Chapter 1
"You can rinse now, Jimmy." Trudy placed the water syringe on its hook and stepped back for a breather.
Her glance roamed his youthful figure as Jimmy stretched from the dental chair to spit the residue of her cleaning. Fantastic bod, she thought idly, taking in the broad shoulders and the narrow hips. Bothered bod!
She caught her breath in surprise. Jimmy's tennis wear molded his body snugly and the pronounced swelling of a stiffening penis, not visible five minutes earlier, was thickening dangerously in the short shorts. Her patient was disturbed and his arousal stirred an unwanted excitement in Trudy's vagina.
Distantly she heard the soft hum of her husband's high speed drill. The familiar sound was unnerving. It reminded her that she was Mrs. John Baker, dental hygienist, a professional, and also the loving wife of Dr. Jack Baker, DDS and Pedodontist. DDS meant one thing at the moment. Damned difficult stinker!
Eight years married, they'd had five years of intense togetherness in Jack's specialty--youth tooth care. Trudy handled all the dinky jobs beneath a dentist's level in one office, while he did the glamour work--braces and caps and the patting of the cute fannies of his two pretty assist-ants.
He could tease others all he wanted, as long as he loved her. And Jack did love her. He really did.
Trudy flashed a defiant look at the mirror behind her as she listened to her patient's noisy expectorating. Neither Nomi nor Kim could come near their boss's wife in stacking or in looks.
She focused on the most dramatic of her statistics and caught a clue to what might have super-heated the normally cool Jimmy. When she selected her bra for the day, she had picked her new translucent crossover. The snugness of her sheer white nylon uniform revealed under the office neon light what her bathroom light hadn't shown. Distinguishable were the dark centers of her prominent breasts and there, saucy and taut, were very eager nipples.
The sight came as a shock to Trudy. Normally she was aware when her nipples hardened. Not this time. They'd stiffened as she worked with the ultrasonic Cavitron and in her concentration on Jimmy's teeth she hadn't noticed. But Jimmy had.
She moved to his side, tossing her head to shift the long blonde hair across her shoulder, then toed the switch of the Cavitron drill.
"Going to play tennis after you're done here?" she asked noncommittally, studying his mouth to see where she would clean next.
"Yeah. Gotta big tournullmuhhh--" Jimmy's words mushed as he leaned abruptly to the side again to rinse what had already been thoroughly rinsed.
No way not to catch sight of the progress of that tumescent cock against his shorts. Seeing the flush at the back of his neck, she wondered if Jimmy had staged the second rinse to let her have a good look. She took it. Wondering what kept the blossoming erection from popping out from under the edge of his shorts, she stared at the uncoiling shaft and thickened glans cap, clearly outlined against the pale yellow material.
She felt her head swim for want. Jack had been so distant, so disinterested for weeks. Last night they fought before bed and he'd stayed up to watch the Tonight Show while she tossed and turned alone in their king-size bed with a giant size need. When he'd finally hit the sack, she was too mad to make up.
Now their first sex starvation period since marriage had come full cycle. She was gawking like a schoolgirl at this youthful athlete, getting stud-hard over her.
"Be right back, Jimmy," she said.
She swung away from the chair and stepped to the hall that separated her office from Jack's. She had to feel her husband's squeeze; had to kiss him and beg his forgiveness for whatever it was that had kept them apart for so long. The sounds from the small speaker on the wall whispered her mood as Musak piped to its listeners in offices every-where "Everything I Have Is Yours."
She'd make Nomi or Kim bring her man away from his patient for a thirty second hug. It was an emergency. She had just felt lust for another male sex organ.
When Trudy stepped into the hall, the drill was silent where Jack was working. In fact, everything was silent. It felt oddly ominous to Trudy and for an uncomfortable second of indecision, she hesitated.
Jack never liked being interrupted in the midst of a heavy work session. Some of his youthful patients were hyper-emotional about the dentist's office. He liked, he said, to devote himself to each patient as if he had; only one patient in the world. His "girls Friday," as he called Nomi and Kim, moved unobstrusively about their duties, mixing cements and material for fillings, developing X-rays, passing instruments to Jack.
Trudy liked her husband's assistants. Nomi was a light and lovely black, whose skin was al-most almond. Kim was Irish, with surprising naturally platinum blonde hair and green eyes and breasts even larger than Trudy's. The two girls lived together. They were sexy, but they were down-to-business around the office. Or had been till this fantastic moment. A little cry of excitement, unprofessional, unexpected, burst from the office where Jack was. Trudy hurried down the hall. More preoccupied with her own temptations than any her husband might be into, she discounted the sound and almost walked directly into the room when the stunning sight stopped her.
Jack was directly behind Nomi. Arms around the waist of the raven-haired sizzler, hg was urging a gentle pelvis thrust against her tail as Kim did her thing with the patient. Kim was the rubber dam fixer, an expert in isolating the teeth to be worked on. Obviously her expertise didn't interest Jack or Nomi at the moment.
Both his assistants wore daring, extremely abbreviated miniskirts that gave the patient in the reclining chair a cigar view of bikini undies. All part of the mood Jack encouraged in his office from music to dress. Sensuality. Trudy totally approved--or had.
Jack's lower body abruptly stopped its grind against Nomi's. rear and separated slightly. Trudy barely caught her gasp. His slacks bulged hard and a round moist circle proclaimed he'd shot! In one shocking move Jack had taken it from sensuality to sexuality. The evidences couldn't be denied.
His head suddenly turned and Trudy smiled easily into her husband's eyes. The guilty look was inescapable but she helped him hide it by sweeping into the room and into his arms. "Kiss me!" she hissed.
The coolest performer was perhaps the most guilty. Nomi calmly smoothed the tail of her skirt, watched the embrace and shook her head in pretend disapproval. "What's the world coming to?" She turned her back on the two as if nothing had been going on between herself and Jack.
"Thanks . . . I needed that," murmured Trudy, breaking the' embrace and turning for the door, fighting the want to scream in anger. Moist against her upper thigh was a damp transfer from Jack's slacks. His spontaneous combustion over another woman! "Have to get back to my patien . . . thanks. . . . " she murmured.
Wondering what she'd seen, Jack watched the sleek hour-glass contour of his wife's rear view as she headed out of the door. Beautiful shoulders, carved perfection of line down across her back to those fabulous hips. That saucy ass! Taut cushion for their fucking. He wondered how he'd ever shifted from sole interest in Trudy. Maybe the games with the girls at the office . . . maybe too much of a good thing. His wife was gone from sight and almost as quickly gone from his thoughts when Nomi's hand stroked brashly over the front of his ballooning trousers.
"She bothers you as much as I do," whispered his pouting assistant.
Jack's cock stormed bare and white from the opened zipper and he backed the girl brazenly against the door frame, urging his hard-on between her thighs as Kim glanced up curiously from her work with the patient.
With a terse, "'Scuse me," Kim left her patient's side, tilting the chair to avoid any chance glance over the shoulder. Reaching them, her fingers slid with practiced boldness under the elastic of Nomi's panties and opened the way for a rock-hard prick.
It was a delightful office game. One or the other girl was Jack's chosen, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. The delicious tension of copulation while standing scant feet from an unsuspecting patient and only a door away from an unaware wife, was wildly exciting.
To Nomi, a light-skinned black with exquisite Eurasian features and the figure of a Scandinavian voluptuary, her play with the boss was conquest. Generations of depressed blacks had etched her thoughts about sex with a white as a victory. With the white's wife virtually on the scene, it was almost too much. An erotic fillip to an al-ready highly, sexed girl. It forced her climax at the instant of penetration.
Musak notes surged higher just in time to muffle her passionate murmur. Roomie and dearest friend Kim knew her timing precisely and smiled as she dialed the volume up.
"Guh.. . . goodhh!" Nomi writhed in Jack's arms and let his powerful thrust lift her inches from the floor as he responded to her clasping spasms.
Over her shoulder he could see the closed door lettered in square Romanesque bold face: MRS. BAKER, DENTAL HYGIENIST. If his wife should open that door, disaster time! Vision blurred and Jack pumped feverishly against the succulent 'figure welcoming his plowing cock. Nomi's eyes were closed, her dark hair damp against his cheek as she came again and again.
A preoccupied Trudy Baker bent across her patient's front and peered into his mouth. Cleaning and scaling of teeth was the last thing on her mind. Her husband's move to aggressive sexual behavior from what had been sensual tease, was a shocking change. And the proof of it, damp and brazen against the front of his slacks, was undeniable. If ever a wife was tempted to get even, it had to be Trudy. And where better than right here?
Low trumpet notes of "You Made Me Love You" surged from the wall speaker.
"Oh, 'sense me I" Jimmy's face staring up into hers was beet red with embarrassment. The bulging shorts which had quieted during her trip to Jack, were tempestuous again.
She smiled quietly and said nothing. What do you say to a young client whose elbow was just nudged inadvertently but pleasurably into your crotch? Or was it an accident?
"Only the lower right quadrant left to clean now, Jimmy." Trudy bent across the chair, angling the Cavitron expertly as she fingered the mirror into the wide open mouth. The low hum of the high speed motor barely blurred the sensuous Musak sounds.
"Ummmlllhhuggg . . . " Jimmy's hand groped for the rinse cup and she paused to let him wash out the residue of her buffing the fine set of adolescent teeth.
"You certainly have mature development," she said quietly, watching him expectorate. "Your baby teeth are gone and your molars are remarkably undiseased. I don't see a single cavity for the doctor."
"Yeah? Good." Jimmy's face was flushed with higher color now than when his elbow had drifted over the arm of the chair and the resurgent arousal of the boy was intriguing. Her glance traveled down his front and settled on the trembling in his white shorts. James Morrison had a massive penis! It both embarrassed and excited him. His arm, snatched from the chair arm, now lay across his lap, his hand squarely atop the surging cock flesh.
A devilish impulse took Trudy by storm. The wandering elbow had triggered uncontrollable excitement when he touched her pudendum. Deepen the excitement? After her husband's behavior with Nomi, why not?
"It's all right to rest your arm right there, Jimmy," she observed noncommittally, nodding to the armrest he had just vacated. "That way your hand will be close to the water. You'll need it again in a second."
"Gosh . . . " The deep red in his face changed to the gray pallor of shock. He was clearly caught on the horns of an agonizing dilemma. The suggestion from the professional working on his teeth had the weight of a command, yet the feelings he had were not toward a dental hygienist but toward a provocative female. Very slowly his elbow eased back onto the chair arm, his eyes staring panicked into hers to catch her glance at his now exposed crotch.
"Jimmy," Trudy was suddenly committed to the daring and her voice startled her in its matter-of-factness as she spoke his name. "There certainly is a lot of you for tennis shorts that small."
"Awwwhhh . . . hey, I'm sorry."
"Shhh, I'm flattered." Trudy perched nonchalantly against the edge of her high stool, aware that the angle gave maximum visibility of what had him inflamed. "That is, I'm flattered if I caused that." Her glance danced merrily to Jimmy's swollen desire-driven groin.
"Wow! You're something else!" His feverish staring darted for a glimpse of white lace nothing-panties clearly visible under the abbreviated miniskirt, and seeing his eyes widen, Trudy tightened her pressed together thighs. Her vagina always felt compressed when her pubic mound was more than normally prominent. She knew her tightened pelvic muscles forced the mons veneris against her peek-a-boo panties and she actually hoped Jimmy could see the dark triangle of pubic hair through the thin cover.
Jimmy could.
Head dizzied by the nearness of the sexiest crotch, the nearest real pussy he'd ever been around, he wanted to grab a handful of the maddening sex center. He didn't dare!
He dared a direct look at her explosive breasts and saw hard cherries urgent against the white nylon uniform.
"They've just got to start making tennis shorts longer," Trudy sighed in pretend dismay. Her hand trembled as she reached for the pick and hand mirror. Her patient's penis tip had just crept from the shelter of the pale yellow cover.
A wide mushroom of dark satiny red, swollen and contorted from its straining for freedom, pulsed before her eyes.
"Gee whiz, missus, uh . . . "
She looked him directly in the eyes. "I want to know the truth, Jimmy. Did I cause that?"
"You know it!"
Her fingers tucked under his chin when his eyes shifted from hers to look in horror at what was creeping into view. Beyond the crimson glans cap now, an inch . . . inch and a half . . . two inches of lengthening white was visible. She tilted his face upward to force their eyes to meet.
"It's quite the most beautiful and surely the hardest erection anyone ever has had in this office." Impulsively she twisted on the smooth vinyl-topped stool and reached to finger the glisten of a droplet of semen that oozed through the eyelet of the prick crown. "Do you play with it much, Jimmy?" Her hand caressed the tumbled sandy hair away from his eyes.
"Whattaya mean?" he gagged. "That's kid stuff!"
"Oh, no it isn't. If I had one, I'd play with it all the time."
Now the lure to open lust had commandeered her good judgment. "Isn't this wonderful fun for a man?" Her fingers formed a fist around the top inches of bared cock and she pumped suggestively, at the same time dragging upward. "Oh goodness, you're huge!" The breathlessness in her voice was no pretense. "Now, tell me again you never touch yourself."
"Aw . . . guys are embarrassed, you know, to admit it."
"Then I really am flattered, Jimmy, that you don't mind admitting it to me. I'll keep our secret. It is true, isn't it?"
His eyes brightened to the word "secret" and the look he saw in her eyes was the most trusting he'd ever seen in a girl. Girl? Woman! She was the absolutely most perfect sex goddess made for loving Jimmy had ever seen.
"It's true," he admitted. "I jerk off a lot. I really do like it."
"Will you jerk off over me tonight in your bed?"
"Will I!" He gaped at the graceful femininity of her fingers as she released the horny boldness of his phallus. "I'll do it a bunch!"
"Why wait?" Her head bent low to whisper the taunt in his ear and light wispy lengths of golden hair brushed the side of his face. "I've always wanted to watch a man do it to himself."
"Honest?"
"Honest." She stood slowly from the stool and for a second he thought she was going to walk away from him. She did. To slip the lock on the door. Then she snuggled back and cupping her palm under the nape of her neck, lifted a handful of long blonde hair. "See the zipper? Pull!"
An incredulous Jimmy obeyed, tugging the back zipper full length, then gaping at the miracle of the white nylon uniform, slipping down over the dazzling contours of Trudy's luscious body.
"A man needs a little incentive," she said, making it sound as ordinary as the weather, while she strolled casually past his side to the window overlooking the mountain panorama beyond.
The panorama within the office was as far as Jimmy's eyes got. The skimpy bra with its see-through thinness soared to the pressure of firm, ripe breasts.
With wanton nonchalance, Trudy lounged against the window ledge and cupped under boobs which jutted high without need of support. Fingers crawled across the dramatic globes and toyed idly at the taut cones outlined through the bra.
"Masturbate at what you like best about me, Jimmy." She whispered the invitation and he heard every word. "Do my breasts bother you most?"
"Guh . . . gosh, I guess!" His fist was captive to his need, but in spite of the lure, last hangover defenses held him from pistoning wildly. He pumped and stared and then pumped more excitedly.
She was a female beyond his wildest imaginations. He'd played with girls on his dates. Tiny breasts and baby bottoms, but never had he been near a sexpot. A real, proud-of-his-big-cock woman! He'd never in his life been accused of playing with himself, but Mrs. Baker had made him proud of it. Sex emotions fie never dared admit he had were out in the open, gripped in his fist, aimed at the most beautiful shape he'd ever dreamed of.
Her shoulders had that special turn peculiar to females Jimmy considered the sexiest. Not too heavy, tapering subtly from a graceful throat, carving to smooth, sleek arms folded now across her middle as she watched his play.
Abruptly his stroking stopped and he was shaking his head as if to clear away a daze.
"Hangups!" he panted. "Got hang-ups about doing it. Feel guilty!"
"James Morrison, why!? " She tensed to his surrender, then understood the size of the shock to his sensibilities. "You're not the only one who has hang-ups. Most everyone who's normal masturbates. Every girl I know does, but lots feel guilty."
"You're kiddin'! Girls really do it?" His eyes went wide with astonishment as her hand drifted brazenly over the smooth flatness of her tummy to the rounding of her mons.
"Girls are lucky. Some of us can climax just by pressing thighs together when we're really bothered. We don't have to beat those long things."
"Yeah . . . yeah!" His stare was focused on fingertips pressed from sight against the lace pan-ties, clearly probing into her cunt cleft.
Her head tilted back as she was caught in the total spell of self stimulation. It was no act. Long lashes trembled low and her rich, sensuous lips were parted in a little oval as if kissing an imaginary . . . A cock, thought delirious James Morrison. The sexual electricity touched every gorgeous curve and muscle, every hill and valley, and Trudy's body pulsed in excitement as an orgasm suddenly grabbed her.
Gripped by come emotion, she rocked helplessly, still leaning against the window ledge, eyes closed, one hand fingering the center of a breast while the other drove feverishly against the slit beneath the lace undies.
"Now you!" A possessed young male pumped frantically. His fist was a piston of fury, hurrying to make himself, come before her eyes would open again to .focus on the forbidden act. Unknown to him, Trudy was watching every wild stroke, her eyes hidden by the lowered lashes. Watching, loving it. Wondering why she felt so good when there was so much danger to what she was doing.
Would he have afterthoughts? Tell it around? Make a fool out of her? Get the word back to Jack?
"Do it . . . do it, Jimmy . . . " she moaned as a sudden barrage of semen splattered across her front. "Harder . . . harder!"
His ejaculation was a hot barrage of youthful semen spattering her cheeks and dripping down the cleavage of her breasts.
"There!" Trudy was settled back on her resting pod, blissfully unconcerned about the semen dripping across her middle. When Jimmy's eyes opened, she smiled quietly. "Now, back to business."
She angled the Cavitron into his mouth and activated the motor before he could speak. For ten busy minutes she managed to ignore the dancing nerves in her tenderized vagina while she scaled and cleaned with a vengeance. It didn't work if she intended to get sex off Jimmy's mind and inside, she knew she hadn't the least interest in doing that. She just needed to give herself a few minutes think time before she went totally berserk and tore the crazy cock that was already hard again, right off his front.
Be a perfect substitute for miserable Jack's moods, she thought. A flare of anger stormed in-side and she heard Jimmy murmur protest when she bore down too hard with the buffing drill. It wasn't so big a deal that Jack was pawing Nomi. That was par for the course. She could even tolerate his getting so hot over his office teasing that he shot his load. But it was his recent slow-down of interest, his turn-off on many nights between themselves that really ticked Trudy.
A different Jimmy was eyeing her as she angled the Cavitron deftly, hurrying to finish her polishing chore. In his hand was a resurrected cock, pointing perpendicularly as he relaxed on the reclining chair. His elbow, once the cause of embarrassment when it touched her crotch, now was his tool to incite to riot as it brushed boldly against the warmth of her vee.
"Jimmeeee!" She placed the Cavitron carefully on its rack on the drill stand and rested back against her hands. "You know you're a devil!"
"I know." His elbow ground impertinently against the yielding pussy flesh. "You really meant that about secrets, didn't you?"
"Never a living soul shall know."
"Would you believe I've never seen a girl . . . you know . . . where I'm touching."
Trudy sniffed. "No, I wouldn't believe that. Secrets we keep, but there's no need to lie."
"Honest!" He flushed at her accusation. "At least, not a real woman. Only girls pretending to be. Please!" His eyes had that desperate fear of possible rejection. "Could I maybe feel underneath and know how it really feels?"
That her life should. have turned so far off track in one daring hour was a mad sensation to Trudy. This request actually seemed right and innocent.
"I'll let you, only if you let me. do something I've always wanted to with a man your age."
"Anything!" Jimmy was a total convert to his lust.
"I've never Masturbated a male of sixteen. May I?"
"Hey, I'm almost seventeen." Why age seemed more important to him than her wild request was dumbfounding to Trudy. "You really would? Honest?"
"Huge secret then, Jimmy." She let her thighs drift slightly apart and catching his fingers, guided them under her panties to cover her palpitating pussy flesh. "You can feel underneath while I find something else to do."
"Ohmigosh!" His touch was a deviling mixture of boy and man as his fingers stroked and toyed from pubes to yearning labial lips. The vulva trembled and she was sure he could feel her response. In a passionate frenzy to keep from stripping her undies and mounting him as he lay on the reclined chair, Trudy grabbed the ready prick.
"Not too fast!" squawked Jimmy when her pumping sent quick warning sizzling deep in his groin. "Gonna make me come! Lemme feel you first!"
Her reaction was slow but not from under-standing when one finger speared eagerly through the yielding labia. She wanted his invasion of her hyper-sensitized cunt center. She ground outward from her stool to press her moist and yearning pussy against his fingertips. Suddenly two fingers were inside her vagina.
"Ohhhh, Jimmeee . . . don't!" But her protest was thin and unconvincing.
His free hand swept across her front to seize a firmly packed breast jutting invitingly close to his face as she convulsed to the stroking of her quim.
An impetuous wrench stripped the crossover bra from her front and she was bared to his hot stare. Whether youthful fervor or deliberate planning, Trudy didn't know or care.
"Mmmmmhh . . . wow!" His palm cupped the nearest boob and tilted it to his lips. Lush kisses paralyzed her resistance and the cunt stroking intensified as his lips found a nipple. Trudy was gone.
Just as her vision blurred to the force of her orgasm, she caught a glimpse of her eager wriggling to the seduction of his finger and lips. There was something right and innocent and fun about what some would call an infidelity. Not so Trudy. Her body was made for loving. Jack was playing it cool with her and cute with the help. To hell with Jack! her thoughts screamed as the orgasm racked her body.
She loved the hot feel of a cock in her hand as she came. It was so loaded with want and so hard and full, but there was something else special about this delicious young male. He wanted her happiness first and that was more than she'd noticed from her husband for some time.
"Geez . . . you're gonna . . . make . . . " His frame arched tensely against the maddening hand play and she tightened the squeeze till the bright red penis cap seemed about to explode in readiness. Still his orgasm held back. "Pump it! Pump it hard!"
She masturbated the rigid phallic column with savage, ripping strokes and the brutal handling was just what Jimmy wanted. Grunting excitedly, he covered her tightly clenched fist with his own, squeezing eagerly to encourage her roughness.
"Awhhh . . . eeehh!" Semen leaped in a milk white geyser arching in a high trajectory, raining down on her bare shoulders in an eager splatter.
The instant the last drops soared, she tore her fingers away and dove for her bra at her feet. When he asked to help, she twisted to let him hook the snaps, tossing her head to let her hair drape out of the way.
While her back was still turned, his hands caught her hips and held her immobilized for a second. "Look . . . thanks! Gosh, you're wonderful! You did more for me just now than anyone has all my life I" The grip loosened and he was easing from the chair, stuffing a softened penis from sight as he moved.
Her arms swept around his waist when she was back in uniform and they hugged silently for a minute. Trudy groped for a word and finding none, decided there was none for what had happened between them.
An instant later the door closed quietly behind his departure and she was alone. Alone with breathless thoughts and a relentless tingling in her vagina. The buzzing of her intercom startled her back to the real and present world. She answered shakily.
"You all right, dear?" Jack's voice was solicitous and she knew she was being patronized. Probably his guilt for what had been his boldest playing with the help, and even as she thought it, she decided this was no time for wifely sarcasms. She'd taken her revenge in a much more satisfying manner.
"I'm not all right," she whispered to the phone. "Oh, Jack, this has been such a long day."
"So, it's done, right? You've got no one else coming in, according to the book."
"Uhunnnnnhh. I need to see you."
"C'mere."
"Are the girls gone?"
"What diff? I'm in my office. Run all the way! I'll give you a squeeze and it'll all be better."
Happy-go-lucky Jack, thought Trudy, replacing the receiver gently and wondering why she didn't throw it through the wall separating them. Somehow he could melt her like ice to water with his smiling voice. That he'd toyed with another girl . . . even brought himself on with the excitement . . . was gone from Trudy's thoughts as she darted down the wall-to-wall carpeted hall to his office.
He was flanked by Nomi and Kim, his high-backed executive chair tilted back, arms crooked behind his head and he smiled happily at Trudy's entrance. "Aw, gosh, the old woman's back! Orgy's over, kids. Scat! See you, Monday." He aimed a two-handed swat at each tail and the girls danced away, squealing protest at his freshness.
"He's just taking liberties because he gave each of us a raise today, Mrs. Baker." Kim waved her pay check delightedly as she passed."
"I'm sure you're worth it to both of us." Trudy wasn't really sure inside that she wasn't being laughed at, but a bigger need was gnawing.
"Come here, baby." He pulled her onto his lap and she cuddled silently against his powerful frame for several minutes. Under her skirt she felt the crawling of his phallus. He wanted.
A self-confident Jack, vastly relieved that his wife avoided any reference to his gauche clutch with Nomi and obviously unaware of the more daring game he'd played in stand-up coitus, let the hard-on stiffen. It was time to stamp out all doubts in Trudy's mind as to who was first and foremost in his sexual thoughts.
"Know what I need, sweetheart?"
"Me, I hope."
"I need a martini. A strip martini back in our love nest."
"You mean a martini freak-out, Jack, just us this time. I get tired of the big show for the neighbors."
"No big deal, Trudy baby. Just gives old Mel Campbell and his fraulein a kick. What a name! Arreadnee!"
There was a kind of desperateness in the hug, but Trudy couldn't help it. She felt desperate. In-side was the unrelenting tingle of need unfulfilled. It was ten days now since her husband had been inside her. Ten minutes since she'd looked at a bared boy cock, eager to be learning love ways and wildly loaded. Every day half-a-dozen young males sat before her. Maybe most of them were as psyched to her as Jimmy. The thought was unnerving.
"Anything, Jack. Anything you want to do. Anywhere. Anytime. Just do it! I need you sot" Her words had the sound of last-ditch to her.
Hands cupped the rounding of her tail and he pressed her tightly to his front, grinding against her tummy. His penis was limp. She remembered their last embrace, hours earlier, when she had felt the moisture. Had he played tease with Nomi or Kim again since?
"Take me home," she said, catching her Lon-don Fog across her shoulders and hurrying at his side to the parking lot.
It was a rainy, late afternoon and distant lightning flashes lit the sky as they drove out the winding macadam to Baker Valley in the out-skirts of Stamford.
"Damned town's overrun the old farm at last, hasn't it?" he muttered.
More an observation than a question, thought Trudy, since it was 'hack who had developed the Baker homestead from 250 farmed acres to a neat little cluster of contemporary homes. The pre-Revolutionary Baker mansion in the midst of the modern reminded one of a nearly forgotten New England--past. High windows, majestic front porch and balcony porch, massive chimneys and austere gray paint gave the place the look of authentic early America.
But most of the half-dozen neighbors surrounding the old rambling home, all staid and older couples, were much more interested in the present day Bakers than in the past. Jack and Trudy were the best built-in neighborhood entertainment the old mansion had seen in two hundred and fifty years. Set in the center of a half-dozen contemporaries, the house's activities were visible on four sides. The sexy Baker twosome were a delight to most of the neighbors to watch, and since shades or privacy seemed to interest neither Jack nor Trudy, watching was easy.
Jack told one neighbor who complained about the drab appearance of the Baker mansion that he was about to do a total restoration. No one re-ally believed him. He was too busy with the lady of the mansion and every male in the neighbor-hood knew why. Trudy was some kind of beautiful woman. And so long-gone on her man she had even taken up the dental hygienist work to be with him several days a week at the office.
"Doctor Baker, really!" Jack slapped the wheel of the Mercedes. As he turned into their drive, both caught sight of a bedroom drape moving on the Campbell second story next door. "Trudy baby, you know our neighbor is always on the lookout for sin. Look at that. Ready and waiting."
"Jack." Trudy tugged pleadingly at the sleeve of his tweed jacket. "Let's not do the strip martini thing tonight. I'm just about out of control with myself. Take me upstairs."
"The bedroom?" Jack snorted in contempt. "You know old Mel would be heartbroken. He's seen no action over our way for so long he must think we're incompatible. Huhunnnhhh. It's cock-tails in the library."
Trudy slumped against the car door, pouting but feeling passion mount as she watched her husband open the garage doors. He was a hand-some guy, she thought to herself, assessing the proud carriage, the athletic trimness of his six-foot frame. Jack's only sign of being plus-thirty was a whisper of gray at his temples. He hated that, but wouldn't give in to the suggestion that he should darken it with a rinse.
Privately Trudy had her own guesses about the playful tease around the office, the eagerness in her husband to exhibit his, sexuality there and here at home, too. That little salt and peppering of gray was the reason. He was feeling a gnawing awareness that age comes to all. With the stubbornness of his New England forerunners, he was damned sure he would fight its coming to him. In an odd way Trudy loved him for that.
"You're bartender tonight." She darted for the service stairs from the kitchen to change from her uniform. At the moment all reminders of the traumatic afternoon in her office were out of mind.
"Gonna really sock it to you, doll." Jack caught her wrist at the stairs and dragged her back into his arms, peeling the raincoat from her shoulders as he hugged her close. "Skip the change. Stick around and talk to me. Haven't seen you for days."
Trudy shivered happily at her man's impulsiveness. Maybe the old Jack was coming back. She glanced down at her uniform and the shiver turned a little like a shudder. Maybe he was just acting out a kind of fantasy about two other females at the clinic who dressed like this. Maybe he'd taken Nomi lots farther than the embrace she'd seen him in this afternoon. And there was that familiar way he patted Kim every time he passed her in the X-ray and the preparation room.
Forcing such gloomy thoughts from her mind, Trudy hovered over the breakfast bar, making small talk while Jack hurried the vermouth into the gin.
"Don't forget the touch of olive juice," she reminded him as he stirred in crushed ice.
Baby, you'd make the perfect bartender," praised Jack, squinting at the tiny bottle as he added the drops.
"I'd rather be a perfect something else."
"C'mon . . . let's go practice." He caught her arm and steered her for the den, balancing the precarious stack of martini glasses, pitcher and snacks atop a too small tray.
"Hope it drops," snipped Trudy, feeling a growing giddiness at the coming play.
"Me, too. Then we can get to the more interestin' stuff."