Chapter 11
Screw Howie, will she? Joan thought as she walked into the suburban city hall and followed the arrow that pointed toward the police department.
She drove right into his station-my own sister!-and went up on the lift with him. A lot of people must have identified her car. The word must be all over town. Thank God it finally got to me so I can do something about it.
And that will be a pleasure!
The slender woman with the short, platinum hair wore a determined look as she entered the police department. A glint of anticipation brightened her green eyes.
"I want to see Grant McKenna," she told the officer at the front desk. "He's my brother-in-law."
The uniformed sergeant nodded her through.
Grant was at his desk in the detectives' room. The eyes of the other officers appraised Joan's trim legs and pert figure as she passed. It was a warm day, and she hadn't worn a wrap, which put the braless quiver of her smallish, pointy breasts on display.
"How about taking a relative to lunch?" she suggested to Grant as she dropped onto the chair next to his desk and crossed her legs.
"Well ... sure, Joan."
Grant's eyes moved over her and liked what they saw. Joan had always attracted him. He had suspected that she wasn't a very nice person, with her flamboyant style and frank way of talking. But she was the sort of woman a man might have fun with, he thought.
He had no such intentions when he agreed to take her to lunch. However, he was vulnerable, hurting for a lack of sex because of his problems with Barbara.
He and Joan went to a little restaurant down the street and, in a cozy comer booth, her hand crept onto his thigh. He gave her a sharp, professional look.
"Can you quit being a cop for about an hour?" she suggested. "And quit being a brother-in-law, too?"
"What do you want me to be?" he asked curiously.
"A lover," Joan blurted. "You're kidding."
"No, I'm not. Barbara and Howie have been together. I figure what's fair for them is fair for us. Anyway, I've always had eyes for you." Her hand slid Up his thigh and caressed his cock and balls through his clothes.
Grant had had three bombs dropped on him at once, and he wasn't sure which had blown him the highest.
Barbara and Howie together?
Joan had always had an eye for him?
Her hand on his genitals was what he responded to, his deprived penis stiffening in his boxer shorts.
"Oooh, let's get out of here!" Joan exclaimed huskily, though in discreetly low tones, as she clutched her brother-in-law's hard-on underneath the table.
"B-but...."
"My place," Joan breathed. "The kids are in school, and Howie is working-or screwing. I never know which. Anyway, we'll have the house to ourselves."
"Damn it, Joan, I'm a police officer ... and I'm married to your sister!" Grant whispered, writhing as she continued to clutch his hard cock.
"So, police officers can have sex, can't they? And as for Barbara, I told you she and Howie have made it."
"No, bull?"
"It's a positive fact."
Grant was amazed. As the significance of the information sank in, and as he appreciated more and more Joan's interest in him, he weakened.
"Come on," he finally said.
They drove to Joan's house.
"Ooh ... damn it, baby, don't do that!" Grant said as his sister-in-law began sucking his cock.
She raised her head. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?"
"Hell, what man wouldn't like it? But it's a goddamned perversion! We arrest people for it."
Joan laughed throatily. "Well, you can arrest me afterwards, if you want to. I'm going to have my fun first. Just lie back there and relax, hm?"
Nude, Joan bent over her brother-in-law's husky, naked form. Her pert titties swooped, and her warm, soft lips wrapped themselves around the crown of his upthrust pecker. She sucked delightfully, caressing his smooth, bulbous cockhead wijh her velvet tongue.
Grant groaned pleasurably. When Barbara had tried to give him head, he had been shocked and had slapped her away. He thought it was wrong to take it from Joan, also, but it felt so good that he let her continue.
The word she had given him about his wife and her husband had shaken his old attitudes about his marriage, himself, and life in general. He cocked his head forward on the pillow and watched with thrilled amazement as Joan pumped her mouth up and down on his dick, then relinquished his gleaming rod so that she could lick it. Her rosy tongue circled his glans again and again, fluttered tantalizingly against its sensitive tip, then waggled up and down it as she watched him with a wickedly playful look in her eyes. She seized his cock in her mouth once again and resumed sucking heatedly on it as she bobbed her head.
"Oooooh, that's good!" Grant exclaimed, flopping his head back onto the pillow and concentrating on the wondrous tactile sensation of a warm, sucking mouth rhythmically engulfing his dick.
Finally Joan relinquished his well-sucked pecker, and she said, "Now it's your turn," as she lay down beside him and spread her legs.
"Huh?" Grant responded in confusion. He sat up and stared at her twat, ringed by dark hair that didn't begin to match her silver-blonde coiffure.
"Go ahead," she urged. "Mama wants her pussy licked."
"Now, wait a minute-I don't do that."
"You've got to be kidding, Grant," his sister-in-law said, and blinked at him. "You mean, you've never done it for Barbara?"
"Hell, no!"
"No wonder she went after Howie," Joan remarked.
"You mean, women expect it?"
"You'd better believe they do! There's a lot more to sex than just some quick jabbing, you know. Well, didn't you enjoy what I did?"
"Sure," Grant had to admit.
"There you are! So give me a little head, also. Who knows-you might get to like it as much as I enjoy sucking a big, juicy cock."
Grant stared at her cunt and wasn't sure if he could go through with it. But, by letting her suck his prick, he had put himself ina position where he couldn't very well refuse to try. Grant was a fair-minded man, if nothing else.
He crawled between his sister-in-law's thighs and approached her moist, hair-fringed slit. He detected a teasing fragrance as he got closer-fresh and faintly musky in a way that, strangely enough, stimulated him. He tentatively stuck out his tongue.
His first swiping tongue-stroke along his sister-in-law's oozing pussy caused her to moan pleasurably and give a little wriggle of her hips. Her tangy taste stimulated Grant all the more.
Thinking, What the hell, he hunkered down and dug his tongue into her wiggly, wet cuntflesh.
"Oooh, bay-beeee!" Joan purred, and ruffled his short-cropped hair as he twisted his square head between her thighs.
"Aaahhhnngh ... aaahhhh ... I I I I I I..." Grant groaned, licking her warm cunt.
His first taste had allayed his fears, and he had quickly found out that he enjoyed eating twat. It wasn't just the delicate, sexy scent and taste of it that pleased him, but Joan's appreciative responses, as well. He had never before gotten such a sense of warmth from a woman-such a feeling of closeness.
His tongue stroked in and out of all the little pussyfolds and tickled the tip of Joan's clit. Her hips were bobbing, and she was wildly clutching at his head.
"OOOOH, PLEASE FUCK ME!" she cried. "GET UP ONTO ME AND DRIVE YOUR PRICK IN! OOOH, BABY, I NEED YOUR COCK!"
Grant scrambled forward atop her, his mouth and chin wet with her cunt-juice, his senses happily reeling. When he drove his prick into her pussy, he found her thrillingly wet and open, yet snug enough to clutch his cock tightly as it glided.
He quickly discovered something else as he stroked up and down inside Joan: He wasn't as eager to achieve a quick release, as usual. The oral preliminaries had given him more staying power.
He fucked his sister-in-law slowly and steadily as she writhed and clutched him, her slender legs crossing over his back. His bulb-ended organ stroked smoothly in and out of her hungrily gulping twat. She snapped her hips, adding to his tactile pleasure.
"Hey, baby, this is great!" he found himself saying.
"Oooh yessss, Grant!" she moaned, and fucked heatedly with him.
They made the bed creak and sigh from the steady motion of their churning hips as lust swelled slowly within them both. Joan was the first to quicken her hip motions. She clawed at Grant's back.
His balls were in a frenzy by that time, and he fucked her with all he had, rocking her slim body and making her titties leap on her chest.
"OOOOOOOH!" she bawled. "I'M GOING TO ... GET IT!"
She lurched, her hot cunt rippling around Grant's driving rod. He jerked inside her, and his warm cream welled up to shoot spurtingly through the tube of his prick. Into her his jism went as he vibrated and groaned, his buttocks clenched tightly.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, coming down from her high. "Oooh, man, that was zfon-derful!" she added, wrapping her arms around his bulky form and rocking him to and fro atop her.
Grant was prepared to believe, by that time, that the new way of sex was a definite improvement.
That evening Barbara was confused and frightened. She didn't know what to do about the fix she found herself in.
As if her disillusionment with Tony weren't bad enough, she was in deadly peril of being exposed to the entire town as a wanton slut if she tried to help her sister or any of the other women whom Tony and his partners were blackmailing. She seemed trapped, at the same time, in an unsatisfactory marriage. The outlook appeared hopeless.
Grant detected her blue mood as soon as he arrived home. He was feeling a bit guilty because of his rendezvous with Joan, but he knew what to do about it: Show Barbara a damned good time. That, he hoped, would relieve her depression, also.
Joan had made him realize that he hadn't been getting the most out of marital sex, and he had been letting Barbara down. If that was the reason she had turned to Howie, as her sister had said, he was prepared to forgive her.
Barbara noted a change in his attitude right no away. He had brought some wine to go with their dinner. That relaxed her and made her a bit less apprehensive.
Shortly after dinner, Grant suggested bed.
"Oooh, I'm not ready yet," Barbara told him, uneager to endure a session of Grant's inept lovemaking on top of her other troubles.
He surprisingly swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
"When the lord and master wants sex, it's sex he's going to have," Grant said.
Barbara unhappily resigned herself to a brief, frustrating bout of thrusting and rocking. What could she do but submit? Grant was her husband, and their marriage was all she had. She would have to make the most of it, she decided, miserable as it was.
Grant lay her on the bed and stood beside it to remove his clothes.
That was unusual, she thought. He would ordinarily have barked at her to take her clothes off right away so that she would be totally bare as soon as he was and they could get right down to humping. He had never indicated much interest in exploring her body, as Tony-damn him!-had done.
Barbara watched through smoldering eyes as her husky husband took his shorts off. He wasn't poorly endowed in the sex department, she decided. In fact, he was a very good-looking man, over all.
If he just knew how to make love, everything would be perfect, she thought. The two extra inches of cock which Tony possessed weren't what had pleased her about him, she realized, but rather it was how he treated her ... before she became aware that he was a rat.
Grant knelt on the bed beside her and stroked her body through her clothes. Her breasts awakened, tingling responsively. She felt her loins stir.
But it was for nothing, she believed. There was no satisfaction to be had with Grant.
He caressed her stocking-clad legs, gradually working her skirt up above the gartered tops of her nylons. He bent and kissed the smooth, soft flesh of her thigh.
Well! she thought. THAT isn't like him. He IS acting differently tonight. But I'm sure it doesn't mean anything really. He'll be the same old Grant in a few minutes-driving his stiff dick into me and pumping it like crazy until he comes, regardless of whether I'm ready or not. And I won't be ... not tonigh t. That's for sure!
Grant drew his wife's skirt higher, denuding her pastel panties. He stroked her hips through the clingy undergarment, then brought his hands to the top of her dress. He unfastened and removed it and followed by removing her bra. He caressed her rounded, shivery tits and kissed each jutting nipple.
"Grant ...!" she purred, and ran her hand around the back of his head. He really was being very nice. She could scarcely believe it.
He sucked her titties lingeringly, giving her a throbbing glow. Then he carefully took hold of the slender elastic at the top of her silk pants and drew the filmy undies down, denuding her darkly tempting loins.
He spread her legs apart.
Barbara's interest quickened. Was it possible that he might...? YES! OH GOD, HE'S GOING TO DO IT!
"Ooooooooh!" Barbara moaned blissfully as her husband licked her sizzling cunt.
She screwed her sopped pussy against his loving face and was thrilled by the fluttering penetrations of his tongue. He licked her wildly tingling clithead, then took the firm nubbin between his lips and sucked on it.
Barbara had no idea what had changed him, turning him into the kind of lover she had dreamed of, but this was no time to ask questions. She wanted to reciprocate his oral attentions, and she felt free for the first time to do it with him.
Reaching out, she found his thrusting hardness, and her fingers curled around the column of bone-like flesh. She squirmed, bringing her face to his loins without interrupting his delightful ministrations to her throbbing cunt. Her hand rolled his foreskin back, and she moistly kissed the tip of his even moister cock.
"Ooh, Grant ... darling!" she exclaimed, and seized his prickhead in her mouth.
She felt a blissful throb course through him as she commenced sucking his cock, and he didn't stop kissing her pussy. In fact, he tongued her soft, wet labia with even greater intensity, and she knew that everything was as it should be, at last.
She pumped her head fervently, gliding her o-shaped lips up and down across the ridge of his pecker and along his spit-slick shaft. His cock surged deeply into her mouth-into her throat, as well.
He sucked the tip of her clitty, making her wildly excited.
When the moment came for him to mount her, she was nearly ready to climax. His inrushing prick stroked the slippery walls of her vagina as she clutched him in her warm cuntal embrace.
"Love me ... FUCK MEEEE ... ooooh, my daar-linnng!" she cried, and bobbed her hips in cock-loving frenzy.
Grant didn't move as fast as usual, but stroked just quickly enough to bring her to a peak of throbbing passion. She clutched him and drummed his heaving rump with her heels.
"OOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, coming.
Grant kept fucking her.
She continued her upward surge of passion, going for a second and even more breathless release. Grant quickened his motions as her hot hole gobbled at his driving dick.
"OOOH ... OOOOOOH ... WOWWWWWWW!" Barbara cried, and snatched her second orgasm when Grant came, spurting his hot juice inside her.
"Oooh, loverrr, that was the greatest!" she said, licking and biting at his ear. Her cunt continued throbbing around him.
"What happened tonight?" she asked in amazement after he had climbed off.
"Did you like it?" he asked, grinning.
"You know I did!"
"Well...." Grant lay back and looked at the ceiling. "I think it's time for a mutual confession. I was with your sister today, and she taught me a few things."
Barbara sat up with a start and stared at him.
"She told me something, too," Grant went on, "about you and Howie."
"What?"
"Yes, she knows. And so do I."
"And you're not angry with me?" Barbara could scarcely believe it.
"Are you angry with me??" Grant asked. "No," she admitted.
They stared at each other, speechless for a few moments. Then they both smiled, and snuggled in each other's arms.
Barbara knew what she should do next, and she launched into it before she had a chance to chicken out:
"While we're making confessions, I have another one-and I'm afraid it's the worst of all. Maybe you won't be able to forgive this, but I have to tell you. Our future happiness depends on it."
"What is it, baby?" Grant asked.
Barbara began to tell him tremulously, but pretty soon the words came gushing out as if a floodgate had been opened. She didn't hold back a single shocking fact about her illicit affair with Tony, her sister's involvement with him, and her final devastating encounter with Tony, Frieda and Jerome.
Grant listened to it all without interruption.
When Barbara was through, she wasn't sure whether she had saved her marriage or ruined it. She stared at Grant, half hoping and half fearing, as she awaited his response.