Chapter 3
After Jerry had departed, Joyce took a shower and went back to bed. Sleep came immediately.
But when she awoke, the burning desire was once again in her cunt, more demanding than ever! She looked at all the sexual toys on the bedside table and shivered. Her pussy and asshole began twitching.
"What's with me all of a sudden?" she asked herself aloud, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Well I'm too damned young to sit home all the time and let life pass me by. I've got a nice body and it craves attention."
Then she thought about her husband Tom and wondered if he really loved her. She needed to talk to someone -- to another woman . . . or maybe to a psychiatrist. Suddenly depression enveloped her.
The telephone rang.
She snatched the receiver from the bedside phone, hoping to hear her husband's voice. "Hello."
"Joyce . . . this is Freda. How are you, honey?"
"Oh, Freda. Hi. I'm all right, I guess. How are you?"
"Just fine. I haven't talked to you in a couple of weeks. Just thought I'd call and wish you a happy birthday for tomorrow. You'll be, eh, twenty-nine, won't you?"
"Thirty. And it was two days ago."
"Really? Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was tomorrow."
"That's all right. It's nice to know that someone was thinking about me anyway."
"Tom . . . didn't call?"
"No. No one called. But I'm glad you're calling now. I need ... I need someone to talk to. Are you busy? Could I come over, Freda?" Joyce asked.
"Certainly you can come over -- any time of the day or night. We're friends, aren't we? And that's what friends are for. Come on over. I'll put the coffee pot on and take a fast shower."
Joyce felt better instantly. She hung up, dressed into short shorts, a halter, sandals, and was pushing the doorbell at Freida's luxurious ranch-type home ten minutes later.
Freda, a voluptuous natural blonde, answered the door attired in a loose-fitting housecoat. The girls hugged and kissed and tears appeared in Joyce's eyes.
"Hey, you do need to talk to someone, don't you? C'mon in and I'll pour you a drink. What would you like?"
Joyce shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It all tastes about the same to me."
The blonde smiled and went into the dining room to the liquor cabinet.
"What do you do in your spare time?" Joyce asked, jumping right into the conversation.
"I don't have much of that," the blonde said from the dining room. "But when I do have time, I like to read."
Joyce accepted the proffered glass of Scotch and water. Freda pulled up a footstool and sat down. The housecoat fell past her knees and revealed the smoothness of tanned thighs. She patted Joyce on the leg. "Now, what seems to be the problem with my favorite friend?"
Joyce took a sip from her glass, liked the taste, and took another. She looked down at her own tanned legs. "I'm turning out to be a regular little tramp."
Freda was mildly surprised to say the least. "You? I don't believe it! Tell me about it. What's happened?"
Joyce divulged her escapades of the past two days. Finishing the recount, she drained her glass of Scotch and went to the bay window.
"And that's what's bothering you?" Freda asked. "That's all? I thought before you started that you were going to tell me that you and Tom were getting divorced."
"Maybe that too. I don't think I could ever be satisfied now with the way Tom makes love to me." Then she covered her face with her hands as tears appeared. Deep down inside she loved her husband very much.
Freda bounced from the footstool and took the weeping girl into her arms. "Oh, honey, don't cry. It's not that bad, honestly it's not. Why, I cheat on Bill too once in a while."
Freda's admission of infidelity made Joyce feel a lot better. "You do? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
"No, honey. It's the truth -- and it bothered me for a long time too, until -- well, until things changed in our lives ..."
Freda smiled.
The girls stood at the bay window, staring into the dense woods in back of the house.
"Well ..." Freda began, and commenced telling in vivid details about the first time she'd cheated on her husband . . . * * * At that time, six months after Freda and her husband had gotten married, they lived in an apartment building. She awoke early one morning to discover she was out of cream. Attired only in pajamas and carrying a cup of steaming coffee, she went to the apartment next door where a girl lived alone and whom she knew only casually. But her knock was answered by a sexy-looking man in his early forties. Freda had seen pictures of him and knew right away that he was the girl's ex-husband.
"Oh! Is Karen home?" she asked.
"No. She had to go see her mother. She won't be back till late this afternoon. Is there something I can do for you?"
"Well, I just woke up and discovered that I was out of cream. And I absolutely can't drink coffee without cream. I was wondering if perhaps I could borrow some?"
"Certainly. Come on in."
She followed the man into the kitchen.
He wore only trousers. His muscles were large and his chest almost hairless.
He opened the refrigerator, saying, "My name's Jack. I'm -- "
"I know who you are." She smiled. "Karen has shown me pictures of you. You ran away with your secretary, didn't you?"
"That figures," he said. "She's told everybody that I ran away with my secretary, but didn't tell anyone that the reason was because I caught her coming out of a motel with two dudes the night before I left down."
Now it was Freda who grinned. "No, she didn't say anything about that."
"As it turned out, she was fucking -- excuse the language -- a half-dozen different men. So I thought I'd get even with her by running away with my secretary. But she kept calling me and asking me to come back. So I came back. And I think she's out seeing a man right now -- instead of her mother."
He looked Freda over from head to feet. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a most desirable-looking woman early in the morning. That's the way I like my women -- fresh from between the sheets. Or still between them is even better. Why, I do believe you're blushing a little."
Freda's nipples took on instant hardness and pressed daringly into the soft material of her pajama top. The top two snaps weren't fastened, and the seductive cleavage of tits was visible.
"You don't believe in wasting any time, do you?" she asked.
"Life is too short to waste time with preliminaries. I believe that the wining and dining should come after sex, not before."
Freda's pussy was miraculously inflamed as if touched by a magic wand.
Mesmerized, the two stared at each other.
Jack took the steaming cup of coffee from her hand and filled his mouth with the hot fluid but did not swallow. He set the cup on the kitchen counter. His hands reached out, took hold of her pajama top, and pulled it all the way open. His face moved forward. He swallowed the hot coffee and simultaneously placed his seething mouth over a stiff nipple and its tan areola.
Delight filled her, and the lustful sensation produced by his hot mouth triggered instant orgasm.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Oh, God, what a feeling! Ohhhhh. Ahhh. Do it again -- to the other tit."
Now she had cream of her own, but it was oozing from her cunt.
Again Jack filled his mouth with steaming coffee, and swallowed it the tiniest second before his mouth enveloped her other globe of sensitivity.
Her orgasm lingered, was prolonged by one of the greatest sensations of her life. She held his head in both hands and squeezed her thighs together tightly. His own hands pushed her pajama bottoms past her plump, enticing ass. Then, in one motion, he pushed her onto a chair and pulled off the bottoms. He reached for the cup of coffee and Freda placed the heel of her right foot upon the table. She scooted down in the chair and he got on the floor on his knees. Her pussy was saturated with the juices of her cunt. Spreading pussy-lips wide, he swallowed the hot coffee and shoved his entire mouth into the sweetness of her gorgeous cunt.
"Uhhhh! Uhhh! Ohhh! Yes, yes, it's good! It's good!" Another brain-rattling orgasm began, and tore at her cunt like a tornado.
While eating her pussy, he stuck two fingers into the cup of coffee which sat on the floor beside him. Then he slowly shoved the two fingers up her pussy and filled his mouth again with the steaming coffee. Without swallowing the fluid, he placed his mouth over the large nub of her inflamed clit.
The hot sensation went to the very core of her. Some of the hot coffee dribbled from his mouth and ran onto his fingers which were wiggling about inside her cunt like eels.
The coffee, having cooled slightly, was not at a perfect temperature for his next act. He filled his mouth with the tepid fluid, shoved his lips inside her cunt, and spurted the coffee into her pussy, drinking it down as it gushed back out.
Freda bellowed with ecstasy.
Jack stayed on his knees, eating her cunt. His mammoth cock was stone-hard and throbbing profoundly, and demanding to enter the erotic paradise between Freda's legs that his mouth didn't seem to want to leave. He unzipped his trousers and freed the monster cock. Then, quickly, he pulled Freda up, pushed his pants down, and took her place on the chair.
She straddled his hips and slowly eased herself onto his cock, and didn't stop the descent until every last inch was inside her sizzling fuck-tunnel. He gobbled up a tit and squeezed the other as she rode his cock like a true cowgirl riding a bucking stallion. She went wild astride him, his cock penetrating deep into the hot interior of her creamy cunt. The surroundings of her tight pussy-flesh, and the speed with which she moved, instantly propelled him to the brink of explosion.
"Slow down," he babbled, "or I won't be able to last two minutes." So lost in the obsession of her lust was she that she didn't hear him, and continued with the wild motion of her ass.
He moaned as an ounce of come came from his cock and filled the depths of her seemingly insatiable cunt.
She kept right on fucking him till his fuck-pole was no longer fuckable. It slid from her cunt, still dripping. She got on her knees between his legs and sucked the flaccid prick into her mouth. She dug fingers into her cunt and sucked the last few drops of jism from his balls, then licked a spoonful of semen from the base of his cock as another electrifying orgasm exploded within her groin. She licked his balls and as far down beneath them as her tongue would reach.
Leaning over, he kissed her mouth and smeared his lips all over hers, tasting his own spunk and enjoying it immensely.
She sat down on his lap and pressed her bare and moist tits into his sweaty chest.
"Lady," he said, "you're some kind of a lover. Just name the place where you want to wine and dine."