Chapter 11
Doris was hooked.
Hooked on Walter Briggs' big thick cock. Hooked on his boundless sexual imagination and enthusiasm.; Hooked on the good feelings that flowed through her eager body almost constantly throughout the weekend.
If Walter wasn't feeding the redhead some delicious concoction he had made himself, he was luring her body to new high points of intense erotic abandon.
By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, Doris was walking around with a glow on, the likes of which, she had never known before. She may have had some slight difficulty walking, for the exercise chafed her swollen and well-used pussy. But she was a happy sufferer, with a contented tingling cunt.
"Well, Walter," she told the older man as they prepared to lock up the cabin. (She had finally learned to be comfortable with his given name.) "This has been some kind of a weekend. I don't know what to make of it exactly, but I'll never forget it."
Walter was pleased all the way down to his comfortable old boots. He had accomplished his purpose. He had won the respect of his lovely neighbor. He noticed with satisfaction that she didn't even mention the pictures on the ride down the mountain. That was good. He had no intention of giving them to her, and he didn't want to spoil the perfect weekend with a scene.
It was evidence of how enthusiastic Doris was about his skilled lovemaking that she was no longer even concerned about being blackmailed.
He dropped her several blocks from the duplex, so she could take a bus the last little way. It was a small precaution, to make sure Harry would remain totally in the dark about their wild weekend.
Harry was watching a ballgame on TV when Doris came in. He raised his cheek for her customary welcoming kiss. "I'm glad to see you, Doris. I'm getting hungry, and I wasn't looking forward to eating beans again."
In the kitchen, Doris tied on her practical cotton apron. She thought briefly of the sexy pink apron she had worn up at the cabin and sighed. She wondered when Walter Briggs would next call on her to work out her debt. After this past weekend, she felt perfectly willing to remain a victim to her blackmailer's whims indefinitely.
As soon as she got home from work Monday evening, Doris gathered up the week's laundry and went downstairs. It had been an exhausting workday. Her boss had been demanding, both sexually and work-wise. She would have liked to just sit back and relax, but tonight was to be the first night of a business arithmetic class BUI had arranged for her to take. She would have to hurry if she was to get the laundry finished before class-time.
As she was unraveling the sheets to stuff them into the washer, something bright yellow fell onto the floor. Doris did not recognize the garment and she bent down curiously to retrieve it.
It was a pair of brief lacy panties. And they weren't her panties. Automatically Doris went through the process of filling the machine and adding detergent, pressing the 'on' switch. But she was aware of none of her actions. Hex brain was racing frantically for an explanation for the yellow panties.
The only explanation that seemed plausible did not please Doris at all. Was it possible that Harry, good old faithful stolid Harry, had been entertain- ing a strange woman in her absence?
Doris stomped up the basement stairs and poured herself a drink. The more she thought about her husband's treachery, the more angry she became. Even in her overwrought state, she knew that her anger was illogical. After all, she herself had just come back from a wild weekend, the retelling of which would make. a madam blush. And she had spent two coffee breaks today sucking her boss's cock. Her indignation at Harry could by no stretch of the imagination be termed righteous.
But it was there ... and it was powerful. The hardest part to accept was that, all along, Harry had been deceiving her about his-true nature. While pretending to be mild-mannered as Clark Kent, he had been plotting and executing a plan to bring another woman into her bed!
"The nerve of the man!" she ratted as she drained her scotch. "God, you can't trust anybody these days!" Her first impulse was to go next door and seduce Walter out of spite.
Then her agile brain started working. Harry had gone to work early this morning, which meant that he would be coming home earlier, probably not long after she left for her class. She wondered if her dear husband had made any plans for her convenient absence. The thought of surprising him at his infidelity started the blood pounding through her veins. "I'll catch the bastard at it!" she decided. Right away, she felt better.
She braced herself with another scotch, put the clothes safely in the dryer, then she left the house. She even carried a notebook with her, to make her puspose seem normal. She walked slowly down to the neighborhood coffee shop and had a cup of coffee. The she headed back toward the duplex.
Harry was home. She could tell by the fact that every tight in the house seemed to be on. It was one of Harry's extravagances. It made him feel prosperous to be able to bum all the lights in the evening. Doris's only problem now was to determine whether or not her husband was alone.
Her only clue was a powder blue Ford parked right in front of the duplex. It was a weak clue. The car could belong to someone visiting any one of the neighbors. But.Doris had a hunch that any girl who would wear frilly yellow panties just might go for such a wishy-washy blue car. Nothing the hypothetical other woman did could seem right at the moment to Doris.
She lingered for several minutes in the shadow of a hedge, to see if anything new might develop. When there was no stirring of life in or around her home, she decided to go inside.
Softly, she let herself in the front door. The living room was empty, but Doris had her proof now that Harry was not alone. A woman's blue all-weather coat hung over the back of Harry's favorite chair. Doris began to seethe inside, but she put the lid on her turbulent emotions. She did not want to disturb the pair... not yet.
She crept carefully down the hall to the bedroom. The door was ajar, so she had to be careful approaching. She soon saw, however, that she needn't have worried so much about detection. The couple were far too absorbed in what they were doing to pay much attention to anything else.
"Oh Harry! You're such a wonderful lover! God, you really know how to do it to me!" Despite her own pleasures of the past days and weeks, Doris felt an immediate intense pang of jealousy. This woman was telling her husband what a good lay he was! She wondered why Harry never extended himself in bed for her. It was his quick on-again, off-again routine that had sent her looking for other men in the first place.
"Oh, baby ... that's because you turn me on so much!"
Doris gritted her teeth. So I don't' turn you on, is that it? she fumed. She watched her husband pause astride the shapely blonde's loins. His cock remained embedded deep in the other woman's pussy.
"Am I even sexier than your wife, Harry?" The blonde's voice teased the older man.
"You make me feel sexier, Emily. That's the important part."
"Oh, Harry... do it to me some more! Your cock feels so nice up in my pussy!"
As she knelt just outside the door, Doris tried to assess the justice of Harry's complaint. The redhead had always assumed that she was a sexy woman, that being with her should be enough to turn any man on. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe lately, she hadn't put out enough effort to seduce her own husband. Maybe she had let the romance slip put of their relationship. But she figured Harry was just as responsible for the oversight as she was. It took two to keep lust and titillation brewing.
To her own surprise, Doris was deriving quite a bit bf titillation from watching her husband's swollen prick moving in and out of the young blonde's welcoming cunt. Now that she was looking more closely, Doris realized that the strange woman in her bed was a clerk at the shoe store Harry worked at. Doris had met her once, and hadn't liked her. She had felt the young blonde was a snob who put on airs.
The woman called Emily was not putting on any airs right now. She was moaning and wriggling under her co-worker's hard, deep impalements like a cat in heat. Doris watched her pink pussy^lips cling greedily to Harry's turgid organ as he pulled out of her. Their lure was obviously strong, for almost immediately, Harry sent his cock soaring back up inside. Her cunt-lips nibbled his impaling rod in hungry welcome, "God, it's tight in there, Emily! My prick feels like it's going to bust right open!"
The blonde's whimpers became urgent. "Oh don't do that yet, Harry! Not yet... please!"
"Don't worry, baby! I've hardly even started on you!"
While the young woman mewled contentedly, Doris thought back on all the times Harry had cum quickly in her, leaving her to finish out her orgasm with her fingers. She felt betrayed by the greater interest and consideration he was showing the cither woman. Never once did she think about the wanton way in which she responded to her boss at work. Right now, Harry was the villain in her mind. No extenuating circumstances could make him seem less of a cruel, heartless bastard.
She was tempted to barge into the bedroom and break up the fun right then. But her curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to find out just how far the adulterous lovers would go.
For several minutes more, amidst Emily's groans and wails, Harry maintained his deep-fucking rhythm into the blonde's writhing pussy. She' squirmed her ass lustfully up to meet his every instroke. From .time to time, her arms pulled his head down to her so she could kiss him greedily. "Mmmmmm, it's sooooo good!" she murmured.
Harry suddenly seemed to get an inspiration. He pulled out of her, and urged her over onto hands and knees. "Come on, baby! Let me fuck you from behind!"
"Oooooohh, yesssss... I love to get it doggie-style! Oooooohhh, Harry!" She thrust her round white ass-cheeks back in search of the older man's long fleshy cock-shaft.
With bated breath, Doris watched her husband guide his cock-tip toward the alluring slit between the blonde's thighs. At last he found his goal, her soft yielding hole, and shoved forward. "Uuuuuuhhh, God ... it's so tight this way, baby! Feels great!"
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh . . . oooooooohhh ... Aaaaahhh!" Emily screwed her buttocks furiously back against Harry's pummeling cock. Her tongue protruded between her. lips as her face became contorted with lust. From time to time, she would look back wantonly at Harry, and Doris could see just how much the other woman was enjoying her husband's tireless pummeling.
Though twinges of jealousy attacked Doris from time to time, her anger was fast giving way to a building excitement. For the first time, she was seeing Harry not just as her reliable old man, but as a virile, potent lover. His hard, swollen cock-shaft looked downright tantalizing as it worked its way in and out of the woman's clenching eager pussy. The blonde's cries of delight excited Doris's cunt to grow wet against her panties.. It was as if Harry had suddenly become a whole new man in her eyes. A desirable man. An unknown quality.
Doris's graying husband firmly gripped the lush swells of Emily's ass and held her steady while he reamed her with long lunging strokes. He seemed strong and forceful as any young stud, the way his lean buttocks clenched and thrust, clenched and thrust, with untiring gusto. The look of lusty hunger on his face sent a perverse dart of desire through Doris's cunt. Harry, same old Harry .. .he was an exciting man!
The older man was amazed by his own capacity for pleasure with his young, sexy co-worker. He wanted to do everything to her. He wanted to give her a sexual experience she would never forget. Suddenly, he turned her over onto her back once again and spreadeagled her. Crawling in between her thighs, he spread the folds of her pussy and began to investigate the delicate hills and valleys with his tongue. He loved the taste of her juices, so copious now from the thorough fucking he. had been giving her.
"Aaaaaaiiieeeeee! Oh God yes! I love it! I love having my pussy sucked, you darling man, you!" The blonde writhed like a demented creature while Harry held tight to her thighs and probed her cunt with his agile tongue. She began to buck her pussy up toward him, urging his tongue deeper. Her blonde hair flew from side to side on the bed as. she writhed in total erotic abandon.
The longer she watched, the more amazed Doris became. Harry was doing the most wonderful things to the young hussy he had brought into their bed. Even as her cunt tingled-hungrily, Doris felt resentment for all the times she had wanted Harry to be this way with her. The times he had cum quickly in her craving pussy, and rolled over to sleep.
Torn between conflicting emotions, Doris pulled her skirt up to her waist and slid a hand into her panties. Something had to be done about the hot throbbing in her anxious pussy. She stroked the swollen bud of her clitoris, and had to struggle to keep from moaning aloud. It felt so good! Round and round her fingertip moved, the sensations growing more powerful as it became wet with her free-flowing juices. Then she thrust her finger farther back and jabbed the spongy entrance to her cunt. "Uuhh..." She fought back the cry, and gingerly worked her finger back up to her clitoris. She spread her knees slightly on the hall carpet, and worked abandonedly inside her wet panties. With this taunting titillation, the scene in the bedroom took on a new lascivious fascination. It was like watching through rose-tinted glasses.
Harry's cheeks were streaked now with his lover's juices, but still he kept on working, sucking the pleasure right out of her trembling pussy-slit. At last his hard cock could stand no more deprivation. He lay down on his back next to the girl. "Come on, baby! Get on top of me! Make yourself feel good!"
At once, the blonde scrambled up over the reclining man. She grabbed hold of his hard prick and held it upright. She guided her craving pussy down onto the swollen, throbbing head. "Uuuuuuhhh ..." Her wanton moans filled the room as she enclosed the filling organ in her craving pussy.
She began to work her hips sensuously up and down over the rigid cock. Her lust-distorted face and wild cries told how much she enjoyed the salacious power of being on top, of forcing the man's big prick into her pussy again and again.
Through excitement-dimmed eyes, Doris watched the new developments in the bedroom.
Her wet pussy begged for some of the titillation the lovers in the next room were experiencing.
Her mind was made up. Damn the consequences! She was going in there!