Chapter 5

At the Ralston home in Crabtree Meadow, Connie Ralston hurried around anxiously, her nerves already on edge from the suspense of waiting. She had changed clothes twice already deciding that the black lacy peignoir was too obvious, too overdone, and now she had donned a pale blue number Jake ordered for her from the outfit in Hollywood that advertises in all the romance magazines. It hung daringly off the shoulders and boasted a plunging neckline in front that would have been banned in Boston; matching all-lace panties completed the outfit, though they exposed nearly as much of her voluptuous charms as the see-through top.

Jake had called her just after lunch, his voice still husky with conquest and bravado. He had spared her no details in his boastful recounting of his sexual misadventures with that young girl, and when she was just about furious enough at him to hang up in his face, he had dropped this proposition on her like a bolt out of the blue. Swinging was' almost old-hat to Jake and Connie Ralston now, but always it had been the same way-only at occasional parties they held with their equally-inclined friends. This was a first for both of them and Connie knew why. Jake realized he would have to offer her something big and juicy to make up for his little dalliance at the office and this present was better than a mink coat....

"He'll have to be one good fuck to match the piece I got this morning," her husband had lewdly boasted earlier over the telephone. Connie had listened in head-shaking amazement; this was a clear-cut violation of the unspoken ground rules for their extra-marital fun. Neither of them had dared to take another partner outside of the wife-swapping parties they went to, and now Jake had not only broken the rules ... he was encouraging her to do the same! And with an ABC employee, another of Jake's no-nos!

"I don't get you, baby," she said finally after a long pause to let it all sink in. "You must want some of that Melton broad awfully bad to set all this up. You sure you're not just trying to please me 'cause you went and fucked that little teenybopper?"

He laughed. "Aw, honey, sometimes you just don't trust me at all, do you?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Well, maybe that's part of it. But I've been thinking, and now's a good time as any to work a little swap with them two. I can't say much good about the college boy, but you seem to have a notion about gettin' some yew-nee-versity stuff, so I might as well work it out so's I get into Miss Stuck-Up's pretty lace drawers!"

"Yeah, yeah, I believe you, Jake lover; really I do. Anyway, I'll do my part. But I don't see how it's gonna get you anything. I ain't complaining, though ... it should be a lot of fun!"

Leonard waited futilely inside his car for the thunderstorm to subside, then risked near-drowning in the twenty yards or so of grassy lawn, now awash with rainwater, between the curb and Jake Ralston's front door. He was soaked to the skin and shivering when he ducked under the shingled stoop for shelter and rang the bell. He was examining his rain-drenched suit and pondering its chances of survival when the door opened. His glasses were blurry with dripping rain, and for a moment, as he cleaned them, Jake Ralston's wife was not much more than a hazy vision. "Uh, good afternoon, Ma'am ... I don't know if you remember me. I'm Leonard Melton from the terminal. Jake asked me to drop some papers off here." He held up a vinyl folder that seemed still intact.

"Goodness, come in! You'll catch your death of cold out there!" She ushered him in quickly, and it was not until he put his glasses back on in the dry warmth of the entry foyer that Leonard noticed what she was wearing. Or actually, tried to notice without giving the appearance of noticing.

But failing to see Connie Ralston's ill-concealed charms would have called for total blindness!

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "I was expecting Jake. I hope you don't mind." Leonard noticed that she made no effort to cover herself, though the pale blue dressing gown was as transparent as a sheet of plastic wrap.

"Uh, no, Ma'am ... uh, I guess I'll be on my way. Here are the papers. Jake said they were very important."

Connie took the folder from his hand without glancing at it and dropped it on a narrow table by the door. "Why, Leonard ... you don't mind if I call you Leonard, do you? You can't go back out there in that storm without at least a drink to warm you up. You'll catch pneumonia, and then Jake will blame me. C'mon in the living room and take off that wet jacket. Pants, too, if you like ... hell, there ain't much I haven't seen." She laughed and gave him a wink ... Leonard could not help remembering another wink he had received today already.

"I really must be going. Ma'am. Thanks ever so much for the offer, but...." He stopped as Connie Ralston took both his hands and pulled him gently into the adjoining living room and pushed him into a chair.

"Nonsense ... I may not be the boss, but I'm the boss's wife, so maybe I'll pull rank on you. And stop calling me 'Ma'am,' ... you make me feel like a grandmother."

"Oh, I'm sorry ... You don't look like a grandmother, uh, Mrs. Ralston. I didn't mean...."

"Connie ... only the preacher calls me Mrs. Ralston, and he's no fun at all!" Before he could protest, Connie had poured him a healthy shot of whiskey out of a bottle with a drawing of a bird on it. "Here ... it's Wild Turkey bourbon. Only kind of whiskey Jake will allow in the house. He says scotch is for English faggots and rye for farmers."

Leonard took the glass of neat whiskey and looked at it a few seconds before he sipped it. Bourbon had never been one of his favorites. "It's very good bourbon, Ma'am ... uh, Connie. I must confess to being one of those English faggots, though."

The short-haired older blonde looked shocked, then surprised, and then she giggled.

"I mean, scotch is my favorite," he explained, and Connie laughed far more than the joke deserved; Leonard felt even more uncomfortable. He tried to keep his eyes from wandering, but her big, voluptuous breasts were right there ... just stuck out there with hardly anything between them and those enormous tits! "I really must be going," he said again.

"Nonsense, at least finish your drink and let your jacket dry out. Here, give it to me, and your shirt as well. I'll hang them over a heating vent, and they'll be dry in no time. Or do you find my company so unpleasant?"

Leonard coughed on the bourbon. "Oh no, Connie ... I didn't mean anything like that. Uh, could I maybe have some ice for this, if that's not too much trouble. It's really good bourbon, but I'm just used to drinking whiskey on the rocks."

"Certainly, I'd be delighted. By the way, did that wandering hubby of mine say when he'd be home?" Her mouth was twisted at the ends in a mischievous grin that made her look twenty-five instead of almost forty.

"He said it wouldn't be until late. I didn't realize he hadn't called you ... he had to go to Fayetteville to pick up some electrical parts for a motor that's giving trouble."

"That's just like Jake to forget to tell me. Excuse me a minute, and I'll get your ice." Leonard's eyes shifted downward to take in her lushly ripened figure as she walked away; she had a body that reminded him of a stripper he had seen at a county fair when he was under age and had to slip in on a buddy's driver's license. All her curves were bold, dangerous ones, with the promise of excitement for any man brave Enough to take them. She was back in a moment with a plastic bucket filled with ice; he had heard the clink-clink of the automatic ice-maker on their refrigerator and was reminded of the banged up aluminum trays they used for ice at his apartment.

"Here, this ought to make it better." She dropped three cubes into the glass tumbler and then stood by his side. Leonard nearly dropped the drink in his lap. Jesus Christ! What was going on here! She had taken off her panties! She was wearing absolutely nothing under her gown!

"Let me take that shirt off, too, Leonard. You needn't be bashful. It'll be dry when you finish your drink, and your wife'll thank me for keeping you out of the hospital."

"Uh, that's all right, really, Connie," he replied lamely, but his boss's wife was already unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers hot against his damp chest.

"Stand up, and I'll get it off you," she insisted, and this time he did as she asked. She opened the shirt to the waist and reached below the waistband of his trousers to tug it free; Leonard felt a twinge of excitement as her fingers slipped lightly over his belly. "There, that's better ... now the cuffs." She was less than a foot away, and as he glanced down, he could see the rich full swells of her swaying breasts beneath the enticing sheerness of her gown. Was he losing his mind? Was he actually here in Jake Ralston's house with his wife nearly-naked? And was she helping him out of his shirt? No, Jhis had to be some insane joke! Christ! He had to get out of here before things got out of hand!

"They're pretty nice, huh?" she said huskily. It was almost a minute before Leonard dared believe his ears. She couldn't have read his thoughts!

"It's a kind of knack I have. A guy I went out with one time had read a book on psychology, and he said it was some sort of seventh sense I have ... I can always tell when a man is looking at my body. And there's only one thing on a man's mind when he looks at a woman like that."

"But, I wasn't ... I mean, I haven't got anything like that on my mind. I just came to deliver those papers, on Jake's instructions, and...."

Connie suddenly surprised him with a brazen caress along the inside of his thigh. "Ah-hah! If you weren't thinking what I thought you were, then how do you explain this!" Her fingers were squeezing his cock-head through the fabric of his pants; Leonard could scarcely breathe, much less speak. Connie unfastened a hidden catch at the deep cleavage of her breasts, and her dressing gown opened as if by magic, exposing the ripely enticing mounds of her breasts, their ruby nipples staring at his bare chest. She put one hand under her left breast, her other hand still hotly on his growing hardness and lifted it so that the nipple aimed upward at him. "Most men like my boobs, Leonard ... what do you think? Do you like them?"

Leonard felt his whole face flush with embarrassment, and he felt even more ashamed that his humiliation showed like an inexperienced kid's. "Yes, Connie," he said in a near-whisper. "They're ... lovely."

"Kiss it, Leonard ... kiss it hard."

"I-I couldn't, Connie; I mean, you're Jake's wife, and I'm married, and ... Jesus! ... I've really got to go, right now!" He started to ease away from her, and the smile on her lips faded into a stiff insistent line.

"Kiss my tits, Leonard ... or I'll tell Jake you tried to put the make on me."

Leonard gasped involuntarily. "No, you wouldn't! It would mean my job! My marriage!"

"Kiss it, baby ... Kiss it." She backed against the edge of the sofa and sat back without looking. There were pillows piled at one end of the four-seater, and Connie stretched out languorously, resting her head on the pillows. Her legs were parted a little, scissoring open and closed, as if fanning the intolerable heat up between her thighs.

Leonard felt his eyes being drawn inexorably to the fleshy pink lips of her cunt, clearly visible between her slightly open legs. There was no blush of crimson on his cheeks this time, and he could not suppress the smile that curled his lips as she parted her legs a bit more. He could see that she was definitely excited; tiny glistening dewdrops of moisture were faintly sparkling in her narrow cuntal furrow as she nakedly exposed herself to him. He spontaneously gulped the rest of his bourbon and looked at her full bounteous nakedness in wide-eyed disbelief. He knew he should run out of here as fast as his legs would carry him, that playing around with another man's wife was like lighting cigarettes with dynamite ... especially if the man was Jake Ralston. Jake would kill him if he suspected he was even thinking of messing with Connie. But his feet seemed to have cement poured around them; he couldn't move. Instead, he moved even closer to the sofa.

"You're a beautiful woman, Connie," he mumbled, his head still slowly shaking from side to side. He could see that her eyes had narrowed to tiny slits in her inexplicable excitement ... all for him! He had to restrain himself to keep from dropping there to his knees and shoving his head up between her legs. She was everyman's fantasy of a woman of pleasure, a high-priced call girl, a penthouse mistress, for she boasted the kind of voluptuous offerings very few men possessed in a wife. Sure, she was probably a dope, but who cared ... what a body! Enough there for a dozen men, he guessed.

"Come and kiss me, college boy," she grinned, "and no excuses this time."

He leaned over her and pressed his lips tightly against hers without thinking, numbing his brain to any futile thoughts of right or wrong. He was no longer thinking with his brain, but with his balls! Suddenly, he was more turned-on than he had been in months; ashamed, he had to admit to himself that this older woman was getting to him, arousing some inner spark of lust he had forgotten existed. It wasn't right; it wasn't even sane ... but he didn't care! Thinking was for later, this was the time for doing!

She reached up and curled her arms around him and pulled him down onto her soft warm flesh. One of his legs fell between her open thighs, and he felt the amazing youthfulness and heat of her loins. She moved one thigh up against his genitals as he answered with a harsh grinding of his lips against hers; his hotly throbbing cock surged into aching, blood-engorged hardness. He could already feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping into the fabric of his pants, and he nearly laughed aloud as the worry of dry-cleaning on his limited budget flashed across his confused mind. He was sure she could feel it too, for she seemed to rub harder and more insinuatingly against that very spot, urging the tiny slit in the end of his organ with practiced thoroughness. His virile young cock was jerking now as though he could explode with orgasmic fury at just the slightest touch; his balls seemed to have been pumped full of hot, heavy cum, and they hung heavily between his legs.

"You want to fuck me; don't you, college boy?" the voluptuous blonde grinned up at him. "You'd like to maybe pick up some new tricks to show that sweet little wife of yours, huh?"

Oh God, Anna, what you would say if you only knew of this! And yet I know I can't-won't-stop myself! "Yes, yes," he answered, his voice cracking nervously.

"Then say it, lover boy ... let me hear you say it!"

"Damn, I want to fuck you, Connie! I want to fuck you like you've never had it before!"

"Think you're man enough?" she taunted, her thighs lewdly rubbing against his painfully pulsating penis.

"I'll show you, honey; I'll show you!" he gasped with real excitement and then pulled himself off her and began to frantically strip off his clothes. He felt a slight twinge of self-consciousness as he dropped his pants and shorts ... a woman like Connie has probably had dozens of men better than me, he mused in self-deprecation, maybe even that bastard Jake is better ... but he went ahead with it pridefully and stood over her with his long hard cock jutting out in full throbbing erection. Jake's blonde wife had lifted herself slightly and was out of her sheer gown; she lay back on the spacious sofa completely naked, her lushly ripened breasts, her curvaceous hips and thighs all his! With a grin of wicked merriment, she uninhibitedly reached out to him and grasped the blood-filled head of his warmly pulsing cock as if it were a priceless work of art.

"It's beautiful, college boy, a real nice piece of pipe you've got there ... and I want it in my cunt, lover! I want it nice and deep inside me!"

She pulled him forward by his penis, and he sprawled beside her on the sofa, one hand reaching down to fondly squeeze the rounded softness of her beautifully curved buttocks. Her naked body was warm and soft against his, and as her lips locked against his mouth, her hand reached eagerly for the long thick hardness of his cock. He moaned into her panting mouth as her fingers entwined coolly about his excited penis, and as she crushed the full sensuous length of her body against his and ground her naked pelvis hard into his loins. She moaned in impatient hunger as she urged him to get on top of her. Her legs parted widely and then closed around his, trapping him between her trembling, satin-like thighs.

"Now, baby ... come on ... let's fuck!" she hissed, running her tongue around her wetly parted lips. "Let's fuck up a storm...."

The GMC pickup hummed smoothly along the blacktop county road that wound down from the piedmont clay and into the sandy, scrubbrush forests of the coastal plain. Fayetteville, with its neon-lit boulevards and GI girlie-bars, beckoned from a few miles down the highway" and Jake Ralston, anxious for a mug of cooling draft brew, stuck his booted foot to the floorboards and hoped that the Highway Patrol was somewhere else.

Jake switched on the radio and tuned it to a country-western station for a bit of fiddle playing before the news of the hour. He glanced at his wristwatch and wondered if Connie was eatin' that poor boy alive yet ... Goddamn it, I'd give a week's wages to see the two of them goin' at it! That snot-nosed kid, thinks he's so motherfuckin' smart; hell, I bet 'ol Connie's showing him a bag o' new tricks!

He felt a momentary hot breath from the old green-eyed monster, but he quickly shoved the notion aside; after all, Connie had had his approval. And, what the hell, he had his balls all set on something special, a real delicacy, like one of them French girls he'd seen in the magazines. Yeah, Connie was a real lay, that was for sure, but this afternoon's careful planning was going to net him a special little fish ... a real gourmet's delight! And he was gonna love fucking her like he'd never loved before!

Connie Ralston's eager hands explored every hollow and angle of her young lover's naked body as his hotly pulsing cock pressed hard between her widespread thighs, nudging her quivering cuntal furrow. She arched up powerfully with unexpected strength, and reaching down and around her own buttocks, spread invitingly her moist pink vaginal lips to give the lust-heated head of his cock even greater access as it insinuated its way up between her legs. When she relaxed and lay back on the sofa, she had his penis trapped between her thighs as securely as if with a huge fist.

He forced his own hands between her shoulders and the sofa cushions and ran them down the soft naked curves of her back and hips. His only thought was how Jake's hot-blooded wife would act when he finally rammed it to her; Christ, she was hotter than a firecracker already, in spite of her trying to play it cool and act superior. Those long legs of hers would wrap like velvet ropes around his thighs when she felt his long hard cock fucking deep up inside her belly! Damn! He'd make her forget Jake Ralston and a dozen others ... she'd think only of him when he'd finished with her! Wasn't he twenty years younger than Jake? Sure, he'd put that fat bastard to shame with his own wife! What sweeter revenge than that?

"Mmmmmm, you feel so good against me like this. So young ... so hot and hard!" she murmured, and Leonard only smiled, his suspicions strengthened. Of course! Why wouldn't she want a young man in the prime of his health after that liquor-soaked old fart! His mind was reeling in fantasies now, and the notion was an exciting one ... maybe Jake Ralston couldn't even get it up!

He could feel her sensually ripened breasts shiver and heave beneath him as her breathing grew heavier and deeper. Suddenly, she cried out as if in pain. "Now, lover! Now! Fuck me now! Don't wait a second longer! Put it in me now!" He made a move to reach down between them, but she was faster, and her hot hand encircled the purplish head of his cock and eased it between her wetly quivering vaginal lips. Leonard groaned audibly as he felt the warm moistness of her cunt parting to swallow the tip of his lust-swollen penis. There was no way he could hold back another second, and he flicked his strong young hips forward with an unexpected cruel thrust that drove the aching length of his hardness deep into the clasping liquid heat of her cunt.

"Mmmmm, it's so hard and hot ... it's like steel, lover." Jake's nakedly writhing wife moaned beneath the youth as she felt the walls of her vaginal sheath part and then clasp tightly around his virile rigidity as if to imprison it in her belly. His long hard cock raced up into her cunt, pushing waves of sensitive flesh before it. Leonard groaned at the ravenously-clasping tightness of her vagina. God! She was tighter than he had ever believed! He continued to ram forward as the warm wetness of her pussy encircled him, lubricating his cruel, thrusting entry. And then, finally he was all the way in, his lust-bloated balls slapping heavily in the upturned cleft of her nakedly churning buttocks.

His boss's wife gasped in a passion-deepened voice as he thrust harder, grinding his pelvis into her helplessly exposed loins so she could not twist aside. She was skewered completely, and he lay still on top of her for a few seconds, excited and proud that he could make her cry out with the punishing thrust of his manhood.

Leonard salaciously squirmed his pelvis against the moist softness of her upturned cuntal flesh as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him and pushing them both up and off the cushions from the excited strength of her hips. She moaned shudderingly as he stepped up the pace of his fucking tempo, opening and closing her thighs as her head flailed from side to side on the pillows. Suddenly, she reached behind her head, grabbed one of the pillows, and arching her loins upward, she stuffed it under her trembling ass-cheeks, angling the naked exposure of her cunt for an even deeper penetration into her belly. She choked in erotic pleasure-pain as his hotly pulsing hardness probed far up in her very insides. "Damn, it's so deep ... so deep! Now stick your finger in my asshole, college-boy! I like that! Hurt me, lover; Connie wants to be hurt!" Her words were slurred as though she had been drinking, though her lips bore only the perfume of her fervent heat.

His hand reached under her nakedly squirming buttocks and sought her snug little anal mouth. She cried out in passion and pain as he found it and pushed hard. It gave a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way and his stiffened middle finger slid in deeply.

"Awww, yes! Yes! Hurt me, lover!" she gasped. Leonard watched in amazement as, in spite of her obvious pain, she began to screw her buttocks down onto his upraised finger in a frenzied effort to work it even deeper into her rectum ... God, she really loved it!

He rotated it around inside her hot spongy flesh, moving it about in the buttery grip of her rectum. Through the thin membrane of flesh separating her two channels, he could actually feel the hard underside of his own lust-thickened cock as it fucked in and out of her cunt. Grinning, he began moving his finger in the same relentless rhythm. She splayed her legs widely around him to give him greater access and began to moan throatily with every inward thrust of his eagerly throbbing penis and his finger. Leonard ached in his loins with the heat of his coming orgasm, and he could feel his cock jerking and swelling like a balloon inside her hot vaginal passage. It would not be long now, he thought, and he only hoped he could hold back the boiling flood from his lust-bloated testicles until he could force her to orgasm first ... he wanted nothing more right now than to make this hot little bitch cum!

He rose higher on her and began furiously fucking her with long hard strokes that deliberately scraped against her clitoris, all of his youthful strength and energy behind each of them, and Jake's wife grunted in masochistic pleasure as he hammered her cervix with every skewering lunge. He could tell she was nearing the end, for she gripped him tight with her upraised thighs, scissoring them open and closed in perfect cadence with his deeply probing thrusts. She made wild incoherent gurgling noises in her throat, mumbling and gasping, and he knew she was getting nearer with every long hard thrust. The knowledge that she was close seemed to give him renewed strength like a second wind, and he continued his merciless fucking with the strength of ten men.

"Yes ... yes ... yes! Fuck me hard, lover! Haaarrrddd!" Her heels pounded against his back as she jackknifed her legs up tight against her breasts; her eyes rolled in their sockets and bulged with the urgent pressure inside her. And then ...!

"Oh God! Yes ... I'm ... I'm cccuuummiiinggg!" she cried out as her ankles locked about his shoulders. Her cock-impaled pussy squirmed ecstatically beneath him, offered up fully and unconditionally to his desires, and she ground up and back at him, matching him thrust for thrust with inhuman strength, her nostrils flared savagely as her loins spasmed against his long hardness. Suddenly, she gasped one deep breath, held it interminably, and then expelled it in one coughing cry of passion and collapsed limply onto the sofa. Except for the involuntary quivering of her still-aroused loins, she lay perfectly still, her wetly quivering cunt still grasping the youthful hardness of his cock like a prize between her legs. He eased it to the hilt deep in her belly and then lay still himself. Leonard gloated to himself at the feel of its still-hard length inside her. By God! He had done it! She had cum and he still had more to give her!

He gave it a playful throb deeply in her womb, and she gasped in fresh delight. "Oh, please! Darling ... let me rest first! That was really something, baby! If that's what they taught you in college, I'm sorry I never went."

"Well, they never had any courses in it; we just sort of taught each other," he laughed, the tension of love-making dissolved now.

"How 'bout your wife? She doesn't seem like the sort for a lot of campus orgies."

Leonard felt a pain in his chest at the mention of his wife's name in this salacious context, but still it was not the agonizing hurt he would have expected after his first act of unfaithfulness. "No, she was never what you'd call a swinger. A party girl, yes, but she never went in for the fast action."

"And you did?"

"Sometimes," he lied, remembering painfully that he was usually too busy with his studies for the all-night romps his buddies told him about. "When I wasn't busy studying," he added.

"Lie on your back, college boy," she purred up at him, flexing her vaginal muscles so that they seemed to milk his still-erect cock. "I want to show you something no college could teach you ... You deserve a little treat for being such a he-man."

Leonard pulled his hardness out of her reluctantly, sliding it wetly from the soft warm grip of her cunt. He was so close to being finished that he had to clench his buttocks muscles to hold back the first gush of rich hot sperm, but he was not going to argue. Whatever it was she had in mind was sure to please. She turned on her side toward him, and reaching along the firmness of his belly, began to fondly stroke him, sliding his fleshy foreskin up and down in a slow, inciting rhythm that brought an even greater ache to his lust-swollen testicles. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on her elbows, her face so close to his wildly pulsing cock he could feel her hot breath on it. She held his rigid shaft of flesh tightly between both hands, stroking it between her palms in a teasing up and down movement that pumped the pressure in his loins to an unbearable pitch.

Suddenly, her head dropped down toward his blood engorged hardness, and her tongue flicked out to tormentingly caress his bulbous cock-head ... God, a blow-job, he thought to himself, how long has it been? Anna has never even offered!

His breath sucked in as her quivering pink tongue licked around the tip; chills rippled along his spine, bringing a groan of anxious arousal from his lips. Then, without warning, she brought her ovaled mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole throbbing head of his cock in a moist warm pressure that tightened like a rubber band below the head, hotly entrapping the pulsing knob of his sex in the wet heat of her mouth.

Leonard lifted his head for a better look and gasped at the lurid spectacle of Jake Ralston's wife's lips lewdly ovaled around the hard shaft of his cock. It was worth ninety-odd days of Jake's crap for just this moment, he laughed to himself.

His penis was still wet and glistening from the juices of her orgasm as she gently massaged the leathery flesh of his testicles with one hand and encircled the base of his thick cock between her thumb and forefinger with the other. He could feel the softness of her tongue swirling maddeningly around his hardness, the tip occasionally flicking into the tiny slit at its end. His buttocks flexed involuntarily as he held back the gush of his orgasm a few seconds more, thrilling at the sight of her blonde head bobbing up and down below his belly.

Connie could feel from the jerking of his loins that he was about to explode from the fervent pressure, and she began to suck that much harder, now dragging the tips of her teeth along the sensitive flesh. She shifted her position from over his one thigh without missing a beat and was now kneeling between his open, sinewy legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, reveling in their firm muscular tautness, like an athlete's, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around the growing glans until Leonard could feel it about to explode as she somehow swallowed all of his rigid hardness deep into her throat. How did she do it?! She never seemed to even breathe! God! What a fantastic cock-sucker she was!

Surging swirls of passion were boiling in his loins, and his cum-filled testicles ached as he watched her face working hungrily above his sweat-soaked loins. His stomach tightened as he arched up from the sofa and pushed his madly jerking cock even deeper down her velvety throat passage, stretching even further the ovaled moistness of her lips. He groaned again and again, his hips humping upward at her face, and then suddenly he gasped like he had been slugged in the belly with a clinched fist. He groaned as he felt his hot impatient sperm begin its frantic run from the bloated shelter of his balls and begin gushing in thick heated streams into her voraciously sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed gulpingly as she greedily swallowed the flooding surge of cum, each pungent mouthful swirling like warm honey down her throat. His hands entangled in her short blonde hair, and he held her face against his pubic hair as he pushed his madly ejaculating penis down as far as it would reach down her throat. She did not even need to swallow now, for his gushing hardness was emptying right into her belly!

He moaned one last time and grunted finally in utter fulfillment as his long thick hardness slowly deflated in her mouth. She continued the gentle sucking until every drop of his warm sticky sperm was in her belly. She had sucked him completely dry, and with a moan of her own, she collapsed alongside him, her head resting lightly on his sweaty thigh....

The voice seemed to come as if on the wind, from far away, prodding the resistances of Leonard's slumber until finally he opened his eyes in bewilderment. He jerked bolt upright on the unfamiliar sofa and looked around in wide-eyed confusion.

"Relax, lover-boy, you just fell asleep, that's all. I let you rest." Connie was standing over him, her dressing gown on again and a drink in her hand. Anxiously, Leonard glanced outside through the narrow window by the front door and was relieved to see that it was still daylight, though darkening fast.

"How long did I sleep? It seems like days." He stood up without shame, proudly noticing that Jake's wife could scarcely take her eyes away from the symbol of his virility that dangled limply between his thighs. It was still soft, but he could feel the first jerking quivers of lust building along its length, and he knew he could have it hard again in a few seconds, if he wished. It was a nice feeling, one that gave him almost as much satisfaction as the knowledge that he had just fucked Jake Ralston's wife. An even greater feeling, however, was rapidly coming to the forefront, one of reason and intelligence that his own lust had shoved aside in the midst of their illicit trysting ... What if Jake somehow found out? He'd kill me for certain, he's that kind of man! Reasoning would be out of the question; I'm a dead man if he ever finds out!

Again Connie seemed to read his thoughts. "You'll be awfully careful around Jake; won't you? I mean, for God's sake, don't let anything slip," she said soberly.

"Me? God, I was just worrying about you!"

"Don't worry about me, honey. I've never done nothing like this before," she declared unconvincingly. "But I have enough sense to keep my mouth shut 'round Jake. You're not gonna go getting religious and tell that wife o'yours, are you?"

"Anna? She'd leave me tonight if she even suspected such a thing. No, it's just between the two of us, Connie," he said uncomfortably. Now that it was all over, he seemed to have nothing to say to this woman; they were from worlds apart and their coming together seemed an accident somehow.

"Maybe we can manage another little get-together sometime soon, lover?" she said seductively. "Sometime when Jake's away on business."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure," Leonard replied, glancing at his watch. "But I've got to run now, Connie, or Anna might get suspicious. What did you do with my clothes?"

"Relax, baby," she whispered, her arms around his neck again. "They're all drying in the bathroom. Give Mama a big kiss and I'll get them for you, okay?"