Chapter 3

Later in the same afternoon, Pete and Laura Jamison were still in their living-room, Pete sprawled comfortably in his favorite chair and Laura stretched out in a provocative manner on the couch. Pete was just finishing another drink and was looking at the lush body of his wife, the first tinglings of lust beginning deep in his balls, when the phone rang. Laura got up a bit dreamily and walked over towards it, her full sensuous hips swinging lazily.

"Hello? Oh, it's you. Well, what happened? Oh? ... Really! That's great ... You got the pictures? ... It couldn't have gone better ... Right ... Good work Jack ... Right. That's right, I'll be seeing you soon, lover. Don't forget the party Friday night. Bye."

Laura turned with a smug smile on her face. "That was Jack. Everything went perfectly with Janet. He says he fucked the hell out of her and has pictures to prove it. So what do you think of that?"

"Christ," he groaned. "I just wish it could have been me." I can't wait to get into that little doll."

Laura frowned slightly. "Well, you'll just have to wait. She's not going to be that easy to get. She's probably so confused now that she doesn't know which way is up. And one more thing! Don't you forget that I get another shot at that young stud of a husband of hers. I've still got a few things to teach that innocent young boy. You know, Pete," she said, getting a mock serious expression on her face, "Sometimes these young kids make me feel downright motherly."

"You're not that old, chicken," he laughed. Then his face got a far-away look again and he muttered half to himself, "Man-o-man, I just can't get the thought of that tight little ass out of my mind."

"Hey, come back to earth, big boy. You've got all you can handle at home right now. And remember it! I don't get, you don't get. I'm a jealous wife, remember. Momma wants hers too."

"OK, OK, if you want to be a kill-joy and take away the few pleasures a man my age has left in this world, be a bitch. I'll just have to settle for you this afternoon."

Laura smiled up at him demurely. "Pete, let's take these drinks into the bedroom, shall we?"

"Why, you little whore!" Pete smiled as he followed her down the hallway. "How come you're so selfish? You always gotta come first. You drag me away from my day-dreams for your own selfish designs. I mighta known."

"Well, you don't have to follow me, my love," she cooed, turning just inside the door and acting seductive as she peeled the robe from her ripely matured body and dropped it to her feet. "Of course, if you'd rather not...."

"Now, let's not be hasty," he replied quickly, his face flushing as his eyes locked on his wife's voluptuous body. "I think we can work this out between us without too much fuss and bother."

Laura smiled at him coyly and did a small pirouette in the center of the room before she walked softly to the huge double king-sized bed and lay down full in the center of it, spreading her limbs in a wide crucifixion posture. She smiled lazily up at him without a word, just a wanton smile playing across her lips. Pete's breath sucked in slightly from the sudden excitement of the pose she had taken.

Damn, he thought. There's just no one else like her. His eyes, for the millionth time in their marriage played over the full well-rounded curves and sent tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. His eyes roamed over the naked contours stretched out in anticipation before him. They stopped for a moment on the high-set round breasts that were set closely together, leaving room for the narrowest of valleys running between their magnificent firmness. He never failed to marvel at how they kept their shape at all times, in spite of their large size. This possibly was the reason why he had hired her for his office, why he had just had to have her. Well, he had gotten her, and it had lasted a long time. He had married her just a few months after she had started working for him. Nothing had changed since then, and he still marveled each time he saw her in the nude. She was holding up pretty well for a thirty-one year old, and if he weren't such a lecherous bastard, he mused silently to himself, he would never have had to step out of the house. She was enough for any one man. His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded, ivory-sheened hips that led to the delicious sweep of long, gradually rounded thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see the soft pubic hair covering her loins and the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit gleaming wetly in the dim light seeping through the curtains.

"Well, lover, are you going to stand there all day? Hand me my drink and get naked," Laura teased at him, fully aware of the effect the licentious position of her body was having on him. She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the power she was exerting over him by the lewd exhibition of her body and watching with secret satisfaction the changing expressions flickering across his lips.

"You little prick-tease," Pete half growled, "You've gotten yourself a pile of trouble now and you just might not get out of it until tomorrow morning, if then."

He handed her her drink and set his own on the table by the bed, pulling at the same time at his clothes. It took only a moment for them to fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying in a disorganized heap. He stood for a moment at the edge of the bed looking down at her brazenly naked form, spread waiting below. His long thick penis stood out rigid beneath the slight paunch he was developing. Laura had risen to one elbow to take a long sip from the tall drink and was looking directly at his hardness.

"Mmmmmmm," she said softly for effect, as she brought the glass down from her lips. "That didn't take long."

"Did it ever? Nope. Old daddy is ready right now. Open wide, honey, I'm comin' in fast." He grinned down at her, taking the glass from her hand.

"Hey, wait a moment!" Laura screamed in mock panic as she rolled out of the way of his leap onto the bed. "I thought the only thing you had on your mind was that 'tight little ass' as you insist on calling her. Maybe you had better wait for her."

"Oh, baby, come on," Pete good-naturedly pleaded. He knew it was a game and they played it often. He was ready now but knew she liked to be coaxed a little before the action began.

"Nope, it's not going to be that easy. How come I have to be the one you take it out on after you get all worked up over some little hussy?" she said as she squirmed seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed.

"OK, OK! I know what you're after, and I promise that you'll get plenty of your share too, once I've got that swell little cunt of hers squirming underneath me."

"Is it a deal? You mean I get to make it with her husband again," she smiled, moving over close to him and stretching the full length of her sensually alluring body against him. "That'll be the best part," she said tauntingly.

"Well," he said, pretending ruffled pride, "It just might take you a while to recover from what you're going to get in a second, so we'd better wait a few days before the plan goes into effect."

"Don't you worry about me," his wife said as she nuzzled his ear. "You can bring him over this afternoon after I've taken care of you, if you like. You never could stay long enough to make me beg for mercy."

"We'll see about that later," he grinned over at her, taking her hand and pushing it down around the thickness of his upstanding penis. She began to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her hand to his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Pete groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his testicles and penis.

"Oooooh, I thought it was lover boy you were so hot about," he sputtered as she gave a hungry squeeze to his eagerly pulsating cock that sent shivers down his spine.

"Mmmmmmm," she answered softly, "just amusing myself in the meantime." She continued the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full length of his lust-hardened shaft. "Look, baby," he wheezed as her hand squeezed and fondled him, sending hot darts of sensual feeling skidding wildly over his body, "Once Paul sees those pictures of his little wife putting out for Jack, especially since he's been bitching so long about how cold she is, he'll be hot to get even, and all you'll have to do is to be handy. He'll probably fuck you half to death."

"Mmmmm, I like. Gives me a chance to show my talent and satisfy my maternal instincts all at the same time," she crooned gently. "Darling, for setting this up you're going to get a little reward."

His wife moved down the bed, trailing the soft moistness of her tips down across his stomach. Her fingernails scratched tightly over his massive cock that reached yearningly up toward the ceiling. Suddenly, she was hovering on all fours with her face poised just above his pulsating hardness, and he could feel her hot breath blowing over its sensitive tip.

She haunched on all fours over his loins, stroking his lust-thickened shaft first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time. He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed down tightly over the throbbing sensitive head of his cock. In keeping with their usual "game", he continued to taunt her with what Paul was going to be doing to her.

"And, ooh, he'll be throwing it to you, oooh," he moaned again, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He lifted his head slightly from the pillow to watch her cock-contorted mouth. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his shaft buried between her tightly ovaled lips.

"Go-wa on-a," she mumbled around his plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time increase the twirling of her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head.

"Fuck it, you can hear about it later," Pete growled as she began to suck a little harder. "You just suck it baby and concentrate on what you're doing."

He looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so he could get a good profile look at his wife's face as his hardened shaft of hot flesh began to saw rhythmically in and out of her soft warm mouth. The very sight of the lewd image caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of his hotly throbbing cock all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding from between her lips.

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the out-stroke was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, hypnotized, in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, tightly clinging to his pole of virile flesh as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her lushly ripened breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the glass.

"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed, dropping his head back heavily on the pillow and pretending for the moment it was the blonde Janet Thompson who was crouched above him. Goddamn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming his long hard cock deep in her aristocratic little throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot sperm all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst like a water-filled balloon.

"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as his wife slaved over his loins, her voluptuous body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming over her flesh. He felt the pressure growing in his cum-filled balls and knew it wouldn't be long now. His heatedly pulsing cock felt as if it were filled with lead and ready to explode; and when it went it would spew its insides for yards in all directions. He shoved his loins hard up against her face, hearing the chokes and gags of protest unheeded in his quest for the final end of this torture that was building building-building until all at once he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his balls and race steam-like the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire.

His wildly jerking cock lurched once, ballooned, and then flooded Laura's hungrily sucking mouth with spurt after spurt of white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks outward until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling like a feeding kitten at his thrusting loins.

"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped as his hands tangled tighter in her hair, and he convulsively rammed his ejaculating penis farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his load deep, deep into her greedy little mouth.

With one last earth-shattering moan, he jetted the last of his white hot sperm, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the thick, pulsating shaft.

Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Pete threw his arms out to the side in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. She lay for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling languidly at the limp, useless penis in front of her, and then she crawled up over his belly and kissed him hard on the lips.

"You think you can get as good from that 'tight little ass' you keep talking about?" she asked, smiling up sweetly at him.

"We'll see, we'll see," he grinned back at her. "She's going to take a little training. You just wait until I get my hands in her little pink panties."

"My, you are fierce," his wife teased as she reached her hand down and felt him hardening again. "And an insatiable old bastard too," she grinned, feeling the moisture rising impatiently up between her thighs. She knew it was going to be a long, delicious night, and she smiled silently to herself in anticipation.

Not too far away, Janet Thompson was lying stiff and silent in bed, her mind a crazy jumble of confused thoughts and half-remembered mental pictures of the degradation she had suffered earlier in the day.

She had managed to return home from Jack Brady's office before her husband had arrived. She didn't remember how she had got there, just a hazy memory of a taxi driver's face as he kept asking her where she wanted to go. "Hey, whatsa matter lady, you all right?"

She had stumbled in the door, closing it behind her and sagging back against it. Once she was home, her mind had cleared a little and she slowly became aware of several things: her clothes had been pulled on too hastily, and her stockings were slightly loose around the smooth flesh of her thighs. And then she had realized that there still was a warm stickiness high up between her legs. And most of all she smelled of sex. She could sense the heavy, musty, tantalizing odor as it drifted around her, clinging gently to her abused young body.

Going straight into the bathroom and pulling off her clothes, she threw them into the dirty-clothes hamper. She avoided looking at the reflection of her own body as it was reflected back at her in all its soft curves and warm colors by the bathroom mirror. Her body was a thing of shame to her now; it had betrayed her to a stranger not only "betrayed" her, but responded to him and his virilely hardened cock in a way she had never responded with her husband. She had cum!

The distressed young wife took a long shower, washing as much of the memory of her humiliating experience from her as was possible. When she stepped out of the shower stall and slowly dried herself, she experienced an almost electric feeling of shock as one end of the large towel swept across the tender flesh of her pubic area. She was amazed at how sensitive it was, like never before! Forcing herself to look more closely, Janet saw that the area around the soft pink folds of her genitals was red and a little swollen after being so heavily used by Jack Brady's huge impaling penis. She shuddered at the memory, half in horror and half in a kind of guilty pleasure ... and immediately forced the lewd thought out of her mind.

All that she could think of then was the difficulty of facing her husband when he came home from work. Oh God, he would be able to tell that she was an adulteress, she thought to herself. He would know just by looking at her face. She dressed slowly, in a misery of impending fear, and forced herself to begin dinner.

But when Paul had come home, he had seemed to notice nothing unusual. He gave her the usual perfunctory kiss at the door and then had gone in to read his newspaper. He complained as usual at the dinner table about how he was taken for granted at the office and how someday he would show them all, and she had stammered the occasional agreement that was all he really wanted to hear. As soon as dinner was over, she retreated into the kitchen by herself to do the dishes while he sat in the living room watching television. She had supposed it was the television that had kept him from noticing that anything was wrong. The only times he had spoken to her all evening, he had kept his eyes glued on the tube.

The miserable young wife went to bed early, by herself, muttering something about a headache. She felt an odd thrill as she pulled her nightgown over her naked body and felt the lace edge brush over the sensitive tips of her nipples ... the same little nerve endings that had been so thoroughly titillated by Brady. She got into bed then, waiting for, yet dreading the moment when Paul would join her.

When she was finally lying there quietly, there was more time for her to think back over this incredible day and analyze her feelings. At first she tried to condemn herself for her wanton and depraved actions, and to hate Jack Brady for the humiliation he had put her through. Gradually, however, one thing above all else became clear to her.

It had been wonderful!

Oh, God, how she had loved that long thick cock fucking into her. Her loins began to throb again as the lewdly exciting memories washed back over her, slowly drowning her feelings of shame and remorse. She became even more aware of the tenderness in her well-fucked vagina, and knew that her almost-virginal pussy could take even more, wanted more. She groaned to herself and twisted and turned under the smooth sheets, trying to fight down the lascivious feelings that started up between her tightly clenched thighs and then spread in an insidious wave over her flushed and trembling body.

Her hands had begun to stray down towards the hair-covered "vee" between the sweating softness of her thighs, intent on pressing tightly against her hungrily throbbing organs, to try and still the surging heat there at any cost. Her fingers brushed lightly over the now swollen tip of her aching clitoris and a tremendous wave of feeling, almost like an electric shock, shot through her. She groaned and pressed harder.

And then Paul walked into the bedroom!

"You say something, honey," he said, and she jerked her hand away from her groin and lay stiffly silent, trembling in shame and frustration.

"N-no, just yawning," she lied. He only grunted and then walked over to the dresser to begin getting himself ready for bed.

Janet hoped that the feelings surging inside of her would stop, would be shocked into death by Paul's sudden arrival, but they only became worse as she watched him slowly undress. She could not help but notice that he had a good build, not quite as heavy and powerful as Jack Brady's, but slender and strong. She was amazed at the hot flood of desire that coursed through her as he finally stood naked a moment before getting into bed. Her eyes were riveted on his thick white penis, and she wondered how she had never before noticed how large it was. It stood out a little from his body even though it was still soft.

The aroused young blonde shivered with emotion as he climbed naked into bed; he always slept naked if the weather was warm enough. Now she could feel the long lean hardness of his body against her, and she could not keep her love-starved body from twisting a little in the bed.

"Sorry, honey," he said. "Am I crowding you?" He started to move away a little.

"N-no," she gasped out quickly, not wanting to lose this wonderful electric contact with his body. She shuddered a little.

It was then that he finally woke up and sensed something different about her. He turned towards her in the semi-dark and could see the fevered gleam of her eyes as they sought out his face. One arm was against her side and he could feel the heavy beat of her heart and her deep ragged breathing. 'My God, what's this?' he thought to himself. He couldn't believe what seemed to be happening and hesitated a moment before gently laying his right hand on her left breast.

A deep, low groan of hunger broke from her tightly clenched lips!

Christ, he thought, and experimentally slid the same hand down her trembling belly and placed it gently between the soft heat of her thighs. He almost gasped when he realized the fabric of her nightgown was soaked through in the warm thick fluids that were seeping from her passion-wracked cunt!

The rest was sheer instinct. He took her then, roughly and passionately. She responded as she had never responded before. Her body was awakened to his caresses and he buried his tongue deep down in her mouth, sliding it wetly through her eagerly parted lips. She had never let him do that before, but now she was responding fiercely, her own tongue licking and darting about in sharp little thrusts, curling about his own tongue, searching out the dark warmness of his own mouth.

When he entered her, she reacted like a tigress, twisting and bucking with a wild wantonness up against him, her long smooth legs locked tightly around his buttocks. Her wildness added more strength to his lust, and he rammed his thickly swollen cock into her clasping vaginal depths again and again, feeling as if he had infinite strength. Then, for the first time in their marriage, she was cumming under him! Her exultant scream of release triggered his now excited climax and they came together convulsing, moaning into each other's mouths as they feverishly kissed. Then, all too soon, it was over, and they lay exhausted in one another's arms, unable to speak or even to move for several minutes.

They caressed gently for a short while, and then she fell asleep, feeling for the first time in her life really complete. Her body had been used and plundered today until there was no feeling left in it except for the warm satisfied glow deep inside her belly, and all the thoughts of guilt and shame had been swept from her mind. For the moment, anyhow, she was just a sated, sleeping animal.

Paul looked down at her with wonder. My God, what got into her? he asked himself. His mind explored several possible explanations but he was afraid to think too much about them; he only knew that he had just had the best fuck of his life, and from his wife at that. He didn't want to do anything to screw it up. Hell, he thought, if he were getting something like this regularly at home, he wouldn't need to go to those parties with the Jamison's. Pete and Laura made him a little nervous anyhow. God, he'd give them up anytime if he could regularly come home to what he had just experienced, but maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe she'd been reading a sexy book and got turned on. Hell, he'd buy her a whole library of sexy books. Then he fell asleep in the middle of that thought ...