Chapter 7

The couple who were the unsuspecting targets of Ellen and Steve's lust were called Henderson; Pam and Joe. They lived on the other side of the street about two houses down. Since the Burbages and the Hendersons had had little social intercourse in the past, the Burbages decided they should slide into it gently-more or less make the Hendersons want to know more about them-especially Joe. He would be the hardest nut to crack.

Ellen noticed that Joe Henderson went to work in the morning a little earlier than she did, and his route led him past her front window. So one morning, Ellen contrived to be dressing right next to the un-curtained window as Joe drove by on his way to work. She was naked, bending over to pull on a pair of panties, and was afraid for a moment that he hadn't seen her. Then his head swiveled around suddenly and the car went a little out of control as the young man stared at the nearly nude apparition in the window. Nevertheless, he went on driving down the street toward work, although much more slowly.

The scene was repeated the next morning, although this time Joe was obviously alert for any signs of life behind the window. He was rewarded with a flash of Ellen's luscious bare ass, and when he stopped his car for a moment further down the street, Ellen was convinced he was going to make another pass by the front of her house. However, he seemed to gather his faculties together, and proceeded on toward work.

But the next morning Ellen was amused to see Joe pass by her window on foot, ostentatiously walking his wife's dog, a small poodle that Ellen correctly divined he hated, by the way he kept tugging at the nervous little creature's leash. This time there was ample opportunity for Joe to lavish a long searching look into the window, and Ellen rewarded him by slowly rolling her stockings up her legs. The only other garment she had on was her garter belt. Joe had come to an almost complete stop out on the sidewalk, and Ellen took the chance of looking up suddenly and flashing him a warm friendly smile. Embarrassed, he scurried away, yanking the dog away from a bush it seemed enamored of.

"He's going to be a pushover," Ellen reported to her husband. "I'll just have to be careful I don't scare him to death."

"Well, hurry up," Steve said impatiently. "I'm sure his wife would be off like a shot with him out of the way."

The next part of Ellen's plan was a direct frontal attack. On the weekend, after she'd seen Pam Henderson leaving for the market, Ellen went boldly up to the Henderson's front door and rang the bell. Joe answered, and when he saw who it was, he swallowed nervously and bleated a weak hello.

"Hi!" Ellen answered cheerfully. "I wonder if I could ask you a big favor." And at the same time she was thinking, How could such a good-looking hunk of man be so damned timid?

Joe Henderson was indeed good-looking- tall, broad-shouldered, and deep-chested, with a handsome face and thick curly hair. But some accident of his upbringing had also made him shy with women, which was one of the reasons he was so possessive of his lovely blonde wife.

He still could hardly believe such a vision of loveliness had ever agreed to marry him. Any other man would have had no doubt in his mind that Ellen was after him, but Joe was so far only confused by her overtures. He felt guilty for having so lustfully stared at her nakedness in the mornings.

"Sure," he responded, hoping to wash away his guilt. "Anything you want."

"Well," Ellen said, "my car's been acting up. I notice that you go downtown about the same time I do in the mornings. Do you think you could give me a lift for awhile?"

This was more than Joe had anticipated. Have this seductive woman in his very own car every morning? He didn't know if he could stand the strain, but what could he say? He'd already said yes in advance.

"God, is that guy chicken!" Ellen told her husband later. "With the way I was batting my eyes at him, anybody else would have taken me in the house and raped me on the living room rug."

"You're doing fine . . . you're doing fine," Steve said encouragingly, wondering for a moment why he was trying so hard to get his wife laid by another man.

Ellen took it easy the first morning Joe drove her to work, doing nothing that would alarm him. So he was totally unprepared when she finally moved in for the kill. They had just started out, and Ellen said with dismay, "Oh dear, I seem to "have broken a strap on my garter belt!" The truth was, she had intentionally put on an old garter belt that morning with a broken strap. Now, as Joe tried to keep one eye on the road and another on Ellen, she boldly pulled up her dress and began to work on the offending strap, futilely trying to fasten it in place with a safety pin.

"I just can't get it!" she finally said in exasperation. "Do you think you could help me?"

With a great deal of trepidation, Joe pulled over by the side of the road. Ellen had timed her request so that they were in a fairly deserted area, and the only place for Joe to stop was under some big trees, well off the road.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked nervously, eyeing Ellen's legs, which were bared all the way up to her crotch.

"You just hold the strap in place, and I'll pin it," Ellen said briskly. She pulled her skirt up a little higher to make more room for two pair of hands. She was wearing her panties over her garter belt, and Joe found to his dismay that the leg-band of the panties had to be pushed up a little before he could fit the broken strap into place. When he didn't push them up far enough, Ellen impatiently reached down and yanked them aside, carelessly baring a large swath of her bright red pussy hair. So when Joe finally had the courage to hold the strap in place as Ellen had asked him to, he found the fingers of one hand being tickled by his passenger's pubic hair. To make it worse, Ellen, in her struggles to work the safety pin through the tough elastic material, lewdly parted her legs so that the pop-eyed Joe was actually able to catch a glimpse of Ellen's nearest pussy lip as well! The band of her panties was sucked right up into her slit, and already darkening with her cunt-juices. Having a man's hand so close to her genitals was having as much an effect on her as it was on Joe, and her inner lubricants had started flowing heavily in hopeful anticipation. The smell of her sexual arousal worked the final magic as it seeped upward toward Joe's perspiring face.

Suddenly Ellen tossed all pretense aside. Reaching down, she shoved one of Joe's hands between her legs and clamped her legs tightly around it. He looked up in shock, and found himself staring into a pair of smoldering eyes.

"Joe!" she said throatily. "Ellen!" he replied in a choked voice. Seconds later they were locked together in a long passionate kiss, their tongues entwining up inside the hot caverns of their mouths. Ellen hopefully opened her legs again, and Joe, running on instinct now, obligingly rammed one finger up her gratified cunt. The panting young redhead was certain she was about to be fucked, but she had reckoned without Joe's scruples.

"Why, Ellen, why?" he suddenly asked, pulling his mouth away from hers.

Her first stunned impulse was to say: "Why? Because I want your cock up my cunt, you dumb, handsome klutz!" But, biting her lip, she realized she had one of the last of the genuine romantics on her hands. He was going to have to be led along the path to moral decay gently.

"I've been watching you for so long," she poured out, wincing at the corniness of her words. "You seemed unobtainable, but some force inside drove me on. I knew we had to be together . . . somehow!"

Christ, will he buy this shit? she wondered, but she'd gauged her man correctly. For some time Joe had been getting tired of fucking the same woman night after night, no matter how much he was in love with her. But his rigid upbringing forbade him to take the obvious step of going out and laying some horny woman. For him, sex had to be justified by a great love-a tragic romance. So, to Ellen's dismay, he refused to fuck her.

"Not here," he declaimed nobly. "Not in a parked car, like a couple of teenagers. We have to make the first time something we can remember the rest of our lives!"

Oh, brother! Ellen thought. The things I'll do for my horny husband! So it was arranged that they would meet two nights hence, in Ellen's house. "My husband has to be away on a business trip," she told her panting would-be lover. Weird morals this guy's got, Ellen thought to herself. He won't fuck in a car, but he'll fuck another man's wife behind his back in his own house! Must be that old time religion- the sneakier the better.

So the plot was laid, even if Ellen hadn't been-yet. Steve, who wasn't really going out of town, was to sneak by the open window and take pictures of her and Sir Galahad in the sack together. "You sure you can take seeing your old lady get fucked?" Ellen asked dubiously.

"Yeah," he assured her. "The thought kind of turns me on. And then I won't feel so bad when I'm fucking his wife. Christ, just the thought of that ass of hers turns me on!"

So the great night came. Joe drove away from his house, telling his wife he was going to a Bible class meeting. Over-cautious, he parked blocks away, and doubled back on foot to Ellen's house, so that she became worried he wasn't going to show up. But the furious barking of the neighbor's dog alerted her, and she went to open the back door to a somewhat tattered, disheveled Joe. He'd come over a series of back fences.

"Ellen!" he breathed out when he saw her. Ellen had prepared well. She was wearing a filmy negligee and nothing else. The sharp tips of her nipples were clearly visible through the diaphanous material, but the rest of her body shaded away into half-seen misty promises. Much sexier than if she'd been stark naked.

Joe was on her like a tiger, raining kisses down on her face while his hands roamed excitedly over Ellen's barely covered body. "Hey, take it easy!" she panted, doing her best to fend him off. It was clear Joe was intending to take her right there, on the living room rug, and it was important that their final coupling take place in the bedroom, next to the open window. Right outside that window, Steve crouched, camera ready.

"Come on," she soothed, leading her panting lover into the bedroom. "You wouldn't make love in a car, like a teenager. Well, I won't make love on the floor, like an animal!"

Joe followed after her, his mind a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions. Any man with as many moral hang-ups as he had would hardly be able to perform such a forbidden act as adultery without a little violence being done to his sanity. He was here with Ellen and he wasn't. The puritanical hypocritical part of him that regularly attended church really had gone to that Bible studies class-at least in spirit. It was only the real, needing, flesh-and-blood human part of him that was here with the object of his lusts-a mindless phallus who would coldly condemn the same behavior in any one else.

Hey! What have I got myself into? Ellen asked herself as she saw the wild light in Joe's eyes. She was very glad that Steve was so near as Joe pushed her relentlessly toward the big double bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she fell on her back, watching in fascination while Joe furiously tore his clothes off. He's out of his fucking gourd! she thought in alarm, but her nervousness didn't stop her from admiring his strong, well-muscled body as he rapidly became naked -nor the long slender cock that was already jutting out hard and ready between his powerful thighs.

As soon as he was totally naked, Joe nearly leaped on the recumbent Ellen. He didn't even bother to take off her negligee, nor was there any foreplay. All he did was pull up the hem of the flimsy negligee, managing to tear it in the process, and then he was on Ellen, forcing his way in between her soft naked thighs, moving his hips closer until, all at once she felt the sharp pain of his abrupt entry up into her unprepared cunt.

"Owwwwww . . . Hey! You're hurting me! Take it easy!" Ellen yelped, but it didn't do any good. Without any other preamble than the fact that his cock was already up inside her cringing vagina, Joe started fucking Ellen madly.

I wonder if this is how it is to be raped? Ellen wondered vaguely, and then the excitement of the whole bizarre scene hit her. Christ, it's sexy to be raped! she found herself thinking as the big handsome naked man continued to fuck into her loins from above. It wasn't long before her well-trained pussy had accommodated itself to Joe's long hard rod, and she began to fuck back, panting and moaning as he slammed his hips down against her tender vulva again and again.

On the other side of the window, Steve was feverishly taking pictures with a Polaroid camera, as fast as he could make it work. God! That sonuvabitch is really screwing the hell out of my wife! he kept telling himself, wondering why he wasn't getting mad instead of getting an erection. His eyes bulged as he saw Joe Henderson's stone-hard organ slithering repeatedly up into his wife's wet, willing snatch, pulling and tugging at her full, fleshy cunt lips, matting her pubic hair with the slippery juices that he squeezed out of her thoroughly aroused vagina.

Ellen and Joe's mad coupling didn't last very long, but by the time she felt Joe's cock began to jerk and tremble up inside her palpitating cunt, preparatory to pumping his hot sperm up into her ready womb, she found that her own orgasm was on the way. Just like a couple of wild animals! was her last conscious thought before she was swept away on a raging tide of climaxing passion. The two adulterers writhed together madly, sweat pouring from their bodies, thick streams of their combined orgasmic juices gushing back out Ellen's overfilled cunt, while a panting Steve took his last few pictures. Finally, with one last lewd grin, the spying husband vanished into the night.

Inside the bedroom, now that their wild love-making was over, Ellen found she had her hands full coping with the usual complement to Joe's sex life-guilt.

Peace reigned in the room for awhile, as the two recent lovers fought to get back their breaths. Ellen tingled all over, but particularly far up inside her well-fucked pussy, and was unprepared for Joe's reaction, once his immediate passion was spent.

"I've committed an unforgivable act," he said blackly as he sat disconsolately on the edge of the disarrayed bed. "I've betrayed my wife."

Ellen was taken by surprise by Joe's rapid change of mood. "Hey, you make me sound like an instrument of the devil!" she responded angrily. "How about thinking about the nice fuck we just had, instead of beating your chest over your wife? You should have thought about her before you came sneaking in here!"

"I'm weak," Joe said simply. "I wanted you too much."

"So, what's wrong with that?" Ellen asked angrily. "I like men to want me."

Joe favored her with a pitying glance, which had the unfortunate effect of making the young redhead even angrier. "Well, you can just get the fuck out of here!" she cried. "I'll be Goddamned if I'll be used by some phony and then made to feel like a whore!"

"You're right," Joe replied meekly. "I should go home now and see if somehow I can make this up to my wife."

Suddenly Ellen became very alarmed. The plan called for her to hold him "here for the rest of the evening while Steve made a bee-line for Joe's house to try and seduce his wife.

"Now wait a minute," she said hastily. "We're both acting like a couple of fools."

But it was no use. By dint of tears, and other similar subterfuges, Ellen was able to hold him there only another half-hour. During this time, the shrewd young nurse began to suspect that Joe's whole stiff mode of life was an elaborate role, and probably for the benefit of people long since gone. He'd mentioned his parents a couple of times, now deceased, with something approaching dread. Try as she might, Ellen was unable to break through Joe's theological armor. Finally, the despairing girl watched her one-time lover put on his clothes and make his exit, mumbling some final lines about confessing his guilt.

"God! I've got to warn Steve!" Ellen moaned, as she pulled on a robe over her negligee and headed into the night after Joe.