Chapter 3

"Well, what happened in the hairy old world today?" Jennifer Waverly asked her husband as he entered the house that afternoon.

"Who's here?" he asked.

"Just Clara. She's out in the kitchen, doing her thing." The lovely redhead gestured airily.

"Lead me to the martinis."

"They're out on the patio, friend husband."

"Come on." He gave her a pat on the seat of her snug, thin pants. Her ass bounced pleasantly.

"You look as if something's wrong," Jennifer said as they settled themselves on the patio, on opposite sides of the small table that bore the cocktail mixer and glasses.

"Wait until I tell you." He poured their drinks. "Yesterday's bright, shining bubble has exploded in thin air."

"You mean ... the promotion?" "Yeah, damn it. Lyle's wife was in to see Brower this morning."

"Elizabeth? For God's sake! What kind of a man is Lyle, getting her to do that? "

"You haven't heard what she did yet. You won't believe it. I didn't, at first. But the story's all over the office, and nobody would have the guts to make up a thing like that"

"Like what, for heaven's sake?"

He watched his wife closely and lowered his voice, "Like Lyle getting Elizabeth to come in and throw herself at old Brower in order to save his job. Brower's secretary walked in on them."

"And ...?" Jennifer leaned forward attentively.

"She saw sweet little Lizzie sucking Brower's cock."

"Good God in heaven," Jennifer said, flabbergasted.

"So there goes our promotion, you can bet your sweet life. We can't compete with that kind of action." Don took a large sip of his martini.

"Sucking his cock?" Jennifer repeated incredulously.

'That was it And after that, I suppose he fucked her. They were in there together for a long time."

"But they were seen! And the whole office knows about it That's going to ruin Lyle, isn't it?"

"Listen, baby, in our little playpen it makes not a particle of difference what anybody thinks, except Brower. You know that If Lyle's wife got him to commit himself, and I presume she did, I am up shit creek without a paddle."

"Hmmmm."

"What's that for?"

"I was thinking." She gazed off in the distance as she kissed the rim of her glass. "There's such a thing as fighting fire with fire."

"You're kidding!" He sat bolt upright.

"Well, we have to do something. We can't just sit and let this happen to us."

"It's already happened, baby."

"You don't know for certain. Brower's a tough nut, as you've frequently told me. Maybe he didn't commit himself to Liz. She could have been just working on spec."

'The whole thing surprises me," he said thoughtfully, and took a sip from his glass. "Liz has always seemed so ladylike."

"Well, what's unladylike about cocksucking?" Jennifer inquired softly. 'The finest ladies do it. Even your very own wife."

"With me, sure."

"It isn't shocking to think Liz might do it with Brower. What's shocking is that she let it happen in the office, and that she was caught at it. Lord, what a chop! Shell never live it down."

Don was studying her. "You're more broadminded than I thought"

She smiled. "Husbands rarely suspect how broadminded their wives are."

They both had something to think about, and they sat quietly for a few moments as they sipped their cocktails. Then Clara appeared at the sliding glass doorway and announced dinner.

Nothing more was said about the office situation until the Waverlys were alone together in their bedroom that night

Jennifer brought up the subject, as she stood next to the bed. She wore lacy panties only. Her bare tits stuck out provocatively.

'Tell the truth now," she said, smiling at Don, who sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you think Lyle has more bargaining power in his corner than you have?"

'That's not the point," Don insisted. "We're not going to bargain on that basis."

"Lyle chose the basis. We didn't"

She got down on her hands and knees on the bed, beside her husband.

He gazed at her delightful tits, which were superbly shaped and still firm in spite of her twenty-seven years. They couldn't have been more appetizing when she was seventeen. They tapered conically to luscious, pale-pink tips.

He brought his hand around one of them and gave it a tentative squeeze.

"What is your opinion, sir?" she purred.

"That you've got a helluva fine set of boobies - and I want to keep them all to myself."

"I have more than boobies going for me," she said. "Care to check out the rest of my assets?"

He ran his hand down her graceful back and over the upholstered bump of her silk-covered fanny. He patted it and enjoyed the springy jiggle.

He took hold of the waist elastic of her panties at both sides and slid them down. He ran his hand along her belly and into the fluffy, red curls on her mound.

"You're turning me on," she warned.

He said, "I want you turned on tonight. I want to forget what a disappointing day I've had."

"It isn't disappointing yet."

She rolled into his arms and fastened her mouth onto his. She gave him her sweet tongue. They kissed heatedly. Her tits agitated against his bare chest. His cock came up.

When Jennifer was warm and playful like this, she appealed to him strongly. But she could be a bitch at times. That, he supposed, was a wife's prerogative. But that also was why he played around on the side, with Nancy and others. They couldn't afford to act bitch toward him.

Jennifer slid her warm, moist mouth down, across his chin, along his throat, and through the coarse, dark hairs on his chest. Her hand dug into his pajama pants and brought out his stiff prick.

She bowed her head to his lap, taking the swollen glans into her mouth. She laved it with her tongue and sucked. As she moved her head, her red hair shimmered erotically in the subdued light

"Baby ... baby . .." he murmured, and his hands gently cradled her bobbing, twisting head.

She suddenly lifted her mouth from his prick. She smiled teasingly. "Want more?"

"Yes!"

She chuckled and went down on him again. This time she thoroughly licked his cockhead before she enclosed it in her warm, sucking mouth. She bobbed her head up and down rhythmmmically.

She was going to let him finish that .way tonight. How wonderful! When she treated him like this, she could get just about anything she wanted. He knew what she wanted now. She wanted him to tell her it was all right for her to make a play for Brower.

Well, there was something to be said for it, he had to admit. He didn't want to be an assistant sales manager for the rest of his life. With the promotion and raise they could buy the boat they'd been wanting, and he would be a man to be reckoned with at Brower Electronics.

But he wasn't thinking about this now. He was totally mesmerized by Jennifer's mouth which slid suckingly up and down on his throbbing, stiff pecker and by the bobbing of her red hair, like dancing fire.

Her tongue worked with her lips. Her teeth and palate scraped him. After a while, he lay back against the bed and closed his eyes.

Jennifer kept sucking, sucking at his cock... flickering and sliding her tongue against it.. . fondling his tense, drawn-up balls. His nerves drew tighter and tighter. He groaned pleasurably and writhed.

She bobbed her head faster. He was about to erupt. He held it off as long as he could, so as to derive the greatest possible pleasure from the act

But finally he could hold off no longer. With a harsh growl of triumph, he bucked upward, jamming his hot dick deep into his wife's throat, and he let go, convulsing and spurting his thick, warm cream into her gullet

She swallowed it all without flinching. She kept her mouth around his cockhead and kept sucking until his balls were dry. Then she slowly raised her head, letting his softening prick slide free. It fell moistly and heavily to the side.

She crawled up next to her husband and offered her mouth for his kiss. He kissed it gratefully, plunging his tongue inside. He tasted his semen in her mouth.

When they were lying side-by-side under the covers, and the light was out, she said, "Invite Brower out here for an evening. Then you arrange to get a call from somebody - anybody at all, so long as it sounds like you're being called away on something urgent. Go out and bowl a few games. Give me just two hours with that old bastard."

"Jennifer..."

"Come on now. You know it's the only thing for us to do. It won't soil me, darling. And remember, I'm doing it for us."

"Well, you remember something, also: I didn't ask you to do it"

"Of course you didn't, Don." They kissed again.