know everything, so you can confront the sly devil with the truth when he gets home.
"Oh, I don't know if I could," she said, flinching. "Bill's pretty rough sometimes when he gets angry. He'd really be mad if he knew I was spying on him."
"He'd be mad? I should think it would be more logical the other way around."
"Maybe ... do you think I should?" Karen was already edging toward the binoculars and the peculiarly exciting image of her husband and that naked woman. She peered through the eyepieces again and could clearly see Bill's stiff, jutting erection disappearing deeply inside the naked blonde as she humped up and down on him. He was lying on his back on a chaise longue, his hands on her breasts as she worked slavishly over him. There was a grin of contentment smeared across his face that Karen could see even from here ... a smirking grin of deceit and adultery!
Karen watched with growing interest, her anger and hurt forgotten for the moment as they cavorted in the viewer of her binoculars like a pair of actors in a porno movie ... only this was for real!
The German binoculars were incredibly powerful and Crosby leaned over her shoulder to show her the red button on the bottom ... the power zoom!
"Watch ... we can zoom right in on them. It's like a 3-D movie when you go in close." Karen watched in amazement, wondering how many times this strange, powerful man had sat alone up here in this room, his wife's bedroom, watching her wriggling and screaming in the arms of another man. How many times he had watched his pretty blonde wife come, her legs around a stranger's back, her breasts soft and bruised from another's coarse, ravenous touch.
The zooming-in took her breath away and she nearly took her eyes from the binoculars as suddenly, the double finder was completely filled with naked, sweat-soaked flesh ... her husband's and Caroline Crosby's!
She felt his hand on her shoulder, innocently touching her, and it felt good, as though somehow she could draw on his fantastic strength and power. For this man Crosby was indeed a forceful man, a self-made millionaire from all the stories she had heard ... and just being close to him seemed to bring her some weird and exciting sense of strength.
And when his hand started to move down her back as she leaned over, peering through the binoculars, not one pore of her being cried out to stop him ... it was a natural event, the logical continuation of an innocent caress.
His hand moved over the small of her back and up and along the curvaceous swell of her pert young buttocks. She shivered as she felt his fingers knead delicately the soft girlish flesh of her bottom-cheeks, but she was not moved to dissuade him ... his touch was not repulsive to her; in fact, it felt good there.
Suddenly, his hand darted beneath her skirt as she leaned vulnerably over the window ledge. His fingers tightened around a handful of her warm inner thigh.
"P-Please...." It was less a plea than an encouragement.
"Shhhh ... don't talk, my dear ... just watch through the binoculars," he whispered. Her eyes never left the eyepieces as his hands lowered her white sheer panties and lifted her skirt. She felt her body tingle with forbidden arousal as his fingers touched her in secret, private places ... she was his!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, lover, lover ... it's so deep in me! It's so deep in my belly!" the naked married blonde gurgled, her head flailing from side to side and her hair swirling around her like a misplaced halo. Her breasts wriggled and danced on her chest as she leaned forward for the perfect penetration, his cock was deeply imbedded between the pouting moist lips of her pussy, and every time she worked up and down, it bored deeper, bringing a groan of ecstatic abandon to her throat.
"Pump harder, doll!" Bill called up at her. "I'm about to cum!" His face was twisted into a grimace and his eyes bulged in their sockets.
She leaned further over him until her naked, jiggling tits brushed over his face; his lips closed around one of her dark, dollar-sized nipples and he rolled the crinkly peak between his teeth, playing his tongue over it as she moaned her approval.
His hands went down behind her wildly-humping buttocks and he pulled the fleshy tanned cheeks apart. The blonde groaned shamelessly as he probed between her ass-cheeks, feeling for the tautly-puckered ring of her anus. He found it and pushed a stiffened middle finger into the warm rubbery grip of her rectum.
"Aaaawwww! Yes, yes! Stick your finger in my ass, darling! Stick two fingers in there ... hurt me, hurt me soooo goooodd!"
Bill grunted as he crudely crammed two fingers into the lewdly distended orifice of her rectum; she writhed and spasmed with exquisite pain as he began to pump the two fingers in and out in rhythm with his deeply-impaling cock-thrusts.
"Aaaawwww, yessss ... I'm ... I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" she gasped hoarsely, pushing down hard onto his upraised prick, enveloping the long hard pole with the wet clasping flesh of her cunt.
Bill suddenly choked and breathed out slowly as he felt his long-awaited eruption gush up like a fountain into her belly, sloshing inside her and trickling back down his cock to puddle on his bare pelvis.
Caroline Crosby shuddered again and again, her head bowed and her thighs pressed tightly against the naked man's solid hips.
"Mmmmmmm, darling ... that was wonderful! Hurry and let's do it again!"
"Again? Man, you're somethin' else!"
Caroline winked down at him and climbed down from atop his loins, stretching languorously across his virile chest. She giggled softly as she crawled down his body, kissing his belly and then his navel, and then rummaging in the curly thicket of his abdomen until her lips encircled his flaccid, dripping cock.
Bill groaned as she took the rubbery knob into her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue. Already it was beginning to stiffen again and he knew he would fuck her another time ... and another and another!
Karen shivered as she felt the cool rush of air between her bare legs when the gray-haired man pulled her crisp white panties down to her ankles. She pretended not to be aroused, breathing fast as she watched her husband and Crosby's wife through the binoculars, but suddenly she could keep up the pretense not a second longer ... he kissed her there on the soft pink lips of her twat!
"Mmmmmmm...." She moaned passionately and her nakedly exposed young buttocks started to sway sensuously from side to side.
"Just keep watching, dear. I'll do the rest," he said in a whisper, almost as if the lovers down by the pool might hear.
Karen tried to speak, but her voice was gone, cracked and parched by the tempestuous passions that wracked her lithe young body.
She felt his hands on her slender, milk-white thighs and then the insistence of his thumbs as they moved together down the smooth hairless cleft of her ass. She groaned as his thumbs reached the moist hair-rimmed fleshiness of her cunt, and nearly collapsed from her precarious leaning position as he pulled the pink, moist-edged lips apart. A breath of air surged into her naked, open pussy!
Karen leaned over, nearly losing her delicate balance, but he had a death-grip on her slender thighs, his fingers gripping the soft flesh of her inner legs so tightly that the skin puckered in reddish welts. He leaned close to the treasured pink slit of her pussy, close enough to feel the radiant heat of her aroused femininity on his bare cheek. He chuckled to himself and closed the distance between them ... his own lips puckered to meet her sweet nether mouth!
"Oh! Nooooo!" she blurted as he kissed her fervently on the pouting lips of her vagina. "P-please!" But she shook like a puppy coming in out of the rain and the gray-haired older man knew this delicious young creature was only putting up token resistance ... she wanted him to kiss her there. She wanted him to tongue and lick her pussy until she creamed! She wanted vengeance for what she witnessed through the binoculars!
His hands pushing against the soft white insides of her slender thighs, the older man licked his lips in eager anticipation as he slowly drew apart the ragged pink edges of her pussy with his thumbs. She gurgled arousedly and squirmed more than a little, but still she looked through the binoculars down at her husband and his wife, girlishly pretending that nothing was happening between her own gorgeous legs.
She blushed profusely, her cheeks reddened with shame, but she did nothing to stop him. It was right somehow ... an eye for an eye, a pussy for a pussy!
Karen heard a murmur of approval from behind her as she felt the soft moist lips being spread nakedly apart. Suddenly, he wriggled his long thick tongue into the warm moist fissure of her cunt. Karen groaned again as her own pussy-flesh closed wantonly around the alien invasion of his tongue.
Passion-heated warmth encircled his tongue as her naked cuntal flesh drew him into the wetness of her pussy, deeper and deeper as her lust-twisted loins cried out for relief!
Karen moaned with unbridled shame and humiliation as she heard the rising sound of sucking and licking from between her own widespread thighs. It was sickeningly embarrassing and shameful, but at the same time, it was wildly arousing! She was torn between the last futile urgings of decency that her conscience offered in near-defeat and the hungry cravings of her own womanly passion!
"Oooooohhh ... God, ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered, her thighs spreading even wider as she began to work back against his hotly laving tongue. She moaned with fervent feeling and naked humiliation as his probing tonguetip wriggled into the soft wet depths of her twat, a thousand volts of electricity rushing through her loins at the touch of his lips and tongue there.
Her eyes remained glued to the binoculars and down below, by the pool, she could see Caroline Crosby kneeling over her husband, her lips ovaled around the stiffening pole of his erect cock. She was sucking him and feeling his balls and he was lying back comfortably on the lounge chair, a big grin spreading on his face.
Damn him, damn him! I'll show him! If he can do it; so can I! That's what women's lib is all about ... I'll fix that two-timing rat!
She felt the last defenses of her shattered decency crumble as her naked crotch ground lasciviously against the older man's wildly licking tongue. She could feel him deeply between her legs, his tongue nakedly splaying the pink ragged lips of her cunt and hotly probing into the wet softness of her vagina. She groaned with frantic arousal as his tongue excitingly licked her, and she began to push her naked behind anxiously against his face and lips. She heard the sounds of his laborious sucking and cunnilingal lavings and she felt the rousing heat of her stirring passion as her loins grew hotter and hotter from the frenzied touch of his lips and tongue.
Suddenly ... Oh my God, Oh my God!
"Nnnnggghhh! Yes, yes, lick my pussy! Lick it harder! Harder!" she choked, her pretty young face twisted with anguished lust. She began to shudder, spasming with rippling wave after wave of ecstatic bliss as her orgasm suddenly swept over her with the strength of a rip tide. "I'm cummmmiinngg!"
Again and again she shuddered, shaking as if somehow she could exorcise this hurtful lust from her body, until she collapsed, weak-kneed, gripping the window ledge to keep from falling. She looked back through squinted eyes, still blushing like an adolescent schoolgirl experiencing her first moment of real sexuality.
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened with disbelief as she saw the middle-aged millionaire doubled-over as if in pain, his cock in his hand as it poked from beneath his smoking jacket. He was pumping it wildly, his eyes wild and distended with lust. As Karen watched, his cock exploded in a gush of seething cum ... but not into her belly where she needed it.
Instead, he emptied his balls in a single spurting gush onto the naked girlish flesh of her exposed buttocks. It splattered onto her soft white nether cheeks and dribbled obscenely in a warm rivulet into the unblemished cleft of her ass. She shook her head negatively, disbelieving...!
"No, no!" she cried. But it was too late ... his lust-quenching cock was nothing but a handful of soft flaccid flesh in his grip.
Tears clouded her vision as she peered into the binoculars to avoid facing him. Caroline was on her knees, her breasts resting on the lounge chair, and the young redhead's husband was kneeling behind the voluptuous blonde, his hands gripping her hips as he savagely fucked her dog-style, working so hard that his whole body gleamed with masculine sweat. "No ... no ... no!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was an odd kind of sixth-sense sensation awaiting him as he opened the front door, still in his work clothes. Something he could not define or even clearly sense ... but it was apparent that something was wrong.
Karen was in her favorite chair, as usual. And the TV was tuned to her favorite late-afternoon celebrity quiz show, also as usual. But there was where the familiarity ended with a bang.
There was an iciness in the room he could have hacked apart with an axe if he'd had one.
"Karen? Are you all right?" he asked cautiously, not knowing if her famous redhead-temper was close to exploding. Karen was calm enough most of the time, but when she blew her cork heaven help anyone in throwing range!
"No, Bill ... nothing." She said only that, nothing more, but it was readily apparent that just the opposite was true. Something was wrong, all right ... and Bill Hodges knew he would soon find out!
He took another step, close enough to her now to touch her, but she was the first to move. Karen smiled thinly up at him and then tugged unexpectedly at his zipper. He gasped in astonishment as she reached inside his pants and yanked his soft, rubbery prick out into the open.
"Wha-What the hell!"
"Just checking, honey ... I was worried you might need some liniment. You know ... something for the teeth-marks!" Her words were carefully chosen and enunciated, but there was a seething undercurrent of anger that appeared about to erupt. Bill knew enough to watch his step when Karen was like this!
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, his cock already stiffening in his wife's grip.
She squeezed his prick tightly in her fist and looked up at him with cold flashing eyes, her redhead temper boiling just behind them. "I saw you with that blonde tramp ... Was she that good? Can she suck your cock better than I?"
His jaw dropped and he started to speak, but his pretty young wife leaned close to his belly and slipped his penis over her bottom lip and into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over it, licking it, laving it ... loving it!
"Mmmmm, honey ... I've never seen you like this!" he choked as she swung into a gut-wrenching rhythm, sucking and gulping so hard that his cock physically ached from the super-human exertion.
"Wow, baby ... suck it! Suck it 'til I cream!"
Karen managed a furtive glance upward at her husband's desire-twisted face ... Suck it, huh? I ought a bit" the goddamn thing in half!
But the pretty young redhead knew she would do nothing to hurt her husband; despite his faults, she loved him with a passion that had not slowed since their wedding day. She wriggled out of her shorts, still sucking him so forcefully that he could barely gasp for breath between the hard-pulled slurps of her tongue and lips.
She licked it hotly with her whole pink tongue, swirling it around in the moist oven-like heat of her mouth, her lips stretched painfully around the thick, turgid circumference of his hardened erection.
Bill peered down at his wife, still dumbfounded with shock and surprise, watching as the glistening wetness of his long, gleaming cock slid easily in and out of her mouth, moistened with her bubbly saliva until it looked like polished marble, blue-veined with ribbons of surging blood. Her lips were pulled out with the distended pole of his cock. Pink ridges of soft feminine flesh that clung to the heavy, blood-engorged thickness of his prick only to be crammed back into her mouth as he pushed deeply between her lips.
Karen was out of her shorts, her blouse completely unbuttoned, and he could see the full rich curve of her breasts, her soft young nipples throbbing with the excitement of cock-sucking. She squirmed out of the chair, still sucking him so fervently that he ached from his balls to his navel, and Bill knew what she wanted ... she wanted for herself. She wanted him to eat her pussy ... a little 69!
"Baby, you're hotter'n a firecracker! I can't remember when I've seen you like this!" he exclaimed.
Karen opened her mouth wide around his cock and spoke. Her words were muffled by the hugeness of his prick, but he could hear her easily. "Stop talking and get busy, lover!" the naked slender redhead breathed huskily. "I need you between my legs ... eat my pussy, honey! Tongue and lick it until I scream!"
The slender naked redhead managed to swing herself around and pull her husband down onto her, her lips never leaving his cock for an instant. Even the torturous rhythm of her fellatial expertise remained in perfect tempo ... her lips stretched hugely around the thick, veined hardness of his prick and her tongue swirling round and round it like an ecstatic kid with an all-day lollipop!
He was on his hands and knees now over her, his face moving down the flat smooth plane of her belly to the slight rise of her pubic mound and the sparse wispy curls of her hair. He nosed his way into the sweet-smelling vee and she squirmed excitedly as his tongue made that first mind-blowing contact with the pouting moisture-rimmed lips of her pussy. His tongue lashed into the fleshy soft warmth of her labial slit as she stretched out under him, her lips still hotly encircling the dangling pole of his cock, sucking and pulling at it, milking him for the thick, creamy heat of his ejaculation.
She toyed with his bloated testicles, and though they had been drained dry again and again already today by that vampish blonde, already they ached with the welling surge of yet another load. Karen giggled to herself, knowing how this must hurt him, how sensitive his balls and cock must be after the workout that Crosby blonde gave him!
Karen spasmed, groaning excitedly, as his tonguetip touched the button of her throbbing clitoris. Her legs spread even wider and then she closed them around his head, pressing her naked soft thighs over his ears and trapping his head deliciously between them. She shuddered and shook convulsively as his tongue hotly laved the fully, pouting length of her vagina, spreading the folds of her warm moist cunt like the halves of a sweet, fresh-cooked pastry.
"Ummmmmm ... yes, yes!" she gasped around the thickening hugeness of his dangling cock, her own head held tightly between his hairy legs as he knelt over her. "Lick it, darling! Lick it and make me come!"
Her pelvis squirmed up at his tongue anxiously, her hips working feverishly as her husband tongued mercilessly at the altar of her femininity.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she hummed arousedly around the gagging pole of his cock, but not forgetting to lick it and swirl it deliciously with her soft pink tongue. She could feel his cock swelling incredibly inside the warm fervent grip of her mouth and she sensed the throbbing pulse of his fast-rising passion ... only a few more seconds and he would groan and jerk like a dying man. But it would only be the "little death", the bitter-sweet moment when his cock would spurt warmly down her throat in a gushing torrent of cum!
"Suck it, Karen, doll ... suck it hard now! Suck it hard!" he choked as he felt his wife slow into a steady, rousing tempo ... suck ... pause ... suck ... pause ... now!
"Unnggghh! Goddamn!" he gasped, lifting his tongue from the squirming redhead's naked pussy.
She felt his onrushing jism coming at her like cannon fire, but she reached around his thighs and gripped the sinewy flesh of his buttocks and pulled him down-hard-into her throat.
"Oh, shit! Yeah, yeah!" he spat, his thighs and pelvis quivering as the spurting gush of hot sperm raced along the length of his prick and erupted into her mouth like an opened fire-hydrant. His cum splattered against the back of her bruised throat passage and warmly trickled down her gullet, mingling in her belly with the stirring juices of her day-long arousal. His sperm was like sweet-tasting warm honey and she swallowed it lovingly, licking the odd droplets from his still-throbbing cockhead and gulping it all down into her belly.
Her fingers groped tenderly for the lust-bloated flesh of his scrotum, and her hands lovingly squeezed his balls, gently milking them until all of his hot, viscous sperm was in her throat. Then, and only then, did she let him take his rubbery prick from her mouth.
After a long while, he spoke.
"Karen ... how did you know? I mean...."
"Crosby called me. He took me upstairs to the corner bedroom. He's got a pair of binoculars up there and he watches his wife fucking other guys all the time."
Bill gasped, speechless. "He ... He knew all along. And he called the company to ask that I come by twice a week! The man's some kind of a ... a pervert!"
Karen grinned mischievously. "How about his wife? What kind of a pervert is she?"
Bill felt his neck and cheeks redden. "I can't lie to you, honey. You must have had quite a show."
"Yeah, I sure did. Man, can she suck cock! And I haven't seen you that energetic around the house in years!"
"She's pretty good, all right ... but you're even better, baby! I'm just sorry you only got to watch ... It must have been pretty frustrating, I mean, gettin' turned on like that and no way to work it out."
Karen thought for an instant ... should I tell him? He might sock me in the jaw. Shucks, I've gone this far, I might as well shoot the works!
"Honey, I wasn't completely left out ... Caroline's husband ate my pussy while I watched you two."
His mouth dropped open and he shook his head slowly from side to side. "Crosby? He's about sixty years old, isn't he? I mean, he's some kind of invalid or something ... ain't he?"
"Hmmmmm," she said impishly. "I wouldn't know ... but his tongue certainly isn't crippled!"
Bill shuddered and his pretty redheaded wife felt a cringing moment of fear before the smile returned to his lips.
"Oh, shit ... I guess I deserved it. But I want to hear more ... all about it!"
He reached for the coffee table and pushed the few magazines off and dragged it closer to them, padding it with the cushion from the chair where Karen had been sitting.
"Get your ass up here, honey ... I'm not finished with you yet!"
Karen looked between his legs and clucked appreciatively.
"My, my, I'll let some old guy lick my twat every afternoon if it'll turn you on like this! Honey, what a rebound ... you're harder than a pipe!"
"Aw, shut up and get across that table ... I want some of your sweet tail while you tell me about Crosby. C'mon!"
Karen rested her tender breasts on the cushion and positioned herself over the table, her naked buttocks now high behind her, waving in the air like a red flag before a bull.
Bill grabbed the fleshy softness of her ass and worked his way up between her kneeling legs, wriggling between her ivory-smooth thighs. His cock was hard and thick and it rode up between her ass-cheeks like the boom of a sailing ship ... long and menacing!
"Oh, Bill, lover ... it's so big and hard! Just like I love it!" she breathed huskily.
"Yeah, well, tell me about that ol' fart Crosby. What did he do?"
"Oh, it was nothing really ... it all happened so fast. He sneaked up on me and had my panties down before I knew what was going on."
"I'll bet."
"It's the truth! He pulled them down and started, you know, kissing me and licking me down there. And I was so busy watching you and that blonde whore that I didn't mind. It kinda' felt good."
"And then what? He didn't, uh, fuck you?"
Karen hesitated. This was the part she hated to tell him ... the part that sounded perverted and dirty.
"No ... he jacked off instead." Her voice was thin and uncertain. "He what?"
"I said, he jacked off ... all over me. Right onto my ass and it just went everywhere. That was all he wanted ... he didn't even try to fuck me, honest!"
There was a long moment of silence and then the booming reassurance of her husband's raucous laughter.
"You're not ... mad?"
"Stick that sweet tail up here, baby! I'll show you how mad I am ... mad enough to give you the fucking of your life!"
"Oh, honey, that's what I want to hear ... fuck me soooo good! Fuck me and make all this nastiness go away ... stick your big dick in me and everything will be okay again!"
He started to thrust forward and the naked redhead writhed hurtfully, groaning. "Wet it first, darling ... and ease it in."
Bill grunted and dragged the bulbous, blood-engorged head of his prick through the moistness of her pussy-slit, dampening the turgid pole, lubricating it so that his long, hard strokes would bore deeply into her belly. In a way, he wanted to hurt her ... to make her scream and writhe for what she did with that old man. There was little he could say to her, for he was certainly not without more than his share of the blame ... but with this there was certain revenge!
As he looked down at her jiggling buttocks, her ivory smooth nether cheeks dusted with a fine sprinkle of freckles, he suddenly had an idea ... something that he hadn't tried in over a year. Something Karen swore he'd never do again without a fight. And then he chuckled to himself ... if it was a fight she wanted, he was ready!
"Push up, honey ... and spread your legs a little more!"
Karen laughed. "Why? I didn't think you were that big!"
He squeezed the tender softness of her buttocks in his strong fingers until the flesh rose up in pink welts and Karen winced from the pain. He released his tight grip on her ass with one hand and took the tumescent thickness of his naked erection and squirmed it again through the moist heat of her cunt, wetting it for the unexpected entry he was about to enjoy ... he was going to fuck her in the ass!
With his cock gripped in one clenched fist like a huge weapon, Bill worked it up between the smooth cheeky mounds of her bottom until the bulbous, blood-heated head of his prick nudged salaciously against the tight-puckered lips of her nether hole.
"Oh, no! Bill, not there! You promised...!"
But he only laughed silently to himself and tightened his grip on her squirming buttocks and pushed hard with the moistly-lubricated knob of his cock. Karen was nakedly splayed, completely unguarded, and his cock was steel-hard and wet ... there was no stopping him!
He felt the vainly resisting muscles of her anus collapse defeatedly, and grabbing her again with both hands, he yanked her by the hips backward onto his impaling thickness. His vigorous exertions lifted her knees from the carpet and she shook violently as his cock entered her near-virgin rectum.
"Unnggghh ... aaaaaaaaawwwwwww! You're hurting me, damn it! It's too big for my ass ... I can't take it there! Pull it out ... aaaawww!"
His fingers tightened in the soft smoothness of her buttocks and he squeezed her ass-cheeks mercilessly, holding her with both hands as he pulled her viciously onto his stiffened erection, impaling her savagely with half-a-foot of lust-hardened cock!
Karen's gurgled scream died in her throat as she began to respond to the skewering hard thrusts of his naked, virile prick ... she was beginning to enjoy it! She liked having her ass fucked! Just like a million other women, once she was past the first cruel stabbing pain ... she loved it!
"Ohhhhh, lover, it's so big! Damn, it's as big as my arm!" she whimpered, working her ass back against his hard-pumping loins. "Fuck me with it, darling ... fuck me in the ass! Hard!"
Bill grimaced with exquisite pain as he held her securely pinioned, his stiffened penis deep inside her rectum as he rocked her back and forth, watching with wide-eyed excitement as his blood-engorged erection slid hotly in and out of her clasping anus. Her pink nether flesh clung moistly to the gleaming hardness of his cock, as if reluctant to let his naked stiffness slip from her bottom-grip. He grinned down at her with wicked vengeance as he watched his passion-bloated erection slip skeweringly between the rounded hairless lips of her anus.
Karen groaned and shuddered as the last inch of his cock bored deeply into her bowels like a red-hot poker. A wail of naked, absolute submission trembled from her lips as she writhed like a wanton trollop!
"Mmmmmm, yes! Yes! All of it, darling! Stick it in me deep! I want all of it ... all of it up my ass! Sooooo goooddddd!!"
She choked with fast-rising abandon, her whole slender young nakedness squirming and bucking savagely with frenetic passion as her husband-coarsely sodomized her. Her trim hips began a slow, sensuous dance of unbridled sexuality and the gasping moan of her pain became a low, gurgling whimper of wanton ecstasy ... she was climbing the walls in a naked orgy of cock-hungry assfucking!
Her naked butt-cheeks clenched and unclenched in salacious fervor, huge fleshy lips that nibbled ravenously at the thickness of his lust-stiffened rigidity.
Bill groaned at the exquisite tightness of his young wife's asshole and fucked her harder still ... an extra inch for letting that old man eat her pussy!
He didn't need to hold her with his hands now-she was frantically working back against him with her lust-grinding ass as if only every millimeter of his stiff hard cock could quench the gnawing pangs of her naked lust!
Karen moaned hoarsely and her whole body shook as she stretched over the coffee table, her naked breasts crushed beneath her, the nipples crinkly as they pressed into the cushion her husband had taken from the chair. She pushed back with all her summoned strength ... God, how I need that big, beautiful cock! I want it deep in my ass! I want to feel the warm gushing river of cum that will erupt from this hard, thick prick!
Bill gasped as the velvety grip of her anus milked incredibly at the blood-heated thickness of his aching erection ... Shit, I've got to shoot my load or my balls are gonna' blow up!
His eyes looked down at her hard-squirming nakedness, and for that moment she was no longer his wife ... she was just another woman, a cunt for him to amuse, and a ravenous asshole for him to brutally fuck!
Already, in the farthest recesses of his thoughts, an idea was forming, like a seed germinates in the darkness of night ... an idea so wild and wicked that he hesitated to even think it, but it pursued him like a wounded tigress, hounding him. Sure, it might work ... it's just crazy and wild enough to make us a bundle!
Bill reached between his naked wife and the chair cushion she rested on and roughly fondled the firm womanly orbs of her tits, pushing his palms against the crinkly tips of her nipples and squeezing the soft girlish flesh of her breasts until reddened welts puckered between his fingers and she cried out with the added pain.
He tightened his grip over the firm gentle mounds of her boobs and pulled her back viciously, slamming her upturned ass against the hair-matted hardness of his loins. His cock burrowed deeply between the smooth hairless cheeks of her buttocks and Karen began to shake and shudder as if she was suffering an epileptic seizure, wordless sounds rippling gutturally from her throat.
Suddenly, he choked. "Now, Karen ... I'm gonna' cum ... now!"
He shook and jerked spasmodically and then a long low sigh of ecstatic release shook him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He felt his balls empty in a single enormous spurt that trailed away to jerking emptiness as his seething sperm ricocheted off the walls of her rectum and sloshed into her intestines.
The viscous gush was enough to trigger Karen's orgasm and she ground back hotly against him, rising off the coffee table as a coughed plea lodged in her throat.
Bill looked down at her as she wriggled salaciously back onto the deep-skewering thickness of his flaccid penis and that wanton idea began to haunt him again, taking shape now, becoming something hard and real out of the misty vapors of thought ... It would work, it had to! But would Karen go along?
"Honey," he said after they we're both breathing normally again, lying side by side on the carpeted floor. "How would you like to see me with my own business ... a lot sooner than we planned?"
She turned her head; he could see the glazed look of a satisfied woman in her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I have an idea ... not even a plan yet. It isn't really legal ... but then again, it isn't illegal enough to get us in any trouble. That is, if you're really careful."
Karen sat up, still naked, her arms crossed under her breasts. "Okay ... let's hear it." She looked questioning and suspicious, but Bill knew he could handle that. She was interested, and that was what counted. The rest would be child's play!
CHAPTER NINE
Man, oh man! Bill Hodges said to himself as he parked his truck at the curb in front of the Everett house ... What a dream set-up this is! I can't lose! All the pussy I can get and I'll get paid for it sooner or later! Damn, Hodges, you 're a fucking genius!
Bill could see the Everett woman at the front door before he even unloaded his gear ... Christ, she's sure no Caroline Crosby, but if she'll make me a few bucks, I wouldn't care if she looked like Frankenstein in drag!
"Yoo-hoo! Bill!" He heard her calling to him and he looked up, forcing a smile. She was wearing hot pants and a tight halter top-both mistakes. The outfit would have been sensational on a twenty year old chick with high firm tits and a nice ass. But on this forty year old broad with sagging boobs and an ass soft from too-easy living, it was a disaster!
"Hi, Mrs. Everett," he smiled toothily, friendlier than he had ever been to the horny old broad. "How's everything?"
She winked at him brazenly. "Fine .'. . except my husband is coming back tomorrow." She laughed uproariously at her own joke and Bill managed a polite chuckle. In the past, he had always fielded her bold flirtations with great aplomb, careful that nothing passed between them that even hinted of intrigue. But now ... now things were different, and it was time to see if Nancy Everett was really as horny as she seemed!
"Tomorrow, huh?" he winked back at her, breathing in deeply so that the muscles in his massive working-man's chest tightened impressively. "Well, that still gives us plenty of time, doesn't it?"
The slightly-chubby brunette looked puzzled, then her face split with an all-over grin. "Hey, that's the kind of talk I wanted to hear a long time ago, Big Boy ... why the sudden interest? I couldn't get a tumble out of you before."
Bill hesitated. It was obvious that Nancy Everett knew her way around by the way she talked. She was no flirtatious housewife eager for that first moment of extra-marital cock ... Nancy had been there before.
"Just kidding, Mrs. Everett," he mumbled nervously, hoping he had not gone too far already. "That kind of thing could cost me my job."
He was relieved to see the look of disappointment and defeat on the married woman's hardened face ... Nancy Everett was not the woman he needed to get his plan in action. He needed someone less experienced, someone less likely to have had her dirty linen aired already in front of her husband.
Bill's scheme was a form of blackmail in its dirtiest mold and it needed just the right women to make it work ... No, Nancy was not the one, but there were others, just waiting for the kind of loving their hubbies never gave them!
CHAPTER TEN
Sandy Malloy sat miserably in her robe at the edge of the pool Tom had given her for her last birthday, but hardly the kind of present she needed. She could have done without the pool if only Tom could have surprised her with the greatest gift of all ... the announcement that he had decided to slow down and spend some time with his wife and two small kids.
Tom Malloy was a go-getter, a real charger. The kind of salesman a company would send their jet plane five thousand miles just to land. He went after everything the same way, with both barrels. A hundred miles per hour all the time, day and night. Except when it came to Sandy.
Sandy sighed, brushing her long dark hair from her eyes, remembered how Tom had been a charger in the right way on their honeymoon. She had held out all through their engagement, remembering her mother's advice, but the five days they spent in Jamaica turned her into an experienced woman. They hardly ever left the room, just for an occasional meal or a swim in the Olympic-sized pool. But there was plenty going on ... making love day and night, in every conceivable way, in every imaginable position. Never had she known such happiness, such real ecstasy, as day after day she floated on air, filled with the kind of satisfaction that only a real man can give a woman.
But that was two years ago, and now she was lucky if she even saw her husband. And as for the rest, the bedtime play-forget it! He was always too tired, or too worn out or too worried. So what was she supposed to do? Sit by the expensive pool he had bought for her out of a guilty conscience? She couldn't even find herself a lover in this gossip-ridden Country Club neighborhood ... everyone would know before he got his cock out of her!
Sandy opened her robe and, on an impulse, removed the top of her bikini.
Why not get an all-over tan? Tom never notices anyway, but if he did, it might be kind of fun letting him wonder!
She let the expensive bikini-top slide down her arms and drop to the brick poolside patio. Sandy looked around instinctively, though there were no neighbors within sight of their backyard, and then she pulled her bikini-bottom down her long slender legs and stood naked by the pool, her skin glistening with suntan oil, her breasts high and firm in the sudden chill breeze.
She executed a beautiful dive, her naked body cutting through the water like the prow of a fine sailing vessel as she lapped the pool before climbing out again.
Her hands were on the ladder rails and she was nearly clear of the water when she saw the pair of men's work shoes standing at the head of the ladder.
She looked up, frightened. "What...."
"Hi, Mrs. Malloy ... I'm here to check the pool," Bill smiled, his eyes never leaving her voluptuous young nakedness for an instant.
Sandy dropped a step back into the water and covered her breasts with her folded arms. "Don't you know how to ring a doorbell?"
"I did ... twice, but you didn't answer. It's a long drive out here and I hated to do it twice. You know what I mean?"
"Yes, I do ... and I'd appreciate it if you would please turn your back and hand me my robe," she snapped tartly.
"Sure, whatever you say ... but I just think it's a crying shame."
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"I mean, a woman with a body like yours ... and every time I come, you're all alone. Man, if you were my ol' lady, I'd chain you to the bedpost and never let up!"
"I beg your pardon!"
Bill knew he was taking an incredible risk-if this didn't work, he'd be out of a job and broke instead of on his way to a fast fortune.
"No offense, lady ... I just meant, with a body like that, you ought to have men throwing themselves at your feet day and night instead of sitting out here by yourself all the time. That's all I meant."
Sandy was particularly disturbed by the handsome serviceman's words; she did not know whether to throw him out and call his superiors ... or what?
She felt a deliciously wicked shiver race along her naked spine, and on an equally wicked impulse, she climbed out of the pool, pulling herself up the ladder ... giving the pool service man an unimpeded glimpse of all her ample charms!
Bill gasped and it was only partly an act. "Man, you're even more incredibly beautiful than I thought! I'd better get out of here before I get into trouble!"
The naked brunette, seemingly unashamed, stood before him completely naked, the water beading on her sun-oiled skin. She let her arms hang at her sides, not attempting to hide her perfect, well-formed breasts. Her nipples hardened under his unabashed stare and the pretty young brunette felt her own libido asserting itself as she rapidly warmed to this handsome, muscled man.
"You don't have to go ... and you won't get into trouble. My husband's out of town. There's nobody here but the two of us."
Bill's eyes were on her breasts, then they began to slowly descend, following the smooth flat plane of her belly past her dimpled navel to the fluffy wet vee of her pubic hair. He could just barely make out the faint pink line of her pussy beneath the curly dark hair and he felt his cock stiffen under his trousers as he imagined how it would taste-fresh and clean from the pool and hot and spicy with the anxious passion of her sexless marriage.
"I won't get into trouble?" he asked again, smiling. "What if I take one of those beautiful boobs in my mouth and suck on it until you scream?"
Sandy blushed crimson and a part of her, the shredded fragment of her fast-fading decency, cried out for her to stop before it was too late ... but she knew in her belly that it was already too late! She could see the hardening bulge of his cock beneath his pants and she knew he was well hung and hot for her-she knew she had to have his dick in her belly! She had to!
Suddenly, a gushing torrent of red-hot passion swept over her and she took one breast in her left hand and lifted it, offering it in unmistakable supplication.
Bill grinned, winked and her and lowered his head to her breasts, taking her hand in his and closing his lips over the lust-heated mounds of her bare tit. His tongue swirled over her soft crinkly nipple-flesh and he could feel the cherry-pink bud harden in the moist warmth of his mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, yesssss ... that feels so good! Soooo goood!" she breathed, gasping for air as his lips and tongue encircled her bare breast.
Suddenly, Bill's other hand darted between her thighs and worked upward until his fingers closed over the pouting moist folds of her pussy.
"Oooooohh, God ... yes, yes! Feel my pussy! Feel it and kiss it and make me come!"
Bill dropped to his knees there on the poolside patio and both his hands went behind the swaying, lust-starved married brunette, grasping hotly at the fleshy cheeks of her naked ass. He held her that way, his fingers biting into the softness of her buttocks, and his tongue hotly laving the moist, sweet-tasting furrow of her cunt.
His nose tingled as it burrowed through the fleecy curls of her twat and he could feel her shudder with fast-rising wantonness every time his tongue passed over the nerve-laden, throbbing bud of her clitoris.
"Yes, yes ... yes!" she moaned again and again. "Oh, darling, lick my pussy ... lick it with your big beautiful tongue!" Her head was back and her wet dark hair swirled across her smooth unblemished back as she clutched at Bill's head, holding his face close to the fervent heat of her unquenched pussy.
Suddenly, Bill pulled his face away from her warm crotch and she murmured her anxious disapproval, still clutching at his hair and trying futilely to hold him next to her desirous loins.
"What"...."
"This will be better, honey ... squat down over me ... that's it! Just sit on my face, beautiful, and I'll lick your sweet pussy 'til hell freezes over!"
Bill was flat on his back now and she dropped to her knees, trembling with girlish enthusiasm, but blushing with shame and surprise as she did this wanton act. She had never done anything like this before, even with her husband ... never had she lowered herself wantonly onto a man's lips and tongue like this. Giving herself in naked, unquestioning submission!
"Oh, God ... my pussy ... my pussy!" She could say nothing else as she lowered her crotch onto his hotly kissing lips and his deep-probing tongue.
Bill grunted something unintelligible from beneath the softly-crushing warmth of her pussy-flesh. He went about his delicious work with the frenzy of a maniac as the naked young wife squirmed and wriggled over him, groaning and whimpering with forbidden lust!
His tongue seemed a foot thick and a yard long as it hotly laved the sizzling furrow of her pussy, wriggling over every naked pink pore, teasing at the pearly node of her clitoris ... driving her insane with wanton, adulterous desire!
She felt his wiggling under her and she faintly heard the metallic sound of a zipper being opened and the naked young brunette knew what was next ... he was going to fuck her! He had kissed her most secret genitals, hotly tongued the hidden slit of her pussy ... and now he was going to fuck her as well!
Sandy wailed mournfully as her mind reeled with the torturous taunts of her wanton infidelity, but she was powerless to stop now ... she had gone too far. She had strayed too close to the precipice of adultery and now she had fallen ... she was lost!
"Look behind you, doll," Bill said with a proud smirk.
Sandy's eyes were misted with tears of shame, but she turned her head and focused on the upraised hugeness of his naked cock ... it was enormous! Much bigger than her husband's, the only one she had ever had!
"N-no! No, I can't!" she blurted suddenly, afraid now that she had seen the huge, throbbing cock waiting for her.
But Bill was busy wriggling out of his pants. "C'mon, baby, you know you want it as much as I want to give it to you. Now, hurry up ... move back and get on it, baby! Let's ride! I'll make you forget all those lonely days and nights!"
Sandy closed her eyes in humiliation and despair, shaking her head from side to side. "No, no ... noooooo!"
But her body had a mind of its' own and her limbs seemed to be possessed of some greater spirit that compelled her to answer his lustful invitation ... she moved slowly backward, along his now-bare chest, still shaking her head as if somehow that would make it all right.
"That's a girl ... just a little more ... that's it!"
Sandy was leaning so far forward that he could reach her breasts with his lips and tongue and he alternately kissed them, first one and then the other, each gentle kiss punctuated with a darting flick of his long thick tongue, a splaying swipe that oozed over her nipples and brought new cries of shame and despair to her trembling lips.
"P-Please, don't ... don't fuck me, p-please!" But her words rang with hollow emptiness and Bill knew the truth that radiated from her belly, along with the heat that warmed his loins as she moved over them ... she was as hot as a firecracker and ready for his cock!
He grabbed his stiffened prick and eased the bulbous, blood-engorged head of it along the moist clinging slit of her pussy. She groaned in wanton surrender as she felt the warm moist lips of her cunt hungrily nibbling at the tip of his pipe-hard dick, sucking at him, ravenously pulling his lust-quenching virility into the burning heat of her vagina!
Her lips trembled and he body shook with the overpowering fury of her adulterous passion ... suddenly!
"Oh, yes, damn it ... I can't stand it, I can't! Fuck me, fuck me good and hard, young handsome beautiful man! Fuck me and make me scream!" she blurted, her eyes tightly clenched and tears of naked humiliation trickling over the blushed gentle mounds of her cheeks.
"All right, baby ... push down with that sweet-lookin' ass! Push!"
The naked married brunette grunted ecstatically as she lowered herself onto the skewering pole of his upraised erection. Bill met her movement with an upward thrust that sank his good-sized prick right into her belly.
"Aaaaghhh! It's so big! Mmmmm...." She was obviously in pain, but she was wriggling like a bug on a pin, fast going out of her senses as he pushed deeply up into her cunt, sinking every inch of his long hard cock between her ravenous pussy-lips.
His stiff prick surged up into her belly in a deep, gut-wrenching thrust that jolted the breath from her lungs. Deeper and deeper he plowed into her, deeper than her husband ... so beautifully hard and deep!
He pulled her down onto his naked chest, kissing her hotly on the lips, his tongue swirling deep into her mouth, still moistly pungent with the taste of her pussy. She kissed him back hard!-and they played tug-of-war with their tongues as she ground her naked buttocks down salaciously onto his upthrust erection, fervent breaths hissing through her nostrils as she worked inhumanly above him. Up and down she humped, lifting her behind until just the bulbous, purplish tip of his cock remained between her widely-splayed pussy-lips, and then, with a groan of very real pleasure, she would sink down onto his naked prick, spiraling down the glistening hard thickness of his erection until her buttocks pressed eagerly against his hair-matted pelvis.
He reached behind her and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, making his skewering, hurtful entry even deeper. She moaned her frantic approval.
"Aaawwww ... it's so deep in my pussy! Yes, yes ... God, I love it, I love it!" she cried, shaking her head so that her long dark hair flailed around her face.
Bill grinned wickedly and moistened his middle finger in the dampness of her pussy ... This ought to give her a thrill!
He moved his stiffened middle finger between the soft fleshy halves of her ass, warm and tender like the halves of a freshly-buttered roll. Before she could cry out in indignant protest, he shoved it into the tight, hairless grip of her rectum, pushing hard as his finger popped between the muscled lips of her anus.
"Unngghhhh! That hurts! It hurts in my ass!" she groaned, but in only seconds she was working down and back against the two-pronged thrill of his finger and cock with renewed wanton excitement!
He worked his middle finger in and out of the incredible grip of her anus in perfect rhythm with his deeply thrusting cock ... separated only by the thin membrane between her two orifices, he could feel the virile strength of his own erection as it surged deeply into her belly, bringing her closer and closer to the screaming pinnacle of her sexual arousal. Suddenly...!
"Oh, God ... yes, yes ... I'm ... I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" She screamed loudly, as if she wanted the neighbors to hear, and quivered as she pumped frantically up and down, levering herself skillfully with her knees and thighs.
BUI felt the breath leave her lungs. He felt her whole body begin to throb and quake as he held her tightly with one hand on the small of her unblemished bare back. He had held as long as he needed to ... and now he could breathe as easily himself as his cock suddenly began to pulse and shudder, gushing a thin viscous rivulet of sperm up into her quaking belly.
She moaned again and again, collapsing across him, spent from the exertions of their adulterous union. Slowly, she lifted her nakedness from him, still trembling, and Bill felt the gush of her own juices flood down the now-flaccid shaft of his cock, soaking his pelvis and dribbling down between his legs.
He leaned over to her as she stretched out beside him. "I think I'll take a little swim to rinse off ... care to join me?"
Sandy lifted her head and managed a hoarse croaking reply. "N-no ... I'm too worn out ... y-you go ahead."
Bill dove expertly into the water and swam the length of the pool underwater. When he reached the ladder again, he secretly glanced at his watch ... Hmmm, just time enough for one more pigeon. And I know who it'll be. That sweet little Darleen Fields, man, what a piece she should be! And I know her ol' man's on the road during the week!
He chuckled to himself as he climbed out of the pool ... This set-up is just too much! And it can't go wrong! Hell, I'm running so far ahead of schedule, I should be able to get Karen started tomorrow on phase two!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Darleen Fields was really what you'd call a child bride. Why, to look at her, you'd swear she must have gotten married at ten or eleven to have two kids already. She could have passed for a high school cheerleader at any time, and in her bikini there was no evidence of aging or childbirth on her slender, mink-like body.
She was a country girl at heart, born to dirt-poor stock and still ill at ease with the country club set her well-off husband was a part of.
Allen Fields did not really have to work at all, having been blessed with more than just a silver spoon in his mouth ... he got the whole damn silver service! But he worked as hard as any man, striving to make his personal fortune that much larger, eager for the next dollar that would bring him closer to being a full-fledged millionaire.
Darleen was immensely happy in the beginning, but when the "cuteness" of her southern drawl began to wear off and she saw his friends for what they really were-stuck-up snobs-well, her marriage quickly began to take a turn for the worse.
"Hi, good-lookin' ... I didn't expect you until next week," the slender young blonde purred in her finest Georgia voice. She was sitting on the pool's edge, her feet dangling in the water, wearing the skimpiest bikini he had ever seen. It scarcely covered the soft light fleece of her pubic vee in front and creased provocatively down the deep furrowed slit of her ass in back. The bra cups were hardly more than an inch wide and the faint pink edges of her small girlish nipples peeked over the tops.
"Change in my schedule," he lied. "I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd clean your pool out this time ... it's gettin' a little dirty."
Darleen cocked her pretty little blonde head and giggled, "Dirty? Why, I'm the only one that ever swims in it, what with my husband being gone all the time and the kids in school. You must be saying that I'm dirty."
"No, nothing like that ... just leaves and sap from these trees." He went busily about his work ... he was not as certain about this girl; she had flirted more than a few times, but nothing as overtly obvious as Sandy. No, this would take a little caution ... but it should be worth it!
Darleen left the pool and went into the house without a word; Bill wondered if he had lost his one chance, but she returned in a few minutes with something in her hand.
"Since I'm so dirty, maybe you'd better clean me too," she grinned impishly, her freckled cheeks red with uncertainty. There was a bar of soap in her right hand and she held it out to him as they stood there by the edge of the pool.
He took it and put down his cleaning equipment. "I'd sure rather wash you than mess with this dirty pool, honey."
"Then what are you waiting for," she winked. Her hands went behind her and she unfastened the top to her scant bikini, letting it drop down her arms. Her breasts were crispy white, in stark contrast to her richly-tanned body, and her nipples were small and girlishly pink and soft.
Bill reached down, wet the bar of soap in the pool water and pressed it to the small blonde's chest. She was hardly over five feet, a foot shorter than he was, and she seemed incredibly petite and delicate-like a child almost.
She shivered arousedly as the soap and his fingers touched her freckled naked flesh and she sat down rather suddenly, leaning back against the concrete rim of the pool.
"C'mon ... clean me all up, handsome," she purred softly, her gentle voice husky with emotion. "All over."
He rubbed the soap over her chest and began to move downward until he was gently caressing the pert firm orbs of her breasts. He lightly brushed over the budding peaks of her girlish pink nipples, and she yelped with painful intensity as he squeezed them between his thumb and first finger. He dropped the soap accidentally between her slightly-splayed slender legs and groped for it clumsily, his hands deliberately rubbing over the soft sensitive insides of her girlishly-trim thighs.
Darleen blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl out with an upperclassman; she lifted her pert, saucy buttocks from the concrete beneath her and wiggled seductively out of her bikini bottom.
Bill gulped back his surprise and went about his enviable task-that of soaping the sultry young blonde's naked body. She had a deliciously beautiful belly, flat and seductive, and it tapered to a perfect pair of hips, sveltly flaring but without an extra ounce of fat, and a soft fleecy pubic vee that was so gently light and fluffy it nearly was invisible in the sunlight.
Her legs flared open suddenly, completely apart now, and she blushed again as she took his hairy wrist and guided his soapy fingers between her quivering thighs. They were shuddering with expectant passion, eager for a man's caressing touch ... and anxious for the brutal pain of ravishment that every woman needs and craves!
A single stiffened finger, moist and soapy, brought a shuddering moan of very real pleasure to the naked married blonde's man-hungry lips as it slithered hotly along the hairless slit of her pussy. The soft pliant folds of her cunt flowered eagerly like the first buds of spring on a hot day, nakedly opening and offering this near-stranger complete and unquestioned access to the secret pleasures of her wanton genitals!
The halves of her pussy spread vulnerably apart like the sections of a sweet Danish pastry as his finger hotly probed the clasping depths of her cuntal wetness.
"Ooooh, yes, yes, lover ... it feels so goooddd!" the nude housewife mewled throatily, her eyes clenched shut and her throat quivering with anxious arousal. Her legs scissored open and closed now involuntarily in a lewd motion of naked incitement ... she wanted him and she wanted him badly!
Bill kissed her tenderly on the lips and whispered in her ear, pushing aside her wet blonde tresses. "You're not expecting any company, are you?"
Darleen gulped and whispered huskily, her voice tremoring with passion. "N-No ... no one."
"Then, how about over there ... on those padded mats?" he questioned.
Darlene's face brightened with shameful color, aware now for the first time that she was on the brink of adultery. She wavered a moment, thinking of the consequences ... and of her own private pain.
"Yes! Yes! Let's hurry!" she gasped frantically, groping with her small hand for the growing hardness that bulged in Bill's work trousers. "I'll rinse the soap off first, darling ... you get undressed! And hurry, God, hurry ... I need your cock sooo bad!"
Bill undressed, watching the pert young blonde as she tiptoed on the wet poolside patio to an outdoor shower built into the retaining wall of the backyard gardens. Her saucy bottom-cheeks rubbed wetly together as she walked, grinding like moist ball bearings, and between her trim suntanned thighs, he could see the faintest wisp of pubic hair, all wet and dripping with soap as she hurriedly showered.
She held her face into the stinging spray, sudsing herself clean until her naked young skin glistened with fervent eagerness, beaded droplets of water clinging to her seductively and draining from all her secret hollows and clefts.
Her breasts bounced excitedly as she hurried to the thickly-padded mats he suggested; she dropped to her knees, her back to him as if she was almost afraid to watch him take his clothes off.
He was naked now, and he walked to where she awaited him-he could already see she was shivering with anticipation, and when he neared her, her head turned ... putting her face only inches from his jutting erection!
"Oh, my God!" she gasped, reaching out to his thick, blood-heated hardness. "It's so big ... and beautiful! Allen's hardly got anything between his legs! But you ... Oh ... oh!"
Bill contemplated fucking her right then and there, brutally and without mercy, fucking her until her legs turned to jelly and she screamed until her voice went hoarse ... but there was something else he wanted first.
"You like it, huh?" he smirked down at her, his hand fondly stroking the foreskin of his immense erection. "How about a little taste? Or is that somethin' your hubby never got around to teachin' you?"
Darleen blushed, her freckles darkening with her unconcealed shame. "I ... I never have. Allen said it was, well, dirty and...."
Bill laughed out loud. "There ain't nothing dirty about it if you do it right. Why, suckin' cock's better than anything if you know how ... Here, let me show you."
He pressed the purplish, mushroom-shaped head of his prick against her lips, wetting them with the oozing stickiness of his semen.
"Just open your lips and lick it a little ... I'll show you the rest."
Darleen gulped back her shame, closed her eyes and opened her lips enough for him to slip the bulbous head of his cock over her bottom teeth. She shuddered as she felt the heaviness of it pressing down on her tongue.
"That's the way, honey ... just work that sweet little tongue around some. MMmmm, yeah ... you're gettin' it fast! Lick it and swirl your tongue around it ... yeah!"
Darleen gulped again and again and did as he told her, nakedly ashamed now but afraid to turn back now that she had come this far. She sucked and swallowed again and again, and when he pressed his open palms against the sides of her head, she feared what was surely about to happen ... he was going to shoot his cum down her throat! God! She'd surely choke!
"Don't stop sucking, baby, until I say to ... just keep on suckin' and swallowin' and you'll be all right!" he grunted, fucking into her widely-splayed lips with long deep gagging strokes that bumped chokingly against the back of her tender virginal throat. Down past his cock, he could see the twin jiggling mounds of her breasts, her nipples wet with the shower water and hard from the passionate cock-sucking she was giving him. Man, she was a natural-born slut ... she was lapping it up like mother's milk!
Suddenly, Bill grunted loudly and a rumbling came up from his loins as his jism rushed up from his balls and surged in a white-hot torrent down her throat. Darleen choked and gagged on the incredibly heavy cream of his ejaculation, but he held her head so tightly against his pelvis that she could do nothing but swallow somehow ... or choke to death!
"That's it ... keep on suckin'! Keep on!" He sighed pleasurably as his cock deflated and slipped flaccidly from her lips, leaving a wet sticky glob of his cum dripping from her lower lip. She opened her eyes tentatively and looked up at him, her breasts rising and falling in the frenzied arousal of her own desires.
"You missed a little," he grinned wickedly, pointing to her lip.
Darleen whimpered excitedly and her eyes half-clenched with passion as she licked the last remnant of his virile, life-giving sperm from her mouth as if it were rich sweet cream. She lay back on the mat, her legs slightly askew and her whole body tingling with goose bumps as she waited for whatever he desired to do with her ... she was another man's wife, but for now she was his, she was his lust-slave! There would be no holds barred, nothing, and Bill could read it in her eyes!
He dropped to his knees between her legs and pushed them further apart. With the backs of his muscled hands, he spread her trim girlish thighs and lowered his head between them in a sudden movement that caught Darleen off-guard.
"Oh! N-No, p-please, not that ... you can fuck me if you want me, lover, but p-please! I've never ... I mean, no man has ever...."
"Shhh, baby ... just close your eyes and let daddy do the work. You'll be a sucker for this when I've finished, believe me!"
She gasped suddenly like someone had delivered a pointed kick right between her soft feminine breasts as Bill's lips brushed electrifyingly over the warm moist folds of her pink pussy. He gave her a fervent soul-kiss that sent rippling chills of animalish pleasure racing along her naked bare spine.
His lips worked frantically into the squirming moist flesh of her vagina until his tongue sensed the throbbing pearl-like node of her clitoris ... This'll drive her up the wall! She'll be begging for more after a few seconds of good ol' clit-lickin'!
Feverishly, like a dog burrowing his snout into a meal, Bill nosed and tongued his way between her trembling, widely-splayed thighs, his tongue hotly caressing the throbbing, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris as she spasmed with frenzied desires beneath his skillful kisses ... wildly aroused as he hotly laved the naked moist slit of her womanhood!
There on the padded mat, her lithe young body shivered and spasmed uncontrollably, her flesh beaded with a misted sheen of perspiration as his tongue hotly searched every pore and crevice of her sweet-tasting pussy-slit. A thin line of droplets already lined the ragged pink folds of her twat and he could taste their perfume-like delicateness with his laving tongue tip as he squirmed it into the undulating folds of her cunt and deeply speared it into the clasping confines of her vaginal sheath.
Darleen moaned as though she were beaten, but the tremorous tone of her rasping voice betrayed her real emotion ... wild abandoned lust!
She reached down and clutched at his dark hair, grasping his head in a struggling effort to force his searching lips deeper between her thighs, but suddenly his lips left the moist, dripping slit of her cunt. Darleen groaned in shame as she heard her own naked pussy-lips embarrass her with a slurping noise as they reluctantly released his tongue. She looked up at him through the tear-flooded slits of her eyes, her eyelids fluttering with fervent emotion. He was kneeling between her legs, his hand on the again-stiffened pole of his hard thick cock ... he was going to fuck her!
"Bill, p-please ... I-I can't ... I've changed my mind," she mewled tremulously. "My husband ... my husband...." But her voice trailed off into slobbering nothingness as her eyes focused hotly on the long hard thickness of his erection-his cock was hugely stiff and pulsing with excitement, the purplish head throbbing as his lust-heated blood surged through it. His balls were enormously swollen and dangled between his legs, bloated with the ominous threat of his hot surging sperm.
Bill chuckled to himself at her futile last-ditch efforts at faithfulness ... She wants it, all right, she wants it so bad she can taste it!
He crawled up between her trim smooth legs, still on his knees, and pushed her thighs up and back until the hardness of her knees crushed hurtfully down onto the jiggling mounds of her naked breasts. She was nakedly exposed to him now, all of the secrets of her feminine genitals vulnerably open and unguarded ... the moistly trembling lips of her pussy, her pink folds palpitating with girlish arousal. Beads of dew-like moistness lined the soft tremoring slit and further still, down the naked slit of her pussy, he could see the hairless, tightly-puckered lips of her anus, tautly gripped in fear and shame.
Crawling down into a push-up position, he leaned over her and kissed her hotly on the lips. She hesitated for an instant, reluctant to respond to the taste of her own feminine arousal, but within seconds she was kissing him soulfully, pushing her tongue deeply into his throat as she mewled and groaned with bestial incitement. His tongue surged between her tiny white teeth and into her mouth and she sucked on it ravenously, throwing her arms around his back. Her nails scratched at the muscled hardness of his back, and Bill laughed at her fast-rising passion ... God! Does she ever want it! I ain't ever seen a woman so hot and eager ... she's burning up with fever!
She was too ashamed to look at him, her eyes clenched shut and oozing with burning, salty tears as his lips left hers and dropped to the small, pulsing tips of her nipples, hardened and quivering with frantic wanton desires. She felt her own nipple-flesh harden as his lips hotly caressed them, and she squirmed under his muscled hardness with wild abandoned passion, aflame with the nagging insistence of her lust!
He urged his loins forward with a grinding thrust and his pelvis ground arousedly against the upturned warmth of the married blonde's crotch. His cock throbbed into painful, complete erection, adding yet another inch to its hugeness, and squirmed into the pink hair-rimmed wetness of her pussy. She whimpered excitedly as the lust-hardened tip of his prick electrifyingly slid over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris, insinuating its hardness into the moist heat of her vagina.
Darleen gurgled inaudibly, gasping for breath as she bit into her own lip to stifle the deafening scream of wanton submission that ached to burst from her throat. Her mind reeled under the intense shame she was enduring at this moment ... she was nearly an adulteress, a whore! But she was powerless to stop this from happening ... if only her husband had paid her more attention! If only...!
"Oh God ... fuck me, fuck me, lover! Stick it in me and make me come! God, I need a cock so bad ... sooo bad!" She groped between her legs for his stiffness, and her fingers lightly encircled the lust-swollen erection. It was over twice as long as her palm was wide, and she could barely close her fingers around its throbbing circumference. The bluish veins pulsed with passion-heated blood, and she could feel their surging heat against the inside of her hand ... It's so huge! I don't know if I can take it inside me!
"Hurry it up, Darleen ... what's all the dilly-dallying about? Ain't you ever felt a cock before?" he sneered, flexing his loin-muscles and watching the look of surprise on her face as his prick swelled anew in her tiny gentle grip.
"N-never one this big ... I ... I don't think I can go through with it! I want it, but I...."
Bill only laughed out loud at her flattering fears, and he reached down between their bellies and gripped the hugely erect thickness of his prick and pushed it up between the rubbery pink lips of her twat. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds flower with expectant passion, and the wispy curls of her pubic fleece teased his cock and the leather, swollen orbs of his testicles. He eased his cock a little into her and groaned as he felt the hot wet walls of her pussy open and then close hungrily around the purplish bloated head of his dick ... and then he pushed into her with a single, cruel thrust that sent inch after inch of hard, swollen cock boring relentlessly into her belly!
"Aaaaghh! God, take it easy ... take it e-easy!" she cried.
But Bill was deaf to her cries. He smiled pleasurably as the walls of her cunt clamped heatedly over the turgid pole of his cock, gripping him like a warm velvet fist.
"Hey honey, what a pussy you've got! It's tighter than a schoolgirl's asshole!" he grunted down at her, making her blush with his vile obscenities, but Darleen seemed to enjoy it, for her legs doubled back even further as he heaped even viler filth upon her, cursing her, calling her wanton, despicable names.
"Yeah baby, you bitch ... you're really getting down to it now!" he sneered inhumanly, watching her flinch as he shoved his prick deeply into her upturned twat. "Fuck it good, cock-lovin' pussygirl! Fuck it and shake that hot little tail!"
Darleen was bug-eyed from lack of breath and gasping for even a single lungful of air before she blacked out under his relentless, deep-thrusting ravishment.
"P-Please ... take it out! Just for a second! I-I can't stand it! I can't!"
But Bill just levered himself up off of her to let her breathe, knowing full well that, like any woman, she could quickly adapt to his man-sized cock-that in a few more seconds she would be fucking him like she'd had him every night for years!
He remembered all the times he had come here to service their expensive pool, the times she had been by the pool in her bikini. And the time she was swimming in her husband's tee-shirt, nothing else, with the soft wet cotton nearly transparent as it clung like a second skin to every curve and hollow of her gorgeously delicious young body ... Well, now was his moment! His time to get even for all that coquettish flirting ... she was his and he was going to fuck her ass off! He wouldn't leave her alone now until her belly sloshed with his cum and he had brought her down to where she belonged ... in the gutter!
His thrusts were intentionally hurtful and deep, and with every backward movement of his lust-hardened erection, he pulled his cock almost completely out of the clinging pink grip of her pussy, leaving just the thick, knobbish head inside the cuntal lips until, with vicious ferocity, he would push forward again, skewering her painfully and bringing a new cry of anguish and shame to her throat. He pushed aside the delicate moist pussy-flesh inside her twat in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with an obscene smacking noise against the warm upturned flesh of her crotch.
There was hardly a sound except the ones the two of them made, groping and grabbing at each other, locked together, legs askew and jerking like a pair of mating salmon. His balls slapped into the smooth hairless cleft of her nether cheeks with a resounding thudding noise that made Darleen's tearful humiliation that much worse ... they smacked into her ass in perfect rhythm with the deep-poking thrusts of his virile, lust-quenching cock. The sound seemed deafeningly loud to her in her wildly aroused state, as if the noise was meant for the whole world to hear!
Great salty tears of shame and despair obliterated her vision, and Bill was only a great shapeless hulk over her ... it could have been any man, black, white or yellow, and it wouldn't have mattered now. She was finally the whore she wanted to be ... and nothing would stop her from realizing the need she had ached with so long!
Her shame was nearly gone now, her remorse forgotten in the onrushing wave of adulterous passion. She was finding out for herself what other woman had told her in secret-that nothing could compare with that first fucking in the arms of another man, someone not her husband. It was different somehow, wildly exciting and so arousing that she feared her loins would burst into flames with the frenzied passion of this man's delicious fucking! Every deep-thrusting pleasure-giving stroke of his immensely thick erection brought her that much closer to the pinnacle of her long-sought orgasm ... her first real orgasm!
She could feel it coming on and she knew this would be the real thing, the gut-wrenching kind of ecstatic orgasm that all women sought and few obtained. Her knees were nearly doubled and her breasts were smashed beneath them. Flickering emanations of erotic pleasure vibrated from the crushed bud-like tips of her crinkly nipples as the backs of her thighs ground down onto them, rubbing them into wickedly hard erection. She could feel them pulsing with expectant desire as Bill's weight pushed her legs over them in rhythm with the deep punishing ecstasy of his cock.
Her lips trembled with a mindless litany of unintelligible sounds poured from her throat like a warm liquid. His deep, belly-prodding strokes were driving her insane, transforming her physically from a faithful wife into an adulterous whore! He was so deep inside her, deeper than her husband ever managed, and she could feel the throbbing head of his cock like a red-hot poker deep in her belly ... God yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me so good!
Fanned by the heat of then writhing, groaning passion, Darleen's blonde hair was nearly dry and it tossed from side to side on the mat, flailing around her head like a golden tarnished halo Her teeth were gritted and the cords in her slender neck stood out prominently as she choked and moaned with every deeply impaling stroke of Bill's cock.
She dared a quick furtive look through the veil of her tears, and she could see his prick sawing in and out of her as she peered between her doubled-back legs. It was purplish and veined with strands of pulsing dark blood; her freely-flowing juices had drenched his cock and balls, and the thick fleshy pole of his erection glistened in the reflected sunlight like a long hard rod of marble as it probed deeply between her upturned thighs, boring relentlessly into the virginal depths of her cunt, bringing her tremblingly closer to the precipice of her fast-rising orgasm!
Above her, grunting and panting with the sheer physical exertion of his marvelous act, Bill was gasping in her ear in short furtive breaths as his rapid-fire tempo began to slow to a deliberate, lust-stirring rhythm of long deep skewering thrusts that seemed to go even deeper than before. She opened her eyes again and watched as he drew his cock out of her cunt, the soft pink flesh of her pussy clinging hotly to the turgid thickness of his erection as he lifted his pelvis from her upturned crotch, only to drop like a leaden weight, sinking his deliciously hard prick far down into the seething heat of her cuntal sheath. It was like dipping his cock into molten honey, and every time he struck bottom, his balls slapping salaciously into the naked hairless crevice of her ass, Bill would groan with renewed desire.
Her cunt tightened as the end drew closer, gripping his steel-hard prick like a surgeon's glove filled with warm water. The two of them ground together almost as one four-limbed creature, panting and groaning and sweating until their bodies slipped against one another wetly, their flesh lubricated with the salty fruits of their lovemaking labor.
Darleen tried vainly to hold back the screams of ecstatic pleasure that welled in her chest, biting so hard into her lower lip that she could taste the pungence of her own blood. Her arms were around her new lover's back, and her long slender legs were curled around his hips, her ankles locked together in a death grip of incredible wanton desires as she pulled him harder down onto her writhing nakedness, burning with the maddening desire to draw him bodily into the gaping heat of her pussy, to suck him wantonly into her body so that she might somehow quench this insatiable passion!
Her eyelids fluttered partially open, and she saw through the liquid haze of her stinging tears the smirking grin of absolute conquest that was smeared on the sweating man's lips ... he had fought her and won, her honor was destroyed, and he stood victorious on the shredded ruins of her self-respect!
"Like it, baby?" he leered down at her, sweat running from his neck in rivulets.
Darleen nodded bitterly, biting her lip from the delicious pain.
"I said, do you like it? Let me hear you say it!"
She flinched and her eyes closed tightly with shame. "Y-Yes ... I like it, I like it, damnit!"
"You like what ... say it! You know what I want to hear!"
"Damn you!" she cursed up at him through clenched teeth. "I like it! I like it when you fuck me! Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me and make me come!" The words shot out of her throat like an eruption and Bill laughed at his absolute victory. There was no doubt left ... she was utterly at his mercy, unconditionally surrendered to his cruel sadistic cock-thrusts!
Darleen was like all the others, he thought, like all women, doomed to live with their second-place station when it comes to the sexual battleground. Woman was cursed with submissiveness ... a man could always hurt her in the act of lovemaking, but she was powerless to hurt him back! She could only be hurt, never administer pain like a man, and therefore she would always be dominated by man, no matter what!
Bill thrust into her with an inhumanly cruel lunge that bored right through her belly and seemed about to burst from her throat. She was helplessly impaled, writhing like a pig on a lance, squirming and twisting under him on the long hard thickness of his glistening cock.
Leaving dark crimson welts, her sharp nails ripped across his back as he fucked her wildly, and she giggled hysterically beneath him in that frantic state some women reach just before their blinding orgasm. Her whole body began to throb and quiver, beginning with the soft flesh around her crotch and moving upward along the gentle contours of her naked body until every inch of her was a-quiver with frenetic lust!
Suddenly ... she began to moan animalishly, her throat vibrating as she humped up at his deep-thrusting cock. She gurgled deep in her lungs as her cunt flowered hotly around his prick, a gushing torrent of her love-juices bathing his long stiff erection with warm sticky liquid.
Bill groaned as his cock dipped again and again into the seething depths of her liquid genitals, and he knew it would only be seconds before this naked young blonde began to lose all semblance of control.
Then Darleen writhed so fiercely that her back seemed close to breaking and all the air rushed from her lungs as her hips arched upward and she lifted all of his weight with one superhuman grinding of her buttocks. Nothing touched the mat now but her shoulders and her heels and she started to scream insanely.
"Yes, yes! Oh, Goddamn, yes! I'm cumming! Fuck me, lover, I'm cccummmiinngg!" she cried as her legs unlocked and her feet pounded on his back and her nails ripped across his flesh like ten sharp daggers.
It was all Bill could do to stay on top of her, bucking and writhing the way she was like a rodeo bronco, but he managed somehow, still deeply impaling her with his bone-hard cock until ...!
Bill choked and coughed suddenly and his loins began to pump and throb like they were coming alive. His lust-bloated testicles rapidly emptied their hot boiling load, and he sighed with real pleasure as he felt the seething torrent start the long downhill run along the thickness of his prick until finally the first gushing spurts burst bullet-like from the knobbish head of his cock.
Darleen cried shamelessly as she felt the first waves of his white-hot cum slosh wantonly down the hungry sheath of her pussy and into the writhing depths of her belly.
"Ooooh, there's so much! I can feel it gushing inside me! There must be quarts and quarts of your delicious cum!" she cried. Suddenly, as Bill's cock still gushed, she wriggled out from under him, surprising him so completely that she was out from beneath him before he could stop her. His voice rose in angry indignation, but this time the surprise was on him.
"Let me have it, let me drink your sweet rich cum, darling!" she gasped, groping for Bill's still-spurting prick and cramming the softening hose between her lips until her mouth filled again with his rich viscous sperm. It dribbled from her lips, and she licked it back with her thin pink tongue until there was nothing left.
Darleen collapsed with a sobbing gasp onto the mat where she had just committed the most wanton kind of adultery. She threw her arm over her face and cried ... but whether it was with joy or regret, Bill would never know.
He was nearly dressed before she missed him, and he waved good-bye to her without another word and slipped quietly away to his truck, a quickening lightness to his step as he realized that, with this one day's pleasant work, he was quite possibly well on his way to that business of his own and the kind of money he had always dreamed about.
Bill turned the ignition on the truck and drove away, back to the office before going home, but he was especially anxious tonight, for he had to tell her everything ... every little detail! ... or his plan wouldn't work.
He found himself humming along with the radio as he drove, nervous like a schoolboy on his first date. And in a way, it was a date. If this worked, he would be out from under that pansy boss of his, free of the tyranny of working ten hours for another man's pockets.
Yeah! It's a date all right ... it's my date with destiny!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Has it only been three months since that afternoon? Bill asked himself as he motored home from a business trip north. It was unseasonably hot outside, almost a hundred, but inside his brand-new Continental, it was spring-time cool and the car reverberated with the country-and-western cartridge that played in the built-in player.
Sure, it was only three months, and look at him now. It was just like he had imagined it would be, just like falling off a log. Nothing stood in his way, and once he had the money he needed, there was no need to make it the easy way ... this kind of legitimate operation was easy enough!
His mind wandered as he drove down the long empty highway, two days ahead of schedule and on his way home to a surprise reunion with his wife Karen ... he had heard her tell the story so often now that it seemed like a memory of his own. Sure, she had been nervous at first, afraid that something might go wrong, but that was just beautiful! It made her look natural, like the wronged little bride she was supposed to be! If only he could have been there to actually see her go through her little performance, man, what a show that must have been! And those dumb, cuckolded husbands buying her act, hook line and sinker!
* * *
Tom Malloy nervously waited for the woman who had telephoned him to show, his hand shaking as he downed his third vodka martini in the motel lounge. She had only said it concerned his wife, Sandy, and her husband ... nothing more, but it wasn't hard to put the pieces together.
He sat anxiously, worriedly cursing himself for all those out-of-town trips, especially the ones that weren't really necessary. He knew he could have eased off on this twenty-four-hour-a-day work-drive of his months ago. And why not? They were pretty well fixed, the house nearly paid for. All the right clubs and two new cars in the garage ... Damn it, why didn't I stay home and keep an eye on her?
He knew without turning around that Karen had entered the bar; he heard the humming of the horny male customers, mostly salesmen away from home, rise to a feverish pitch as a pretty young woman crossed the red-carpeted lounge and went to the bar. Tom laughed sardonically to himself ... I wonder how many of these guys know what their wives are up to right now while they sit in some bar a hundred miles from home and ogle another man's wife?
"Mr. M-Malloy," she began haltingly, her hands fidgeting at her slender waist. He turned and saw the look of fear and apprehension on her pretty young face and he knew this was the real thing-no actress in the world could have feigned this mask of dread and shame.
"Right ... please sit down, and call me Tom, okay?" he managed to smile.
Karen climbed onto the stool beside him and glanced around to be sure no one was within earshot.
"You had something to say to me?" he said calmly, trying to appear unconcerned, or at the very least, less than panicky.
"I w-won't waste any time beating around the bush, Mr., uh, Tom ... My husband and your wife, well, they have been, uh ... how can I say it ... "
"They've been having an affair?" he asked thinly, his voice cracking in spite of himself.
Karen shook her pretty head. "Not exactly ... I don't think it's been going on very long. Bill said it was just that one time. You see, I was getting kind of suspicious of his behavior lately and, well, to tell the truth, I followed him. I was parked on your street when he went to your house last week. I knew something was going on, I just could feel it. You know how you get those feelings sometimes that something is wrong?"
Tom nodded, sipping frantically at the dregs of his drink. He signalled the bartender for another. "Yes, Karen ... I know exactly what you mean. Sandy hasn't been herself ... for about a week now."
"Well, when I got out of the car and went up the hill next to your house, you know, the one with all the azaleas and the pine trees."
"Yes, I know."
"Anyway, when I got high enough to see them, they were, well, they were naked and your wife was on top ... they were making love, Tom. I saw them!" She lowered her head and managed a tear ... a tear that looked to be of grief but was secretly from relief. Relief that she had gotten through the worst of this story without cracking.
"Do you remember the wall behind my pool, Karen? The red one with the flowers on it?"
She looked up, her eyes moist with tears ... He's trying to trip me up, just like Bill said he might! Boy, I'm glad I know the answer to that one!
"I remember the wall ... but it was blue, I think, and I can't honestly say that I recall any .flowers on it. But at a time like that, you don't look for details, you know?"
Tom smiled weakly. "You're right, Karen ... it is blue. That was a cheap trick and I'm sorry. But what do you intend to do now?"
"I'm going to divorce him, that's why I wanted to see you. I just thought you deserved to know what was going on before I dredge it up in court."
Tom flinched ... visions of his career sinking like a battle-weary freighter flashed before his eyes. "Uh, Karen ... let me ask you a delicate question."
"Okay."
"Could you see your way to forgive your husband if you knew he would never see my wife Sandy again? I mean, if I confront her and put an end to this right away, could you possibly consider not filing for divorce?"
Karen hesitated, remembering that Bill told her to take her time, not to appear too eager to change her mind. "Well ... I can hardly erase the memory of that sight, Tom. It wasn't very pretty, you have to understand."
He gulped hard. "It's not very pretty for me either, Karen. But I'll be honest with you. There's more at stake for me here than your divorce. I don't mean to appear callous, but it would be worth a great deal to me to keep this quiet. In exchange for my cooperation in seeing that it never happens again, of course."
Karen tried to look innocent and it was not difficult with her pert little girl's face. "What ... what do you mean?"
"I mean exactly this-would a couple of thousand dollars help you change your mind? I don't mean as a bribe or a pay-off. You could use it to take a trip or establish a bit of independence for yourself in case it ever happened again. How about it?"
Karen's eyes widened in surprise ... real surprise, for this was double what they hoped to get!
"Listen ... don't make up your mind now.
Think about it over night and call me in the morning at this private number." He handed her a card and thanked her, placing his hand affectionately on her shoulder and kissing her on the forehead before he left.
When he was gone, Karen ordered herself a glass of champagne and hurried to the nearest pay phone ... they were on their way to the big time!
* * *
Bill was laughing out loud as he neared the city limits, passing the crummy shop where he used to work. Impishly, he gave a loud honk with his air horns and waved, knowing that the pansy ex-boss of his would cringe and probably spend the afternoon on the verge of tears. He had lost most of his business to Hodge's Pool Service now, along with four of his ablest men, and though he blustered and shrieked like a woman with threats of lawsuits, nothing had ever come of it.
The Allen guy had fallen for the game even easier than the first sucker, and though he only came up with a grand, Karen took it unquestioningly. She had been under the strictest of instructions not to mention money or to hint for more if it came up ... there had to be no way the cops could nail him with an extortion rap if one of those guys got smart and sung to the district attorney's office.
Of course, the Aliens and the Malloys were not on his list of customers, but with the town growing in leaps and bounds, and fresh big money arriving almost daily, he had more business than he could handle just in service contracts. Plus the gravy he got from contracting for new pools and farming out the deals with a nice fat kick-back made it easier!
Bill turned up the radio and sang along with the nasal C & W artist ... Yes, sir, he had it made! Nothing could knock him out of the saddle now, nothing in the whole gaddamn world!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Karen had the date circled on her desk calendar at the small writing desk that came with the furnished house Bill had leased. Another of the. furnishings was a swimming pool, Bill's private joke at fate-in all the years he had spent cleaning and repairing them, never could he hope to even afford the down-payment on one, much less the upkeep.
This place was a contemporary, California-style house in one of the town's faster-growing prestige neighborhoods. The lot was nearly two acres, enough for absolute privacy.
Three more days until Bill comes home, damn. Sometimes I wish he hadn't ventured out on his own with this new company ... I never see him!
Karen remembered how it was before, the wild times they used to have in bed. And on the living room floor and even in the bath tub once!
But now! Now he was too busy making money faster than she knew how to spend it. Now there was only time for the business, and less and less time for her. She was becoming like those girls, Sandy and Darleen, but she tried not to think about it.
She drew back the draperies and saw that it was sunny outside and almost time for her morning swim. Her bikini was still damp, hanging in the shower where she forgot it, so she decided instead to wear a pair of super-short cut-off jeans and forget about the top. The gate at the bottom of the driveway was locked and besides, nobody ever came to see her anyway.
She slipped out of her negligee, and into the short faded jeans and went out the back door humming along with the music that piped through the house from the kitchen intercom.
Her whistled tune abruptly ended with a gasp of astonishment as she looked up and saw two men, two black men, working up a sweat over the pool's filter ... they were the servicemen from Bill's company. He didn't say they were coming, but he must have left them a key!
She tip-toed backwards into the shadow of the house without them seeing her, her arms folded over her breasts as her nipples quivered just from being so close to two men without her top on.
Karen watched them as they worked-they must not have been told anyone was at home, for they dropped four-letter words like so much salt in their conversation, laughing and teasing each other with phrases as they worked in the hot sun. They both had their shirts off and their backs were rock-hard and banded with cords of dark rippling muscle that narrowed at their trim waists and disappeared under their work trousers. Karen felt her pulse quicken as she remembered her favorite "lonely times" companion, Bill's Scandinavian porno book, the one with the two blonde Danish schoolgirls and the black men ... she shivered with curiosity as she wondered whether these two handsome black men were built like the ones in the photographs.
Suddenly, one of them twisted too hard on a fitting inside the pump shelter and grease splattered his pants in black, sticky splotches.
"Shit, man, look what you done! I can't work the rest of the day like this ... fuck, man, I'll have to take time off and go change!"
His companion shrugged him off. "Listen, motherfucker, you're just makin' a lot o' noise over nothin'. Just take 'em off and rinse 'em out there at that faucet ... by the time we finish, they oughta bee almost dry."
"Man, you crazy! I can't take 'em off ... I ain't wearing no drawers!"
"You calling me queer or somethin'?" the younger one teased. "I ain't gonna look at your big black ass!"
"But what if somebody comes home?"
"Shit, man, it's the boss's house, ain't it? And didn't he say he'd be gone 'til the end of the week? What'ya worried about? There ain't nobody to see you but me and I won't laugh at your skinny little pecker!"
He took a mock-fierce swing at his friend and bowled him over. "All right ... but none of your shit, all right?"
Karen's heart nearly leaped out her throat as the big handsome black unzipped his trousers and peeled them to the ground down his muscled, sinewy legs. He was hung like a stud-bull, maybe eight or nine inches long, and it was still soft. It was dangling between his legs like a black iron pipe!
She watched him move, cat-like despite his size, and as she watched the two blacks, they were no longer the servicemen from her husband's company ... they miraculously changed before her eyes into the two men from the book, from the source of her favorite erotic fantasy!
And she was Karen Hodges ... she was a Danish schoolgirl, giggly and eager for her first taste of black meat! She stepped from the shadows and moved toward them, her arms at her sides and her full, proud breasts naked and glistening in the morning sun.
"Hi...!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The naked one jumped for his wet trousers and held them over his cock, sputtering with surprise and fear. This wasn't the Deep South, but the white folks in this rich man's neighborhood wouldn't take too kindly to a black exposing himself to one of the fine genteel ladies ... even if she was naked to the waist and seemingly proud of it!
"Hey, is this some kind of crazy joke, Miz Hodges?" the naked man gasped incredulously, looking around as if he expected a lynch mob dressed in sheets to come cresting over the hill.
"No ... it's no joke. Unless you think I'm some kind of joke," she said softly, her eyes glazed with a strange far-away desire. She unzipped her shorts and pulled them down over her hips, wriggling them free of her buttocks.
Karen felt the two black men staring at the naked vee of pubic fleece between her legs and she could feel the heat of their passion as their eyes mentally caressed her, searching the moist depths of her young white-girl's pussy!
The older man grinned broadly. "Naw, it ain't no joke ... the lady's got her pussy all set for some dark meat, ain't that right, Ma'am?"
Karen nodded, pushing her shorts down her long slender legs with the toes of one foot. She was completely naked now, like an alabaster Venus rising from the waters of the pool. The younger black let his pants drop in a crumpled heap at his feet. Then he too was naked.
Her eyes followed the muscled hardness of his belly to the coarse thicket of his pubic hair ... and the incredibly long, hard length of his ebony cock! It jutted from his crotch like a third leg, thick and uncircumcised, and when he grabbed it and eased the fleshy foreskin back over the bulbous dark tip, Karen lost her breath as she thought of it between her legs ... God, what a beautiful black dick! I want it ... just like those Danish girls, I want it bad!
There was no foreplay, no teasing games ... and there was no need for them. Karen was ready for her first black man-two of them!-and they could feel the savage heat rising from her pussy like a vaporous mist, tickling their flared nostrils with the sweet scent of her forbidden lust!
"Over here, honky bitch ... on your knees!" the young one spat venomously. Karen didn't mind; in fact, his sneering hostility made it even better somehow, like she was being held captive and raped by a pair of horny stud blacks!
She dropped anxiously to her knees on the patch of grass near his feet and he knelt behind her. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see the look of hatred in his face ... but it was mostly directed at himself, hatred for desiring this white woman so badly, for betraying his own race!
His hands groped at her soft naked buttocks, his fingers probing wantonly her yielding flesh. His thumbs parted the smooth white cheeks of her ass and Karen groaned as she felt the rush of cool air into her naked crotch.
His long, thick black cock rode up eagerly between her slender white thighs, spreading them apart with its hugeness, and she whimpered excitedly as the blood-heated tip slid over the trembling lips of her pussy. He rocked forward on his knees and let an inch or so dip into the clasping liquid depths of her cunt ... but there was something else he had in store for this teasing white bitch, something she probably hadn't dreamed of!
It happened so fast, Karen had no time to protest until it was too late. The rubbery thick knob of his prick pushed unexpectedly against the clenched nether lips of her rectum ... until they gave with a plopping noise and he was inside her, deeply burrowed in the warm anal grip of her asshole!
"Unngghhh! Aaaawww, you're killing me! God, take it out! I can't stand it! I'll split in half from your big dick in my ass!" she screamed, but there was no stopping him now.
Instinctively, Karen tightened her rectum in a last-ditch attempt to force him out of her bowels, but the tightening only increased the fervor of his wanton sodomization as the soft clinging grip of her anus closed arousingly around his stiff black prick. He started now to fuck her cruelly, with long hard thrusts that poked literally into her belly, right up the nether sheath of her ass. His balls swung heavily up between her trembling, sweat-drenched thighs and rubbed the pink folds of her pussy as he fucked her, adding unwanted arousal to her incredible pain!
But there was a fast-charging sensation that was coming to the forefront of her emotions, pushing everything else out of its way in one head-long rush toward oblivion ... and that emotion was naked, pagan lust! She was starting to really turn on to this salacious, vile act ... she wanted it, she wanted it again and again until his huge black prick erupted inside her and she could feel the soothing balm-like warmth of his gushing hot cum!
The older man was naked now as well and he leaned close to his friend's ear. "Turn her over, man ... let's sandwich the cunt!"
The young black laughed insanely and Karen trembled with dread-she thought she knew what he meant, but she was too terrified to believe it might happen to her! Two of them at once, both their huge black cocks inside her, working and poking and fucking her until she screamed for mercy!
"But first, I need some juice on my pecker ... Can't fuck with a dry dick!" the man chuckled, and before Karen knew what he meant, his prick was shoved coarsely between her lips and she was choking and gagging on the sweaty black knob.
"Lick it bitch, and get it nice and wet!"
Karen did as she was told, though his cock was awful tasting and reeked of unwashed days and nights. She was relieved when he took it from her mouth, but her relief was short-lived ... she was lifted bodily into the air like she was weightless, the black's long thick cock still hugely embedded in her rectum!
His hands crudely groped her soft white breasts, squeezing them roughly as he pulled her up and over, stretching her out on his belly, his prick still deeply shoved up her ass.
Karen whimpered as she felt the other black straddle his friend's legs and push her white yielding thighs apart to give him full access to the naked pink treasures of her pussy.
"Aaawwww!" she cried as she felt the knobbish head of his dick slipping into the hair-rimmed slit of her pussy. Suddenly ... she had to have it! She had to have both of them!
"Oh, yes, yes! Shove it in me! Push your big black dick in my pussy!" she gurgled, writhing excruciatingly on the upraised impalement of the black man's huge erection.
She began to wail animalishly, her mouth dropping open and an almost bestial whine pouring from her lips. The other man was in her ... she could feel his hugely throbbing long black cock slithering deeply into the clasping heat of her cuntal sheath, deeper than Bill had ever been, far down into the virginal depths of her belly!
Sadistically impaled on the younger one's horse-sized prick, she was now sandwiched between them, cruelly pinned on both their long ebony erections. They whispered in hoarse, grunting voices about how they could feel each other as they jointly fucked the naked white girl, their cocks only a thin membrane apart as they screwed her with deep, vicious strokes that made her weep from the agonizing pain.
Their deep, hard strokes moved into a mutual tempo of jungle-fucking, the two of them fucking her as one man, a great huge two-pronged black prick inside her like the devil himself!
Karen was mewling like an alley cat in heat as the ecstatic thrill of her wanton, forbidden ravishment took control of her body and soul. An animalish whine rippled from deep in her chest as the two men coarsely fondled her naked breasts, one of them sucking on her soft pink nipples and licking them with his tongue.
When the man on top of her lifted his naked, bony hips from her crotch, to draw his cock out of her pink pussy-lips before sinking to the hilt again in the warm liquid depths of her belly, she could see down between her breasts as she lifted her head painfully. There between her thighs she could see the soft clinging folds of moist pussyflesh being drawn out in warm wet sheets until he dropped his pelvis down onto her crotch and shoved the soft tissue-like flesh of her cunt back into the heat of her vagina.
She could not see the man under her at all, but she could certainly tell he was there as his upthrust black cock bored like a drill-bit into the virginal tightness of her rectum. She was cruelly sandwiched between the two blacks, fucked and viciously sodomized at once by a pair of the biggest black pricks she had ever dreamed of in her wildest feminine fantasies!
On and on they took her, fucking her skillfully with long, slippery thrusts that smacked into her flesh until she began to gasp for breath and her whole body started to quiver like a plucked guitar string.
"Oh fuck ... fuck ... I'm ... I'M CCUUMMIINNGG!!" she wailed like a forlorn banshee, her hips working with such wanton ferocity she nearly squirmed her black lovers out of her love-tunnels.
Karen cried out as she felt her belly suddenly loosen from its knotted pain of lust and then her cunt flowered gushingly and flooded the two black pricks with the warm rivulet of her love-juices, trickling from the widely-stretched lips of her pussy and dripping down the smooth hairless cleft of her ass to where the other man fucked her savagely from below.
Her orgasm was like a trigger, and their wild grunting climaxes were only seconds apart. Together, as one double-ended dark hose, they emptied their hostilities and their lusts in a thick spurting fountain of sperm that filled her to overflowing and gushed down the insides of her thighs as she shook and squirmed with the last throes of her wanton desires!
"Yessss, yess ... fill me with your hot cum! Shoot your big thick dicks in me, pump me full with your huge black pricks! Oooooohhh!"
Only moments earlier, he had stopped at the gate, leaving his car to unlock it. only to remember he had given his key to his servicemen, Hank and Tom.
Bill cursed himself for not remembering, for now he would have to walk up the hill and get the spare from Karen if she was at home. He knocked on the front door and went in, calling for her softly in case she was asleep.
Finding no one, he went out onto the back terrace ... but he was stopped in his tracks like his guts had been shot away by a .44 Magnum.
There in the shadows of the trees behind the pool, was his wife, nakedly entwined like a ten-dollar whore with the two black men he trusted with his key. His first thought was instinctively of rape, but the moans and mewls of pleasure he heard rising from Karen's throat put that to rest immediately ... if it was rape, she must have raped them!
He could see it all, their bodies grinding together, the clear distinction of hard black skin on soft white flesh, their cocks hard and glistening with his own wife's love-juices as they fucked her at once, one in her cunt and the other hotly embedded in her asshole!
He heard his wife begin to scream as her orgasm crested, and he watched, mesmerized with disgust, and sick with shame as she writhed and bucked frantically between them, taking every inch of their huge thick pricks and begging for more!
The bile rose in his throat and he cupped his hand over his face, running through the house and back to his car, still at the curb.
He sat there in the seat for a few moments, then started off in low gear, quietly disappearing before he was spotted. His hands trembled and his stomach felt as though someone wearing a size twelve boot had kicked him a time or two.
But gradually his senses returned and his grip tightened on the wheel as he turned the Continental into the lot at the country club he had just joined. He still had his business, after all, and money and the cars and the good life he had sought.
He hurried inside for a drink, his knees unsteady as if he had been in a fight and lost. Somehow the clubhouse seemed different than he remembered it, cheaper and tawdrier than he recalled it looking a few days ago.
There was a prospect at the bar, a man he had been chasing for weeks to install a pool in his new house. He gulped hard and a smile appeared like magic on his lips.
"Bob Morton, how the hell are you!" he said warmly, slapping him on the back. "Let's talk some business, What'dya say?"
