Chapter 5
Once again they did a clean-up job on one another in the shower, and then Sigrid took Greg back into the kitchen, where the whole thing had started. There she sat him down at a small table while she prepared their lunch. He found himself wolfing down hot stew, a big glass of milk and a piece of pie. He never ate such a large lunch.
Sigrid laughed, her hands on her hips and he had to smile at the bizarre scene. Supposing somebody walked in and found the two of them, stark naked, giggling in the kitchen? .-
"Of course you're hungry," she said, leaning over him and pecking him lightly on the mouth. "You've had a hard morning's work. First you fixed your garage door and then you got my pilot going again." She had to laugh once more. "Christ, did you get my pilot going!"
He frowned. "What about your lads? Suppose they came in now."
She shook that beautiful head and the green eyes flashed. "Forget about them . t. until later, anyhow.
They're out on the town. If I know them-and I do-they won't come back until they get hungry. That would be just before dinnertime. They time it perfectly."
He finished his lunch and sat back, feeling great. He was pleasantly tired, clean from the double shower, and he felt like a real man inside. He felt more satisfied than he had in months. By God, he'd earned this man's lunch and he smacked his lips.
She sat across from him and he watched her put away a lunch as large as his own. "Do you want more."
"she said at last.
"Food?" he asked, knowing he shouldn't have opened the door again. "Forget I said that."
Sigrid got up, piled the dishes in the sink and then she came to him. She extended her arm and he caught her hand. With her power she had him on his feet at once. "Come on."
He followed her into the gymnasium, that little bedroom-turned-gym where he'd had his last orgasm. He gazed at her as she examined the various exercise gadgets and again he marveled that they could work such miracles with her body. He shouldn't have asked, but he did. "How old are you, Sig?"
"Thirty-eight," she said at once' and there was no hint that she was anything but proud of her age. "Why? I know, you think I look ten years younger."
"At least."
She laughed. "If you'd work out you'd shed years, too. Come on, join in."
He watched as she went to a wall where two rings were attached to heavy, coiled springs. She planted her feet in the padded floor, curled her toes and then grasped each ring, her back to the" wall. She pulled hard, bringing her arms forward. He saw her muscles tighten, her breasts lift and her hips go back as she pulled forward. When she released her hold, her body relaxed for an instant, the muscles softened and her crotch came forward again. It was erotic, almost the movements of fucking, he realized. His crotch stirred. She smiled at him. "You like it."
"I like to watch...but now I really am going to get the hell out of here. I'm finished with you, Sig. I mean it." He turned toward the door. "Promise you won't tell Karen about what happened here today."
"What kind of a shit do you think I am?" Sigrid shot back. "Of course I won't tell. I'm not that kind of a little girl. I don't kiss and then squeal on anybody."
"I appreciate that."
She stopped pumping for a moment and somehow he couldn't get moving toward the door. "What did you say you are, a lawyer? Christ, you sound like one."
Greg flushed, knowing she had him. He'd gotten his kicks, gotten her to promise to protect him and now he was going to duck out on her, to return to the straight life before he got into trouble. He felt like a bastard. "I'm a heel," he admitted, "but I'm a cheater and I wouldn't want to hurt Karen. After all, I've never done this before and of course she would never do this to me.
Sigrid snorted. "like hell she wouldn't."
"You don't know my wife," he countered, and he began to move himself toward the door. He'd get dressed and forget this happened-if he could.
"You don't know human beings," she shot back and he paused. "Look at yourself. Two hours ago you would have bet anybody on a stack of Bibles that you'd never screw around with another woman. You love your sweet Karen too much. You don't cheat. You're above all that. Bull shit. Look at you, reamed front and back and still your cock wants more."
He looked down at his betraying penis. It was most of the way up, ready for another command, and he felt rather proud of his strength. He shook his head.
"Maybe so. I'm weak, but you still don't know Karen. She's a saint, an angel. She's nothing if not completely loyal and devoted to me."
"Of course she is," the Amazon said, beginning to exercise again. He stared at the rippling body. "That doesn't mean she doesn't want and need a little poon on the side. Tell me, don't you ever suspect she's bored...just like you were bored?"
"Who said I'm bored?" he snapped.
'Your cock told me, lover. I knew when you first looked at me that you wanted something on the side. Don't be ashamed, everybody wants a little of the green grass on the other side of the fence."
She was exercising again and he abandoned all thoughts about leaving the room. Instead he turned back to her and squatted like a football player on the sideline, watching the varsity work out. She heaved back and forth and he knew he would need to do something about that. He still had plenty of time before Karen or either of the Taylor kids came home.
"You still don't know my wife," he insisted. "She's more straight arrow than anybody I've ever met."
"Straight arrows like to bury themselves in a fresh target once in a while." The body pumped, back and forth...back and forth. "No."
Pumping..."Yes."
Her body was starting to shine and beads of sweat were on her upper lip. Soon he saw a drop run down from her throat between her breasts. Then sweat was running down her ribs from under her arms. Christ, she was a streaming goddess, an Amazon who wouldn't quit before she pulled the walls down around herself.
She caught him looking at her and she raised her eyebrows. "Come on, want to join in?"
He shook his head. "Handball at the club does it for me, thank you."
"Something is doing it for you," she said, stopping. "You've got a great body, Greg. And you can't wait to use it on me again, despite your holy crap about morality and loyalty to your wife. You're not being disloyal. You're getting outside experience, something to take home. Next time you screw Karen you'll be a better man. If she's a real woman, she'll appreciate it. And I'm sure she's a real woman."
"You bet your ass she is," he blurted.
"Which proves my point. She'd love to get some outside experience, too, even though she probably doesn't realize it." She was smiling as she panted, half out of breath. He couldn't take his eyes from her glistening breasts.
"No," he said, hardly hearing his own voice. He was going after more. There was no stopping him.
Sigrid grasped the rings again and once more that marvelous body was heaving to and fro, sweating, panting, sucking great breaths that made it tremble. Greg got up on his knees and watched it come toward him and then go back, time after time.
Then he was waddling toward the body, still on his knees, looking like a duck in heat. He closed the gap until, when Sigrid was on her outward swing, her crotch came less than a foot from his face. He watched it close and then go away and she watched him watching her.
"Don't be afraid," she purred, gasping her words as she pumped. "It won't fall off if you use it one more time."
"I'm not so sure," he countered. "Christ will strike me dead, probably. I'm such an unfaithful bastard but, God help me, I've got to have more."
"Just a normal growing American boy. Go ahead, take charge, do what you wish. You know how cooperative I am when it comes to things like this."
Greg licked his lips. They were salty. He was sweating just from watching this great body sweat. The next time she pulled on the rings and her straining torso came to him, he wrapped his arms around her hips and struggled to keep from letting the springs pull her away. Sigrid let go of the rings and they thudded back into their wall pockets as she loomed over him.
She staggered, half losing her balance; then she fell forward while Greg was bent backward on his heels as he tumbled to the mat with Amazon Sigrid sprawling on top of him. He found himself half smothered under her great body and he snorted until he got air.
She lay quietly while he turned his head away from her sweating belly. He wasn't uncomfortable. In fact it was quite pleasant with the hot weight atop his bulk.
He turned his face back into her middle and discovered that his nose was buried in the depths of her navel.
She giggled as he snorted, and then she started to wiggle. He let her wiggle, half knowing what she was going to ask him to do. She hiked herself up several inches until she managed to get his face down into, her pubic hairs. She wormed some more until he grasped her hips.
"This is wrong," he snorted.
"Shit oh dear," she sighed. "When will you get over this Puritan ethic? I told you, you're only doing what comes naturally. You're not cheating on anybody. She'll love you for it when you show her some new bedroom tricks."
"But she wouldn't do it to me," he insisted.
"Please finish and then we'll get to darling Karen," she insisted. "I'll make you a deal about her, something that will help you get rid of the guilts. Okay?"
He did want to rid himself of guilt and he knew he was counting on Sigrid to mother him out of his depression. He was enough of a little boy to want to be dominated by a woman of her size and power.
He opened his mouth and bit down. He captured a little roll of fat just above her crotch and a small forest of ready hairs, hairs that were already damp for his invasion. They were a deep red in their dampness, exciting, soft, awaiting him and whatever he would bring to them.
Greg wiggled one more time and so did his Amazon. He found his mouth right under her cunt, a cunt that was damp and hot and already open for him, for her legs were spread widely. He at once thrust his tongue and she shuddered as its roughness raked over the side of a puffy pink hp. Jesus...
He was pleased and he smiled around his tongue. So he had the power to reduce this mighty sex machine, when he wanted to. He had the tools, he had what she needed, he could use his tongue like a sword into her vitals.
He thrust the tongue again and it raked the other lip. Again she shuddered and he felt the current turn on inside that power plant of a body. She was buzzing, tingling, vibrating as all systems went to go.
He pushed the tongue up into her, directly in the middle, and it raked both lips as it entered her. He curled it up and it found the little electric button that turned her power on full. She shuddered as though he'd punched her in the lower belly and she couldn't stop shuddering.
"You've found it," she gasped. "My magic place. See? You're learning things already."
He made one hollow sound from inside her crotch and then he went back to work. He wormed the tongue back and forth, and within minutes he knew he'd brought her to the brink of an orgasm. He wanted to join her.
Sigrid, in her womanly wisdom, must have sensed this because her hands began to grope between their bodies. She reached far down and he humped up, without losing his hold on her box. She found his crotch and her hands went around his prick as though she were clutching a baseball bat. She began to pump.
He pumped with his tongue and she used her fists as they grunted and struggled and sweated together, perfectly matched, working as a team. Then she was convulsing over his face, the walls of her box straining to suck his tongue into her, to pull it from its roots.
Greg began to come and, amazingly, it was as forceful and satisfying as any of his orgasms in that long day. He felt his penis swell and then explode in her hands. The jizz poured into her palm and then dripped into the mat below, soaking his thighs as it dripped heavily.
At last they were both spent and they fell apart, swearing, heaving, gasping and groaning as their almost continuous exercise began to take its toll. They were still for several minutes before he finally sat up.
Tm getting out of here, for good."
"Sure you are," she said with a smile as she looked up at him from flat on her back, her hands ;onked behind her head. "You're never going to want to do this again, are you?"
He licked his lips as he looked at that body. Still, he'd had enough and he nodded. "I'm going straight from now on. God, I'm so guilty. Karen would never..."
"I keep telling you, she would. She's a normal female, isn't she?"
"A hell of a lot more than normal."
"I have a plan, as they say in the mystery movies." Sigrid frowned for a long minute. "I told you I could rid you of the guilts. Do you still want to feel better about all this?"
He sighed. "I suppose so."
'You'll need to risk your saint's virginity. If I can get Karen to play around will you feel better about your own transgressions?"
He checked to see whether she was putting him on.
She wasn't. "Karen would never play around. That's final."
"I know somebody who can put the make on her...and make it work."
"Never."
"Yes, he has great power. He could seduce a statue."
Greg snorted. "Anybody can commit rape. Sure, if a bastard put a knife to Karen's throat and threatened to slit it, she'd probably have to give him some. After all, the will to live..."
"I'm talking about seduction."
He bit his lips. "And who is this miracle man?"
"My son...David."
Greg couldn't hold back his blurting laugh. "Christ, your kid? He's only a punk? How old."
"Seventeen."
"Sure, seventeen, thin, underweight. He hasn't begun to fill out. He's a twerp, if you don't mind my saying so. I'll bet he doesn't weigh 140 pounds."
He was chuckling at the obvious insanity of it all when she made her offer, and it sounded like a carefully considered plan.
"All right, but if David can seduce your loving wife-without force or threats-will you admit that she and you are mortal? Will you admit sex is good and that you might enjoy having more?"
"It's crazy. I'll admit nothing."
"But will you let my son test your wife?" She sat up and counted on her fingers. "He'll talk to her, but he'll wait for her to make the first move. She'll touch him first, or it's no ball game, okay? In addition, he'll seduce her in front of you and me, and in front of my daughter, too, if you like. Right in the front room, in front of God and everybody."
Greg stared, eyes wide, his mouth dry. "You mean this miracle boy can make my wife come to him, ask him for it, can make her just by...what, talking and looking?"
"Precisely."
"Now I'm positive you're all crazy in this apartment," he almost shouted as he got up to leave.
Sigrid spread her hands. "All right, bring her over when she gets home. Tell her it's a little party to meet the new neighbors, which is what it will be. But if it goes beyond that, if my son makes her lose control, will you let things take their course?" It s insane.
"Just for a drink and something to eat. Some chips and dip, you know."
"Why not?" he called over his shoulder. "But you're going to look mighty silly if your kid tries to get fresh. Why, Karen will whittle him down to a pool of melted butter. You'll find out what real virtue and loyalty is."
"I'd love to find out," Sigrid said sweetly as he almost ran from the room.