Chapter 3
Even though Shelly had not come to the marriage bed a virgin, Tom never mentioned this during their marriage. And it was possible that he never even knew, such being his knowledge of women and anything to do with sex. Or it could have been because he was too much of a gentleman to throw it up to her. Shelly was not made up of the material to reveal this juvenile incident to Tom so the secret was kept.
Shelly's chief concern in life was Shelly. Her mirror was the first to acknowledge that she was a thing of beauty, a luxurious, feminine creature on whom, somehow, it was an utter shame to squander on just one man. Other men told her what she saw in the mirror. After only two years of marriage she discovered there was far more to sex than what she had experienced with either young Billy Dorton or with Tom.
Tom's duties with Wymore Enterprises were actually the opening wedge in prying apart their marriage. It was not unusual for him to be gone from home for three and four days at a time, taking overseas flights or overnight trips to other cities. These absences only increased the initial boredom Shelly experienced with Tom's work, and it required very little encouragement from one of her admirers to take the first step into the depths of infidelity. The feeling of loneliness and boredom was too great for Shelly to comprehend. Surely, she thought, Tom was terribly inconsiderate to abandon such a delightful feminine body as hers and he most certainly couldn't expect her to sit home alone for days on end.
Shelly's first lover appeared on the scene quite by accident and at almost a perfect time. Tom was out of town and would be gone for at least three more days. Hannah, the housekeeper, had the two small children that had come to the marriage.
Shelly, feeling bored and lonesome as usual, was attired in a thin negligee with only a light filmy robe thrown over it. As was her custom, she had showered, made herself up to perfection and was just stroking her hair brush through her long, raven hair when the doorbell rang.
Shelly had planned for just such a moment for some time and, as she slowly ambled to the door, she muttered to herself, "If it's a man, he's mine!"
Dan Michaels had no such plans for Shelly that day when he walked gaily up the walk at 1410 Willow Drive. Nattily dressed in a light gray summer suit and his brown hair neatly in place, he looked exactly as a young insurance man of twenty-seven should. His was not a casual solicitation of the Wymore home that day. Previously, he had contacted Tom at his office and was advised that if he was ever in the neighborhood he should stop at the house. However, Tom had not meant for Michaels to call while only Shelly was home. This was the last thing in his mind for, naive as he was, he still possessed that male instinct that told him a man and a woman alone in the same room together for five minutes would occupy their thoughts with sex.
He had seen Shelly operate and, although done in the most casual and innocent manner, her innuendos and flirtatious attentions to other men had caused him some uneasiness over the past several years. However, he had said nothing, preferring to observe and prevent rather than attack the situation head-on.
Now Shelly's heart skipped a beat and a slight shiver ran down her spine as she looked through the small window in the front door. Dan Michaels was made to order for what she wanted this day. She could feel the excitement race through her as her fingers clutched the knob. Then, inhaling deeply, she threw the door open wide, affixing her most provocative smile as she did so.
Dan Michaels experienced the same tremor, but it was more of surprise and fear than of want. For a moment, he stood there, unable to speak. He felt the perspiration moisten the hand holding his briefcase. Shelly continued to smile, then arched one eyebrow. "Yes?" she asked.
"Ah, I-I'm Dan Michaels. I-I'm, ah...."
"Won't you come in?" Shelly asked. She backed away, then turned and walked to the living room, leaving the man no choice but to follow. His body followed mechanically, while his eyes followed the easy sway of Shelly's retreating form.
She waved casually toward the divan, motioning for him to be seated.
"Now then, what can I help you with?" she asked.
"Ah, I," he stammered, clutching nervously at his briefcase. "I came to see Tom ... ah, Mr. Wymore. Is he home?"
"No, but I'm Mrs. Wymore. Can I help you?"
"Well, I was supposed to see Mr. Wymore about some insurance. He said I should stop in the next time I was in the area. He...."
"Oh, dear, my husband is out of town. He won't be back for two or three days. He's always going off somewhere, leaving me home all alone. I really don't know where he goes all the time."
"Business trip?"
"Well," she purred, "he says it's business. Sometimes I wonder."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about him, Mrs. Wymore. The kind of business he's in requires a lot of travel. That's why I'm here. I thought some additional insurance coverage might be a good thing for him. In fact, he asked me to come to the house so he could discuss it with you, too. You're interested in being fully protected, aren't you?"
"That sort of thing I usually leave to Tom, but then, as long as you're here, maybe you can go over some of the different types of policies with me."
"Well, I don't know, Mrs. Wymore. Some of these things get a little technical. Maybe I'd better come back some other time. I'd rather...."
"Oh, no, Mr. Michaels. I understand a lot more about such things than most women," Shelly lied, seeing Dan preparing to get up.
"Well, all right," he said hesitantly, obviously uneasy in the presence of this scantily-clad woman. He plucked nervously at the zipper on the case, then, when he had undone it, laid the case open on his knees. Shelly, who had remained standing during this brief conversation, slipped silently to the divan and sat down beside him.
It was slightly chilly in the room, even though the windows were still closed, and Shelly pulled her robe around her, accentuating the firm mounds of her breasts. Dan looked at her in a curious, serious manner, and then a worried expression clouded his face. He fumbled through the many papers in the open case, seemingly not aware of what he was looking for.
Shelly watched in amused silence. The mantrap was beginning to work and a great surge of pleasure shot through her, giving her the confidence she needed to carry out the seduction to its successful conclusion. In her mind, sex was the secondary act of fulfillment. The anti-climax to the chase and entrapment. Sex for the sake of sex did not carry with it the deep-felt pleasure and satisfaction that the seduction did. Perhaps, this is why marriage and the marriage bed with Tom held little fascination for her. He was there, available, any time, and the flavor somehow lost its palatability when she realized this. But this was not to say she did not crave and seek sexual fulfillment. It was just that the seduction held greater fascination for her.
"Would you like a drink, Mr. Michaels?" she asked suddenly.
"No, ah, thanks, ma'am. I'm still working."
"Oh, a little one won't hurt you. I'll make it weak. Anyway," she called over her shoulder as she headed for the small portable bar across the room, "you can take the rest of the day off."
"Yeah, and wouldn't my boss like that, though?"
"How would your boss know? You're here on business, aren't you ? Isn't this part of your business?"
"Well, ah, yes, I guess so," he replied, looking anxiously about the room. "What's the matter? Nervous?"
''Well, ah...."
"Don't be," she tried to assure him. "I told you my husband won't be home for days. Besides, there's nothing wrong with you having a little drink with me."
When she returned with the two drinks, she had unfastened the small belt holding her robe and as she walked she made sure it parted so there was very little left to the imagination. Dan Michaels looked up once, then turned quickly away.
Shelly sat down beside him, let her robe fall away from her knees, then handed him his drink. When he reached out for the glass, Shelly made sure their fingers touched, then let her hand fall away slowly and drop onto his wrist. It was only for a moment, but Shelly heard Dan suck in his breath. She smiled as she saw his hand shake noticeably. The ice cubes clinked against the glass, and he clutched it with both hands.
"Don't be nervous, darling," she purred. "Oh, I'm sorry, I mean Mr. Michaels."
"That's all right."
"You mean you don't mind me calling you 'darling'?"
"N-no, I guess not," he said, quickly averting his eyes. "It sounds better than 'Mr. Michaels,' I suppose."
"You can call me Shelly."
"All right ... Shelly."
"That's better," she said, her voice suddenly becoming soft and hushed.
Nodding almost too vigorously, Dan said giddily, "As long as you're going to call me anything, 'darling' is fine. Maybe I should do the same ... darling." His voice sounded strange, as though it had come from a long distance and least of all from him. Shelly patted his hand.
"Drink up," she said poking at his half-empty glass with her index finger. "I'll fix us another."
He looked at his glass a moment, then drank what was left in it.
"Why don't you get comfortable, darling? It must be strangling in that coat and tie," she said, handing him his second drink. "Can I help you?"
"N-no, that's all right," he stammered. He began to tug at his tie with one hand while the other probed in mid-air, looking for the coffee table on which to set his glass. Shelly took the drink from him, set both of them on the table, then reached up and undid the tie for him.
"Come with me, darling," she said. She took his hand, and pulled him toward the bedroom.
Shelly looked lovely to Dan as she began to remove her clothes. As he watched with increased interest, undoing his own clothes in the meantime, she opened her bra and tossed it casually across a chair and stood there in front of him naked. Naked, that is, except for a pair of pale blue panties. Her body, he thought as he looked at her now, was just amazing.
It had been his experience that even the most well-developed and well-shaped breasts seemed to sag a little when a bra was removed, but Shelly did not bear out this earlier observation. Her breasts remained erect and beautifully curved toward the ceiling, upswept firmly from their meeting with her chest to the deep-red nipples and pink circles of the aureoles around them.
Dan made a move as though to put his arms around her, but she touched him gently on the shoulder and held him off. His interest was caught now, but she wanted to increase it and strengthen it so that he would not slip away from her into his dull world of business again. As he understood and sat down on the bed, she began to move her body.
There was no music on but Shelly moved as though she were dancing. Her slim body swayed in a smooth and lovely rhythm, her red-capped breasts lifting and falling gently, and her full buttocks moving excitingly underneath the tight little panties. When she turned back to face him again she took hold of her own breasts. She put her hands under them and lifted them as though offering them to him, her thumbs and forefingers caught hold of her nipples and pinched and squeezed them as she did so.
Again Dan lifted himself as though to seize her, but she whirled quickly away. As he settled down again, she moved a little further and turned her back to him, her buttocks still swaying from side to side. She caught hold of the front of her panties and tugged them downward, running her hands around in back, pulling the elastic a little farther down until they were nothing but a silk en roll around her thighs. With a quick movement, she wiggled and the roll fell down around her ankles.
Then, still holding and caressing her breasts, she smiled a seductive smile at him.
Dan could contain himself no longer. He got to his feet and moved quickly to where she stood. She was still standing with her smile becoming even more seductive. He reached her and moved against her, his body crushing against her softness. He put his arms around her and his hands on her breasts. They felt even more wonderful to him than they looked, warm and yielding under his touch. He took hold of both of them and began to crush his fingers into their softness. He heard her gasp with a mixture of pain and enjoyment at the brutal masculinity of his caress. He tightened his fingers even more harshly around the soft, pliable mounds.
Then, still holding and caressing her, he bent his head and kissed her satin-smooth skin. He heard her gasp again and felt her entire body tremble. He kissed her again, letting his teeth sink a little into her soft, perfumed flesh. She writhed under his touch.
He released her right breast and caught both of them in his left hand, squeezing them together and rubbing her nipples with his fingers. He slid his free right hand down her back and caught hold of her buttocks, kneading the flesh gently as he undulated back and forth with his prick pressing into her. Then he put his left arm around her again, sliding the hand up from her smooth belly to lift and squeeze each breast in turn. He felt deep pleasure and enjoyment as he pressed his bare chest against the softness of her breasts, warmth blended with warmth. He pressed his body against her, hearing her breath suck in at the touch of him and at the muscled strength of his caress.
He continued to hold her, his one hand caressing her breast, first one, then the other, and squeezing them together. He ran his hand behind her and fondled the cheeks of her ass, then swept into the crevice and searched for her puckered anus. He began to caress her in rhythm with the movement of his body against hers.
Shelly began to move a little as he did this to her, pressing her body against his body and his hand while he kissed her throat and neck. Their breathing was deeper and more racking nowboth of them completely wild with hunger for each other. She did not mind the bruising brutality of his hands on her; nor did he mind when she put her arms around him and began to tear at his skin with her nails.
She turned her face up to him, feeling a sudden urge to be kissed. His mouth welcomed her soft lips. Their mouths crushed together, their bodies meeting so her breasts touched and flattened hotly against his chest. Their middles sought each other and ground together. As they kissed, he moved his hands again so one hand caressed and fondled her breasts and his other went to the junction between her legs where heaven lay in a bed of silky hair. He probed the soft mushiness of her crotch, gently searching for the opening to her pussy. And when he found the moist slit, he slid his finger in and gently massaged the swollen clitoris until she was twisting and writhing in his arms.
Suddenly, he lifted her into the air and carried her to the bed. He kissed her once, then laid her down.
"COME TO ME, DARLING," she said, opening her arms. "I WANT YOUR COCK." She looked at the stiff rod protruding from his crotch. "My, it's such a nice one. Give it to me ... please."
"Suck it a little," he said, nudging his hips forward so the head of his prick was only inches from her lips.
She raised up without hesitation and put her mouth over the bluish-red head. She sucked it briefly, then took her lips off it. She took it in both hands and pulled him closer, then touched the underside with the tip of her tongue. She ran up the entire length, then down again. She took his balls in her warm hands and fondled them briefly, then kissed the hairy sack. She then turned her head sideways and nibbled her way up the shaft until she once again reached the plum-like head. Playfully, she sunk her teeth into it, then released him.
"FUCK ME NOW," she said. She fell back on the bed and spread her legs wide. "COME, DAR LING, I WANT THAT NICE PRICK INSIDE ME BEFORE IT SPITS ALL OVER ME."
He groaned a little, disappointed that she had not sucked his cock a little longer. He moved between her legs and felt her fingers grasp his prick and guide it to her pussy. He felt the heat of her cunt, rising up to his cock until he thought she must be on fire. He pushed forward and felt the intense heat of her pussy surround his driving dick.
"OH, YES, DARLING ... FUCK ME," she sighed, "FUCK ME REAL NICE AND EASY."
"God, you're hot inside."
"You made me that way."
"I-I never thought when I came here that I'd...."
"Be fucking me an hour later?"
He murmured in the affirmative.
"Didn't you know when I met you at the door that having your cock was the only thing I had in mind?" she asked.
"The idea crossed my mind," he said, pumping his cock slowly in and out of her. "But you never can tell...."
She giggled a little then.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Isn't this a lot better than selling insurance?"
Yes, he had to admit, it beat just about anything he could think of.