Chapter 3

I kissed Richard all over his face, carefully licking my own juices from his skin. At the same time I could feel his cock pressing against me, hard and strong in its intensity.

Slowly I began to work my way down, kissing his neck, then his chest, and finally his stomach. When my lips were just about to touch his short, curly crotch hairs, I paused. His cock was touching my cheek, hard and warm against my skin.

"Do it, baby," he whispered. "Suck me off."

I smiled. Sucking him off was only part of what I was going to do.

Opening my lips wide I pushed my throat down onto his rod. I could feel his slick, tight-skinned muscle passing through my mouth and down into my throat.

It felt good.

Finally my lips were at the bottom. I was aware of his bulbous head halfway down to my stomach, and yet I knew I was in no danger of gagging or choking.

I began to slide up and down on him. Slowly at first, but then with gathering speed I moved my mouth over the length of his cock, curling my tongue around it with each stroke, trying to squeeze and caress it at the same time.

"Harder, Janet. Suck me harder."

I complied. After a few minutes I was flying up and down his shaft. I could feel my tits bouncing up and down with each thrust, and somehow I managed to let them brush against his leg as I sucked him, stimulating myself once again in the process.

Just as he was beginning to get really agitated, I pulled myself off his meat, leaving it dangling suddenly in the air, bright and shiny with my saliva all over it.

I looked up at Richard's face.

His eyes were red, practically bulging out of their sockets in his excitement. Slowly a smile spread across my features; I somehow knew that what I was going to do next would please him more than anything else I might do. I wasn't wrong.

With Richard watching my every move I lay back against the couch. For a moment he looked at me as if he were puzzled, so I decided to give him a clue as to what I had in mind.

Reaching up with both hands, I pushed from the outside on my tits, shoving them together on my chest. I could see his eyes grow even larger at the sight of my large, soft melons being squeezed together like this.

I smiled.

"Do you like them, Richard?" I asked, my voice husky with the excitement that had achieved almost a tangible presence in the room.

He nodded.

"Come here."

He moved forward, and at my direction straddled my hips until he was towering over me as I lay, half reclining, against the couch.

"Here," I whispered, gesturing toward the milky valley between my tits.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Here. I want you to put your cock here."

Suddenly he understood, and judging from the expression of delight that mounted his features, he must have liked my idea considerably.

A moment later his cock was resting snugly in the valley between my tits.

"Now fuck me, Richard. Fuck me as hard as you can."

He began to pump up and down while I held my tits steady, forming a warm slit for his cock. As his rhythm picked up, I began to move my chest up and down against his thrusts, adding to his pleasure with my own growing excitement.

"Come on, Richard. Do it hard. Harder, baby, that's it."

Goaded on by my words he began to thrash and crash through my tits, his bulbous cockhead emerging only at the top for a moment before disappearing once again into the soft flesh of my tits.

It didn't take long for him to come.

After no more than two minutes of this, his cock began to tremble and shudder.

"Come on, Richard. Come on me, come all over me..." I urged, anticipating the delicious taste of cum.

"Ohhh God ... I can't wait ... can't wait ...

UUUGGGGHHHH!"

Suddenly his cock exploded. Hot jism shot out onto me, hitting me on the neck and face, splashing hotly onto my eager, hungry skin. Again and again it happened until finally he was finished.

I was bathed in his cum from my tits up. Some of it was on my face, some in my hair, some on my neck.

I loved it.

Afterwards we didn't waste time lying in each other's arms or anything like that. The kids were due home from school soon, and I had things to do, so Richard left almost immediately.

For the next several months Richard would stop by every two weeks or so and we would have an enjoyable afternoon together. It was never anything serious or intense, but for the most part it was better than simply taking care of myself.

It also opened my mind to lots of possibilities that I hadn't realized were there before that first day. There was something exciting about waiting for an unknown man to come into the house, knowing that if he was at all interesting I was going to try to seduce him. Nine times out of ten I succeeded.

Still, washing machine repairmen, plumbers, and electricians aren't usually the most imaginative or exciting lovemakers, though I realize it's unfair to make a categorical statement like that. At any rate, it wasn't too long before I started getting a little impatient with this as my only sexual outlet; I needed something more.

Since I had definitely decided not to do anything drastic like leave Harold and the kids, I was kind of limited in what I could come up with.

As it turned out, my next big fling wasn't something that I had planned at all, but instead was something that was thrust upon me.

Most of Harold's friends I could take or leave; usually the latter. About the only exception was a younger man named Stafford Brooks who worked for the same insurance agency that Harold worked for. He was in his middle twenties and was good-looking and sure of himself. I didn't get to see him very often, but when I did, I found myself paying a great deal of attention to him.

His wife was a small, quiet girl who was pretty but very fragile in her appearance. She hardly ever spoke, and when she did her voice was as frail as her appearance.

I suspected he was bored with her, and I was right. It certainly didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that she must not be a very imaginative lovemaker; she was the kind of woman who would insist on not fooling around except at night with the lights out and under the covers.

Well, the night that things started happening between Stafford and me was at a patio party given by someone in the company. There were a lot of people there, filling the patio, back yard, and most of the house.

I was wearing a low-cut, lime-colored evening dress that practically didn't have a back to it at all. Since my tan was deep, it looked fantastic and I knew it; Harold had been a little nervous about my wearing it, but I just told him to leave me alone.

Early in the evening I noticed that I was getting stared at by a number of men, a fact which only heightened the level of excitement that I was feeling. In a vague, uncertain way I wanted something to happen that night, but I didn't have any idea what it might be.

Stafford was one of the men who was devouring my body with his eyes, so on impulse I decided to go over and talk to him.

"Hi," I said, smiling a trifle boldly as he fixed himself and his wife a drink.

"That's quite a dress," he said, his deep blue eyes looking searchingly into mine.

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"By all means."

"Thank you, then. How's your wife?" I asked, my eyes flirting a bit brazenly with him. "She's the same."

"The same as what?"

"Here she comes," he announced, with a trace of dissatisfaction in his tone. I smiled and made a quick exit, then promptly forgot about it.

Later, when things had thinned out a little bit, Harold had disappeared. I think he was playing ping pong with some of the men; he always played ping pong at parties.

I was talking to a group of men on the patio, aware of the way their eyes were furtively glancing down the front of my gown, trying to catch a glimpse of my nipples, which were about the only part of my breasts that weren't visible.

I obliged them by bending over occasionally.

Why not?

Then Stafford joined the group. He was less obvious about it than the other men, but it was obvious that he was just as taken with my tits as the other men were. Finally they left and Stafford and I were alone.

"How's your wife?" I asked, moving closer to him and taking a sip from my drink.

"Asleep."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's past her bedtime. She conks out at ten no matter where we are."

Although it wasn't as crowded as it had been earlier, there were still plenty of people on the patio. We were standing near the pool; behind us a low stone wall protruded from the back door down to the water. Stafford was standing with his back to the wall, while I was across from him.

Setting my drink down on the ledge, I changed positions, standing next to him, facing back toward the house just as he did.

He wasted no time taking advantage of it.

My back, naked almost to the top of my ass, was to his left. Before I had a chance to react his hand was resting lightly on my shoulders.

I kept talking.

I don't know what I was talking about, but I doubt it made much sense. Both of us were intensely aware of his hand on my back, and the conversation was just a smoke screen to keep what was happening from being too obvious to the twenty or so other people on the patio.

Slowly his hand began working its way down my spine, sending little chills through my entire body.

We kept talking.

Down, down it went until his fingers were resting on the material, which clung rather tightly to my body. For a few moments it seemed like this might create insurmountable problems, but then I found that by arching my back slightly I could produce a gap in the material that gave his fingers room to slip inside.

Almost immediately he did it, pushing his hand down beneath the material. I could feel his strong, dry fingers touching the crack of my ass. Slowly he descended, squeezing the fleshy cheeks with his first and last fingers, while the middle two remained in the dark, warm crease.

We kept talking. Or rather I did. In fact, I spoke in what could only be described as a monologue as he steadily pushed his hand down toward my pulsing, throbbing cunt.

Looking ahead of me, it occurred to me that anyone who glanced at us could probably figure out what was going on.

I hoped nobody looked, because I wasn't about to stop it.

Suddenly his fingers inched lower and penetrated my moist cunt, spreading the lips apart and sliding into the slit.

"Mmmmmm..." I moaned, forgetting to talk in the electric excitement.

He shoved the finger all the way in.

"Aaahhhh..."

"Keep talking."

"You're right," I answered, trying to think of what we had been talking about. I could feel a hot flush mounting my features as he continued to slip his finger in and out of my wet cunt.

Then I decided that if I had to talk, at least I could talk about what I was thinking about. No one could actually hear what I was saying; the important thing was to keep up the appearance of having a conversation.

"Well, Stafford. Your finger is ... mmmmm ... sorry. Your finger is inside me now. It feels ... aahh ... it feels good. I hope you're not planning on stopping ... ohhh yessss ... not planning on stopping until I come."

"You're crazy," he said, a grin spreading across his rugged features.

"Do it, Stafford. Go ahead, make me come right ... mmmm ... right here with all these people watching."

His finger began to flick across my clit, sending hot flashes of excitement through my entire body.

But I couldn't come.

I don't know what it was, but something was keeping me from gaining the release that I wanted. Finally I couldn't stand it any more.

"Stafford?"

"What?"

"Let's make it."

"Right here? That might be difficult."

I looked around me. The entire back yard was lit brightly enough so that it would be impossible to find a corner where no one would see us.

But I had to come up with something.

Finally an idea occurred to me. When I told Stafford about it he grinned and said, "Why not?"

We went inside the house. There were several bathrooms, but the one off the master bedroom didn't seem to be getting as much use as the others. The only problem was that there were four or five people standing around talking in the bedroom.

I wasn't going to let that stop me. My cunt was on fire now, and the only thing that could possibly put the fire out was Stafford's young, hard cock.

I sent him in first. He walked through the room and went into the bathroom without saying anything. From where I was I couldn't tell for certain whether or not anybody had noticed him, but I waited for about two minutes then walked through the bedroom myself toward the bathroom.

"Hey, I think somebody's in there," called out a woman from the group.

"Oh?" I said. Then I cautiously pulled open the door. "Guess not. Nobody's in here."

I entered.

There really wasn't anybody in there, or at least it seemed that way. Closing the door behind me and locking it, I walked two steps forward. It was a fairly large bathroom with carpet on the floor; thank goodness for small favors.

I stood in front of the mirror and turned on the water faucet to muffle any sounds we might make.

Then I felt his arms around my shoulders. He had stepped out of the shower. And he was naked.

I could feel his cock pressing into the small of my back, and without saying anything I shoved against it, feeling its hardness against my skin.

"You're a pretty horny lady," he said softly, pulling one of my straps down over my shoulder. I could see him in the mirror, peering over my shoulder.

"What does that make you?" I returned.

He smiled. Then he pulled my dress down, exposing my naked tits for the first time. He took my tits in his hands, massaging and squeezing them while I watched in the mirror. It was fantastic to see his strong, brown hands on my soft, white tits; I loved it.

Then he stepped away and pulled my dress all the way to the floor so that I was totally naked except for my panties.

He pulled them off as well.

Standing there, I think I felt more raw excitement than I had ever felt in my life. He pushed me forward, my tits going down onto the cold tile of the ledge, while my hips rose up, spreading apart to reveal the pink moistness of my cunt.

With his hand he guided his cock to the entrance. I could feel the bulbous head pressing against the dripping tissues that led into my slit.

Then he shoved forward.

"Uuunnnnnhhhh..." I groaned, trying desperately to keep the level of my voice low. What if somebody heard us?

Spreading my ass cheeks with his hands, he watched his cock glide in and out of my hungry pussy. Slowly at first, then with rising speed and excitement, he thrust his cock in and out of my cunt. Again and again he drove it into me, and each time I felt closer to the release that had been hovering just beyond the reach of his fingers when we were outside.

"Harder, Stafford. Fuck me harder...." I breathed, concentrating on the sensations within my straining, shoving cunt. I could feel his pelvis grinding against me now, shoving harder and harder with each passing second.

"You want it, baby, I'll give it to you."

Almost before the last words had left his lips he seemed to go wild, bucking into my cunt with a force that sent the wind whistling from my lungs.

"Yeah, that's it ... ohhhhh," I groaned. Suddenly my cunt was a seething, churning mass of hot cream ready to explode at any moment.

"I'm gonna come, Stafford, oh, God I'm gonna come ... ohhh ... ohhhh ... OOOOHHHHHH!"

My cunt erupted.

Suddenly it was as if the lid had been taken off a volcano as seething, bubbling cum shot out of my cunt onto his cock.

Almost immediately his cock began to tremble and shudder; my cunt contractions had driven him over the brink as well.

For fully thirty seconds we thrashed into each other, cock and cunt joined in a simmering, sticky cauldron of hot essences. Again and again we both spurted, cum mixing together until at last we were finished.

I felt like collapsing onto the floor, but there wasn't time. Instead, I quickly pulled on my dress, and while Stafford was still pulling on his clothes I left the bathroom.

Much to my relief I found that the group that had been in the bedroom had gone.

We had done it.