Chapter 3

Monica Priestley answered the door and ushered Jerry into the study. She was a tall woman, made even taller by the platform heels she wore. A tight knit dress accented her full figure in all the right places.

Absently, Jerry thought that Harry Priestley was a lucky man to have a wife in her forties that was as well endowed and as well preserved as Monica. Under the dress he could see the tantalizing jiggle of her ass-cheeks and the flare of her hips as she walked into the study in front of him. Her breasts were high and firm.

The fact that she had left the top three buttons undone at the top of the dress unnerved Jerry. Even though he had just fucked Kay, the sight of those creamy melons bulging above the bra-cups gave his cock a tingle.

"Would you like a drink ... a Bloody Mary?"

"Well, uh...." Jerry hesitated, vainly trying to keep his eyes above her chest, "I'd better keep a clear head for the meeting with Harry."

"The meeting isn't with Harry," she smiled, breathing hard so her tits seemed to strain even farther outward. "I'll fix the drinks."

It wasn't unusual for Jerry to get a phone call from his boss to rush to either the office or his house. But it was unexpected on a Sunday, and to have the call come from Monica Priestley.

"But, I thought...."

"Harry's out of town," she said, handing him a glass, "and I was lonesome."

Suddenly the reason for the Sunday call was less a mystery. Jerry had heard rumors about Monica Priestley. She liked the company of young men, and it was also rumored that few men went up in the ranks of the company if they didn't get along with Monica Priestley.

Jerry had barely sipped his drink when the woman grabbed his hand. "Come along."

She led him down a long corridor and up a short flight of stairs. Before he realized it, he found himself in a huge, high ceilinged bedroom. Directly in the center of the room was the biggest, round bed he had ever seen.

Even with all that knowledge about Monica, Jerry was far from prepared for what followed.

"I understand that my husband thinks a great deal of you, Jerry," she said, setting her glass on an end table and moving to stand in front of him.

"I ... I certainly hope so." Her thrusting tits bobbed less than an inch from his chest. It was impossible not to look down into the long, dark cleft between the huge mounds of alluring flesh.

"I hope that I'll find you as pleasing as he does," Monica chuckled, then reached behind her back.

Jerry heard the unmistakable sound of an opening zipper.

He watched her. What should he do? Now there was no doubt about her desires or her intentions. He somehow knew that if he wasn't flattered by her interest in him, it might very well be the end of his career with Priestley Construction.

She was pulling the expensive knit dress up over her head. A silk slip followed, and she threw both garments to the floor. Now she stood, legs spread wide, in front of him in only her bra, panties, and the high, platform shoes.

The outline of the dress hadn't lied. She was a well put-together woman. Her thighs were full, . covered with muscular curves that looked as though they could choke the life out of a man's head.

She unclasped her bra and shrugged it from her shoulders. The melon-like tits lunged forward, sagging a little but still thrusting forward in spite of their pendulous weight.

The hair on her head was a very light, platinum blonde but, as she stepped out of the panties, it was obvious that color had nothing to do with the thick, curling mat of .pubic hair covering her pussy; it was coal black, even darker than Kay's.

Should he? And what if he didn't? There was the mortgage to think of, the two cars, Kay, and, not least of all, his own career.

She saw his look and seemed to understand it at once. Jerry was not the first young executive Monica had brought to her bed, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. She always got a kick out of their shock and eventual embarrassment; especially if they had young, attractive wives, as she knew Jerry had.

She moved closer to him, letting her long, hard nails slide down across the bulge of excitement she had already noticed in the front of his pants.

"How old are you, Jerry?"

"Uh ... twenty-nine."

"And that lovely wife of yours? Kay, isn't it? How old is she?"

"Uh ... twenty-six."

Monica had unzipped his fly and now her hand was inside. It groped to pull his hardening cock free from his shorts.

"How long have you two beautiful people been married?"

He gulped as she drew his cock into the open and lovingly cradled it in both her hands. "Uh ... about six years."

"I hear she's beautiful. You're a lucky man." Her nails scratched up and down the barrel of his cock, bringing more and more blood into the expanding head. "But then, she's a lucky girl, isn't she? ... to have all this meat to suck and fuck?"

"I ... I guess so...." Jerry answered like a robot, hoping that his prick wouldn't shoot right in her hands.

"Do you fuck her enough...?"

"Well, lately...." he couldn't say any more. She was pumping his cock now, making him gasp with the strain of holding back a come. He arched his body slightly and stood swaying and placing his feet wide apart for balance.

His prick was swollen to its fullest now and the head was dripping pre-seminal fluid. Monica Priestley was obviously an expert at bringing a man up and then bringing him off.

"I can feel how much you like me doing this, Jerry, playing with your cock. I am giving you a lot of pleasure, aren't I?"

"Arrrgghhhh, yesss ... Jesus, be careful ... I might come!"

"I want to give you pleasure, Jerry. And I want you to humor me a little."

"How?"

"By telling me about your beautiful wife." She was jerking his cock with sharp movements that caused Jerry to gasp and tense his muscles to hold the cum in his balls. "Is Kay a good fuck? Does she go wild when you ram this beautiful hunk of meat up her cunt?"

He didn't answer her. He didn't know what to say. He opened his eyes and saw her bending her mouth closer and closer to the raging tip of his swollen cock.

Was she going to suck him? God, he didn't think he could stand this much longer without shooting hot cum all over her belly.

Now she was pulling back his foreskin and rubbing his cockhead back and forth across her full, sensual lips. He wanted her to take it. He wanted to shove every inch of his meat down her lovely throat.

She seemed to sense his mood. "Do you want me to suck it, Jerry? Do you want me to take your meat in my mouth and give you a blow job?"

"Yes ... yes, damnit. Oh shit, take it ... SUCK IT!"

"I will," Monica crooned, "if you tell me how you fuck your wife ... and don't leave anything out. I want to hear every detail while I suck you off."

Jerry looked down. She was on her knees now in front of him. He could feel her hot breath along the full length of his prick. He knew he could grab her by the back of the head and drive his pole clear past her tonsils. But he also knew he had to play her game.

"Yes ... yes," he blurted out, his voice high and squeaky. "Kay's a great fuck and she loves my cock. She likes to suck it and lick my balls. Lots of times I'll come at least once in her mouth before I spread her out and fuck the cum out of her ... OHHHHH YESSSS!"

The woman's warm, sucking mouth closed like a glove over his cockhead. She started sucking him like a woman who not only knows how to take a lot of cock in her mouth, but who loves it as well.

She undid his trousers until they fell down around his ankles. She released his cock just long enough to drop his shorts as well. Then her hands gripped his naked buttocks and pulled. In, in, in, into her mouth went his bloated prick until he could feel her upper lip and her nose buried in the wiry mass of his pubic hair.

And still, with a mouthful of his prick, she urged him to continue his description, how he fucked and sucked his wife.

With his eyes closed, Jerry enjoyed the sweet agony of having his cock sucked deeper. He had already attained more of an erection than he ever had gotten with Kay. It was fantastic how this woman could take the full brunt of his prick into her head.

In halting gasps, he told in detail how he and Kay had sixty-nined that morning; how his beautiful wife had sucked his prick and he had licked and eaten her pussy. Talking about fucking Kay and having Monica's experienced mouth sucking him off was having its effect. He could feel the cum boiling up in his balls.

There was a wild upsurge of passion deep in his belly and he lost all sense of time and space. He heard himself ranting lewd and obscene descriptions about Kay's beautiful cunt, her big, firm tits, and about the many positions they used when they fucked each other.

The rampant mouth on his plunging cock moved with a relentless life of its own now. He knew that he wouldn't be able to control the bursting seed in his balls. He didn't know what to do. Did this woman, his boss's wife, want him to pour his hot jism in her mouth?

The wild bobbing of her head and the way she used her cheeks to suck his cockhead gave every indication that his cum in her throat was exactly what she did want.

"Oh, oh, oh shit ... I can't hold it any longer. I'm gonna shoot ... I'M COMMMINNGGG!"

"Hmmmm."

Suddenly, with a fierce forward and upward lunge of his cock, he rooted deeply in her throat as the cum lifted from his balls and started its unstoppable flow down the length of his cock. He was screaming Kay's name over and over again and loudly urging Monica to suck, suck, SUCK!

The mouth on his cock gripped him even firmer and, with great contractions of her throat muscles, the woman gulped his creamy spend down as fast as his cock spewed it forth. Her mouth seemed to open even wider to keep up with the flow of his load as it came shooting out of his cockhead in a steady stream into her throat.

At last Jerry was dry. He pulled his prick from her still-sucking mouth and staggered to the bed where he flopped, exhausted, onto his back.

Monica watched him through narrowed eyes, her mouth and chin covered with his creamy come. She smiled as he looked up at her and ran her tongue out to lick what remained. She took the thick globs into her mouth and made a great show of swallowing them.

"Just rest a little, Jerry," she said, "then we'll get you hard again and we'll see how far up my cunt you can shoot your next load."

"No," Jerry groaned, struggling to a sitting position and trying to arrange his clothes. "No, I can't. No more ... I've got to go."

"Oh?"

"This was all a mistake ... Kay, your husband ... I can't do any more...."

"Before you go ... maybe you had better listen to this."

Jerry watched her walk to the wall and turn some dials. In seconds he heard the soft hum of a tape recorder and then his voice. All the filthy obscenities, the dirty phrases, the complete descriptions of how he sucked and fucked Kay, and how he had urged Monica to take all his cock into her mouth came across loud and clear.

He practically had tears in his eyes when he looked back up into Monica's smiling face. "We have little parties sometimes, Harry and I," she said. "Lots and lots of very important people come to our parties. What if, some night, you and Kay were at one of our little parties and I played this for the guests?"

"You bitch."

"Oh, don't be such a hypocrite, Jerry. You loved the way I sucked your cock."

It was true. He had loved it, but he sure as hell didn't want Kay to know how much. His poor wife would be horrified. It would be bad enough if Kay knew Monica had sucked him, but if she heard the things he had said while the woman had done it, it would be the end of his marriage for sure.

The shocked look on his face pleased Monica. Some of the other young men she had pulled the tape trick on had just laughed in her face. They had even dared her to do anything with it. But then they didn't love and respect their wives the way Jerry Thomas did, and Monica knew it.

Monica was in the driver's seat. She moved to him and rubbed her gigantic tits back and forth across his face.

"Now, now, don't worry, baby. Mommy will take good care of the tape, if her little boy will take good care of her."

Her teasing tone made him more angry than ever, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it. She held all the trump cards and he told her so.

"I'm glad you agree. That shows what a sensible young man you are. Now, I want you and Kay to come to dinner next Friday night."

"What for?"

"Harry and I like to have young people around us. All right?"

"Yeah ... all right. What else can I say?"

"Good," Monica said, and lay down on the bed beside him. "Now eat my pussy a little, Jerry. Get my cunt good and juicy so I can take your cock up it in one stroke."

He was angry, humiliated, and frustrated. But the sight of the woman's legs spread and thrown high in the air right in front of him was already having an effect on his cock. He could see the juices glistening on the pink flesh of her inner cuntlips. The lips yawned open invitingly and the dark fur sui rounding them drew his head like a magnet down between her thighs.

His lips had barely touched the wetness of her pussy when she grabbed his head and pulled his tongue hard into her gash. Her thighs squeezed his ears like a vise, holding his face against her cunt as she writhed and gyrated like a wild woman.

"Yes ... oh yes, baby ... suck! Suck my cunt! Bite my clit and bring me off good once before you fuck me ... suck ... SUCK!"

Almost at once Monica ascended to the peak of orgasm. With her head thrown far back and her lips bared to show her even, white teeth clenched with passion, she cried out for Jerry to take her clit into his mouth and swallow her juice. Her hands clawed the back of his head with the fiery lust of intense passion.

When he started alternating his tongue from her cunt to her asshole and then back again, Monica arched her body and screeched like a wild animal.

He was almost like an animal himself as he rooted in her pussy and felt his cock again rising to a total hard. He moved his hands under her ass-cheeks and lifted her straining hips higher toward his plunging tongue.

He rammed with his tongue and she lunged with her syrupy cunt, welding it against his face so it became almost impossible for him to breathe. Their gyrations and the intensity of their fucking matched the dripping of his cock and the spewing of juice from her pussy.

"Now ... NOW! I'M COMING!" Monica screamed. "Shove your dick in me and finish me off!"

But he kept sucking. Jerry had to admit it, Monica was great in bed. Hew blow job on his cock had been fantastic, her cunt tasted wonderful, and he was really looking forward to fucking her.

But first he was going to make her come on his tongue.

It didn't take long. In just a few more seconds, she was screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs and her pussy contracted like a vise around his jabbing tongue.

"Yessss ... oh fuck, shit, piss, suck it! Good come ... beautiful come!"

At last she subsided a little and he crawled up until his hard cock was dangling between her splayed thighs.

"You want my cock now?"

"Yes! Fuck me, Jerry honey. Fuck me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before!"

"Put it in for me," he ordered, lowering his hips toward her writhing body.

Monica paused a moment, then reached down between their bodies and searched for his hardness. She found it immediately; it would have been impossible not to, as large and hard as his prick was. She thrilled as her fingers wrapped around its hot, throbbing vibrancy. She could feel every muscle, every beating vein in the head. She enclosed it tightly in her fist, then stroked it, moving the flesh up and down on the shaft. Jerry moaned with ecstasy from the touch of her hand and fingers.

"Do you want my pussy?"

"Yes, yes, dammit. I want your pussy."

"The suck was so good," she teased. "Now tell me what our fuck is going to be like!"

"I'm going to put my cock where my tongue was a moment ago. It wants to fuck you ... it wants to shoot its load of hot cum deep in your belly."

"Then do it, lover ... fuck me!"

Jerry lunged forward, burying his cock balls-deep in her yawning pussy on the first stroke. He started fucking in and out of her body in long, steady, bone-jarring lunges.

He heard nothing but her mewling grunts, her harsh breathing, and the steady slap, slap, slap of flesh on flesh.

He didn't hear the steady hum of the tape recorder.