Chapter 2

Phil Gordon leaned back in his plush leather chair and swung around toward the massive bronze-tinted window behind him. He stared down through the late afternoon sunlight to a traffic-clogged Oakland intersection far below his eighth story office. Spring had come to the Bay Area a couple of months early it seemed and now the air shimmered with a warm and hazy mist. With an impatient snort, he spun his chair back around and pressed the speak toggle on the intercom. "Miss Cunningham, has Greenwell gone home yet?"

"No, Mr. Gordon."

"Tell him to come into my office before he leaves."

"Yes, Mr. Gordon."

Gordon turned back to the window and folded his beefy hands behind his head. He stared down at the ribbons of traffic reflectively. Damn! he fretted. I really hate to do this to the kid but, damnit, we've just got to cut back somewhere!

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Gordon?" Phil Gordon turned in the direction of the voice and the face that peered in at him from around the edge of the door. "Yes, I do, Bob. Come in and shut the door behind you."

As usual, young Bob Greenwell was in awe of his employer's impressive eighth-floor suite. As he took his seat, he glanced quickly around at his posh surroundings. From the original Mondrian paintings on the oak-paneled walls, to the Barcelona chairs at nine hundred a throw; from the huge teak desk that must have weighed a ton to the genuine muskrat covers on the stools at the beautiful chrome and glass bar that dominated an entire wall the whole atmosphere was one of calculated debauchery and elegance. There probably wasn't another office like it in the entire city of Oakland.

Bob looked back nervously at the large man on the opposite side of the desk. "What's the problem, Mr. Gordon?" He fumbled inside the pocket of his suit jacket for a cigarette. "I mean, is something wrong?"

Gordon disentangled his thick fingers from behind his head of salt and pepper hair and leaned forward across the desk. "Bob ... Bob, you know you're a good accountant...." Bob searched his pockets for a match, an unlit Lucky dangling uselessly from his lips. "Yes, Mr. Gordon?"...." You also know things are pretty tight right now with everybody cutting back on expenses...." He slid a four-pound sterling lighter across the thirty-nine inches of polished teak that separated them, "And, well, you're the junior man around here." Bob tried to light his cigarette, but he was shaking so badly it took both hands just to hold the lighter, and he was afraid he'd send it crashing to the floor. "Yes, Mr. Gordon?"

"Bob ... Bob, I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go."

Before the incredulous young accountant could catch it, the lighter hit the carpet between his legs with a loud thud. "But, why?" he stammered. "I mean, jeez, Mr. Gordon ... you can't! My wife's pregnant, and-"

"I'm sorry, Bob, but that's the way it's got to be ... We've simply got to start cutting back around here!"

"But, my wife!"

"Now don't piss me off, Bob ... I've got enough problems of my own!" Young Bob Greenwell could feel his guts tie in a knot. "M-Maybe I could take a cut, Mr. Gordon," he whispered. Christ, he was barely making enough to cover the rent as it was! "How much of a cut, Bob?"

"Fifty?" Gordon smirked amusedly. "How 'bout a hundred?"

"How 'bout you shove this job up your tightwad ass!"

As Phil Gordon watched the broken young man storm out of his office like a whipped pup, he straightened the rising bulge in his slacks and leaned forward to press the switch on the intercom again.

"Yes, Mr. Gordon?"

"Miss Cunningham, did you call about those opening night opera tickets like I told you to?"

"Yes, Mr. Gordon ... But I'm afraid you'll have to go through a scalper to get four together in the balcony."

"How much?"

"Seventy-five dollars apiece, Mr. Gordon."

"Okay, go ahead and order them, Miss Cunningham ... And you'd better make it six, my nephew and his wife will be joining us."

"Yes, Mr. Gordon, I'll get right on it."

"And, Miss Cunningham?"

"Yes, Mr. Gordon?"

"Don't forget to put them on my expense account."

"Yes, Mr. Gordon."

Phil Gordon released the toggle and turned back to the enormous bronzed window, entwining his beefy fingers behind his neck again. "The goddamn nerve of that Greenwell punk," he mused aloud. "It's no wonder this country is going to hell when these young bastards don't have any more respect for a buck than that!"

"Lost your job!" Judy Greenwell echoed explosively. "Oh God, what about the baby?"

"I'll ... I'll just have to get another one, honey," Bob soothed, slipping a comforting arm around her burgeoning waist as she sat sobbing softly beside him on the couch. "But, nobody's hiring anybody, Bob!" the nineteen-year-old blonde protested. "Y-You said so yourself!"

"Hey, baby," he tightened his hug, "there's things I can do besides jockey figures you know ... I mean, accounting's not the only job in the world!"

Judy remained unconvinced, but screwed up her courage for an unseasonably mature, "Sure, darling ... We'll make it ... I-I'm sure we will." She patted him on the leg for assurance, but her heart wasn't in it.

"Besides," the young husband added quickly, "the baby isn't due for three more months ... We can start saving up and "

"Saving up!" Judy shrieked. "What about the insurance?"

"I'm afraid that went with the job, honey." Judy felt her heart go "thud" as she announced sardonically, "And now, for the good news ... Your mother called about an hour ago to say she was coming out."

"Oh, Jesus."

"And then some," Judy sighed. "Oh well, I guess we'll be able to see if there's any truth to the old adage, 'three can starve as cheaply as two'."

"Better make that four," Bob added, patting her growing belly in a crude attempt at humor. A long silence passed before Judy got to her feet and started for the kitchen. "Well," she sighed, "I guess we'd better eat while we still have it."

"I'd rather screw while the screwing's good," Bob voiced. "As soon as I take a shower to wash the smell of defeat off of me." Judy shrugged indifferently. "Sure, why not? ... It might help take our minds off things."

Even pregnant, Judy Greenwell was a wife any man would be proud to have. Her long, golden hair cascaded down over her shoulders as she stretched, curled around her full breasts and made a contrast to her blush-red nipples and areolae. Her breasts were firm and taut, even larger now that she was six months along than they were before. The sheet had slid down to expose her waist and round tapered thighs. She kicked the sheet aside with her long slim legs and stood up, flouncing her hair and yawning. She wasn't naked, the way she usually slept. Instead, she was wearing the little nightie she'd purchased for her wedding night; the fact that her stomach raised the front hem high to expose the full golden mound of her sex added piquantly to the naughtiness of the flimsy ensemble. The top, what there was of it, hung in transparent gossamer folds from her blush-pink nipples. She was certain Bob would be pleased ... if he ever got through in the bathroom.

Judy's face went well with her body, a sort of pouty, sensual, flirtatious look about it with its small nose and full ripe mouth and incredulous green eyes. There was nothing aloof about her; it was pure animal, pure female. She giggled to herself as she crossed to the open window to shut it. A little shiver of delight passing through her stomach as she remembered the way men used to stare at her when she was working at The Silver Goose, where she'd met Bob, she could still picture their eyes and the bulges in their loins, hard and waiting. Not that she had ever been promiscuous, but a little coy flirting never hurt anybody, and it made her feel so ... so feminine.

"Hurry up, damnit, Bob!" she moaned aloud to herself. "Hurry up and get done in there!"

The very thought of Bob taking her, spreading her thighs and hammering his hard cock long and deep inside her belly and making her forget their financial troubles was exciting. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the bed, examining the nipples, slightly startled at the way they suddenly began to harden. She moved back so that she could lean against the headrest and looked down at them and tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It was overwhelming her, this manipulation of her sensitive breasts, just the way it always had. Some women aren't aroused by their breasts being touched, others teased only if their nipples are softly stroked. But Judy had always had nerve endings more exposed than most; sometimes even wearing a brassiere sent waves of delicious feelings soaring through her.

Now, as she stared down at the white globes jutting from her chest, she was doubly excited by the realization that soon, very soon, her husband would be placing his hands on them, caressing them and kissing them hotly ... With a low mewl of passion, she let one hand move slowly down from her breasts and down her rounded plane of a stomach, down to the soft curling fleece of her pubic triangle, then out around her thighs and buttocks, then dipping once more to the lips of her pussy. Closing her eyes against the guilt in her mind, she let her fingers open the swollen, moist lips, part the pubic hair, and slide in, finding her trembling clitoris waiting and eager.

She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, and groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way into her open, wet cunt hole. Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upwards. Then, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy, and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her sexual urgings.

"Oh ... God ... oh God," she moaned. She felt like a panther, rubbing herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Bob's fucking could do this to her, his real lovemaking would be absolute heaven. "Oh God, hurry, Bob!"

Suddenly, as if in answer to her thoughts, the door to the bedroom banged open and the muscular young man with his shaggy brown hair and rugged youthful face entered. "Hi, honey," he said breathlessly. Then, delightedly, "Y-You're wearing your sexy nightgown!"

"Do you like me, Bob?" she cooed sweetly. Bob swallowed tightly, his head bobbing up and down in the affirmative.

She raised one leg and let it part so he could see the champagne curls of her pubic hair, slightly damp from her fingerings, and her teasingly puffed vaginal lips. "All of me, Bob?" she asked in a husky voice. Little butterfly sensations flitted in her stomach as she saw the effect her display was having on her husband. She licked her lips. She felt so wicked, but he was her husband, after all.

Bob Greenwell gaped with utter astonishment at the breathtaking sight of his wife stretched out so wantonly on the bed. "Judy," he whispered hoarsely. He dropped his robe, leaving it to puddle on the floor where he stood. He was now in just his underpants, and his cock began to thicken with pulsing blood, hardening from the lascivious sight of his wife smiling lewdly up at him.

Bob groaned aloud at Judy's feathery touch as she reached out to grasp his cock and pull him to the bed beside her. Instantly, his prick leaped into full, raging erection. Her hand was around it now, tenderly stroking it up and down as only she could, and then she took his heavy testicles and softly rolled them between her fingers.

Judy beamed up at him with a Cheshire smile. "Do you like what I'm doing, Bob darling?" she queried knowingly. Bob didn't answer. He couldn't. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. His cock's swollen hardness couldn't be denied. Neither could Judy. Suddenly, nothing mattered to him now but plunging his aching cock into her lust enflamed pussy. He reached for her, his hand slipping gently into her sunflower tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart, reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lip between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth.

"Oh, Bob ... darling," she murmured as he sucked on her lips.

The young wife felt a tingling shock run icily into her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing ... always caressing. Bob leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back onto the pillow and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He lifted himself up and rolled, half-sitting, so that he was beside her. Judy lay obediently back against the cool cotton sheets, her arms wide and her legs slightly splayed. "Yes, darling," she whimpered softly, her lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes, "now!"

In passionate silence, Bob ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft fleshy folds of her cunt where moments before she had played with herself. His young wife moaned, her body alive to his caresses.

Her creamy satin skin was a lamina of hot desire. God, how she wanted him! Her body cried out to be loved tenderly and totally ... as he was doing now. She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her soul from his maddening strokings.

"Oh, yesss," she whimpered. "Yes, Bob ... touch me there ... There ... Oh yes, therrrer." She sensed the dew-drops of semen rising between her open thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Bob ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame with a fever of surging senses ... She couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!

"Ohhhhhh!" Judy cried. "Fuck me fuck me! Now, darling! Now.!" She twisted her husband's hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please, darling! Please!"

The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas excited Bob to a frenzied, blinding furor. He sensed his cock and balls aching with blood-filled lust, and then suddenly grow flame hot as one of his wife's hands closed like a steel trap over his thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the palm of her hand as she slid up and down the hard flesh and, insane with lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips. The flowering lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She rubbed his swollen blood engorged penis along her open pink slit and parted the soft, resilient pubic hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance to her vagina. Her young husband clamped his fingers into the full cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward, at the same time supporting his weight with his arms to keep from injuring her lower torso as his cock disappeared into her pussy with a wet sucking sound.

Judy groaned, her body tightened into an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry that split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her cunt, then surged in again. Up and down, faster and faster ... and Judy's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned in her lungs.

Bob felt the smooth raw flesh of his passion-aroused wife's pussy clasp him tightly, and pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks. Judy twisted her head from side to side, flaying her hair against the white pillow, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the huge head around in her seething belly, causing him to gasp and quiver. A fierce storm whirl-winded through him as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin, and knew he was about to cum.

Judy sensed it too. She could feel Bob's cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Please ... not yet! Not yet! ... Wait for me ... wait, please!" Her legs splayed wider as she bucked and writhed on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins insatiable. "Now ... HARDER!"

But it was already too late as her husband groaned above her, and his thick fleshy cock throbbed out its milky white semen, leaping bursts of his cum which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the wet pink lips of her vaginal orifice. It was as if all the tensions of the day had conspired to rush him to completion, leaving his young wife of ten months high and dry.

"Oh, Bob!" Judy voiced her discontent beneath him. "Why didn't you wait for me!"

"I'm sorry, honey," he whispered hoarsely as he rolled to his side beside her. "I ... I just couldn't hold back any longer."

Judy heaved a heavy sigh as she stared bitterly at the ceiling above, a tiny tear of frustration rolling down her downy cheek. "Yeah, sure, Bob," she managed bravely. "It's ... It's okay. I understand." But, in truth, she didn't. First her mother-in-law had phoned to say she'd be dropping in for an unexpected visit ... then Bob tells her he's lost his job, and now ... and now, this! It was nearly more than the pregnant young wife could bear as she thought in impassioned silence, Okay, you goddam loser ... If you can't finish what you start, I'll find someone who can ... A real man, like ... like Gerald Dearing!