Chapter 4
Things did not work out as planned that evening for Doris and her boss. Mrs. Swenson, the boss's quiet, mousy-looking wife came by about four-thirty and invited Bill to take her to dinner.
Bill agreed reluctantly. He had been looking forward to the after-hours "work" session as much as Doris had. His wife was a good woman, and he couldn't have asked for a better mother for his three children. But she lacked Doris's zest, her spice for Ufe and love and sex. Their children under the-age of four kept Mrs. Swenson well mired in the routine of day-to-day practicalities.
"See you tomorrow, Doris." He winked back at the pretty redhead as the three of them parted in the street outside the office building. "Come prepared for a heavy day. Lots of work to do."
Doris grinned and waved at the couple as they drove off in their car. She felt a pang of sympathy for Mrs. Swenson, but it soon vanished. Surely Mrs. Swenson had what she wanted out of life-three lovely children, a pretty baby girl and twin three-year-old boys. She had a handsome, up-and-coming husband who Doris knew would never leave his wife. Bill had told Doris his wife just wasn't that interested in sex.
Well, Doris was. And so was Bill. They weren't hurting anybody by indulging their preferences in this harmless affair. What the spouses didn't know, didn't hurt them.
As she rode the bus home, Doris began mentally to rehash the day's events. She began to relive the titillating moments when she had kneeled on the office floor sucking her boss's cock. Her cunt began to flare with renewed excitement. She decided she had better cool it. Harry would be working late tonight, so she couldn't count on even a quickie for several hours. Better to put her mind on other thoughts less distracting.
She stopped in at a lingerie shop on the walk home from the bus stop. Now that she had the extra money from her earnings, Doris was able to indulge her taste for pretty things more often. She bought several pairs of panties, a negligee and a sexy, easy-open bra. She was thinking of Bill when she bought them, not her husband. She knew
Harry would find her attractive in a gunnysack.
Only with Billdid whe know the titillating thrill of seducing a man with her expert female wiles and her boundless sexuality.
Doris, was beginning to feel quietly superior to Harry. For the first time in her life, she was learning that she could get along without him. Being alone would not necessarily mean returning to poverty. She was attractive. She was sexy, far sexier than poor Harry could keep up with. Her secret made her feel smarter than Harry. After all, she knew something he didn't. That made him a fool.
At home in her clean but unimpressive apartment, she tried on the new bra and panties. She slipped the lacy black negligee overtop and admired her lush figure in the big bedroom mirror. The negligee was just sheer enough to promise all the secrets contained in her generous cleavage and the tight little mound of her cunt-but not sheer enough to show everything. "Not bad," she decided as she posed and pirouetted in front of the mirror.
As she expected no company for the evening, she decided to remain dressed in her provocative outfit. She turned on the stereo, and while the soft bewitching instrumental music floated into the apartment, she poured herself a generous scotch and soda. Only when she was seated comfortably on the couch, looking glamorous and feeling tipsy from the first hit of alcohol on an.empty stomach, did Doris realize that she was much too excited to just sit and relax. She needed action. Any action.
Her session with Bill this afternoon had left her too hot and bothered to sit still. She could still feel his smooth fleshy cock in her mouth. She could still taste the zesty bite of his semen. Her pussy throbbgd unappeased inside her new sexy black panties. Bill had made unspecified promises for tomorrow, but tomorrow right now seemed like a million years away.
Like a message from heaven, the loud knock on the Meyers' front door seemed to come at just the right time. Doris had no idea who it might be, but she was anxious for company. Even if it was the paper boy, she was ready to talk his ear off.
It wasn't the paper boy. It was a tall, blond man, about thirty, with a trim mustache and a very interesting gleam in his eye. He held an attache case in his right hand. His eyes surveyed Doris's lush body in its provocative attire quickly and expertly. Satisfied with the results, he smiled once again directly into her eyes. "Good evening. My name is Mel Sears. I have some very fine hair-care products I'd like to show you. May I come in?"
Doris grinned the knowing grin of a newly initiated woman of the world.
Before she met Bill Swenson, she probably would have been shy and ill-at-ease in this handsome stranger's presence. With her new
Bill-instilled self-confidence, she felt sure of her own attractiveness. It was easy for her to demonstrate her interest in him. "Yes, you may. I was just about to die of boredom. You arrived just like the answer to a maiden's prayer." The alcohol had made Doris doubly bold. She was pleased by the fleeting thought that her husband would not be home for more than three hours. No hurry. She could just see what would happen.
The pretty redhead's suggestive words raised the handsome stranger's eyebrows. He followed her into the living room, his eyes gravitating to the taut wriggle of her ass under the sensual material of the negligee. One look at the living room told Mel Sears everything he needed to know. Clean, modest home. Bored, good-looking housewife, who undoubtedly did not get laid nearly as often as she would like. She was ripe for picking. Mel's hunter instincts came on full alert. He was not the kind of man to pass up a sure thing. He enjoyed the fringe benefits of a salesman's life.
Doris went behind the bar to mix them both a drink. She watched his handsome profile as he surveyed the living room, looked at the few books stacked alongside the tropical fish tank. They were more for show than practical use. Neither she nor Harry did much reading.
Though his eyes were elsewhere, Doris knew with a sure woman's instinct that his thoughts were on her. She had liked the way he looked at her in her sexy outfit. Straightforward and interested.
This Mel Sears was obviously an honest man with an honest, healthy interest in the opposite sex. Just the kind of man she liked.
Thoughts of her husband were far from her mind right now. As far as her conscience was concerned, she was able to dismiss her plans for Mel Sears as easily as she dismissed her affair with her employer. What Harry didn't know couldn't hurt him.
The music that continued to pour from the stereo made Doris feel light, free, excited. She swayed rhythmically across the room and handed Mel his drink. She sipped long and deep on hers, then set it aside. "Do you like to dance?" she asked him. Her body continued to move with the music. She held her arms out to him, inviting him to join her.
Mel took his cue. He put his glass down after draining it in one long hefty swallow. "Sure ... I love to dance. Especially with beautiful women. By the way, I don't even know your name." He held her very close and began to lead her easily around the floor.
Doris put both arms tightly around his neck. Her chest rubbed shamelessly against his, forcing her ripe full tits flat against him. The feeling titillated her. With her mouth hovering next to his ear, she spoke. "What would you like to call me?" she asked.
He held her at arms' length for a minute and looked into her eyes. His own eyes danced with amusement. He pulled her close once again and began to rove his hands searchingly over her back and her taut, swelling buttocks. The resilient feel of her young flesh made his cock lurch in his pants. "Mmmm, baby," he moaned, "I think I'd like to call you 'lover'."
She felt the telltale swell of his growing cock prodding against her belly. The sensation was dazzling. She caught her breath and wriggled her ass back against his searching hands. Her cunt flared with arousal. She leaned her head back and searched for his mouth.
Their kiss was long and deep. Their tongues dueled hungrily, experimented with one another, tested the extent of their sensuality. Bot kissed freely and openly, giving themselves up totally to the experience. Both liked the results.
"Hey, lover__" His low murmur was sensual, hypnotic. "I'd like to get to know you better..." There was no doubt in Doris's mind about what her reply should be. She was wet and eager. She knew what she needed, and that was the only consideration that meant anything to her at the moment. "Why don't we go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable?"
He picked her up easily in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He threw her down on the bed and hastily began to remove his clothes.
She leaned back and watched him strip, waiting for the.magic moment when his penis would be revealed to her rapt gaze. He stepped out of his pants and stood naked, his erect cock swaying menacingly from his loins. His lusty grin told her it was all for her. "Well, baby?"
"God, it's a lovely cock!" She started to crawl down toward the bottom of the bed. Her intention obviously was to take hold of his prick. He thwarted her plans by pushing her onto her back so she lay helpless and panting beneath him.
"You sure are a good-looking man!" she sighed. The alcohol racing through her veins had totally destroyed her inhibitions. She was shamelessly hungry for this stranger's thick handsome cock. It was all she cared about in the midst of her aroused abandon. She stared up at him, anxious to see what he would do next.
Mel knew exactly what he wanted to do. Slowly, he parted the veil of her negligee. He gripped hold of her black panties and pulled them down, down over her thighs. He threw them aside carelessly and spread her naked legs wide. Crawling close in between them, he leaned fonyard and parted her pink pussy-lips, exposing them to full view under the tangled bush of her red cunt-hair. "God, that's a sweet little pussy!" His voice was thick. With an urgent grunt, he began to lick up along her wet gleaming cunt-lips.
Doris was ecstatic at her good fortune. If there was one thrill that pleased her more than any other, it was the prurient excitement of watching a man kissing and licking her wide-open snatch. Even better than the watching was the feeling. Her passion grew a thousandfold at the first hot stab of his tongue. From there, it only got better: "Aaaaaiiiieeeeee! Mmmmm ... ooooooohh .. .I love it! It's soooooo sexy!"
Closing her eyes tight, Doris rocked her head hypnotically from side to side. The center of her attention was the spot where that talented tongue was dipping' and- lapping and gliding over the sensitized flesh of tier pussy. He stabbed his tongue stiff and poker-like against the rising bud of her clitoris. Then he slid it down over the wet folds that bordered the entrance to her cunt. Finally, he twirled it round the puckered sphincter beneath. Then the process would repeat, each time with more enthusiasm, more skill, more abandon than the time before.
Mel was delighted with the uninhibited responses of the half-clad redhead lying beneath him. Her eager little wriggles, her low urgent moans made his cock throb cobra-like between his thighs. For just a -moment, he raised his head from his lascivious task and looked at her. Her negligee was parted from the belly down, lewdly exposing the flat smooth roundness of her stomach and the thick bright patch of red cunt-hair. He looked up at her face as her eyes, opened and looked pleadingly into his.
"More?" Her feeble moan was half question, half command.
Mel was happy to oblige the lady in distress. He grinned reassuringly before bending forward once again. His lips puckered around the pink fleshy lips of her pussy and sucked hard.
"Uuuuuhhhh!" Once again, Doris clenched her eyes tight and enjoyed the feelings coursing through her passion-possessed body. His tireless mouth drew responses from her eager loins that she hadn't known she was capable of. She began to hump her pelvis rhythmically upward, in an obscenje attempt to fuck his tongue with her anxious, hungering cunt. "Christ, it feels so good! Oooohh ... jeez! Do it to me, Mel honey! Do it!'* She sucked in air bet ween, her clenched teeth as she encouraged the man to have his way with her fevered body.
The young salesman had seldom had to work for his pleasure the way he was working this evening. But he was loving every minute of it. He loved the tangy rich flavor of her juices that flowed freely from her aroused pussy. He loved the way her cunt-mound bounced up off the bed to meet his lingual caresses. Her eagerness inspired his. His cock was pulsing almost painfully now. His uppermost thought was: if she responds like this just to being sucked, what will she be like when I-get my prick stuffed into her hungry snatch?!
The prospect overwhelmed him. It wouldn't be long now before he would have to find out. The comfort of his rigid cock demanded that he act soon.
The pleasure-sensations seemed to accumulate somewhere in the pit of her belly, forcing Doris to greater and greater efforts under the man's probing rriouth. She was getting so close to what she needed so badly. Her womb was exploding with pleasure. Her tits were throbbing in instinctive response. There was no reality any more except that prodding tongue, those nibbling lips. And the pleasure ... the sheer roiling, churning pleasure ... "Aaaaaggghhhhhh! Oooohhh ... shit... I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" She ground her pussy into his face and worked out the catapulting energy breaking free of her shuddering body. He could feel her pussy-walls clasping convulsively, milking his tongue as she writhed beneath him.
The sheer brutal energy of her climax inspired Mel to urgent lust. He could not wait another moment. He wanted pussy! He wanted to sink his cock deep in the warm seething hole of her craving twat. He crawled up over her squirming form and began to pull her clothes away from her body. In his haste, he ripped her new negligee. Neither of them paid any attention. There were other things on their minds. He cast her brassiere into a corner of the room. The sight of her full, upthrusting tits beckoned him forcefully. He had to suck them. Just for a minute.
His lips worked hungrily over first one heaving mound of flesh, and then the other. In his passion, he bit her delicate pink nipples. There was pain, but the overriding sensation was pleasure. She was wanting ... so much. She wanted that thick filling cock up inside her pulsating cunt.
"Oooohhhhh ... oooooohhh ... I'm so hot, Mel darling! I want you inside me! I want you to fuck me!"
Mel was hypnotized by her gravity-defying tits. "In a minute, lover. Don't worry. I'm going to do you good."
Completely unknown to them, Mel and Doris had an observer. A very interested observer.
Walter Briggs' mouth hung open in pure mute admiration as he watched his lovely neighbor writhing in passionate lust under the body of a man not her husband. He allowed himself a little smile of satisfaction.
Just as he had suspected! Doris Meyers was having herself a little fun on the side! He recognized the young man as the salesman who had knocked on his door only an hour before. Though Walter had sent him on his way at once, the young man was obviously being well compensated for that one rebuff and any others he might have encountered that day.
For reward, he had a beautiful young redhead begging him to fuck her. To ram his cock deep into her pussy, already wet from one tongue-provoked orgasm.
Instinct had called Walter into his closet to check for activity in his neighbor's bedroom. Once again, instinct had served him well. He judged that he couldn't have missed more than a few minutes of the love play. And the best part was yet to come...
At last, the young salesman was able to pull his mouth away from the lure of the redhead's lush tits. He poised himself over her and led his swollen cock-tip toward the entrance to her greedy pussy. The tip nudged teasingly against her flesh, making her writhe in frustration.
"Oh, put it in! For God's sake, get it in me!" she wailed.
Obligingly, the salesman thrust his weight down and forward. His cock drove deep into her welcoming cunt, forcing a low animal-like groan from her throat. "Aaaaarrrggghhhh! Oooohhhh, yesssss! That's it! Christ, that's what I wanted!!" Walter leaned close to the glass to catch a glimpse of the pink pussy-flesh clinging to the cock as the salesman pulled out of her. The view was short-lived, for as doon as only the very tip of his penis was left inside, he thrust deep into her once again. He established a hard, penetrating fucking rhythm that left the woman a wriggling, mewling hulk of primitive abandon. Walter bit his lip as he watched the man's cock emerge shining from her wet, clinging pussy. "Hot damn!" he whispered. Watching Doris fuck her husband had given Walter only an inkling of the young wife's sexual capacity. But now he felt he knew the real Doris Meyers. She was a hot, selfish, greedy little bitch, totally devoid of scruples.
Walter thought of poor Harry, the loving husband who was being cuckolded right in his own bed. He couldn't suppress a malicious grin. And she thinks she's getting away with it, he thought. She thinks nobody knows. He was reminded of her superior attitude toward him in the supermarket at lunchtime. The thought that such a loose-moraled cunt should be able to look down on him made him seethe inside and grin on the outside.
With grim satisfaction, he realized Doris would have to pay for her sins. Some day. Somehow. Perhaps it was up to him, Walter, to see that justice was done.
He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants as he watched the young man shove his cock again and again deep into her wide-open pussy. He watched the way her hips swiveled up so she was practically climbing right up his prick, straining, for it, trying to get it as deep into her as possible. She was wailing like a banshee, celebrating the salesman's hard filling cock presence as enthusiastically as though she hadn't been fucked in a month.
Walter observed that she seemed to be, totally involved in what was happening. Obviously conscience was not getting in the way. He wondered if this was the first man she had seduced behind her husband's back. He was beginning to think Doris Meyers was probably capable of much more than even he had given her credit for.
Her eager moans took Walter's attention from speculation and returned it to the cold hard facts of slick, swollen cock skewering wet fleshy, pussy. The sight stimulated him. This was pure raw, urgent sex. Passion for passion's sake alone. The very intensity of it, the unchecked energy made the man's blood race with vicarious lust.
"Uuuuuuhhh ... yeah-h-h! Do it to meeee! Fuck me, Mel baby!. Fuck me!" Her legs were wrapped around his hips now. Her heels beat against his buttocks, driving him as unmercifully as a jockey pushes a racehorse. "Uuuhh! Uuuuuhh! Yeah... good!" Her words were wild and raunchy, straight from the guts. "Lady" could not describe Doris now. She was a woman as animal, eager and untamed.
A coating of sweat covered Mel's body as he strove to satisfy the redhead's hot, clutching cunt. The very fire and abandon of her responses had served to push him to a level of orgiastic abandon that he had never before experienced. With a woman this uninhibited, he could be whatever he wanted to be. He could indulge the darkest side of his libido. He could fuck until he couldn't fuck any more. Obviously she could take it. More than that, she craved it. She expected it.
Under the ceaseless barrage of her heel kicks, his buttocks worked on and on. His cock rammed deep into her moist pussy, sometimes slow, sometimes faster, but always sensually. He closed his eyes and drank in the delicious sensations richocheting through his body. He bit his lip as he let his body succumb to the lure of the flesh.
"Christ, lover," he told her. "You're some woman. Jee-zuz, I've never fucked a pussy as eager for cock as yours." Bracing himself against the mattress he shoved his prick again and again far into her seething inner depths. -"Ooooohh, yesssss ... You're soooo good-d-d! 1 love what your cock's doing to me, Mel darling!" Even in the midst of her passionate absorption, she remembered the young salesman's name. But for that one piece of information, she knew nothing about him. They were strangers, and they would probably remain so. The very impersonality of sharing this kind of intimacy with a stranger inspired her lust. She was free to be^anyone she liked with this Mel Sears. He was here for only one reason. To make her feel good.
He was succeeding. She could feel an awesome pressure building deep in the pit of her belly. Despite the force of her earlier orgasm, it seemed she was ready for another. She began to kick and squeal more urgently than before. There was something going on deep inside. An explosion building with the undeniable force of a tornado sweeping across the plains. "Do it to me! Oh Mel! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Walter could scarcely believe the energy of the woman whose entire body had become something like a fucking piston. Her loins jerked up hard against the salesman's cock with merciless force and speed. Her entire back was arching up off the bed. It was as if she were a giant sea eel, trying to get all of him, to swallow him whole. To feel her voracious cunt at last fully satisfied.
"Oh Baby! What that sweet pussy of yours is doing to me!" Mel was shoving his cock into the redhead's cunt with automatic regularity. He was totally oblivious now to anything but that delicious hot pussy clinging lustily to his burgeoning member. In his erotic preoccupation, it seemed to Mel that his cock had never been so hard nor felt so good. He thanked the fates that had sent him to this particular doorbell at this particular time of day.
What if he had missed her! What if she hadn't been home! Mel Sears would have missed the fuck of his lifetime!
At last, he realized that his arduous efforts were about to be rewarded. Her body began to shudder under him. Her face twisted into an unrecognizable mask. Then with one sudden effort, she smiled broadly and started to relax. "Oooohhh ... it's beautiful!" she groaned. "I'm cumming so nice!
Aaaahhhhh!"
Mel was right behind her. With an intense wrench of pleasure, his gonads began to yield up their hot, thick juices. He squirted her greedy cunt full of his semen, until it started to run back out around the shrinking shaft of his penis. "Oooohh, baby ... that was good! Christ, that was good!" * Walter stroked his hard cock through his pants as he watched the sated lovers lying side by side. He watched the man's hands gradually begin to explore again her lush breasts and flat belly. Her hands pushed him gently away. She sat up.
"Sorry to rush you, handsome. But I don't think you want to meet my husband tonight. You'd better be going."
He sighed and smiled. "Okay, lover. But you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be dreaming about you tonight."
She smiled smugly. They left the room. A few minutes later, Walter saw Doris come back into the room, naked, clutching an armful of plastic vials and bottles.
"What a sweet boy, to give me all these nice presents!" she exulted as she spread her treasures on the mussed bedspread. A moment later, she was ruefully inspecting the remains of her new negligee. In his eagerness to strip her, Mel had ripped it beyond repair. "Dumb bastard! Why couldn't he watch what he was doing! That's thirty dollars down the drain!"
From his vantage point, Walter was learning a lot about the character of his pretty tenant. The more he watched Doris Meyers, the more she became an obsession with him. He wanted to know all about her!