Carol Wilson was a girl who, on the surface, appeared to have everything going her way.
Married to an ambitious, dedicated young man who was accomplishing great things as a rising young executive and living in a beautiful home, Carol was, additionally, very glamorous with luminous auburn hair and a striking face and figure.
But despite all of the aforementioned, Carol was a restless young woman, and one of the areas in which she felt she could ease at least some of the burning restlessness was by getting out and obtaining a job, a means of relieving some of the loneliness she felt while her husband was busily at work.
Even though Ken Wilson was far from enchanted at the prospect of his wife going out to work, preferring to function as her sole supporter, he finally consented to drop his opposition to the point of allowing her to at least go out and look for a job.
Much to the surprise of both of them, Carol was able to land a top position as a corporate secretary to one of the most important company presidents in the entire city.
Once that Carol launches into her new field of endeavor, she discovers that, even though her achievements were fulfilling, the many frustrations that had been plaguing her previously were enhanced rather than diminished.
One of the areas in which Carol comes to a quick position of jarring discovery is that of sex. She realized that there is so much to life in this intriguing sphere that she knew either nothing or little about.
Carol Wilson was the kind of young woman who was seeking to learn about life in all of its complex phases, and getting out into the competitive job market causes her to evaluate everything in a different light, including her marriage.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The fashionable two story suburban house that Carol Wilson had moved into with her husband Ken only three months earlier always seemed strangely empty when Carol was there alone.
Carol would never be able to forget the way that her expressive brown eyes had dramatically brightened when a realtor had driven the Wilsons to a country manor on the outskirts of the city that he had confidently predicted Carol would be enchanted by.
The moment that she caught her first glimpse of the brown two story structure set picturesquely behind a white picket fence, Carol Wilson had regarded it as her dream house, the very essence of what she had fantasized about for so many hours as a young girl. The voluptuous beauty with the shimmering auburn-colored hair had had two dreams that she wanted realized in her life. First off she wanted to marry a bright, handsome young man with the determination and intelligence to work his way to the top. In her senior year of college she had met tall, dark and handsome Ken Wilson. They were introduced by a girl friend of Carol's at a homecoming party. Ken had graduated from the same university Carol was attending some six years earlier, and in the interim period he had already risen several notches at the insurance company for which he was employed.
After a whirlwind courtship period of three months, Ken and Carol were married. It comforted Carol and made her happy to think that she had been fortunate enough to snare an enterprising young man like Ken, who gave every indication of heading for the top in the competitive world of insurance. For six months they shared a small apartment, living frugally, anticipating the moment when they would be able to jointly achieve Carol's second dream of acquiring a house. What with Ken putting in long days at the office in his steady climb up the ladder of success, Carol at times felt both lonely and bored at home by herself. Not only that, but she possessed a sharp and active mind, and had graduated just recently from college.
During the long and lonely periods of time she spent alone in her apartment Carol began thinking about the idea of obtaining a job of her own. Not only would it put her active mind to work, but it would also enable her to help Ken achieve enough money to acquire a house much sooner than they would otherwise be able to do. One evening when he was sipping a pre-dinner martini Carol suggested the possibility.
"We could get a house so much quicker, dear, and you know how much that means to both of us," Carol looked into her husband's eyes and related, observing the look of surprise that instantly flashed across his face.
"What brought this on?"
"I was just thinking about it. I could probably land a pretty good paying job with my education and all, and I worked during the summer and part of the time I was in college so I've got some experience in office work. I'd like to at least go ahead and see what I could find."
Ken took a long, reflective sip from his martini before finally addressing himself to her suggestion.
"I guess I'm what you'd call an old-fashioned husband," he said in a soft but convincing tone. "I always fashioned myself as the one and only breadwinner. Quite frankly I don't think much of the idea."
"Try and move into the last quarter of the twentieth century, darling," Carol smiled, trying a little friendly persuasion. "Couples all over the country are doing the same thing we are and why shouldn't they. In our case it would bring us closer to our goal, and I have so much free time around here that could be put to productive use."
"I guess I just don't understand a lot of this women's lib stuff," Ken shook his head. "I've always thought that a woman's place was in the home."
"I'm not gonna neglect the home, darling, even if I do find something," she assured him. "How about at least letting me look around and see what I can find."
Ken paused once more before answering.
"If it'll make you feel happy, Carol, I don't suppose that it would hurt for you to at least go out and look."
"You're a dear," she smiled, kissing her husband affectionately on the lips.
A little more than two weeks after Carol embarked on her job-hunting excursion Harry Kingston interviewed her and offered her a job at a starting salary almost as high as that which Ken was making at the insurance company where he worked. The job involved her fulfilling the capacity of personal secretary to the enterprising Kingston, whose previous secretary had quit after becoming pregnant, announcing that thereafter she would be staying home to take care of her child, and would not be returning to the work force. Kingston was the founder and president of Kingston Corporation, one of the largest toy enterprises in the country.
When Carol started to work for Kingston she thought that the loneliness in her life would disappear, particularly when, after a few months on the job, the Wilsons decided to move out of their apartment and locate a home. When the home was found and they moved into it, Carol kept telling herself that her dreams had been realized. She was married to Ken and living in a home of the type she had always dreamed of.
But despite the hours that she spent away from home and at the office, Carol nonetheless found herself inexplicably entering a period of depression. She kept telling herself that she had the beautiful home, a handsome and enterprising young husband, and a good job that paid well. Down deep, however, she recognized only too well that her marriage to Ken was not panning out in the manner that she had hoped it would. She would return home in the evenings after spending the day on the job, only to have to wait lengthy periods of time before her husband would come home. She felt lonely in the same manner that she had when they were living in an apartment, prior to the time that the big move had been made into the beautiful home.
This particular evening Carol was feeling even more morose than usual as Ken was late in coming home. She tried to placate her depression by having two drinks as she restlessly waited for Ken. Finally she drew the drapes and walked into the bedroom. The house always seemed particularly empty and big, if not downright awesome, whenever her man was away. Tonight the evening chill that made its presence dramatically felt seemed to whistle through the entire house like an ominous arctic wind.
A shivering Carol decided to settle under the light blanket, her teeth chattering momentarily as her entire body shivered. She decided to flick on the radio at her bedside, concluding that the sound it would generate would supply at least a semblance of company and, hopefully, at least partially minimize the loneliness she felt.
She turned the volume up as an instrumental arrangement began playing of a song that she had listened to and enjoyed often with Ken in the early pre-marital stages of their romance.
As Carol lay there in the dark she recognized that it was difficult for her to concentrate even on a song that held sentimental significance to her. No, not even the sounds of the music could minimize the lonely despair that she felt as she became more acutely aware than ever of how badly she needed Ken. She was the kind of woman who desperately needed to cling to her man. On the job Carol knew a number of women who did not require the same kind of strong emotional bond that she did. At that tense moment in time she could not help but envy them. Everything would come so much easier for her if she could adopt the same pattern of casualness, but she knew that it was futile for her to even think about her being any different than she was, recognizing that the trait was inextricably a part of her and always would be.
Suddenly Carol raised her knees beneath the covers. The striking auburn-haired beauty allowed her hands to rest lightly on the tiny hummock of her belly. Damned, I'm putting on a pound or two, she suddenly concluded. It must be secretarial spread, she concluded further, recognizing that she had been swimming fewer laps in the backyard swimming pool and playing less tennis at the nearby country club since joining the work force. But her figure still looked damned good, she knew, so good in fact that she was constantly drawing lures of hungry animalish desire from many of the men at work and more than a few jealous stares from the women. Carol made a mental note to add a few extra laps to her backyard pool swims to compensate for the fact that she was swimming fewer days than before. That would do the job of removing the extra pounds before the situation proceeded any further.
Her eyes closed tightly and soon the melodies emanating from the radio next to her began to fade in and out until ultimately she could not hear them at all. Thoughts and images out of the past began to flood her rapidly dizzying mind. An entire montage of sequences from her whirlwind courting period with Ken surfaced, beginning with the first time that she had met him. There he was, his generally dark olive skin several shades darker than usual from a tan, the result of many hours of sailing with friends on the lake. He stood wearing a casual short-sleeved light blue shirt and tan sports slacks.
As she was led by her friend toward him for introductions she observed that shrewd appraising expression in his eyes that she had seen repeated so many times since then. Nothing, however, could ever match the impact of that first meeting when their eyes locked dramatically for several long, seemingly interminable seconds that would always occupy a permanent spot in her memory bank.
Her body began to noticeably tense as she thought about the first time that they had made love. Even though she was almost twenty-one when she had met Ken, was a junior in college, and was one of the most beautiful and popular girls in the entire school, a football cheerleader and homecoming princess, Carol was almost a virgin when her quivering body became torridly entwined with that of Ken's for the first time. There had been one previous serious sexual encounter in her life, which was culminated one late evening by the surrender of her virginity to the captain of the school's varsity basketball team. After that he had tried to get her to have sex with him on a regular basis, upon which she refused. Eventually they broke up, some three months before she met Ken. Since then Ken had been the one and only man in her life.
Suddenly an impulse seized Carol. Her hands, as they had done nearly every night now for several evenings, began their tremorous descent over the tiniest bulge of her quivering, sensation-ridden belly, across the flat firmness of her abdomen.
No, not tonight, she gasped to herself. You crazy girl. Oh no! I know I need it and need it bad, even to get to sleep, but Ken, oh Ken, just why aren't you here? Here at a time when I need you so badly.
A tingly tickling brush of light fleecy pubic hair teased the tips of her fingers like a feather and she felt her pulse quicken until the floodtide of blood rushed to her temples, her body twisting with swirling, devastating need.
Carol's heart began palpitating in a floodtide of scorching desire as she dramatically began to feel her breasts swell as her chest rose and fell with the desperate tempo of her volcanic breathing. Her strawberry-colored nipples became increasingly more taut as they tingled when she touched the filmy fabric of her nightgown, envisioning a naked Ken before her eyes in her fascination. If he was not here in actuality, she thought, then she could construct his presence in her dreams.
Her fingers trembled as they moved lightly through the downy softness of her aroused pubic vee. Already droplets of womanly precipitation were surfacing against the auburn-colored tresses on her pubic nest. She raised her knees abruptly and opened her firm, sensuously rich alabaster thighs widely in anticipation of the moment that was only a fleeting second away. Her middle finger moved into the moist slit of her pink, increasingly sweltering vagina, edging ever closer to the nervous pearl of her quiveringly erect clitoris.
"Oooohhhh, ahhhhh, I can feel it," she gasped, her body writhing in a steadily developing crescendo of passionate infatuation.
Carol's lips parted and a sigh of spontaneous pleasure dramatically arose, rippling from her throat. Carol had found the pulsing tiny bud of her clitoris and her fingertips began to lightly caress it, fondling it like a precious jewel while her body continued to twist and turn in the rising sea of passion of which she was a part.
Her smooth, sleek white thighs extended farther apart as Carol's other hand dipped over the curve of her soft inner leg and her stiffened middle finger wiggled into the fervent heat of her damp, hair-fringed fissure, which burned with frenzied desire.
She let out a loud groan as that same finger, rigid in the manner of what she so badly needed, the seething, hardened cock of Ken, moved into the clasping wet grip of her agitated, moist cunt.
Her fingers began moving with increasing swiftness and the gurgling moans of heated arousal that emanated within her grew louder until they became an incessant humming whimper of mewlish excitement.
"Oooohhhhhh, aaaahhhhh, it feels so good, so good," she whimpered over and over, her flailing hips and firm, ripe white buttocks twisting and gliding to every touch.
Carol's emblazoned fingers kept moving moistly over the passion-engorged node of her clitoris and into the clinging warm depths of her inflamed cuntal valley.
She felt the trim shapely halves of her firm ass cheeks clench and unclench as she ground down against the mattress beneath her squirming body. Her breath came in shallow, gasping lungsful as the long denied passions that ached in her loins welled into a wild crescendo of unabated deafening desire.
Something suddenly began to intrude on Carol's aroused consciousness, a nagging awareness that gradually ate away at her libido, gradually lessening her earlier lusty desires until they were replaced by an overriding curiosity to determine just what was going on. Finally it dawned on her. Somebody was in the house.
"Ken, is that you?" she called out, attempting to impart calm matter-of-factness into her voice despite the fact that her heart was still pulsating at a rapid rate.
In a matter of seconds she heard his resonant masculine voice cut through the downstairs air and travel up to the bedroom.
"Yes, honey, it's me. I'll be right up."
Carol sighed once more and settled back under the covers, the incessant heat of her unquenched passions gnawing away at her insides with the intensity of a prairie fire running wild. She closed her eyes once more and bit into the flesh of her lower lip until she could taste blood. How she needed him tonight, she thought, how she so badly needed his stiff swollen prick.
Carol held her breath and slowly counted to ten. All the while the insides of her supple thighs were rubbing hotly together in a futile effort to quench the raging heat of her desires. She knew when Ken did not come up immediately that he had gone into his study to do some more work. It might be hours before he came up, she thought mournfully, rolling over on her stomach and trying to sleep.
But sleep would not come. Her heated loins overpowered her with unmitigated passion and within minutes the sheets were twisted into knots as the sultry young redhead tossed nervously in the bed.
CHAPTER TWO
Ken Wilson spent the better part of an hour working in the study, after which he began to yawn and rub his rapidly reddening eyes, two unmistakable signs that it was time to finally call it a day and retire to the bedroom.
When Carol finally heard the sound of approaching footsteps up the stairway her heart began pounding with tremulous desire, rising to a higher crescendo than before.
"Evening, dear," he said wearily as he entered, beginning to loosen his tie, then, with an air of impatience, tossing it casually aside, then sitting on the edge of the bed. He delivered a kiss to his wife's lips, but one she would have preferred to contain more passion.
So there they were again, Carol Wilson thought, the sexy, love-starved young wife and her overworked, professionally overwrought husband, ready to turn in for the night. How ironic her life was, she could not help but note, with the scores of attentive males literally panting at her feet during office hours, and then, finally, the customary entrance of her tired husband, whose expression conveyed the sleepy-eyed innocence of an unassuming young boy.
"Don't you ever do anything but work?" she asked him in a tone she had hoped would be inquiring, but instead turned out pathetic.
"I'm trying to stay ahead of the pack and often it isn't easy," he shrugged. "I know it's not the easiest thing in the world to put up with either from your part or mine, but that's the way it goes. Of course, at least you're working now. I guess that wasn't such a bad idea after all, even if I vigorously opposed it at the time."
Carol sat up on the bed, her hands pressing firmly against her sleekly sensuous hips. During the days at the office she turned men on without even trying, in situations where she would have preferred that they not be excited. And now there she was, intently bringing every unsubtle nuance of her feminine wiles to bear in hopes of turning on her own husband, a man who not that many months ago acted as if he just couldn't get enough of her.
Ken could see the sinuous lines of her captivatingly curvaceous figure outlined through the gossamer fabric of her negligee. He looked into her eyes, observing an expression of wanton lust. Even though he was tired he began to feel a sudden resurgence of strength as he experienced titillating sensations in his cock, which was gradually beginning to stiffen.
Immediately Carol detected responsiveness from her husband's expression, and with swift conviction she eagerly threw her arms around him, pulling his body ever so tightly toward hers with surging desire. The rising urgency within her swelling breasts caused her breath to come once more in short, puffy gasps, just as had been the case earlier in the evening when she was awaiting Ken's arrival.
Carol felt the urgency in her small flat belly flare like gasoline had been thrown on the fires.
"I need you," she whispered.
"I know. I can see it. I can feel it in the way that you touch me."
She let her scarlet tongue swoop forward, allowing it to teasingly brush against his right ear. The teasing motion sent sparks gushing instantly through his whole body. When Carol observed Ken's body twitching she felt a tremendous surge of optimism. It had been her intention to resurrect the old fires within him, and now, at least to a partial extent, she was succeeding.
Carol opened her mouth slowly and suggestively, then let her tongue slide with smooth suggestiveness inside it. She watched as her husband's eyes widened. Looking down quickly toward his crotch, Carol observed a noticeable swelling in his light blue slacks. Eventually she pushed her wet crimson tongue forward, and as she did, Ken's body quickly stiffened as he opened his mouth, letting his own piercing tongue push forward.
Their warm, wet, willing tongues suddenly converged in a wild, tempestuous soul kiss that left their heads spinning. Ken felt his cock stiffen some more, despite the overwhelming tiredness that he had felt only a few minutes before, and with it his tongue began to instinctively push and glide as it pierced with restless resolution, stabbing and thrusting as it pressed hungrily against Carol's tongue in a dramatic symphony of soul kissing in which their wetness merged. The sea of volcanic ecstasy extended from kiss to kiss, until eventually virtually every breath was sucked out of both of them as they simultaneously released their tongues from each other's mouths and panted, desperately seeking to catch their breath and move on to more activity.
"Where have you been all my life, you handsome beast?" Carol swooned, her face reddening dramatically under the torrid influence of the just concluded soul kissing.
As she lay there panting, Carol's agitated legs scissored open and closed from the building rapturous heat being rapidly generated between her sizzling thighs and throughout her tempestuous loins.
"I've been living with a mistress, I regret to say," Ken grinned.
"Tell me about her."
"She's very demanding."
"Is she prettier than I am?"
"Nobody's prettier than you are."
"Has she got a better figure than I have?"
"Nobody's got a better figure than you do, silly girl."
"Then what's the appeal?"
"She's intoxicating, this bitch mistress of professional success. And she keeps reminding me that I've got a house to pay on and a beautiful wife who deserves the best."
"Sometimes I wish she'd just leave you alone," Carol suddenly shook her head.
"But what about our carefully constructed plans?"
"Sometimes, like now, I feel like saying 'Fuck them one and all in exchange for some beautiful and tender fucks with my man,' that's how I feel." Ken's eyes widened with surprise.
"I know. Extreme times call for extreme measures."
Carol promptly demonstrated her point by flinging her quick, penetrating tongue forward, allowing it to push its way once more inside of Ken's mouth. Her cannonading tongue pushed and twisted with an even greater measure of urgency than before as it drove resplendently inside of her husband's mouth.
When Carol finally removed her tongue from Ken's mouth, leaving him in a state of bafflement over her unusual aggressiveness, she made another move that startled him even more as her fingers reached down and made a. quick grab for the zipper of Ken's trousers. They trembled with impatience as they tugged against the zipper. Eventually she undid the zipper, after which she reached inside his shorts and grabbed hold of his stiff fleshy muscle, which she began to fondle in her fingers like a lost jewel that had been relocated following a long and harrowing search.
She had seized the opportunity and had done something that theretofore had been absent from her nature, sexual aggressiveness, and Ken became so dumbfounded by the rapid and comprehensive turn of events that his jaw dropped with disbelief.
"What a cock, what a beautiful cock," Carol drooled hungrily, her fingers continuing to briskly massage the bloated hunk of skewering manmeat as she listened to his searing gasps of sensation.
Her fingers closed tightly around the blood-heated length of his mammoth cock and she began to pump it with a rousing recklessness as her husband reached around the curvaceous swell of her hips and grabbed a soft warm handful of her firm, ripe globes of ass flesh.
"Darling, oh, I love it, that's where it's at," she breathed throatily in his ear.
All the while the devoted and tempestuous wife allowed her fingers to stroke the bulging base of his aroused, blue-veined prick as it swelled and stiffened in her determined grip. Carol shivered as she felt every pore of his virile maleness pressed into the hollow of her palm. The blood from his overwhelmed loins pulsed along the secreted veins of his mammoth spear, filling it with throbbing passion-stirred heat until it felt like a red hot poker in her anxious and captivating grip.
Carol kept pumping her fist up and down on the hardening flesh of his rigid erection, feeling especially wicked as she rolled a little to one side while Ken gently rubbed the soft curve of her dazzling warm buttocks as his fingers slipped easily into the hollow between her warm searing thighs. She slid her creamy, well-tapered legs apart shamelessly and a groan of wanton surrender suddenly gurgled from her lips as his fingers electrically brushed against the jewel-like bud of her quiveringly erect clitoris, hidden in the soft fleecy curls of her light brown pubic hair. All the while she felt the acute waves of swirling need gushing through her entire body.
"Oh Ken," she moaned tremorously, her hand pumping him harder and faster now as the rising heat of her passionate lust drove her to the brink of wild ecstasy. There she was, behaving in a wholly uncharacteristic manner, demonstrating wild aggressiveness.
Carol heaved a loud gasp. Her eyes closed and her nostrils distended as she breathed deeply to quell the urge to scream out her passions for the whole damned world to hear, not caring one iota about convention or why she was behaving so differently. The only thing that mattered at that moment in time was getting fucked.
"I need it now, darling, yes, oh, do I ever need it," she heaved, her breath hissing with wild expectancy.
"Baby, but I'm so damned tired. You think I should risk it?"
"Hell yes," she shrieked. "You've got a hard-on and I've never been hornier in my life. Fuck me, oh, Ken, come on and fuck me."
Her eyes opened and began rolling restlessly in their sockets as she rose to her knees and pulled off her negligee. She grabbed the hem and pulled it high over her arms. A shiver of girlish anxiety tickled the crinkly swollen pink tips of her full, ripe, swollen breasts as the air swept over them. Ken's hands closed swiftly over them as she stretched one leg over his slender hips and crouched over him, reaching down between her legs for the upthrust stiffness of his swollen organ.
Carol's hand closed over the bulbous, purplish head of Ken's cock and she deftly wriggled it between the cheeks of her twisting ass until she felt its smooth rubbery hardness pressing urgently into the sizzling liquid heat of her scalding pink womanhood. She lowered herself dramatically an inch or so, experimentally, then sank all the way to the flat firmness of her naked husband's pelvis, looking at him and grinning salaciously as she made her move.
Carol let out a sudden groan as Ken's stiff erection surged in a single upthrust deeply into the lust inferno of her scalding belly. Her skin tingled as spasm after spasm of convulsing passion rippled through the prickly fibers of her aroused flesh like electric current.
Her eyes closed tightly and a thin beaded line of perspiration gleamed on her brow as she brushed her auburn hair aside and began to sensuously glide up and down against the impaling thickness of Ken's overpowering thick prick. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, a moaning whine escaping her lips each time she lifted her ripe buttocks with her thigh muscles and allowed herself to sink again with delicious and delirious lust, wickedly impaled against the surging straight up hardness of his mammoth, thundering erection as it tunneled hugely into the passion-heated depths of her inflamed cunt.
Ken let his fingers lock with lustful dominance against Carol's hips, her fingers pulling hungrily at the fleshy nether cheeks of her ass so that her skewering movements would sink his penis even deeper into her scalding belly.
"Ken baby, oohh, ah, it's so deep in me," she sighed, "push up, darling, I'm losing my strength."
She let out a lascivious prolonged moan, leaning forward until her hands rested on her husband's strong shoulder. He lifted his head and kissed her arousedly on the crinkly pink softness of her ripe nipple. Carol's firm, rounded breast tingled with the touch of his tongue and the naked redhead suddenly began to move her hips and buttocks with frantic swiftness up and down with such surging urgency that Ken could barely breathe beneath her as her crotch ground hotly into his abdomen again and again'.
"You're so big, so dominant," she hissed, "I love it. Oh, keep fucking me, keep fucking me forever."
Ken looked up appraisingly at his wife, his eyes wide and white with surprise as she wantonly humped over him like she had been waiting for this electrified moment for her entire life. Carol's firm breasts jiggled erectly against his face and neck as she leaned far over him, working her buttocks up and down with amazing fervor, grunting and moaning like a banshee as the heat generating within him reached an all time high.
He grunted and clenched his buttocks, but it was too late. A gushing fountain of sperm splashed wildly and effusively into the clasping heat of Carol's moist pussy as she let out a cry of anguished desperation.
"No, not yet, no," she pleaded.
As soon as she finished speaking the words Carol felt the surging stream of sticky hot cum that sloshed already in the burning inferno of her belly. His cock softened to a rubbery knob and slipped, finally, from the reluctant grip of her cuntal lips.
Her breasts rose and fall as Carol eased off of him. She kissed him gently on the cheek, determined that he would not see the tears that welled in her eyes. She was so close to receiving the kind of stimulation that she ultimately needed, a wild, tempestuous, ringing orgasm. It tingled so violently down there in her burning cunt that she could hardly stand it.
Carol wanted to kiss her husband, to caress him in the hope that there might be a chance some more, to bring fresh life back into his now flaccid cock so she could obtain orgasmic relief. But as she looked down at him he had already curled his head atop a soft white pillow and was only seconds removed from deep sleep.
She sat up quickly and began to rub her husband's back in the darkness until his breathing became deep and rhythmic and she knew that he was asleep. Carol slipped out of bed cautiously, making certain not to awaken Ken as she eased her feet into her slippers and then proceeded quietly downstairs for a drink.
The bourbon went down hot against her throat and the soothing effects quickly spread through her belly and into the unquenched glow of her loins. She felt better when she had finished the drink and she knew that she would at last be able to sleep without tossing and turning all night. After all, the rapidly beckoning day would carry weighty work responsibilities for both herself and Ken, the main difference being that her workday came to an end somewhere around five o'clock whereas Ken's never seemed to end.
CHAPTER THREE
It was several days later and Carol was in a terrible mood, so bad, in fact, that she was unable to concentrate at work in the usual manner.
Even though Carol's boss Harry Kingston noticed her rattled frame-of-mind and had to repeat several questions that she would normally have heard the first time, he said nothing about her behavior during the morning and did not bring the touchy subject up until late afternoon, until after he had dismissed his other employees for the day and had asked his beautiful and generally efficient secretary to remain.
As she sat opposite her handsome, gray-haired boss' desk, clad in a cheery bright red pantsuit that did not match her present mood, Kingston appraised her several seconds with his shrewd gray eyes before finally speaking.
"Carol, you're having trouble in your marriage, big trouble," he spoke with brisk assertiveness.
Carol's eyes narrowed and she gulped hard, stunned over the direct manner in which her boss, for the first time since she had gone to work for him, had probed into her personal life. Not only that, but this experienced, perceptive observer of people had hit the nail squarely on the head. Yes, things had been going from bad to worse, she had to silently admit to herself. It was terrible the way that Ken had been driving himself, so much so that there was precious little time for sex and fulfilling her womanly needs and almost no time for anything else either. The evening before she had watched a late movie, then had stripped a few minutes past midnight, waiting as patiently as her craving nude body would allow her for the appearance of her husband, who had arrived home at a few minutes before eleven, then had retired to the study to occupy himself in some more work.
When she had heard his footsteps proceeding up the stairs at a few minutes past twelve her heart began beating thunderously and she could feel the scalding waves of ravenous desire surfacing between her legs in her hungry pink twat, which almost juiced just thinking about the delirious ecstasy she would soon be experiencing. All that would be necessary would be for her husband to see her searingly rich, superbly constructed alabaster form laid out on the bed in all its tumultuous sprawling nudity and he would get the message. She had the kind of body that produced spontaneous erections wherever she went, and her husband, despite the lateness of the hour, just had to get instantly hard when he saw her stretched out on the bed, her legs suggestively extended, revealing her coppery pubic nest and her inviting pink pussy.
The moment he arrived in the room Ken Wilson yawned, threw himself down on the edge of the bed, then kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Hi, beautiful," he said.
"Hello, darling," she replied in a softly seductive tone.
"What a body you've got," he said. "Damned! I might be a fool in about every other respect but I know where it's at when it comes to picking women. I found me a rare beauty all right."
"This rare beauty would like to give you a chance to show her just what you think of her, and in the meantime she'd like to do the same for you," she told him bluntly, smiling demurely.
Ken Wilson reached out with his right hand, letting it rub smoothly several times against the small of her back.
"I'll have to take you up on that one of these nights soon," he nodded, promptly releasing his fingers from her back.
"How about tonight?" she lifted her head in shock and snapped with shrill petulance.
"What are you sore about'" he asked with surprise, stunned by Carol's sudden hostility.
"Just why won't you have sex with me tonight?" she demanded in a voice even more strident than before.
"I'm tired, honey. It's been a long day."
"But I'm hot. So hot I can hardly stand it."
"Try and be a little bit patient, baby," Ken said soothingly, running his fingers softly through her auburn hair.
Carol thought momentarily about making another loud and angry response, but following a moment's reflection decided to say nothing. The situation was too pitiful to aggravate it further by saying anything to her tired husband, who yawned as he began quickly removing his clothes. She let out a sigh of frustration, then curled up beneath the covers, tossing fitfully for most of a seemingly interminable night.
Harry Kingston kept staring into his secretary's eyes, wearing a no nonsense expression that told Carol he would not relent until he received some kind of answer from her to his question. She thought about telling him to mind his own business but decided against it. After all, this was her boss talking, a man who had never meddled in her personal affairs to that point in time, and she did not want to cross him or anger him by replying curtly.
"What makes you say that?" she finally replied.
"You've been troubled the last two weeks, and this week you've been a whole lot more troubled than last," Harry observed. "It's obviously something that means a lot to you, more than likely your marriage. Besides, as a married man who has been tolerating a bum marriage for years, I can sense it."
"Your marriage is bad?"
"That's right, but I can put on a convincing act when I need to," Harry Kingston grinned shrewdly. "You're a healthy young woman and you need your basic urges satisfied. From that forlorn expression on your face I'd be willing to bet that your sex life isn't what it should be."
His observation caused her face to turn chalk white. Carol was shocked into momentary speechlessness as she sat stiffly in her chair, afraid to lash out at her boss for fear that it would only tend to confirm the validity of his statement, but recognizing that she had to make some kind of response.
"When did you get your degree in psychiatry, Harry?" she eventually decided to get off the hook by resorting to humor as she chuckled.
"Don't play it coy, Carol. I'm on to that game. I'm on to any game you could think of trying. You're one of the most desirable women I've ever met. You know you're something plenty special, and it bugs the hell out of you to realize that you aren't getting your share of action from your own husband when you see guys all over, including here, who are just dying to climb in bed with you. I'm right and you know damned well that I'm right so there's no need kidding each other."
Tense beads of sweat began to surface on Carol's forehead as she turned her head away to avoid Harry's steady stare.
"You have a lot of nerve prying like this," she said in a defeated tone. "You've never done anything like this before. Just what brought all this on?"
"I hate to see a beautiful girl go to pieces for nothing," Harry explained. "Hell, if your husband isn't paying the proper amount of attention to you than there's someone around here who will without any questions asked."
She shifted her widening eyes in Harry's direction. He stared at her with overwhelming desire. "Yeah, I'm talking about me."
"I'd better be going," Carol gasped fearfully. Carol made an abrupt movement to jump up from her chair, but before she could do so Harry placed a strong restraining hand on her arm.
"Don't run off on me," he said with the sternness of a schoolmaster.
"Let me go, Harry. I have a lot of respect for you and I don't want to lose it."
"Respect is only a starting point. I'm gonna give you more. Much more. And I'm gonna wipe that distraught look from your face."
Harry continued to hold on tightly to Carol's arm, then jumped up from his desk and rushed quickly to her side. Within seconds his strong, sure arms were encircling her waist, exercising just enough force to show her unmistakably who was in command. He pushed his fiery lips stiffly forward, letting them land with devastating anxiety against her lips with a savage thud.
At first Carol's body stiffened and her head spun in a sea of fear. She would fight this man, she reasoned, that is what she would do. But then, as his lips plunged with seething desire against hers, Carol found herself being suddenly swept into a gale of passion. Even though she did not want to admit it, there was something to what Harry had said about being able to satisfy her in the absence of her husband.
Without even fully realizing it, Carol began kissing back, responding to the hungry lips plunges that Harry sent her way. As he kept pushing his fiery red lips against hers he reached out with his right hand and began spiritedly gliding his fingers with smooth precision through her hair. The dual action only served to intensify the wild anxiety that burst suddenly within her.
When Harry began to recognize that the immediate shock was over for Carol, he decided to confidently push on, propelling his quick, blazing tongue forward until it made its way inside her mouth.
Tongue splashed against tongue as they felt each other's hot, panting breath and tasted each other's saliva. Carol could not control the wild palpitations that suddenly surfaced in her heart, yet another clue to what she was actually feeling, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that the passion was being felt exclusively by Harry.
Harry let his quick, spearing tongue probe and slash inside Carol's mouth with vigorous impunity for several long, electrifying moments, after which he released his tongue from her mouth and let his fingers move with speedy urgency against her pantsuit, which he sought to remove as rapidly as possible.
Now that the kissing had come to a halt Carol's befogged brain began to regain clarity. She comprehended the full magnitude of what was happening to her. Harry Kingston was in the process of removing her clothes and she was being pushed perilously closer to sex with someone other than her husband.
"Stop Harry, stop," she loudly shrieked.
"Get a grip on yourself," a determined Harry panted, continuing to remove her pantsuit. "Stop acting like you don't want it when you know damned well that you not only want it but that you need it."
His persevering fingers kept on tugging and twisting against the material of her pantsuit, and all the while Carol gaspingly sought to free herself from his clutches, even though she would get temporary flashes when she fantasized just what it would be like to be fucked by her own boss. She would then dismiss her erotic thoughts and voice one more desperate plea.
"Stop, oh, please stop," she would beg, but Harry paid her no heed, eventually prying her pantsuit loose from her, then beholding the wondrous glories of the scantily clad, magnificently endowed Carol, who was clad in nothing more than her gossamer thin red lace bikini panties and matching brassiere.
The wealthy corporate president licked his lips with accentuated lust as his eyes examined every creamy curvaceous ounce of her firm flesh. At first he was attracted by the milky white orbs of breast flesh that pressed ever so enticingly against the filmy and barely confining material of Carol's brassiere. After that his eyes dropped down toward her crotch, where he took in the well tapered exquisiteness of her creamy thighs, which were quivering slightly at the moment from the tension that Carol felt over the rapidly developing sequence of events.
"What a body you've got," he said appreciatively. "You've got curves piled atop curves. I expected you to look good but there's just no way that clothes could ever do you justice. You oughta be required by law to parade naked all the time in front of the right man so you could give him the thrill of his life. Oh damned, boy, do I ever appreciate somebody like you."
"Please let me go, Harry, I beg of you," her head dropped suddenly with humiliation over the intimate manner in which Harry was expressing himself in conversation with her. Suddenly salty tears of fear and humiliation began to well up in her eyes, then roll down both sides of the beautiful redhead's face.
"What the hell are you crying about?" he snapped disgustedly. "You're a grown up woman and you oughta act like it. Just look at that body. I've never seen a better one when it came to having just those right elements to make a man wild for sex. You need a sophisticated man like me, baby, and I'm here to serve the purpose."
"This just isn't right, Harry. Not at all."
Harry was not about to be talked out of what he was after, the beautiful body of his gorgeous secretary, a woman he perceived to be lacking in sexual fulfillment, and one that he was vigorously determined to glide over that period of void. He could not help but think that her husband was some kind of fool for not making abundant use of the opportunity he had at his constant disposal to make love to this captivating creature with the breathtakingly beautiful face and the overpoweringly seductive figure.
He walked stealthily toward her, his stiff cock swelling noticeably in his trousers as his body began to tense with rising need.
CHAPTER FOUR
A panting Harry Kingston descended on his beautiful secretary in a flash, throwing his arms around her, then jerking her up out of her chair and to her feet.
Carol let out a helpless shriek, her eyes widening with exasperation as she saw herself being swept away by her suave boss, a man she had previously considered conservative in his conduct. But he was acting anything but conservative at the moment as he squeezed ever so tightly, sucking air out of her as he swiftly shoved his pistoning red tongue forward, allowing it to slice and twist as it blasted its way hungrily into her mouth.
Her body squirmed and twisted as Carol did her best to free herself from her insistent boss' clutches. She could not help but wonder whether he had taken total leave of his senses in view of the reckless manner in which he was pursuing her.
As for Harry, his thoughts were completely different than Carol's. It was his strong conviction that he could eliminate all opposition on her part through thoroughly taking charge of matters. Even though he was jolting her at the moment, he reasoned, it would only be a question of time before she would succumb. He had analyzed that this was the very thing that she needed, a hungry man willing to supply her with all kinds of wildly enthusiastic action, and he regarded it as a challenge to break down the resistance of a timid woman who was obviously in need of some immediate sexual attention.
His tongue briskly uncoiled as he let it begin slicing its way inside of her mouth. It twisted and shoved with devastating delight, grinding against the wet warmth of Carol's tongue. He listened to the desperate panting sounds that periodically emanated from his secretary and recognized what they represented. The trembling Carol, vulnerable in her bikini panties and brassiere, not knowing what was coming next, was thrilled in part by the nature of the dramatic excitement of which she was a part while, at the same time, feeling more than a trace of fear.
After his tongue had ripped and slashed its way into her mouth for several electrifying seconds, Harry Kingston quickly pulled Carol toward a sofa at one far end of the room. He grinned salaciously as he pushed her almost naked body down into the sofa, where she landed with a lurid plop that only served to intensify the rapidly generating heat within Harry that much more. He could feel the tugging waves of anxiety in his cock and balls and recognized how important it was for him to bring this reluctant beauty out all the way. If her husband either couldn't or wouldn't satisfy her in the proper manner, he reasoned, then he would definitely do so.
He threw his body down promptly on the sofa, landing just a few inches away from Carol. His fingers reached out and urgently began to tug against the straps of her brassiere while her body continued to tremble and she heaved loud gasps of fear and uncertainty.
"Please Harry, oh no, let's not do anything that will make us ashamed of ourselves," she begged.
"I wouldn't think of doing anything that would make me ashamed of myself. Hell, I'm proud of what I'm doing right now. I'm giving you something that you definitely need."
His quick, twisting fingers rapidly pried off Carol's bra straps. With one resolute tug of his wrists he removed her brassiere, which he tossed to the ground. Now he had an opportunity to feast his eyes on the ravishing beauty of her firm, jutting alabaster breasts, and the longer that he stared at the creamy mounds of enticing white flesh, the more acutely his fingers itched with driving need to reach out and touch her bloated white orbs of magnificently-proportioned flesh. He reached down with vigorous intensity with his fingers, allowing them to make a swift grab for her ivory-colored boobs, which he began to pull and tug at with unrestrained glee. The faster that his driving fingers wielded against the pliant folds of white flesh, the harder that his steely cock became as it dangled in his trousers.
His fingers moved with tight, twisting urgency against her smooth, firm breast flesh, and after massaging and kneading the skin for several long moments he then released his fingers, shoving his tongue assertively forward and letting it plunge into the shadowy valley that separated her pendulous breasts.
At first Carol's body stiffened with resistance to what was occurring, but when Harry's charging tongue continued to make rapid fire headway between her warm bosoms her body started to instinctively glide back and forth, manipulating from side to side, filling Harry with an increasing surge of need and lust. As his tongue kept driving against her flesh he gained additional confidence in what he was doing with the recognition that the beautiful Carol's resistance was gradually weakening.
He removed his tongue from the area between her breasts, then let it begin to slice and twist against the crinkly surface of her left breast. His tongue danced with rapacious energy as it kept connecting time and again with the warmth of her firm, fleshy breast.
His tongue lanced against her breast flesh as Carol shoved her tit forward, presenting him with an enticing target. Eventually the excited Harry, his heart palpitating with wild desire, began to grind his tongue energetically against her right breast. He drove and twisted his tongue, letting it snake against every crevice of her titillated flesh. Even though Carol was saying nothing at that moment in time, her ardent pursuer realized that she was enjoying what was happening, even if she was overcome by the shocking suddenness of it all.
After soaking her breast flesh with his saliva, Harry finally released his tongue from her breasts. His wild eyes looked down and caught a long glimpse of Carol's crotch as her body continued to twist with a surge of restless anxiety.
He looked down at her skimpy red bikini panties, heaved a sigh, then decided that it was time to finish the job of stripping his beautiful secretary. His fingers made a swooping grab for the waistband of her panties. He clutched sharply at the elastic, then began to pull downward, his heart beating even more rapidly than before at the prospect of finally seeing the auburn-haired secretary completely devoid of garments. Harry thought about how many frustrating months he had spent mentally undressing Carol, as had every other man in the office, but soon there would be nothing left to his imagination.
As he lowered the panties several inches Harry's cock scraped against his shorts with mounting enthusiasm as he envisioned the exciting moment of seeing her nakedly exposed cunt for the first time. He listened to the salacious, alluring sound of the lace panties scraping against her sleek, quivering white thighs, then brought his efforts to a temporary halt when his bulging eyes got their first glimpse of Carol's daringly exposed cunt. He licked his lips with lascivious delight upon observing the colorful coppery-colored tufts of smoothly enticing pubic hair, and then, beneath them, the delicious sight of her pink velvety twat.
"What a gorgeous cunt," he gasped.
Suddenly Carol's body became more noticeably taut than before and she turned her head away, her face reddening with momentary embarrassment. Harry's excited comment reminded her of the fact that he was seeing her most intimate part and suddenly she began thinking of her husband, feeling ashamed that she had somehow managed to let him down.
Harry's eyes quickly surveyed the tufts of red pubic hair and her enticing pink vagina for several moments, following which he briskly pushed on, letting his fingers continue gliding the filmy panties down her legs until, eventually, they were all the way down to her ankles.
With an air of spontaneous ceremony, Harry pulled the panties from her and threw them carelessly aside, staring down at the fetching naked beauty who looked up at him helplessly from the sofa, a look of confusion filling her face.
He threw his body forward, landing on top of the sofa with a thud, then reached down with both hands and let them grab hold solidly of Carol's smoothly tapered thighs. His twisting fingers squeezed and kneaded the flesh for a few seconds, after which he then parted her legs dramatically. He looked down at her nakedly splayed legs, then hurled his fingers assertively forward.
A lewd grin extended across Harry's entire face as he let his fingers wiggle experimentatively inside of Carol's pussy as her whole body tightened again. Harry was not all that surprised by her response. He knew that with a woman as basically inhibited as Carol that a certain amount of resistance and fear could be expected anytime that he pushed into a new phase of his operation. The important thing, he recognized, was that he had gotten her this far, and he knew damned well that he was not about to give up after achieving this much in the way of promising success. No, he silently concluded, this gorgeous young piece of ass would be teased and conditioned step-by-step by him until eventually she begged for it.
His wriggling fingers adventured inside the domain of Carol's pussy for several moments, after which he withdrew them.
"Dry as a bone, baby," he shook his head sadly.
"We're gonna have to do something about that." Carol then began to experience shame in greater measure than ever, even exceeding the moment when Harry had pried loose her panties. Now her boss had boldly worked his fingers inside of her vagina, and was doing it as if they belonged there. Her head dropped with shame, her hands and arms began to tremble, and she burst into tears.
"Don't do anymore," she looked into his eyes with desperation. "Please, Harry, I beg of you. I'm a married woman and I feel so humiliated by what's happening. Humiliated and afraid."
"Well don't be," he scolded her as he would a little girl. "Pull yourself together, damnit. Everything's gonna be okay. If your husband had been giving you what you needed then you wouldn't be in the predicament that you are now. You know you need attention and you need it bad, but you've never had to cope with anything like this before. Just relax and hang loose because everything will be all right." He looked down at her pubic tresses once more. They were the same richly lustrous auburn color as those of the hairs on her head. Her pubic hair fanned outward in a straight line low on her tummy, then funneled down and in to follow the lines of the loins she was exposing to him. There was no curl to her hair here. It was quite straight, and it looked enticingly soft and silky as it clung to the sweet bulge of her crotch.
Just staring at Carol's pubic hair and richly lascivious, glowing pink cunt was enough to drive him into a state of tempestuous delight. Her legs continued to remain spread in a lewdly wide, appetizing fashion as a result of his assertive fingers having parted them. So now he was confronted with the challenge of getting her good and moist.
"What a delicious muff," he grinned. "A gal with your shape and face never needs to worry about a damned thing. Start hanging loose, honey, nice and loose."
Harry's words were spoken in no more than a whisper as he reached down once more with his fingers toward Carol's vagina. A wicked grin emanated from his lips.
"I'm gonna excite you," he promised. "Sure I've got confidence in myself and I have reason to."
"Let's just stop right here," a fearful Carol pleaded one last time. "Just let me get dressed and let's forget about all this."
"Not a chance," he shook his head firmly.
CHAPTER FIVE
As his fingers scraped against the coppery pubic hairs of a stiff, wide-eyed Carol, Harry let his fingers move in a slow, teasing fashion, hoping that his still fearful partner would warm up to what was happening to her.
"Nice soft, fluffy pubic hairs," he chuckled. "Damned but I love to touch them."
After moving his fingers against her curly auburn pubic tresses for several infatuating moments, his heart beating at a thunderous pace, Harry removed his fingers, then pushed forward determinedly with his right index finger against Carol's open vulva. She flinched and her face reddened as she looked up at her boss with loathing. What really made her hate him was that his slow but assertive movements had succeeded in generating heat within her, and that provided her with a new fear. After poking his finger into her vulva, he then allowed the prying fingers of his right hand to enter the budding node of her quiveringly erect clitoris, which caused her firm, snowy white ass cheeks to jerk from side to side.
Harry's eyes narrowed with rising concern as his fingers kept teasingly pushing against his secretary's love button, and eventually he began to feel moisture within her as her body jackknifed against the stimulating pressures of his movements.
"Damned, you're getting wet," he grinned triumphantly. "I knew that you wanted and needed something like this. It feels so good touching you and you love being touched like this. You know that you do."
The faster that he began to glide his fingers against the developing dampness of her aroused clitoris, the wider that she proceeded to slide her nakedly splayed legs apart. Eventually she began to let out gasps, which she tried her utmost to suppress but could not.
"You're coming along real nice, just fine," he bellowed excitedly, stepping up his pace dramatically as he ground his fingers diligently inside her dewy forest of matted pubic hair.
While her legs kept separating ever farther, Harry kept grinding his fingers with ever heightening sensuous grace inside her pussy. At first he had been content to concentrate on her quiveringly erect clitoris, but as time elapsed he began to spread his sharply directed finger fire, gliding them with resolution as they pressed against the torrid pinkness of her sweltering, wet vagina.
"Damned, your pussy's getting all shiny from the dampness," Harry said ecstatically. "Like hell you don't need this. You need it real bad and I'm here to see you get it."
As Harry slid a long, exploratative finger deep inside her copper-colored hairy slit, his secretary was unable to suppress a long, sensuous pant as she ground her glistening white teeth together and rolled her eyes with hungry conviction.
Eventually the suave corporate president removed his finger from the probing inner depths of her flaming mound, smiling as he observed the wetness that clung to it, along with the pungent aroma of her womanly juices. She watched as he slid his tongue swiftly forward, licking every droplet of her pussy nectar from his finger in the manner of a naughty young boy sneaking a taste of frosting from his mother's freshly baked cake.
"You're on fire," he threw his head back and laughed. "I love bringing a woman out, particularly when she needs it. And especially when she's beautiful. Damned but that husband of yours must be a fool to be passing up something like this."
"Let's keep my husband out of this," she replied with a tone heavily laced with guilt.
"Not a bad idea," Harry nodded. "Sorry I mentioned him. Let's just concentrate on our own pleasure."
His fingers went back to briskly concentrating on her smolderingly wet slit. They kept slicing and twisting against the fiery surface as her buttocks began to bounce lewdly against the sofa while her body became inflamed with searing desire. She let out a wild animalish mewl, and by then she had given up on even trying to suppress sounds that revealed the unabated excitement flowing within her. As hard as it was to have to admit, she had to silently conclude that Harry was absolutely right in his perceptions of what she required in the way of impassioned excitement. It was not until she felt the waves of passion gushing through her entire body that she recognized just how badly she needed this kind of release. Since her husband was not providing her with that kind of necessary excitement, as Harry had correctly guessed, then he was more than happy to fill in the void.
His fingers moved with a brisk confidence as Harry propelled his gasping lover ever nearer to the point of a tumultuous, inevitable cuntal explosion. His fingers moved steadily, rhythmically, grinding with impassioned glee. He had dreamed of such intimate contact with this gorgeous red-haired creature for so long, and now he was just beginning to realize his dreams.
Harry kept working up and down the juicy slit of Carol's vulva, rubbing over the hot protuberance of her swollen clitoris, rolling it all around in the midst of the wild itching sensations that flowed from within the steadily panting young woman, whose hips and ass cheeks ground in a concentric circle as she heaved gasp upon gasp in the wake of his steady, tornado-like movements.
"I've got you real close now," he smiled proudly. "Oh yes, the juices are gonna shoot from you."
Several more times Harry's burning fingers slid against Carol's hot, infatuated clitoris as her face reddened and she gritted her teeth. She let out a prolonged sigh as the tempestuous pussy juices began to spurt gushingly from her skewering hole as her warm fleshy ass globes bounced up and down uncontrollably on the sofa.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, I don't believe it," she sighed as the racing juices splashed from her electrified organ and into her lover's hand. She watched as some of the gushing flood-tide splashed to the floor.
"The janitor's gonna have a little extra cleaning to do tonight," Harry laughed. "Baby, did you ever shoot!"
Without saying another word, Harry swiftly dropped down to his knees. With swift precision he shoved his wet red tongue forward, letting it drive toward the same inflamed target that his fingers had excited only a few moments earlier.
Harry dropped his head down between Carol's spread legs. His hands reached out and grabbed sharply for her thighs, which continued to burn with seething anxiety. Carol knew that it would be futile to do anymore protesting when she was so well aware of just how much she desired the kind of action that she was receiving. Apparently he would be putting his tongue to work inside of her. Her body tensed with anticipation as she watched his scarlet tongue draw ever closer to its target.
It pressed surgingly onward, making its first moist, convincing contact against the inviting pink warmth of her wet, thoroughly aroused clitoris. With burning need he pushed his tongue back and forth against the budding node of her searing clitoris, and once more her buttocks started grinding resoundingly against the sofa.
"I feel so wicked but I love it," she gasped. "Oh, I'm burning up, your tongue feels so good, it feels too good, oh, so great, the way that you're pushing it inside of my slit."
His tongue kept splashing with salacious delight against Carol's sizzling clitoris for a few more strokes, and as his tongue kept making sharp contact with her he let his fingers clutch evermore tightly as they moved against her trembling legs.
Carol's breath came in short, puffy gasps as Harry's racing tongue began to vigorously circulate against the warm moist crevices of Carol's twat. His steady tongue ministrations would alternate between her clitoris and cunt, and the faster that his driving tongue pushed the closer that he drew her toward the inevitable moment of orgasmic delight when a tempestuous sea of searing passionate liquids would gush from her pussy.
"Oh, I can't take much more," she hissed. "Your tongue is so wild. It's so good. C'mon, honey, and really let it move. Let it drive inside me, oh, oh, it's so good."
Harry fingers clenched sharply against Carol's thighs as his tongue pushed resplendently onward, driving magnificently as it twisted and snaked against the impassioned depths of Carol's moist, furry patch of dewy cunt hairs. His tongue slashed with salacious precision against Carol's burning slit for a few more strokes, after which she heaved a deep sigh as the stirring juices started to tumble dramatically from her sweltering slit.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, I'm burning up," she gasped as the flaming droplets spilled from her vagina and sprayed into his hungry mouth as he made loud slurping sounds while Carol watched the unfolding action.
After the final few droplets of pussy juice had gushed from Carol's torrid vagina, Harry released his tongue from her moist pubic vee and slid his head out from between her legs. Now that her immediate needs had at least been temporarily satisfied, and now that her churning sensual emotions were not dominating her, Carol reverted back once more to the posture she had adhered to before Harry had overcome her opposition and fears through turning her on. Her body stiffened and her eyes turned away from Harry's smiling gaze. She instinctively pulled away when he placed an affectionate hand on her right shoulder.
"Please don't Harry," she said in a troubled tone.
Harry was experienced enough in all phases of sex, both physical and psychological, to recognize what was happening. He was not thrown in the slightest.
"There's no need to get all worried," he told her reassuringly after removing his hand. "All you did was answer to your basic urges. Remember that and don't let yourself get plagued by all kinds of guilt feelings."
Even though Harry's cock was rock hard, and had been for quite some time, he felt that he had gone far enough with Carol. Even though he wanted to sink his long, stabbing phallus deep inside of her wet womb, he did not want to risk putting Carol through more than what she might be able to psychologically bear at that point in time. To get his rocks off he would stop by the apartment of a girl friend on the way home.
"I've never done anything like this before," a guilt-plagued Carol said, burying her head temporarily in her hands.
"I kinda figured that."
"It's funny. After the fears and shame wore off it felt so good for a little while, but now I feel ashamed again, and more ashamed than ever. Harry, how could you put me through something like this? I've been a good secretary. You've never complained about my work. Why did you have to push us into something like this?"
"Like I said before, honey. I knew you wanted it and needed it. As time passes you're gonna recognize more just how much you did need it. It's harder for you to see things clearly now so close to the events that have taken place, but you will. I guarantee it."
She shook her head slowly and was unable to hold back the emergence of several tears that welled up in her eyes.
"I just feel so naked and confused," she explained. "I mean emotionally naked."
"It'll all wear off in time," Harry Kingston told his secretary confidently. "You're an absolutely beautiful woman and you need to be taken care of physically. I'm the kind of man who can give you anything you could ever need."
As Harry looked once more into Carol's eyes, she gulped hard, then turned her head away.
CHAPTER SIX
Carol Wilson remained immersed in fear and self-doubt as she quietly dressed, then left the office.
That evening Ken arrived home late once more, but this time she was actually happy that he had, since it presented her with a ready-made opportunity for not communicating. She thought about the irony of it all, of how eager she had been to communicate with Ken and how hungrily she desired his body. But that particular evening she felt such tremendous shame and humiliation over what had happened in Harry's office that afternoon that she did not want to talk to her husband or even have to face him if at all possible.
To insure herself of not having to communicate at all she retired to her bedroom at a few minutes past ten, and when Ken finally strolled wearily into the room a few minutes before twelve she shut her eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep, even though her heart was beating at a furious tempo as she thought simultaneously about what had happened that afternoon as well as what she was doing to her husband at that moment, deceiving him by pretending to be asleep when she knew that sleep would only come with great difficulty that evening, if at all. Eventually she did manage to get to sleep, but not until somewhere around three in the morning.
During the course of the next few days Carol remained in a state of acute tension both on the job and at home. She was grateful that her boss did not make anymore overtures toward her, but just being around Harry, someone around whom she had been formerly comfortable, caused her to feel great emotional stress. As for her husband, it was a strain whenever he was around since his mere presence reminded her of the indiscretion that had taken place with Harry.
As the week drew to a close, Carol recognized that one thing could propel her out of her state of fearful uncertainty, some badly-needed sexual release in the arms of Ken. Some vigorous sex with him would release the underlying current of tension and much of the guilt she felt. In addition, it would supply her with meaningful reassurance as to how much Ken meant to her. An aggravating aspect of her behavior in the aftermath of sex with Harry was that, on those occasions when she was not feeling guilty over what had happened, she would recall how overwhelmed with passion she had been with Harry and would relive the excitement of those supercharged minutes and then fantasize about what it would be like to have sex with Harry again.
She thought about Saturday night. That would be her target, fixing a tasty dinner for her husband along with some drinks, and then, hopefully, they could go to bed and enjoy sex. It scared her to be thinking erotically toward Harry and served to remind her of just how badly her marriage was deteriorating in its vital physical aspects.
Her husband left early Saturday morning for the office, explaining that he ought to be home by the middle of the afternoon. Carol got up about an hour after her husband had left for work, fixing herself a quick breakfast, then getting ready to go shopping. For the first time in days Carol was facing the world with a measure of joy in her heart, and as she got into her Plymouth Duster and drove toward the market she began whistling a tune in harmony with the song that was playing on her car radio. She was determined to excite her husband that evening after first making him feel nice and comfortable.
Carol decided to fix lobster tails for dinner that evening, then, almost as an afterthought, concluded that it would also be nice to buy some champagne.
With such nice surprises in the offing she was sure that Ken would be overcome with joy and be eager to jump into bed with her and perform in the wildly erotic manner that he had before and in the early phases following their marriage.
A few minutes after returning home from the market, Carol received a call from Ken at the office.
"I tried to reach you a couple of times during the last hour," Ken informed her. "I guess you were out."
"I was out doing some shopping."
"Oh, I see."
"What's wrong, darling?" she asked, hoping that nothing would occur to cause her well laid plans to go awry.
"You sound like you're expecting me to tell you that the world's about to come to an end," Ken laughed awkwardly. "What's wrong, honey? You sound worried or something."
"No. I was just hoping you don't have bad news or anything."
"I can't put your mind completely at ease," he told her. "I just wanted to tell you that I wouldn't be home as early as I thought. Some things have come up here at the office."
"That's becoming the rule rather than the exception."
"I know, honey, and I'm sorry. I was hoping to spend this afternoon with you but now I can see that that's impossible."
"Well when will you be home then?"
"I should be home around seven."
"I was planning on fixing you a nice dinner, so I hope you won't disappoint me by coming home too late."
"I'll do my best to be home by seven," he reiterated, "and if it looks like I'm gonna be any later than that I'll call again."
"All right, darling."
"Goodbye," he hung up the phone.
That afternoon Carol began to diligently prepare dinner for her husband. She decided to prepare his favorite dessert of chocolate mousse along with the lobster tails and potatoes au gratin that she had already decided to prepare. All the while she kept hoping that her husband would not let her down by coming home late, as was becoming his frequent custom.
At a quarter past five Carol received another call from Ken. Her stomach tensed with fearful anticipation when she detected a tone of apology immediately in his voice.
"I'm sorry, honey, but it's gonna be a little later than he thought," Ken revealed with regret.
"How much later?" she asked with noticeable exasperation.
"It'll be between eight and eight-thirty."
"I hope it won't be any later than that. You see, honey, I've been preparing a nice meal for you. I was intending the whole thing as a surprise but now I might as well tell you everything so you'll know why I considered it so important for you to make it home at a decent hour."
"I see. I'm sorry, honey, but you know how things go. I'm struggling to make it to the top rungs as fast as I can, and as the saying goes, opportunity knocks only once and I have to take advantage of it when it reveals itself."
"Yes, I understand all that, but I would appreciate it if you could make it at least by then."
"Yes, I can definitely make it between eight and eight-thirty," he told her emphatically.
"Don't let me down now, Ken."
"No, darling, I won't let you down."
"Okay. Good. Now you'd better get back to work."
"Right. See you later, dear."
"Goodbye."
Eight o'clock passed, as did eight-thirty, and Carol was beginning to feel very blue and forlorn. Once more her thoughts began to focus on Harry Kingston and what a perceptive man he had been to know just what kind of predicament her marriage was in. Just about the time that she was beginning to feel bitter about being stood up by Ken again, he arrived at a few minutes before nine.
Immediately Carol poured a fresh glass of champagne both for Ken and herself, after which she escorted him into the dining room.
"Wow, all my favorite dishes!" he grinned with boyish enthusiasm when he saw the dinner that she had prepared for the two of them. He reached out, threw his arms vigorously around Carol's waist, then delivered a surging kiss to her lips, which caused Carol to heat up noticeably between her legs. It provided her with a graphic reminder of just how badly she needed satisfaction. "You're my favorite girl. As a matter of fact, you're the greatest girl around. Just one question."
"Go ahead."
"What's the cause for celebration?" he asked grinningly.
"I'm celebrating for the two of us," Carol smiled, "and over how lucky we are to be married to each other."
"You're so sweet. I'm gonna give you another kiss."
"I'm waiting."
Once again Ken's arms quickly encircled his wife's waist. Breathlessly Carol pushed her lips forward, meeting Ken's with churlish desire. Their lips remained firmly locked against each other for several long moments, and when Ken broke their kiss Carol's body was reeling with flaming anxiety. She felt the surging waves of acute need in her seething twat, and knew that she would not be able to rest until they were stilled through satisfying sex with her handsome young husband.
The champagne served to loosen Ken up and make him less tense and job-oriented in conversation, which was just what Carol had hoped would happen. Several times during the meal he lavishly heaped praise upon her cooking abilities. Once that he finished the chocolate mousse he stretched his arms and let out a yawn.
"Oh, what a great meal," he said. "You know, honey, I asked you earlier if you were celebrating something special by preparing a meal like this, Well, I think we've both got reason to celebrate. I'm taking another step forward in my career with the company."
"Wonderful, darling, and just what big news have you been holding back from my ears?"
"Well, it looks like I'm gonna be in line for a promotion, but first I've got some important responsibilities to take care of on behalf of the company."
"Just what will you be doing?"
"I've been selected to go to New York on an important assignment we're involved in with the main office. So that means I'll have to be at my very sharpest."
"When will you be leaving, dear?"
"It's all happening so fast," Ken Wilson laughed. "I'll be taking an eight o'clock plane out of here tomorrow morning. So I'm counting on my beautiful wife to rise early with me and give me a ride. As for now, it's starting to get late and I need all the sleep I can get, what with the jet lag and all I'll be encountering once I get there, and having to be alert on Monday morning. So I suggest we get to bed as soon as possible. That is, after I've helped my charming wife with the dishes, which is the least I can do to show my appreciation for the wonderful meal she prepared for me."
Carol's heart sank suddenly and dramatically after Ken finished his revelations. And so she was once more doomed to suffer frustration when she needed release more than she could ever remember. Her initial reaction would have been to make one last bitter complaint, but she decided that it was best not to complain at all. After all, Ken had his big opportunity to make good and she did not want to do anything to jeopardize it by upsetting him when he was in such a great frame of mind. She only wished that she was in a comparable frame.
"That's all right, dear," she finally said after the initial shock wore off. "You go up and get ready for bed. I can take care of the dishes. You need every bit of sleep you can get. I've got all day tomorrow to get all I want."
"Are you sure? I'm glad to help."
"Thanks, but I'll be able to take care of it just fine."
"Very well then."
Ken took Carol by the arms and squeezed tenaciously as he implanted a good night kiss on her lips. As he let go and began to leave the room Carol silently cursed the fact that he had kissed her at all since it only served to excite her all over again as she felt tugging waves of searing need in her warm but sorely neglected vagina.
The next morning Carol saw her husband off at the airport. When she arrived back home she went back to bed, hoping to get some more sleep, but she was too upset to sleep a wink. Ken had informed her that he would be gone at least a week and that there was a good possibility that he could be away from home for as long as two weeks. Carol wondered just what she would be able to do with herself in the interim. Ken had left at the absolutely worst possible time as far as their relationship was concerned at least in a physical sense, and what was worse, he did not seem to be even remotely aware of this fact.
Carol felt lonely and depressed all day Sunday. When the depression had not lifted by midafternoon she went into the kitchen and began to consume the unusued portions of champagne from the bottle she had bought the day before. Seeking desperately to drown her sorrows and frustrations in champagne, Carol gulped down the remaining contents from the bottle. In addition she skipped dinner and had consumed a light lunch consisting of a small tuna salad she prepared from leftovers in her refrigerator. It wasn't until the middle of the evening, at a time when her head was spinning wildly, that Carol recognized just how drunk she was and that she was expected to work the next day. She concluded that the best way to feel at least sufficiently human the next day was to retire early for the night. In addition, there was really nothing to occupy her mind that evening.
As she removed her blouse and skirt and prepared for bed, Carol decided to flip on her radio to a music station in hopes of at least partially reviving her sagging spirits before turning in. As a soft, rhapsodic romantic tune filled the air of her darkened bedroom, Carol suddenly thought about the romantic moments that she had spent with Ken before they were married. Often they would dance cheek-to-cheek to radio music in the darkness of a room, a situation that never failed to cause her heart to wildly palpitate.
She began to feel those same swirling emotions dominating her body as she impulsively decided to strip off her crisp white bikini panties and matching brassiere. She started with her brassiere, allowing her slightly quivering fingers to undo the straps, following which she tossed her brassiere to the floor and watched her sleek white orbs of bloated alabaster breast flesh pop free. Her heart began to palpitate even more speedily and dramatically than before over freeing herself from the confinement of her brassiere. Carol took several long deep breaths, then made a quick grab for her panties. Her fingers seized the filmy material as she clutched torridly with both hands at the elastic waistband. Her fingers held on tightly, quivering at an ever increasing rate, as she pulled and tugged at them, her legs twisting rhythmically as she listened to the scraping sounds of the material coming into contact with her thighs, then her ankles.
When the now loudly panting Carol eventually pulled her panties from her she reached out with both hands and glided her fingers with steady precision against the firmness of her ripe warm boobs. The faster that they moved against the soothing folds of flesh, the greater the degree of restless anxiety that swelled in her sizzling pink vagina. As her fingers pressed on with a measure of great urgency, grinding and gliding against her firm ivory melons, and the vigorous movements reminded her of those that Ken had brought to bear so many times before.
Carol closed her eyes tightly and envisioned mentally her husband being before her at that moment, totally naked, his face flushed with the redness of sexual exhilaration as he sank his surging fingers deeply against the ripeness of her tits.
"Ken baby, squeeze my tits," she heaved a deep sigh as she lewdly extended her legs, fantasizing that she was showing her husband the captivating jewel between her legs that served as the hallmark of his pleasure. "Honey, I'm all yours. Oh, dominate me, I live to be dominated by you. How I want it. Sweetheart, give it to me, dominate me as only you can."
Her fingers eventually began to squeeze and clutch against the crinkly pink flesh of her taut ripe strawberry-like nipples, and every time that her fingers touched them she would gasp that much louder, enjoying every measure of lewdly wicked delight that transpired from the finger contact as she kept imagining that it was her husband ministering to her seething female needs.
"Your fingers are working like magic," she gulped, enraptured in a state of captivating fantasy as her trim, creamy white thighs danced and swayed on the sheets below her. "Oh, honey, you're gonna fuck me, you're gonna stick your big bad beautiful cock inside my pussy. You're gonna gush hot juice and you're gonna make me gush too. Darling, have you ever got it in you."
She released her fingers suddenly from her nipples, letting her right hand slide down quickly to her fleecy pubic vee, which was already damp from the excitement that had generated within her.
Her fingers made a move for the dampened budding node of her electricity-ridden clitoris. She generated additional heat in her already sensation-laden nest with her brisk finger penetration, causing her to envision Ken lying on top of her, his body damp with sweat, his teeth gritting with wild desire as he prepared to slip his hard, resolute, dagger-like penis inside of the inviting confines of her dewy triangle.
"Fuck me, I want it," she gasped.
As her buttocks bounced resoundingly against the bedsheets, Carol began panting like a steam engine as her lover sank his swollen, blue-veined dagger into her throbbing pussy for the first time as her twisting hips accommodated him in this moment of spontaneous lurid delight.
"Come on, stud, pump it into me," she gasped. "I want it. C'mon, fuck me good."
Their limbs entwined and their bodies ground against each other until they both glistened with a fine mist of perspiration. His surging, precise, hammering penis penetrations were like dipping his bloated prick into a boiling pool of liquid honey. Her long slender legs wrapped around Ken's hips as his charging efforts continued while they simultaneously moved toward a moment of sublime mutual ecstasy when the torrid droplets of splashing fluid would gush from his solid erect cock and her inflamed pussy.
She saw the crooked grin of ultimate, determined conquest on his lips as his skewering member kept rocking her, driving all the way into the inner tightness of her captivated vagina.
Air burst from her lungs and her back dramatically arched as her cuntal grip tightened around his warm rigidity like a warm moist fist. Ken's loins throbbed with reckless, impassioned need and pounded hard against the sensitive upturned flesh of her crotch.
Carol mewled animalishly as her hips rotated from side to side in a rapidly building earthquake of torrid ecstasy. All the while her burning fingers kept steadily gliding against the velvety softness of her slickened cunt. She listened to the slick sounds of her fingers making steady contact with her aroused fleecy muff as she kept envisioning her panting husband spiritedly submerging his lusty, blood-engorged member into the salacious tightness of her torrid vaginal walls.
Eventually the seething floodtide that had been dramatically building in her reached a wild crescendo as the droplets of sizzling orgasmic fluid splashed dramatically from her vagina, rolling down both thighs as her body kicked with great excitement and unmitigated lust.
"Darling, juice inside me," she called out to her husband.
She closed her eyes even tighter than before as she envisioned the impaling thickness of his determined cock as he worked his way ever nearer to the burning moment of wild desire when the droplets of thick white sperm would gush from his stinging tool.
His deep, skewering thrusts brought a gurgling cry of wanton passion from Carol's trembling lips. He barely managed to stay astride her as she squirmed and wiggled like an eel out of water, basking in the wicked delight of the cuntal hammering she was so gratefully receiving from her savagely attacking lover.
A few stabbing, piston-like thrusts later, an avalanche of thick spurting white liquid emptied in bullet-like ripples of sticky semen that flooded her insides and oozed from around the impaling thickness of his sturdy, commanding male member. She fell delightfully into the delicious whirling maelstrom of wanton lust that volcanically spurted from the knobbish tip of his erect rod.
"You unloaded in me, oh, ah, how I love it," she gulped. "Darling, what a fuck, what a great screw. Oh, you're the best, there's nobody else like you."
It was not until Carol removed her fingers from her vagina that the disappointment and despair returned. No, Ken was not at her side, but was instead sound asleep in a hotel room in faraway New York.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carol went to work Monday nursing a hangover. The cloud did not fully lift until the middle of the afternoon. She felt embarrassed over some mistakes that she made during the morning, and was gratified that Harry was understanding.
She remained in a morose state through the first three days of the week, trying to hide her feelings as best she could from her boss and cohorts at work. The only ray of hope in what was an otherwise gloomy existence for her was a Monday night call from her husband, who happily related how well things were going in New York.
On Wednesday Harry, preparing for a series of important business meetings at the end of the week with some business clients from Tokyo, asked her to remain after five to put in some overtime.
"I hope it won't cut into your plans with your husband," he told her.
"No problem at all. He's out of town on business and will be all week. Probably the next week too, or at least part of it."
"Would it be a strain if we worked better than an hour over tonight? It would really help me."
"That would be fine."
"Would you think me a terrible slave driver if you ended up staying for two hours?"
"Not at all. I'm at your service."
"You're a terrific secretary," Harry Kingston smiled. "So full of dedication to your work. Never complaining."
"Thank you," Carol's eyes brightened at the compliment. What with her husband gone and feeling very forlorn, Harry's kind words contained an even more welcome ring than they would have under other circumstances.
Harry and Carol worked diligently for better than two hours. When Kingston wound up dictating the last in a long series of letters he looked at his watch, his eyes quickly widening with surprise.
"I'll be darned," he said. "It's almost seven-thirty. No wonder my stomach has been feeling so hollow. I've got reason to be hungry, particularly since I skipped lunch. Say, I'll bet you're famished too. I'm sorry, Carol, for getting so carried away. I guess it's an occupational hazard with busy executives." Carol laughed.
"No need to apologize," she smiled. "Actually I'm not all that hungry, and I did have lunch."
"Listen, Carol, how about letting me take you to dinner. There's a fantastic Chinese restaurant just a few blocks from here that fixes the best egg foo yong you've ever tasted. How about letting me treat you to dinner. I'd like to reward a hard-working secretary and save her the trouble of having to fix her own dinner when she gets home."
"You know, that sounds pretty good," Carol replied.
"Good. My car's parked in the garage downstairs."
They took an otherwise empty elevator down to the subterranean garage, climbing inside of Harry Kingston's shiny silver Mercedes sedan. As they drove out of the almost empty garage and into the darkness of evening it suddenly began to dawn on Carol just what was happening. In her lonely despair over her husband's absence she had agreed to accompany her boss to dinner. She had to remember that Harry was more than a boss at this point in time. He was the only other man with whom she had been intimate since meeting Ken. She told herself that she was pushing a panic button unnecessarily, recalling the innocent manner in which Harry had invited her to dinner. Maybe it was nothing more than what Harry had said. He sincerely appreciated the overtime that she had put in and he wanted to repay her with a meal. Perhaps she had gotten through to him at the conclusion of their lustful interlude when she had expressed shame over succumbing to temptation and engaging in a disloyal act with someone other than her husband.
Several times during the otherwise enjoyable dinner at the dark, quiet Chinese restaurant, Carol's mind slipped away as she started worrying about her relationship with Ken. She regarded it as particularly pitiful that he seemed unaware of just how badly things had deteriorated as a result of his long hours on the job and the ever diminishing amounts of time that they spent together.
As dinner concluded Harry opened up his fortune cookie, read the fortune inscribed in the tiny slip of paper which he held in his hands, then burst into laughter.
"This fortune is really something," he said.
"What does it say?" Carol asked.
"It says that I'm about to be infatuated by somebody I thought I knew but really didn't."
Carol's heart sank. The smile vanished from Harry's face, being replaced by an expression of sober concern as he kept staring at her, reflecting the compelling need that he felt at that moment.
"You're a lonely girl, Carol," he whispered softly. "You know you are. You need somebody, somebody to lean on and express your desires to. I'm that person, Carol, and I think you know it."
Carol's eyes dropped. She once again felt trapped in a corner in the same manner that she had on that other occasion when he had propositioned her. But this time she was even more lonely than she had been on the other occasion.
"I think it's time for me to be getting home, Harry," she finally said softly. "I'd appreciate it if you'd drive me back to where my car is parked. Other than that I really don't have anything to say."
"Carol, I hate to say it, but you're running away from your emotions just like you did before," he told her bluntly.
"Please, we've had a very lovely evening, I'm grateful for your company, Harry, but I don't want to get drawn into anything. I made a terrible mistake before, brought out, I suppose, by my emotions. I really regret that because I can see that it's left you with a wrong impression about me. I'm not a backstreet girl or a character out of Peyton Place and I want you to recognize that."
"Look Carol, if you were a Peyton Place character I wouldn't be interested in you. No, you're a very high-classed, highly sensitive woman, but that doesn't mean that you require less in the way of sensual fulfillment than anyone else. As a matter of fact, being as sensitive a woman as you are, I think you require more fulfillment than the average woman. But unfortunately you're not getting it. I haven't been getting it from my wife for some time and so I've had to look elsewhere. I felt a little guilty about it for awhile, then finally realized that there was nothing for me to feel guilty about. You need it in the same way that I do and you've got no reason to feel funny about it either."
Harry paused several seconds to let the significance of his statement sink in. Eventually he decided to make a bold move, reaching out with his right hand and letting it slide underneath the table. At first Carol, her eyes beginning to mist with tense sorrow, was unaware of what was happening, but eventually she became only too well aware as she became jolted by the intrusion of Harry's stiff fingers reaching out and making a bold grab for her thigh. She clenched her fists tensely and flinched. "Let go, Harry," she pleaded softly.
"You don't want me to. Your eyes are giving you away. You're tense because you know that you want it and need it."
Carol began breaking out in a tense sweat and her arms and hands started to tremble as her eyes met Harry's. She wanted to blurt out and tell him how wrong he was in his analysis of her feelings, but she found herself unable to, and the longer she thought about it the more evident the reasoning became. He was right, she recognized, even though it was difficult for her to have to acknowledge it. She needed her sensual side fulfilled and her husband was failing to do it, leaving her by herself, where she would sit panting in an isolated corner, removed from the rest of the world.
"You know I'm right," he said in little more than a whisper, even though his tone remained insistent. "What do you want from me, Harry?" she looked up at him with desperation, wiping some tears from her reddened eyes.
"Honey, let's find ourselves a motel room and treat each other to an hour or two of enjoyment. Now what do you say?"
"I'm scared."
"Sure you are, but you won't be once I get you acclimated," he smiled, "and that's exactly what I intend to do."
"I can see why you've achieved so much in life. You're a very persuasive man."
"I guess I've always been something of the born salesman."
Harry motioned to the waiter, quickly paid the bill, then got up confidently from his chair, looking down at his beautiful dinner companion and smiling brightly, mentally undressing her as he envisioned her trim, sleek legs and stunning white alabaster orbs of breast flesh dangling before his excited eyes.
Carol said nothing during the ride in Harry's Mercedes to a small but clean and serviceable motel not far from the center of town. Her whole body began to stiffen as she entered the room with Harry, who calmly began to remove his clothes. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Harry's rapid fingers went to work removing his clothes, starting with his suit, shirt and tie, then eventually moving on down to his white T-shirt and white briefs. He yanked off his shirt with one swift tug, then made a rapid grab for the waistband of his shorts. As he started to restlessly tug at the elastic, he looked over at the beautiful Carol and grinned.
"I'll have these off in no time," he assured her, "and then we'll really get into the fun."
She watched as he slid his shorts down his legs and off of him, after which he tossed them casually aside. Harry pointed with great pride toward his crotch, observing the swollen hugeness of his stiff, mammoth cock, which was ready for instant action. He felt the familiar tingles of unencumbered passion in his smooth rubbery cock and bloated testicles, and knew that his only problem would be containing himself long enough to prevent a premature orgasm.
He reached down with both hands, allowing his fingers to grip solidly against the firm warmth of his rock hard member. His surging fingers pushed and pumped with graceful enthusiasm against his solidly erect prick, and every time he touched it his eyes widened a little more with mounting lust as he stared at Carol sitting silently on the edge of the bed, her face dominated by an expression of fear.
Removing his fingers promptly from his swollen blood-engorged member, Harry moved swiftly toward the bed, throwing himself on top of it, then reaching out with hot trembling hands as he began to quickly undo the buttons of Carol's dress. She said nothing, but her trembling body conveyed the uncertainty that she felt over being in a predicament such as she was at the moment, knowing how badly that she needed sexual release, but hating to do something that she felt might be treacherous and disloyal, engaging in sex with another man in her husband's absence.
"Relax, lie still now," Harry told her as he confidently pulled the dress over her head and off of her, after which he would only have to remove her brassiere and panties.
His blood began to rise and his heart started pounding thunderously at the prospect of immediate sex with this beautiful young woman. He reached out quickly with both hands and let his fingers clutch sharply at Carol's crisp white brassiere. Her gyrating body moved from side to side in nervous reaction as Harry rapidly undid her brassiere straps, then pulled off the brassiere itself, throwing it aside and admiring the flouncing white breasts that popped juttingly free of any and all restraint from confining material.
Harry's driving fingers moved quickly forward, sliding with devastating warmth against the crinkly warmth of her snowy pendulous breasts. The faster that he ground his fingers against the melons of resilient flesh, the harder that his heart continued to pound.
"What a set of jugs," he sighed. "So warm and so firm. Oh damn, do I ever love touching them."
His fingers kept circulating rapidly against her warm boobs as her body tensed a little more than before. He released his fingers from her firm tits, then allowed them to pry against her rapidly hardening pink nipples as Carol's body reacted quickly by jerking in a concentric motion as her warm, firm buttocks ground against the bed. Even though she was tense and nervous, Carol found herself becoming increasingly more aroused with each and every successive finger stroke that he applied.
"Now you're starting to get turned on," Harry grinned eagerly, prying his fingers tightly against her nipples. "You love it, I can see you do, and it's just great."
When he finally removed his fingers from her nipples, Harry made a quick decisive grab for her panties. He tugged viciously at her panties as the acute waves of passionate need reeled through his entire body. As he pulled at them, they began to roll down her hips and down her long bare legs until they cleared her ankles, after which Harry then dropped them on the floor.
With the sides of his strong aggressive hands, the thoroughly aroused Harry pushed Carol's sleek creamy thighs apart and forced his head between them in one incredibly fast motion. His face moved quickly against the sparse curliness of Carol's red pubic fleece. Carol gasped like the air had been kicked from her lungs when his lips pressed eagerly against her vaginal softness in a fervent soul kiss that sent waves of electrifying shock rippling through her naked loins and up into the very tips of her smoldering white breasts.
Harry's lips squirmed passionately into the fleshy heat of her inflamed womanhood and his tongue quickly found the pink throbbing node of her quiveringly erect clitoris. Carol began to wail hysterically as his mouth closed around the sensitive, nerve-filled little bud as she tried to jerk away, but he held her with both hands around her trim waist and her writhings only brought his head up deeper between her widely-splayed thighs as the tremulous waves of acute mutual need continued to grow and grow in a stormy sea of tempestuous desire.
"Oooohhhh, Harry, stop now," she begged. "I just can't let you do it. No, I know it's not right what we're doing."
Her whimpers had no effect, and already her body was beginning to betray her in a highly noticeable manner. Wispy pin-pricks of pleasure jolted her surging inner being as her belly tingled and she felt the heat rising from between her nakedly-splayed thighs like the hot glow of an ever rising flame.
Carol's torrid naked body convulsed spasmodically as Harry's piercing tongue hotly laved the sweet smelling furrow of her cuntal moistness. Dewdrops of her own moisture already lined the ragged lips of her inflamed pink vagina and he could taste their perfume-like pungence with his tongue tip as he worked it between the undulations of her pussy and into the tight sheath of her cunt.
Carol tremored and squirmed as though someone were tickling her with a large fuzzy feather, tormentingly sliding it over her loins, arousing her mercilessly until her body burned hotly with the flames of acute naked lust. Her skin flushed with pinkness and a misty sheen of perspiration glistened on her snowy naked flesh.
She tried to resist him without calling out fearfully. Carol tried to appease her suddenly onrushing guilt feelings with the thought that Harry would eventually calm down after driving his tongue with impassioned ecstasy inside her quivering pink vagina until the steaming juices bolted from it.
Harry's lips now left the moistening flesh of Carol's vagina and she was shamed beyond belief as she heard the salacious slurping sounds that emanated from her own vaginal slit as he pulled away from her. She opened her eyes to discover that he was hotly kissing her in the intimate fleshy warmth between Carol's scalding thighs. Her eyes widened as Carol got another lengthy glimpse of the imposing sight of Harry's steaming blood-engorged manhood as it jutted out from beneath his belly like an extra leg.
"No, please don't go any further," she shrieked fearfully. "This has gone far enough."
"Quiet down, honey," he replied calmly. "We didn't come this far to stop now, when we're both so worked up we can hardly stand it. No, we're gonna go all the way and treat ourselves to the great time that we both so richly deserve."
Even though her cries had been loud enough, Carol could not help recognizing down deep that she really wanted what Harry was so determined to give her, and she realized that Harry had reached a similar conclusion. Her own body had been lying dormant with writhing need for all too long, and now it was crying with quaking desire for fulfillment.
Harry kneeled between her legs on the bed and pushed her creamy white thighs up and back until her knees crushed the soft girlish peaks of her breasts. He could look down now and see all of her alluring naked enticements. There was the moist, lightly-fringed slit of her damp pussy, her quivering, pink lips palpitating with flowing excitement. Tiny beads of moisture lined the small, hair-rimmed furrow and beneath it his alert eyes could see the tightly-puckered ring of her anus. Harry levered over her, resting his weight on his hands, and kissed her arousedly on the lips. Carol resisted for only a moment and suddenly there was no more pretense.
His quick charging tongue surged with blazing electricity between her tiny white teeth and into her mouth as she sucked and pulled on it and threw her arms around his back in an embrace of desperate surrender.
She recognized only too well just how badly she wanted Harry's hard bristling cock inside her. She could hardly believe that she was experiencing such a craving desire with somebody other than her husband Ken, but the quivering needs that shot ravenously through her body left no room for doubt.
Carol did not look up at Harry in her shameful state of arousal, her eyes hardly more than tear-stained slits as his surging lips again crushingly encircled her tender young breast. She felt her red nipples harden as his mouth caressed her naked white flesh. His teeth teasingly began to grate lightly over the crinkly budding hardness of her nipples and she squirmed under him and whimpered with girlish excitement.
Harry moved his pelvis swiftly forward and his loins ground eagerly against the upturned softness of her crotch. His cock squirmed into the pink, hair-fringed slit of her cunt and she whimpered excitedly as the lust-bloated head of his steaming erection rubbed over the budding hardness of her sensitive clitoris.
Carol bit into the flesh of her lower lip to stifle the cry of shame and bewilderment that filled her anguished soul. She began to feel the same unique, indefinable combination of fear and lust that she had known when she had surrendered her virginity. Even though she was not a virgin at that moment she was experiencing some of the same strange feelings that she had known on that other occasion. Her mind staggered under the intensity of her feelings, the unaccustomed sensations that were bombarding her sensibilities with a million volts of thrilling wild electricity.
His words seemed to come to her ears from afar, words that formed strangely from unintelligible sounds until she finally understood his crude command.
"I'm gonna shove it in there," he growled. "You want it so bad you can taste it, honey, and I'm just the kind of man who can dominate you, really dominate you."
He shoved his cock forward, letting it slide along the smoothness of her tingling belly, across the sparse fleecy softness of her pink pubic vee, and her body began to tremble once more as the lust swollen tip of his firm rubbery cock throbbed and pulsed in its mammoth, blue-veined intensity. Sweat began to roll down both sides of her face as she looked up at her ardent pursuer, who was taking things with deliberate caution preparatory to the wild uprising that would take place in the immediate future.
He pushed his hugely erect cock up between the rubbery flange-like ridges of her pussy until he felt a tight moist opening. Harry could feel her pussylips flowering hotly around his cock in a last gesture of lewd invitation as he pushed resolutely into her with the determined intensity of a racing locomotive while his hot, hissing breath came in a series of short staccato gasps.
"Damned but you're tight," Harry grunted.
His stiff, determined cock slithered heatedly into the incredibly tight velvety sheath of her pussy, Already she was dripping wetly as her juices lubricated his merciless penetration so that he was able to enter her with a single sweeping, vicious thrust. Carol tensed beneath him like an electric wire had been shoved against her loins. A weird gurgling noise gasped from her throat as he pushed the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his mammoth cock far up into her quaking belly with a single skewering thrust.
There was a certain amount of painful resistance brought to bear on the beautiful redhead's part as he entered her, but it burst through it almost without hesitation as his commanding, determined cock sallied forward, cannonading restlessly and relentlessly toward its intended target. Her resistance was defeated through the penetration of a single deep-thrusting impalement of his huge blood-engorged savage member between her twisting, upturned thighs, that kept spasming in a corkscrew fashion as he poured his stinging prick into her.
Carol was gasping for air and she needed to cry out. Her eyes were bulging in their sockets from the excruciating pain of his ravishing entry.
"You're hurting me with that hard spear," she gasped. "Oh, are you ever hurting me."
But nothing was going to thwart Harry in his efforts, not after he had come this far. He knew to the very marrow of his bones just how much the beautiful redhead needed a solid, dominating cock, and he was just the man to fulfill those quivering needs.
His stiff hard prick slashed between her twisting legs and Harry was determined to fuck Carol silly. He would not draw his actions to a halt until his steaming cum sloshed hotly in her teasing belly.
His thrusts were hurtfully deep and vicious, and with every stinging backward movement of his desire-stiffened erection. He pulled his skewering cock almost entirely out of her cuntal sheath, stretching the fleshy lips of her moist pink womanhood and leaving just the thick purplish knob-like tip of his penis inside her cuntal slit.
With a sudden grunt of renewed energy, Harry pushed with incredible strength forward, skewering wetly into the tight-gripping depths of her vagina, pushing the delicate pink flesh aside in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with a wet smack against the frail softness of her nakedly upturned crotch.
Harry's balls slapped into the smooth hairless crevice of her nether cheeks with a resounding noise that made her shameful humiliation only more intense. Great salty tears obliterated her vision and she appeared to him only as an amorphous shape above her, grunting and moaning with unrelenting passion.
The acute waves of pain she received from Harry's cruel, one thrust devouring was gone. Suddenly she began to feel a different kind of pain, one derived from the knowledge that her love juices were flowing hotly and that he had turned her into a sex hungry loving machine, a receptacle for his spent lust. She recognized only too well that she was beginning to love what was happening to her. Every single deep plowing thrust of Harry's huge dominating prick up between her rapidly trembling thighs brought her that much closer to the moment that she now knew was inevitable, the wildly screaming pinnacle of her womanhood when the juices would gush wildly from her pussy in the same manner that her womanly nectar had flowed twice on the previous occasion in which she had had sex with Harry.
Carol's knees were nearly doubled back and her breasts were crushed beneath her legs. Tiny wisplike emanations of pleasure surged from the roughly smashed little buds of her nipples as the hardness of her upper legs lasciviously rubbed them into full erection. She could feel them throb with expectant desire as her legs moved over them in rhythm with his deep-thrusting strokes.
A mindless chant began to pour from Carol's trembling lips like a warm gurgling liquid. His delicious, spirited thrusts had transformed her from a normal, healthy wife into a shuddering, moaning sex slave, eager to do his wanton bidding, whatever the demand or price.
Carol's head tossed from side to side and her hair flailed about her face in a thousand different directions simultaneously, tossing about in a golden halo of luxuriant locks.
The cords in her neck stood out prominently as she gasped and choked from his deep skewering thrusts. Carol rose higher and higher with every impaling lunge of his cock, both physically and emotionally, her passion swelling to a shuddering, screaming climax.
Above Carol's lithe young nakedness, she could hear him bleating in her ear like a lovesick bull, his breath now coming in short, frantic, gasping breaths. His maddened rhythm began to slow down and his frenzied, lustful jabs became a slow sensuous tempo of thick blood-engorged cock thrusts that speared into the fiery inner depths of her quaking incited belly.
Her cuntal gripped tightened around the rigidity of his onrushing cock like a warm moist fist and the two of them worked together as one, their limbs entwined and their bodies grinding against each other until they both glistened with a fine mist of perspiration.
Carol could taste the peculiarly salty pungence of her own blood as she bit hurtfully into her lower lip in an increasingly difficult effort to keep from screaming and perhaps bringing somebody into the room. But she did not want that. All she needed was a scandal on top of the problems that already beset her. Besides, down deep there were those fiery feelings within her that told her she actually wanted him.
Her arms were locked with desperation behind Harry's back and her long slender legs wrapped around his hips as she fought to pull him even deeper up between her thighs, into the swirling heat of her tempestuous loins.
She opened her eyes and saw the crooked grin of ultimate conquest on his lips and she knew she was utterly and completely his. She had become his love slave.
His rhythmic undulating thrusts were driving her insane and she wanted nothing more than the hard, pounding tempo with which he had begun. She need it fast and hard, every inch of his solid manhood, which was volcanically rocking her to her very roots.
"You love it, you know you do," he heaved a loud gasp.
"Please don't stop," she sighed. "Fuck me. C'mon, darling, keep your fantastic cock grinding inside me.
Harry grinned widely and confidently.
"That's just what I wanted to hear," he told her.
There was no doubt left in Harry's mind that Carol was totally defeated. Perhaps she had provided some early opposition, and had demonstrated great guilt, but, just as he had anticipated, those emotions and feelings were only short term in duration.
He thrust into her again with a long, rapid lunge that seemed certain to burst out her throat. She was impaled helplessly, completely wrapped around his deep thrusting member until she felt as if she was nothing but an extension of his loins.
Carol's nails ripped into his back as he fucked her, and she left reddened welts across her flesh as she gurgled hysterically, her whole body quivering and throbbing with enraptured desires.
Suddenly she let out an animalish mewl as her womb flowered around his deeply probing cock and the gush of her love juices bathed his erection and flowed hotly from the ragged pink lips of her pussy. She was almost there, standing on the verge of a rollicking orgasm.
Carol tensed convulsively and the air burst dramatically from her lungs. Her back arched incredibly and lifted them both off the bed as the springs loudly jangled and her toes curled tightly against the soles of her bare feet.
Even with the inhuman effort she was exerting, a scream still burst from her parched throat as her body writhed and squirmed. She kicked high in the air above him and her fists pounded on his back.
"I'm juicing, oh, ah, yes, I'm gushing, juicing, oh, ah, oooooohhhhh," she sighed with prolonged naked desire.
He barely managed to stay astride the panting secretary as she squirmed and wriggled under him. His deep, skewering thrusts did not stop, and instead gained in seething intensity as he pushed ever nearer the dramatic moment when the thick white droplets of splashing cream would descend from the end of his scorching, blood-engorged tool.
A criss-crossed web of bloodied welts adorned his back as her nails ripped away in frustration and futility until finally she was over the brink of her climax and falling deliciously into the whirling maelstrom of orgasmic delight.
Suddenly Carol's charging, lust-dominated boss coughed and gasped as his skewering loins began to throb and pound hard against the sensitive upturned flesh of her twisting crotch.
Harry's lust-bloated testicles, filled with the passion-heated thickness of his cum, emptied in a gushing spurt of hot white viscous liquid that raced along the gleaming wet shaft of his prick, which seemed to hesitate for one dramatic second as it reached the knobbish head, after which it then began to gush warmly into the farthest depths of her belly. His spurting load emptied in bullet-like ripples of sticky semen that flooded her insides and oozed from around the impaling thickness of his stiff, conquering cock.
Carol tensed still tauter, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion as it seemed her whole insides were awash with the hot gushing wetness of his orgasm.
"It's shooting in me, oh, ah, it's filling me up," she announced with a loud gasp of unadulterated bliss.
Her peak of tumultuous passion had been reached and now she was tumbling rapidly downhill into the darker depths of shame and humiliation at the wanton act in which she had taken part and, after the first few minutes of uncertainty had passed, eagerly encouraged.
Tears flooded Carol's eyes until no more would come and she felt even greater shame at the lurid slurping noise her own vagina made as he pulled his rubbery prick from between her legs.
She lay there with her eyes tightly shut for several minutes, never even noticing that Harry had eased his now satisfied body slowly upward from the bed and was beginning to put his clothes back on. How guilty she felt for once again succumbing to her passions. But whereas before Carol had only been subjected to liberties taken by a pursuing Harry's fervent fingers and tongue, this time she had been shaken to her roots by the savagery of his volcanic, piston-like cock.
After Harry had finished putting on his underwear, then his shirt and trousers, he walked over to the bed and sat down slowly on the edge of it. He reached down with his right hand and glided his fingers slowly through his beautiful secretary's shimmering auburn hair.
"Don't feel funny about any of this," Harry said. "Your husband was the one who created the void by not giving you the action that you needed."
"But I should have more willpower," she sobbingly exclaimed.
"Willpower will never erase that natural burning need that develops between a girl's legs," Harry quietly philosophized.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carol did not even try to kid herself this time as she drove home in the darkness of approaching late evening.
Even though she had protested, cried and sobbed in the early stages of her sexual encounter with her boss Harry, Carol knew only too well that if Harry had recognized that she was truly opposed to what was happening he would have called a halt to the action. He was not the kind of man who would have kept pressing desperately onward if he recognized that his partner was honestly and truly, fundamentally opposed to what was going on.
No, she fully realized, Harry could not have been more unerringly accurate in his perception that there was a writhing, quaking void residing within Carol's restless inner spirit, and that the only way she could derive release was to receive the stirring, jolting stabs of a man's skillfully gliding cock.
Of course, the ultimate proof of the pudding wherein her sexual responses were concerned was that she had sustained an overpowering, mind-blowing orgasm that had shattered her to her very roots. She could never have reacted with such unrestrained lust unless she had actually wanted to experience the kind of titillation that Harry was only too willing to supply.
Throughout most of the drive home she saw Harry's sweaty loins dancing before her as his onrushing cock kept dominating her, landing with pile-driving force as it sank ever deeper into the inner moistness of her fiery, devastated cunt.
After thinking about the wild time she had just experienced with her lusty boss, the beautiful red-haired secretary's thoughts reverted to her husband. She recalled him saying that he might be home by the weekend and she hoped with greater desperation than ever that he would be back then. If he did not return soon and start supplying her with the kind of satisfaction that she definitely needed there was no telling just how long or far her gradually extending involvement with Harry would last. She could see that whatever willpower she might have previously possessed to repel such temptations had since passed into the great beyond. No, she was a hot woman and knew it, and the only way that her seething inner impulses could be put to rest was through sex on a regular basis, something her husband was seemingly, at least for the moment, unable to provide for her.
The next day at work Harry was all business as he set his mind to work unswervingly for the important series of meetings with the prominent Tokyo businessmen he would be seeing. She put in a little better than an hour of overtime, after which Harry dismissed her for the evening as he stayed behind to make some telephone calls.
Carol went home immediately and fixed herself a television dinner, awaiting pensively all the while the telephone call that she was expecting from Ken in New York.
A few minutes after Carol finished dinner she heard the sharp ring of the telephone. It was Ken on the other end, sounding more than a little bit weary. "How are you, honey?" he began.
"I'm fine, but you sound tired."
"Oh, it's all in a day's work. Maybe it's because I haven't had anything to eat since morning. I'm about ready to go out and have dinner, but it's been just one non-stop series of meetings the whole day. But I'm not complaining. You've got to struggle to get ahead and I'm making a lot of meaningful progress for the company back here."
"It's almost midnight there. You'll be having an awful late dinner."
"Just can't be helped," he told her nonchalantly. "And there's another day of meetings scheduled for tomorrow."
"Isn't there ever any let-up?"
"Not that I've been able to see," Ken laughed wearily. "So how have you been anyway, darling?"
"If you really must know, very lonely and missing you tremendously. I hope you'll be home soon and relieve me of my loneliness."
There was a long pause at Ken's end of the line, after which he resumed in a tense, uncomfortable tone.
"That was the big reason I had to call you tonight," Ken explained. "I knew that I should know by tonight just how much longer I'd be here."
"I know. You said last time that you thought you'd be back by this weekend. So where do things stand now?"
"I said I'd try like hell to get back this weekend, darling," he soothingly corrected, "but it just isn't gonna work out that way. I'm gonna be here at least another week."
"I'm happy that you're ambitious, Ken, and happy that your career is going well, but this isn't doing much for our marriage," Carol snapped, making no effort to hide her bitterness.
"I know, I know," Ken sighed wearily. "I'm sorry, darling, but there's just nothing I can do about it right now."
"It sounds like you've become a complete slave to the system," Carol said in a tone heavily laced with sarcasm.
"I don't blame you for saying that. It must seem that way to you, but, believe me, things aren't gonna be this way always."
"I'm beginning to wonder," Carol snapped again, this time demonstrating more disgust than before, even more than she had intended to reveal.
"I'm really sorry, honey. Anyway I'll be calling you in a couple of days to let you know how things are going."
"Yeah," Carol replied unenthusiastically.
"Goodbye."
As Carol heard the click at the other end of the line, she angrily threw the telephone back atop the cradle, her face reddening with mounting rage over the way that things were going with her husband. She was beginning to think that she was a part of a marriage that existed in name only.
For two days Carol kept the smoldering anger buried within herself. On the third day she felt compelled to talk over her problem with someone, and the person she selected was none other than Harry Kingston. As she sat in his office at closing time she angrily revealed how wrapped up her husband was in business and how little concern he was showing for her feelings.
"Didn't I tell you all along that that was the way I saw it?" Harry smiled knowingly.
"Yes, and I still can't figure out how you could be that perceptive."
"I saw the signs. You looked forlorn. When you're feeling something like that it has a way of showing."
"I suppose you're right."
"I'll tell you something else too. If you keep those angry frustrations locked up within yourself it doesn't do any good either. If you need some release then get it, and with somebody as beautiful as you there will always be opportunities."
"I still can't help feeling shaken by all this, though. I had pretty strict upbringing and I'm just not used to playing around."
"I can see that, but just think of it as your physical and emotional survival. You're a beautiful, healthy young woman with normal physical desires and it's only natural for you to share your feelings with somebody emotionally and physically attuned to your needs. I like to think I'm such a person."
"You have been wonderful."
"It's easy to be nice to somebody like you." Harry's face broke out into a wide smile as he reached out slowly with his right hand, ever so soothingly allowing it to glide inside of Carol's dress. His fingers kept moving gingerly, gliding inside of Carol's brassiere as she began panting with rising desire, eager to obtain some magnificent sensations. She noticed that now many of the fears and frustrations that she had earlier experienced were a thing of the past. Her confidence was increasing.
The longer that Harry applied his fingers, the more sharply and quickly that he began to bring them to bear as they pushed against the firm jutting warmth of Carols snowy alabaster breasts. His fingers started to glide from side to side against the firmness of her ripe melons, causing her breath to start coming in short, puffy gasps.
While Harry continued to assert his fingers with poetic rigidity against the firmness of Carol's breasts, he pushed his lips suddenly forward. Instinctively Carol puckered up, preparing to receive his swift rapid confrontation.
When Harry allowed his red surging lips to lock with frantic desire against Carol's, his fingers began to piston more sharply than before as he let them dig tightly against the warm confines of Carol's quivering, compliant breast flesh. Her head began to spin with surges of wild desire as their lips remained firmly locked against each other for a seemingly interminable period of time.
After Harry finally released his lips from those of the beautiful Carol, he looked longingly into her eyes, which were widening with sensual expectancy.
"You're getting adjusted to all this real well," he said, nodding with confidence. "How about us stopping at that same motel where we had so much fun the last time."
"When?" Carol asked.
"Right now, silly girl," he laughed. "You don't think I'd let myself and you get this steamed up without suggesting an immediate alternative, do you?"
"No, I suppose not."
In a matter of minutes they were sharing the privacy of a room at the same motel where they had gone before. Carol immediately noticed the increased confidence she felt over last time, something that Harry had picked up right away. For one thing she was no longer feeling like a terrible person engaging in acts of disloyalty in her husband's absence. If Ken truly cared that little about cementing their marriage then she would care that much less about having an affair with another man. She knew that Harry was also married and regarded their association as something of mutual benefit and convenience.
This time Carol, who had been racked with fear the last time she had come to this motel with Harry, felt a certain air of calmness as she watched her boss undress, her arms folded together and her thighs pressed solidly against each other.
"Don't just sit there, honey," Harry grinned as he climbed out of his trousers. "Start taking off your things."
By the time that Carol had quickly stripped off her dress and was standing next to the bed in her crisp white lace panties and matching brassiere, Harry's hips were quickly wiggling as he divested himself of his shorts.
"You're really turning me on just watching you strip," he told her excitedly. "Get out of your panties and bra. C'mon, honey, 'cause we're getting closer to that beautiful moment when we're gonna start fucking. Oh damned, I can hardly wait."
Harry's heart pounded with rising exhilaration as he slipped his shorts quickly down his trembling, hairy legs. Carol watched as she got a good look at the mammoth erection he sported between his legs, and he gave several quick tugs up and down the full length of it, after which he took several steps toward Carol.
As he watched with swirling hunger filling his excited inner being, Carol reached up and let her wrists flick quickly as she undid the straps of her brassiere. He let out a whistle as he watched her brassiere drop to the floor and her firm warm, marshmallow-like globes of breast flesh rise to the surface.
"Damned what tits," Harry said, licking his lips with rising hunger. "Okay, off with your panties. That's the last step. Do it, c'mon, take them off."
Carol decided to tease her lover to the maximum extent possible, and so she ever so slowly reached under the elastic of her white panties and peeled them down slowly, first in back over the gorgeous beautifully-proportioned bulge of her behind, turning her back so that he could see the unveiling of her smooth, deep cleft.
When Carol faced Harry again, she pulled her . panties down in front, nakedly revealing the soft reddish vee of her pubic fleece and, hidden beneath it, the narrow pink slit of her pussy.
Carol pushed the rolled under panties down her long naked legs. She knew she had a sensuous body and was beginning to realize more and more as time went by that there was no reason at all for her to feel ashamed.
By then Harry was feeling such great anticipation that he needed some immediate contact with this dazzling female, whose resistance he had helped break down step-by-step.
He reached out with swift precision and grabbed a handful of soft cheeky buttocks, squeezing it urgently as his lover let out a long urgent swoon, enjoying the firmness of his efforts.
When Harry finally let her go, he was dazzled further as she turned and walked away from him, the halves of her buttocks rubbing salaciously together like ball bearings as she walked. Her voluptuous bottom cheeks formed an almost perfect heart-shaped ass and Harry could almost taste the warm soft flesh of her buttocks as he watched the sensuous redhead ease her lovely form downward and into the bed.
Her eyes were aglow with rising sensual heat as Harry walked slowly toward the bed. Her eyes widened as she stared at his hugely thick penis which had swollen into a mammoth erection, so thick and heavy that he could barely encircle it with his own hand.
"What a cock!" she swooned.
Her stomach tightened with lewd anticipation as Harry approached. Just why should she feel guilty? she asked herself. If Ken was going to be so callous as far as her female needs were concerned, then she would take her fun wherever she could find it.
He ran his fingers lightly along the rubbery hard shaft of his prick and the pliable foreskin peeled back like the skin off a banana. The purplish head slipped from beneath its thick fleshy sheath, glistening with the first oozings of his own semen and reddening with desire as he neared her.
Harry's heart pounded with steaming desire as he climbed into bed with Carol, positioning himself between her long smooth shimmering white legs. She opened them with a swift act of compliance for him, causing Harry to smile pleasantly. He liked the enormous progress that Carol had made since the last time that they had been together in this same motel. While she extended her nakedly splayed thighs, Carol let her large full breasts rise in a lascivious crescendo of passionate ecstasy, and while Carol twisted her tits she ground her buttocks and thighs in a display of great emotional fervor which left Harry in a wilder state of panting ecstasy than before.
As her wriggling ass cheeks kept twisting lewdly before him, Harry's alert eyes observed the tiny pink eye of her rectum and he grinned as he thought for a fleeting instant of taking her there. How he would love ramming his thick sturdy cudgel into the inner depths of Carol's asshole, but he instantly rejected the idea, deciding that it would be pushing his good luck too far. After all, Carol was starting to warm up to sex with a lot more enthusiasm, but if he tried anything as wild as an assfuck he could easily undo all that he had been striving to achieve.
Harry shoved his surging fingers forward and grabbed a handful of soft warm ass in each palm while he spread her buttocks open so that he could see deeply between them. Her thighs were creamy white and warm against his legs as he maneuvered the bulbous head of his mammoth erection up between them.
Carol began to shudder as the mushroom-shaped knob pressed incitingly into the fervent pinkness of her upturned young pussy. Harry pushed resolutely forward and the head of his probing prick slipped into the clasping, lust-heated lips of her twat. He could feel the inviting liquid heat of her cunt beckoning and he ground surgingly forward, driving his skewering prick deeply into the clinging fleshy sheath of her inflamed pussy.
"Oh, stick it in me, ooohhhhhh, I want it," she gushed.
"You're really coming along."
"I know I am. I'm not afraid or ashamed anymore. C'mon, just shove that big long prick inside me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy."
Carol squirmed her behind enticingly, grinding her hips backward into the impaling thickness of his fiery cock until it slammed home with a thudding smack that sent his heavy leathery balls swinging up between Carol's lewdly-splayed, twisting thighs.
Harry reached around her hips, leaning over her, and his seething fingers began to course over the firmness of her warm belly until they found the budding jewel of her inflamed clitoris, warm and pulsing with exuberance. Harry stroked it rapidly and Carol sighed seething approval as her entire body felt the flames of rising passion.
She began to spiritedly slide her inflamed body spiritedly against Harry's pelvis with deep, rhythmic movements that sank every inch of his skewering rod into the wet steaming fissure of her cunt.
She moaned as Harry's fingertips worked with shrewd eagerness over the oily marble of her clitoris and she began to grind back harder, gaining additional momentum with every fervent movement of her hips and thighs.
The panting, desire-filled Harry hunched his body over her, working feverishly as the sweat beaded on his neck and shoulders and dripped onto Carol's smooth skin, dribbling quickly down her bare sides and onto the full jiggling mounds of her warm tits.
Her clitoris seemed to grow beneath Harry's practiced touch, pulsing and throbbing until it was the size of a robin's egg and quivering with fervent arousal. He rubbed it and rolled it between his fingers like a warm wet stone, and Carol answered with a wild, wanton dance of lustful abandon, letting herself go and feeling ever mounting waves of joy with each passing second.
Carol groaned and quivered, her body squirming violently as her buttocks moved in tight concentric circles around the thick cudgel-like intrusion of Harry's steadily piercing erection.
He tore into her with seething anticipation, his bloated testicles expanding as he moved ever nearer to the moment when the thick white cream would spurt from the nub end of his thundering, mammoth penis.
His hips rocked and slashed as he kept planting his thick fiery shaft deep inside her fiery cunt. Harry reached out and slapped resoundingly several times in quick succession against Carol's buttocks, all the while continuing to ram his surging, knife-like penis into the racing depths of Carol's smoldering cunt.
Eventually, under the steady attack of Harry's hammering cock, Carol could hold back the stored-up floodtide of swirling emotion no longer as the spraying droplets of her surging pussy fluid gushed from her hot hole, dripping with scalding heat down her thighs and spraying against Harry's mammoth prick as well.
"Ohhhh, I'm off, I'm gushing," she gasped. "Keep fucking me, Harry baby, oh, ah, I need it, oooohhh, aaahhhh, how I need it."
Spurred on by his lover's dazzling orgasm, Harry shoved his piercing fingers forward and implanted them sharply against her twisting curvaceous white ass cheeks.
He could feel the surging white juices in his lust-bloated ball sacs as the panting Harry kept up his crisp, emphatic movements, driving his ever flailing cock with surging anticipation as he recognized just how closely he had drawn toward an orgasm of his own.
Harry loved the manner in which the lovely Carol's twisting ass cheeks kept grinding with seething delight as he pushed ever nearer to the cataclysmic instant when the burning white penis fluids would gush from the end of his hammering, throbbing member.
His piercing stick charged forward for several more strokes, driving into the tightness of Carol's vagina as his body tensed and the thick white gushing fluid began to splash from the end of Harry's long, inflamed phallus, which enjoyed the crisp contact with the fiery inner tightness of his partner's sizzling pink orifice.
"Damned, what a fuck you are," he gasped with unrestrained joy. "Oh, keep your butt twisting. That's it, oh, ah, I love that movement. Ooohhh, do I ever love it."
He kept ramming his cock sharply into his lover's twisting cunt until the final drops of sizzling phallic fluid had sprayed from the end of his gigantic organ.
"You loved it as much as I did," he grinned.
"Yes, I did," she smiled back.
CHAPTER NINE
As Carol lay on the bed catching her breath following the wild fuck in which she had just participated, her curiosity was immediately aroused as Harry slid off the bed and walked over to where he had placed his business briefcase, which he had carried with him into the motel room.
"Don't tell me you're gonna actually do some work now," Carol said as she watched him open it.
"No, nothing like that," Harry Kingston laughed. "I hope you don't think I'd ever be motivated to do anything other than fuck with somebody like you around."
"Then why the briefcase?"
"I've got something to show you. Something I picked up at a special little boutique just yesterday afternoon and have been dying to put to use. This is my first chance."
Before a still curious Carol had an opportunity to ask anymore questions Harry pulled out a huge plastic device in the shape of a cock, holding it proudly with both hands and bursting into loud laughter. He quickly switched it on as she listened with surprise to the steady whirring sound emanating from it.
"There we are," he exclaimed. "This is where it's at."
"Just what is that?" an awestruck Carol asked. "It's a vibrator, honey, and it'll give you a fantastic orgasm. Haven't you ever been fucked with one before?"
"No, never."
"Then you're in for a treat."
Carol's eyes widened with fear as she wondered just what to anticipate from both Harry and the vibrator.
"C'mon, put your legs up, honey," a grinning Harry summoned. "Just lie back and prepare to float off into the clouds. You're really gonna be thanking me when all this is over."
"I'm afraid. I just don't know what to expect."
"Don't be. Just because it's something you've never experienced before is no reason to get scared. You're gonna love it, sweetheart, so just spread those luscious creamy legs and get ready for some wild and wonderful sensations."
In a matter of moments the fears within Carol had vanished in a tidal wave of emotion that surged up in her quaking loins as Harry slipped the buzzing tip of the vibrator along the dripping wet fissure of her pink steaming slit and finally into the nerve-jammed budding node of her sweltering clitoris.
"That's beautiful, I love it," Carol blurted.
She squirmed hotly as the electrifying sensation sent ripples of spasming lust undulating throughout her quivering alabaster nakedness. She clasped her warm mounds of breast flesh and warmly caressed them, unaware that she was doing it as the vibrator buzzed salaciously between her nakedly splayed, upturned thighs.
Harry could easily see the pouting pink lips of her pussy, blushing with excitement and puffy with the passion-heated surge of blood that raced from her loins as he deftly aroused her with the whirring vibrator he held in his hand.
He spread the pliant, hair-fringed lips apart so that he could hold the long vibrator along the deep warm slit of her vagina, the tip resting electrifyingly on the pulsing node of her clitoris.
Carol moaned and whimpered, a gurgling animalish mewl bubbling liquidly from her throat as she arched her back upward, propelling her naked buttocks promptly upward from the bed as she ground her crotch hotly against the buzzing salvation of the vibrator. An undulating rhythm of devastating passion surged along her smoothly sensuous nakedness, starting from the wide-splayed pink wetness of her salacious cunt and rippling soft mounds of her melon-sized tits. She fondled her own nipples openly now, moaning from the fast-rising crescendo of wanton lust that churned in her loins like a raging inferno.
Her sweltering body shook again and again until, ultimately, she could withstand no more of this wild ecstasy brought on by the driving onslaught of the vibrator coming into spirited contact with the velvety folds of her moist, fur-lined fissure.
"Ooooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, I'm there," she announced in a prolonged, seemingly endless sigh.
As the splashing droplets of cuntal liquid sprang voluminously from Carol's infatuated twat, a smiling Harry watched with lustful joy as he observed the manner in which Carol's firm white ass cheeks reeled and twisted as she lay there gaspingly on the bed.
"What a fuck, what a damned good fuck," she gasped.
"You bet it is, and I knew you'd love it."
"Keep driving that thing into me until I stop gushing. Oooohhhh, ahhhhhh, what sensations. What beautiful, glorious sensations."
He kept poking the vibrator inside her rapidly orgasming cunt until the final few droplets of fluid had gushed from her organ, after which he withdrew it.
Harry quickly shut off the vibrator, then threw his arms around his sexy lover's waist, letting the firmness of his chest push against the erotic smoothness and firmness of her shapely jutting white breasts. As he rubbed his chest excitedly against her firm ripe melons he pushed his lips quickly forward, letting them shove eagerly against the thick redness of her eagerly anticipating lips.
Their lips remained fervently locked for several long moments, after which Harry removed them. "That's for being such a great fuck," he said. "It's an act of mutual convenience."
"Yeah, but some women put out differently than others. Once you throw away the guilt and go to it you're really something. I'm impressed, darling, very impressed."
Suddenly it dawned on Carol that she had adjusted to sex with Harry much easier this time than she had on past occasions. She began to wonder if she ought to feel guilty because of it. This time the guilt was much more difficult in coming than it had been before, and this alone served to make her feel strange. Carol wondered if she was entering a new phase in her life whereby sex with somebody other than her mate would be something to which she could easily adjust.
"I wonder just where my life is going," she said in a suddenly despondent tone of which Harry immediately took notice.
"You don't need to worry about a thing as long as you get away from worrying in the first place," Harry philosophized.
"I just wonder where all this will end, all this playing around. I wonder if it will destroy my marriage."
"You've just got a little old friendly relationship going with a friendly boss," he said, tucking her under the chin playfully. "You're not the kind of girl who is ever gonna wind up an easy lay for anybody, so you don't need to worry over that. As a matter of fact, like I keep telling you, you don't have to worry at all."
Moments later they began to dress. Less than an hour later Carol was once more at home, staring against the cold, unfeeling walls, once again being reminded of the loneliness of her life with her husband Ken gone. Now that she was home and away from Harry she became immersed again in self-doubt.
Carol went to bed early that night, her brain vividly recalling the sex of which she had been a part with Harry. She could see his twisting, reeling body driving and sliding as he hammered into her repeatedly with his hard, decisive cock.
The one thing that Carol hated to think about was the realization that the longer she stayed away from Ken, and the greater the time lapse between sex with him, the easier it would become for her to conceive of sex over and over with her handsome and always understanding boss Harry Kingston.
CHAPTER TEN
The following night Carol received a call from her husband Ken a few minutes after she returned home from work.
"I'm gonna be leaving a little sooner than planned," he said with an expression of urgent concern in his voice.
"How has everything been going?" Carol asked, jarred by the urgency in Ken's voice and wondering why he had changed his plans so abruptly.
"I was able to work a little faster and so I've been able to wrap it up a little faster than expected."
"That's good. I'm sure you're looking forward to coming home and I'm certainly looking forward to your return."
"I'll be getting in on the Eastern Airlines flight at seven-thirty on Friday evening."
"Fine, darling, I'll meet you then. So how has business been going?" she asked, feeling a bit strange over both the urgency in her husband's tone and the lack of warmth with which he was expressing himself.
"It's been going okay. So I'd better be getting off now. I'm just about to go to dinner."
"Fine, then I'll see you on Friday, dear."
"Goodbye."
As Carol hung up the phone she knew that there was something wrong, but she had no idea just what might be bothering her husband. Suddenly she stopped thinking about the problems she had had in obtaining sexual satisfaction from Ken and was concerned at that moment about just what was bothering him. She hoped that things had not been going poorly for him in what constituted his biggest opportunity since he had gone to work for the company. If they were then the developments in that direction must have been swift since he had enthusiastically reported how well things were going. At any rate, she knew, she would not find out what, if anything, was wrong until she met her husband at the airport on Friday evening to pick him up.
Carol could not help but feel exceedingly strange over the way that things were going in her married life. She would have thought that a call from Ken informing her of his return from New York would bring joy and relief to her after all the frustration and loneliness that she had encountered during the period of time that he was gone. But instead there was both an emptiness and a state of worry that she felt moments after hanging up the telephone at the conclusion of her call from Ken.
The worry that she felt was easy enough for her to fathom and explain. It was the coldly distant tone in his voice, so markedly different from the way in which he had expressed himself on the prior occasions that she had talked to him. It removed much of the spirited enthusiasm that she had expected to feel when he did call to tall her that he would be on his way back home.
What she had a lot more difficulty enduring was the emptiness that she felt in the pit of her stomach, which made Carol wonder if she would be ready to pounce hungrily into Ken's arms upon his return. She was unable to banish from her mind or spirit all that had been happening in Ken's absence, the manner in which she had become so intimately acquainted with her boss Harry Kingston. Perhaps Harry, as he had related to her, had learned to adjust to extra-marital sexual activity, but the very thought of what had happened to her caused Carol to feel a morbid fear dwell within her inner being.
The thing she feared most, when all was said and done, was the facile way in which she was ultimately able to express herself with Harry and allow him to furnish her basic needs.
Now that she was accustomed to having sex with another man who had proven himself to be constantly available, Carol wondered if she might just freeze up in the arms of her husband. She could see that it was difficult for her to lead a dual sexual existence in the manner that some women could, taking her sex from one quarter, then nimbly skip back to another at a different moment in time. No, the more strongly committed that she became to Harry Kingston or somebody like him, the harder it would be to revert back to an exciting relationship with her husband even if the opportunity did once more present itself.
Carol knew that her mind would be torn until at least Ken returned. She hoped that then her strong womanly emotions would react and she would be drawn toward him and that he'd be cognizant of her needs and seek to satisfy his own as well.
Come to think of it, Carol thought, that might have been the reason why her husband sounded cold and edgy. He had been up to his neck in work and had encountered constant physical and emotional tension since arriving in New York on important company business. In addition, she had to also remember that it had been a longtime since his physical needs had been attended to, and as a result he might have been left with a cold, depressed feeling. But still she could never recall her handsome young husband sound quite the way at any time in the past, and that would continue to bother her until she met him.
Carol arrived at the landing gate where Ken's plane was slated to come in at a few minutes past seven. The flight turned out to be almost a half hour late and did not arrive until a few minutes before eight. As she saw Ken, clad in a blue suit and wearing a gray topcoat, she broke into a trot and moved toward him.
When Carol let her inviting arms encircle her husband she saw a tired expression of melancholy on his face rather than the exuberant expression of well being that she hoped to see there. After a long wait he had finally returned, but the circumstances were far from what she had hoped they would be. Even as Carol was pressing her lips forward and letting them press against his she could not help but think back to all that had happened with her boss Harry while her husband had been gone, and that caused a forlorn expression to surface rapidly in her eyes.
The kiss was all too brief and perfunctory as Ken withdrew his lips from hers, then said in a cold, matter-of-fact tone: "I've got one piece of baggage to pick up on the way out."
"Yes, I remember," she nodded as they began to walk through the crowded airport. "So how have you been?"
"Okay," he shrugged nonchalantly.
Ken secured his luggage and moments later they were climbing into the front seat of Carol's Duster.
As Carol drove away she could not help but feel edgy over her husband's taciturn manner. Generally whenever he returned from even a short trip he would talk endlessly about all that had happened in the manner of an excited child, and on all the past occasions the trips had been shorter than this one. She drove for several blocks in silence as her husband stared blankly out the window, his mind seemingly thousands of miles away.
Carol finally decided that it was imperative to thaw the conversational ice that had uncomfortably surfaced. She had an idea.
"I'll tell you what," she looked at Ken and smiled broadly, "since my wonderful husband has been away for awhile and since I'm an enterprising working girl with money to spend, how about letting me treat you to dinner on your first night back home."
"No thanks," he shook his head emphatically. "Aren't you hungry, dear?"
"I had a snack on the plane."
"Well maybe you'll feel like having something a little later," she said hopefully.
"I don't think so," he shook his head. "I'm just not very hungry."
"You seem glum, dear. Is there anything wrong?" The moment that Carol finished asking the question she was immediately sorry that she had as her husband looked at her with a cold expression that made her feel self-conscious.
"There is something I want to talk to you about," Ken admitted, "but I'd just as soon let it wait until we're home."
Carol decided against querying her husband any further. Instead she would live with the agony of curiosity until she finished driving Ken home. She knew that her mind would not be free from worry for even a second as she attempted to determine just what had prompted Ken to feel the way that he did.
Suddenly the idea hit her! It was another woman! How foolish of her not to have figured it out before. In the past she had attributed his absence of regular sensual affection toward her as stemming from his unyielding pursuit of success, but now she had reason to think otherwise. Since he had spent longer than was previously anticipated in New York it just might be that he had found someone there with whom he had become close and that he preferred to her. Even though she knew that she possessed enough physical equipment both facially and bodily to stand up to even the most beautiful of women in direct competition, she was wise enough to recognize that there was that ever present element of empathy that played an integral part in any successful romantic relationship of a married or nonmarried nature. Perhaps her handsome, dynamic husband had developed a meaningful relationship with a professional woman with whom he felt he had more in common than he did with her.
The auburn-haired beauty remained in a state of perpetual worry and fear throughout the remainder of the ride home. Once that she entered the house with her husband Carol's stomach tied up in knots. Already she could hear the words coming from him. She was an awfully nice girl, very attractive and all that, but he had concluded that they were just not compatible and he had found someone with whom he could find the requisite compatibility that was absent in his relationship with her. Yes, they would cut through her like a knife, but at least she now felt ready to receive them and they would not be unexpected.
Carol was hoping that Ken would immediately clear the conversational air, but instead he went into the kitchen and mixed a picture of martinis, pouring each of them a drink.
"A drink will settle us both a little," he said with an air of the inevitable as he sent another cold stare her way that brought shivers up and down her spine.
They sat in the living room, and Carol felt her knees knocking as she took several quick gulps from her glass. Ken, on the other hand, sipped his drink slowly, occasionally staring vacuously into space. The longer that he stared the more nervous that she felt as she awaited the beginning of the fateful conversation. Even though she felt like blurting out at the top of her lungs that she wanted to find out just what was the matter as soon as possible she turned away from the path of temptation, concluding that she would only make things worse if she acted in an impulsive manner.
Once that Ken finished his drink he got up and strolled into the other room.
"I'm pouring myself another," he told her. "Would you like another drink, Carol?"
"No thank you," she replied.
Carol had gulped down half of her drink, and now her brain was reeling and she was feeling dizzy. She was trying to conceal the anxiety that she felt from her husband.
Carol watched Ken as he poured himself a second martini, then walked back into the living room. At least one thing gratified her partially. The martini had caused Ken's face to become more relaxed. Some of the tension had apparently vanished, but far from all.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ken took two slow, reflective sips from his second martini, then turned his attentions squarely on his pensive wife, who had been awaiting for the conversation to begin.
"Sometimes when you have to say something it's damned painful," he told her in a slow, solemn tone, "so painful that you just can't seem to drag the words out at all. It's taken me awhile to get to the point where I could say what I've got to, but here goes."
"Yes, dear," Carol said in a hollow tone as her heart skidded and tugged with pulsating nervousness.
"It's our marriage, I just wonder if it isn't doomed. I ask you that because you're In a better position to supply an answer than I am," he looked at her with an expression that stopped just short of outright contempt.
"None of this is making any sense to me, Ken," she began to sob. "I can't understand it at all. The way you sounded on the phone. The cold way that you acted at the airport, the way you stared into space all during the ride home, and the way that you're talking now. I'm so confused I don't know what to do or say. I thought it would be such a happy occasion when you returned home and now this. I don't understand it and you hope you can clarify things."
"I'll be glad to," he raised his voice with seething bitterness. "You've been playing around with another man."
His accusation stopped Carol completely short. Eventually her head began to swirl in a sea of confusion and despair.
"What did you say?" she asked in a whisper.
"And don't try to play cute with me either, Carol," he exploded, pointing an accusing finger at his wife. "You've been carrying on behind my back with Harry Kingston and don't try and lie your way out of it. Now admit it to me. At least I'm gonna have the satisfaction of hearing you say it. You're playing around and I expect you to admit it."
"It would be pointless to deny it," she said in a hushed tone. "How did you find out?"
"A good friend of mind, a golf-playing buddy who'd never met you but had seen your picture and had had some business dealings with Harry Kingston saw him taking you into a motel. This guy would never make anything like this up. He called me the other day in New York to tell me. I cut the rest of my business trip short to come home, even though I would have liked to stay at least another week. But I couldn't take care of business properly with something like this hanging over my head." Ken Wilson jumped nervously to his feet and began pacing the floor nervously. When he came to a stop his face reddened and his nostrils flared. Never in all the time she had known him had Carol seen her man look this angry or frustrated. Generally he was the model of self-control, the perfect executive, cool under fire.
"I've been a perfect husband, perhaps too perfect," he barked, looking into Carol's eyes with open-mouth contempt. "I've been a great provider, see that you can move into a beautiful home, and what do I get? A kick right square in my dumb ass! Practically any gal your age would give anything to be in the situation you're in so what do you do? You play around. I thought I was marrying a woman I could trust, somebody with some virtue and sincerity, but instead I wind up getting a trollop. A common whore. A slut. Damned, I can't stand it!" Carol was stung harder than ever by Ken's vicious name calling. At first she felt so humiliated that she wanted to find a hole huge enough for her to bury herself in. But then it dawned on her. What about the way that Ken had neglected her? Was that right? And now he was rubbing salt in her wounds by calling himself a "perfect husband". Perhaps she had not acted perfectly and had succumbed to temptation but, considering the lack of options open to her in a period of great loneliness, her lapse was understandable. No, she would not take his attack lying down, but would strike back in her own defense. She jumped to her feet and stared contemptuously at her husband.
"Sure, you've been a perfect husband," she snapped with ringing sarcasm, "so perfect that all you thought about was getting ahead in your work. My emotions and physical needs didn't count. Yes, I've been having an affair, and if it hadn't been with Harry Kingston then it might well have been with somebody else. You've left me in such a vulnerable position. You've been a fool, a perfect fool, and here you are calling me names."
Her ringing attack left Ken in a state of temporary speechlessness, after which he replied in another loud, ringing tone.
"I don't like this turnaround," he grumbled. "You're just a guilty woman trying to squirm off the hook by attacking me when you're the one who's in the wrong. I feel like finding Harry Kingston and using his head for a bowling ball, the son of a bitch."
"If you're gonna blame anybody them blame me. I was the one who needed it so badly and you can thank yourself for that. By the way, is that friend of yours who reported my activities to you married or single?"
"He's married," Ken replied with surprise, "but what has that got to do with anything?"
"Was he there with his wife when he saw me with Harry?"
"No, he was, he was with a girl friend," Ken sputtered.
"Sure, but he could moralize about me, couldn't he?"
"That's different," Ken sharply replied. "His wife's been frigid ever since she had their last child."
Suddenly Ken stopped talking and his chin dropped. He could see that he had talked himself into a corner.
"Exactly, a double standard," Carol shrieked. "You men feel like you can play around anytime that a wife doesn't give you just what you want, but let a wife with great frustrations and no outlets find sex with a man she isn't married to and she's a bitch and a whore."
"It's pointless to talk to you any longer," Ken loudly exclaimed. "I don't even want to stay in the same house with you. I'm gonna spend the evening at a hotel."
Ken angrily climbed into his coat, then stalked off quickly toward the door. As he slammed it behind him with a loud thud Carol threw her head down and burst into tears.
CHAPTER TWELVE
After Carol had had herself a long cry, she tried to drown her sorrows in alcohol, but even the Bloody Marys did not help. She continued to feel the nagging despair of a woman who knew that her marriage was over.
She hoped that the alcohol would at least help put her to sleep, and when it would not she took a sedative, but that did not do the job either, and so she tossed and turned restlessly throughout the entire night, falling exhaustively into a few hours of sleep only when morning beckoned.
Once that she got up in a dazed, dragged out condition, Carol fixed herself some breakfast, most of which she did not eat. She went back to drinking Bloody Marys and crying, a combination that existed exclusively until two in the afternoon, when a surprise visitor arrived.
Carol heard the doorbell ring and reacted with disgust. She thought about not going, and it was not until the ringing persisted that she dabbed at her still moist eyes in an attempt to make herself at least half-way presentable, then opened the door. She need not have been embarrassed by the circles under her eyes since the person standing in the doorway, her bedraggled looking husband, looked even worse than she did.
"I'd like to come in and talk," he said in a quiet tone, "and I promise you that I won't raise my voice or make a scene."
Carol opened the door and let Ken enter, wondering just what he was about to lay on her this time. She concluded that no matter what it was it would be difficult to jolt her more than he had the evening before.
"First off I want to apologize for calling you those rotten names," Ken said, standing stiffly a few feet away from Carol. "It was uncalled for, totally so."
"You were upset, Ken," Carol replied. "I understand."
"But I had no reason to ever say anything like that," he told her emphatically. "Carol, ever since I left here last night I've been doing nothing other than thinking. I've done some drinking too, but even while I was downing the booze I was thinking. And even on those rare occasions when I could get to sleep for a few minutes I would awaken quickly enough and go back to what I had been doing before, thinking. I want to tell you how ashamed I am of myself after thinking everything over, terribly ashamed."
"Just what is it you're ashamed of?"
"You know, when I left here in a storm last night I thought about finding Harry Kingston and either breaking his neck or maybe even doing him in. Then finally I concluded that if I was gonna do anybody in it oughta be myself over being such a big fool."
"You're being much too hard on yourself," Carol told him sympathetically.
"No I'm not. Please hear me out because I'm almost done speaking my piece. Anyway, if I was gonna break anybody's neck or shoot anybody in the head I oughta do it to myself because I had me the best looking, best built, and nicest little woman I could ever have hoped to find right here at home and I blew it through neglect and just thinking about myself. Yes, I kept telling myself and you that I was trying to make it big with the company for both of us, but down deep I think I knew that my motives were almost completely selfish. I wanted to make myself look like a big man and it was my ego that was involved. You got lost in the shuffle and that was the biggest crime of all."
Carol became caught up in a gushing floodtide of emotion as her head started to spin and tears began surfacing in her eyes.
"I don't know what to say," she gulped, barely able to speak.
She watched as Ken moved quickly toward her.
"You don't have to say anything," he told her. "I wanna start turning over a new leaf right here and now by giving you some of that loving that I should have been giving you regularly."
Carol's breath was almost totally taken away as Ken fervently crushed her in his strong, insistent arms, then pushed his lips forward and let them cannonade with a rousing thud against her lips.
It thrilled Carol to see her husband behaving like his old self, and she did her level best to encourage his romantic spontaneity by kissing back as hard as she could. He removed his lips from hers, then brought his tongue forward with piercing enthusiasm. Ever so willingly, Carol opened her mouth and let his stiffly erect tongue piston its way like a shot out of a cannon into her mouth. She could tell by the desperate manner in which he swiftly asserted his tongue inside her mouth just how eager Ken was to make up for lost time.
They engaged in a wild procession of diligent soul kissing that prompted both of them to break into a sweat as their twirling tongues kept driving and scraping against each other and their warm saliva kept dramatically intermingling until they needed a few seconds to come up for air.
When their tongue kissing efforts ceased, Ken ran his fingers slowly and affectionately over his wife's smooth velvety skin.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said. "I've got a hard-on that just won't quit."
Carol's shrewdly appraising eyes dropped down swiftly toward her horny husband's crotch. She reached down with wild desperation with her right hand, letting her fingers grab hold of his zipper. Carol tugged at it hungrily until the full length of his immense penis popped free. She carefully examined every scalding inch of his mammoth blue-veined stiffness, then let her prying fingers move up and down with determined rapidity until she reduced him to a series of puffy gasps.
"What finger action," he sighed. "I like the way they're sweeping. Oh, do I ever need it."
Her fingers swept dramatically along the steaming length of Ken's sturdy pole for a few more strokes, after which he told her to release them.
"Let go or I'll shoot," he laughed boyishly. "Let's go into the bedroom and have ourselves a good old-fashioned fuck."
"You couldn't have put it any better," she smilingly replied.
When they reached the bedroom it became only a question of just how fast the panting lovers could undress. Ken's fingers moved swiftly as he removed his clothes, then his T-shirt and shorts, once again displaying the hugeness of his mammoth erection. He reached down and tugged up and down its immense base several times with mounting restlessness, watching as his equally excited spouse pulled her filmy red bikini panties down her legs and off of her, completing the final stage of the undressing process and prompting Ken to move swiftly toward her.
Ken watched as Carol lewdly extended her nakedly splayed legs, then landed with a thudding lurid plop in the middle of the bed. She extended her creamy sleek legs some more, parting them ever so slowly and enticingly to create the ultimate in dramatic effect, then reached down with her right hand and eased her fingers inside of her pink, slightly dampened vagina, which was scalding with ravenous desire.
"What a cunt," her husband swooned, moving his body swiftly toward the bed as he turned loose of his mammoth blood-engorged penis.
"Come and get me," she taunted. "I'm yours for the taking."
"And what a prize you are."
She stroked the damp flesh of her juicy twat for a few more strokes, then allowed her fingers to toy with the dampness of her downy pubic curls for several seething moments of wildly ecstatic pleasure. All the while she ground the pearly white half moons of perfectly-constructed ass flesh like ball bearings against the crisp white sheets, causing the bedsprings to jangle with a searing ring.
"You look so sexy that you're about to make me pop my juices just looking at you," Ken declared.
"Come on over here, baby. I need the kind of action you can give. As a matter of fact I'm crying for it."
Ken threw himself down on top of the bed, his body trembling with rising urgency as he watched the auburn-haired Carol lewdly extend her nakedly splayed legs some more as her fingers continued to twist with writhing desire against the dampened strands of her fleecy pubic curls as her hips jerked with quaking expectation.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out, seeking to make up for lost time with Ken.
He let his head swoop down swiftly and dramatically between her warmly excited thighs. Carol released her fingers from her dampened fleecy pubic vee, and as she did Ken inhaled the fragrance of her female bouquet as he let his seething tongue push its way abruptly out of his mouth.
Ken hurled his tongue with racing need toward the moist strands of Carol's downy pubic curls, tickling her and causing her pulse to dramatically race as he let it twist and glide against her throbbing nest.
"Honey, you're coming on like an animal," she gasped hoarsely, "oh, how I want it, how I need it."
He sucked voraciously for several more seething strokes, then dramatically allowed his grinding tongue to make its way with surging need into the moistened pink portals of her fleshy cunt. A raging genital heat enveloped the beautiful Carol's entire body as her ardently attacking lover ground his sweeping tongue with lewdly ravenous desire against the pouting lips of Carol's dilating cunt.
While his steadily slurping tongue made loud suction sounds as he kept driving it tempestuously into the spirited depths of her searing womanhood, Ken reached out with both hands and allowed them to glide with surging anticipation as they made boldly assertive contact with the warm, writhing flesh of her creamy buttocks. The more tightly that he squeezed the forbidden flesh of her inviting ass globes, the faster that his stinging tongue twisted and slashed as he propelled it with quivering need against her dilating organ.
His shrewdly attacking digit ultimately found the budding pearl of Carol's sensation-laden clitoris. As his tongue scraped and eased against the searing flesh her ass globes flailed as he kept on squeezing them with vigorous desire.
Eventually he moved his tongue back to her hair-fringed fissure, letting it project sweepingly against the velvety inner folds of her blazing twat, which was pushed ever closer to the ringing moment when the juices would spurt from her hot hole.
Ken released his tongue from her aroused buttocks, which writhed and twisted as they landed several more times against the bed, and several piercing tongue thrusts later Carol realized that there was no way to hold back the steaming flood-tide of cunt juice that awaited immediate explosion.
"Oooooohhhh, I'm gushing," she gasped. "Darling, oh, you're making me feel so good. Go get it, oh, ah, swallow it. That's it. Swallow my hot cunt juice, you need it, you really need it."
The spraying droplets of flaming cunt fluid splashed with wanton lust from Carol's throbbing cunt, and as they did Ken's tongue worked its way with precision against the onrushing floodtide, catching every escaping droplet with desperate anxiety.
"You're swallowing all of it and it feels so good," she sighed. "Oh, darling, you're so good. How I love it."
While his rapidly twisting tongue took in every droplet of her erotic bomb blast, Ken reached out and ran his fingers searchingly up and down the sleek smoothness of her trim white thighs.
He removed his tongue from her moist slit after digesting the final few drops of her steaming pussy fluid.
"Now we're getting our act back on track again," Ken looked down at his voluptuous red-haired lover and laughed.
"We certainly are, tiger," she reached up and teasingly thumped Ken on his hairy chest.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ken looked down at his swollen erection once that he finished sucking his beautiful wife's searing vagina to conclusion.
"Reach out and touch me there," he gestured toward his torrid blade of sensual steel.
Her fingers quickly encircled the bloated circumference of Ken's desire-hardened blue-veined pole, which was so vast that her fingers could barely manage to extend around its entirety. Her fingers pushed solidly against the fleshy base of his throbbing bulbous cock, and immediately his whole body reacted with stirring excitement as his hips and buttocks ground with writhing desire.
"That's what I like," he whispered. "You're really going to work with your fingers. I love the way they're pressing against my shaft. Ooohhh, how I love it."
Her fingers continued to make burning contact with the torrid rigidity of his thick bulbous shaft as he threw his head back and heaved a series of long loud sighs, enjoying each stab just that much more than its immediate predecessor.
"Okay, now I can use some sucking sensations," he told her in a tone of great urgency.
Immediately Carol flashed her husband a strange look. She was unaccustomed to going down on her husband, and had done it only twice, prior to his exploding in her pussy. This time she had the feeling that he expected more than just a little preliminary action from her tongue prior to moving into another act.
"I know this isn't one of our regular ways of making it, darling, but I'd really like to turn over a new leaf and I can't think of a better move than giving our relationship some added dimensions," he carefully explained. "The more we experiment the more meaning we're gonna find in the relationship as a total entity. C'mon, start running your fingers over my hard prick, and let your tongue go to work on my balls."
With great caution the beautiful Carol slowly and fearfully lowered her head downward toward her husband's steaming testicles, which were bloated with thick white droplets of jissum begging to be released as soon as possible.
He braced himself for her initial tongue penetration, his legs tightening, then widening slightly as her wet red digit moved forward, slithering slowly against the surface of his leathery cum-bloated balls. His legs began to twist sharply with blazing excitement as Carol's tongue proceeded with caution, scraping along the warmly enriching surface of his skewering testicles.
While Carol's tongue made steady contact gliding against her husband's smooth inflated testicles, she reached out quickly with both hands and let her searching fingers move meticulously up and down the firm base of his stiff fleshy cock.
"Move your tongue a little faster," a panting Ken called out with mounting need. "Move it against my nuts. There you go. Really let that tongue sweep. Let yourself go. I like that kind of action. Oh, let your tongue move."
The bulbous purplish head of his knob-shaped penis became inflamed with acute seething need as Carol's brisk fingers ground with vigorous deliberation against the side of his huge desire-filled stiffness.
"Switch the action," he called out hoarsely. "Move your tongue down to my cock. Let it slice. Oh, slash it against my rigid cock. Move your tongue with all you've got. Let it go to work on my prick. Let yourself go, you'll be better off for it."
By then Carol could see herself entering a new phase in her relationship with Ken. As he became less inhibited and more willing to experiment in sex, she was finding herself becoming more the same way.
His eyes rolled back in his sockets as Ken became inflamed with restless desire. Carol let her sweeping scarlet tongue slither along the spongy tip of her lover's mammoth cock-head as his hips wiggled and his legs kicked with wild fascination at the prospect of receiving some more stimulating tongue activity.
Ever so gradually Carol's adventuring tongue became more spirited until she took in more and more of his skewering erection. Ken picked up her tempo and began to thrust on his own, supplying forward initiative as his grinding shaft kept tugging insistently and sharply ever so deeply into the inviting wet warmth of his lover's oral cavity.
Each rapidly propelling thrust of his stone hard, blood-engorged member slithered the whole glistening length of his steely dominating shaft deeper into the burning wet cauldron of Carol's invigorated oral pit. The burning electricity continued to build along the seething length of Ken's emblazoned cudgel.
"Keep your tongue working," Ken called out eagerly. "Let it move up and down the full length of my shaft. I want it. C'mon, keep your tongue rolling, drive it up and down my cock. Pump, do it, honey, oh, ah, am I ever feeling the itch in my cock and balls. Do I ever need your hot tongue action. I'm on fire."
Ken kept driving his pistoning cock forward, shoving it ever deeper into his wife's busily encircling mouth, which clenched tightly around the bulbous shaft of Ken's onrushing prick, which was inflamed with wild, wanton desire.
Soon the burning anxiety in Ken's erect penis and the searing globes of his swollen testicle flesh brought him to the verge of a wild and fulfilling orgasm.
He felt the steam heat rising to a burning crescendo in the cauldron of his orbs of testicle flesh. His dutiful wife reached down and let her fingers searchingly encircle around his bloated testicles as the blazing droplets of his semen were preparing to gush in a torrent of wild excitement from the end of his mammoth rigidity and into her mouth.
It dawned on Ken at that dramatic point in time that his beautiful wife had never previously swallowed his cream. On all other occasions she had withdrawn her reluctant tongue long before the ultimate atomic explosion had been reached. This time he would be unleashing a floodtide of burning white penis fluid inside her mouth, and he wanted her to corral every morsel that fell from the end of his burning shaft.
"Now brace yourself," he told her. "I want you to catch the stuff. It would be a big disappointment, honey, if you didn't swallow it after we've come this far. C'mon now, honey, and keep up the good work. Keep it up just a little bit longer. Oh damned, I'm burning up, my balls are on fire, they really are." The torrid orgasmic discharge was looming ever closer as a mental countdown to blastoff proceeded in Ken's lust-dominated mind. He let out several loud gasps, then reached down and let his fingers make crisp contact with his lover's dazzling red hair. The tighter that he squeezed, the greater the rising sexual need that inflamed his entire body from head to toe.
"Just catch my load," he told her. "C'mon and go after the stuff. I want to give it to you and I want you to taste it. Oh, I'm really burning up, it feels so good."
His ass cheeks rocked and pistoned as he pushed his surging, volcanic cock deeper into his lover's mouth. She kept letting her lips clasp ever so tightly against the firmness of his fleshy rigidity. Carol tugged two more times against Ken's lust-bloated balls as he waited for the torrent of white thick jissum to spray from the end of his long, towering penis as his body twisted with vigorous resolution.
Ken let his fingers brace tightly against his wife's head as he felt the first few droplets of skewering juice catapult from the end of his lengthy organ.
"Oh damned, this is it," he gasped loudly. "What a stampede. Oh, the juices are blasting out of there like crazy. Catch the stuff, c'mon and catch it all." Ken watched with hopeful expectancy as he listened to loud sucking sounds emanating from the tip of his inflated manmeat. He felt burning sensations rippling from the tip of his slightly quivering nozzle as the spurting cock juices kept erupting in a gale of furious steaming activity.
Several times she gagged as the floodtide started to pour from his flailing phallus, prompting Ken to grip her head more tightly than before in hopes that he could prevent her from spitting out any of the precious droplets of burning fluid.
He watched-with dismay as several morsels of his semen rolled out the left side of her mouth, ultimately dropping to the sheets, but he was determined to see that his wife stayed with his load until she was able to muster most of it.
"Hang in there," he encouraged. "It's a jolt first but you can hold onto it. In fact, you're gonna love the taste. You're gonna love it very much. C'mon, catch it."
After the first few anxious moments had passed the steadily determined Carol began to swallow the stirring rifle shots that spurted into her mouth, totally engulfing her.
Ken listened to the loud slurping sounds, a smile of satisfaction encompassing his entire face as his wife's writing tongue captured every available morsel of his spraying cock stream.
"There's no question about it," Ken chucked Carol under the chin playfully when it was all over, "we're getting things back in the groove."
"And I'm in the learning process," she nodded, licking her lips.
Ken laughed robustly, leaning his head forward and delivering a searing kiss to Carol's lips. Carol's heart was overcome with joy. Her life had been seemingly a shambles a little more than an hour earlier, but now everything was looking beautiful.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carol dabbed slowly at her tuna salad, barely able to eat a bite. In the meantime, however, she was on her third dry martini as Harry Kingston appraised her with careful concern.
Harry waited until Carol ordered her fourth martini from the waiter before deciding to investigate.
"You've got something to tell me, Carol," he said. "Generally when I treat you to lunch after a brisk morning at the office you have a little more to say. Since you're not eating much but you're wolfing down the drinks as if gin were a rapidly disappearing commodity, I'd surmise that your stomach is tied up in knots."
"Once more your powers of observation and unerringly accurate, Harry," Carol nodded slowly. "It's a funny thing but I'm following the same pattern working up nerve to get to the point with you that my husband followed the other day after getting back from New York."
"What was on Ken's mind?"
"He found out we were having an affair." Harry's eyebrows lifted upward with instantaneous shock and his face dramatically whitened.
"Great God, is he gonna try and kill me?" he asked fearfully.
"He thought about it, as well as beating you within an inch of your life, but you can relax. He cooled off. After thinking it over he decided it wouldn't be fair to kill you unless he killed me as well, and he figured that it would be futile to kill anybody, particularly when he decided that leaving me alone sexually as he did was what no doubt precipitated my extracurricular liaison."
Harry breathed a loud sigh of relief.
"So have certain... changes come to pass at home?"
"Yes, they have. Ken made some adjustments in his work schedule to enable him to spend more time at home with me and he's making very good use of that time in ways that he wasn't utilizing the little bit of time that we had together before."
"That pretty well tells the story," Ken sighed with resignation. "Well, let me say that this was the most satisfying affair I ever had, even if it was short. You're a very passionate woman, Carol, and you deserve nothing but the best. I envy Ken. I think he recognizes now more than ever just how valuable a little package he has."
"That wasn't all that I had to tell you, Harry," Carol said.
"Huh! What else is there?"
"My job."
"Well what about it?" Harry Kingston looked at his secretary with an expression of confusion. "You're doing an excellent job and always have. You're a born corporate secretary."
"Perhaps so, but it appears that now, if I decide to continue my career as a corporate secretary that I'll have to be born again with another company," she told him firmly.
"What do you mean?" his voice rose with astonishment. "We just end our affair like that. We go ahead. Why do you want to quit your job?"
"It's the only way to make a clean break with the past," she explained. "You see, as I said before, once Ken cooled off his vindictiveness flew out the window. But as long as I kept working for you there would remain a lingering reminder of what had happened before and that wouldn't be good. I hope you understand."
"I'm losing a great secretary but I accept your decision. Indeed, I have no choice."
"Thank you, Harry."
"Not only that, but I promise you a great recommend for anyplace else that you apply when you leave here."
"Thank you, Harry. That's appreciated."
"Like I said. You're a great corporate secretary and you'll be an asset anywhere you go. Anyway, could you stay with me until a week from Friday? I'd certainly be grateful if you could."
"Of course I will."
Carol heaved a sigh of relief once that the formalities had been taken care of. Harry Kingston had been understanding and now she was perfectly free to take care of her man's needs while he did the same for her.
During the course of time that Carol remained on the job with Kingston, Ken made more and more adjustments on his job to enable him to spend more time making love to his beautiful wife. Then, one evening after dinner just two days before Carol was to terminate her services with Kingston, Ken provided her with a surprise.
"How would you like to go to Hawaii for ten days?" he asked.
"You're kidding."
"Not at all."
"When?" she pressed for further details.
Ken smiled broadly.
"I've got it all worked out with the company. We can leave next Wednesday. It practically took a calamity to get me to see it, but I'm never gonna lose sight of how important it is to keep things flowing at an even pace at home."
"I just hope that it isn't gonna cost you in any way on your job, dear. I'm grateful, believe me I am, but I don't want you to have to suffer either for providing us with a little fun at this point in time."
"Don't worry about it. With all the time I've been putting in, the long, exhaustive New York stint, all this overtime and weekend work, they were actually encouraging me to take a little time off. No, we'll be going with their blessing."
"Oh darling, how wonderful."
Carol threw her arms about her husband's waist and planted a long, torrid kiss on his lips. She could not help but feel gratified by the way things were going.
Several days later Ken and Carol flew to Hawaii, staying at a luxurious hotel on Waikiki Beach. Ken's first order of business once that they arrived in their suite was to have room service send up two Mai-tais.
"And just make sure that they're nice and potent," he said. "My wife and I are here on, our honeymoon."
When Ken hung up the phone, he looked at Carol and grinned boyishly.
"Darling, why did you tell them we're on our honeymoon?" Carol asked.
"Because to me it feels like a honeymoon. Why don't we call it an early second honeymoon."
"I suppose that would be all right with me." Their lips locked in a lengthy kiss, which was finally interrupted by a knock on the door.
"It must be the guy with the drinks," Ken concluded.
A smiling, dark-haired Hawaiian in a white waistcoat entered the room holding a tray, which contained no less than four drinks.
"Good afternoon," the man said, setting the tray down on a table. "You ordered two drinks, sir, but in honor of your honeymoon with your very beautiful bride the management would like to help you celebrate by providing you with two free drinks."
"Why thank you," Ken said, reaching quickly into his pocket and pulling out two one dollar bills, which he placed in the hotel employee's hand.
"Thank you kindly," the man bowed. "Have a very nice honeymoon."
"Thank you," Ken and Carol said together.
The hotel employee left the room. Ken embraced Carol longingly, then turned loose, turning his attention to the drinks. They were potent enough to leave Ken and Carol feeling a surging alcoholic high which was sufficient to catapult them into a sea of swirling desire.
Ken reached out and made a swift grab for Carol, wrapping his arms around her body, then throwing her down on top of the bed, where she landed with a lurid plop, her legs extending with wanton desire.
Now all Ken had to do was remove her blouse and slacks, then her underwear, after which she would be his. Ken's fingers moved with stirring anticipation, quivering slightly as they made contact with his panting wife's blouse. Ever so restlessly he pried her blouse loose, hurling it recklessly aside as his mushrooming eyes loomed hypnotically in the direction of her white brassiere and the firmly jutting breasts which spilled forward enticingly from them.
His fingers reached out swiftly for the straps of her brassiere, which he tugged on until he unsnapped them, discarding her brassiere as his trembling red tongue loomed forward to taste the jutting magnificence of Carol's firm ivory breasts.
Ken's tongue darted with swift urgency against the dazzling whiteness of her gloriously erect bosoms. Carol loved listening to the dramatic slurping sounds Ken made as his ringing tongue continued to press and twist against the warmth of her boobs.
He kept up his grinding tongue action for a little while against the doughy ripeness of her sleek white bosoms, after which he transfixed his tongue with rippling lust against the crinkly hard surface of her taut pink nipples.
"Oh, what tongue actions," Carol sighed. "I'm intrigued by the way your scraping tongue moves. How I love the way that you flick with it. Oh, I love it, keep it up."
Ken's skewering tongue made contact with the inviting crinkly flesh of Carol's distended nipples for a little while longer, after which he quickly released his tongue from her nipples.
"I can't lose sight of all that awaits me," he grinned. "I've got to take off everything."
"Darling, strip me absolutely naked."
"Don't worry. I will. I won't leave a stone unturned."
His insistent, clutching fingers moved with pressing urgency once more. Ken reached down and made a rapid-fire grab for Carol's slacks as her buttocks started to clench and unclench with instinctive lust, grinding against the crisp white bedsheets.
"I love those hyperactive buns," Ken laughed, his fingers probing with quick stiffness until he removed her slacks.
Ken licked his lips, his stiff penis enlarging with rapid significance as he grew more agitated in a wave of swirling unencumbered lust. His fingers reached out and made a sharp grab for the waistband of a writhing Carol's sleek white panties. His fingers tugged with sharp persistence, sliding the filmy material down her perfectly-tapered legs and off of her, after which his fingers quickly found the pulsating pearly node of her already wet clitoris.
"Great, you're showing signs of being excited right now," he looked down at his captivating wife and smiled.
Ken's fingers kept pressing forward against the moistness of her aroused clitoris. He was determined to keep the friction going until the smoldering juices shot from her flaming organ.
A few quick strokes later she could no longer hold back the gushing floodtide of wild anxiety that seethed within her. She let out a quick gasp as the spurting juices gushed with volcanic ecstasy from her tremoring pussy and into Ken's burning fingers.
Carol's scalding body kept twisting wildly, her hips grinding with unswerving ecstasy. Ken dipped some of the cuntal juice that had spurted into his hand up between the writhing nether cheeks of his lover's sleek white ass and into the tight hairless cleft which rested between them. He then deposited some of the juice up and down the firm base of his hard aroused cock.
"What are you doing?" Carol asked with curiosity.
"I'm getting ready to do something I've been wanting to try for so long but haven't quite been able to work up enough nerve to."
"What's that?"
"I want your ass, darling."
"Oh damned!" her voice rose shrilly. "Yes, I'm happy that we're coming closer together sexually, my dear, but the one thing I don't need is for you to start behaving like a beast. You can't be serious."
"Of course I'm serious. That's why I lubricated both your asshole and the tip of my cock. Honey, I really need it. I've seen that gorgeous twisting ass wiggling before my eyes so many times. I've just got to stick my hard prick up between your buns."
"Darling, please don't."
"I hate to be insistent, but I'm not gonna be put off. No, I'm gonna do it and that's it."
Before Carol could mouth another protest, her anxiety-filled lover reached out and made a rapid grab for her ass cheeks. As he held on to the warmly resilient ivory flesh Ken promptly shoved her legs over his shoulders, letting his fingers continue to clamp down solidly on her thighs.
"Please let me go," she begged, and now a fine mist was beginning to surface in her mushrooming eyes.
Ken rocked his blood-engorged member forward, grunting as he let the spongy tip of his mammoth cock-head slide into the outer edges of her previously unentered rectum.
"Oh, you're gonna kill me," she shrieked, her legs kicking and her face contorting with pain as salty tears began to splash unrestrainedly down both sides of her face.
Ken gripped his fingers with stinging dominance against her writhing white orbs of ass flesh as he pushed his sturdy, pulsating cock forward once more. This time it cascaded deeper into the tight, clasping flesh of her rubbery rectum than before, precipitating another painful cry of desperation.
But soon enough Carol recognized that there was no prospect of Ken letting up, much less ceasing, his unflagging efforts as his sharply protruding cock flesh kept driving with salacious unimpeded lust into the inner tightness of her vulnerable ass flesh.
After the first few waves of unmitigated pain passed, Carol found herself being swept into a mysterious orbit of pleasure-pain unlike anything she had ever previously experienced. Her buttocks clenched tightly as she stiffened her ass muscles, reacting with steely determination to every cannonading cock blast that he sent inside of her.
It was the kind of wildly uninhibited, deliriously lust-filled fuck that Ken would have liked to continue for hours and hours, but the acute waves of tingly anticipation in his leathery, swollen balls informed him that the end was in sight. His target was much too enticing and he was far too horny to continue this kind of jarring screw for much longer.
His twisting hips writhed with surging energy as the first few drops of scalding white liquid shot from the end of his sharply protruding, lust-inciting dagger and into her quivering asshole.
"Ah, I'm in you," he sighed with exhilaration. "Fucking right, oh, ah, what a fuck."
Ken watched as the last few steaming droplets of jissum escaped from the end of his burning penis, which he then removed from her devastated asshole.
"Now we've done just about anything I can think of," Ken grinned.
"My ass is so sore. Oh, did you ever hump me."
"But you still loved it. Not right away, but in time."
"Yes, I'll admit it."
"Now that your asshole is no longer virgin territory I've got another exciting and intriguing area to visit."
