Chapter 3
Even though she longed to scratch Bonnie Mae's green eyes out, Liz Conway did her best to mask her suspicions when the young babysitter arrived the next evening.
"Hello, Bonnie Mae," the blonde housewife greeted, pasting a smile on her face as she waved the girl in.
"Hiya, Tracy," the teenager bubbled as the freckled boy ran to meet his babysitter. "Guess what I've got?" she teased, showing him a paper sack.
Seeing the way her son's eyes lit up made Liz seethe with jealousy. She quickly averted her gaze and concentrated on applying the rest of her mascara before the oval mirror in the foyer. The fucking bitch has both of them wrapped right around her little finger, she thought, resentment flaring as little Tracy jumped up and down with excitement, trying to guess what was in the sack.
Liz returned the mascara to her purse and glanced at Bonnie Mae. Her eyes narrowed as they appraised the twin mounds rising beneath the girl's sequined T-shirt. I'll bet Ralph has himself a great time with those! She could just see her husband's lips closing around the girl's nipple, sucking greedily, while his hands grasped the firm, young flesh. With a little shiver of disgust, the woman shook her platinum head to banish the unbidden, ugly image from her mind.
"Look, Mommy," Tracy cried, running to show his mother the gift he'd received. "She brought me a punch-out set! Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!"
"How nice," Liz murmured, smiling stiffly as she reached for her jacket from the front hall closet. "Say thank you to Bonnie Mae, dear."
As the boy ran to hug his babysitter, Liz opened the front door. "Mr. Conway phoned just before you got here," she told the girl, studying her face. "And he expects to be home by ten tonight."
When Bonnie Mae merely looked up with a brief nod, Liz reminded Tracy to be a good boy, then bade them both good-bye.
"They must have some kind of signal set up," Liz muttered, thinking aloud as she threaded through the evening traffic. Liz had been trying to find something to go on and the more she thought about the telltale signs of funny business she'd found at home, the more she realized that she'd always noticed a pungent-smelling washcloth or trail of pubic hair on nights when Ralph had worked late- supposedly!
Liz knew the exact time her husband returned each night because she left a scratch pad on the table in the foyer for just that purpose. For Ralph to record his time of arrival so that they could figure out exactly what they owed the babysitter at the end of the week. Last night, Ralph had gotten in late-according to the time he'd marked down, anyway. And last night, there were the sperm stains on the living room carpet!
And Liz was almost positive that she'd found that stain on the bedspread last week on a Wednesday morning. The morning after Ralph had gotten home just minutes before Liz got in at her usual time-one thirty a.m. She reached for a cigarette, lit it with the car's lighter, and exhaled angrily. Here, I've been paying that little slut a buck an hour extra those nights. Actually paying her to let my husband screw her!
Tires screeching, she pulled into the parking lot of the Mood Indigo Lounge, wondering if Ralph paid the girl a little something extra on the side as well. For she was pretty sure that Ralph was only pretending to work late on certain nights. Instead, he'd come home a lot earlier than the time he'd mark down. And while she was still on the payroll, he'd fuck the hell out of a fifteen-year-old kid! Liz pulled into her usual parking space, jammed on the brakes, and slammed the car door so hard that a passer-by gave her a curious glance.
The two cocktail waitresses met at the bar. Stella had gone off duty but was lingering for a drink. "Something's bothering you tonight, ain't it, Liz?" Stella asked as she slid onto the bar stool beside her. "Know how old Stella can tell?" her friend asked, studying Liz through thick false eyelashes. "You been forgetting to wiggle your fanny at the customers, luv. And you ain't been smiling much, either. Now, that just ain't like Liz Conway." She leaned close, offering the platinum-haired waitress a cigarette. "How 'bout it?" she added, her voice sympathetic. "Wanna tell old Stella your troubles? Maybe I can help, luv."
Liz accepted the cigarette and studied the dissipated, puffy face of her friend as she bent toward her extended lighter. Maybe I should confide in Stella, Liz thought. The older, dark-haired waitress had been divorced twice and might be able to give her some pointers.
Without wasting words, Liz got right to the point. "Ralph's up to his old tricks again, Stella," she announced through a cloud of smoke. "Only this time he's gone too far." Liz quickly explained what she thought was going on between her husband and their voluptuous babysitter and what she'd found to justify her fears. Her voice trembling, Liz made it clear that should her ugly suspicions prove accurate, she was definitely through with Ralph. "I'm not staying with a creep who screws fifteenyear-olds," she concluded.
Stella patted Liz's hand. "I don't blame you, luv," she sympathized. "I always did think you were too good for the son-of-a-bitch, anyway. Now I know you are!"
"Well, in all fairness to Ralph, I have to admit I'm not positive. At least not yet. But, believe me, I plan to find out." Liz turned to look straight into the older woman's puffy eyes. "And that's where you come in. In order to get the proof I need, I'll need help. Can I count on you, Stella?"
Stella lifted her drink in a salute. "You bet your sweet ass you can, honey," she said. "Just name it and I'll do anything I can to help you nail that bastard. When I think of all the times you could've cheated on him and didn't!" The dark-haired waitress gulped the rest of her drink and set the empty glass on the bar with a clink. "What do you want me to do, luv?" she asked, leaning close.
Squeezing her friend's arm, Liz gave her a grateful smile. "Just fill in for me here when the time comes." Lowering her voice, Liz explained how she planned to lay a trap for the pair, then return to the house with a loaded camera to catch them right in the act. "That way, I'll have the proof I need to take Tracy away from him." Her voice bitter, Liz crushed her cigarette. "And take Ralph to the cleaners as well!"
"That's the spirit, honey," Stella praised, beaming at her. "You make that son-of-a-bitch pay. Get smart like old Stella. Pump the dirty bastard dry, Liz. Then you can lean back, collect alimony and child support, and have yourself a real ball. You got plenty guys panting after you, you know. Maybe now, you won't be so dumb." Her words softened by the kindness of her voice, the older woman put her arm around the slender blonde's shoulder to give it a comforting pat. "You know, luv, it just don't pay to give everything you got to one guy. Especially a two-timer. Get smart like old Stella, honey. Find yourself some big spenders and start having some fun!"
Bonnie Mae spoke on the phone with Elmira Simms while Tracy sat at the kitchen table, snapping figures from the punch-out book that the babysitter brought. "Guess it'll have to be one night next week, Elmira," Bonnie Mae told her friend. "He's coming home early tonight and I don't sit on week-ends. Only if they go out, but so far Mrs. Conway's been too beat from her job to go anywhere. Besides," she added, stroking her breasts, "my boobs are still kind of sore, anyway."
Elmira giggled. "Yeah, I bet they are. Well, remember to be a good little girl this week-end 'cause it's all set with Potsy. In fact, he can hardly wait. So tell the guys to let those babies of yours alone this week-end, you hear?"
"Don't worry," Bonnie Mae said. "I won't be seeing anyone, anyway. My old lady's been after me to paint our old kitchen set and she bought the paint yesterday. I guess I might as well get it over with."
Elmira groaned. "Sounds like a gruesome week-end." Her voice turned sexy. "I've got something much more interesting in mind."
"Like what?"
"Like going to the drive-in with Willy Jones. A triple-feature, I hear. Three X-rated flicks." Again, she giggled. "We might come up for air once in a while and watch a few scenes. Just to get some ideas. But most of the time, we'll be too busy to bother with the movies. That back seat will be X-rated, too."
Bonnie Mae had heard the black girls whisper excitedly about Willy Jones. According to what she'd heard, he was supposed to be one of the top black studs, a tireless performer. "Well, have fun, Elmira," she said. "I'll be thinking of you and Willy while I slave away with my paint brush. And you can tell me all about it at school Monday."
"You ever sampled a chocolate prick, Bonnie Mae?" Elmira teased, already aware of what her friend's answer would be. "You really should," she urged, her voice husky when the redhead confessed that she had not. "Mmmm, you don't know what you're missing."
"Come on, Bonnie Mae," Tracy urged, punching out a dwarf. "You promised to help!"
"Listen, I gotta go, Elmira," the young redhead told her. "I'll talk to you Monday morning."
Joining the boy at the kitchen table, the girl helped remove the rest of the pieces from the book. She related the famous story, one of her favorite fairy tales, as together, they assembled the colorful scene.
By the time Tracy was ready for bed, a cardboard replica of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs graced his night stand. "Goodnight, Tracy," Bonnie Mae smiled, tucking him in. "Sleep tight," she whispered, kissing the boy's cheek.
" 'Night, Bonnie Mae," the sleepy boy murmured. "I sure like my present."
The young redhead went to the living room and glanced at the clock, noting that Mr. Conway should be home in an hour or so. She turned on the television set and settled back on the sofa. But the program failed to capture her interest. Instead, the girl's mind wandered. She thought of Elmira and wondered about the things she'd be doing with Willy tomorrow night at the drive-in.
Then, she found herself reliving some of the things she had done at the drive-in herself, and her crotch began to ache. She could hardly wait until next week. The girl lifted her blouse to examine her bare breasts. Her nipples weren't quite so sore now and the hickies were beginning to fade. By next week, her big boobs should be in good shape for their night of fun with Potsy.
The girl's mouth curved upward as she imagined the way that Potsy's thick lips would feel drawing on her nipples. And it would be fun watching him alternate between her huge tits and Elmira's. Even though it was mostly fat, Elmira had an Olympic-size pair on her, too. Potsy would really have his hands full with the two of them. And his mouth, too. Bonnie Mae wondered how Potsy's face would look with a mouthful of tit in it. Would his pasty cheeks be flushed with excitement? And what would Elmira's expression be when Potsy sucked away at her? Did her fat friend love the feel of a hungry mouth pulling on her nipples as much as she did?
Bonnie Mae envisioned Nick LaRocco's mouth pressed against her breast and the ache between her legs throbbed harder, demanding satisfaction. The girl quickly rose, got her purse, and opened her jeans. She let them fall to the floor, then wriggled out of her panties. Lying back on the sofa, the girl opened her purse, removed her vibrator and, bending her knees, let her thighs spread apart. Her left hand slid over the auburn mound between her legs to probe into the moistness of her pulsating love nest. She stroked the secreting membranes for a few delicious seconds while her right hand, holding the vibrator, came closer.
"Ahhh," The lovely, young redhead moaned, her auburn-haired pussy arched and trembled as it felt the joys of the pulsating, mechanical cock. "Ohh, Nick," she cried, visualizing the handsome, dark-haired man who had proved unattainable. "Mmmmm, it feels so good," she gasped, shoving the battery-operated prick up herself, then withdrawing it with agonizing slowness. The beautiful green eyes were thick-lidded, her sensual mouth slack with desire.
The girl's tissues were well lubricated now, and each time she pulled the mechanical sex gadget backwards, it was more coated with the oils of her eagerness. Bonnie Mae spread her legs as far as she could. As she thrust the whirring vibrator higher and higher, the trembling walls of her vagina clung to the plastic invader longingly.
Bonnie Mae's hips lifted and she began to pant. Working the artificial penis in and out, she pretended that it was Nick's swollen rod penetrating her and her excitement grew to a feverish pitch. Her heart pounded. "Deeper, Nick!" she cried, shoving the machine higher.
At last, her lovely body arched and the walls of her eager opening rippled with pleasure as the moment of supreme sexual gratification coursed through her. She lay panting for a few moments. Then, dressing quickly, the girl ran her precious vibrator under the faucet in the bathroom, watching the oils of her self-induced passion run down the drain. She returned the sex gadget to her purse and went back to the living room. Satisfied for the moment, Bonnie Mae smiled contentedly as she flicked channels on the television set.
Ralph Conway had just completed his final business call of the day and it had proved profitable. He'd convinced a proud new father, a young college graduate with a promising future, to take out an extra policy on himself. And a hefty one at that.
Ralph slid behind the wheel of his car and started the motor, pleased with the progress that he was making in his new job. And he was equally pleased with the unexpected fringe benefits-like the one he was on his way to right now. A very attractive fringe benefit by the name of Paula Grenshaw. Frustrated wife of Arthur Grenshaw, a successful businessman. Ralph had taken care of Arthur's insurance needs early last week.
Paula, his wife fifteen years his junior, had needs of a different kind, however, and they hadn't been met. But those special needs would be satisfied tonight. Ralph would see to that!
Pausing for a red light, Ralph checked his reflection in the rear-view mirror and smiled. Women, he knew, found his gray eyes and sensitive features extremely attractive. The youthful cut of his styled hair and trimness of his physique made Ralph Conway appear younger than his forty-three years.
Ralph was glad he still turned them on, for he liked a little variety in his sex life. Not that he had any complaints with Liz but, hell, a man got tired of pumping the same old pussy. And Ralph figured if he played his cards right and was careful, he could have his cake and eat it, too. A faithful, good-looking little wife who was bringing in extra money and a few tasty pieces on the side, too.
All right, so he had promised Liz not to chase around anymore. But Ralph eased what little conscience he had by reminding himself that the sex-starved thirty-five-year-old housewife he planned to ball tonight had chased him. Paula Grenshaw was the one who phoned Ralph to invite him to her home this evening, emphasizing the fact that her husband would be gone until ten o'clock. Paula also made it quite clear that she could hardly wait to spread her legs for him, an invitation that Ralph found hard to resist.
As the light changed and he moved forward in traffic, Ralph wondered if teenage girls found him sexually attractive, too. One teenager in particular was on his mind-Bonnie Mae Owens, the fifteen-year-old babysitter with the grown-up body that almost blew his mind whenever he thought about it. And he'd done plenty of thinking since the tender little piece came to work for them.
Man, that kid is built, Ralph grinned, a mental image of the girl's jutting breasts, flat, smooth-skinned tummy with its high navel flashing in front of him. Once again, he could see the sensual curve of the teenager's full hips flaring from her narrow waist, the way her rounded, young buttocks jiggled when she walked. A sharp longing filled his groin and he felt his prick harden the way it always did whenever he thought about Bonnie Mae.
Such huge boobs, he thought, rounding a corner. And they're so high and firm even without a bra. The fact that the young redhead went without a bra hadn't escaped Ralph Conway's lecherous eyes. He licked his lips, wondering how those savory heaps of flesh would taste. I'd like to get my tongue inside that pretty little pussy of hers, too, he mused, wondering if the hair on her bush was as red as the hair on her head. If only I had that tender little piece of ass spread-eagle and naked, I'd shove my tongue up her juicy cunt and flick it back and forth till she went wild. I'd lick her dry, then use my prick to get her all juiced up again. Christ, Id give the kid one hell of a fucking, make that sweet little pussy of hers purr like a contented kitten.
Ralph's swollen penis was fully erect now and it ached with desire as he fantasized about the fifteen-year-old babysitter and how good it would feel to have his cock penetrate her tender, young flesh. Jesus, I bet the kid's even tighter than Liz was in the beginning. He could almost feel the satiny smoothness of the young redhead's skin beneath his fingers and he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened.
Ralph Conway loved his slim, platinum-haired wife as much as he was capable of loving any woman, but he couldn't help himself. After all, Liz's breasts were small and rather pendulous and her stomach was marred by stretch-marks. A man just wouldn't be normal if he didn't admire a perfect, ripe young figure, a body devoid of the flaws of child-bearing and the passage of time.
Nevertheless, Ralph would continue to admire Bonnie Mae's physical assets from a safe distance. He'd already had several close calls with his wife. Buying her forgiveness was getting costlier with each new extra-marital affair. And he'd risk losing everything if he got mixed up in an ugly sex charge involving a minor. Liz, Tracy, his job, maybe even his freedom. Of course, if the kid was willing, that would be a different story. If Bonnie Mae offered him her tender, little pussy, he'd drop his pants before she could spread her legs.
Until then, he wouldn't dare approach the girl. For all Ralph knew, the auburn-haired teenager's luscious body was still virginal.
Ralph pulled up in front of Paula Grenshaw's house and killed the motor. As he started up the cobblestone walk, he blinked several times, trying to shake the image of an unattainable teenager from his mind and turn his thoughts to reality, toward the eager and willing housewife waiting just a few feet away.
Even before he touched the bell, the door swung open. One look at the flushed face that greeted him told Ralph that Paula was ripe and ready for action.
"Come in, Ralph," she purred, the red jumpsuit she wore unzipped to expose the deep, inviting cleavage of her ample bosom. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing beneath her seductive outfit.
She led him to a thickly carpeted den. The heaviness of musk oil pierced Ralph's nostrils as he entered the dimly lighted room. Soft music throbbed from hidden speakers.
"How about a drink?" Paula asked, sauntering to the well-stocked bar. "What'll it be, honey?"
"Scotch and water is fine," Ralph said, his glittering eyes undressing the plump brunette as she moved about. She's got a nice pair of tits on her, Ralph observed as Paula lifted the lid of the ice bucket. They're starting to sag a little but what the hell, she's no kid. They'll still make a good handful. Her waist is too thick, he criticized as the woman turned. But her big ass sort of balances it.
Ralph continued to appraise the body that he would soon vanquish as Paula came toward him, carrying their drinks on a tray. I bet she can really wrap those muscular legs around me, he speculated, his eyes boring into hers as he lifted his glass. They look good and strong, like they can help me give her a really good fucking. Ralph knew that that was exactly what the sex-starved female wanted and he intended to oblige. He'd give her the best damn screwing she ever had! His lust-thickened cock throbbed hungrily as Paula leaned close, her eyes answering his silent question as she gazed over the rim of her glass.
Ralph downed his drink in a few quick gulps, set it down on the nearest table, and moved closer to the crimson-clad body. "You're driving me crazy, baby," he whispered, taking the glass from her hands. He placed it beside his and slid his arms around Paula's thick waist, then downward over the sharp curve of her large, jutting behind. Cupping an asscheek in each hand, Ralph squeezed the huge mountains of flesh, his fingers hard and demanding.
Paula gave a little gasp of delight, letting her head fall backwards. Ralph's lips found the pulse in her throat, kissed its pulsating hollow, then trailed downward to the dark crevice of her swollen breasts.
Moaning, the sex-starved brunette quickly unzipped her jumpsuit and yanked it open, her bare and bobbing twin hills of pleasure quivering expectantly as they loomed forward to cradle Ralph's face. Ralph's fingers quickly abandoned the huge buttocks to knead and press the fleshiness of Paula's big tits. His mouth gnawed and nibbled, teasing each breast until at last, it closed around her protruding nipple.
"Ahhhhhh," Paula murmured, her lips wet and parted. It feels great to have a hungry mouth at my boobs again! Her jumpsuit slid to the carpet, leaving her completely naked. A slow, delicious warmth spread up her heavy thighs to meet the throbbing of her gently oozing cuntal opening. As Ralph sucked noisily, Paula's trembling hands opened his fly, then stroked the precious, blood-engorged organ that lunged forward.
The moment Ralph's lips relaxed their grip, Paula sank to her knees. Grabbing his firm buttocks, she guided his bloated, dripping cock-head into her eager mouth. Her eyes hooded with lust, Paula's oval mouth closed hungrily around the swollen organ. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as she felt his hot penis slide back and forth, pressing against her tongue and the roof of her oral cavern.
Longing to taste the entire length of him, the naked brunette stretched her lips wider. Her head bobbed back and forth as she tried to swallow even more of his mammoth penis. Her huge tits became two quivering, drooping spheres of flesh as she worked feverishly at her task. How she loved the pressure of his thick shaft against the warm wetness of her oral cavity.
What a gorgeous hunk of meat, she thought, glorying to its incredible hardness, the strength of its erection. Not like the burnt-out, limp noodle of a prick I'm married to. Paula's fingers kneaded Ralph's buttocks, slithering down to stroke his muscular thighs as well. She'd worked his slacks and shorts down so that she could grasp the fullness of his swollen testicles. As she caressed his quivering balls, her hungry mouth continued to move back and forth over the glistening, pulsating penis. Tasting the stickiness of his pre-coital fluid, Paula's own sexual juices flowed more freely.
The dripping, parted crevice between her open, tingling thighs ached with desire. Ralph's lust-thickened cock was driving her wild. She sucked greedily, her cheeks working in and out with a steady rhythm. Lord, he tasted good! She couldn't get enough of him. Moaning, Paula flicked her tongue around the oozing, open tip of the mammoth pole of flesh, then probed down inside the opening, searching for more of his creamy syrup of passion. As her finger stroked and titillated his prickly, swollen sacs, Paula's belly grew hot with longing. She hated to abandon this delicious cock pumping in and out of her warm mouth. But she had to. She had to have this wondrously huge pole of flesh between her legs now! Her entire being was aflame with need. And only Ralph's flowing semen could quench the fire raging through her throbbing, burning body.
But when Paula tried to pull away, Ralph clasped his hands firmly on each side of her head. Pumping his hips forward, he thrust his quivering, saliva-coated penis to the back of her throat.
"Don't stop!" he panted, thrilling to the warmth and wetness of her oral cavity. "Suck harder!"
Paula quickly obeyed, her eyes glazed and unseeing as her flushed cheeks worked even more feverishly.
"Ahhhhhh." Ralph's jaw went slack. Christ, it feels good! he thought as the bent and naked brunette did marvelous things with her slitheringly warm tongue. The sensitive, throbbing head of his huge cock oozed joyfully as her warm, probing oral member dug deeper into the gaping mouth of his bloated prickhead. Ralph watched the dark head pump back and forth, the oval mouth stretch wide to accommodate his increasing thickness. Every time the grasping mouth came closer, he jerked his hips forward to meet it, his eyes admiring the roundness of her wide, jutting ass as she bobbed to and fro. Moaning with pleasure, Ralph timed himself perfectly. A well-practiced expert, he enjoyed every possible suck, the very last flick of hot tongue before withdrawing his quivering, dripping cock from her mouth.
Ralph was panting with eagerness now, and his swollen, veined cock throbbed painfully, demanding release. In seconds, he stood stark naked, straddling the dark-haired woman who lay sprawled beneath him on the thick carpeting. With glassy eyes, she looked up at him with a lascivious smile on her lips. Her thick legs widespread and yielding, Paula offered him the flowering inner folds of her lewdly parted, glistening crevice. Her tongue darted out at the delectable sight of his towering, massive penis as he hovered over her.
Ralph dropped to his knees and spread her pale thighs even further. "Let's have a look at your pussy, baby," he said. His fingers touched the tender, pink membranes of her cuntal opening to expose the quivering, oozing slit beneath the blossoming folds.
Paula caught her breath as she felt his thumb massage the hotness of her stiff clitoris. Nearly mad with desire, she tossed her head from side to side as he teased and manipulated her feverish, pulsating pussy.
"Oh, please!" she gasped, her voluminous tits trembling as her chest heaved with passion. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Instead, Ralph grabbed two handfuls of tit and squeezed hard. She pumped her wide hips in the air, fucking an imaginary cock as his lips closed around the ambrosial tip of first one breast, then of the other to suck greedily.
"Oh, please!" she begged, whimpering. "Put it in. Now!"
Ralph couldn't wait any longer, either. At last, his massive, dripping organ slid into her passioned-soaked tunnel. Moaning as if in delirium, Paula swiveled and undulated as he penetrated her with near-savage force, her sex-crazed body moving wildly in glorious rhythm with his brutal fucking.
"Harder!" she shrieked, wrapping her thick legs around his back in pretzel fashion, as she struggled to capture even more of this cruel and masterful invader.
Ralph bore down on her, thrusting his great shaft farther and farther into her spongy, grasping vaginal opening until he felt himself bump against the mouth of her womb. The slick, saturated walls of her dilated love tunnel grasped greedily as, using her powerful legs for leverage, she forced her wide hips ever upward. This bitch can really screw, Ralph thought, pumping harder, giving her every last inch of his great, quivering length. His aching and swollen testicles slapped against her huge ass as he jammed Paula for all he was worth.
Rivulets of sweat trickled down his back into the dark, hairy recess of his asshole as he fucked and grunted, his handsome features contorted with lust. Ralph was thrilling to every frantic twist of her whirling pelvis, every responsive ripple of her oily cuntal crevice.
With one final inward thrust, Ralph's expanded testes released their turbulent load. Hot semen shot against the panting brunette's battered cervix in great, pulsating spurts. "Aghhhh," he gurgled, his eyes rolling backwards, only their whites showing, as his entire body became a bucking mass of sexual release, his liquid fire bursting inside her, coating the walls of her quivering, rippling cunt.
With a shrill animal-like cry of release, Paula humped like a bitch in heat, as a soul-searing orgasm tore through her entire being. Their naked bodies fused and sweating, the pair jerked and convulsed like two epileptics in seizure as, together, they climaxed.
They lay on the carpet, spent and panting, until Ralph finally dismounted. "I wish we could go another round, honey," he said, glancing at his watch. "But I better make tracks.
Arthur will be back soon." He reached for his strewn clothes and dressed hurriedly.
Paula watched him for a while, then rose reluctantly. Her features were relaxed now, her plump body glowing with satisfaction. She came over to Ralph, her huge, slightly pendulous boobs jiggling as she moved. The bright rosettes punctuating her twin heaps of flesh were soft, wide circles now and her down-coated pussy, filled to overflowing with their combined sexual fluids, purred contentedly.
"You're quite a man, Ralph," she cooed, coming up behind him to rub her big tits against his back as he buttoned his shirt. "Better than I expected." She reached up to nibble his ear. "You will call me, won't you, Ralph?"
"You bet I will," he assured her, his voice husky. "You're good, baby. Real good!"
As Ralph drove home, he found himself humming along with the car radio, his spirits high. He's had his little diversion and Liz would never be the wiser. He'd wait awhile, of course. Just long enough to have her panting again, then he'd phone Paula and arrange for another clandestine meeting.
So she had a thick waist and her tits were somewhat droopy. Paula Grenshaw was still the best damn piece of ass he'd had in a long time!