Chapter 4
Meanwhile, back on the mainland.
"I can't believe that you're actually allowing me to squeeze your tits," said Doug.
"Wait a few minutes," replied Connie breathlessly. "You'll be even more surprised. I'm going to allow you to squeeze my ass and stick your penis into my hungry vagina."
"If I would have known this was going to happen, I would have sent my wife on a separate vacation a long time ago."
"That would have been nice. Then we could have really done some serious fucking. Speaking of fucking, she's probably over there in Hawaii shacked up with some surfer guy right now—just screwing her pretty little brains out."
Even though the image flashed through Doug's mind, he became worried. "Hey! This kind of revenge is right, isn't it?"
"Sure it is," cooed Connie. "Tit for tat, remember?"
"But just because she's cheating, doesn't make it right for me to respond in kind, does it?"
Connie looked into his eyes and said, "Don't go having an ethical relapse on me. You almost sound as if you're straight out of an Andy Hardy movie. C'mon this is the age of fucking around, not chastity belts and Victorian manners."
He smiled at her. "I know you're right. I'm just not used to it."
"Well, get used to it, because you're going to enjoy a little fucking around yourself." She grabbed hold of his hand and put it between her thighs.
He squeezed her pubis and said, "That feels nice."
"Wait till you feel the inside—with your prick."
"You know, I'm starting to like this idea more and more."
"Most men do when given the chance."
He continued to stroke the vulva. He could feel the heat radiated from her loins. He could sense that she was ready for penetration.
"Why don't we dispose of some of these clothes?" she asked. "I think that it would be much more enjoyable—and practical."
He stepped back from her and quickly stripped. In turn, she pulled her halter off and unzipped her short-shorts. He looked at her naked body and exclaimed, "My god! You're lovely."
"You're not so bad-looking yourself, buster—especially that meatstick that you've got there between your thighs."
"I apologize for it being erect."
"Oh honey, don't ever apologize for something like that. We women live to see those things in an upright position. The harder they are, the more we enjoy it." She stepped forward and touched it.
"Oooh la la! He's a big one," she said with a coo. "Beverly never told me that you possessed something this large."
"I'm ...I'm ...glad that you like it."
"I do. I do. And I'm going to like it a lot more as time goes by. After all, that's the way we horny women are."
"Do you ...ahhh ...do these types of things often?" Doug asked, attempting to keep his composure.
"Do you mean, fuck around with my best friend's husband?"
"No. Just fool around—period?"
"Use the word 'fuck'. It's so much more appropriate at times like this."
"All right," he said as he gulped. "Do you fuck around often?"
"It depends."
"On what?"
"On whether I'm attracted to the man or not, and on whether or not the man is attracted to me."
"I wouldn't believe that there's a man alive who isn't attracted to you. Every guy likes a shapely blonde."
"Oh ha! Some guys have a hang-up about hair color. They only want to fuck brunettes. More often than not, blondes like me come in second place—even though I have a beautiful body."
He ran his hand up and down her back. "Mmm! You feel so nice and warm."
"That's because I'm horny and I'm ready to rut. Usually I'm cold as ice."
He held her ass and pressed her close to him. "Mmm! Your body. Oooh! Your body."
She laughed. "You sound as if you like it."
"I love it. It's every bit as attractive as Bev's-only more appealing to me for some reason."
"I'm more appealing because I'm adding a little variety to your life."
"Is that it?"
"Sure. All marriages fall into the same dull routine. Switching partners is one way of spicing things up."
"I'm certainly spiced up."
"I know, darling. I know. I can feel it in my hand. Your appendage has grown substantially just in the short amount of time that we've been standing here talking. By the way, do you mind if I bend down and give him a friendly kiss?"
"Mind! Shit no! Kiss him all you want. You can even suck on my balls is you so desire."
"Thanks for the idea. I'll have to remember that when I'm down there."
She kissed a trail downward, beginning at the tip of his nose, and proceeding to his lips, chin, and throat. From there she leaned down and kissed his left nipple and then the right one. She moved her head back and forth numerous times, making sure that they became erect. Once they were she proceeded downward to his abdomen, licking a trail straight southward to his belly button.
He was in ecstasy. Beverly had never done anything sensual like this. She simply lay there like a beached tuna and didn't put any imagination whatsoever into the sexual experience. But Connie was another matter entirely. She obviously knew a lot about a man's libido. To her, the tongue was as mighty as the pussy.
She ran her lingual appendage around the inside of his navel, lathering it with her saliva. She planted numerous kisses around it, before proceeding onward to her ultimate destination.
At long last, she was in the neighborhood.
She brushed her chin against the tip of his penis, rubbing the cleft against his peehole. She then brushed her cheeks against the glans. First she turned her head to the left so that she could feel his manhood against her left cheek, and then she turned her head to the right, so she could feel it against the opposite one.
For the moment, she avoided touching the penis with her lips.
Next, she bowed her head and brushed the tip of her nose against the peehole, wiggling it from side-to-side. And then she lowered her head further and rubbed his cock against her eyelids.
He got an intense sexual charge out of this. It was one of the most intimate moments he had ever had with a woman.
She then held the base of his cock while brushing the top of it along her forehead. He could feel the tender skin of her forehead against the tender skin of his penis.
By this time, pre-ejaculate was starting to ooze out of the head of his cock. Droplets of the milky substance was starting to coat her eyebrows.
She then pulled her head back a slight distance and pretended to talk to his penis. "Hey there, big fellow," she said in a very seductive voice. "We haven't met before. I'm the next door neighbor. I've come over to see you."
"Oh wow!" breathed Doug. "I think I like this game."
She continued to talk to the penis undisturbed. "Can I kiss you, big fella? Huh? I'd like to. Really, I would."
"Oooh! He says 'Yes'."
She slowly lowered her head and gave the tip of his pecker a gentle kiss. From the microsecond that her lips made contact with his flesh his corpuscles began to race.
"You know, big fella, in a little while I'm planning on throwing a party down between my thighs. Would you like to come?"
"Oooh! Would I ever!" sighed Doug, pretending to talk for his penis.
"You'll really liven things up."
"I want to come! I want to come!"
"Good! I'll look forward to having you then. Now, do you mind if I suck on you for a while?"
"Be my guest," replied Doug, again pretending to talk for his penis.
"Thank you." She then opened her mouth and began sucking on the crown of his cock.
Doug sighed and reminisced. He hadn't had a blowjob since high school when his sexy typing teacher got horny for some cock, so she asked the boys to join her for some personalized instruction in the cloak room. It was his first blowjob and the most memorable.
"Mmm!" sighed Connie. "You sure do smell good, big fella."
Doug spoke for himself. "I didn't think that my cock had an odor."
"All cocks have an odor. Yours is sort of like ginger or thyme—I'm not sure which. I guess that I'll have to get back to tasting and sniffing." She immediately went back to sucking.
"You seem very good at this," Doug said between sighs of breath.
"I should. I give one to my boss every morning. Some secretaries are required to type memos. Some are required to make coffee. I'm required to suck on the boss for twenty-five minutes a day."
"I thought that kind of secretary was extinct. Couldn't you turn him in for sexual harassment?"
"Of course. But I like doing it. In the same way that coffee gets some people going in the morning, I find that a bout of sex really sets me straight for the rest of the day. There's something about the taste of cock that puts a horny woman at ease."
She sucked vigorously on Doug's cock to emphasize her point.
"It's been too long since I had a good blow," he said.
"Doesn't your wife do this for you?" she asked as she nibbled on the crown of his cock.
"Ha! We hardly even have sex anymore. Probably only once a week. And everything has become so dull and predictable. It's always the same position. It's always the same time of the night. And it always last the same length of time."
"Well, I guarantee to alter the routine. You won't be bored anymore."
"Amen to that," he said.