Chapter 3
Mona spent about a half an hour that afternoon bawling out her son.
They had a quiet dinner that evening, after which Ed went out.
Even though she had felt obliged to make a scene when she caught her son in the act of lovemaking with his girl friend, Mona knew down deep that she was more titillated than anything else. Indeed, if she had been anything but that she would have acted faster. It would have been a simple thing for her to break up the sex act long before her son reached the point of climax.
Instead of breaking it up, however, she had watched with fond anticipation. Throughout the act she found herself feeling a certain measure of jealousy. Her sex life was not going that well at all.
It burned Mona up to go to the gym twice a week, swim numerous laps in her backyard pool, and retain the beautiful shape she had from the time that she met her husband Gary some twenty years earlier when both were in college, and then not be able to engage in sex to the extent she would have liked.
What made things doubly frustrating was that she constantly drew wolf whistles on the street, and admiring glances from men wherever she went.
Gary was doing spectacularly well as the owner of an automobile import agency. He specialized primarily in sports cars, and by giving his son Ed a late-model English sports car for his seventeenth birthday, Mona had feared that her son would become that much more spoiled and irresponsible. Based upon what had happened since, she was convinced that she had been right.
Gary seemed to take a permissive attitude about everything, mainly, Mona thought, because he was away from home so much.
She attempted to read a book that evening, tiring of the local stale television attractions. She hoped that Gary would come home some time soon. Thoughts of her son and Irene thrusting their bodies in bliss on Ed's bed made her more desirous for sexual contact than she had been for quite some time.
She heard the sound of an automobile entering the driveway at a few minutes before nine. A quick glance out the window told her that her husband was home.
She saw him climb out of his Jaguar sports car, then walk slowly toward the door.
She made it a point to be dressed in a sexually enticing manner. She wore a pair of white Capri slacks that showed off her long trim legs and her firm fleshy buttocks to good advantage.
In addition, she wore a bright green blouse that caused her breasts to thrust out with the right degree of titillating impact. like most of the clothes she wore, they were guaranteed to show off her figure without ever reducing her to cheapness.
She turned off the television set, jumping up from her chair and walking toward the front door.
Just as Gary was opening the door and entering the living room, Mona made her arrival. She smiled and licked her lips seductively, reaching out and throwing her arms around her husband.
They exchanged a short but impactful kiss, after which Gary looked at her and said, somewhat wearily:
"What brought this on?"
"Your wife just wants to tell you she loves you."
"I'm sorry, I sure wasn't complaining," Gary said. "It's just that at this hour of the night when I'm this tired, every little thing throws me off."
Mona was anything but delighted by her husband's response, but she wasn't about to give up. Once more the sight of her son's cock thrusting into Irene's wet pink pussy gave her inspiration. She wanted to have Gary let himself go, just as he had when in the early years of their marriage, when she could count on him to unfailingly deliver in bed.
Even though Gary, at forty-one, was just two years older than Mona, one would never know it by looking at the couple when they were together. Thick shocks of gray hair, coupled with dark circles which almost perpetually appeared beneath his eyes, caused Gary to look closer to fifty than forty-one. On the other hand, people were often inclined to think of Mona as being in her twenties. Only those who were aware of the fact that she had a son in his late teens knew her actual age vicinity.
Mona decided to hold firm. Just because her husband looked and acted tired, perhaps she could get him to relax and forget about business, after which things would fall into place.
"Have you had dinner?" she asked.
"I had a bite to eat some two hours ago."
"Could I fix you anything now, dear?" she asked cooperatively.
"No thanks. I don't need any more tonight."
"I'll tell you what. Why don't I fix us each a drink."
"That sounds good," Gary acknowledged with a nod.
"What'll it be?"
"I could use a Manhattan."
"I'll fix us each one," Mona said, moving off toward the bar in the other corner of the living room.
Gary took off his suit coat, then loosened his tie, sitting down on the sofa and beginning to read the afternoon newspaper.
Mona quickly mixed the drinks, then walked toward Gary, handing him one of the glasses.
"Thanks, honey," he smiled. "You're really full of energy tonight."
"I'll tell you what, dear," Mona said, blinking her intense dark eyes and fluttering her false eyelashes appealingly. "Why don't we go up to our room and relax while we drink these."
Gary immediately folded the newspaper, tossing it over on the table where he had found it.
"What have you got in mind?" he asked.
"Let's just relax a little," Mona said, reaching over and running her fingers over the back of her husband's neck. "You've been working too hard. It's great to be a success, but you can push things too much. I get concerned about you."
Gary said nothing, but eventually moved his tall, angular frame upward from the sofa.
They walked slowly up the stairs heading toward their room on the second floor.
Gary plopped his tired body down on top of the bed. He sipped his drink casually, and while he did so, Mona quickly belted down the remaining contents from her glass.
"You drank that awful fast," Gary told her.
"I'm in a restless mood, my dear," Mona winked.
She turned and walked toward her dressing table, facing the mirror as she let her fingers pry loose the buttons of her blouse.
When she turned to face her husband, she had already discarded the blouse and was standing there in her bra.
Just one look in the mirror had told her how beautiful a woman she was. She had preserved herself well over the years. She recalled how, one year earlier, when she had attended a twenty-year reunion of her high school graduating class, she had been the most youthful person there. In fact, she had looked so youthful and beautiful that a number of her female friends shied away from her in acts of petty jealousy.
Her long flowing black hair fell almost to her waist, and she was doing her best to look appealing for the benefit of her husband.
Gary took another sip from his drink, looking up at her.
"You do look good, honey. In fact, you look great," he exclaimed.
Mona was determined to bring out the hungry urges in her husband, those same urges that had been lying dormant within him all too long. The greater the amount of time he spent on his thriving business, the less time he had left for sex expression. In addition, even when he was at home, he was generally so tired that he was not quite up to having sex.
Effervescent Mona was determined to change all that, and she walked slowly and seductively toward the bed.
Gary gulped hard as he looked at her, recognizing what a beautiful hunk of woman he had married. He was certain that she had not put on so much as a pound from the time that he had met her, so beautifully preserved was her body over the tall, 5-foot-8-inch frame that he had admired so from the beginning. He had thought of her as a showgirl, a successful model, and he knew that she could easily have been either or both of those things. But instead, she had wanted to be his wife, and she had served faithfully in that capacity, never seeking favors from other men, not once getting involved in any extra-curricular activities.
He stood there observing her as she stood a scant few inches away from him.
Abruptly Mona turned around, her back facing him.
"I just wish you'd do one thing for me, honey," she said. "This bra is so inhibiting. I feel so much better when my boobs are free to just bounce around and do as they see fit. I wish you would undo my bra strap and take off my brassiere."
He gulped down the rest of his drink, setting it down on the table a few feet away.
Gary reached forward, unhooking the bra straps, then watching as the bra fell toward the floor.
She turned around quickly, a smile magnetizing her entire face.
The longer that her deep-set dark eyes flashed in his direction, the more aware Gary became as to the fact that his beautiful wife wanted sex. He kept hoping that he'd have what it took to make her happy, even though, as of late, he was finding it increasingly more difficult to perform satisfactorily for her.
It hurt Gary to resort to excuse making, but he had been doing so on a number of occasions in recent weeks. He would rather do that than humiliate himself and disappoint his wife under the sheets.
He looked at her ripe flowing breasts, so firm and rich as they jutted outward toward him.
"Reach out and kiss my breasts, baby," Mona said.
She leaned her body forward, bending at the knees ever so slightly, so that Gary's tongue would be in perfect range with her breasts.
He puckered up, letting his lips collide with first her left breast, then her right.
Mona smiled, straightening up her body.
"That's a good start," she said. "I love having my tits kissed."
She walked back toward the dressing table, standing in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips.
While she stood there, Gary appraised her trim, lovely buttocks, which were so clearly observable beneath her white Capris. They fit her ever so snugly, giving him a perfect look at the exquisite contours of her ass flesh.
She wiggled her hips several times, then began to undo her slacks.
Mona turned abruptly to face Gary, slipping the Capris down her legs.
When he got his first look at her trim thighs, Gary's body twitched nervously. He hoped that he would have within him enough strength to supply her with the kind of sexual satisfaction she needed.
Gary could always tell when his wife was particularly horny. When she wanted to exhibit her body before him and make a procession out of the undressing process, he recognized just how eager she was to titillate him.
Gary's body tensed as he continued to watch the appealing sight of his wife's slacks sliding down her legs.