Chapter 7
At precisely 1:25 on Friday afternoon, Jed parked his car two blocks from the huge Thorpe residence and walked briskly to the side door. A poker-faced maid let him in, and showed him upstairs to rooms on the east side of the house.
She opened the door to a sunny living room, and said, "Mrs. Thorpe is expecting you." Then she turned and marched stiffly down the steps.
Jed closed the door, and went through the living room to the bedroom beyond. It was a huge room, in garish reds, blues and golds. He paid no attention to the room, however, for in the center of the room was a massive bed, and sitting in the bed was Kittie.
She wore a thin, transparent, red negligee which did little but tantalize the eyes and attract them to the ample charms less than half hidden by the silk. She lifed her arms to sweep back her long, loose, blonde hair. Her face was greedily eager, her eyes boldly inviting.
"Jed, darling. Right on time."
"I didn't want to miss a minute." He stood beside the bed, staring down at her. The bedcovers had been rolled back to the end of the bed. She was sitting on a gold sheet, her knees crooked slightly, her whole svelte body displayed for his enticement in the transparent negligee.
"You're not in much of a hurry," she prodded, pouting lusciously.
"I can't stop staring," he admitted frankly. He unfastened his tie, took off his jacket. She propped herself on some frivolous gold cushions and watched him eagerly.
"Jed, did you lock the door?"
"No," he said.
"I will." She slid off the bed, brushed past him, the negligee swinging loosely, and went over to lock the bedroom door. Then she returned, to sit cross-legged on the bed. Her legs were long, smooth, silken; her hips were rounded globes of creamy flesh. In a few years, if she wasn't careful, she would be fat, but right now she was slender-waisted and plump in the hips and bust.
He had been looking forward to this session. When he was naked, he lay down on the bed, bending over her as she leaned on the pillows. Her half-closed eyes studied his body.
There was a small clasp fastening the red negligee at her throat. He unfastened it, drew back the silk that covered her huge bust. He remembered her swift response yesterday to his manipulations of her breasts.
He put one hand on each breast, squeezing tightly. He bent closer. The strong perfume she wore aroused him, combined with the fragrance of her naked flesh.
He nuzzled his head against the full, swollen breasts. He touched one with his mouth, nuzzling, handling her roughly. Her hands clasped around his head. She was already sighing deep in her throat.
While he played with each breast in turn, his right hand moved down and explored excitedly. The skin was satin soft. He clasped her waist, moved his hand to the silken back. His fingers played silent melodies on the globes of her hips, down to her thighs, warm and pliant.
She didn't need many preliminaries. She was as passionate as he was. The huge breast heaved in a gasp of satisfaction as he shifted to the attack. He kept on nuzzling at the massive breasts, even as he sought, explored, found. She was a big, solid woman. He embraced her, not saving his strength, not holding back cautiously for fear of hurting her. She could take it, all he was ready to give.
They soared together. She lay still as he began his movements. He felt some surprise and tenderness for her as he realized she was really inexperienced in love-making. She must have sold her obvious charms to clumsy lovers in the past. He resolved to make up for some of their deficiencies.
He lifted up, put his hands under her hips. She misunderstood.
"Don't stop, Jed. Oh, don't stop, honey!"
"Baby, I've just begun. Come on, let's play."
He showed her what to do with her body. She learned fast, and soon she was so much in the swing of the things he wanted to shout with the pleasure of it. She moved rhythmically as he rode the waves of pleasure, until they crested. He fell, panting, and rested on the billowing breasts.
She caressed his hair. "You're sweet. You know it? You're sweet."
Within moments, he was ready again, determined this time to bring her to the peak with him. He worked longer at her vulnerable breasts, and soon the whole lush body was ready. He leaned forward, holding her, and nuzzled again at her massive breasts, swollen now and shaking like bowls of jelly. He rocked gently, kissing the breasts, rocked, swung, rocked. Her breath was coming in gasps, faster and faster, as he pressed her.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-" she screamed out, and kicked off into orbit, her heels drumming on the bed as he held her and showed her the way to the stars. They fought and wrestled and rolled across the bed, Kittie showing her delight as he kept a firm grip on her, his head on her breast.
He didn't let go until she collapsed across his body, genuinely limp and finished. He smiled as he moved away carefully, and patted her back.
"There, baby. How was that?" he murmured fondly. He couldn't help liking a woman who responded so fervently to him.
"Uh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh," she could only sigh, her limbs limp. When she could raise up, she pushed back her long blonde hair dazedly. She smiled down at him in wonder. "Man! What did you do to me?"
"You like?"
"I like!" She kissed his chest, and trailed her hands down his sides to his thighs, feeling eagerly. "Wow! You ready again already? Man, what are you?"
"A man," he said, grinning. "A man who is inspired." He reached up, took one of the massive globes that were her main asset, and played with it skillfully.
Her tongue licked her lips as she hung over him dreamily. Her hand patted his thigh. "I never knew a guy like you before. What have I been missing?"
"Fun," he replied. "But what about your honeymoon? Wasn't it any good?"
She grimaced. "Oooh, honey. It was a dead bore. We went to Florida in February, and I thought I'd have a ball. But what happened? Russell had meetings all day and half the night."
"That's too bad," he said, alertly. "You didn't meet any of the men either, I suppose? Russell was probably jealous of you."
"Oh, I met them. But they didn't flip me. Say, honey, time's a-wasting." Her hand moved coaxingly.
"Was that where you met Fred Barton?" he asked, as though making talk. "Come closer to me, baby."
"Um. Yeah. Like this?" She settled in place delightedly. "Fred Barton. Yeah. He was one of them. And some guy named Bert. And some dame named Lola Adams. Was she a dead bore? I wore a bikini to the beach. So it was a little tight. Mad? I tell you! She yelled at Russell till he said I had to put on a one-piece stupid thing."
"He must think more of other people's opinions than yours," Jed prodded. He embraced her and she laughed happily. She crouched over him, settling in place again. He kissed a breast with his mouth.
"You like them, huh?" she said proudly. "I got the biggest boobs most guys have ever seen."
He kissed it again, and her hips jerked on his body. Her breasts were the most sensitive portions of her anatomy. She was so delighted with him that she chattered on, answering his idle questions as their bodies flowed together.
"Yeah, there was this kid, this Larry Westfall. But he was always fighting with Russell. Then he would go off mad."
"Russell or the boy?" said Jed, moving her with his hands to pull her closer.
"Aw, the kid. He drove around in an old car. Never had any money. Wouldn't even buy me a drink. Was I surprised when we came back and Russell says they play poker together! I says "What does the poor boy use-matchsticks?" Russell says to shut my big mouth."
She was mournful for a moment, then brightened, beaming happily, her breasts flopping.
"But Russell isn't serious about the sister. That was a relief."
"Sister. Is her name Edythe?" Jed forgot to keep his tone mild.
"Yeah. Do you know her?"
"I met her once or twice. Sort of a haughty-looking blonde."
"That's the dame. Russell dates her sometimes." Jed jerked, she swayed and almost fell away from him. "Hey-honey!" she protested.
"Let's try something new," he suggested, to distract her. "Sit up."
She sat up, and he got off the bed. "Aw, you're not going to quit, are you?" she asked, disappointed.
"Nope. Let's try something." He moved to the bed and began running his hand down her silken back. She giggled as he toyed with her huge breasts. "Do they date often, Edythe and your husband?"
"Them? Aw, once in a while. But it's only for dinner. They talk, and then Russell comes home early. So I'm not worried."
Jeb had plenty to think about and worry about. So Edythe and Larry were both thoroughly mixed up with his partner, Russell Thorpe. He could scarcely concentrate on his activities with Kittie.
"They used to date a lot, before he married me," offered Kittie. "What are we going to do?"
"You turn around on the bed-no, not that way. There, like that. That's right." He climbed up on the bed behind her, admiring the view. Kittie turned her head to peer over her smooth shoulder. "How serious were they?"
"Oh, pretty serious. When I worked in the nightclub three years ago, they used to come in and sit in the corner and kiss. You know, real cozy. Ouch!"
"Sorry!" In his surprise he had gripped her waist too hard with his hands.
So Russell and Edythe had once been very serious. Perhaps, probably, in love. Three years ago, Russell had been fighting for his divorce from Mavis. Jed frowned, puzzled. That was a crazy thing. If Russell had wanted a divorce to marry someone like Edythe, why had he made Mavis pay so dearly for the divorce? And what had happened to break up his new romance?
But Jed had started making love to Kittie again. She was so stirred and excited she wasn't talking any more. He settled to the business of giving them both some exotic delights.
They played roughly. She was hard to hold, giggling, squirming, romping on the wide bed. Finally she collapsed, out of breath. He followed her down, and held her steady while he finished.
She was eager for more. And she was sufficiently enticing and satisfying to keep him eagerly inventing new plays. She was tireless that afternoon. He decided to forget all his problems too, and lose himself in the sheer hedonistic delights she offered.
"Gee, honey, I bet life wouldn't get boring with you around."
"Why don't I come around a lot and try out your idea?" he murmured in her ear. He blew gently on the ear. She giggled, and squirmed happily.
"Russell would get so mad. But honestly, he does bore me. I thought we'd be together all the time and have lots of fun. You know?" she said wistfully.
He put one hand on each big breast and drew her back against his bare chest. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her hands on his thighs.
"I know, Kittie. It's hard on a girl, being married to a guy who's getting up in years."
"Boy, I'll say". He don't make love to me but once a week. And then once, and he's worn out. Gosh, I hardly get started with once. It takes me a little while to get worked up. You know?"
"Sure. You need loving and kissing first." He put his lips on her shoulder, traced a line of kisses to her arm.
"Ah. Do that again, lover, honey, Jed. Oh, ah, oooh, you're sweet."
He was glad to oblige. He squeezed her breasts rhythmically, kissed her shoulders and neck, whispered things in her ear that made her giggle and get more excited. It was fun to arouse her, to watch her getting excited. Finally he bounced her hard on his knees, again and again, and sent her off into a frenzy of repeated explosions. She loved it.
She flung herself over on the rug, flat on her back. She held up her arms. He came down toward her, meeting her fast and hard. They exploded again, in rhythm, kicking off into ecstasy, using each other fiercely for satisfaction.
He let her rest a few minutes after that. His own chest was heaving as he sought normal breath.
"Wow," she gasped at last. "Wow. Wow. What I've been missing."
"You didn't knock at the right door, baby. You didn't come to the right address."
"You-aren't-kidding." She stretched, yawned, the full bust rolling. "Oh, oh, I feel so damned good. All silky and happy inside."
"Don't want to quit, do you?" he teased. "Just when we're getting warm?"
"If you can dish it out, I can take ;t." She touched him provocatively, her bold eyes examining him. Is her hand, he came to life again. "Gee, Jed, honey!"
"You said you could take it," he laughed. "Where do you want me, on the floor or on the bed?"
She stood up. "On the bed. The floor is too hard."
He caught her as she was climbing onto the bed again. He pushed her face down across the bed, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Then he laughed at her surprise.
He held her there a moment, then moved away. He spanked one firm buttock. The flesh felt so good, he spanked the other one. She fought him, rolling over, her knees apart as she kicked out.
He climbed up on the bed and touched her as though he had never touched her before. He lunged for her. She was fighting him to tease him. He gripped her waist, held her fiercely in his hands, while his hips pressed down to control her body.
He conquered again, and she lay limp while he moved forward. Her eyes were closed, her hands gripped his back with sharp, clawing nails. He buried his head in the valley between the luscious breasts, and rolled his head slowly to press down on her.
She was big and wide, and soft and pliant. He embraced her, luxuriating in the velvet warmth. He swung his hips, delighted in the fullness and vibrancy he had found.
Rolling and holding, velvet and heat, the richness of silk and the slickness of satin, a firm woman to hold and love, a big woman to control and fight and conquer. Sighs and hard-panting breaths, cries for completion if was almost too much to endure.
He held off, and let her come searching, lustily, after him. Circling round and swinging, twisting of rounded flesh lashing ever faster and faster. Fire building up and up.
He could not hold back any longer. He held her down with his body and arms, and made her know the full power of a passion-driven man, until the dam broke and the floods came and the waves poured over the dark shores.
While he lay beside her to recover, he turned his head to see the clock. It was 3:45. He stretched, smiled. Right about now, he knew, Dan Foust, in his warehouse office, was stretching a handkerchief over the mouthpiece of a phone. In a muffled, husky voice, he was saying to Russell Thorpe, "You'd better get home and see who's in bed with your wife."
Dan was always very meticulous about details. Jed had told him to phone at 3:45, and Dan would be phoning right now.
Let's see, thought Jed. It was about eighteen or twenty minutes' drive from the office to the Thorpe house.
4:05. That would be the target time.
Time for one more, thought Jed. He turned to Kittie and touched her breasts.
She groaned, gazed up at him with glazed eyes. "Jed? Again? Baby doll, honey lover, I can't yet. Wait a few minutes."
"I can't wait," he said. "We have such a short time together. When can I see you again?"
"After I get out of the hospital," said Kittie, with a twinkle.
"Hospital?"
"Yeah, lover. They'll have to sew me back together. You've done ripped me up into little pieces." She yawned, stretched, her legs moving slowly on the gold sheet.
He grinned down at her. "You've been great, honey," he praised her. "I don't know when I've enjoyed an afternoon like this."
"Yeah? You're sweet. You give a girl confidence. You know?"
"I know, Kittie. How about another quick one for the road? I want to get out before your husband returns. He might not like it."
She giggled. "Boy! He'd have a fit."
He came back to her. She embraced him obediently and curled against his body. Her arms came around his back.
"Honey, honey," she whispered. "Aw, honey, honey. I wish we could do this often."
"Can't we?" he asked. "You could phone me when you're free. Or come up to my place. I'm in the phone book."
"Maybe I will," she said.
"Maybe you'll find you can't get along without me," Jed murmured, swinging into place.
"You could be right. Gee, he'd be mad, though." Kittie wiggled her hips, sighed with pleasure as he touched her.
He lay quietly then, enjoying the contact with her lush body, moving only sightly to build up the fulfillment. It was nice to relax.
Bang! Bang, bang, bang!
Someone was knocking violently on the closed bedroom door. Even though Jed was expecting it, the crashing sounds gave him a jolt.
"Kittiel You let me in! Why have you got the door locked?"
It was Russell Thorpe's hard, angry voice. Kittie stiffened in cold dismay.
Jed raised up slowly, as though startled and dazed. "Who-who-"
"It's Russell!" she whispered. "Quick-get in the bathroom-"
She tried to push him away.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The door shivered under the blows.
"Kittie! You let me in! Damn it! Who's in there with you?"
"Jed-get away-" she urged, in a frantic whisper. She pushed at him.
"How did he know? I thought you said he didn't come home till-"
"Get away!"
He finally stumbled to his bare feet. As though dazezd, he lurched to the bedroom door, unlocked it, opened it. Russell tumbled in, half-fell over Jed.
Russell recovered his balance, glared unbelievingly at Jed, at his naked wife trying to get up off the bed. The evidence was all too clear.
"You-Jed! With Kittie! You-you louse!"
He struck at Jed. Jed, not so sleepy as he appeared, caught the blow on his upraised arm, and landed a punch where it would hurt most-on Russell's growing paunch.
Russell howled in agony, doubled up. Jed went over to his clothes, to get dressed and get out. Russell followed him. Kittie screamed. The blow landed on Jed's shoulder as he ducked.
He swung around, punched Russell in the jaw. Russell struck back viciously. The blow thumped on Jed's chest. Jed parried with his right, threatened Russell's chin. As the man protected his chin, Jed's left landed squarely on Russell's paunch again. Russell screamed, in sheer fury.
Kittie was squealing, crouching naked on the bed, afraid to go near the men. Jed pranced around naked, avoiding Russell's heavy-toed shoes. He got in another good one on the jaw, and decided with glee that that blow was for Mavis.
Russell's fists pawed the air. He was blinded by anger. Jed got reckless. He came in close for another punch, and Russell's fist collided with Jed's cheekbone. Jed's head snapped back. He had sense enough to dance out of the way as Russell stumbled forward for another chance.
Jed poised on the balls of his feet, waited, parried with his right. Russell's burly form came closer. Pow! Jed connected with the jaw again.
This time Russell sagged, went down in slow motion.
Kittie screaming, climbed down off the bed and fell beside Russell. She patted his cheeks frantically.
"Russell? Honey? Lamby? Lamby-pie?"
Jed laughed, and went over to his clothes. He dressed quickly, keeping a wary eye out for Russell's recovery. He was completely dressed before Russell blinked and opened dazed eyes to look at his naked wife.
"How is lamby-pie?" asked Jed.
Kittie glared. "He'll be mighty angry at you! Hell get back at you!"
"Thanks for the warning, sweet," he said. Russell was coming out of his daze. Jed added, devilishly, "And thanks for the wonderful afternoon, Kittie darling. We must do it again soon." He kissed her on the cheek, his hand casually caressing one of the full breasts.
Russell groaned in reviving anger. "You-louse. You-double-dealing-damned-louse."
"Get out!" said Kittie, righteously.
"Until the next time, baby," said Jed, and strolled out, humming. He felt very good.
It had been a most satisfactory revenge. And he had learned several most interesting facts, in addition.
He whistled blithely as he walked to his car. He felt fine, very fine indeed.