Chapter 10
Jim stood naked by the window in his bedroom. He had just showered but already a thin film of sweat formed on his body. It was a hot muggy evening. Quite different from the beautiful weather by the sea he had left a few days ago.
Had he been a fool to come back? To his job. To Betty...Betty who was still visiting that sister of hers.
It all seemed like a wild wonderful dream to him now . . . standing here by the very window he'd stood at that night he saw Mira naked.
He could have gone down to L.A. for a few days, as they'd asked. He could have fixed it up some way with his boss. But of course that wasn't all they were asking. They were offering a whole new life style that would lead to his leaving this valley town for good. Leaving his job . . . and Betty.
That rich Texas couple, Sam and Marie, made movies, gave lavish parties all over the world. And Jim had been invited to travel with them, to share their wealth. Mira and Kevin were joining them in Dallas within a month.
I could go too . . . leave all this. Exhibit myself at wild parties.. . screw ah those fabulous, voluptuous women. Scenes from the last long weekend swam in his mind . . . Sweet, ripe little Doris. He'd had the pleasure of being the first to eat that sweet pussy.. . and sucking Mira's well fucked cunt on the beach . . . the double fuck on the balcony.
The taste of cunt was always on his lips. And he had screwed until he thought he'd never be able to move again. Then he screwed some more, amazed that his cock had stiffened again.
And that cocktail hour when he'd been Mr. Super Pussy eater. He'd been only slightly high on booze and intensely high on cunt. Naked, as he'd been all weekend except for meals. The women were wearing expensive gowns but, as he soon discovered, no underwear.
He took on ah of them. They giggled and squealed. And popped. And the room was filled with a rich heavy cunty odor. They formed a semi circle while the men watched enviously. And Jim had the fantastic pleasure of scooting from cunt to cunt and servicing all of them with his hot mouth.
The women had lifted their skirts high. He had played with silken buns and sucked, licked and chewed deep into pussy. Fleshy, smooth, creamy skinned Ethel the one who reminded him of an older Betty let her skirt fall down over his head. And Jim was all alone in the cunty darkness with her delectable strong odor of pussy.
He had felt deliriously smothered, plucking at her cuntlips . . . sucking up her ample. juices . . . rubbing his hands up and down her thighs . . . and hearing her little cries and squeals while his head was poked up her skirt.
He had licked and sucked that cunt till he got her off, her body convulsing so that he had to hold her up, grasping her silken thighs.
His head free of her skirt, his chin dripping with pussy juice, he felt wild and lusty and mean. He pulled her to the floor and pushed her skirt up above her waist. He dug his hands into the plunging neckline she wasn't wearing a bra. He pulled out the two ripe full knockers.
He pressed and twisted down on them with the palms of his hands. He felt more delirious than ever. He thought maybe he whispered Betty's name. Maybe he imagined he was forcing Betty to abandon herself just once completely to the wild and wonderful sex act.
He pushed against her inner thighs, prying her legs wide apart. She lifted her head partway up, a smile on her lips, thinking that now she would be fucked. Instead he rubbed the loose folds of skin on her snatch, pulled apart the lips. His finger found her twitching clit. He nudged it. She was all hot and horny from the pussy eating he'd given her.
She squealed. And she came.
Her head dropped back onto the floor. Surely he would fuck her now. The watching guests moved closer.
Jim pushed his finger deeper into her cunt hole. He pulled it back again and gently toyed with her clit, driving her wild with such sweet torture.
"Fuck me!" The plea was torn in a ragged tone from Ethel's parched throat.
Jim chuckled and kept toying with her clit, spreading the pussy wider. Wish I could get Betty to beg like that, he thought.
She pleaded and pleaded. Then she could no longer speak. He had her at such a fantastic pitch, without letting her go. Her pussy was all gushy with juice. She was drooling, whimpering, saliva running down one corner of her lips.
He made her pop, playing with her clit like that.
He pushed two fingers up her coozie.
"Your cock. Let me . . . have your.. . cock," she panted.
He twisted his fingers around inside her, squeezing one of her titties at the same time. Then, playing with her titties, he began teasing her clit again. Teased till she began laughing hysterically.
"Cock, cock . . . cock!" she squealed, her head rolling from side to side, her fleshy body writhing.
And then and only then did Jim fuck her, realizing she really couldn't stand any more of it.
He pushed his stiff dick into her fluttery hot pussy to the nuts. She gave a heavy ecstatic sigh as the cock meat plunged into her gushy cunt. She lifted her legs high, then lowered them so that her heels beat at the small of his back like on a tom-tom while Jim gave her a deep hard fuck, not letting up.
Not letting up, but lasting and lasting, because of all those other fucks. A great state to be in fucking and still insatiable, but able to last and last.
He satisfied that hot pussy of Ethel's, all right. She was whimpering when he pulled his dick from her cunt hole, a dick dripping and shiny with cunt juice and cum. But a smile of bliss was on her lips. She'd been satisfied. She'd had enough. His body was bathed in sweat Some body gave him a cool drink. He was being congratulated, as if he'd won a prize fight. He heard someone say in awe: "He fucked her for half an hour. I timed it!"
Jim's body was sweaty now. His cock had got hard, thinking about those wild scenes. He hadn't had a hard on for the three days he'd been back.
He walked over to the bed and lay down. Soon he heard a car enter the driveway next door. Kevin and Mira had returned from L.A. He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp so they would know he was home. He'd put his car in the garage.
I'll wait awhile, he thought. Then I'll walk over to the window and let her see my hard on. And I'll go over like I did the other night. And maybe . . . yeah maybe I'll tell them I'll go with them to Dallas . . . to all those other places. He felt wild and reckless again. He didn't care.
Why not? he thought.
When Betty paid the cab fare she hurried towards the front door. She rang the doorbell, feeling too apprehensive to look for her key in her disorganized purse. The house was so dark and silent. Of course it was later after midnight. Maybe he was asleep. But she had the sinking feeling he simply was not there. And at this hour.
Finally she let herself in. She set her one suitcase in the hall and hurried back to the bedroom. The bedside lamp was on. Her heart leaped. But he was nowhere in sight. She called him. No answer. But he'd been here. He'd laid atop the bed. The covers were crumpled. She called again. Obviously he'd gone out again.
And at this hour, she thought again, feeling hollow and terribly alone. She fell onto the bed, crying. God how she wanted him. Wanted to show him how she'd changed, what she could offer him now. Now that she was a woman.
She cried until she'd exhausted all her tears. Then she lay silent and still, memories invading her mind. Lusty Gus, giving her that well deserved spanking, fucking away her primness. Sweet hot Dennis, awakening the mature woman in her.. .
Oh give me a chance! she begged silently.
She became aware of the oppressive heat. She got up and tore out of her clothes. She took a good long shower. She put on a soft cotton robe. She still felt overheated. She suddenly could hardly breathe. She walked over to the opened window. She let her robe flow open. The night air felt good on her exposed titties, excitingly erotic.
She arched her back, breathing deeply. If only Jim were here now to sink his fingers into the slick flesh of those breasts!
"Oh god!" she sighed aloud and pushed her finger up the tapering hole of her cunt.
She gasped. She was suddenly aware that someone stood at the window across the driveway. She did not obey her first impulse to jump away out of sight. She stood transfixed where she was, her finger up her coozie, her robe flowing open, revealing her upraised titties.
She saw the unmistakable outline of a man at the window. He was watching her. Her pulse raced faster with excitement. He stepped closer to the window so that the moonlight and the stars gave her a better view. He was naked too. And Mr. cock was gigantically erected.
She had never spoken to her new neighbors. An attractive couple.
My god, she thought, feverishly shedding her robe. This was crazy. But she couldn't help herself. She ached for Jim so. And she had lost him. And it was so exciting, being watched, and desired.
She stood nude for her neighbor's probing eyes, her back arched to lift her boobs high, her chin up proudly. She let him look a good long time. She walked back to unlock the back door. She appeared at the window again. JHe was still there. She stood another long moment. Then she went over and lay on the bed, heart pounding.
He'll be here, she thought. Soon! He'll be here!
Nothing had happened sexually before Kevin spotted Betty at the window. Jim had walked over nude, hot and ready. But for some reason he soon cooled. Anxiety probably. Ah he could talk about was his wife, Betty. He agreed to go with them to Dallas, then changed his mind, then agreed to it again.
Poor guy. He really wasn't cut out for the life style Kevin and Mira led. A good party once in awhile maybe. But that was all. Too bad he seemed to be married to such a cool little girl wife.
Then he'd spotted Betty. And wow! That look on her face. So sensual and yearning little girl hell!
When she removed her robe, Kevin urged Jim over by the window but cautioned him to stay out j of sight.
"Jesus!" Jim gasped, as if seeing his wife for the first time.
"What are you going to do about it?" Kevin said.
Betty waited. It seemed an eternity. Maybe he hadn't realized she'd unlocked the door for him. But surely he would try.
Then she heard the soft sound of the back door cautiously opening and closing. She heard footsteps bare footed footsteps. She began to tremble, from fear and excitement. My god; she I must have been crazy to do such a wild thing!
Then someone was entering her room. She tensed. Waiting. He would have to leave. She had acted rashly, inviting a strange man here, inviting him without words, with her naked body. He would understand. He must understand . . .
She lifted her head partway up. She gasped i loudly. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Jim!" she cried.
Jim, entering the room, naked as she was. And hard cocked, hot. He paused at the foot of the bed, grinning at her.
"I was visiting next door," he said. "But I think I have what I want at home."
"Jim," she whispered.
He rushed to her as she opened wide her legs. He pushed his cock into her.
"Darling," she shuddered.
He kept his cock buried in her to the nuts while he reached oven to turn out the bedside table lamp. So that Mira and Kevin would see only darkness here in this room. It had been exciting in the light, watching, being watched. A part of the erotic experience.
But now they were alone together in the private and intimate darkness. He began to fuck.