Chapter 1
As Betty Stevens drove her Mercedes convertible through the mounting mid-afternoon traffic, she thought about what she was about to do.
She recalled how she had seen Gil Ames at a cocktail party the preceding Saturday. She had been with her husband, and they had had an argument just prior to leaving for the party. Her husband had been drinking a good deal lately, and she had been hurt by his conduct, particularly in the way that he talked to her.
If ever she had needed somebody to talk to, it was then. Fortunately Gil was there by himself, giving her an opportunity to talk with him a lot longer than she would have been able to had his wife been present. Since his wife was on an ocean cruise of the
Caribbean, Gil was setting up temporary bachelor quarters at his huge home. He was one of the most successful jewelers in town, but he retained a humility that caused her to admire him. He was not the type of man who carried a chip on his shoulder, as did so many of the successful men she knew.
The longer that Gil spoke with her, the greater the degree of affection that developed between the two of them in the course of that evening. Fortunately for her, Betty's husband had been preoccupied conversing with other women. It wasn't so much that he was eager to jump into bed with them, Betty thought, but more that he was eager to placate his lavish ego. He wanted to let everyone know that, as a successful physician, he could also charm the women.
While he held court on one side of the room, making all kinds of witty comments and causing the women to laugh and giggle, Betty started pouring out her soul to Gil.
"Things just haven't been right between myself and Phillip for a long time," she told him.
"What seems to be the trouble?"
"You know how it is. Sometimes you get a situation where two people appear to be ideally suited for marriage. So much so that it makes you shudder. But then as time elapses, everything seems to change."
"You mean that as the couple matures, they tend to develop different u Its."
"Something like that. What can be a seemingly ideal marriage at one point, can just kind of disintegrate at another. That's sort of what we're going through right now."
"I'm very sorry to hear that."
If Betty had felt that Gil was a pushy soul, or one who sought to capitalize on such a marital dilemma, she would never have been willing to confide this much in him. But since he wasn't that way, she did confide in him. The longer that they talked, the more evident it became to Gil that Betty was telling him one thing-she wasn't getting the kind of meaningful sex that she had hoped for.
The longer that Gil surveyed Betty's beautiful body, the more aroused he became. His penis dangled in his shorts, and he kept wondering if he would work up the nerve to ask her to have sex with him. He had been a little lonely in the period since his wife had left on her vacation. Since he wasn't the kind of man who was about to comb bars, not wanting to damage his reputation, or chase after married women, he accepted his situation. Whenever the need arose, he would simply go into the bathroom and jerk up and down on his hard, throbbing rod until the juices sprayed into the toilet.
But here he was talking to a beautiful blonde who was telling him her needs. Betty was thirty-five, but she had the kind of merry twinkle in her blue eyes that indicated tremendous youth. When she dressed in a certain way, she could easily pass for twenty-five.
It took Gil a long time to work up nerve. He had to gulp down more drinks than he would have done under other circumstances in order to make his bold move.
"Look, Betty, I think you're a very beautiful woman," he said toward the end of the evening. "How about us making arrangements to meet somewhere this week?"
"I'd like that."
"Maybe for drinks."
"Fine, just as long as it's some out-of-the-way spot."
"It'll have to be," Gil smiled. "I'm pretty well known in this town, too."
They met for drinks several days later. They found that they had a good deal in common, and that their communicativeness at the party was not an isolated example.
Gil made a bold suggestion. He suggested that they meet at a secluded motel just a few miles outside the city. Betty accepted, and now she was on her way to meet him.
As Betty pulled into the parking lot, she observed Gil's black Cadillac sedan sitting in one of the stalls. She parked over on the other side of the lot, then got out of her car and walked toward his automobile. She looked around several times to determine that nobody was looking their way. As a matter-of-fact, their cars were the only two in the lot and the street was completely deserted. She couldn't help but think of how good a spot Gil had picked.
"Hello, dear," Gil smiled as she moved toward the front window of the driver's side. "I've already checked in. I've got the key and we can go on inside."
"Just make sure you hang onto that hard-on," Betty winked. "You can put it to good use in another few seconds."
They walked toward the room that he had taken. He opened the door quickly with the key, letting her enter first. It was a fairly good-sized room, but the only thing she was concerned about was the size of the bed. It was expansive and looked very comfortable, certainly the kind of bed that would provide them both with more than enough maneuvering room for their bodies.
Gil bolted the door shut behind him and then walked over toward the window. He tugged at the drapes, slamming the thick green drapes shut so that darkness pervaded the room. Even though it was dark, there was still enough light that shone through the crack in the drapes to give them all that they needed. As a matter-of-fact, both Betty and Gil were happy that the light was distributed in the manner that it was. It was dark, just enough to give dramatic effect, without being so dark that they couldn't see what they were doing.
Gil's first move was toward his zipper. He reached down with his left hand, pulling at the zipper with one authoritative tug. When he removed his penis from his trousers, he tugged on it a few times with both hands. He wanted to give her an opportunity to observe what he was doing.
Up and down his fingers slid against his huge pecker. As he pumped and pushed with his cock, she stared at him, her bright eyes widening with ever-mounting interest.
"Your dick sure looks good," she said, moving toward him. "Let me take it away from you and finger it for a while."
"Sure thing."
As Gil dropped his fingers from his hard rod, he waited for his lover to grab hold of it. She did so ever so resolutely, grabbing at his penis and letting her fingers penetrate up and down its long, steely surface. Ever so briskly she asserted herself, driving her fingers up and down the lengthy base of his hot tool. Ever so eagerly she pushed and plunged with her fingers, letting them assert with brisk desire.
A few strokes later, she removed her fingers from his hot disk. At that point, Gil reached out and threw his arms around her. He loved holding her ever so tightly in his arms. He could feel her breath as life moved his lips toward hers. His lips clamped hold of hers, plunging ever so sharply. He kept his lips pressed ever so firmly against hers for a few moments, after which he then removed them.
As he removed his lips from Betty's, Gil then shoved his tongue forward. He drove in with spirited zest inside her mouth, seeking to give her a wonderful, exhilarating French kiss. As he attacked her with great enthusiasm, he pushed and plunged his tongue. He worked it swiftly against hers for several long minutes, after which he suddenly removed it.
"This is nice," he said. "I want to undress you."
He reached out and grabbed her body, guiding it downward inside the bed. As they landed hard on the bed, he reached behind her and began to unbutton her dress. She could tell from the way that he was manipulating his fingers just how eager he was to remove her dress. Gil's eagerness caused Betty's whole body to tremble. It proved to be contagious. She couldn't help but think about how correct the vibrations were that existed between them.
His fumbling fingers undid every button of her dress. They still trembled as he began to pull and tug at her dress. Betty accommodated him as best she could, wiggling her hips and legs, aiding him as he pulled off her dress.
When Gil finished removing Betty's dress, he reached out and tugged at her bra. He un-snapped it, then pulled it off with one sweeping movement, tossing it on a nearby chair. He reached down with both hands, grabbing hold of her panties. He pulled on them several times, sliding them down her legs and off of her altogether.
After he removed her panties, Gil reached out with his right hand. He let his finger tips come to rest against her pussy. He moved his fingers slowly and soothingly against her snatch. Back and forth he projected them, watching as the fires brilliantly built within her. He loved the sight of her beautiful naked body. He had been dreaming about how lovely it would look all week, and now he had the opportunity to find out. He observed her firm, lovely ivory-skinned ass cheeks, her sleek long legs, and her bountiful breasts. He toyed with her pussy for a few strokes, then decided that he just had to project his fingers against her breasts.
He reached out with both hands and grabbed her tits, holding on ever so firmly. Back and forth he maneuvered his fingers, letting them project against her warm breasts. Every time that Gil touched Betty's tits, she could feel the shock waves inside her. Her legs kept kicking back and forth and she heaved deep sighs of gratification while he kept on working his fingers.
"This is wonderful," Betty said. "It's better than I dreamed it could be. Baby, I can see you really want me. You're proving it by the way you're working your fingers. Just keep them going. I really love this."
As Gil listened to the heavy breathing of his lover, he was more inspired than ever to provide her with satisfying finger strokes. So he kept right on moving, sliding his fingers against her warm breasts.
The longer that Gil played with Betty's tits, the more confidence that developed within him.
He felt a little leery, taking on this beautiful woman, but he recognized that what with his wife gone, and what with Betty telling him about how much difficulty she had had communicating with her husband lately, he knew that they both needed it. His fingers kept on pushing against her breasts, employing themselves with quick, decisive movements. A few swift strokes later, Gil removed his fingers from her breasts.
He felt that it was time for him to get off his clothes. His cock had been eagerly scraping against his shorts for quite some time, and now he was torn with an abiding desire to give her ail the convincing sex action he could. That naturally involved removing his clothes entirely, to give him total freedom of movement.
He jumped up from the bed. His fingers kept on working quickly against his shirt. He was so pent up with excitement that it took a little longer than it should have to remove his shirt due to the anxiety he felt. His fingers kept trembling as they worked against the buttons of his shirt.
"It looks like you're all thumbs," Betty smiled.
"Yes, I am. I'm so turned on with you that don't know what to do."
"Just relax, my dear."
"I will."
Back and forth he kept on working his fingers on the buttons until he had finally undone them all. Once that he'd pulled off his shirt and his T-shirt, he reached down and literally ripped off his belt. He unbuttoned his trousers, dropping them rapidly down his legs. The closer to total nudity that he came, the harder that his cock also became. He wanted to take everything off, to give her a perfect fuck.
His trousers slid down his legs and off him altogether. Once that he jumped out of them, he reached out and grabbed his shorts. He pulled and tugged at them, sliding them down his legs while his lover watched. The anticipation was mounting within Betty, and she felt cold beads of sweat beginning to surface at her forehead. She knew just how excited she was getting. It refreshed her to know that she had something beautiful going with another man. Things had gotten so routine and depressing with her husband, Phillip, that it was getting ridiculous. She needed something new, something to inspire her, an open opportunity to engage in blissful sex.
Betty thought about her two children, and wondered what her son and daughter would think' about her being involved with another man. She concluded that if they were as understanding as she thought them to be, they would not be all that ill disposed toward her fucking with Gil. After all, she had to find a measure of happiness somewhere.