Chapter 2
Ella, my beautiful and waspish wife, was entertaining a guest, I discovered. She met me at the door, a tall cold drink in her hand. "Hi, Cord. Dave's here." She had a smile on her face but her voice was as much a warning as a message. Ella knew that I was very likely to burst into the house bitching about the bastard next door never cutting his grass like the rest of us pussy-struck husbands were always having to do. Dave, of course, was the bastard from next door.
With the inevitable beer can in his hairy paw, good old Dave appeared around the edge of the archway leading into the living room. He had been drinking a lot of beer, it seemed, and wasn't feeling any pain. But then, good old hairy, horny Dave seldom felt any pain of any kind.
I put down my briefcase. "What's going on, Dave?" I asked with what I thought was a friendly sort of attitude one should have with a neighbor you don't like. "Why don't you borrow my lawnmower and barber that mess you call a lawn?"
"Screw the lawn."
Yeh. That was good old Dave. He was an expert at screwing practically anything in sight. The "screw" was Dave being polite because Ella was in the room. Dave preferred "fucking" front yard, just as he preferred "fucking" anything-regardless of age-that still had strength enough to breathe in and out.
I watched Ella move back to the living room. She had a remarkable ass, I had to admit, that was damn near as nice as the one of my newest patient-although it had more mileage than any ass in town, I was pretty sure. Holly. Yes, that was the girl's name.
"Ain't you talkin' to me, Doc?"
I spun around. Dave was leering, eyes sort of out of focus, and lurching toward me.
"Sorry Dave. My mind was still back at the office. You talking to me?" I headed for the bar and built a stiff drink. Ella had vanished into the kitchen. Between contemplating her butt and comparing it with those two volleyball-like cheeks of Holly's, I was uncomfortably aware that my shorts in the general area of the glans of my penis, were rather uncomfortably moist. Holly, hmmm, what a pretty name. Sort of made a guy think of Christmas and unwrapping a pretty gift package.
"I was asking you to go fishing tomorrow. Shit, a man with your money can afford to take off an occasional Friday, can't he?"
"I'd like to, Dave. I really mean it. I like fishing. It's impossible, buddy. I have four appointments tomorrow."
"Aw, bullshit." That was Dave, all right- direct and to the point. "Move the fuckin' things to Monday." He lurched, captured a huge hunk of the bar to keep from falling, and dangled his broad, grinning face in front of me.
"You occasionally have some really great ideas, Dave, but this isn't one of them. The real problem is that the four appointments Friday were postponed from Wednesday and Thursday so I could play a little golf. Sorry, can't keep 'em dangling any longer. Duty calls." I raised my glass and downed half the drink in one swallow, more to impress Dave than because I wanted it, or needed it.
Ella, bless her bitchy soul, reappeared from the kitchen and rescued me. "You really should try to make it, Cord. I've been making sandwiches for Dave to take along. Diana's still not back from visiting her mother so I'm playing good neighbor, taking good care of the friendly neighborhood fisherman." She flashed a grin at Dave before swooping back to the kitchen.
Belting the rest of my drink, I tried real hard not to think of what other ways she might have been using to take care of the neighborhood fisherman while his wife was away from home. Ella's most obvious ability-and she had a bunch that were maddening-was the ability to sound like a loving wife whenever ears other than mine were around. She could sure screw like a mink-when she wanted to-and if there was one thing I needed after that session with Holly it was a good screw with a willing mink.
"No chance, huh?" Dave was saying.
"What? Oh, no. None at all." I started making another drink. "And, honest, I'm sorry. Look, maybe someone will cancel and I can get away early so we can run up later. Okay?"
"Hey, great." Dave helped himself to another can of beer from the wet bar and headed toward the back door. I waved and muttered something that sounded like goodbye-and-have-a-nice-trip at Dave's retreating back.
The burly man hesitated at the double doors and half turned toward me. "I'd wait for you but this guy is supposed to show this afternoon or tomorrow to install the stereo unit in the boat and he'll sure as hell fuck up if I'm not there to keep an eye on him. Otherwise I'd wait for you two."
"Try to live without us," I offered as he disappeared toward his backyard. I dipped my glass toward the empty doorway and toasted his departure.
"You prick," my loving wife said, coming from the kitchen.
"Every guy has one," I said, trying to be funny.
She ignored my attempt at humor. "Why the hell can't we go? We never go any goddamn where."
Oh, Holly. Innocent, troubled, beautiful Holly. Where are you right this minute? " Ella," I began without any enthusiasm, "I told the man we'd join him tomorrow. I can't just drop all those dependent patients of mine and go fishing. As I recall, baby, you have definite ideas about fancy, expensive houses. Fishermen don't ordinarily have the kind of place you'd want to call home." I gulped at my drink and wished to hell that just one time I could feel equal with this woman.
"Fuck the fancy, expensive houses." That was Ella. She had the face of a lady, the body of a beautiful whore, and a mouth like a tramp.
"Darling, please, believe me. We'll see. We'll definitely try to go fishing in those polluted waters if it's that important to you." I sucked more booze from my glass and made the mistake of adding, "We'll see."
"Don't talk to me like a goddamn child," she shrieked. For a fleeting moment I thought she would fling the sandwich knife at me. She didn't, so I thought she must be in a better mood than I supposed.
I pressed my advantage. "Honey, I would like very much at this moment to toss you into bed and make flaming love to you. This minute, huh, Ella? Baby?"
"Flaming love? Ha, ha, ha," my loving wife laughed. She came over, flicked my tie out of my jacket so it brushed my face and said, "You couldn't make 'flaming' love if your balls were sizzling in hot oil." She started back to the kitchen on those ridiculous high heels she always wore, tossed a scornful look over her shoulder and went into a gale of laughter which I could hear long after the door swung shut.
This was Ella. The most positively negative woman any man had the misfortune to meet. I climbed the stairs toward our room, thoughts of Holly tingling like teenage lips at my rejected manhood. Ella hadn't said it all this time but she'd said enough to set the entire castrating mood: "How can you make love? You're barely a man at all! At least not compared to some of the men I've known."
Some of the men she'd known. I pushed open the door to the bedroom. Was Dave Foster one of those men? He was certainly my better in at least one department, no doubt about that. I'd been fishing enough times with him-seen him pissing over the side of the boat-to know he was hung like a stud horse. Had my darling wife been getting dicked by that horsecock of his? I flopped across the bed and thought about Holly's ass.
I woke to pitch darkness and a memory of voices in a dream. After a moment of intense listening I realized the whispering voices I was hearing were drifting up to me from the patio by way of the window above my head. I slipped silently out of the bedroom, down the carpeted stairs and across the patio doors. One of the doors was standing open and only the screen stood between me and two vague shapes cozied together on one of the chaise lounges. My eyes hadn't yet grown accustomed to the darkness to see faces but the whispering was easy to identify. It was Ella with Dave Foster. Son of a Holly-forgiving bitch.
"Ummmm. Let me." Ella. Bitch. "No, let me do it, please." Dave. Bastard. A slight,' thin, frail, eggshell sound. Zipper.
Bitch.
"There now. Ummm. That's really something. That is really something. Wow." Rotten wife.
Breathing-heavy breathing-none of it mine-was all I could hear. Why, damnit, didn't I move?
"What if he-" Husky bass whisper. Neighborhood fisherman whisper.
"He won't. Will you relax, for God's sake. He never stirs once he flops on that bed until I scream at him for dinner. Or for this. And right now I want this. Your this. Ummmm."
She had moved. The dark had dissipated enough that I could see that movement. The position of her head now and the vague sounds told me something I really didn't want to know. Ella was sucking Dave's massive prong and liking it. They didn't appear to be uncomfortable with each other either. They were too easy, too familiar, with one another. It had happened too many other times, I knew. Probably when I was asleep and the window wasn't open to let in a cool breeze and waft sounds to my room.
"Scoot down here so you're sitting on the edge of the lounge. Ummm. That's good. Put your legs farther apart. Oh, for God's sake, Dave," she hissed impatiently, "drop your damn pants. I can't even get at your balls like this."
The big man stood and I could see clearly now in the moonlight as he dropped his trousers, shucked out of his shorts, and his giant cock leaped out. My wife almost knocked him down in her eagerness to get that monster in her mouth.
I went on listening. Watching. Stricken. Paralyzed.
Ella was on her knees and I could hear the greedy slurping, sucking sounds she made as her lips rolled around Dave's big prick. "Ummmm. Hey, you're leaking, big man. Ummm. God, I can't get enough. I can't believe the size of this thing, lover. You look like a Greek god. Ummmm mmmm." She worked his thick foreskin with long intensifying strokes, making an oval of her lips around the head of his shaft.
He shifted his muscular hips and fucked into her mouth with obvious delight. "Yeh, yeh, baby. Kiss it. Fuck it, baby. You like daddy's big piece of meat, doncha? Ohhh, ohhh, easy, baby-easy-watch your teeth. Yeh, yeh, that's good. Oooo, you got a mouth like a virgin's cunt. Jesssus, I can feel your tonsils. Oh, sweet fuck!"
My penis was hardening swiftly, much more quickly than my resolve to burst out onto the patio and stop this from happening. Did I want it to happen? Was such a thing possible?
"Oh, wow! My jaw hurts, lover. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm ... you like that?"
There was just the sound of Dave's breathing. He was making small "Oooooo" sounds as he mouth-fucked my wife. Jesus! That filthy cocksucking little slut! She could act holier-than-thou when I wanted to kiss her pussy and she turned up her nose at ever seeking my cock but she sure was giving Dave a blowjob!
I discovered without surprise that my feet would not follow my hand's action toward the screen door. What the hell was the matter with me? That was my wife out there!
"Oh, my God," Ella moaned and once again lifted the broad, blood-swollen knob to her open mouth. It was so long and so large that she had to support it with her hand. With a cry of passion she came on and a full three inches of his prick disappeared into her mouth. I could see Dave tensing up and I knew he was about to shoot his hot wad into her greedy mouth.
We were both in for a surprise. Ella squirmed loose from the grip he had on her head and, in an instant, unzippered her skirt and let it fall to the flagstone. Her brief bikini panties followed. Her blouse went quickly over her head and the white lace bra which held her full tits was next.
"In my ass, lover. Pole me."
Dave pushed her toward the patio table. "Got any grease?"
"You bet. I brought it out with me," my wife chuckled.
Dave globbed some vasoline on his fingers and rammed it between Ella's legs.
"Not too much. You'll fall out-or go clear through," she said lewdly, her high heels pushing her cheeks upward as she leaned over the table.
Dave rubbed in widening circles on her little asshole until he had covered all of the puckery rubber ring and its walls with the grease. He pressed his finger to the edge of her asshole opening and pressed until the tough muscle gave and let the first joint of his finger in.
Ella tightened and straightened up a little, her wide-open ass cheeks clenching on his hand. She moaned and squirmed as he probed his finger in and out-further and further in the opening-wearing down the stubborn will of the puckery ass muscle. Her rounded ass pouted at him like two white shiny globes against the dark tan of her legs and torso.
I watched, fascinated, as his big finger worked in and out of Ella's tiny ass. He'll split her, tear her in half, with that prong when he shoves it into her, I thought with awe.
She kept wriggling her ass towards him with each thrust of his finger, helping him grind the lubricant into her bowels. "Get on with it, lover," she panted. "Fuck me ... pole me ... split me ... and stop that damn fucking around."
Dave grasped her writhing body with one burly arm and reached for his prong with the other. He pushed her farther over the table until she was lying across it with her feet planted firmly apart on the flagstone. He parted her cheeks with one hand and nosed his prong against the greased opening as she strained toward him. Their heavy irregular breathing was the only sound on the night air.
Dave reached under Ella and took hold of one of her full breasts. He jammed against her and she reared into him. Suddenly it happened. "Aaaaaaagg, Jesus!" Ella cried as his prong rammed into her ass. She raised up and her tits stood full as she arched her back to get more of him. He wriggled his cock into her lush cushion and the taut, stretched anus clamped on the head of his prick. He humped into her, spearing her on his massive prong deep into her bowels.
"Ugghh, aawwweee, ahhh," she moaned. In the second she had relaxed her muscles, he had rammed his long hot shaft deep into the rubbery heat of her rectum. "Be mean to me ... hurt me ... fuck me ... oh, God, lover... fuck me...."
He pulled almost all of his prong from her, paused a split second and then rammed it back to the hilt with a vicious drive. His hands were on her hips and I could see his fingers bite into her white skin. In and out, in and out-and she moaned and made small efforts to escape-and then arched her back again as he began another drive. He plowed her like a virgin field, his cock making valleys of her white cheeks. He stood like a statue as his cum reared into her bowels and then shook as the last small drops escaped him.
He finally let her go and gave her cheek a small swat. "That's the best fuck I had-since last time." I could see Ella grin in the moonlight.
I discovered that I was shaking like a leaf against the cold frame of the screen. It was only then that I noticed I had jerked off as Dave was sodomizing my wife-and the screen door glistened with my cum.
"Until I met you, baby, I never figured I'd ever find an ass big enough to hold me. What did you do, let Cord ream you out for the past five years?"
My wife laughed. "Cord? Ha! He's got so small a prick that a kindergarten kid could put him to shame. It's not good for much of anything but pissing. You aren't through already, are you?" Ella asked with a pout.
He reached for her. "Suck me a little and I'll fuck you out of your mind."
Ella dropped to her knees and began to lick his cock clean. Her mouth moved silently and expertly back and forth on the swiftly hardening shaft of muscle, and she began making sucking sounds as it went deeper and deeper into that saliva-filled cavity. Ella swirled her head around and around, writhing as she felt it begin to jerk and throb in her mouth. She pulled away and the shaft was throbbing only inches away from her hot mouth. She moved closer and flicked her tongue against the throbbing head.
"Let me on top. Ummmm. Don't want you to get all carried away with that pole. I don't have as much room up front as I do in back," she said. "Besides, now it's my turn to play." She mewed with pleasure as the bulbous head came in contact with her quivering vulva. She hunched down to receive it and the giant shaft worked its way along her vaginal walls around his male-ness and his cock settled so far in her that I knew she could feel it deep in her belly.
Settling herself on him so her clitoris could grind against his hard body, she hunched her hips so she could ride that great ridge of gristle. A lone moan started in the back of her throat as she arched her back and tensed. "I'm cumming." It was a whisper. "I'm-I'm ... cum ... cummm ... ing." She pumped his prick like a starving madwoman, rising and lowering, grinding her clit into him and rolling her hips. She stiffened again and I knew she was clenching her inner muscles as a second wave of passion swept over her. Dave began moving his hips, ramming into her fur-lined snatch. They reached the top together-and their mouths locked together-and his sperm shot into her cunt to mingle with her cum.
They lay lifeless for a few moments on the lounge before Ella slowly rose to gather her clothing. "Oh, that was good. Real good. I won't be able to walk for a week."
"Aw, that's what you say every fucking time," Dave chuckled.
I wiped my cum off the screen door with my shorts and gently pulled the heavy door closed. The final glimpse of my wife's nude body, glistening with sweat, was a final triumphant mockery to my manhood. I hurriedly climbed the stairs to my room, dressed and went out the front door. I stood rigidly in the cool night air, taking deep breaths, still trembling as though possessed by demons, unable to close out of my mind the flashing strobe light image of Dave Foster's enormous, swollen cock ejaculating into my wife's willing, obedient and-yes-eager body. I shook the flashing image violently from my mind and quickly moved to the car.
Releasing the brake, I let the heavy machine roll silently backward the long sloping way to the street before starting the engine. I touched the jacket of my pocket tentatively and felt the address book firmly in place.
Be home, Holly. Be home!