Sexual fulfillment, shared in the conjugal bed, is one of the greatest joys of matrimony. Yet, how many married couples find frustration and disappointment in the bedroom? Tragically, far too many of these unhappy individuals keep their sexual dissatisfactions secret from their partners. For whatever reasons, real or imagined, they choose to keep their true feelings hidden. Instead of striving to improve the situation and correct the inadequacies within their marriage, they often seek the carnal pleasures denied by their mates outside the marriage bed... and infidelity results.
Many such marriages do not survive when the extracurricular affairs are discovered by the wronged partner. Bitterness, anger, and hurt are part of the price which is paid. Some are left with wounds that even the passage of time cannot heal and permanent emotional scars remain. Adultery is usually cited as the legal cause of the dissolution of the union and this may be accepted as truth even by the pathetic individuals involved. Upon closer examination, however, the true reason for the marital break-up is the tragic inability to communicate.
Even today, in this age of greater sexual enlightenment, many persons still suffer from the misconception that sex for pleasure is wrong, that decent people simply do not indulge in such activity strictly for fun. They harbor the mistaken idea that engaging in sexual play solely for carnal pleasure is only the behavior of certain segments of society. Still, these same individuals often fantasize about the very acts which they consider unmentionable. They consider the secret sexual escapades in which their imaginations privately indulge sinful. Because of their erroneous attitudes, they are ashamed to reveal their erotic fantasies to their mates.
Yet, why shouldn't a married couple enjoy each other's bodies strictly for the physical and emotional joys which they can both give and receive? What greater way is there for two people who truly care for each other to express their love than to learn the other's needs and then strive to fulfill them? This is what gives depth and meaning to an intimate relationship between the opposite sex. Instead of communicating their sexual needs, however, many persons remain silent. As a result, many spend years, even lifetimes, settling for a physical relationship that falls painfully short of their actual desires. The irony of such cases lies in the fact that if the couples involved would be honest with their partners, many would find, to their delight and amazement, that their sexual yearnings are similar... even identical. Due to lack of rapport, however, many endure a bleak and frustrating existence instead of attaining a happy and mutually gratifying partnership.
Such is the case with Pam and Ross Jamison. Left with emotional scars from his unsuccessful first marriage, Ross suffers from mistaken attitudes and sexual hangups that damage his relationship with his second wife, Pam. Even though he loves his voluptuous wife deeply, Ross is afraid to reveal the intensity of his passion in the conjugal bed. When his pent-up desires become explosive, he turns to other women for physical release.
Because his inexperienced wife misunderstands her husband's behavior, she, too, is reluctant to express her secret erotic desires. Frustrated and resentful, Pam becomes adulterous in a pathetic and misguided attempt to find the sexual fulfillment which the man she loves cannot provide. As a result, the Jamisons endure a great deal of heartache. In the final analysis, the inability to communicate with each other is the true culprit. If Pam and Ross could have been honest and open with each other, their mutual suffering might have been avoided. Like so many couples before them, however, they kept their innermost feelings bottled up until they erupted in bitterness and betrayal.
How unfortunate it is when a relationship which is rooted in love does not flourish and grow because the individuals involved simply cannot relate their intimate needs. Complete sexual harmony, achieved together, is something which every married couple has a right to expect and enjoy. And this can be attained. The first step, however, is often the establishment of effective rapport between married partners. Only when needs are understood can they be met. It is the author's intent that the story of the Jamisons will enlighten the reader regarding a marriage suffering from the blight of misunderstanding. Hopefully, this novel will show that once an honest dialogue is achieved, even a relationship which seems to be withering can be tenderly nurtured until it blossoms into a mature and rewarding perennial union.
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CHAPTER ONE
Pam Jamison rose from the tub and lifted a suntanned, slender leg over the side. As she stepped onto the bath mat, naked and dripping wet, her melonous breasts bobbed gently, two glistening pale mounds of flesh. At the sudden contact to air, her pink and pointed nipples tightened, making Pam's huge tits even more round and firm as she reached for a towel.
Even though she was thirty, the attractive housewife with the ginger hair which matched the fuzzy V of her unsatisfied pussy was blessed with a figure so ripe and luscious that both male and female heads turned in her direction when she passed. Men's eyes brightened with lust and women's narrowed with envy.
The high tits which demanded a D-cup bra were topped with large pastel nipples, two tempting berries that ached to be sucked by an eager mouth. Pam pressed the thirsty towel against her enormous boobs. Patting them dry, she gazed down at her full bosom, letting her fingers trace the outline of its generous curves.
Suddenly, she dropped the towel so that she could grab her big firm breasts with both hands and squeeze them good and hard. How I wish Ross would do this to me, she thought, her cunt beating in silent agreement as her fingers continued to knead the pale flesh. I wish he'd grab my tits and squeeze them till they hurt!
Pam's full lips parted as she fantasized about her husband. Though the woman with the shoulder-length hair often daydreamed about what she secretly longed to have her man do to her in bed, Pam's erotic dreams had yet to be fulfilled. She loved her good-looking husband with all her heart and wanted nothing more in life than a happy and successful marriage. But Ross was not the passionate, expert, and demanding lover that Pam had hoped he'd be when they married over, a year ago.
If only he'd pinch and twist my nipples, she sighed, manipulating the pointed tips with her own fingers until they stood out rosy and stiff with excitement. And then suck them! she thought, closing her eyes. God, how I wish Ross would suck the hell out of my boobs! Pam's fingers worked faster, plucking her nipples as she envisioned Ross' mouth pulling on her tender flesh. Her cunt throbbed with a steady beat, now, and its love-starved inner walls grew creamy with desire and frustration. A frustration that was plaguing the big-busted housewife more and more lately.
"Oh, why torture myself?" she groaned, trying to quell the all-too-familiar ache of her naked and lovely body. Pam opened her eyes, abandoned her excited tits, and bent over to retrieve the damp towel. The delicate petals of her pussy peeked out, pink and glistening and ready for action.
But Ross wasn't home. Pam's thirty-five-year old husband, an insurance agent, had left the house over an hour ago, saying that he had to call on a prospective customer. "Maybe he'll want to do it when he comes home," Pam told herself hopefully. Even a half-hearted fuck was better than none.
The voluptuous housewife tried to divert her thoughts as she dried her nude body. But when she blotted the curly mass of reddish brown pubic hair, she couldn't resist letting the towel linger between her parted legs. 'Mmmmmm," she murmured as the nubbiness of the terry teased at the sensitive membranes of her hungry pussy. "Feels good."
She slid the towel back and forth between her outspread thighs, thrilling to the feel of the rough fabric against the bud of her clitoris. She moved the towel slowly, sensuously. The pounding of her sex-starved cunt grew stronger, more demanding, and the juices of her sexual arousal flowed more freely.
"Damn, how I need a good fuck!" she whimpered. It felt good to say it. "FUCK!" she repeated, feeling her excitement mount at the sound of the forbidden word. Pam had read numerous lusty novels over the years, books that were filled with four-letter words. Words that she knew Ross would find disgusting. How shocked her unsuspecting husband would be if he knew how often the wife he so revered used so-called dirty words in her sexual fantasies.
Pam was ashamed of her secret thoughts but she couldn't stop them. All those words increased her sexual excitement, stimulated her. Even though she knew that Ross would be horrified, Pam wished, desperately, that the man she loved would say and do the wild, uninhibited things that lovers did in the novels she read in secret. Books that left her aching with need and envy.
Panting, Pam spread her suntanned legs, removing the towel. In its place came her eager fingers. The sexually-frustrated housewife pressed her hand against the gaping creamy folds of her parted pussy and stroked. Her azure eyes were thick-lidded and bright with lust as she explored the wetness of her cunt. When her fingers brushed against the swollen bud of her clitoris, Pam gasped with delight.
Oh damn, damn, that feels good! she told herself, shivering with pleasure. The rigid nipples of her twin hills of flesh were two fiery needles now, stiff and oh-so-ready for roving hands and greedy, sucking lips. Pam's fingers moved to the oily slit of her vagina. Her passion-coated cunt was pounding with need. How the naked and spread-legged woman ached to shove her fingers all the way up the deprived depths of her leaking pussy. To pretend, all the while, that it was Ross' stiff prick inside her.
"Yes, Ross' PRICK!" she said, savoring the word. "Not his penis," she added, her voice tremulous as her fingers continued to stroke. "But his big, dripping COCK!"
Suddenly, Pam caught a glimpse of her flushed and lustful face in the bathroom mirror and the reflection brought her to her senses. She quickly withdrew her hand from her throbbing cunt. Thoroughly ashamed of her wanton behavior, of the fact that she had begun to masturbate again, the naked housewife bent over the wash basin, her huge tits dangling like pale giant teardrops as she scrubbed her hands.
She felt soiled, dirty, and shameful. Tears stung her eyes as she cleaned the fingers that just moments earlier, had been engaged in self-stimulation of her frustrated pussy. Pam had been masturbating frequently and even though the things she did to herself in secret brought temporary physical relief, they also left her with feelings of shame and guilt.
When she reached for a clean towel to dry her hands, Pam noticed that the water level in the tub hadn't changed. She checked to make certain that she hadn't left the washcloth over the drain or failed to remove the stopper. Convinced that she'd done neither, Pam quickly dressed into shorts and a halter, then went to the utility room for a plunger. She spent several minutes trying to free the clogged drain but her efforts were in vain.
"Damn," she muttered, placing her hands on her curvaceous hips. "Looks like this thing is really stopped up this time." The bathtub drain had been sluggish ever since Pam and Ross Jamison rented this house three weeks earlier. If they weren't still lacking a telephone, Pam would have contacted their landlord about it before this.
When they'd given old Mr. Rodgers the first month's rent in advance, the man promised to take care of any problems which might arise. He assured them that he'd send a repairman out should anything go wrong with the plumbing or wiring. Mr. Rogers admitted that he seldom visited his income property these days. Instead, he relied on hired help.
"Jus' gimme a ring," the wiry, bent man had advised. "And I'll see to it that someone gits out there right quick. I don't want me no unhappy tenants, no sirree!" he added.
Pam stared at the water-filled tub and decided it was time to see if the old landlord lived up to his promises. Seeing she and Ross were still on a waiting list for telephone installation, Pam sighed and headed for the back door. The pretty housewife would have preferred having Ross drive to a public phone to call Mr. Rogers but there was no telling what time her husband might come home. He might get in too late to telephone the landlord and Pam wanted that tub repaired as soon as possible. With this midsummer heat and no air-conditioning, a daily bath was definitely a necessity!
I'll go ask the Tomiseks if lean use their phone, she thought as she stepped out into the sultry July night, her cantaloupe-size tits jiggling beneath her clinging halter. Pam was not one to impose on neighbors, especially ones she scarcely knew. But she hoped that when she explained the problem, the couple next door wouldn't mind her asking to use their phone just this once.
Her rounded buttocks jutted enticingly from beneath her brief shorts as she treaded quietly on the soft grass which was already coated with evening dew. Dusk had descended and the ambrosial scent of phlox hung heavy in the humid air. Fireflies lighted her path with brief, intermittent flickers as the voluptuous woman crossed the lot line separating their house from that of Blanche and Stan Tomisek.
Pam saw that the lamp over Blanche's kitchen sink was on and she wondered if Stan, who was working the night shift down at the factory, was asleep. He started his shift at midnight, she knew, and it was twenty minutes to nine. "I'll knock softly at the kitchen door," Pam whispered to herself, heading for the rear of the house. The Tomisek's phone was in the kitchen, anyway, and Pam would make her call to Mr. Rogers as quickly and quietly as possible, then make a hasty exit.
When she passed beneath the bedroom window, Pam heard voices and the attractive housewife paused, feeling somewhat relieved. Evidently, Stan was awake so she wouldn't have to worry about the possibility of disturbing him. She was about to continue on toward the Tomisek's back door when Blanche's sudden, ecstatic cry kept Pam rooted to the spot, on toward the Tomisek's back door when Blanche's sudden, ecstatic cry kept Pam rooted to the spot.
"Ohhhhhh, Stan!" Blanche cried out in a tremulous voice. Pam stood mute and transfixed as she heard her blonde neighbor sigh. "Ohhhhh, that feels marvelloussss!"
Stan's gruff voice was next. "You really dig havin' yer cunt licked, don't you, baby?"
"Mmmmmmm, yessssss!" Blanche agreed. "But Jesus, don't stop, honey. Give me more, more! Lick my cunt dry!"
Stan emitted a guttural laugh. "Then spread yer legs, baby," he ordered. "And let me have a hell of a good go at yer sweet little pussy."
Pam stood beneath her neighbors' bedroom window and felt the fuzzy triangle between her legs begin to pulsate at the sounds of Blanche's soft whimpers and the wet slurping sound which accompanied her outcries. Stan's tongue! she realized, breathing harder as she listened. Why, he's actually tonguing Blanche down there! She knew that she should creep silently away and return to her house. It was the only decent thing to do but the sex-starved housewife couldn't move.
It was just like in the books she'd read, just like her own secret sexual fantasies. As she listened to Blanche's moans and cries of delight, Pam's pussy throbbed with hunger and envy. The crotch of her bikini panties grew damp as she wondered what it was like to have a man do that, to feel a warm wet tongue inside her open cunt.
Oh, if only Ross would go down on me, Pam thought longingly, her huge breasts rising and falling beneath her skimpy halter as her heart pounded with excitement. Perspiration trickled down between her enormous boobs and the creamy nectar of arousal staining her panties felt pleasantly warm against the pulsating membranes of her pussy. If only he'd spread my legs and bury his face in my pussy and suck the hell out of me! she thought.
But Ross wasn't that kind of a lover and he did not consider Pam that kind of a woman. Ross made love to Pam as though she were some sort of delicate china doll that might break. Pam adored Ross, loved him with all her being, but he did not satisfy her in bed. He was much too gentle and tame and it was always over much too quickly for Pam. Most of the time, she didn't even achieve orgasm.
Yes, somehow, Pam just couldn't bring herself to tell Ross how she felt about his lovemaking, about her secret sexual desires. She was afraid he'd be disappointed in her, that he'd consider her indecent. How lucky Blanche is, Pam thought enviously as she stood beneath the window. To have herself a real man!
Suddenly, as the pounding of her saturated pussy increased, the mere act of listening to the Tomisek's lovemaking wasn't enough. Pam wanted to see Stan's tongue swirl across his wife's cunt. She had to see his face nestled between her outspread legs and she longed to watch Blanche's reaction. She hated herself for what she was doing but it was as if she had no will of her own as moving quietly, Pam reached for a beer case which rested against the side of the house. A heavy beer drinker, Stan kept a case outside the back door, returning the empty bottles to the box as he consumed several throughout the day.
Pam lifted the carton, then lowered it, placing it directly beneath their bedroom window. She lifted a slim leg and climbed on top of the carton. Now, the thirty-year-old housewife could see into her neighbors' bedroom with ease. The window was raised several inches and the faint breeze drifting through the screen parted the drapes just enough. Enough to conceal Pam's face yet allow her an adequate view of the Tomisek bed.
Pam's wide nipples tightened into twin nubs of excitement and she licked her full lips as she saw Blanche lying naked and spread-eagle, a look of sheer rapture on her face as her husband licked her cunt with gusto. Stan's thick hands were pressed hard against his wife's inner thighs and Pam found herself wondering, irrelevantly, if her blonde-haired neighbor would sport bruises tomorrow.
If she does, it'll sure be worth it! Pam decided, watching Blanche with genuine envy. Blanche's eyes were half-closed, reflecting carnal pleasure, and her mouth hung open. Although her breasts were not as large as Pam's, they were more than ample. Now, as she thrilled to the expert ministrations of her husband's warm wet tongue, her tits were round and firm with sexual stimulation and her beige nipples stood straight up, stiff and pleading, as though they ached to be sucked too.
But Stan's mouth was busy elsewhere. His dark head hovered between Blanche's widely-splayed thighs and Pam felt her pelvis flame with desire as she peered through the window. Her heart pounded and sweat trickled between the deep crevice of her rounded asscheeks as she listened to the wonderful slurping, sucking sounds of Stan's tongue as it slithered across the sensitive creamy folds of his wife's gaping, quivering cunt.
"Oh, Stan," Blanche gasped, bucking and jerking as his warm tongue kept flicking across her blood-filled clitoris. "Go up me," she begged, her pale outstretched thighs quivering. "Fuck me with your tongue, honey!"
Stan paused momentarily to give his wife a wet-faced leering grin. "Say please, baby," he teased.
When Stan lifted his head, Pam could see the protruding petals of Blanche's parted coral crevice. The blonde's fuzz-lined love nest glistened with both saliva and the juices of feminine passion. At the sight of Blanche's stiff, red clitoris, Pam felt her own cunt convulse, felt the warm trickle of her growing need as the stickiness of her crotch increased. God, what I wouldn't give to change places with her right now! she thought, panting.
"Please, Stan," Blanche begged, her voice raspy. "Please fuck me with your tongue!"
With a small triumphant laugh, Stan lowered his dark head, once again, into the pulpy recess of his wife's widespread genitals. This time, his face pressed even closer and Pam peered through the bedroom window enviously. His skillful tongue darted out, lapping up the oils of passion that had quickly gathered between the delicate folds of Blanche's pussy during the brief respite of Stan's warm oral member.
The voyeuring housewife with the ginger hair felt her own mound of Venus leak profusely as she heard Blanche moan with pleasure. Then, Stan's long tongue found the oily slit of his wife's cuntal opening. It darted up, swirling and probing as if possessed of a life of its own making Blanche's pelvis rise and fall sporadically.
"Oh, Jesus!" she gasped, her split legs trembling as the wonderful warm tongue continued to invade her slick vaginal walls. "Ohhhhh, Stan!" The blonde's wide hips thrashed about the bed, making her husband's head bob. "Christ, that's good," she gasped. "Deeper, Stan. Oh fuck me deeper!"
As she stood on the beer case and watched her neighbors, Pam's mouth felt dry but her pussy had never felt wetter. Nor had the fuzzy triangle between her long and slender legs ever pounded out its need with such fury. Seeing Blanche's pelvis respond in erratic jerks, Pam knew that her neighbor was soaring toward orgasm. When Blanche did cum, there was no mistaking it. The rapturous blonde thrashed about the bed like a fish out of water, clutching the sheet and crying out in wild abandon.
Until now, Pam had only read or fantasized about soul-searing orgasms. Actually seeing another woman experience one made the frustrated housewife's entire body come alive. Her whole being was aflame and pounding with an emptiness and burning need that demanded fulfillment. Pam's enormous tits quivered and their luscious nipples poked through the clingy fabric of her halter as they grew rigid with sexual excitement.
When Blanche's ragged, breathing finally subsided, Stan wiped his mouth, grinned, and grabbed himself two handfuls of tit. "Was it good, baby?" he asked, confident of an affirmative reply.
"Ohhhhhh, Stan," Blanche sighed, gazing up at him with feline eyes. "It was the greatest." She ran her fingers along his hairy back. "You know, sometimes I think I like having you fuck me with your tongue almost as much as fucking me with that great big gorgeous cock of yours!"
Stan quit playing with his wife's boobs and rolled over on his broad back. "Speakin' of great big gorgeous cocks," he said, his lust-thickened prick rising majestically. "How 'bout goin' down on me?" His impressive penis quivered expectantly, its swollen tip scarlet, glistening with pre-coital juices. "You just had yerself one hell of a good cunt-lickin', right, baby?"
"I sure as hell did, honey," Blanche purred.
With one hand, Stan reached out to lace stubby fingers through his wife's blonde hair while he grabbed the thick base of his distended prick with the other. "Then how 'bout givin' yer ever-lovin' one hell of a good cock-suckin', huh?"
Blanche looked at Stan's huge, leaking spearhead and smiled. She wanted to go down on him for Blanche thoroughly enjoyed giving her husband a good blow-job. But it excited her more when he got a little rough. And Blanche knew just how to make that happen. "Say please, honey," she teased just as Stan had done when she'd asked him to lick her cunt.
But Stan wouldn't go along with that game and Blanche knew it. He like hearing his wife beg to be fucked and sucked for it made him feel dominant and superior. But when Stan wanted sexual gratification, he demanded instant fulfillment. "I said suck me off, you bitch!" he commanded in his sandpaper voice, pulling her head down so that Blanche's mouth touched his crimson leaking cock.
Pam's pussy was throbbing so hard, now, that she could hardly stand still. What a huge prick! she thought, her azure eyes wide with admiration as she stared. She watched Blanche stretch her lips into a wide oval and Pam leaned close to the open window. Is Blanche really going to be able to fit that big cock into her mouth? she wondered, fidgeting as her pussy pounded.
But Pam never did find out for just then, she heard the rattle of a garbage can lid just a few feet away. Myrtle Snyder must be out in back, she realized, her heart pounding with sudden fear and guilt. Even though Pam had lived here just three weeks, she was already well aware of the fact that the slovenly obese widow who lived directly behind her was the local busybody and trouble-maker. It seemed that Myrtle Snyder had a genuine talent for being on the scene whenever anything sensational occurred in the neighborhood. And the loquacious woman enjoyed nothing more than repeating everything she saw or heard in vivid detail, regardless of whose reputation she damaged.
That's all I need is to have that fat old gossip see me spying on the Tomiseks, Pam thought, climbing off the beer case as quickly and noiselessly as possible. Her face flaming, she lifted the case to return it to the side of the house. Pam knew that she would be consumed by shame and humiliation if anyone discovered that she'd resorted to the lowly act of watching her neighbors make love.
And what would Ross say? Pam felt certain that her conservative proper husband would be thoroughly disgusted with her. Ross, who never made love unless the bedroom was immersed in total darkness, would be sickened to learn that the wife he considered so decent and respectable was, in truth, a female Peeping Tom!
Darting amongst the shadows in fearful silence, Pam fled home. Once inside, she sank into a kitchen chair, trembling. It had been a close call but she was fairly certain that she was safe, that, luckily, she had escaped Myrtle's eagle eye. Never again! Pam vowed in silence as she rose from the chair and went to the bedroom. Never again will I do such an awful thing!
As she sat before her dressing table mirror, brushing her shoulder-length hair, the attractive housewife decided to wait until tomorrow to phone the landlord about the clogged bathtub drain. The nearest public phone was too far a walk at this hour. And aside from the old gossip she'd just avoided, Pam didn't feel that she knew her other neighbors well enough to ask a favor. By the time Ross got home, it would probably be too late to disturb old Mr. Rogers, she thought. At his advanced age, Pam felt certain that he retired fairly early.
And Stan and Blanche Tomisek certainly couldn't be disturbed right now! Pam's pussy throbbed with longing as she thought about what the couple next door were doing. Blanche is giving Stan a blow-job, Pam reminded herself, feeling her pelvis swirl with a delicious warmth. I wonder how it feels to have a warm prick inside your mouth? she speculated.
Pam had never sucked Ross' cock. Or any other man's. An only child, Pam had spent most of her young life caring for her widowed invalid mother-a selfish and imperious woman. Because the old cripple demanded so much of her daughter's time and attention, Pam rarely dated. Although she'd experienced some sex over the years, it had never been good for Pam. Even though Pam's face was pretty and her figure voluptuous, she had little opportunity to meet members of the opposite sex. The few men she did manage to meet were quickly scared away by her ill-tempered and sharp-tongued mother.
Highly passionate, Pam dealt with her sexual frustrations in the only way that she could. By reading salacious books and masturbating. Although her self-stimulation brought temporary physical relief to her lovely young body, Pam harbored feelings of guilt about the things she did to herself once her frail mother was asleep. And she vowed that if her cherished, and seemingly hopeless, dream of marriage ever came true, she would never masturbate again.
It wasn't until Pam met Ross Jamison that her life changed. Ross wasn't like the others. Despite her mother's rude behavior, Ross kept calling Pam, kept coming to the house to visit. Most of their dates were spent in the gloomy living room with Pam's mother hunched in her wheel chair, frowning her disapproval.
It didn't take Pam long to fall madly in love with the good-looking insurance agent with the sandy hair and gray eyes. When Ross proposed, promising to look after Pam's invalid mother as well, Pam wept with joy. Shortly after Ross gave Pam a lovely diamond engagement ring, the old woman's weak heart finally gave out. Four months after her death, Pam and Ross had a quiet wedding.
Pam knew that Ross had been married before, several years ago. But he never really told her much about that brief unhappy union which resulted in divorce. And Pam didn't pry. Instead, Pam determined that she would be the kind of wife Ross wanted her to be. That she would do everything possible to please the man she so adored.
Pam was eager to please Ross in the bedroom, as well. But the man she loved never displayed any real passion when they made love. Much to her disappointment, he never fondled her huge tits or sucked on them the way she'd dreamed of for so long. And Ross never touched her in all those special secret places that the curvaceous woman with the ginger hair longed to be touched.
How Pam ached to feel Ross' mouth encircling her firm breasts, to have him press his face against her gaping pussy and tongue her sensitive cuntal membranes, to stimulate that wonderful little bud inside her pussy that responded so wildly to the faintest touch. But Ross completely ignored her clitoris as well as her big boobs and nipples. He made love quickly and quietly, mounting and dismounting before Pam had a chance to feel much of anything-except frustration.
The voluptuous housewife hungered for the taste of her husband's magnificent cock inside her sensuous mouth. How often she fantasized about sucking him off, of probing the tip of her tongue down inside the hollow of his leaking glans. But Pam did not dare tell Ross of her secret sexual fantasies.
Once, when Pam had been especially aroused, she nestled against Ross as they lay in bed. Then, she slid her arm around his narrow waist and let her hand slide downward toward his penis. But she felt her husband's body tense, heard him gasp in disbelief, and she went no farther. Even though Ross had not said a word, Pam sensed his disapproval.
Her face flaming with humiliation, Pam moved away and rolled over. Tears slid silently down her cheeks. She felt cheap and dirty for wanting to touch him there, for aching to fondle and caress his cock. She was convinced that the man she loved placed high value on feminine modesty for he even discouraged her from wearing sheer and frilly niteys. Instead, Ross had replaced them with high-necked flannel ones. Oh, he'd pretended that he bought them only because they were on sale and that they looked so much more comfortable than her bridal nightgowns.
But Pam felt certain that Ross considered her transparent niteys immodest. So she put all her sexy night wear away and wore the concealing ones, instead.
Pam loved Ross and she wanted to please him. She wished that she hadn't tried to slip her hand down between his legs so that she could touch his penis. For she felt that she had displeased him even though she hadn't completed her intentions. Pam wanted to make Ross happy, to be the perfect wife, so like her sheer niteys, she hid her desires. After that night, Pam never attempted any sexual overtures again.
Her frustration growing day by day, Pam was forced to seek self-satisfaction again. She hated herself for masturbating but Ross' tepid lovemaking left her so unsatisfied that she couldn't help it.
Now, as she brushed her reddish brown hair and thought of Blanche sucking off Stan's crimson swollen cock, she felt a familiar, persistent pounding between her slender tan legs. And Pam knew that try as she might, she simply could not fight what she was about to do. The throbbing need of her burning body demanded fulfillment.
She placed her hairbrush on the dressing table and clicked off the bedroom light. The pretty thirty-year-old quickly removed her halter, releasing her enormous breasts. The luscious twin hills of flesh spilled forward eagerly, quivering with anticipation. Their pastel nipples rose proudly as she shed her shorts and crotch-soaked panties. Pam pulled back the bedding and lay on her back, naked and panting.
She spread her suntanned legs so that her palpitating cuntal membranes blossomed, their pink petals coated with the nectar of sexual excitement. As she slid one hand down over the fuzzy mound of pubic hair to finger the creamy wetness within, Pam envisioned Blanche's mouth stretched around the thick shaft of Stan's lust-bloated cock. She cupped her voluminous tits with her other hand, moving from one to the other until they tightened into two firm, melonous mounds of ivory flesh. Then she worked at her nipples, rubbing and twisting them until they rose into stiff peaks.
Her mouth open and hearth pounding, Pam kept seeing Blanche's mouth stretched tightly, filled to capacity with the thrilling warmth of a bloated prick. The mental picture increased her excitement and she spread her thighs even further. Moaning, Pam's masturbating fingers slithered up and down the length of her throbbing oily slit, pausing to flick the nub of her clitoris with each loving stroke. The tiny penis-like structure swelled and tingled hotly beneath her touch. Her pussy juices flowed generously and her shapely hips began to move, circling the air in slow, sensuous swirls.
Her eyes dreamy and thick-lidded, the naked, panting housewife kept seeing Stan's prick sliding in and out of Blanche's receptive mouth. Soon, in her mind's eye, the tightly-ovalled mouth was no longer Blanche's but her own mouth. And the lust-bloated and leaking cock sliding in and out so deliciously was not Stan's. Instead, it became Ross' fiery distended prick. Pam sighed tremulously and licked her lips hungrily. As she squeezed her tits and fingered her dripping pussy, her imagination served her well for she could almost taste the warmth and stickiness of her husband's cock.
Pam's pelvis swirled rapidly, now, as her eager fingers probed the sucking slipperiness of her parted pounding pussy. The naked and spread-eagle housewife plucked at her blood-filled fiery clitoris until she was just about to climax, then she slid her cream-coated fingers away until the wave of mounting excitement subsided. Her split legs shaking, she repeated the process. Again and again, Pam brought herself to a point just short of orgasm, stopping just in time.
Finally, she could hold back no longer. Her trembling fingers working furiously, hips pumping in sporadic jerks, Pam's hand flew up and down the slit of her oozing cunt until she cried out in sweet release, her sweating body thrashing. The tit she held tightened into a firm white mound of flesh while her pink nipple became a hot needle. The climaxing woman's quivering cunt convulsed and fluttered as ripple after ripple of carnal pleasure engulfed her.
At last, Pam lay relaxed and spent. Her huge tits softened into two wise pale mounds and the delicate rosettes topping them flattened into wide soft circles of contentment. Pam basked in the afterglow, knowing that it would be short-lived, that soon it would be replaced by guilt and a secret fear that she might be oversexed. How shocked her beloved Ross would be, she agonized, if he knew what she had just done in the privacy of their bedroom.
Little did Pam Jamison realize that her husband's libido was every bit as powerful as hers. That at this very moment, Ross was finding sexual satisfaction by pounding his bloated prickhead into the well-trodden cunt of a wildly-fucking whore.
CHAPTER TWO
Ross Jamison had lied to his wife. Instead of calling on a potential customer as he'd told Pam, the good-looking insurance agent was fucking the hell out of Rita, a hard-faced hooker he'd picked up in a nearby bar. After a couple of drinks and a hasty proposition, they left the tavern and came to Rita's place.
Ross had been so filled with pent-up sexual desires that he could hardly get into the whore fast enough. After a few quick hard poundings of his inflamed prick, Ross released his turbulent load inside the woman's receptive cuntal opening. He shot his cum into her in hot, pulsating bursts, coating her pulpy vaginal walls with warm semen before Rita reached orgasm.
"You're one hell of a cocksman, sugar," the prostitute drawled lazily after her ardent customer collapsed on top of her, flattening her tits as he gasped for air. "You can sure ram it in. I ain't been fucked that hard in days." She ran crimson fingernails along his bare and satiny back, sending little tremors of delight through Ross' satisfied body. "But shit, you di'n't git your money's worth, sugar," she told him. "Howsabout lettin' lil ol' Rita bring the corpse back to life and we'll have ourselves another round, okay?"
Ross lifted his sandy head to gaze into her thickly-mascaraed eyes. "Whatever you have in mind, it better be good," he warned, closing his hand on one of her boobs to give the tempting mound of flesh a rough squeeze. "I really shot my wad. It'll take some doing to bring this back to life," he chuckled, releasing her tit to roll over on his back.
Rita gazed at his shriveled limp penis and gave a brittle laugh. "Just leave that up to lil ol' Rita," she boasted confidently. "I ain't seen no prick, yet, that I couldn't suck some life into."
With that, the whore lowered her dark head until it hovered between Ross' muscular thighs. She grasped his wrinkled sperm-coated penis in her hand and began to jag him off. At first, Rita seemed to be holding a soft sticky finger but as she slid the foreskin back and forth, squeezing the limp cock between tightly-clutching fingers, the spent organ began to show faint signs of revival. The moment it displayed a trace of firmness, Rita gazed with adoring eyes.
"Mmmmm, now I can have myself a damn good suck," she said, licking her ruby lips. "Ain't nothin' tastier than a mouthful of cock." Closing her eyes in expectation, the naked brunette went down on Ross, filling her warm mouth with his phallic length. The hard-faced hooker tasted her own cuntal juices on him, as well as his spilled semen, and the pungent combination made her pussy throb with excitement.
She loved to suck cock as much as she loved to fuck. The prostitute performed her lewd act with such enthusiasm that Ross' shaft of masculinity grew rapidly. It wasn't long before the cock was so erect, its fiery tip so swollen, that Rita could no longer contain the entire prick in her mouth at once.
Moaning with pleasure, the nude woman lifted a leg to straddle Ross so that her pounding pussy spread lewdly, hovering directly over his handsome face. The parted coral crevice shimmered wetly with seeping cuntal fluids and its bright little clitoris beckoned pleadingly. Ross' tongue darted upward to titillate the inflamed nub.
What a slut, he thought as Rita's bare ass bucked beneath the pressure of his flicking tongue. He saw her pink anus pucker, felt her leaking pussy flutter in heated response. This is the kind of woman a man can really enjoy sex with, he told himself, feeling the vigorous suckings of the brunette's persistent mouth. I don't have to hold back like I do with Pam. With this slut, I can do anything.
Cock-sucking, cunt-eating, and real pussy-splitting fucking!
Suddenly, Rita sent the warm tip of her oral member down into the open glans of his bloated prickhead and Ross' head fell back against the bedding, abandoning her gaping pussy to praise her artful probings. "Ahhhh, that's good," he gasped, feeling his balls tighten while his swollen penis throbbed with a new surge of desire. "Deeper, you whore! Go deeper!"
Rita quickly obeyed, moaning as she swirled her tongue deeper into his leaking glans. Ross was better looking than most of her Johns. The hooker would have gladly done all this for nothing. To be paid for her pleasure was a double treat.
Ross lay with his gray eyes hooded with lust. He watched the curly-haired parted pussy lips above his head as he surrendered himself completely to Rita's oral ministrations. The prostitute was propped on all fours, her dangling tits bouncing and jiggling as her head bobbed up and down the thick shaft of masculinity.
Ross watched a creamy droplet dribble from her coralline niche to trickle down the inside of one of her widely-splayed thighs, making his fiery prick even more bloated. Then, he shifted his gaze to watch her eat cock. The sight of her ruby mouth encircling his upthrust spearhead and the wonderful drawing sensations, as her cheeks worked in and out, sent flames coursing through his body.
The well-practiced whore paused between suckings to trace maddening circles around the pulsating sensitive mushroom tip of his crimson cock, driving Ross wild with carnal joy. Each time the dark head lowered on him, Ross' trim hips began to rise in an effort to force even more of his stiff joint into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmph!" Rita grunted as the slippery penis rammed the back of her throat. She stretched her sphincter muscle even wider to accommodate its increasing girth.
"Suck, suck!" Ross gasped, his loins aching while his vast pole of flesh throbbed, bubbling its approval.
As the hooker complied, taking the leaking tip of his cock deep into the back of her throat, Ross felt as if lava were flowing through his veins. This bitch can really suck cock, he thought, his hips rising and falling in perfect harmony. Rita's tongue dipped down into the open eye to lap up the pre-coital fluids that kept gathering, savoring the pungent and sticky taste of masculinity before she swallowed it hungrily.
I wish this were PAM sucking me off! he thought, almost delirious with passion. And that this oozing pussy spread over my face were HERS! But the sudden fantasy was so forbidden that it somehow penetrated his sexual fervor. "God no!" he cried aloud in quick denial.
Rita thought that his sharp outcry was aimed at her. She opened her mouth, letting her slippery treasure escape. "What's wrong, sugar?" she asked, her wet and swollen lips petulant. "Ain't I doin' it right?"
Once his quivering cock was robbed of her magnificent suckings, of the warmth of her eager mouth, Ross regained some of his sanity. Jesus, how could I even THINK such a thing? he berated himself. Pam isn't like this cheap slut. Pam is good and decent! He shook his head slightly, trying to banish his beloved wife from his mind. To even think of the woman he loved at a time like this was despicable.
His brief miserable first marriage had not only left emotional scars, it had taught Ross a painful lesson about women. "You're a sick perverted animal," Sheila, his ex-wife had accused when she left him for good. "No decent woman could ever stand the filthy things you've tried on me!" There had been more ugly words, words which Ross had tried to forget.
But one memory that he could not erase, even with the passage of time, was something which his former wife had repeated all too often. "Only street-walkers could like your brand of sex," Sheila had told him time and time again, her face twisted with hatred and contempt.
Remembering those words made Ross vow that he would not make the same mistake again. He would never make the sexual demands on Pam that he'd done with his first wife. Pam was a decent woman, one a man respected and cherished. Ross couldn't bear to lose her, to have his second wife walk out on him the way the first one had years ago.
Ross hadn't planned to marry again. Ever since his divorce, Ross had concentrated on women of the street, women who shared his voracious sexual appetite. Broads he could fuck but not love. But then he met Pam and his resolve weakened. He loved the curvaceous woman with the fawn-colored hair so desperately that he wanted to share the rest of his life with her. Even if he couldn't share one aspect-his strong sexual needs.
Ross found Pam's voluptuous body agonizingly stimulating yet the sandy-haired insurance agent held back in the bedroom. Exercising all the self-control he possessed, he made love as quickly and gently as possible. But Pam's breasts were so beautiful, so big and full and firm and her behind jutted so enticingly that sometimes Ross felt as if he'd explode with desire.
Just seeing her in those flimsy niteys she once wore was more than Ross could bear. Fearing he might lose his self-control and really shove his cock into her, Ross went out and bought his wife some nightgowns which did not display her sexy body so blatantly.
Still, just living with Pam was arousing. His sexual longings often became so intense that Ross had to invent some phony excuse to go out and find himself the kind of woman he needed. A cheap pick-up or a prostitute. And he'd find physical release with these broads who were more than willing to accept his brand of sex.
Someone like Rita. Now, as the naked hooker looked over her shoulder, waiting, Ross forced all thoughts of his wife from his mind. Instead, he eyed Rita's delectable, dangling tits with their rosy pointed nipples. He looked at her ruby lips, all wet and bloated from sucking cock, and he felt his stiff joint lurch with desire.
"You were doing just fine, honey," he assured the whore, giving her bare ass a playful slap. "But I don't want to cum in your mouth, doll face. I want to fuck you from the rear so I can cum deep inside your cunt."
At the appealing suggestion, Rita's hard features softened. More than happy to comply, the naked brunette quickly rolled over and scrambled up on all fours, the pale flesh of her parted asscheeks rising like two full moons. She spread her legs far apart so that the secreting pink slit of her pussy opened in lewd offering.
Ross felt his balls churn and he aimed the mushroom tip of his dribbling stiff joint at the gaping coral crevice. His scarlet cock jabbed and poked the saturated slit for a few moments before it quickly found the creamy slot of her well-fucked vagina.
Rita sighed, her split thighs trembling as he rammed into her with savage force. "Ahhhhhh," she sighed, thrilling to the feel of his enormous cock. Ross thrust his hips forward and pushed hard. He felt her pulpy cuntal opening stretch as his distended shaft crowded its innermost depths. In seconds, Ross' sperm-packed balls were slapping against Rita's bare asscheeks and the bubbling tip of his cock was pounding against the mouth of her cervix.
"Oh shit!" Rita cried as his great pistoning cudgel battered her from the rear. "Ohhhh, you're so big, sugar," she praised, lifting her ass higher. The whore grunted as she felt him ram the mouth of her womb even harder but she loved the combined pleasure-pain of his huge, burrowing length. "Oh fuck, fuck!" she begged, swirling her hips so that her protruding buttocks moved in responsive circles.
Ross jerked his hips and tore into her with savage force. "How's that, whore?" he gasped as he filled her to capacity. Ross hurled his hips forward each time he fucked, then withdrew his huge prick almost completely before slamming it in again with ball-slapping enthusiasm.
"Ohhhhh, it feels wunnnderfulll," Rita purred. "You sure can fuck, sugar." Then as she felt her cuntal opening stretch to accommodate another swift re-entry, Rita merely grunted her appreciation. Her naked behind swirled and gyrated as she lifted her pale widespread moons and pushed backwards in a frenzied attempt to claim every glorious inch of his punishing organ.
Ross placed a sweaty hand on the prostitute's hips and lifted, penetrating her even more savagely. Rita gasped as the wondrously long cock tore into her grasping, dripping cunt again and again. Her arms shook and her nipples rubbed against the sheet, increasing her pleasure. Christ, he feels good! she thought, her oily cunt quivering with joy as Ross fucked like mad.
Panting with lust, Ross lunged forward like a madman. Sweat formed in droplets on his naked body, trickling down to disappear into the hairy crack of his asshole. As he rammed into Rita's pulpy slit, his swollen sacs swung back and forth, slapping into the woman's buttocks with a steady rhythm. Ross' mouth hung loosely and his eyes were glazed. "Feel good, baby?" he gasped as he drove his great phallic length into her dripping pussy. "Is my prick big enough for your cunt? Am I a good fucker?"
"Ohhhh yessss," Rita replied rapturously. Her elbows trembled, buckling occasionally under the weight of her relentless tormentor. Still, she moaned with pleasure, rubbing the stiff points of her nipples against the mattress as Ross continued to fuck her from behind.
Her cunt sucked hungrily each time his big cock pounded, then clung wetly as he withdrew it only to shove it in again with increasing vigor. Soon, the only sounds were those of labored breathing, of a wetly-grasping cunt and determined prick as their naked, sweating bodies continued to work in wild harmony.
Ross was fairly mad with lust. Leaking profusely, his swollen spearhead pulsated hotly as he battered Rita's slick cuntal canal. Nothing mattered, now, but physical sensation, the glorious feeling of his quivering cock inside her pussy.
I'm fucking a whore! he reminded himself as grunting, he kept pumping in and out. His naked muscular body rose to a feverish pitch the way it always did when Ross was having himself a damn good piece of ass.
At last, he gave one final forward thrust before his lean body jerked crazily. Rita's jutting ass gyrated in wild sporadic circles as she joined her conqueror in orgasm. "Aghhhh," she cried, feeling her cuntal walls ripple and convulse.
Ross emitted a low moan, his eyes rolling back in carnal ecstasy as he ejaculated. Releasing his tumultuous cargo, he shot his wad deep inside her. His sperm seemed to explode in fiery bursts, drenching Rita's climaxing vaginal membranes. Their sweating bodies flipped and jerked in wild abandon until the naked couple collapsed in a sated heap of sexual fulfillment.
* * *
Later, when Ross slid quietly into bed beside his sleeping wife, the gray-eyed man suffered twinges of guilt over his betrayal. Jesus, how I hate to cheat on her, he thought, gazing adoringly at Pam, his eyes lingering on her full sensuous lips. But God, if I ever made love to Pam the way I just did to Rita, Pam would be shocked and horrified.
Just then, a little sigh escaped from Pam. If Ross could have tuned in, somehow, to his wife's vivid erotic dream as she lay beside him, looking so innocent, he would be the one to gasp in shock. For in her dream, Pam was thrilling to the warmth of a slippery crimson cock fucking her open and fully-cooperative mouth!
CHAPTER THREE
Before Ross left for work the next morning, he promised Pam that he'd phone the landlord about the stopped-up tub. "I'll see that he gets a plumber out right away," he said, avoiding his wife's azure eyes as he kissed her goodbye.
Looks like today's going to be a real scorcher, Pam thought as she did the breakfast dishes. Already, the air felt hot and muggy so the pretty thirty-year-old decided to start right in on her housework. Pam was still in her housecoat, straightening up, when Blanche Tomisek stopped by to inform her that Ross had just phoned with a message. He'd phoned Mr. Rogers but a plumber wouldn't be available until tomorrow.
Pam thanked her next-door neighbor and offered her a cup of coffee. "Thanks anyway, Pam," Blanche said, shaking her blonde head. "But I better get back. Got one more load of laundry to do before I leave for work."
Stan's hippy wife wore shorts. As she departed, swinging her wide ass saucily, Pam couldn't resist glancing down at her neighbor's inner thighs for telltale bruises. Seeing a faint bluish mark, Pam remembered what she'd seen through the Tomisek's bedroom window last night and the unsatisfied housewife felt a sudden rush of blood to her cheeks.
As she headed for the bathroom, Pam was churning with mixed emotions. The voluptuous woman was filled with remorse for having masturbated the night before, frustration that she was forced to do so, and jealousy because her neighbor enjoyed the wild and uninhibited sex life that Pam merely dreamed of. She filled the wash basin, shed her housecoat, and took a cool sponge bath.
Bathing, Pam was suddenly filled with self-condemnation. Riddled with guilt, Pam made up her mind that she would not seek self-satisfaction again. And she wondered if it were her fault that Ross was not more passionate. Thinking of the way Blanche swung her hips and shoulders when she walked, Pam suddenly doubted her own sex appeal.
Maybe I don't act sexy, she thought, her mountainous breasts bouncing as she crossed the hall into the bedroom. Maybe I should wiggle and flirt and strut my stuff a little. Like Blanche. Maybe if I act more like Blanche, Ross will act more like Stan!
Appraising her naked body in the mirror, the unsatisfied woman with the ginger hair was pleased with her reflection. Her fair-skinned tummy was smooth and flat, her waist narrow and hips gently flared.
But her most outstanding physical attribute was her enormous pair of tits. She cupped the twin hills of flesh, glad that they were still so high and firm. Too bad Ross doesn't appreciate my boobs, she thought with a twinge of resentment. Other men sure do. They stare at my tits all the time.
Including Stan Tomisek! Pam felt her pussy flutter at the thought of her crude, but virile, next-door neighbor. Stan's eyes seemed hypnotized by Pam's luscious breasts whenever hey ventured into their adjoining yards at the same time. Stan had made suggestive remarks, too, Pam remembered. When Blanche was at work and safely out of earshot. His blonde, attractive wife worked a few hours each afternoon as a part-time secretary for a local lawyer and Stan usually sat out in the yard to relax and down a few beers after Blanche left.
Until now, Pam had merely blushed at Stan's off-color comments, then hurried away. But now, recalling how magnificently Stan had made love to his wife last night, she suddenly saw her neighbor in a new light. And herself, as well. She was through masturbating. Pam wanted a real live prick inside her pussy, not her own fingers. I'll try to act sexy, she decided. And I'll practice on Stan. If I can turn HIM on, surely I can arouse my own husband. Maybe Stan is a bit low-class and vulgar compared to Ross, she admitted to herself. But damn, he sure outclasses Ross in the bedroom!
She fingered her exquisite mounds of femininity and wondered what Stan would do to her big tits if he had the opportunity. I bet I wouldn't have to play with myself if I were married to Stan, she thought, another ripple of annoyance coursing through her lovely body. Shocked at her sudden disloyal thought, Pam released her huge breasts and opened her dresser drawer.
Sighing, the pretty housewife reached for a skimpy bikini that lay hidden beneath her underwear. Much to her dismay, Ross didn't approve of the bikini because the one time that Pam wore it, his eyes practically popped and his face turned bright red. "For God's sake, Pam," he'd fairly choked. "Surely you're not going to parade around in that!"
His reaction convinced Pam that her husband felt the same way about bikinis as he did about sheer nightgowns. Immodest, indecent, too revealing. So Pam bought a conservative one-piece suit, instead, and wore that to sunbathe.
But today, the frustrated woman felt strangely defiant. "Why shouldn't I wear this?" she muttered aloud. Wriggling into the brief bottom, her ivory mounds of flesh, topped with pink and perky nipples, danced merrily. "I've got the shape for it and damn it, it's hot! Let Ross be a prude," she added as she slid her tan arms into the skimpy top and fastened it behind her back. The daring bikini did little to conceal Pam's tempting charms. Her melonous twin peaks filled the bra to overflowing and spilled out, revealing deep cleavage.
Staring at her image in the mirror, Pam smiled for she could just imagine Stan Tomisek's reaction when he saw her. And she felt a forbidden flutter between her shapely legs for the voluptuous woman could hardly wait until Blanche left for work. As soon as she departed, Pam planned to prance outside and sun herself and try to act sexy. And she hoped that Stan would notice.
Stan Tomisek noticed all right! When Pam sauntered into the yard after Blanche left for work, the housewife with the reddish-brown hair sucked in her tummy and took a deep breath, thrusting her incredible bosom out even further. Aware of Stan's eyes, Pam almost lost her nerve. Then she scolded herself, If you want sex, then you better start acting sexy! "Oh hi, Stan," she greeted, pretending that she'd just noticed him. She swayed her hips and shoulders as she walked past. "A hot one, isn't it?" she added, giving him a slow smile.
Stan's mouth dropped and he forgot all about his cold beer as he gaped. "I'll say!" he replied, his lustful eyes traveling the entire length of her scantily-clad and luscious body. Christ Almighty, he thought, his gaze returning to her delectable boobs. What a gorgeous pair of knockers! Stan felt his prick spring to life as he imagined himself squeezing those luscious twin hills of pleasure. He watched her big breasts jiggle as Pam lifted her blanket in the air before lowering it onto the grass.
The sexually-frustrated woman made a point of aiming her huge tits in Stan's direction as she bent down on her hands and knees to smooth the blanket. Stan felt his hairy balls tighten with desire at the sight of the pale mounds of flesh spilling out of her bikini. I'd sure as hell like to have those babies in my mouth, he thought. They're not only huge, they're nice and firm, tool Yessire, he fantasized, staring lasciviously as he watched his voluptuous neighbor settle her luscious body on the blanket and open a bottle of suntan lotion. Never saw a tastier looking pair of tits on any broad!
"Hey," he called, watching Pam smear the lotion on her shoulders. "Need any help?"
Stan expected to see her blush and quickly turn away. To his surprise, Pam sent a teasing smile in his direction. "I just might when I turn over," she said, smearing lotion onto the swollen breasts spilling out of her bra. At the delectable sight of her semi-nude body displayed so provocatively, her exposed flesh shimmering in the sunlight, Stan felt his cock stiffen even more beneath his Bermuda shorts.
"Just holler, baby," he told her in a husky voice as she continued to apply lotion. "And I'll be right over."
"Ill remember," Pam purred before donning sunglasses and lying on her back to face the blazing sun.
There's somethin' different about her today," Stan realized, lifting his forgotten bottle of beer to his lips once again. He watched Pam as she shifted her near-naked body, glistening with suntan lotion, into various sensual poses. The lusty man sensed that a prick-hungry pussy rested beneath the triangle of Pam's bikini bottom. Suddenly, Stan caught a glimpse of curly pubic hair as Pam spread her long legs and his balls began to sweat.
So the hair on her pussy's the same color as the hair on her head, he observed, finishing his beer only to reach for another bottle. I always wondered 'bout that. While Stan drank the foamy brew, he also drank in every inch of Pam's sensuous body. I bet she's good and tight, he thought, staring between his neighbor's outstretched legs. He wondered how it would feel to slide his swollen prick into Pam's cunt. Even more, he wondered if she would let him.
Stan Tomisek had only cheated on his wife a couple of times in the six years they'd been married. Blanche was a real dynamo in the sack and she knew how to please a man, so Stan wasn't actively on the make. But if some eager cunt fell into his lap, what the hell. He was only human. He'd serviced two hungry pussies in the past and he had a feeling he was looking at pussy number three right now. And Pam's cunt looked mighty tempting.
If my little neighbor gal needs a stiff prick between those open legs of hers, Stan thought, his cock throbbing with forbidden lust, I'll be more than happy to do the honors. I'll fuck her like she's never been fucked before! Mmmmmmm, he fantasized, swallowing a mouthful of beer as Pam lifted her hips and sighed. I'd sure love to go down on that sweet little cunt of hers, too. I never had me no auburn pussy before.
Pam felt her neighbor's lustful eyes on her semi-nude body as she posed for his benefit. Although she couldn't read Stan's mind, the voluptuous housewife had a pretty good idea of the thoughts that were running through it. Is he thinking of fucking me? she wondered, arching her back. Or licking my cunt the way he licked Blanche's last night? Pam had a sudden vision of her slim legs spread apart, open and yielding, with her dark-haired neighbor's face nestled between them. She felt her pussy quake. Squirming, she shifted her exquisite body into a new position.
"Hey," she heard Stan shout. "'Bout time you turned over, ain't it?"
Pam opened her eyes, sat up, and removed her sunglasses. She looked directly into her neighbor's eyes. The naked lust reflected in them made her cuntal juices flow. Suddenly, Pam wanted Stan, too! What's wrong with me? she wondered, her heart pounding, her pussy throbbing with an urgency she'd never known before. I don't love Stan! I love my husband! Still, the frustrated housewife was afraid that if she rolled over and let Stan touch her, let him smear suntan lotion on her inflamed flesh, she'd be unable to hide her strong sexual desires. "I-I think I've had enough sun for today," she stammered, rising.
"Hey, don't rush off, baby," Stan urged. "How 'bout a nice cold beer?"
Smiling stiffly, Pam shook her ginger hair. "No thanks. I rarely drink."
Stan tried another tack. "Say, I hear yer tub's stopped up. Yer more'n welcome to use our shower," he offered with a suggestive grin. "After all, what're neighbors for?" Pam's eyes were thick-lidded and bright as she met his lecherous gaze. "I'll even wash yer back, baby," he added huskily.
Pam's mouth felt dry as she bent to grab the blanket and bottle of lotion. Well, she'd practiced acting sexy on her next-door neighbor, all right, and it had worked. A little too well, she thought, heading for the house. But at least I know I'm desirable, she realized happily. And tonight, she planned to try the same approach with her husband. Flirting with Stan, seeing the naked desire in his eyes, feeling the heated response of her own body had heightened her sexual need.
Her entire pelvic area felt deliciously warm and her nipples had risen into stiff peaks. The crotch of her panties felt sticky and wet but Pam planned to keep her silent vow not to masturbate. She'd wait for Ross. When her beloved husband came home, she'd flirt and tease and act sexy. Just as she'd done with Stan. And when they went to bed, maybe her dreams of passion would be fulfilled at last!
But it didn't work out that way. Pam had taken another cool sponge bath and changed into white shorts and matching sleeveless midriff that knotted just below the bust. It showed off her golden tan as well as her voluminous breasts. But instead of letting his eyes feast on her curvaceous body, as Stan Tomisek had done that afternoon, Ross kept averting his gaze.
Every time Pam moved about the house, she remembered to swing her hips and shoulders. Braless, her luscious breasts bobbed and curtsied, the outline of their perky nipples clearly visible beneath the clingy fabric of her flattering outfit. And whenever Ross met her gaze, Pam sent her gray-eyed husband smoldering looks in return.
She had Ross' attention, all right. He began to stare at her with an unreadable expression. Toward the end of the evening, when Pam brought her husband a glass of iced tea, Ross lowered his newspaper with a rattle and glared at her. "What's with all this wiggling?" he finally asked, his jaw tight. "You never walked like that before."
Pam was rather taken aback. "Well, no but I-I thought you'd like it," she finally answered, her voice weak.
"Well, I don't!" he shouted. "It makes you look utterly ridiculous!"
Tears sprang to Pam's eyes and she hurried back to the kitchen before Ross noticed her hurt. When she finally returned to the living room, they sat in strained silence until it was time for bed. There, Pam lay burning with humiliation and need. Much as he'd bruised her ego, Pam still wanted her husband.
When Ross turned to her, hope flickered within her breast. Was he going to apologize for his harsh words? He didn't even have to say he was sorry. All he had to do was show her. Oh please, Ross, she thought in silent pleading. Touch me the way I ache to be touched. Make love to me, darling. Wild, passionate love!
But after a few mild kisses, Ross lifted her nightgown just enough to expose her quivering, leaking pussy. Then he straddled his wife and fucked her quickly, quietly, and methodically. Her luscious body was still throbbing with unsated passion when Pam felt her husband cum inside her in warm, pulsating bursts.
In moments, Ross was sound asleep, his breathing relaxed and even. But Pam lay awake for hours, every cell of her body screaming for fulfillment. She longed to let her hand slide down between her legs to finish what Ross had started, to quench the fire burning within. But she fought the desire and lay suffering, instead.
Maybe Ross thinks I'm ridiculous, she thought, silent tears staining her pillow. But Stan Tomisek doesn't. She remembered the way her dark-haired and lusty neighbor had looked at her today, the way she felt when she looked at him.
No more masturbation, Pam thought, her unsatisfied pussy aching with desire. From now on, I want the real thing, not my fingers. And if Ross can't give me what I need, maybe some other man can!
CHAPTER FOUR
Restless and uptight, Pam welcomed the knock at her back door. Must be Blanche, she thought, hurrying to answer. I hope she's got time for coffee this morning. Ever since Ross left for work, Pam's tortured mind had been crowded with forbidden sexual fantasies. Her frustrated body still throbbing with need, the shapely housewife was eager for distraction. Even Myrtle Snyder, the slovenly neighborhood gossip, would have been warmly received.
Instead of a neighbor, however, Pam opened the door to find herself face to face with a dark-eyed, rugged man carrying a tool box. The curly-haired man wore snug jeans and his short-sleeved shirt hung loosely, completely unbuttoned, revealing a brown and muscular body. He gaped in frank admiration, taking in every inch of Pam's curves as she stood in a pink halter and low-slung denim shorts.
"You Mrs. Jamison?" he asked, his eyes traveling from the eye of her navel up to the generous hills of flesh bulging out of her meager top. And do you put out? he wondered silently. When Pam nodded in agreement, the man gave a little salute and grinned. The unexpected whiteness of his teeth against his tan face sent a ripple of warmth through Pam's sex-starved body. "I'm Tony, the plumber. Mr. Rogers sent me," he explained. "Said you had some kind of trouble."
Pam stepped back to let him in. "It's the bathtub," she said, leading him to the bathroom. Something about the man behind her made the voluptuous woman swing her hips and shoulders despite her husband's ridicule the night before. Pam felt the stranger's eyes as she walked and she sensed, with unerring intuition, that he wasn't laughing at her.
Her ass is mighty nice, too, Tony thought, sizing up Pam's body as he followed. Jus' like those gorgeous knockers. Man, I'd sure like me a mouthful of those tits and a couple of handfuls of that sweet little ass. His cock hardened at the thought of grabbing Pam's rounded buttocks as he straddled her naked body. Of lifting her bare asscheeks high in the air so that he could aim his swollen prick even farther into her open cunt. Yessir, I'd sure as hell like to fuck this broad, the plumber decided, licking his lips.
As Pam showed him the water-filled tub, explaining how sluggish the drain had been ever since they moved in, she knew that her voice sounded too high, that she was talking faster than usual. But there was something so earthy and masculine about this dark-eyed man that Pam was very much aware of her own femininity.
How would it feel, she wondered, if we were both naked? And I pressed my bare boobs against his chest and rubbed my pussy over his prick? Pam looked at the gentle curve of his mouth and suddenly imagined it encircling her breast. The harder he tugged at her tender tip, the harder she'd rub her prickly genital hair across his. Pam's eyes dropped to the slight bulge visible between the plumber's legs and felt her aching cunt twitch in quick response.
"Jus' leave everything to me," the plumber boasted, his gaze dropping to Pam's pussy. "Satisfaction guaranteed, lady," he added meaningfully. "That's Tony's motto."
Catching the double-entendre, Pam felt herself flush. J bet he DOES satisfy, she thought, her thighs tingling. The curvaceous housewife found herself looking at Tony's mouth again. She wondered how it would feel to kiss this attractive stranger, to thrill to the warmth of his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. An even more carnal image flashed through her mind. Suddenly, Pam saw herself lying in Tony's arms. They were both stark naked and moaning. The good-looking stranger was sucking on her distended nipples and fondling her saturated, uplifted cunt as their pulsating bodies strained close.
The fleeting forbidden fantasy made Pam's cheeks grow even brighter and she quickly lowered her eyes. "Well, I'll get out of your way," she said, clearing her throat. "I-I'll be right outside if you want me." Tony's sudden leer made Pam realize how suggestive her words must have sounded. Her pulses racing and her face flaming, she made a hasty exit.
The big-breasted housewife tried to concentrate on weeding the overgrown garden but she couldn't keep her mind from wandering. As she uprooted the tangle of weeds crowding amongst the purple phlox, her thoughts kept drifting back to the curly-haired stranger working in the bathroom. Pam felt her cuntal juices flow as she envisioned Tony's penis. She longed to see his cock, to touch it, to feel it between her legs. Pam's full lips parted as she tried to imagine how Tony's prick would feel sliding in and out of her hungry pussy. Would her thighs tremble with delight if she spread them wide to offer her starving cunt to the rugged stranger?
When her conscience nagged, Pam reminded herself that Ross was forcing her into betrayal. Her husband did not find her desirable or sexy and she had made a silent vow not to seek self-satisfaction any more. Much as I love Ross, she thought as she yanked at a stubborn weed, I've GOT to have sex. REAL sex with a REAL man or III go out of my mind! And Pam's wildly pulsating body told her that the stranger working inside was just such a man-one who could give her what she hungered for so desperately.
As if on cue, Tony opened the back door and called to her. Pam got up, discarded her gardening gloves, and walked purposely toward the house. The curly-haired plumber watched her luscious tits jiggle beneath the halter as she approached. Man, this broad's really stacked! he thought, feeling his prick stiffen with desire. Yep, a real nice piece of ass. And I'd sure as hell like to sample it before I go.
Their eyes met as Pam entered the house and the plumber's eyes were dark with a silent question. As Pam closed the door behind her, the voluptuous housewife's smoldering gaze offered the answer he sought. For her firm and delectable breasts ached to be fondled, her pink and pointed nipples fairly quivering in their eagerness to be encircled by a warm sucking mouth. And her neglected pussy needed even more attention than the garden she'd just been tending.
Tony had removed his shirt during his labors. Seeing his naked torso, the sweat trickling down his muscular arms, made Pam's pelvis flame with desire. Her breath came faster and her crotch felt wet at the stimulating nearness of the stranger's partially-exposed body, the open lust in his eyes, and the earth scent of sweat mingled with masculinity. Her azure eyes grew thick-lidded as they dropped to the growing bulge between his parted thighs.
She wanted to see his prick, stroke it, hold it in her hand. She wanted to feel its hardness between her widespread legs, to feel his warm pole of flesh slide in and out of her eager throbbing pussy with firm and powerful thrusts. God, how I want to be fucked! the sex-starved housewife thought, her voluminous tits rising and falling as she panted with the heat of her sexual longings.
Tony knew that the luscious housewife was his for the taking. His prick stiff and pounding, he opened his arms. With a strangled cry of surrender, Pam stumbled into them. Panting, she strained against the rugged stranger's hard body, glorying to the feel of his erection as he pulled her even closer. Their pulsating bodies moving as one, they found their way to the bedroom and fell across the bed.
Pam moaned with pleasure as she felt Tony's warm tongue force her mouth open, felt it swirl deliciously inside. The good-looking plumber lay on top of her, his chest mashing her firm breasts. She felt the rapid pounding of his heart and wondered, fleetingly, if he couldn't detect her frantic heartbeat, as well. She slid her hands up to his shoulders, thrilling to the sleek hardness of his muscular back. The auburn triangle of fuzz between her open legs began to throb and pulsate so that the syrup of her sexual need flowed freely, trickling down her vaginal walls until its sweet nectar oozed into the crotch of her underpants, making her feel all sticky and warm.
Tony withdrew his probing tongue from her receptive oral cavity. Man, what a hot little piece! he thought. And I can, hardly wait to taste her gorgeous boobs! Gasping for breath, he struggled with her halter. More than willing to oblige, Pam helped untie it, wriggling her torso until she was free of the garment. While she slid out of her shorts and warm panties, Tony stared appreciatively at her huge tits and felt his hot penis strain against his jeans. Christ, what a pair of beauties! he thought, his balls churning. As he quickly shed his own clothing, Tony's dark eyes never left her melonous mounds of pale swollen flesh and he could hardly wait to taste the sweetness of the bright berries topping them.
At last, Tony was naked, too, and his hungry mouth groped for a stiff uplifted and pleading nipple while his hands kneaded the firm white flesh of her twin hills of perfection. Pam's full lips parted and her azure eyes grew hooded. She moaned with pleasure at the wonderful pulling sensations of his tongue as Tony's sucking lips slid wetly from one distended nipple to the other. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, her breasts tightening as she thrilled to his enthusiastic suckings. "Ohhh, suck harder!" she gasped. At last, her long-awaited dream was reality! The excited woman arched her back so that her ambrosial tits were closer, easier for his demanding mouth to grasp and her hand slid from his bare shoulder.
At first, Pam's touch was hesitant as her fingers brushed across his prickly sacs. But not for long. The moment she felt his balls, her passion mounted and she gave them a firm squeeze. Then, her hand abandoned his testicles to explore the length of his stiff warm penis. "Ohhhhh," she cried, her pussy leaking even more profusely at the feel of his magnificent cock. At last, she thought, panting as her fingers closed around his thick joint. I'm holding a prick. I'm holding a prick!
Tony's penis quivered as her hand slid along its underside to close around the broad base. Pam squeezed his lust-bloated cock hard and moved her hand forward along the great length of his blood-engorged shaft of masculinity. Back and forth she pumped, feeling his distended cock mushroom even more. She continued her ministrations with gusto, her palpitating pussy lathering joyfully as she performed the sexual act about which she had fantasized for so long.
Tony groaned in response to the firm pressure of her fingers. The housewife's steady determination made his distended cock mushroom even more. Little electric currents were shooting through his heavily-veined and scarlet prick, making it pound with excitement. Man, she really jags good and hard! he thought, rewarding her by sucking her warm nipples even more vigorously. Tony's stimulated prick reached its full potential, coating her fingers as it bubbled its appreciation. Pam sighed rapturously. She could hardly get enough of his sucking. And she adored the feel of his tightly-clasped cock, the stickiness of his warm pre-coital juices on her clenched hand for it told her that her lover felt the same way she did inside. All hot and trembling, burning with a pounding need that ached for fulfillment.
"Squeeze my balls!" Tony gasped, letting an elongated and fiery nipple slip wetly away.
Pam reached down to obey, caressing the prickly sacs of his tight testicles with her other hand. His balls felt big and hard and full and she loved the feel of them. She could hardly wait until they released their turbulent cargo deep inside her wildly-palpitating pussy. I'm going to be fucked! she told herself, gasping for air as Tony's mouth encircled her sore but contented nipple once again. It's really going to happen! This isn't a dream. It's real!
They were panting, now, their naked and sweating bodies writhing, totally consumed by the heat of their passion. Tony abandoned a luscious breast to let his hand slide down across her smooth belly to the fuzzy mound between the housewife's widely-splayed thighs. She whimpered as his fingers separated the fuzzy lips of her vulva to stroke the saturated pink tissues that throbbed within.
"Ohhhhh, yessss!" she cried out. "That feels so good!"
When Tony flicked across her swollen red clitoris, the blue-eyed woman's pelvis jerked crazily and she cried out again in heated response. The creaminess of her cuntal opening told Pam's lover that the whimpering housewife was more than ready to receive the vastness of his swollen cock. He was dripping with eagerness himself. In a few moments, he would penetrate her eager pussy, adding still another piece of ass to his enviable score of conquests.
Tony moved his hands along the bedspread and slid them under the excited woman's firm and rounded buttocks. And what a juicy cunt! he thought hungrily. Squeezing her smooth asscheeks, he lifted her hips in readiness. Pam opened her hand to release his warm and dripping cock for the sex-starved housewife knew that the moment about which she'd fantasized so often had finally arrived. And she could hardly wait! She looked up at her lover through thick-lidded eyes, her lips parted, her pussy poised and expectant. Every cell in her body was pounding with anticipation, waiting to feel his bobbing distended penis penetrate her neglected tunnel of love.
"Put it in!" she gasped.
Panting, Tony looked down at her. He was burning with need, as well, but first, there was the usual ritual to perform. The naked plumber teased the saturated membranes of her slick cunt by making smeary little circles with the oozing tip of his great scarlet mushroom, driving Pam wild with desire. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked in a husky voice, his swollen cock pounding in readiness as he watched her naked torso writhe beneath him.
"Oh yes!" she whispered, licking her lips. If he didn't jam it into her soon, she'd go crazy. She'd rip his big prick clean off and ram it up her cunt herself if he didn't hurry!
"Then say it," he persisted, his quivering cock bobbing wetly as he stopped rubbing her glistening pussy and backed away to look at her. "Tell me to fuck you!"
The naked woman lifted her pelvis hungrily and whimpered with need. "Fuck me, Tony," she begged, her excitement heightened by the use of the four-letter word. "Oh, please hurry and FUCK ME!"
His dark eyes lustful and triumphant, Tony breathed even harder at her wanton plea. Now he was ready! For he was about to even the score again, balancing the scales for what the woman he loved did to him. Tony had suffered the agonies of catching his wife in bed with another man. And he'd been fucking other men's wives ever since. His own special brand of therapy. Restoring his damaged ego, having one hell of a good time, and getting his idea of revenge. For Tony felt that he was doing the same thing to other unsuspecting husbands that that filthy bastard had done to him!
"Then open up that eager cunt, gal," he gasped, his naked body burning with lust. "'Cause it's gonna get fucked good and proper!" The plumber aimed his gaping and bloated prickhead at the oozing coralline slit between her widespread legs and fumbled briefly before he found the right opening among the creamy folds. Then, he lunged forward and Pam jerked and cried out.
He felt so good! "Ohhhhhh!" she gasped as she felt his mammoth prick crowd her oily vagina, felt her tight neglected opening stretch to accommodate his thrilling vastness. She wrapped her legs around him and using his body for leverage, swirled her hips even higher so that her expanding passageway could claim even more of its magnificent invader. "Ohhh fuck, fuck!"
Tony moaned. Her vagina was oily but tight. Jesus, what a luscious pussy! he thought, gasping for air as he pumped in and out. Her oily cunt grasped greedily as his prick charged inward and clung longingly each time it withdrew. Tony panted as he felt her wet cuntal walls clasp his pistoning spearhead. This was the sweetest piece of ass he'd had in a long time!
Pam knew that it was good for Tony, just as she thrilled to his every powerful thrust. He fucked fast and hard and the woman's tilted pelvis gyrated in eager circles to match his frenzied pace. "Deeper!" she panted. "Fuck deeper! Harder!" This is what Pam had been dreaming of for so long. Now that it was actually happening, the sex-starved housewife was almost delirious with lust. She slid her hands up his muscular arms, her breath coming in short little gasps. The big-breasted woman's entire being was alive, every inch of her naked bucking body ablaze.
She closed her eyes and felt herself climbing, spiralling toward a rapidly-approaching peak. There was a brief flash of pain as Tony pounded her cervix but it was soon blotted out by the wild carnal sensations coursing through her as he rammed the mouth of her womb again and again. Oh, it was wonderful! Pam wanted the marvelous fucking to go on forever but it was going to end soon. She could tell by the way Tony was breathing, now, the way his sweating body was bucking as he pounded into her faster and faster.
And she knew, by the bright burst of color behind her closed eyelids, that she was about to reach that glorious peak at last! Then, everything burst inside her. Colors flashed and her head spun as her sweating, voluptuous body jerked and convulsed in her first really deep and thrilling orgasm. She heard Tony emit a low, guttural moan and felt his hot sperm explode deep within her rippling cuntal walls. They came together, two strangers who were suddenly one, bucking and crying out. Pam's fingernails drew blood as they dug into her lover's trembling arms.
And then it was over. He fell on top of her and they lay spent and panting. It was everything Pam had hoped for. As a soft breeze wafted through the open window, she basked in the glow of her first truly fulfilling sexual experience. She waited for the shadow of guilt to creep up on her but unlike when she'd masturbated, Pam felt only joy.
"Oh Tony," she whispered, her voice tremulous as she caressed his smooth back. "It was wonderful! I loved it." She reached up to kiss his ear, the side of his face, and finally, his soft warm mouth. She slid her tongue inside and swirled it around, consumed by emotion. "You'll be back, won't you, Tony?" she asked. "You'll fuck me again, won't you?" The explicit word still sounded rather foreign to her but she liked saying it.
Tony hesitated before answering. This time, it was tempting. He really would like to fuck her again. But just wasn't worth the risk. She wasn't worth it. No piece of ass was. He'd almost killed his wife's lover and Tony wasn't about to risk having some jealous husband do him in. He preferred to love them and leave them. No reruns.
So he gave Pam the same answer he gave all the two-timing bitches he laid. "I wish I could, doll," he murmured. He reached down to finger her sperm-soaked cunt and the satisfied woman sighed and opened up further for him. "But I'm moving out of state. Leavin' for Florida the day after tomorrow." Pam listened, credulous and disappointed, as Tony embellished the lie which was polished to perfection by constant use. How this was his last job and he only accepted it as a special favor to old Mr. Rogers.
When they finally kissed goodbye for the last time, Pam was reluctant to leave the dark-eyed stranger's embrace. She'd found his wild and intense lovemaking so thrilling that she'd hoped he'd become her lover. Instead, she'd have to find someone else. For now that she had experienced the rapture of a man's swollen prick pounding inside her with such power and determination, Pam knew that Ross' mild brand of sex, or her own fingers, would never be enough again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ross was relieved to find his wife behaving in her usual conservative manner that week-end. It's bad enough just seeing her in shorts, he thought, glancing in Pam's direction as he pushed the lawn mower. Thank God she's not wiggling that pretty little fanny of hers, besides. Or making those gorgeous breasts jiggle, he added, eying the twin heaps of pale flesh spilling out of her brief midriff top as Pam tended her flowers.
Unaware of his wife's secret sexual longings, the gray-eyed insurance agent figured that his wife had probably been watching their next-door neighbor, Blanche Tomisek. The attractive blonde sent everything she owned into motion when she moved and for some crazy reason, Pam must have decided to emulate her walk. Blanche isn't bad, Ross speculated, his gaze shifting to the adjoining yard where Blanche and her dark-haired husband, Stan, were having a barbecue. If you like wide asses and plenty of wiggling, he mused, watching Blanche make her way to the charcoal grill. Her walk was every bit as spicy as the pungent sauce she brushed onto the chicken.
But hell, my Pam's twice as sexy as her. Without shaking a damn thing! That's just the trouble, Ross thought, his gray eyes troubled as he sent them back in his wife's direction. Pam's so goddamn sexy that she's driving me up the walls. It's getting harder and harder to hold back in bed. But I've got to! he reminded himself, as he passed the woman he loved. Otherwise, I might lose Pam the way I lost Sheila. The thought of losing his lovely wife made Ross' gut ache. Pam was completely engrossed in her flowers and Ross gazed longingly at her perky jutting behind. In his imagination, he stripped away his wife's snug shorts so that her bare asscheeks loomed before him.
Ross felt his prick lurch as he turned to send the lawn mower in Pam's direction once again. He walked toward her, seeing her pale moons spread before him. His cock began to throb with hunger as he envisioned the way her naked ass would look in that position. The pink eye of her tight little anus, the fuzz-lined slit of her parted pussy, its pink petals blossoming forth. His erection grew as Ross pictured himself positioned directly behind Pam's naked buttocks. He was naked, too, and he was aiming his hot distended spearhead between his wife's widely-split legs.
Watch it, Ross warned himself, pushing the lawn mower with greater force than necessary. Better cool it, man, you're getting a hard-on. Sweat ran from his forehead into his eyes and he lifted a well-developed forearm to wipe it away. At the same time, he tried to erase the lustful image his mind had conjured up. Or you'll have to go out and find yourself another piece of ass before the night is over.
Pam finished working in her flower bed and collapsed in a lawn chair, her azure eyes following her husband's movements as he cut the lawn. Ross wore cut-off jeans and was naked from the waist up. The big-busted woman with the ginger hair watched the ripple of Ross' muscles, shimmering with perspiration, as he moved about the yard. And she felt a tremendous yearning course through her. Oh Ross, she whispered silently as she gazed adoringly. How much I love you. If only you wanted me the way I want you!
She relived her stolen moments of bliss with the passionate plumber and felt the crotch of her panties grow moist. The fierce fucking she'd enjoyed had satisfied her until now. But that was two days ago. Now, her luscious body was pounding with need again. The reddish-brown triangle between her slender legs throbbed and her savory nipples were no longer sore from the vigorous sucking they'd received. Instead, they tingled for the feel of a hungry mouth to encircle them and the ivory mounds of flesh surrounding the tender rosettes ached to be fondled by demanding fingers.
She wished those fingers could be her husband's.
But Pam knew better. The man she adored never touched her breasts. And she also knew better than to reveal her secret sexual desires to him. She'd tried to approach Ross, once, and failed. Even now, the memory of rejection, of her hurt and humiliation, still made her cheeks burn. No, the loving she needed would not be supplied by her husband and the knowledge saddened the frustrated housewife. But it was time to face reality. She did not merely desire sex. Now that she had sampled the fruits of lust, Pam needed sex. Her voluptuous body craved fulfillment. But because of her husband's lack of ardor, Pam knew, with a feeling of resignation, that she'd have to search outside her marriage bed for satisfaction, that she must seek forbidden fruit.
And her azure eyes left her husband to meet the lecherous gaze of Stan Tomisek. Blanche was busy at the grill, her back to Pam, and Stan took advantage of the moment to send Pam a scorching look. The ginger-haired housewife felt her pussy flutter and her nipples tighten with excitement as she met her neighbor's bold gaze without faltering. The corners of her sensuous mouth curved upward ever so slightly as she sent Stan a look so packed with meaning that Stan's cock stiffened in quick response.
She's ripe and ready, Stan thought, his eyes moving eagerly from Pam's enormous tits to settle between her long suntanned legs. His tongue darted out to slither across his lips and his balls churned with desire. Yep, looks like I'm 'bout to have me some auburn pussy at last!
Blanche turned away from the grill to rejoin her husband at the redwood table and Pam's expression altered instantly, becoming benign and innocent as she waved in greeting. As Blanche waved back, Stan quickly looked away, downing the rest of his beer in a few gulps.
Stan wasn't proud of the fact that he was panting over the piece next door. And right under his wife's unsuspecting nose. But shit, how could he resist such a sweet little cunt? He'd have to be made of steel. And the hot bulge between his legs assured Stan Tomisek that he was made of flesh and blood. Every throbbing inch of him!
What the fuck, he rationalized, opening another bottle of frosty brew. Blanche's been actin' funny lately, anyhow. Real bitchy. Ever since she's been workin' for that high-fallutin' pansy of a lawyer. Stan felt an intense dislike for his wife's employer. Everything about the man irritated him. He was poised and articulate, and wore expensive clothes. His hair was styled and his fingernails manicured. Workin' must be too much for Blanche, Stan thought tilting the bottle to his thirsty lips. I wish she'd quit that fuckin' job!
But Blanche had no intention of quitting. Working as part-time secretary for Gregory Hahn, attorney at law, had given the attractive blonde a whole new interest in life. Namely, her suave and sophisticated boss. His smooth and easy charm really impressed Blanche, turned her on. Greg was so different from her husband that she found the man fascinating. And she was even more intrigued with the thought of going to bed with the handsome lawyer. Blanche was certain that he was beginning to appreciate her physical attributes as well as her secretarial skills. He was going to proposition her any day now. She was sure of it. Though unspoken, their mutual attraction was so electric that the air fairly crackled between them.
The more she panted for her boss, the more the hippy blonde found fault with her husband. Suddenly, Stan seemed boorish and crude. Why doesn't he drink scotch and water, like Greg, instead of endless bottles of beer? Blanche wondered with growing disgust every time Stan uncapped a familiar brown bottle and lifted it to his lips. Stan's sandpaper voice and poor grammar never mattered before because the Tomiseks had such a good thing going between them. But lately, Blanche had all she could do not to correct her husband when he spoke. The fact that Stan was a good provider and a skillful lover faded from her mind. Instead, Blanche's dissatisfaction grew as she kept comparing him unfavorably to her sophisticated boss.
Now, as Stan guzzled still another bottle of beer, Blanche thought of the lawyer for whom she worked. I bet Greg excels in bed the way he does in the courtroom, she speculated. The blonde avoided her husband's eyes as she daydreamed about the handsome attorney. She'd never cheated on Stan, not once. But then, she'd never wanted anyone the way she wanted Gregory Hahn. Blanche knew that the time was rapidly approaching when her record of perfect fidelity would be tarnished.
The attractive blonde was so deep in carnal thoughts of her boss that she didn't notice when her husband's eyes slid to the yard next door. She did not see the naked lust in his eyes as he gazed at their voluptuous neighbor, the one with the ginger hair and king-size knockers. As the redwood table hid the fact that while Blanche sat with her cunt secretly lusting for her employer, Stan's prick was swelling with hunger for the neglected and forbidden pussy of Pam Jamison.
* * *
Pam had slept poorly. Ross had made love to her last night but as usual, he completed his sex act before the frustrated woman could reach orgasm. It had taken Pam a long time to fall asleep and when she did, her dreams were of her next-door neighbor, Stan Tomisek.
Now, the curvaceous housewife was fairly quivering in anticipation as she waited. Wearing her revealing bikini, she glanced at the clock, then over at the Tomisek driveway. Blanche should be backing her car out any time, now. And as soon as the blonde left for work, Pam intended to saunter out and flaunt her body for Stan's benefit. Pam needed a lover desperately. The fuzzy V between her suntanned legs was throbbing with hunger and Pam didn't plan to waste time once she caught Stan's eye. She ached for the feel of his big cock pounding inside her pussy and she'd let him know it.
Minutes ticked by while Pam fidgeted. Where's Blanche? she wondered. If she doesn't leave soon, she'll be late for work. The big-breasted woman agonized through another ten minutes and still no sign of Stan's blonde wife. When Pam saw Stan emerge from his house, she hurried outside.
Stan's eyes were drawn to her luscious body like a magnet. "Hi, neighbor," he greeted, his voice husky as he feasted his eyes on her delectable and voluminous tits. Jesus, I can almost taste them already, he thought, licking his lips.
"Hi, Stan," she called, wiggling her ass as she strode toward him. "By the way," she said, trying to sound casual. "Where's Blanche? I don't think I've seen her today."
"You won't be seein' her either," Stan said, staring at her navel, at the tufts of pubic hair peeking out from her bikini bottom. "Leastways, not for two or three days. She's pretty sick. Got herself a bad case of that stomach flu that's floatin' 'round." Pam's disappointment was so intense that it enveloped her like a leaden cloak and she could hardly breathe. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she lied. "Tell Blanche I hope she's better soon." Real soon! she added silently.
"Yeah, I hope so too, baby," Stan said in a low voice. They stared at each other for a few moments and the look that passed between them did not require words. When Pam finally turned away, she knew that Stan was as ready and willing as she was. But fate had dealt them a lousy hand. The cards were stacked against them, now. She wouldn't feel Stan's mouth at her tits or his pistoning cock inside her dripping cunt for two or three days. The way Pam's sex-starved body was burning with need, that long a wait seemed an eternity.
* * *
Pam nearly went crazy with frustration as she waited for Blanche to recover. Stan sent scorching looks her way whenever they met outside but the lusting couple merely exchanged casual greetings. Blanche might be watching. If the blonde grew suspicious, Pam feared that she'd never go back to work. Every time Pam saw the dark-haired man next door, her longing for him increased. Along with her frustration.
As she did her housework, the voluptuous housewife with the shoulder-length hair tried to imagine how it would be when she and Stan finally did get together. Will he lick my cunt the way he licked Blanche's that night? she wondered. Her pelvis swirled hotly with desire as she fantasized so vividly that she could almost feel his warm tongue slithering up and" down her quivering pink slit. Her starving auburn pussy leaked so profusely that the crotch of her panties constantly felt warm and wet. Pam knew that she should stop torturing her frustrated body with erotic daydreams but she couldn't.
Maybe hell make me suck his cock, too, Pam thought, licking her full lips. She recalled how rough Stan had been with his wife the night she'd spied on them, how he'd grabbed Blanche's hair and forced her to go down on him. The coral niche between her long legs grew even creamier. To actually taste a swollen prick! How would it feel sliding in and out of her oral cavity? Pam's pussy fluttered and her eager mouth watered in anticipation. Remembering the evening she'd peered through the Tomisek's bedroom window, Pam hadn't forgotten the impressive size of Stan's cock, how uninhibited a lover the man was. And she could hardly wait to spread her legs for him!
Time seemed to drag. Two days later, Pam waited by the window, her body aching with need, during the time Blanche usually left for work. As the minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness, the frustrated housewife knew that Blanche wasn't going to work this afternoon, either. Her spirits sank for that meant that she would be deprived of Stan's cock for still another day.
In an attempt to keep her mind off her throbbing pussy, Pam plunged into a fit of housework. Despite the soaring temperature, she scrubbed the kitchen linoleum, then waxed it. By the time she'd completed the task, her lovely body was soaked with perspiration. But the crotch of her panties was still milky with desire and her cunt still pounded with hunger.
I'll take a cool shower, she decided, heading for the bathroom. Pam shed her soiled clothing and dropped them in the hamper. Her large tits undulating, she stepped into the tub and drew the plastic shower curtain. Once the water temperature was to her liking, Pam turned the handle which activated the shower head. The voluptuous woman gasped with delight at the refreshing spray that spilled forth. She closed her eyes and smiled, turning slowly so that the continuous spray caressed every part of her naked and tingling flesh.
She rubbed a bar of soap into a terry washcloth until it was rich with foamy lather, then slid the cloth across her body. When every inch of her lovely nudity was covered with suds, Pam draped the washcloth over the chrome bar and ran her hands over her slippery breasts. And she thought of Stan.
Her hands slid down her smooth flat belly to the matted triangle between her parted legs. Tilting her pelvis, she aimed her gaping cuntal lips at the cool spray while her fingers worked in and out of the sensitive folds within. Pam's body tingled with sensation. The feel of the cool water splashing onto her naked body was stimulating. So much so that she let her hands linger longer than necessary inside her separated pussy. And she wished Stan's fingers were stroking her!
A warmth spread between her suntanned legs which could not be cooled by water and the delicate rosettes topping her twin hills of flesh were suddenly rigid with excitement. Pam stroked her clitoris and sighed blissfully at the immediate response surging through her starving body. She longed to flick away to her heart's content, to bring relief to her aching body but somehow, Pam made herself stop. Giving the fiery nub one final caress, the curvaceous housewife withdrew her fingers to turn off the water. She stepped onto the mat and reached for a towel.
She was still blotting her lovely body when the front door bell rang. Hope rippled through her. Could that be Stan? she wondered. Maybe he can't wait any longer, either! Wrapping the large towel about her like a sarong, Pam ran to the door. She opened it eagerly only to feel disappointment. For instead of her dark-haired neighbor, a beautiful young woman stood on the porch. A large carrying case rested beside her.
"Hello there!" the lovely brunette greeted, flashing a warm smile. "My, you certainly look nice and cool."
Remembering her skimpy attire, Pam laughed. "I just got out of the shower," she explained, clutching the towel closer to her ample bosom.
"Wonderful," the strikingly-beautiful woman beamed, lifting her case. "A perfect time to try our new after-shower lotion. And I have a free sample for you today." She offered her business card. Joyce Miller, Enchanting Cosmetics, it stated. "May I come in?" she asked in a pleasant voice, stepping forward.
Pam was only too happy to invite the saleslady in. Anything to get her mind off Stan Tomisek. "What's that you're wearing?" the towel-clad housewife asked, sniffing as the delicate-featured woman entered the living room. "Enchanting cologne? It smells heavenly."
"Yes, it is one of our fragrances," the fair-skinned beauty replied, gazing at Pam through jade eyes. "It's called Allure. Ill give you a free sample of that too, Mrs.-"
"Jamison. Pam Jamison. And please," she added, gesturing toward a chair. "Do sit down. Ill get dressed and be right with you."
"Oh, please don't," Joyce Miller begged, opening her cosmetic case. "Not till you've tried our after-shower lotion, remember?" She showed Pam the bottle, smiling prettily. "It makes your skin feel all fresh and tingly and it has a beautiful fragrance." She moved to the large hassock in front of the easy chair and uncapped the bottle of lotion. "Here, Pam," she invited. "Sit down and let me splash some of this on your back and shoulders."
Pam hesitated a moment, then shrugged and sat down on the footstool. "Mmmmm, it does smell nice," she agreed as the saleslady poured some lotion into the palm of her hand. She applied the fragrant liquid several times, then used both hands to smear the product onto Pam's shoulders. Her touch firm but gentle, the beautiful brunette swirled her hands around the housewife's shoulders, then rubbed the lotion onto her smooth back.
"Like it?" Joyce asked softly.
"Ummmmmm," Pam murmured, closing her eyes. The big-breasted woman felt a weakness at the back of her knees. The way this beautiful female was stroking her skin, her fingers so light and caressing, made unexpected things happen to Pam. The soft damp mound between her legs came alive, throbbing with a steady sensual beat. The scent of Joyce's cologne brushed Pam's nostrils, making her feel odd. Sort of lightheaded and strangely excited!
"You have lovely skin, Pam" the dark woman complimented as her fingers massaged. "So smooth and satiny. And such a beautiful tan," she added huskily.
Pam's lips suddenly parted and she opened her eyes. Her lids were thick, her pupils dilated by new and unnatural desire. The touch of this woman's fingertips on her bare flesh made the housewife's skin feel hot and she felt a definite trickle of arousal between her legs. Pam never dreamed it could happen but it was happening now. She was being turned on... by another female!
"Let me put some lotion on your legs, Pam," the woman offered in a soft crooning voice.
Pam didn't answer for she didn't trust her voice. She just sat there, breathing hard, as Joyce Miller moved gracefully. In seconds, she was seated on the floor before Pam's outspread legs. The women's eyes met, then, and Pam's cunt beat harder. For the lovely brunette's cheeks were flushed and her jade eyes reflected the same forbidden excitement which Pam knew must glitter in her own eyes. Joyce's slender hand reached up to undo the corner of the towel wrapped about Pam's curvaceous body. The piece of terry cloth fell away to reveal the housewife's nakedness.
Joyce smiled up at her with a softness to her shimmering lips. "You don't have to worry, Pam," she told her in a caressing tone. "After all, we're members of the same sex, aren't we?"
Pam sat with her huge breasts spilling forward and she saw the brunette's eyes widen in appreciation. The ginger-haired housewife liked the way the other woman eyed her nude body. Her obvious admiration added to Pam's growing sexual excitement. Joyce's jade eyes traveled over Pam's high firm tits, down to the pink membranes peeking out from her gaping pussy. The naked woman felt a perverse thrill course through her as the beautiful brunette appraised her body. Her bright nipples sprang to life, blossoming like twin rosebuds, and she felt an urgent pounding within her heated cunt.
"Spread your legs more, sweetie," Joyce murmured, stroking Pam's golden thighs.
Pam did as she was told and felt her pelvis swirl with a dreamy warmth as Joyce's fingers trailed along her inner thighs until they reached the parted petals of her palpitating pussy. Pam sighed, tremors of delight rippling through her as Joyce separated her fuzzy cuntal lips, spreading them wide to expose the fiery bud of her clitoris. The split-legged woman's legs trembled in anticipation as the dark head came forward.
"Ohhhhh," Pam gasped as she felt Joyce's tongue touch her coral crevice. Gasping, she let her head fall back so that her ginger hair trailed down to her waist in moist tendrils. The woman's warm tongue felt marvelous as it slithered across the syrupy folds of her pounding pussy.
The dark head drew away to gaze up at Pam.
The naked woman's enormous tits rose majestically, their pointed nipples stiff and distended. "Feel good, honey?" Joyce asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Ohhh yesss!" Pam agreed, her voice tremulous.
The brunette's breath came fast, now, and she quickly rose to position herself behind the unclad housewife. Pam sighed with pleasure as Joyce slid one hand around her waist, across her abdomen, down to the fuzzy mound nestled between her widespread legs. The panting brunette cupped Pam's cunt, pressing her middle finger against the sensitive pink tissues that were hot and milky with arousal.
The lovely dark-haired woman cupped one of Pam's voluminous boobs with her other hand. "Your breasts are gorgeous," she said shakily. "So firm and full. Mmmmmm, I love the feel of them." Joyce's hand moved from one luscious tit to the other, kneading each pale mound of flesh with eager fingers. She plucked at Pam's bright distended nipples until the naked housewife moaned, her stroked pussy leaking in warm appreciation as Joyce's other hand slid back and forth between her outstretched legs to caress the coated membranes of her coral crevice.
"Like what Fm doing?" Joyce asked in an urgent tone, her middle finger finding its way into the oozing slit of Pam's tight vagina.
"Mmmmmmm," Pam murmured in agreement, swirling her hips in cooperative circles, encouraging Joyce's fingers to probe deeper. The increased activity of the housewife's hip movements heightened the brunette's passion. She squeezed Pam's firm breast hard while she thrust her middle finger deep into her cuntal opening. "Feel good, honey,?" she asked breathlessly.
Panting, Pam spread her legs even further apart and jerked her pelvis in swift excited circles as the brunette's finger soared. "Ohhhhh God, yessssss!" she cried.
"Then come to bed with me, sweetie," Joyce urged, her lips brushing her ear. "And I'll make you feel even better!"
The voluptuous housewife's conscience flickered for a few moments. But it was a mere spark to be consumed by leaping flames of passion which could not be denied. Right or wrong, Pam liked what this beautiful woman was doing to her sex-starved body and she wanted more. Much more. "Yes, yes!" she gasped.
Moving as if in a trance, Pam led the lovely brunette to the bedroom. While she drew back the bedclothes, Joyce quickly disrobed. Pam felt a tremor of excitement at the sight of her female nudity. The delicate-featured brunette's breasts were small but nicely shaped and their berrylike tips jutted enticingly. The voluptuous housewife ran her tongue across her lips, wondering how it would feel to taste them. She'd never sucked a tit and the thought of sucking on Joyce's made her own nipples stiffen.
As Joyce came toward her, her lovely mouth curved gently upward, Pam saw that her skin was flawless and creamy, her belly smooth and flat. Her azure eyes admired the woman's softly-rounded hips, then dropped to the black triangle between her ivory legs. And Pam knew, with a sharp and perverse thrill, that she longed to touch Joyce down there, too, to stroke and rub and inside of her down-covered pussy, to make it pound the way hers was pounding right now!
Then, Joyce was on top of her and their naked bodies squirmed and writhed, tit rubbing against tit, pubic hairs intermingling as their eager cunts pressed together in mutual desire. Joyce drew away and Pam felt warm lips trailing softly along her naked body. She closed her eyes and sighed, surrendering herself completely to the delicious sensations coursing through her. Joyce's mouth felt so soft and tender as it explored her nakedness. The brunette nibbled at Pam's ears, nipped her neck and shoulders, making her tremble and sigh. Oh, it felt so good to be loved, to feel a hungry mouth against her naked body, alternating between firm pressure and light teasing little nips.
Hands cupped her firm breasts, kneading and pressing until Pam's pelvis lifted hungrily and her pastel nipples rose pleadingly, blood-filled and expectant. At last, a warmth and wetness encircled a pointed tip and the curvaceous housewife moaned with ecstasy. "Ohhhhh," she gasped, arching her back in quick response.
Joyce stimulated the other nipple by rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger, creating explosive bursts within Pam's pelvis. "Oh God, it feels good," she gasped, rolling sensually as the other woman squeezed and kneaded the luscious mound of firm pale tit beneath the swollen nipple inside her mouth. Pam's belly was a feverish mass of sensation, now, and her cunt was glistening with the oils of her arousal. Her lashes brushing her cheek, the excited housewife gave herself in complete abandon to the artful ministrations of the beautiful lesbian's lips and hands.
Joyce's wonderful mouth abandoned Pam's ambrosial breasts to brush across her tummy, pausing to let her tongue swirl around its high navel, then dip quickly inside. Pam felt Joyce's soft lips trail across her fuzzy pubic mound, then continue downward. The naked housewife sucked in her stomach and cried out at the touch of warm lips against the sensitive skin of her smooth inner thighs.
She felt her legs being prodded apart by gentle, but insistent, hands. Then a kaleidoscope of psychedelic color flashed behind her closed eyelids for the beautiful brunette was actually kissing the delicate tissues of her gaping inner pussy! The housewife's split legs trembled and she elevated her hips wildly, moaning as if in delirium as the lesbian's tongue darted out to slither, warm, wet, and thrilling, across the entire length of Pam's oozing and throbbing genitalia.
Pam felt as if she were spinning, whirling within a vortex of vibrant hues for the relentless tongue was doing incredible things the pointed tip of her warm oral member. The lust-crazed housewife's lips parted and she let her thighs open as far as she could, reaching down to pull the dark head bringing her such carnal joy even closer to her wildly-receptive cunt. The bright petals of her flowering pussy glistened with the nectar of her passion as the glorious tongue continued to swirl.
The writhing woman with the ginger hair felt certain that the woman whose head was buried between her widely-splayed legs was providing the wildest sensations possible. Pam wanted nothing more than to have her keep licking the flowing length of her gaping slit and flick back and forth across her fiery nub of sensitivity until she climaxed.
But Pam was wrong. For suddenly, Joyce's wondrously-long tongue darted up into the oily slot of her vagina, bringing a cry of unbelievable pleasure from her throat. This was even better! Ohhhhhhhhh," Pam moaned. For the lesbian's warm lingual extremity seemed to possess a life of its own as it invaded the housewife's innermost cuntal depths. Her warm tongue spiraled incessantly, carrying Pam to dizzying, mind-blowing heights.
Joyce Miller's head was buried between Pam's split legs and wet slurping sounds filled the room. Gasping and panting, the delirious housewife kneaded her fingers through the dark hair of the lesbian's bobbing head. The deeper the brunette penetrated Pam's pulpy vaginal walls, the more wantonly Pam flipped and jerked. Her excitement mounting, she lifted her trembling buttocks again and again in a frenzied effort to capture more of the marvelous probing entity that was setting her entire being afire with new and wonderful sensations.
"Deeper!" she begged. "Fuck me with your tongue! Make me cum!"
Her pussy soaked with the combination of flowing cuntal juices and Joyce's saliva, a growing wet circle stained the floral bedsheet. Pam's coralline crevice throbbed in vigorous response to the magnificent oral invasion it was enjoying. Pam had fantasized so often about having her cunt licked, about how it would feel to have a warm wet tongue slither and swirl deep inside her dripping hollow. How she'd longed for the feel of Ross' tongue. But the man she loved did not satisfy her.
Pam did not love the lesbian who was eating her cunt but she did love the way she was fucking her with her merciless tongue, the way her hand slid from her inner thigh to her crotch so that her fingers could massage her swollen clitoris at the same time. Pam's breathing grew ragged and she strained her pelvic muscles, rotating the air. in lustful abandon in response to this double treat. Then she cried out in sweet release, her rippling vaginal walls convulsing as a devastating orgasm tore through her body. The naked housewife thrashed about until at last, the powerful orgasm subsided and her body grew still. Her nipples were soft rosy circles, now, and though her legs remained open, her muscles were limp, her facial features peaceful and relaxed.
"How was it, honey?" Joyce asked in a thick voice, lifting her head to gaze at Pam. The beautiful brunette's mouth shone wetly and Pam recognized both passion and need in the glitter of her green eyes.
"Ohhhhhh," Pam sighed. "It was wonderful!"
"Did you cum good, sweetie?"
"Good?" the housewife gasped, smiling dreamily. "I almost exploded it was so great!"
Joyce pulled herself alongside Pam and cradled her in her arms. "I'm glad, sweetie," she whispered throatily, kissing her cheek. "I wanted to make you feel good, to make you happy."
All at once, Pam felt the same way about her. Filled with a rush of tenderness and gratitude, the voluptuous housewife longed to make the beautiful brunette feel good, too. Her hand reached out to cup a perky breast. Even though she longed to caress the small tit, Pam's hand was hesitant at first. The lesbian sighed and rolled over, arching her back to offer her twin mounds of femininity in utter surrender. She moaned as the ginger head lowered at each rosy nipple to nip lightly before choosing one to be drawn into the warm cavern of her mouth.
As Pam sucked, enjoying her perverse act, she felt the warm naked body beneath hers writhe, detected the rhythmic swirl of hips, and she knew that Joyce's pussy must be pounding with the same urgency that hers had known just minutes ago. And the sucking woman longed to satisfy the lesbian's need, to return the sexual satisfaction that the beautiful brunette had given her.
"Suck my cunt, too!" Joyce begged.
The wanton plea excited Pam. She released the saliva-coated tit and shifted her naked body so that her head hovered between Joyce's open legs. She paused a moment to stare at the fuzzy cuntal lips spread before her in shameless urgency, at the glistening pinkness within. She saw the twitch of delicate tissue as the lesbian's gaping pussy waited, milky with anticipation.
"OH please, honey," Joyce whimpered, her creamy legs trembling. "Go down on me!"
The tight anus quivered as Pam placed her thumbs on each down cuntal lip to spread the woman's vulva. The housewife's face lowered to kiss the dewy sensitive membranes. Joyce moaned and jerked and Pam responded by slithering her tongue up and down the length of the quaking flowing slit. Pam moved her tongue slowly and gently, darting in and out, cleansing Joyce's pussy of the nectar of excitement which kept gathering within its creamy folds.
The lesbian was whimpering, now, her slender hips swirling in heated response to Pam's oral ministrations. Encouraged by her reactions, Pam's tongue found the oily slit of the brunette's vagina and slid inside to swirl and jab, lapping up the milkiness coating its pulpy walls. She gained momentum, circling and probing upward before slithering out to flick across the nub of the lesbian's blood-filled clitoris. Joyce's excited whimpers grew louder and her pelvis whirled in sporadic jerks.
"Ohhhhh, that's good!" she gasped. "More!"
Pam's tongue slid in and out with reptilian speed as she shoved her face further into the lesbian's foaming cunt to fuck with even greater vigor. This beautiful spread-eagle woman had brought the voluptuous housewife such sexual joy moments before that Pam was eager to reciprocate, to make her cum, too. She shoved her tongue in as far as it would reach. Nothing else mattered, now, but repaying her carnal debt.
At last, Pam felt a great swelling inside Joyce's cuntal opening, followed by the repeated pressure of convulsing vaginal muscles against her deeply inserted tongue. The climaxing woman emitted a high-pitched wail and her widespread legs trembled. The cuntal contractions were hard, assuring Pam that the orgasm she had just provided was a powerful one.
The two women lay cradled in each other's arms, afterwards. It was then that the full impact of what she'd done hit the ginger-haired housewife. Oh God, she agonized, guilt flooding through her veins as never before. I've just had sex with another woman! She looked at the fair-skinned brunette lying naked and content beside her and felt sudden revulsion.
Joyce was beautiful and she had made Pam feel good-damn good- but still, Pam was sickened. She's a lesbian, she thought, and I let her make love to me. Even worse. I made love to her. And the shame, guilt, and remorse Pam felt over her perverse act were overwhelming.
Joyce detected the change in Pam's mood for the curvaceous housewife's lovely naked body suddenly tensed. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked, gazing at her with green eyes.
Pam looked at Joyce, her features reflecting her emotions before she turned her face away. "I-I think you better go, now," she told the lesbian, her voice thick with tears.
"Go?" Joyce echoed, incredulously. "But why, Pam? It was great. For both of us. You know it was. So why?"
A small sob escaped Pam's throat. "Because it's wrong," she croaked, her voice thick with despair.
"Is it?" Joyce asked softly. When Pam remained silent, the beautiful brunette reached out to touch her shoulder.
Pam jerked away. "Don't touch me!" she said. "Just get out of here. And never come back!" Suddenly, the remorseful housewife burst into tears.
Sighing, Joyce Miller got up and dressed. She returned to the living room, lifted her cosmetic case, and walked to the door. The lovely woman hesitated, looking toward the bedroom where Pam lay sobbing brokenly. "Goodbye, honey," she whispered under her breath, her jade eyes misting. "Please don't hate me."
Sighing heavily, the woman opened the door and stepped into the blazing sunlight. Her carrying case felt leaden as she walked away. I could have loved her so, she thought. And I could make her happy. The lesbian's throat tightened as she remembered the revulsion reflected in Pam's face before she'd turned her back on her.
Blinking rapidly, Joyce Miller quickened her pace. And she never looked back.
CHAPTER SIX
Plagued with self-condemnation over her lesbian affair, Pam was even more eager to be with a member of the opposite sex. Surely, the feel of a big hot penis inside her violated pussy would erase her terrible guilt and make her feel normal again. She longed to forget how Joyce Miller's warm tongue had swirled deep inside her cuntal opening, how the woman had flicked across the sensitive nub of excitement nestled within the inner folds of Pam's pussy.
The tortured housewife ached to forget that she let another female suck her enormous breasts, arouse her, and make her cum. And she longed to blot out the memory of her own mouth encircling the lovely brunette's pale tits and berrylike nipples and how much it had excited her to suck on those small but perky mounds of flesh. Pam wanted the memory of her own face buried between another woman's outstretched legs, of fucking her gaping pussy with her tongue and enjoying the perverse act, to fade from her mind like a bad dream.
And only a man could make her forget what she'd done and make her feel like a real woman again.
Hoping to get Ross into a romantic mood, the attractive housewife prepared an elaborate meal that night. She served dinner by candlelight with soft music playing in the background. Pam wore a white jumpsuit which emphasized her golden tan and hugged her enormous boobs like a second skin, displaying them to full advantage. She'd brushed her reddish-brown hair until it shimmered with highlights and she'd dabbed her most expensive and sultry cologne onto the most intimate parts of her luscious body.
As she and Ross ate, exchanging small talk across the table, Pam looked at her handsome husband with intense and secret longing. Make love to me tonight, darling, she begged inwardly. What would her husband do, she wondered, if he knew what he had driven her to? That his lack of ardor had forced her to masturbate, have sex with a strange man, and even more shocking, a strange woman? But it's all your fault, she silently accused. For not giving me what I need. Give me what I need tonight, Ross, she pleaded. Please! She went through the motions of eating but the voluptuous woman scarcely tasted the elegant meal she'd prepared. All she could think about was luring the man she loved into bed. As soon as possible!
But Ross soon dashed her hopes by suddenly announcing that he had to call on an insurance prospect that evening. Pam's pretty face fell when Ross broke the news. "Will you be gone long?" she asked in a tiny voice.
Ross nodded. "Yeah, I'll be pretty late." He lifted his fork and avoided his wife's eyes. For Ross was afraid that his guilt might be all too evident, that she might guess what he really had in mind. His balls were churning and his hot prick was straining against his trousers. Just looking at his luscious wife in that sexy outfit was driving the gray-eyed man up the wall. How he longed to rip that jumpsuit right off her body so that he could feast his eyes upon her melonous mounds of femininity.
God, how I ache to suck those gorgeous breasts of hers! Ross thought as he swallowed. And Jesus, what I wouldn't give to go down on her! His swollen cock lurched at the thought of spreading his wife's suntanned legs far apart so that he could bury his face into the soft mound of her auburn pussy and slither his tongue back and forth again and again. The throbbing ache in his growing hardness, the fire in his loins, told Ross that it was that time again. Time to go out and find himself an eager cunt, an easy piece of ass that hungered for the feel of a warm tongue and pounding prick. A cheap broad who enjoyed the kind of sex that Ross felt would sicken his lovely wife. If I stay in this house one more minute with her, he thought, eying the tempting outline of her nipples beneath the white jumpsuit, I'll fuck the hell out of her!
Unaware of her husband's secret lust for her, the light went out of Pam's azure eyes and her shoulders slumped. She did not rise but sat staring at her plate while Ross pushed back his chair, trying to hide his erection as he made a hasty exit. "Don't wait up for me, hon," he cautioned before leaving.
"Don't worry," Pam said aloud, her voice bitter after the door closed behind him. "I won't. I'm through waiting for you!" Tears of frustration stung her eyes as she cleared off the table. As she washed the dishes, the sound of music her sole companion, a wave of loneliness swept over her.
As time passed, however, and the long evening stretched on, Pam felt other emotions, as well. Bitterness and anger toward the husband who could not recognize her sexual needs. Then came determination and lust. Tomorrow, she thought when she finally lowered her aching body into bed. God, how I hope Blanche goes back to work tomorrow. So I can be with Stan!
She lay awake for a long time, every cell in her body pounding with need. When she finally fell asleep, she dreamed of the dark-haired man next door. He was stark naked, coming towards her with a lascivious grin. His incredible cock towered before him, leading the way. It was swollen to full capacity, crimson with lust, its gaping, dripping eye winking at her as it came closer.
Even though she was sound asleep, Pam's long legs slid open beneath the sheet and her auburn pussy throbbed in hot anticipation.
* * *
The new day dawned with a drop in the temperature. "Looks like a break in the heat wave, today," Ross observed over his morning coffee. He'd gotten in late but the workout he'd had in the arms of a nympho made the good-looking insurance agent appear well-rested. His eyes were clear, his expression amicable, and his body relaxed.
But Pam was a bundle of nerves. "Mmmmm, it is supposed to be a lot cooler today," she agreed. But the heat wave is just beginning for Stan and me, she thought as she got up to refill her husband's cup. If Blanche is better today, she thought as she poured the steaming liquid, I'm going to spread my legs for the man next door. She returned the pot to the stove with a decided bang before rejoining Ross at the breakfast table. It infuriated her the way he sat there looking so damn relaxed and smug. Well, he wouldn't be so smug if he knew what was going on! Suddenly, the thought of cheating on the man she loved brought a strange sort of satisfaction to Pam and a secret smile tugged at the corners of her sensual mouth. You know what, Ross? she was tempted to scream. I'm going to let Stan Tomisek fuck me, today. Do you hear me, Ross? she wanted to shout. I said fuck, fuck, FUCK!
After Ross left for work, Pam whisked through the house, straightening it in record time. She had no intention of sitting around this morning, waiting in nervous frustration, until Blanche was due to leave for work. The curvaceous woman with the shoulder-length hair knew that if she stayed in the house, she'd be able to think of nothing else but Stan and that big beautiful cock of his. If something went wrong again, if Blanche was still sick with the flu, Pam was afraid she might do something she'd vowed not to do. If she sat home and waited, only to meet with frustration again, she might masturbate. That's why she decided to take the bus to the nearest shopping center this morning. She'd buy herself a new outfit, even treat herself to lunch. Then, should she come home to another disappointment with the man next door, Pam knew she'd be able to cope with her frustration without seeking the comfort of her own fingers inside her neglected pussy.
Once the house was neat, she took a quick shower. Her enormous breasts bouncing, their pastel nipples tightened into twin nubs, she entered the bedroom. She opened her dresser drawer and lifted a white lace bra, wriggling her huge tits into the size D cups. The voluptuous housewife was grateful for the sharp drop in temperature as she'd have to wear nylons in case she would try on some shoes. She fastened a black satin garter belt around her shapely hips, then donned beige nylons, red panties, and a red lace-edged half slip. The red and white two-piece dress she chose had a flared skirt that swirled saucily when she walked. She slipped her feet into red high-heeled shoes and reached for a matching purse. A short time later, Pam was riding a bus to the shopping center, trying not to think about the way her starving cunt was throbbing.
* * *
"Yer sure you feel up to goin' to work today, Blanche?" Stan asked, trying to sound concerned. "Maybe you should stay home one more day," he added, holding his breath. Christ, I hope she don't take me up on that, he thought, watching his wife fuss with her hair. My prick's ready to burst. Thinkin' 'bout that sweet little cunt next door and not bein' able to fuck her OR Blanche is drivin' me nuts. If Blanche don't get the hell outa here today, I'm gonna jag myself off!
Blanche's words made Stan sigh with relief. "I feel fine, Stan," she insisted, reaching for a can of hair spray. "Really I do." She looked fine, too. The dress she wore made her tits look bigger and her hips smaller. Despite her bout with the flu, the blonde looked radiant. Her cheeks were bright and her eyes were shining. For she was eager to get back to her boss, Gregory Hahn. "Besides," Blanche added, appraising her reflection in the mirror, "poor Greg needs me. He must be up to his knees in paperwork." Screw the fuckin' bastard, Stan thought to himself. The smooth and polished attorney had sent his wife an African violet plant yesterday along with a card saying how much she was missed, for her to hurry and get well. The gesture annoyed Stan just as everything about Gregory Hahn annoyed him. It made Stan realize, with a twinge of shame, that he'd never sent flowers to his wife. Not once. That wasn't his style.
Instead, he tried to show Blanche how he felt about her. But the way she gushed over that tiny plant made Stan feel like a cheapskate. Maybe I shoulda got Blanche some flowers, he thought when he saw his wife's reaction. That's what irritated him so about the man his wife worked for. Gregory Hahn had a way of making Stan feel inadequate. But Stan kept his thoughts to himself. "Yeah, I spose you got a lot of work waitin' for you," he said grudgingly as the hippy blonde headed for the door. "But jus' take it easy, today," he cautioned. "Don't go breakin' your ass for that guy yer first day back!"
Blanche turned to smile at her husband. She was in high spirits, excited at the prospect of seeing her boss again after three days absence from the office. And she had a feeling that Greg would be glad to see her, too. Not just because he needed some letters typed, either. The fact that he'd sent her that African violet told the blonde housewife that the suave lawyer she worked for had more than dictation on his mind.
And so did she! Blanche could hardly wait to get to the office, to see the blond lawyer again. She'd thought of him constantly these past few days. It made her feel guilty as hell lying there lusting for another man while her husband was nursing her back to health, but she just couldn't help the forbidden thoughts which kept flashing through her fevered mind. Blanche wanted Greg from the very first moment she laid eyes on him. The man was everything that Stan wasn't. She could hardly wait to feel his hard prick inside her pussy. And something told the lusting blonde that her forbidden erotic fantasy would be fulfilled before the day was over. "I won't work too hard, Stan," she assured her husband, reaching up to plant an impulsive kiss on his cheek. "And you take it easy today, too," she added indulgently. "Why not just lie around and drink beer all day?" she suggested with a smile. "After taking such good care of me, you've earned a treat."
I earned a treat, all right, Stan thought as he watched his attractive wife slide behind the wheel of her car. Only it ain't BEER I got a hankerin' for!
* * *
When Pam saw that Blanche's car was missing from the Tomisek driveway, her spirits soared. The red and white skirt she wore swirled flirtingly as she strode briskly, up the walk, exposing her shapely thighs. She hugged her purchases to her ample bosom and smiled, her cheeks bright. Blanche is gone! she thought happily. And Stan isn't! she added, seeing her dark-haired neighbor hurry toward her.
"Hi, neighbor," Pam greeted, giving him a seductive smile.
"Hi, baby," Stan replied, his voice gruff. He gave a soft whistle at the sight of the voluptuous woman. His lecherous eyes found every curve beneath Pam's dress. "Hey now, you look real good!" Good enough to eat, he added silently, his gaze shifting downward to her shapely stockinged legs and slender ankles. Holy shit, she's stacked, he noted, his loins aching as she came closer. And red was one of his favorite colors, one that always turned him on. "Here, lemme give you a hand with them packages, honey," he offered, taking Pam's purchases.
"Thank you," Pam said, as their hands brushed. She swung her hips boldly as she walked ahead, leading him up the front steps. "Come on in, Stan," she invited, unlocking the door. "Just drop those things on the chair," she instructed as the couple entered the living room.
Stan did as she asked, then turned to face the eager housewife. His huge cock thickened beneath his trousers as he looked at the enormous bosom beneath her dress. Christ, this broad's got a pair of knockers! he thought, his loins aching with desire. J can hardly wait to see them beauties, to get my hands on them. The palms of his hands grew damp as Stan envisioned his fingers kneading those luscious mounds of firm flesh. His lecherous gaze slid past the housewife's flared skirt, which hid the auburn pussy he longed to penetrate, down to her shapely stockinged legs and red high-heeled shoes.
Stan's great shaft of flesh mushroomed even more and his mouth watered. He longed to spread those long slender legs, to lift his eager mouth up to her soft triangle of fuzz. His prickly sacs swelled with longing and a warm droplet of desire bubbled from the gaping tip of his pounding prickhead. When Stan finally lifted his eyes to meet Pam's they were glazed and thick-lidded, their pupils dilated with sexual excitement.
Pam's sensual mouth opened as she met her neighbor's lustful gaze. She knew that her dark-haired neighbor wanted her as much as she wanted him. That any minute, now, she would spread her trembling legs for him, would feel his wonderful vastness penetrate her secret innermost depths and the knowledge increased her excitement. Her melonous breasts tightened and her downy cuntal lips swelled in eager response to his bold gaze. The crotch of Pam's red panties grew warm and sticky as the lips of her vulva parted in readiness, their delicate inner membranes oozing with the nectar of desire. I can't wait till he fucks me! she thought.
"C'mere, baby," Stan ordered gruffly, pulling her close. Pam's body went limp as she submitted to her neighbor's embrace. She moaned with pleasure as Stan buried his face in her neck to send a trail of hot wet kisses along her tingling flesh. The big-breasted woman slid her arms up under his shirt so that she could caress his broad and hairy back. Oh, he felt so good! So wonderfully masculine! She pressed her excited tits against his chest while she rubbed her hot pleading pussy back and forth against the stiff bulge of masculinity between his legs.
Stan's beating cock pounded even harder from the tantalizing pressure of her luscious breasts. Panting, his hands reached down to grab her perky jutting asscheeks. The voluptuous housewife sighed with delight at the feel of demanding male fingers squeezing her buttocks. The palpitating triangle of fuzz between her legs secreted even more heavily, throbbing with an urgent forbidden hunger. She longed to shed her clothes, to be naked, to see Stan naked, too. She wanted to feast her eyes on the oversized cock that she'd been lusting for, to touch it, hold it in her hand!
The curvaceous woman's hands slid from Stan's back down to his crotch. Her eager fingers stroked the wonderful hardness beneath Stan's trousers, feeling it pulsate beneath her touch. Her hands trembling, she unzipped his fly to release his magnificent pole of flesh. It was even bigger than she remembered. "Oh, Stan!" she whispered, her voice tremulous as she admired him. Awed by the size of his scarlet cock, her cunt fluttered and her breath came faster.
"Like it, baby?" Stan asked with a knowing leer.
"Like it?" she asked with a gasp. "Oh, Stan! It's beautiful." Her fingers closed around the thick warm shaft to stroke it lovingly. "Oh, it feels wonderful," she whispered, thrilling to the feel of the incredibly enormous prick.
"Squeeze harder!" Stan ordered. Pam quickly obeyed, her fingers closing tightly on his swollen prick and the dark-haired man felt as if little fiery flames were shooting through his distended penis as the excited housewife's firmly-clasping hand moved back and forth with gusto. The tip of his crimson cock opened and little droplets of carnal response bubbled from its gaping glans. "Ahhhhh," he praised, feeling his big testicles churn. "That's the way, baby!"
Stan's mouth went slack. Abandoning Pam's jutting asscheeks, he reached up to squeeze one of her luscious breasts with one hand while he pushed past the damp crotch of her frilly underpants with the other. Pam gave a little cry of pleasure as Stan's fingers sought the wetness within her bloated pussy lips. Her pelvis swirled with a dreamy warmth and she spread her long legs to open her oozing genitalia even further. "Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her dripping pussy throbbing as his fingers caressed her oozing slit. When his fingers teased at the nub of her clitoris, Pam jerked her hips and jagged him off even faster. "Ohhhhh," she gasped. "That feels wunnnderfulll!"
"My big prick's gonna feel even better, baby!" he told her in a sandpaper voice as Pam's eager fingers sent his taut foreskin sliding back and forth across his lust-bloated spearhead. Mmmmmm, Stan thought, thrilling to the feel of her jagging fingers. Her pussy's all slicked up. His probing fingers dug deeper into her sensitive creamy tissues. All ready for one hell of a fuck! And her tits, he marveled, his hand moving from one luscious mound of flesh to the other. They 're the biggest, firmest boobs I ever felt. Christ, I can't wait to suck on them!
Suddenly, Stan had to see Pam in the nude. He ached to see the enormous tits he was squeezing bared, to see the pink nipples topping them. He longed to gaze upon the auburn pussy he'd been dreaming of for days now, to see it spread wide open before his lusting eyes. He could hardly wait to see Pam lying naked with her long suntanned legs spread far apart so that he could look at her gaping pussy and see the oils of her arousal that he could feel coating his probing fingers. "Take off your clothes, doll," he demanded, his voice gruff. He gave her swollen excited clitoris one final flick before removing his hand from the soaked crotch of her panties. "I want to see you naked!" he said, releasing her breast, as well.
Pam's firmly-clenched fingers loosened their grip on his stiff joint with reluctance before she backed away. Her azure eyes lingered on his thick shaft and her cunt pounded out its longing with a firm and demanding rhythm as she unzipped the top of her two-piece dress and pulled it over her head. The big-breasted woman's huge hills of flesh spilled out of her white lace bra, making Stan's crimson cock lurch crazily at the savory sight.
A seductive smile playing at the corners of her sensual lips, Pam unzipped her skirt and let the garment drop to the floor.
Stan breathed hard as he viewed Pam in her well-filled lacy bra and red lace-edged half slip. His distended spearhead bobbed, its gaping unseeing eye dripping in hot anticipation in response to the carnal treasure which would soon be his. Stan's prickly sacs felt painfully full as the strip-tease continued. Pam slid her half slip down over her gently-flared hips, then tossed it aside. Spreading her stockinged legs, she paused to smile at Stan, letting her hands slide sensually, teasingly, tracing the outline of her magnificent jutting breasts, moving to follow the inward dip of her narrow waist, then outward over the curve of her rounded hips.
The voluptuous housewife with the ginger hair was well aware of what her near-nudity was doing to Stan. His distended spearhead was scarlet, its gaping glans bubbling hotly. And her hungry body was pounding with need, as well. She reached behind her back to unclasp her lacy bra. She let the white undergarment slide from her tan shoulders, releasing her incredible breasts, at last. As the twin mounds spilled forward in all their splendor, Stan gasped in incredulous admiration. His eyes glittered and his tongue slid wetly across his parted lips. Jesus, what a pair! he thought, ogling the twin mounds of perfection.
Pam's nipples rose into stiff points as she watched Stan devour her naked breasts with his eyes. The saturated crevice between her stockinged legs flowed freely as tits jiggling, she wriggled out of her red panties. Stan's prick felt volcanic, about to explode, as he gaped. Her bare tits jutted proudly, their fiery nipples erect and pleading, as if begging to be sucked. Stan's mouth watered for he longed to answer their fervent plea. Her eyes hooded with desire, Pam kicked off her shoes and peeled out of her nylon stockings, flinging them to one side until she stood with legs spread, clad only in her black satin garter belt. The contrast of the shiny black fabric against the white of Pam's abdomen and split inner thighs made Stan's steaming prick pound even harder. The dark-haired man fingered his throbbing penis as he gaped hungrily at the bright tuft of auburn hair topping her parted pussy. He ached to spread that auburn mound of femininity even further, to use his warm tongue to cleanse her soft pubic hairs of the sticky syrup of passion coating them.
Finally, Pam unstrapped her black garter belt so that it fell to the floor. She slid her hands across her beautiful breasts, then down to her tunnel of love to lift her prickly cuntal lips in order to spread them lewdly for her panting lover. "Lick me," she begged as the pink pussy tissues blossomed forth.
Her clitoris stood straight out, bright red and swollen, fluttering hopefully as she eyed Stan's bubbling spearhead. "Lick my cunt!" The way you licked Blanche's cunt the night I spied on you, she added silently, the milk of her passion trickling down her inner thighs.
Whimpering with lust, Stan dropped to his knees and reached up to grasp her naked buttocks. He kneaded her pale moons while he mashed his eager face against the lewdly-parted pussy lips. Pam's fingers spread her vulva even further until tiny bursts of pain shot through her leaking pussy. But the pain was soon outweighed by pleasure as Stan's warm mouth pressed against her gaping pink membranes. "Ahhhhhh," she sighed, her knees buckling. The bare-breasted woman closed her eyes in carnal ecstasy as his warm tongue slithered across her palpitating oozing genitalia. Her pelvis jerked crazily as Stan teased at her clitoris, flicking across it to jab and tease. Pam's hips began to respond by moving in excited circles. Stan Tomisek was eating her cunt, at last! And it felt marvelous! Her fingers held her pussy lips far apart to accommodate the wonderful warm probing tongue while her hips moved. His oral member left her swollen clitoris to lap up the oils of her arousal. Stan no sooner cleansed her sensitive inner tissues when they grew milky once again. Her heavily-secreting pussy was pounding wildly and her enormous tits had risen into twin mounds of excitement, their bright nipples protruding like miniature cocks.
Suddenly, Stan's tongue darted up the pinkness of her unsuspecting anus, driving Pam to a feverish pitch. "Oh God!" she gasped, her split legs trembling. The glorious tongue soon left her asshole to return to her blood-filled clitoris. Applying firm and steady pressure, Stan flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth again and again until he had Pam whimpering like a hungry kitten. Her passion rising to its ultimate peak, the big-titted housewife bucked in wild abandon, her climaxing bud of sensitivity fluttering beneath the relentless tongue. "Aghhhhhh," she cried as Stan continued to punish her clitoris while ripple after ripple of orgastic pleasure coursed through her nude and convulsing body.
At last, the dark-haired man withdrew his tongue from Pam's pussy. The voluptuous housewife's hands finally left her parted vulva, letting its fuzzy lips close while she slid softly to the carpet. As she lay panting, gazing up at her lover with hooded eyes, Stan quickly shed his clothing. She's a prick-hungry piece, all right, he thought as he stepped out of his pants. And I never tasted a sweeter pussy. But this was only the beginning. Stan had much more in store for the naked woman sprawled before him.
His fiery prick was stretched to full capacity, beating like a drum, its gaping tip bubbling in hot anticipation as he eyed the magnificent tits he longed to suck, the sensuous mouth he ached to shove his leaking cock into. Pam sighed, opening her arms invitingly, her azure eyes glued to Stan's incredible bobbing spearhead as he came toward her. Stan grinned salaciously as he climbed on top of the sex-starved woman for he planned to give her a fucking she'd never forget!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Blanche Tomisek sighed and stopped typing. "Damn!" she cursed under her breath. "I hit the wrong key again!" As she corrected still another error, the blonde secretary tried to calm down, to quiet the gentle and delicious throbbing of her heated pussy. Despite her frequent wriggling, however, Blanche still felt as if a moth were fluttering its wings inside the crotch of her panties. And she liked the feeling. For her suave and good-looking boss, Gregory Hahn, was really coming on strong. Ever since she arrived this afternoon, he'd been flattering and attentive. As soon as she walked in, Greg had complimented her appearance, his eyes lingering on her bosom. His hands brushed hers far too often to be accidental and he bent close, his face just inches away, his expensive cologne making Blanche dizzy with excitement, whenever he leaned over her desk. And the attractive lawyer followed the blonde's every movement, his eyes bold and appraising as they traveled the length of her figure.
By now, the air was so charged with electricity, so permeated with mutual sexual attraction, that Blanche could scarcely do her work. Her mind wandered when she took dictation and her trembling fingers, usually so accurate, kept striking the wrong keys as she pounded her typewriter. But the hippy blonde did not have her mind on her work. Instead, she kept fantasizing about her well-dressed and sophisticated employer.
Is it going to happen this afternoon? she wondered as she resumed her typing. Is Greg going to call me into his private office, close the door, and lead me to the big leather sofa? The more Blanche wondered, the more her pussy throbbed. Nothing would make the woman happier than to have the handsome lawyer proposition her, at last. Greg was everything she'd ever dreamed about in a man-everything that her Stan was not. And she could hardly wait to lie naked and yielding beneath him, to feel the attorney's naked body pressing against hers.
Her cunt beat harder as she speculated about her employer's penis. It's probably not as big as my Stan's, she admitted, thinking of her husband's king-size cock. But how many pricks are? What the hell, it's how a man uses it that counts! And Blanche Tomisek was most eager to discover just how Gregory Hahn used the pole of flesh she hungered for-to learn exactly how the man she secretly coveted fucked!
Oh, I hope it happens today! she thought as her fingers sought the typewriter keys. Her ample tits quivered beneath her bra as she envisioned Greg's mouth against her breasts, the feel of his warm mouth pulling on her distended nipples. Blanche loved it when Stan sucked on her boobs. It drove her absolutely wild the way he yanked at them tirelessly. How thrilling it would be to have Greg's mouth at her tits, instead!
The palpitating crevice between her legs felt dewy as Blanche pictured her boss' mouth traveling downward, moving from her well-sucked nipples down to her mound of Venus. The mental image was so delicious that the part-time secretary stopped typing in order to devote full concentration on her erotic fantasy. She closed her eyes, sighing heavily, to imagine Greg's hands spreading her legs wide so that her cuntal membranes flowered, blossoming under his hungry gaze.
Then, Blanche pictured Greg's handsome face coming closer, closer until she felt the warmth of his soft mouth against her glistening coral niche. The blonde fidgeted in her desk chair, the V between her tightly-clasped legs fluttering no matter how hard she squeezed her thighs together, as she thought about Greg's tongue. How good it would feel slurping in and out of her widespread dripping cuntal opening. Boor that he was, her husband, Stan, really knew how to drive her out of her mind with his tongue. How she bucked and jerked and cried out in wild abandon as it slithered across her parted pussy. Surely, Greg would be far better when it came to eating cunt!
I bet he's one hell of a cocksman, the lusting secretary thought, the crotch of her panties warm and wet as she indulged in erotic fantasies about the man she worked for. Greg does everything else so well, he's GOT to be an expert in the sack, too. How she ached for the feel of his hot prick sliding in and out of her eager pussy. When it finally happens, she thought with a sigh, when he finally fucks me, I bet I'll cum like crazy. I'll probably have the orgasm of my life!
The fantasizing secretary jumped guiltily when the outer door opened and a well-dressed young woman entered the posh reception room. "I must see Mr. Hahn," she demanded in an imperative manner.
And Blanche knew, with sinking spirits, that she would not be spreading her legs for her boss today, after all. This impeccably-groomed woman wore the bitter expression of a vengeful female seeking divorce. The hippy blonde glanced at the clock and knew, with a sigh of resignation, that Greg would be tied up with this client for the remainder of the afternoon. Tomorrow, Blanche thought, trying to comfort herself as she buzzed the lawyer's private office. It'll happen tomorrow, for sure. And I'll be ready.
After the young woman had entered the lawyer's inner office, Blanche suddenly thought of Stan. Would her husband demand a divorce, she wondered, if he caught her fooling around with another man? Blanche bit her lip as she pondered the question, unaware that her lusty husband was cheating on her that very moment!
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Pam lay on the living room rug, her back arched and her eyes glazed. The woman's full lips were parted and she breathed hard as Stan's mouth tugged away at one of her nipples. While the dark-haired man who lived next door sucked vigorously, he kneaded her huge spheres of pale flesh with eager fingers. Pam's tits were far bigger and firmer than his wife's boobs and he loved the luscious feel of the melonous mounds he'd been aching to sample. While his sucking mouth gave one of Pam's elongated nipples a good workover, Stan's pinching fingers stimulated her other bright rosette. His mouth and fingers alternated, treating first one swollen tip, then the other, until the naked housewife's huge breasts were tightened into twin hills of excitement and her fiery nipples stood straight up, inflamed and tingling deliciously from the exquisite punishment they were receiving.
"Oh Stan!" she gasped, curving her back so that his wonderful sucking mouth could grasp her tender flesh more easily. "Suck harder! Ohhhhhh!" Stan's mouth tugged with even greater enthusiasm, sending sharp ripples of pleasure-pain coursing through her enormous breasts. The dark-haired man treated each tit to his expert oral ministrations, his lips sliding wetly from one mountainous boob to the other while his hands continued to pinch and squeeze.
As the naked man straddled the big-busted housewife, his swollen sacs dangled, swinging back and forth, and his vast dripping cock brushed against her bare flesh. She thrilled to the hardness of his distended prick poking her abdomen, the eye of her navel, her soft mound of pubic hair. Pam's steaming cuntal lips parted to reveal the shimmering pinkness within, the saturated tissues which were throbbing with desire. Stan had made her cum with his tongue and it had been marvelous. But Pam wanted more! She ached for the feel of his oversized cock cramming her hungry vagina, for the hot spray of his sperm shooting against her pulpy cuntal walls. The panting housewife was awed by the enormity of her lover's prick, eager for the glorious moment when it tore into her leaking slot.
Her impatience grew as she felt the wetness of his seminal fluid upon her bare skin as Stan's vast swollen spearhead bumped various parts of her naked writhing body. While Stan's persistent mouth and kneading fingers worked relentlessly at her voluminous boobs, the ecstatic housewife reached up between his thick hairy thighs to caress his sperm-packed testicles. What huge balls, she thought, her pounding pussy growing even wetter as she fondled the twin sacs of masculinity.
Pam squeezed with trembling fingers, feeling Stan's testes tighten under her touch. She could hardly wait until their precious contents were transferred to her quivering cunt by Stan's pistoning cock. She ached for the feel of his hot juices deep inside her.
The more his huge dripping cock butted into her, the more Pam hungered for the stiff pole of masculinity. The ginger-haired housewife whimpered, kneading Stan's balls with gusto. The oils of her arousal trickled from her pussy, down her thighs, onto the carpet. "Fuck me, Stan!" she gasped, lifting her pelvis hungrily. "I want your prick inside my pussy!"
Hot bursts of passion shot through Stan's widely-splayed thighs, down the length of his pulsating prick. His leaking spearhead mushroomed even more at her wanton plea, its mammoth tip leaking profusely. Stan had every intention of fucking the hot pussy lifting in eagerness beneath him but first, he wanted Pam to suck cock. He longed to watch her full lips stretch to accommodate his incredible girth, to feel the warmth of her sensual mouth sliding up and down the slippery length of his distended prick. Stan had dreamed of having the voluptuous, prick-starved woman go down on him so often that he had to see his dream fulfilled before he fucked her auburn pussy. Giving her delectable tits one last tug, Stan's mouth opened to release its savory treat so that he could roll over on his broad and hairy back, his great shaft of masculinity rising majestically.
"Suck my prick!" he ordered, his voice grating.
Pam rose on one elbow, her eyes thick-lidded and dreamy. Her huge breasts were sore, but contented, their bright elongated nipples swollen and fiery from Stan's vigorous oral stimulation. Pam's throbbing genitals secreted even more heavily at the sight of the incredible towering spearhead towering from between his split thighs. Its swollen scarlet tip gaped like an open eye. As Pam gazed adoringly, another clear droplet of seminal fluid bubbled from the open glans to trickle down the deeply-veined stamen.
And suddenly, the naked woman's mouth hungered for the enormous prick with a fervor that matched that of her pussy. Pam lifted a slender golden leg to straddle Stan, her eyes never leaving his incredible penis. Her parted pussy leaked its hot juices onto his naked thighs as she reached out to grasp the thick base of his shaft with a firm grip. Her magnificent mounds of femininity protruded grandly as she squatted on his hairy thighs and lowered her eager head. The excited housewife licked her lips, suddenly impatient for her very first taste of cock. After years of denial, one of Pam's most treasured erotic fantasies was about to become reality. Trembling with excitement, her gaping cunt oozed its lather onto Stan's naked body.
Stan's huge prick lurched in steaming anticipation as the big-titted woman's mouth opened. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed as her lips closed around his bubbling prickhead. Christ, she felt good. How he welcomed the wetness of her oral cavity against the heat of his pounding scarlet tip. Stan laced his fingers through her hair, pulling her head downward. "Now suck, baby!" he gasped as he forced her head lower. "Suck my cock like I sucked yer tits!"
As Stan's deeply-veined penis crowded her mouth, Pam's widespread cunt quivered and leaked. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned, her mouth closing tightly around the bloated organ. How she loved the feel of him! His incredible size, the firmness of his erection, the warm stickly pungency of his pre-coital juices against her tongue! I'm sucking cock! she realized, every cell of her body aflame. Her azure eyes shone glassily as inch after phallic inch filled her oral cavern. Hungry for his entire length, Pam's mouth stretched wider as his invading penis pressed against her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and finally, rammed the back of her throat. "Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted as Stan suddenly thrust his hips upward to force even more of his vastness into her receptive oral cavity. Still, she accepted his pistoning cock without gagging.
And then she began to suck! The reddish-brown head bobbed as Pam's mouth slid up and down his great phallic length. Her cheeks worked in and out as she sucked away with gusto, God, he tastes good! she thought. Her huge breasts jiggled and bounced as she performed her lewd act, their pointy nipples red and inflamed. How she loved the feel of his huge prick sliding in and out of her tightly-ovaled mouth! She could scarcely cram enough of him into her oral cavity. Lower and lower the ginger head bobbed, taking Stan's cock deep into the back of her throat. "Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted every time his pistoning cock rammed her spongy oral cavern. She sucked voraciously, rhythmically, swallowing up every possible inch of the delicious purple cock. She tugged at the broad base of his stamen with one hand while she kneaded his sperm-packed testicles with the other. Her gaping vulva dripped its excitement, pounding furiously, as she went at him with fervor.
Stan Tomisek panted as he watched the squatting naked housewife go down on him. Her huge breasts undulating wildly, her cheeks billowing, she tugged at his turgid spearhead. "Keep suckin!, baby!" he encouraged, thrilling to the warmth of her mouth, the determination of her sucking tongue. As Pam kept squeezing his balls and yanking mercilessly on the broad base of his fiery prick, Stan moaned and writhed with carnal joy. He'd never had a more enthusiastic blow-job.
Pam sucked as if her life depended on draining every last drop of precious seminal fluid from Stan's leaking, burning prick.
She swirled the tip of her tongue around the swollen tip on each backstroke, driving Stan wild. The point of her lingual member dipped downward with sharp little jabs, stretching the gaping glans even further so that she could lap up every possible droplet before her warm mouth slid down the length of his pulsating slippery shaft once again. She moaned as if in delirium, her mouth salivating as never before. As she fondled his prickly sacs and yanked at the base of his penis, the sex-crazed housewife sucked greedily, thirstily. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned. How she loved the taste of Stan's lust-thickened cock inside her mouth, the bittersweet pungency of his masculine secretions. Sucking cock was even better than she'd dreamed! Nothing else mattered, now, except sucking on his glorious oversized penis, milking it dry!
Stan whimpered under Pam's artful oral ministrations. Holy shit, she can suck! he thought, gasping as she bobbed up and down with unwavering persistence. The sensitive gaping tip of his scarlet mushroom was bubbling hotly, his overloaded testicles begging for release. Every time Pam came down on him, he hurled his hips in the air to ram the back of her warm wet oral cavern. No matter how forcefully he penetrated her, she accepted him hungrily, eagerly, without gagging. He moaned with pleasure as the naked cock-sucking housewife did incredible things to his bloated prickhead with the tip of her tongue on each near-withdrawal. Stan's pulsating cock was afire, throbbing urgently. Much as he loved the feel of her sucking, wet mouth and probing tongue, he knew it was time to stop, to withdraw his thick shaft from her oral cavity. Stan did not want to blow his wad into the big-titted woman's mouth. Not this time! He'd been lusting for her reddish-brown cunt far too long for that. Now that he'd thrilled to her magnificent suckings, he was ready to shoot his fiery sperm deep inside her saturated pussy.
Stan waited until the auburn head rose, then yanked his slippery saliva-coated penis away. Robbed of her tasty carnal treat, Pam's glazed eyes flew open in protest and her mouth, bloated and inflamed from her lewd performance, groped hungrily. Like a fish out of water, her ovaled mouth sought that which had been denied her. But Stan had something else in mind. "That's enough suckin', baby," he said in a hoarse voice as he sat up. "Time for fuckin', instead!"
But Stan did not want to fuck her on the floor. Instead, he pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the footstool. The naked man sat down with his mighty pole of masculinity jutting from between his parted hairy thighs. "Open up, baby," he ordered, his crimson cock bobbing like an open-mouth reptile. "Spread those pretty legs and bring your hungry pussy down on my hot prick!"
As Pam obeyed his command, straddling the thick, widely-splayed thighs, her big breasts jiggled temptingly, making his purple cock bubble even more profusely. The naked housewife with the ginger hair spread her legs wide, staring at Stan's nude body. Her azure eyes, gleaming with excitement, traveled from his matted barrel chest down to the magnificent fuzz-topped erection waiting to penetrate her saturated tunnel of love. Stan's eyes reflected lust and admiration as they settled on the twin spheres of pale flesh jutting so proudly from her lovely body. "Mmmmmm," he murmured as she came closer. "Gimme a quick suck on them babies!"
She moaned ecstatically as he gave each firm tit a quick tug. But the panting man soon released her boobs. Luscious as they were, his pounding cock ached for her pussy. Reaching up, he grabbed her hips and guided Pam's naked throbbing body until the woman's dripping cunt hovered over the fiery tip of his massive prickhead. With a powerful upward thrust of his pelvis, he pulled her down on top of him so that his immense penis soared into her oily slot like a hot poker.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, feeling his vastness penetrate her with breathtaking speed. In mere seconds, his huge cock filled her innermost depths and bumped against the mouth of her cervix. His prick was wonderfully big! She felt the well-lubricated walls of her tight vagina stretch to accommodate him, thrilling her to the very depths of her being. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her voluminous breasts cradling his face. "Ohhh, Stan!" she gasped, loving the enormity of his thick shaft.
"Like it, baby?" he asked hoarsely. "Does my prick feel good inside your pussy?"
"God, yesssss!" she gasped. Straddling him this way made Stan feel even bigger and the woman was almost out of her mind with passion. Holding her hips firmly, Stan lifted her high, then lowered her sharply, hurling his naked body upward with each downward thrust. Pam's mouth went slack and her eyes glassy as she skewered down on him. Her split pussy throbbed, leaking its warm syrup onto his thighs as holding her prisoner with his hands, he fucked into her with savage force. Her magnificently-invaded cunt grasped greedily. The tremendous cock hurt but at the same time, it felt marvelous. The pleasure far outweighed the pain and Pam felt her excitement mounting. Her whimpers became cries of passion. Her big tits danced wildly as legs, trembling, she bucked up and down on his glorious punishing spearhead.
Stan's hands were wet with perspiration as he held Pam's smooth hips with a determined grip. Holy shit, she feels good! he thought as he fucked with vigor. Her sucking vagina was so slick that it was almost frictionless. But she's good and tight! Stan observed, his thick joint pounding with joy as he shoved himself into her oily cunt again and again. The ecstatic man fucked with utter abandon. As he sent his thick cudgel up into her clinging tunnel, Pam's excited cries increased.
"Fuck, fuck!" she cried wantonly, her lovely features contorted by lust.
And Stan obeyed. He fucked for all he was worth. He hurled his hips in the air, yanking her down on his pistoning cock at the same time. His scarlet penis disappeared inside her. Pam felt her fuzzy pussy lips grind into Stan's dark mass of pubic hair each time she slammed down on him. Then she was soaring in the air again. As he drove his battering rod into her foamy slit, all else was blotted from Stan Tomisek's lust-crazed mind. His wife, Blanche, no longer existed. Neither did his surroundings. The dark-haired man forgot that he was in someone else's living room, that he was screwing someone else's wife. He was consumed by carnal sensation. Only the wet grasping cunt clinging to his distended prick was real to him. Nothing mattered, now, except fucking!
His hand tugged at Pam's hips, pulling her down harder and harder. "Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmph!" she grunted, her eyes glazed and unseeing as his huge cock rammed the mouth of her womb mercilessly. Their sweating bodies jerked, working in frenzied harmony on the hassock. The combined juices of their enthusiastic coupling dripped from their fucking genitals onto the vinyl footstool. Pam's voluptuous body was ablaze. She gasped for air as she felt herself rising toward that glorious crest.
"Aghhhhh!" Stan cried, his hips jerking crazily. His bloated testicles softened as he shot his wad deep inside her auburn pussy. The sudden warmth of his sperm shooting way up within her thrilled the naked split-legged housewife. She rode his ejaculating prick with renewed gusto, bucking furiously as the walls of her thoroughly-conquered vagina rippled in thrilling orgasm. She dug her fingernails into Stan's back until they drew blood. Heart pounding, her eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible. Pam mewled like a cat in heat and Stan grunted like a rooting hog as the copulating pair jerked their naked bodies in mutual orgasm.
* * *
Ross Jamison slid the completed policy into his briefcase, then turned to face the dark-haired, braless housewife who'd just signed it. The gray-eyed insurance man was pleased with himself. He'd just made a damn nice commission and now he was about to make a damn nice cunt, as well! Ross met the brown-eyed woman's bold gaze with a knowing smile. The good-looking man had fucked enough pussy in his lifetime to recognize the fact that this one craved attention. It was only with his voluptuous wife that he suffered a blind spot.
She sure doesn't play hard to get, he thought, his eyes dropping to the perky nipples poking against the thin fabric of her knit blouse. His deprived prick stiffened as he appraised the modest boobs. Compared to his wife's cantaloupe-size breasts, this broad's tits were tiny. But they looked nice and firm and he liked the way those saucy little nipples stuck straight out. I bet they come out even farther when they're sucked, Ross speculated, licking his lips in anticipation. It was obvious that the petite brunette was minus a bra. Just as it was obvious that she was without scruples. It was clear that she wanted Ross' prick inside her. The bold housewife had made suggestive remarks, wiggled her pert little ass, and fluttered her thick eyelashes ever since Ross crossed her threshold.
And Ross was only too happy to give the cheating housewife what she wanted. Hell, he hadn't had a good fuck since he'd romped with that nympho a few nights ago. And the way Pam was torturing him wasn't helping. The skimpy halters she wore, which barely covered her huge breasts, made him ache with desire. And the way she paraded around in shorts all the time, revealing those shapely suntanned legs really turned Ross on. He had all he could do to control his powerful sexual urges, to refrain from throwing his curvaceous wife onto the bed, spreading those luscious legs, and shoving his throbbing prick clear up to her throat!
But he didn't dare. Pam wasn't that type of woman. He had to hold back with the woman he truly loved. It was only with prostitutes, nymphos, and cheats-like the one he was about to screw right now-that Ross dared to reveal his lusty passionate nature. Leering down at the tiny brunette, Ross suddenly slid his hands around her waspish waist to grab her jutting behind. "You've got yourself a cute little ass, honey," he said as he met her gaze. "You know that?"
The woman smiled, thrusting her perky ass out so that he could grab more of it. "Mmmmm," she murmured as he squeezed her asscheeks. "Glad you like it." Her dark eyes twin pools of open lust, she began to stroke the bulge beneath his trousers. "You're pretty nice yourself, mister," she praised.
Ross' cock quivered and grew as the woman caressed him. "That feels damn good, doll face," he said. "But it would feel a whole lot better if you'd take it out and do that." She needed no prodding. Her hands shaking with eagerness, she unzipped his fly. Ross' big penis sprang forth, stiff and hot and deeply-veined. As the brunette's fingers closed around his thick shaft with a firm and well-practiced grip, Ross' hands slid from her rounded buttocks up under her skirt. He pushed past the damp crotch of her underpants, separating the sticky fuzz-covered lips of her vulva.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, spreading her legs in cooperation as he fingered the creamy folds of her parted pussy. She rewarded him by pulling his foreskin back and forth over the swollen head of his bloated cock. The harder he pressed his fingers into her milky slit, the harder and faster she jagged him off.
Without warning, the middle finger of Ross' other hand found the tight ring of her unsuspecting anus. As he suddenly shoved his finger up her asshole the dark-eyed woman gasped with delight. "Oooooooh!" she cried, her pelvis jerking involuntarily. And her hand squeezed his increasing hardness with greater enthusiasm as it pumped back and forth across his pole of masculinity.
Her jagging fingers felt good. Ross felt his prick grow hot, Begin to pulsate under her expert touch. "Squeeze harder!" he gasped, his middle finger working its way into her tight asshole like a living corkscrew. "Go faster, faster!" While his left hand played with her cream-coated pussy, Ross' right hand screwed the woman's rectum. Pressing the butt of his palm against her blood-filled clitoris, Ross sent two fingers soaring into the depths of her leaking vagina. He teased at her bud of sensitivity with the palm of his hand, applying steady pressure, while he fucked her cuntal opening with his fingers. At the same time, he continued his attack on her asshole. The excited brunette began to whimper and swirl her hips, her hand flying as it rubbed back and forth across his lust-bloated cock.
"Oh God!" the brunette gasped, her undulating pussy whirling in appreciative circles, dripping its response onto Ross' fingers. "Christ, that's good!" she cried. Ross made her feel even better by applying firm pressure inside her vagina as well as her rectum. He could feel the thin wall of tissue separating the two openings as he continued his manual invasion. The brunette's knees buckled and she panted. It felt so good to have her cunt and asshole pushed together like this, to be double fucked so deliciously by this good-looking man's fingers!
It felt so good that the fiery brunette cried out. Her dripping cuntal walls swelled, then rippled in orgasm. Ross could feel wave after wave convulse against his probing fingers. Feeling her climax, he increased the woman's carnal pleasure by applying even greater pressure inside her rectum. She whimpered gratefully as his middle finger fucked farther into her asshole, making her cum even more intensely. Once the rippling waves of passion subsided, the panting brunette released Ross' penis and dropped to her knees, gazing up at his big bubbling prickhead in silent adoration. Her dark eyes shining, she licked her lips.
Recognizing the hunger in her face, Ross opened his belt buckle and let his pants drop to the floor. She wants to suck me off, he thought happily, stepping out of his trousers. His stiff penis quivered with anticipation, his prickly sacs growing tight in hot expectancy. And I want her to be able to get at my balls, too, he thought. As he aimed his distended spearhead at the kneeling woman's open mouth, Ross suddenly wished that he were looking at his wife's face, instead. That it was Pam who was kneeling before him, waiting to take his bloated prickhead into her warm receptive mouth.
Ashamed, Ross quickly banished the forbidden thought. My Pam isn't like this cheap two-timing cunt, he reminded himself as the brunette's lips closed deliciously around his hot penis. She'd NEVER suck cock. And she'd never CHEAT on me, either!
* * *
Guilt ridden over his betrayal that afternoon, Stan Tomisek took his wife out for hamburgers and beer when she came home from work. "Hell, yer prob'ly worn out," he said as they drove to a local pub. "No sense yer having' to make supper."
The hippy blonde felt guilty, too. What's wrong with me? she wondered as she bit into her hamburger. Why do I want to cheat on Stan when he's been so sweet these past few days? Taking care of me while I was sick. And taking me out to eat like this. And she hated herself for still lusting for her boss, Gregory Hahn. For hoping, desperately, that the attractive lawyer would finally fuck her tomorrow. Blanche hoped that her husband's indulgence would not prove to be a prelude to a hefty session in bed. The thought made her nervous. She and her husband hadn't had sex together for four days now, and that wasn't like her Stan. The man she married had a voracious sexual appetite and rarely went for more than a day or so without his piece of ass. Even when she had her period, Blanche either had to give her man a blow-job or jag him off. Stan liked his romp in the sack even more than he liked his beer.
Ordinarily, Blanche would be hot for her husband's penis by now, as well, for she enjoyed sex every bit as much as her mate. Despite their four-day abstinence, however, Blanche hoped that Stan would not insist that she spread her legs for him. Not tonight. Not when she was almost certain that tomorrow, she would open her hungry pussy for her boss! How much better it would be for both of them if she came to him with a sense of urgency, with need as well as desire. So the actress which is latent in every female suddenly surfaced. Although the attractive blonde felt perfectly fine, she feigned exhaustion.
"I took things slow like you said, Stan," she told her husband as they sat across the table. She yawned and shook her head. "But I guess I don't have my strength back, yet. Because I really am beat!"
It was easier than she expected. To Blanche's surprise, her dark-haired husband looked genuinely concerned. "Maybe you better turn in early tonight, baby," he suggested, his manner solicitous. "I sure as hell don't want you gettin' sick again." He lifted the pitcher of beer they were sharing to refill his empty mug. Suddenly, a mental image of his wife's boss flashed through the man's mind and the vision annoyed him. "Hell, maybe you should quit that goddamn job," he blurted.
The moment the impulsive words were said, Stan regretted them. What the fuck did I say THAT for? he berated himself silently, guzzling his beer. And all at once, Stan felt confused. He did want his wife to quit working for that S.O.B. but at the same time, he hated to louse up the sweet little set-up he had with the hungry pussy next door. He and Pam Jamison already had plans for tomorrow. As soon as Blanche left for work, Stan was supposed to go over and treat the ginger-haired woman with the enormous tits to another good fuck.
And Pam had promised to give Stan a complete blow-job. In fact, she'd begged to suck his cock again tomorrow. "I love the feel of your gorgeous prick inside my mouth, Stan," she said before they finally parted this afternoon. "Let me suck on it again, Stan. Tomorrow, honey. Tomorrow, I want to suck and suck until you cum in my mouth! Then, I'll swallow every last drop before I lick your beautiful cock dry!" The king-size joint between Stan's legs lurched as he recalled how good the woman next door's mouth had felt when she went down on him this afternoon. How big and firm her luscious tits were and how well she fucked. And he wondered why he suggested that Blanche quit her job. My brains must be in my ass, he thought, wiping the foam off his mouth with the back of his hand.
Stan breathed easier when his wife laughed lightly and quickly assured that quitting her job was unnecessary. "Oh, I'll be all right in a day or two," she insisted. After I've spread my legs for Greg! she added silently. "I'm just not completely over the flu yet. But don't you worry, hon," she added, stabbing her fork into a French fry, "if working for Greg gets to be a drag, I'll quit."
Again, Stan felt mixed emotions. He didn't like the way she called that bastard by his first name. In fact, Stan didn't like the whole set-up. What the hell, Blanche didn't have to work. Stan had always provided well for his wife and he always would. Damn it, I love you, Blanche, Stan suddenly thought as he watched his attractive wife bite into her hamburger. And he was sorry he cheated on her this afternoon. Even sorrier that he was going to do the same thing, tomorrow. Unwilling to accept full responsibility for his betrayal, he blamed Gregory Hahn. It's HIS fault, he tried to tell himself, hating the polished attorney. even more. If Blanche hadn't gone to work for that S.O.B., none of this woulda happened!
Blanche went to bed earlier than usual and pretended to be sound asleep when Stan finally joined her. She kept her eyes closed and held her breath as her husband slid between the sheets. Relief flooded through her when Stan rolled over, ignoring her. Thank God, she thought, her tense body relaxing. Blanche planned to slip out of bed quietly tomorrow morning, too. Before Stan got any ideas. For the attractive blonde wanted to save herself for her boss. Tomorrow, Blanche thought, her pussy throbbing hopefully. Tomorrow, I just know I'll finally feel Greg's prick between my legs.
Stan sighed heavily and Blanche suffered ripples of guilt for what she was planning. But the fantasizing housewife could no more stifle her erotic thoughts of the good-looking attorney than her husband could stop the erotic images flashing through his mind at the same moment.
For, as Stan lay beside his blonde wife, his mouth watered for the luscious firm breasts of the woman next door. He could scarcely wait until tomorrow, either. For his enviable cock was stiff and distended beneath the sheet-longing for the warm sucking mouth of voluptuous Pam Jamison.
* * *
Pam was wearing hip-riders and a pale blue T-shirt that clung to her voluminous breasts when her husband came home from work. Even though Ross had just found sexual release in the arms of a two-timing housewife, his prick sprang to life when he looked at his lovely wife. Christ, she's beautiful, he thought, his gray eyes drawn to her magnificent mounds of flesh. Ross recalled the modest pair of boobs he'd felt and tasted that afternoon. The petite brunette he'd screwed today couldn't compare to his Pam.
If only I could feel Pam's tits the way I felt hers, he thought as he sat down to dinner. He looked at his wife with longing as they sat across the table. She looked especially lovely this evening. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes radiant. Sometimes, I almost wish you weren't so Goddamn decent! Ross suddenly thought. I wish I didn't have to go out and find OTHER women when it's YOU I want! But Ross did not give voice to his thoughts. Instead, he praised the meal, commented on the change of weather, and mentioned the commission he'd made today.
Pam looked so innocent as she conversed with her husband that Ross had no idea what was going through her mind, either. Oh Ross, Pam thought with a sudden rush of tenderness. I love you so much. I cheated on you again today, darling. But I don't love Stan Tomisek any more than I loved the others. Still, they all gave me what I need so desperately. As Pam gazed across the dinner table at her handsome husband, she was filled with longing. If sex without love was good, she reasoned, surely sex with love was even better. If only YOU would make love to me the way Stan did today, she thought as she lifted her fork.
But the voluptuous housewife with the ginger hair knew that the man she adored would never do the wild, uninhibited things she and Stan had done this afternoon. Ross would never suck her tits, eat her cunt, or make her suck his cock. Suck his cock! Pam felt the matted triangle between her legs flutter at the thought of her husband's swollen prick sliding in and out of her open mouth. Of squeezing his balls and tasting his hot sticky cum against her probing tongue. Of swallowing his fiery seminal fluid when he shot his wad inside her waiting oral cavity. Oh Ross, she thought, her heart beating faster as she fantasized about the man she loved. How I ACHE to give you a blow-job. Her pussy gently throbbing, the lovely housewife tried to quell her lustful thoughts. Why torture myself? she thought, resignedly. Much as I love my husband, he just can't satisfy me in bed. So Pam directed her thoughts, instead, to Stan's great phallic length. And her auburn pussy throbbed even harder as she dreamed about tomorrow... when she'd sample the delicious hunk of masculinity again!
* * *
Blanche's car had scarcely left the driveway when Stan Tomisek bolted into the house to take a quick shower. As he stood under the warm spray, soaping his muscular body, his thoughts were next door. Mmmmmmm, it'll be great to get at them big beauties again, he thought, visualizing Pam's luscious tits, as he scrubbed his hairy armpits. His hands moved to his crotch. Stan rubbed the bar of deodorant soap onto the dark mass of hair topping his genitals, then worked the sudsy lather onto his penis. His huge organ was ready for action... stiff and purple and swollen with lust.
"Gotta get you all spruced up for that hungry mouth next door," he muttered, gazing down at his slippery phallic length as he cleansed himself. His soapy fingers moved to the prickly sacs below. "And I'm gonna make her suck you fellas, too," he added, chuckling as he lathered his balls. "Then we're gonna give that fiery little broad a nice warm drink." He tried to picture the way Pam's face would look when he shot his hot sperm into her mouth. Stan liked to watch his wife's face when she swallowed his cum. It excited him all the more to see her cheeks workin' in and out, to see the wanton lust in her eyes as she drank greedily. The thought of watching a different face, a forbidden face, performing the lewd act made his huge cock swell even more.
Pam prepared herself just as carefully for Stan. She stood under the shower until her lovely body tingled, then rubbed a fragrant skin softener over every delectable inch of her naked feminity. She dabbed her most exotic perfume into the eye of her high navel, behind her ears, and into the pulsating hollow of her throat. She applied a few precious drops to each melonous mound of savory breast before smoothing the tantalizing fragrance onto the soft skin of her inner thighs.
Donning a frilly peignoir which did little to hide her nudity, she lowered the bedroom shades before turning back the bedclothes. This time, she thought, her ripe-and-ready body glowing with anticipation, Stan and I will make love on the bed instead of the floor! The front doorbell rang and Pam ran to answer, her heart pounding. In her haste, the lusting housewife failed to pull one shade completely down to the sill. The bedroom window which opened onto the front porch did not have its shade fully lowered. The sheer curtain that billowed from the faint summer breeze wafting through the screen provided a perfect view for a pair of watchful, voyeuring eyes.
Pam hid her near-nudity behind the door as Stan quickly entered. His eyes glittered lasciviously as they devoured the twin hills of firm flesh, topped with jutting pink rosettes, which were clearly visible beneath Pam's sheer peignoir. Stan's hungry prick quivered, leaking impatiently, as his eyes slid down to the tempting auburn triangle between her slender legs. "Mmmmmm," he murmured approvingly, his hands reached greedily. He grabbed her well-rounded buttocks and squeezed good and hard, liking the feel of her firm flesh beneath the soft, sheer fabric. "I have been thinkin' of you ever since yesterday. And my big prick's really hot for yer sweet little pussy!"
Pam mashed her huge tits into his barrel chest as he kneaded her buttocks. "Ummmmmm, feels good," she told him. "And you smell good too, Stan," she added, catching a whiff of his deodorant soap and masculine after-shave. She pulled away to gaze up at him with a seductive smile. "But not here, honey. I want you to fuck me in the bedroom, today." Pam used the explicit four-letter word so often these past few days that it now slid easily from her lips.
Pam let the peignoir slide from her shoulders, her luscious nude body trembling with the heat of desire. The pink points of her pale and swollen breasts were stiff, aching for the suction of a warm mouth. The naked housewife lay down on the bed and rolled over on her back to watch her lover undress. A salacious smile upon her face, she bent her knees and opened her long legs, exposing her need to him. Stan's pupils dilated and his pounding erection grew at the sight of her lewdly-displayed pussy. He could scarcely shed his clothes fast enough as he eyed the glistening quivering membranes beckoning so shamelessly from her gaping auburn cunt.
Pam lifted her pelvis as he came toward. Her glassy eyes were drawn to the immense cock jutting from between his thick thighs and the drum like pounding of her saturated hollow increased in tempo. "Oh hurry!" she begged, licking her lips. Stan's massive prick loomed like some giant mushroom, its swollen tip bloated and scarlet. Pearly droplets formed on the shiny blood-filled head. How Pam hungered for him! The nectar of her passion dripped from the flowering petals of her blossoming pussy, trickling down to stain the bedsheet. Stan watched the warm circle widen beneath her widespread asscheeks, saw a sudden twitch amongst the creamy folds of her parted crevice and felt his mammoth spearhead jerk, its bubbling tip gape even more to let his hot juices spill forth.
"Yer really hot to be fucked, ain't you, baby?" he panted as he straddled her.
"Yesssss," she hissed, her uplifted cunt pounding like a roaring surf.
Stan grabbed one melonous uplifted breast in each hand, mashing the firm flesh cruelly. He squeezed the bright nipples rising between his fingers until they grew blood red, throbbing with an exquisite pain. "Ever fuck with yer tits?" he asked, sliding his stiff rod between her mountainous breasts. He shoved his warm penis back and forth, creating a tunnel by holding her big boobs tightly against his pistoning shaft of masculinity.
Pam moaned in delight, her distended nipples jutting like miniature pricks, as Stan used her savory heaps of flesh as a pseudo-vagina. "Yes, fuck my tits," she gasped, glorying to the feel of his huge dangling testicles slapping against her belly as he lunged forward again and again. "Then fuck my pussy and mouth!" she cried as she lay panting and squirming, the wet circle beneath her oozing cunt growing wetter and wider. Suddenly, the naked spread-legged housewife longed to be fucked everywhere! To feel a hot punishing spearhead ram every possible opening! Whimpering, she reached up to knead the tight prickly sacs above her.
Stan sent his pulsating organ in and out of the make-believe cuntal opening formed by the voluptuous housewife's incredible bosom, feeling his pulsating prickhead increase in breadth and bubble hotly. He'd never fucked between such luscious tits before! Christ it felt good! Her breasts were so full and firm against the side of his steaming prick, the warm tunnel between them so narrow and tight that he had to stop for fear he'd ejaculate prematurely. I don't want to shoot my load between her boobs, he thought, panting. I want to blow my wad way up inside that tight wet little pussy. Then, I'll make her give me one hell of a blow-job! "Open up, baby!" he ordered, spreading her legs so far that Pam felt a streak of pain rip through her straining inner thigh muscles. "Yer cunt is next!"
Pam sighed as she felt his rough hands slide beneath the pale moons of her buttocks to lift her hot pelvis high into the air, providing greater access to her throbbing leaking canal. She trembled, her poised pussy quivering and expectant while Stan took aim. The bulbous knob of his pounding prickhead jabbed uncertainly amongst the slippery folds. Then, the giant head found the right opening of her pulpy niche. With a powerful thrust of his hips, Stan shoved his thick cudgel into her receptive slot. The woman's pulpy tunnel of love sucked eagerly, the moist inner tissues parting in quick surrender to welcome its warm invader.
Pam felt his wonderful vastness crowd her innermost depths until the blood racing through her veins felt like liquid fire. She wrapped her legs around him, her sweating body lifting to meet his every inward thrust. "Oh fuck, fuck!" she cried in wild abandon. His mammoth pole of flesh disappeared inside her with savage force, then withdrew almost to the very tip of its passion-coated rubbery head. Her pussy lips clung wetly on each withdrawal as though pleading for the return of its magnificent conqueror. Then, her vaginal walls separated gleefully, her upraised buttocks enjoying the sharp slap of testicles, as he reentered her with lightning speed.
"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" Stan grunted as he pounded into her, his entire being consumed by the glorious feel of her velvety grasping vagina around his battering dick. Pam whimpered, incoherent cries escaping her throat, as he tore into her again and again. She curled her legs tighter, whirling her torso as if in delirium. The pungent smell of their intermingled passion juices, as well as the wet sound of a grasping cunt and determined prick, filled the air. Drowning in a sea of passion, Pam and her forbidden lover were oblivious to all but the carnal joys of their lustful copulation. Lost in full surrender to their enthusiastic coupling, neither infidel heard the sound of footsteps ascending the front porch.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Blanche Tomiseks' clothes lay in a crumpled heap beside those of her boss, Gregory Hahn. The outer door was locked as the naked pair lay panting, their pulsating bodies intertwined upon the leather sofa inside the attorney's private sanctuary. The good-looking lawyer squatted over his nude secretary, his hair-lined asshole peeking out between his parted buttocks, his bent knees straddling her shoulders. Greg's mouth hung loosely and he breathed hard as Blanche tugged at his distended penis with one hand while she caressed his aching balls with the other. The woman's skillful fingers were doing marvelous things to his inflamed rod. The red-tipped arrow jutting from between his split thighs bobbed and jerked, coating her moving fingers with the warmth and wetness of his arousal.
Blanche's legs were bent and open, the fuzz-covered V between them throbbing joyfully. Her erotic fantasy was reality, at last! "Mmmmmm," she murmured as she pulled the taut foreskin down over the shiny knob of her boss' distended cock, gazing hungrily at the secreting eyelike glans gaping just inches from her face before she sent her tightly-clenched fist down the entire length of the quivering shaft once again. Greg's prick was not as long as her husband's but it was every bit as thick. And it was beet red, deeply-veined, and secreting heavily. The warm stickiness dribbling onto her hand, the delicious feel of his stiff cock pulsating beneath her fingers made the blonde's thighs ache. Her parted coralline crevice pounded with a jungle beat, eager for fulfillment. Her throbbing cunt was flowing with the nectar of need, longing for the feel of probing fingers, a warm spiralling tongue, a pistoning cock. But first, Blanche would oblige the man she'd been lusting for by playing with his beautiful hunk of masculinity. Then, Greg would make her feel good, too!
She manipulated his balls with enthusiasm, alternating between a firm and gentle touch. His twin sacs of masculinity felt warm and tight as she kneaded them vigorously, then released the full testes to trace a teasing path along their coarse and prickly surface. Her fingers moved with a light feathery touch, then, exploring the ridgelike seam down the center of his dangling balls, then moving to caress the sensitive spot between his scrotum and anus. Sighing, Blanche caressed with care, then grasped the tight spheres of flesh to squeeze them again, her fingers searching for the twin marbles within.
"Ahhhhhh," Greg praised, his anus winking and his swollen prick forming a gentle arc as it bobbed and jerked in front of the blonde's face. Her bold fingers sent hot bursts of liquid fire pulsating through his expanded cock and churning balls. The lawyer's loins ached and his testicles swelled, feeling even tighter, as he watched the woman beneath him jag him off. She heightened the speed and pressure of her fingers, making his agitated organ grow to full capacity. Blood pounded painfully against the bulbous tip. The fiery shaft of flesh throbbed hotly, suddenly demanding more than Blanche's fingers. Greg's burning jerking spearhead bubbled its hot juices, longing for the coolness of the secretary's mouth. "Suck it!" he gasped, looking down at her with glazed eyes.
Blanche needed no prompting. Her eyes hooded with lust, her mouth formed an eager oval while her trembling fingers guided her boss' leaking organ into the oasis of her open and receptive oral cavern. With a twist of his hips, the squatting lawyer sent his distended pole of flesh deep into the wetness of her mouth. "Mmmmph, mmmph!" Blanche grunted, stretching her lips wider to accommodate him. Greg's straining thigh muscles flexed and his eyes grew thick-lidded as he savored the delicious pressure of her pursed lips closing over his hot thick rod. He uttered a cry of pleasure as he felt his swollen prick slide wetly into the cool and moist cavity. Her wet tongue pressed against the underside of his burrowing length, making it pound even harder. Then, he felt the first swipe of her oral member swirl around the leaking glans, creating a circle of fire, and he sucked in his breath at the almost unbearable carnal sensation it provided. The magnificent tongue dipped down into the open leaking glans to probe the secret depths of his urethra, driving Greg wild. "Mmmmmmm, that's good, honey!" he gasped. "Deeper! Go deeper!" Blanche cooperated by stretching his leaking canal even wider, then lapping up the milky nectar deep within. Then, she sucked good and hard, her wet lips held firmly in place as they slid up and down his pistoning shaft of flesh.
Greg moaned and pumped his hips in excited and sporadic jerks, shoving his cock in and out of her oral aperture in lustful abandon. While the naked squatting man above her fucked her oral cavity, Blanche's mouth widened to accept every delicious inch of phallic length. She knew that she was bringing him great pleasure. Her cheeks pumped in and out as she pulled on the hot prick sliding in and out of her battered mouth. She lifted her head until her neck muscles ached, straining to devour as much of the delectable warm meat as possible. Blanche thrilled to the knowledge that she was sucking a forbidden cock, a cock her mouth had salivated for in secret. The parted petals of her pounding pussy fluttered, growing dewy with the nectar of her arousal. I'm sucking Greg's cock! she thought triumphantly, moaning with joy as her cheek muscles worked in harmony with her tongue.
She tasted the bitterness of his seminal fluid upon her oral member and sucked even harder, swallowing the sticky secretion with eagerness. She drew her boss' penis all the way into the moist hollow of her throat, releasing the slippery saliva-coated shaft almost completely before devouring it once more. Her hot tongue flicked at agonizing intervals, dipping down into the moisture-filled glans to lap up its syrup, then trace maddening circles around the pulsating gaping tip. Blanche whimpered as she performed her lewd ministrations, moving her uplifted secreting cunt in hungry circles. It was Greg's turn, now, and Blanche concentrated on giving the man for whom she'd been secretly lusting for the carnal sensations his hot prick sought. But she longed for her turn, as well. The down-covered lips of her vulva were bloated with desire. They had separated of their own volition, exposing the pink creaminess within. I'll suck him off, she thought, her pelvis swirling and pussy pounding. Then, after he gets his cookies, Greg will go down on me and make me cum, too.
The thought of her boss' warm tongue slithering across her sensitive tissues, of darting up into the pulpy recess of her quivering vagina, made the blonde secretary moan even more. And she sucked with even greater determination.
Greg wished that he could somehow stop the hands of time, that he could let his fiery cock remain prisoner, savoring the wetness of this suctioning oral cavity forever. He felt his sperm-packed testicles swell painfully, felt the pounding of blood against the bloated tip of his bubbling prickhead and knew that it would soon be over. He was about to explode! With one final convulsive jerk, his tight balls sent their turgid cargo down the wildly-pulsating shaft of his inflamed prick. Sweat dripped from his softening testes down his trembling inner thighs as his ejaculating cock erupted with volcanic fury. Blanche swallowed the first fiery burst thirstily, her throat closing greedily. But as Greg's hips jerked in orgasm, his erupting spearhead slipped from the cool oasis of her mouth. Her grasping lips sought the bobbing prick like a ravenous baby in search of a nourishing breast, but could not recapture the slippery pole of pulsating masculinity.
Greg's gaping prick spewed its hot cum, bobbing and jerking erratically, sending a shower of scalding sperm upon the naked woman held captive between his pinioning thighs. Blanche's eyes rolled back in carnal ecstasy as she felt the fiery liquid splatter onto her face, her neck, her uplifted breasts. Her pounding pelvis swirled in frantic circles, fucking the air, as her upper torso was subjected to a shower of hot semen.
The good-looking lawyer slumped over, panting, until the last waves of passion had washed over his naked body. Blanche waited, her starving cunt pounding relentlessly, while her employer thrilled to the very last ripple of powerful orgasm. Her pussy was secreting so heavily that a milky pool of desire stained the black leather sofa directly beneath her widespread legs. The panting blonde ached for Greg to still the painful beating of her saturated slit, to quench the fire of passion raging through her, consuming every cell of her inflamed body. She could almost feel his tongue swirling inside her dripping love tunnel already.
But Greg did not turn around and lower his head to the soft mound of quivering expectant pussy. With cruel disregard for his secretary's urgent and painful need, the handsome lawyer quickly dismounted, eying his shrivelled penis with a satisfied smirk. "You suck cock even better than you take dictation, honey," he praised. "But the sex-break is over for today." Giving her bare ass a playful slap, he told her to get up. "Be a good girl and get the rest of my letters typed, will you, Blanche?" he asked. The naked woman with the starving cunt stared incredulously as she watched her employer reach for his shorts. Stepping into his underwear, Greg looked over his shoulder, tossing her a careless glance. "Do a good job," he added in an arrogant tone, "and maybe I'll let you have another go at me next week!"
* * *
As Ross Jamison climbed the stairs leading to his front porch, he had no premonition of that which awaited him. The gray-eyed insurance man had just called on a policy-holder who lived a few blocks away. When he realized how close he was to home, Ross decided to head for the house and surprise his wife by taking her out to lunch. J should do this more often, he thought as he mounted the stairs. He liked the way heads turned when Pam was at his side. And taking her out to eat once in a while might help assuage the guilt Ross suffered because of his chronic infidelity.
Even the lowered bedroom shade didn't make him suspicious. Ross merely assumed that his wife had forgotten to raise it. It wasn't until he paused by the door, feeling for his house key, that Ross' attention was drawn to the open window. He turned his head, frowning, at the grunting sounds drifting out. His feet swift and silent, Ross moved to the bedroom window and knelt, peering through the opening between the still and the shade. And he gasped in horror. My God! he thought, his eyes widening at the tangle of naked bodies on the bed. Someone's raping Pam!
"Fuck harder! Deeper!" he heard his wife cry.
And Ross gasped again-this time in shocked disbelief. The jutting asscheeks looming just inches away belonged to his next-door neighbor, Stan Tomisek. And he was fucking the hell out of his wife! Even worse, Pam was enjoying it! Her suntanned legs were curled around the man's waist and her hips swirled in frenzied loops in an effort to claim every possible inch of his swollen pistoning cock. Ross couldn't believe his eyes. Rooted to the spot in fascinated horror, he stared at his wildly-fucking wife, at the way her lovely features were contorted by lust.
His hypnotic gaze took in the pale mounds of breast which jiggled enticingly as Pam thrashed in wild abandon, her eyes hooded, her full lips parted sensually. He eyed the scarlet uplifted nipples topping her luscious tits, rigid and blood-filled, and suddenly Ross felt something other than horror. An undeniable warmth spread through his loins as he watched his wife's heated response and listened to her wanton cries. A small voice within told him that he should take steps to stop this adulterous act rather than kneel by the bedroom window, passively watching his wife let another man screw her. But Ross could not move.
"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" Stan grunted as he shoved his thick cudgel into Pam with relentless thrusts. Ross felt the rapid tightening of his own balls, accompanied by a convulsive lurch of his growing prick, as his voyeuring eyes were drawn to the hairy mass of his wife's uplifted cunt. His tongue slid across his open lips at the creaminess trickling from the flash of pink within the dark mound, the obvious wetness of his wife's curly pubic tendrils. Christ, she's really hot, he thought, his erection growing. Look at the way she's leaking, the way she lifts her soaked pussy up for a deeper fuck!
Stan's hands held the whimpering housewife's meaty buttocks with firm fingers, lifting her pelvis so that he could ram the mouth of her womb on each vigorous reentry. Ross felt the blood pound hotly through his distended penis at the way the copulating pair's straining genitals ground into each other with the wet slap of Stan's sacs spanking Pam's buttocks. He breathed harder, his cock throbbing as he viewed the enormity of the white column of flesh penetrating his wife's hollow. He gasped at the vastness of the bulbous mushroom tip that withdrew almost completely, its knobby head purple with lust and shimmering with their intermingled juices.
"Feel-good-baby?" Stan asked between grunts.
"Yessssss," Pam replied, baring her teeth in a lascivious smile.
"Like the way-I fuck?"
"Yessssss," she gasped, lifting her dripping cunt even higher as she strained to receive him. "Push" she demanded, her legs embracing his sweating body like pretzels of flesh. "Push harder!"
Ross' swollen cock strained against his fly, its mushrooming head bubbling its excitement onto his trousers. Jesus, she's acting like a two-bit whore! Ross thought, his mouth dry and cottony, his prick hammering.
"Oh God!" his wife suddenly screamed, bucking and twisting like an epileptic. "I'm cummming!"
"Aghhh," Stan gurgled, the tan rubbery ring of his hairy anus puckering between his widespread asscheeks as he fucked into her. His huge balls swinging to and fro, they emptied, his pistoning spearhead sending a torrid spray of seminal fluid splattering against her rippling vaginal walls. The infidels climaxed in unison, whimpering and grunting, their sweating jerking bodies working in unholy unison. The stain on Ross' trousers widened as he watched his wife and her lover cum. When at last, they collapsed in a sated heap, Pam's voluminous breasts relaxed into soft ivory mounds, the bright aureoles cresting them spreading into rosy circles.
Stan hadn't even stopped panting when his hairy arm shot out to grab Pam by the hair. Pulling her ginger head down to the wrinkled sticky limpness between his thick thighs, the dark-haired man ordered her to revive him. "Suck good and hard, baby," he demanded in a sandpaper voice. "Bring my dead prick back to life and it'll repay you with a nice warm drink!"
Her eyes glassy, Pam quickly obeyed. The pale moons of her uplifted buttocks spread in her voyeuring husband's direction as she bent over Stan's rubbery fingerlike appendage. Her huge tits bobbed and curtsied, their bright rosettes blooming once again as Pam lifted the wormlike cock she was about to devour. Her mouth opened in wet anticipation. As Ross watched his wife lower her face toward another man's spent penis, his eye caught the pink sphincter of her innocent anus and the tight ring seemed to beckon.
It was when Pam's lips closed around his neighbor's withered organ that Ross regained his senses. No! his mind rebelled as the lurid scene unfolded. She can't suck him off! Ross had dreamed about his wife's mouth sliding up and down the length of his slippery shaft far too many times to allow another man the carnal privilege. Suddenly, the blood roared in his ears as a blinding rage tore through him. With an animal-like cry of protest, Ross raised the bedroom screen with such force that it left its slot. The screen was still clattering on the bedroom floor when he bolted through the open window. In seconds, his fingers were tangled in his wife's hair, yanking her away from the mouthful of phallic flesh she seemed to treasure.
"Bitch!" he shouted, giving Pam a shove that sent her sailing toward the opposite wall. "Two-timing whore!"
Pam slammed into the far wall, hitting the back of her head. Then she slid to the floor, stunned. Dazed, her mind did not fully comprehend what was happening as she watched her enraged husband grab Stan Tomisek by the throat and lift him from the bed. "You fucking bastard!" Ross shouted, smashing his fist into Stan's unsuspecting jaw with a resounding crack. "Screw my wife, will you?" Caught completely off guard, Stan toppled backward, arms flailing, his limp penis flopping ludicrously before he fell. Ross pounced on top of his neighbor, hurling obscenities as he pummeled him about the face.
Stan's nose ,was bleeding before he was able to strike back. He sent a sharp right into Ross' eye, then jabbed his knee into his gut, knocking the wind out of his opponent. While Ross doubled over, Stan scrambled to his feet. He scurried into his trousers, grabbing his shirt and shorts. The man knew that he was as guilty as hell, that he'd been caught in the act and couldn't lie his way out of this one. Still, he wasn't about to let a jealous husband beat the shit out of him. "Sorry, fella," Stan panted, holding his shirt to his bleeding nose as he staggered toward the door. "But I didn't give her nothin' she wasn't askin' for!"
As Stan bolted across the yard toward his house, he did not notice the obese woman who lived directly behind the Jamisons. But the observant gossip noticed him! She stood by her wash basket, her ears fairly tingling from all that she'd heard. An expert at piecing together fragments of her neighbors' lives, the old busybody knew exactly what had just occurred in the Jamison house. She saw the blood-stained shirt pressed against Stan Tomisek's swollen nose and decided, with a knowing leer, that the man was every bit as guilty as he looked. She'd heard the obscenities Ross had shouted and her malicious tongue ached to spread the news.
The slovenly widow dropped the clothespins she'd been holding back into the canvas bag suspended from the line. Abandoning her wet laundry, Myrtle Snyder ambled toward her house, her flaccid asscheeks jiggling loosely beneath her soiled housedress, as she wondered whom she would telephone first. I hope Ross Jamison gives that big-titted slut he's married to exactly what she's got coming to her, the woman thought, her beady eyes glittering with excitement as huffing, she trudged up the stairs.
By the time Ross caught his breath, Pam's head had cleared and she cowered on the bedroom floor where she had fallen after hitting the wall. Naked and trembling, her voluminous boobs rose and fell, their ruby nipples rigid with fright as her heart hammered. For the first time in her life, the voluptuous woman was afraid of the man she married. What will he do to me? she wondered, quaking with fear, as Ross staggered to his feet and came toward her, menacingly. Is he going to beat me up? Kill me?
Ross stood over his naked wife, clenching and unclenching his fists. Even though he was livid, he couldn't keep his eyes off her luscious breasts. Despite his wife's unfaithfulness, his fingers longed to fondle the twin hills of femininity and his mouth hungered for the sweetness of the bright raspberries topping them. "You're no better than a slut!" he accused, his face flushed and his eyes narrow. Ross felt his anger slipping away, replaced by lust, as his eyes slid down across the whiteness of her belly above the contrasting triangle of fuzz cresting her freshly-fucked pussy.
As Pam drew her knees up, flinching, Ross saw the brightness of her exposed coral niche and he felt his prick harden. His pole of masculinity grew rapidly as he eyed the milkiness of his wife's split pussy. For he knew that the sap flowing from her gaping aperture was mingled with the spilled seed of Stan Tomisek. All at once, Ross' balls churned crazily and his distended spearhead pounded furiously. He had to fuck her! Suddenly, the man was consumed with the burning need to fill his wife's cuntal opening with his aching prick, to spill his hot seed where her lover had spilled his. "I thought you were decent!" Ross told her, his voice thick with emotion. "But you're just a cheap whore!" Insulting his wife merely heightened his excitement and he reached out to grab her wrist.
Pam winced as his cruel fingers bruised her flesh.
"If I am," she retorted, a sob catching in her throat, "it's all your fault!" The naked housewife was convinced that her enraged husband was going to hurt her and she wanted to lash out at him, first. "I had to cheat!" she shrieked. "Because you aren't man enough to satisfy me!"
Her sharp stab at his masculinity found its target. A tiny muscle in his cheek began to twitch as he stared at his wife. Accepting her challenge to his virility, he pulled off his clothes. "I'm not, huh?" Ross said in a tight voice as he stripped. "We'll see about that!" In seconds, the gray-eyed man stood stark naked. He hovered over his trembling wife with his erect deeply-veined penis jutting in her face. His thick rod was fully extended, its magenta head bloated and gaping as it bobbed and quivered before her like a snake about to attack its prey. "See this?" he asked, grabbing his cock with a firm grip. He gave his taut foreskin a couple of vigorous jerks, then shoved his big prick in Pam's face. "You think that can't satisfy you? Well, you're in for a surprise, my whore of a wife. Because I'm going to use this to fuck the crap out of you!"
"But first," he said, pulling her to her feet by a handful of ginger hair. "Let's clean you up a little." The naked woman's features twisted by pain, she grimaced as he shoved her into the bathroom. Ross kept one arm pinned behind his wife's back while he reached in the stall to turn on the shower. "Get in, you filthy slut," he ordered, pushing her into the tub. "I'll get rid of your lover's stink if I have to scrub your cheating skin off!" he said as they both stepped under the warm spray.
Ross reached for the bar of soap. His big prick jerked and pulsated as he lathered up his hands. His fingers bruising, he pulled Pam around to face him. "Did Stan feel your tits?" he wanted to know, sliding his soapy hands over the swollen mounds of her taut pale breasts. His big cock deepened in color at the feel of the luscious slippery melons of flesh beneath his rough fingers. He worked his way down to the nubby pink tips. The bright protrusions sprang to life under his touch, jutting out temptingly. He moved the palms of his hands in little circles, titillating the bright nodules until they rose like hot needles. Ross began to breathe hard as his fingers teased his wife's delectable tits. "Did he suck them too?" he demanded. "Like this?" He bent down to draw a bright distended nipple into the warmth of his suctioning mouth. "And this?" he gasped, the shower spray hitting the back of his head as he released one slippery firm tit to suck up the other.
When her husband shoved her into the shower stall, Pam felt only fright. But now, as her husband's soapy hands and sucking mouth sought her twin hills of pleasure, she felt a delicious warmth spread up her parted thighs, her gently-throbbing pussy, and swirl slowly through her belly. Although she was still scared, uncertain as to what form of punishment she was going to be subjected to, she felt the heat of desire, as well. Her lovely mouth parted, her azure eyes glittered, and her enormous tits swelled and quivered as she stood beneath the tingling droplets of water. Ross' mouth sucked voraciously, thrilling her to the very core of her being, and his hands were not gentle as they kneaded her firm mounds of flesh.
Just as she was about to embrace him, Ross released her tits to soap up his hands again. He slid them down across her rib cage, the pale rise of her abdomen, her jutting buttocks, then down into the open V of her pussy. "We'll really have to scrub your cunt!" he gasped, water spraying his face as he bent to rub the bar of soap into the dark mass of pubic hair topping her genitals. "To get Stan's filthy cum off your pussy!" Ross pushed the bar of soap up into the sensitive inner tissues of his wife's pink crevice, making her cry out. "Ohhhhhh," she protested, sucking in her stomach as the bar of soap rammed her unsuspecting delicate niche. Her sensitive slit throbbed as Ross rubbed the bar of soap back and forth inside her parted pussy. The soap slid from his fingers, hitting the bottom of the tub with a thump. Undaunted, Ross slipped his hand between her suntanned legs. Grabbing one asscheek to hold her firmly in place, he used the fingers of his other hand to cleanse her coral niche.
Back and forth, his fingers slid, probing, hurting, and... arousing!
Pam's naked body began to tingle all over as she submitted to her husband's ministrations. A warmth that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water spraying onto her tightened breasts and jutting ruby nipples crept through her lovely body. Her thighs trembled and she split them farther as she felt her husband's fingers slither across her parted genitals, poking and jabbing. She gasped as he suddenly plucked at her swollen bud of sensitivity. Ross had never touched her there before! And it felt wonderful! Her knees buckled and she leaned back, offering her cunt to him. The hot desire that was coursing through her body was stronger than her fear. How she loved the feel of her husband's fingers inside her pussy, at last! The way his other hand was kneading her asscheek with such enthusiasm, and the warmth of his stiff red cock bumping against her legs made the throbbing hollow between her open legs flow freely.
"Oh Ross," she whimpered, her wet hands sliding up his sleek shoulder. "Ohhhhhh, that feels marvelous!"
Ross looked at her, his pupils dilated, his handsome features reflecting the same desire that was mirrored in his wife's face. "Feel good as Stan's fingers?" he asked, flicking her clitoris.
Her pelvis jerked in response. "Better!" she gasped, her long ginger hair plastered to her head as she stood under the warm shower. But she was no longer aware of the water. She was only conscious of Ross' fingers, of the wild sensations tearing through her pounding pussy. Consumed by intense yearning, she ached for more than fingers. Pam hungered for her husband's hot prick. She longed to feel his great shaft of masculinity ram her trickling vaginal walls and bump into her cervix. She wanted Ross to fuck her as she'd never been fucked before!
"Want me to fuck you?" he panted, his relentless fingers probing the slick inner folds of her pounding crevice.
"Yessssss!" she gasped, her thighs quivering.
"As much as you wanted Stan to fuck you?"
"Oh God, yes!" she whimpered, digging her fingernails into his wet shoulders. "More!" she added breathlessly, "Much more!"
Ross' muscular arm reached out to turn off the shower. They stood looking at each other for a few moments, their nude bodies wet and shimmering. Ross' testicles were so swollen that they felt explosive as he eyed the twin hills of pale glossy flesh jutting so magnificently from her tan body. His lust-bloated cock jerked sporadically, its blunt knoblike tip leaving a trail of sticky kisses where it jabbed Pam's luscious nudity. Without a word, he pulled back the shower curtain and pushed her out of the bath tub. Panting, Ross embraced his wife.
Bending her knees with the weight of his body, he lowered her wet and naked perfection onto the soft furry rug. His stiff rod pulsating madly, Ross straddled the woman he loved, his muscular body trickling droplets of water.
Her wet lips parted, Pam looked up at the husband she adored through beaded eyelashes. Her heart pounding, she arched her back and grasped her voluminous breasts with both hands. Her breath coming in hot little gasps, she lifted her huge tits in lewd offering. "Suck me!" she begged, her dark nipples pleading like succulent overripe strawberries.
Moaning, Ross lowered his head and opened his mouth. His salivating mouth consumed her entire aureole, then stretched to suck up as much pale mound of flesh surrounding it as possible. While his oral cavern suctioned, Ross' hands kneaded and caressed the deprived tit. Fiery sparks darted throughout his body as he devoured his wife's savory boobs. He'd dreamed of sucking on her luscious spheres so often. But he never dreamed that capturing them in his mouth would be this rewarding. God, she's beautiful! he thought, moaning. Hers were, by far, the firmest, most palatable breasts he'd ever tasted and he could scarcely get enough of them. Back and forth his bobbing head darted, moving from one ivory mound to the other, until Pam's nipples were so filled with blood that they turned magenta, her nipples so elongated that they'd stretched to twice their usual length.
Pam writhed beneath him, her pale melons even more taut as they responded to her husband's manipulations. "Ohhh Ross," she moaned, her hips moving in slow sensuous circles. She ran her fingers through his hair to pull the glorious suctioning mouth even closer to her bosom. "Mmmmmmm, that feels wunnderfulll!" Her moisture-beaded body had never been so magnificently aroused. The thrilling knowledge that the man she loved was stimulating her tender flesh so superbly made Pam's cunt pound as never before. Ross is sucking my tits! she told herself in near delirium, her azure eyes glazed as she strained to offer him more of her heavily-nippled breast. The nectar of her passion flowed profusely from the palpitating crevice between her outstretched legs, trickling onto the soft furlike rug below. Ross' pulling mouth felt marvelous. It made Pam hunger even more for the warmth of her husband's dripping cock. Every fiber of her being screamed with silent, raging need. "Please darling," she finally gasped, straining her pelvis toward his. "Put it in!" Ross released a saliva-coated nipple to look down at her with thick-lidded eyes. "Put what in?" he panted, dripping his hot eagerness onto her abdomen as his distended shaft pressed into her pale flesh.
"Your-your penis," she replied.
But that wasn't the word Ross wanted to hear. "My what?" he persisted, reaching down to tease her bright bud of femininity.
Pam's hips jerked violently and she gasped with delight, the pounding of her oozing genitals intense and demanding. Her need overpowering, Pam groped for air, then sighed tremulously. With the release of her breath, the naked writhing housewife released the last of her inhibitions with her husband, as well. "Your prick!" she panted, the fuzzy lips of her vulva bloated and parted in readiness as he kept flicking her clitoris. "Fuck me with your prick!"
Ross felt his pulsating cock lurch, its bulbous shiny head bubbling hotly at his wife's wanton plea. Now that the woman he loved was acting like a slut, Ross knew he could make love to her the way he'd always ached to do. Wildly, passionately-completely without restraint. "Then turn around," he ordered huskily. "And get up on your hands and knees. I want your ass so I can fuck you from the rear!"
Whimpering, Pam rolled over and rose on all fours. Her twin globes dangling, they swung to and fro, their pointed crimson rosettes just inches from the rug as she spread her legs and waited. Her pussy was on fire and only her husband's hot juices could quench the raging inferno within her. Her long wet hair trailed down her back and draped sensually over her shoulders as she brazenly offered her cunt and asshole.
Ross licked his lips as the delicate dewy petals of her most intimate parts blossomed before his lustful gaze. He separated her puffy, hair-lined flanges even more, triumph surging through him at the profusion of milky nectar glistening within. He looked at the winking eye of her tight anus with longing before aiming his turgid prickhead at the creamy slit below. As he penetrated her slick opening, Pam's trembling thighs opened further and she thrust her bare behind up and out in quick response.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, wriggling with delight as his burrowing length crowded her innermost depths. Ross shoved his thick cudgel into her vagina, hurling his hips forward so that the front of his muscular thighs hit the backside of Pam's slender legs. His swinging sacs whapped her widespread pussy as he slammed into her again and again. He bumped the mouth of her cervix, making her moan. Still, she lifted her upthrust ass to greet him upon each swift reentry, the walls of her pulpy hollow embracing his pistoning cock with each withdrawal.
Ross grabbed her with sweaty hands, guiding her naked body so that it blended with his. Tremors of passions rippled through her as she felt her ass being swirled around his great phallic length. Ross forced her pelvis around and around, back and forth, up and down. He steered and rotated her flaming hips with such expertise that his battering prick thrilled Pam to unsurpassed heights, butting into parts of her vagina that hadn't been touched before. The carnal sensations were unrivalled. Pam's jaw went slack, her eyes stuporous. She was completely intoxicated by the magnificence of his fucking. Her elbows shook and her chest dropped until the fiery nubs of her nipples rubbed deliciously against the furlike pile of the rug beneath them. As Ross slammed into her with relentless fury, her head bobbed helplessly and her huge spherelike breasts undulated and danced. Never-even in her most erotic fantasies-had Pam ever been so splendidly fucked!
With a wet sucking sound, Ross suddenly vacated her cunt. Her saturated slot twitched in protest, her jutting behind still bucking backwards. "Oh God!" Pam moaned, panting. "Don't stop! Keep fucking!"
Once again, Ross took aim. This time, the blunt tip of his swollen masculinity sought the tight ring of her pink anus. With a soft pop, her unsuspecting asshole stretched to accommodate the broad leaking prickhead, then tightened angrily, puckering in protest as the mammoth penis violated its virgin walls. "Aghhh!" Pam shrieked, trying to pull herself forward, to escape this hot poker that burned so cruelly into her tender rectum. But Ross grabbed her roughly and yanked her back against the front of his split thighs, shoving his distended prick into her without mercy. Pam sobbed as he tore into her raw screaming tunnel of flesh. Tears slid down her cheeks as her tight rectal walls widened in helpless surrender. In seconds which seemed eternal, his lust-thickened cock penetrated the full length of her aching canal. Pam's conquered asshole throbbed as Ross began to fuck, his swinging balls spanking her wet gaping pussy with each forward lunge.
As he raked into her, the throbbing of her tormented asshole began to change. As the alteration took place, her tears dried and her sobbing ceased. Sighing, Pam thrust her widespread moons high in the air, skewering back on the relentless pistoning rod. Her naked body felt hot, tingling from head to toe as the burning pain became pulsating pleasure. Blood pounded against her temples as she felt her husband's merciless shaft spear her again and again. He fucked with gusto, reaching down to finger her milky slit. Her ass bucked as his fingers found her swollen bud of excitement, plucking it so that the tiny protrusion stood out like a fiery distended prick.
"Ohhhhhh, Ross!" she whimpered, swirling her ass demonically. Pam felt as if his punishing rod would split her in two but still, she begged for more. "Harder! Faster!" she panted, straining back against him. Her senses reeling, she felt totally possessed by the man she loved. And she thrilled to the knowledge that not one part of her body remained virginal. Her pussy, her mouth, and her tits had been violated. But this was the ultimate in carnal sensation. And she loved Ross all the more for introducing her to this new and glorious sexual joy-the invasion of her asshole! Her body aflame, consumed by a passion she never knew existed, she relaxed her rectum and gave herself completely. The tight passageway swallowed its masterful plunderer as it widened in full and total surrender.
And then, Ross' deeply-imbedded prick opened up and exploded inside her, filling her quivering asshole with its scalding contents. She felt him buck and jerk against her widespread buttocks and Pam cried out. Her hips rotated in sporadic circles and the walls of her rectum rippled and convulsed under the hot spray of his cum. Ross felt her clitoris flutter wildly under his touch as shrieking, Pam's body humped and twisted in wave after wave of joyful orgasm.
They came together, their spastic bodies moving as one while Pam and Ross shared the most devastating and prolonged climaxes of their lives. The powerful sensations raging through their interlocked bodies were so overwhelming, so incredibly sustaining, that they were almost unbearable. They mewled and grunted and moaned as they soared to mind-blowing orgastic heights. At last, their frantic jerkings stilled and they collapsed on the deep pile of the bathroom rug.
CHAPTER NINE
Stan Tomisek peered out the kitchen window, watching and listening, as Myrtle Snyder spoke. The slovenly woman's eyes shone moist and beady and her pudgy hands moved in animated gestures. The old buttinski had phoned the blonde secretary, warning her to get home immediately. Then she'd waited, cornering Blanche as soon as she'd pulled into the driveway. Now, Stan could hear Myrtle relating everything that had happened next door. That filthy cunt, Stan thought, seething with anger. What the fuck has any of this got to do with HER, anyway? The fat old slob prob'ly wishes I'd screwed HER, instead!
He saw his wife's face flush crimson, her eyes narrow to slits as she looked toward the Jamison house, then spin her blonde head around to glare up at the window where Stan stood watching. And he knew, by the look on Blanche's face, that the old gossip hadn't omitted one sordid detail. He also knew, with a dull ache, that he stood a good chance of losing the woman he loved because he'd submitted to the temptation next door. And Stan realized, belatedly, that Blanche meant everything to him. Without her, life would be empty and meaningless.
"Well, lover boy," Blanche said, stalking into the kitchen. She slammed her purse on the table and glared at her husband with flashing eyes, her hands on her ample hips. "I hear you've been screwing our next-door neighbor behind my back! While I'm out trying to earn a few extra bucks, you're out having a few extra fucks! I hope you're proud of yourself, you two-timing bastard!"
Stan swallowed, his face etched with guilt. "No, I'm not, Blanche," he croaked. "Not proud at all." He came to her, his face pleading as he grasped her shoulders. "Please, baby," he begged. "Try to understand. She threw herself at me, chased after me, caught me at a bad time." Stan spoke in a rush, telling how Pam Jamison had flaunted her charms in a skimpy bikini, making an obvious play for him. Stan quickly added that if Blanche hadn't been ill, if they hadn't gone without sex for the past few days, he never would have submitted to their voluptuous neighbor's bold advances. "She was really hot for me, baby," he told her, caressing her shoulders. "And like a fool, I lost my head. I'm sorry, Blanche, baby. Sorry as hell. Can you forgive me, honey?" he asked, his voice cracking. "It'll never happen again, I swear!"
"You bet it won't!" she retorted. "Because I'm quitting my job. As of right now. Greg will have to find someone else to type his letters. From now on, I'm staying home to keep an eye on you, lover boy!"
Stan felt a flicker of hope. She wasn't going to leave him, after all. Blanche was going to give him a second chance. And he wouldn't blow it! Two-timing cunts like the one next door were a dime a dozen but Blanche was different. She was special and he'd never cheat on her again. "I'll make it up to you, baby," he promised, pulling her close. "You'll see."
Blanche's rigid body slowly relaxed as she felt Stan's hands stroke her back, then slide down to squeeze the cheeks of her wide ass. In her heart, she knew that she could not condemn her husband when she had been secretly lusting for Gregory Hahn. Not after she'd given her boss a blow-job just minutes ago. The blonde could still taste the pungency of his cum inside her mouth. Along with the bitter aftertaste of the man's incredible selfishness and conceit. Blanche's opinion of the good-looking attorney had nose dived now that she realized how self-centered he was. She'd never forget the way he had left her spread-legged and panting on his black leather sofa. Her deprived pussy still ached for fulfillment.
As Stan kneaded her buttocks, the attractive blonde felt the throbbing between her legs grow stronger. And she knew, with swift certainty, that her husband, boor that he was, was twice the man that Greg was. Stan was an expert in the sack, always making damn sure that his wife enjoyed herself every bit as much as he did. He sucked on her tits, licked her cunt, and shoved his fingers up her asshole. He knew how to use his tongue, fingers, and teeth to make her cum again and again. And stupid Greg couldn't even make her cum once! Blanche compared with disgust.
Hot jealousy knifed through her as she thought of the big-busted woman next door. She pictured Stan's mouth pulling on those enormous tits of hers, his skillful fingers stroking her bright bud of sensitivity. Then, she envisioned Pam spreading her long suntanned legs to offer Stan her hungry pussy. She felt as if a knife were twisting inside her as she imagined how thoroughly the brazen bitch next door must have enjoyed the immensity of Stan's king-sized cock crowding her open cunt. Pam's husband must be as big a flop, sexually, as Gregory Hahn! she suddenly decided. And Blanche felt a new appreciation for the man she married. He had a gorgeous prick and he knew what to do with it. From now on, Blanche vowed, I'll concentrate on keeping Stan satisfied. And I'll never compare him to any other man again!
As Stan's fingers slid up under her skirt, Blanche looked up at the man she'd been silently criticizing. She took in his swollen nose and remorseful eyes. So he worked in a factory, drank too much beer, and used poor grammar. She knew, in a rush of emotion, that she loved Stan with all her heart, that he was the only man for her. "Show me how sorry you are," Blanche challenged in a throaty voice, rubbing her palpitating pussy against his prick. She felt a responsive bulge between his legs, saw the familiar gleam in his eyes that she recognized so well.
"C'mon to bed, baby," he replied in his sandpaper voice, reaching up past the crotch of her panties to finger her neglected pussy. "And I'll prove it!"
* * *
Ross had carried his wife into the bedroom where she lay naked and spread-legged in the middle of their bed. Pam's knees were bent and open and she whimpered with joy as her husband's mouth and hands traveled insatiably, seeking every curve and hollow of her perfection. No matter what she had done, Ross adored his wife. What began as an act of punishment had ended in an act of love. Now that he was aware of the volcano seething within her, Ross realized how starved Pam must have been for attention. Because he'd offered her only minimal sex, sating his passions with other women, Ross knew that he, himself, had driven his wife into the arms of another man.
What a fool I was! he thought, savoring her luscious nudity. He nibbled at the swollen hills of uplifted breast, teasing the scarlet peaks cresting the pale mound of flesh. Fingers kneading, lips caressing, he moved down to the dimple of her navel, the soft rise of her belly, and finally, the patch of ginger hair below. His warm tongue darted between the fuzzy lips and Pam gasped, reaching down to pull his face closer to her steaming cunt.
She shuddered as he found the bud of her clitoris and swirled across it with his wet oral member. Ross' voracious mouth explored every ridge and furrow of her quivering leaking love nest, nibbling, sucking, and caressing until he felt a great swelling within her moist furrow. Her legs trembled and she flexed her open thighs, their taut muscles straining. His tongue kept swirling until Pam moaned, then grunted harshly as she bucked and thrashed. With a sharp outcry, she drew him closer to her convulsing hollow. Ross felt spasm after spasm ripple beneath his probing tongue and he tasted the sweetness of her cuntal fluids. He waited until the last flutter ceased before lifting his head to lie down beside her, drawing the woman he cherished into his arms.
"Oh Ross," Pam sighed, her azure eyes shining as she wound her arms around his neck. "I love you so!"
He pulled her closer, his hands now gentle. "I love you too, Pam," he whispered in a voice thick with emotion. "I never knew it could be like this between us. God, it was wonderful!"
"I always wanted you to make love to me like that," she confessed.
"And I always wanted to."
"What took you so long?" she asked, kissing the side of his face.
Ross spoke huskily. "I thought you'd hate me if I did. That you'd think me some kind of pervert and walk out. Like my first wife." His voice strained, he repeated the cruel accusations that Sheila, his ex-wife, had hurled when she'd left Ross for good. That he was an animal, that his desires were warped and no decent woman could enjoy his brand of sex. But the truth was finally clear. After all this time, Ross now realized that his first wife had been frigid.
"Oh darling," Pam whispered, nuzzling his ear. "She was wrong! I've wanted you to make wild passionate love to me from the very beginning. When you love someone, Ross, it's normal and healthy to want them in every possible way."
"Here I was afraid of losing you if I showed my true feelings," he said in an agonized voice. "But because I held back, I almost lost you anyway, didn't I? To Stan Tomisek."
Pam buried her face in her husband's shoulder. "Stan doesn't mean a thing to me," she confessed brokenly. "You're the one I love. I-I only turned to Stan because I was going out of my mind with frustration. And I thought-thought you didn't want me, that you didn't find me desirable."
Nestled in the warmth of his arms, Pam knew there would be no one but Ross from now on. Sex without love had filled a need but only a physical one. Sex with love was unbelievably beautiful, answering emotional longings, as well. Every fiber of her being felt exquisitely alive and aglow. "Can you ever forgive me for cheating on you?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"I cheated too, honey," he finally confessed. Explaining the reasons for his infidelity, Ross assured Pam that the women he sought were merely outlets for the raging passion he'd felt for her. "I guess we were both confused and wrong. If only we'd known!" "But we were afraid," Pam said. "Too afraid to be honest with each other."
"What matters now," Ross said, stroking her hair, "is whether or not we can forgive each other and make a new start."
They drew apart to look deeply into each other's eyes. The pain of mutual infidelity, misunderstanding, and lack of communication was mirrored in the soul-searching gaze. Then, tender words passed between them as they reached out to caress each other. Words of understanding, reassurance, and forgiveness. And finally, words of love.
Once again, their bodies locked in warm embrace. Their sated passions gloriously fulfilled, their consciences clear, Pam and Ross relaxed.
Everything was open between them, at last, Open and honest and good. They'd move away and begin again. Their tragic mistakes behind them, they grew silent. The ambrosial scent of phlox wafted through the open window as the contented couple drifted into a deep and peaceful sleep.
