Chapter 4
Archie awakened the next morning, flopped his arm across the bed, and felt around for several seconds before he remembered that Florence wasn't there. He had a terrific erection and went in and took a cold shower, but it didn't help.
He made a pot of coffee and forced it down. Archie made lousy coffee. He figured she was in Salt Lake City by now if she had taken a plane, and waited until he was almost late waiting for her call. She didn't call.
He fiddled around at the drawing board and then the typewriter for an hour. Everything went in the wastebasket. He was back at the drawing board when Donna, the trainee, came over.
"Mr. Baker, I'm having trouble with a layout. Would you look at it for me?" she said.
"Sure," Archie said, and went over to her drawing board. He looked at it for a minute and picked up a pencil. "Your main character isn't right. She should be fatter," he said, and made a few quick lines on her drawing. "And you've lost your perspective. See what I mean?" He sketched over her picture for a minute and then stepped back.
"God, Mr. Baker, that's perfect. Geez ... you're good," Donna said. She put an arm around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks," she said, hanging on a moment longer than was necessary.
She didn't have much in the tit department, but he could feel her nipples against his arm. They were hard.
Ms. Teasley came out of old man Bundy's office and walked over to Archie. "Robbing the cradle now?" she said.
"She needed some help."
"Sure she did," Ms. Teasley said. "She's had the hots for you since the day she walked in."
"Aw, Christ, Jean, she's seventeen."
"If they're big enough, they're old enough, Arch. And from here she looks big enough. Look at that round little ass."
"Aw Christ," Archie said, and went back to his board.
Ms. Teasley followed him. "You seem nervous this morning, Archie. Something bothering you?"
"No. Just didn't sleep good ... I guess."
"Were you thinking about me? I hope you were thinking about me. I had a dream about you last night. You were kissing me like you did in the bar. Remember kissing me in the bar, Archie?"
She leaned against him and traced her lips over his ear. Jean Teasley had something in the tit department, and she wasn't wearing a brassiere this morning, either. Her tit flattened nicely against his bicep, and her nipple was hard, too.
"Dammit, Jean, stop that," Archie snorted, and looked around the room. Donna was watching them; everyone else was working.
"In my dream, Archie," Jean Teasley said, "you kissed me like you did at the bar, but you didn't stop there." She started to whisper and she rubbed her precious tit against his bicep. "You kissed me all over, and that wasn't all you did to me. You...."
Old man Bundy came out of his office. "Let's go, Teasley," he snorted. 'Teasley and I will be gone until after lunch, Archie, have a meeting with a client. Hold down the old fort, and if Cutter calls, tell him I'll call as soon as I get back."
Ms. Teasley wetted her ruby red lips with her tongue and winked at Archie as she went out the door with old man Bundy.
Archie sat staring out the window. Donna stood beside him for a full minute before he realized she was there. "Uh, something I can do for you, Donna?" he said.
"Do you like Jean?" Donna asked.
"Of course I like Jean, but not in the way I think you mean. I'm a happily married man," he answered.
"Are you making it with her?"
"Donna, I said I was married."
"What's that got to do with it? I made out with a married man once."
"Go back to work, Donna," Archie snapped.
"Okay, big man," she said. She ran her finger lightly down his back and went back to her drawing board.
Archie felt the sweat trickle down one side. Gad, what is this strange power I have over women? he thought, and almost giggled aloud.
He looked at the big wall clock; it was almost ten. He watched the second hand crawl upwards, and knew that when it was straight up, the girl from the office across the hall would come in. She always came over for coffee at ten o'clock. The second hand hit twelve and the door opened.
Mitzi, the girl from the office across the hall came in with her coffee cup in her hand. "Hi, the coffee hot?" she said. She always asked if the coffee was hot. "Where's Tease?" She always asked where's Tease.
"She had to go out this morning," Archie said.
"Goodie, now I won't have to share you with her," Mitzi said. She came over and slid her arm around Archie's waist. "It's the first time in six months that she hasn't been here. Is the old fart in his office?"
"He's gone, too," Archie said.
"Wow, let's go in his office and make love, Archie," Mitzi said.
Archie grinned. Mitzi always came over and had coffee with Jean, but, he realized for the first time, she always flirted with him. He wondered why he had never noticed. Mitzi was a good looking fox, not Archie's type, but still damn good looking. She was too slim for Archie; he liked them full bodied and robust ... like Florence.
"Go get a cup of coffee, Mitzi. It's good and hot," Archie said.
"Aren't you going to have one with me?"
"Nope. Had too much coffee already."
"I know what you mean. Too much makes me pee, too." Mitzi giggled. She was holding tightly to Archie. "That little girl across the room is looking at us," she said.
"Go get your coffee, Mitzi," Archie said.
Mitzi went and got her coffee and brought it back and put her cup on his art board.
"Don't put that cup there," Archie snorted.
"You're beautiful when you're angry," Mitzi said, and picked up her cup. "Watcha drawing?"
"Nothing, really, just fooling around," he said.
Mitzi took a sip of her hot coffee. "If you're just fooling around, why not fool around with me?"
"Mitzi, Mitzi," Archie said, "you've gotta get out of here so I can get some work done."
"I'm not kidding, honey ... I want to fuck you, Archie."
Archie sat with his mouth open, then dropped his face into his hand. "You goddamned liberated broads," he groaned.
"And I'm going to one of these days," she said.
He finally got rid of Mitzi and tried to settle down and do some work. He couldn't figure out what was going on; did it show that his wife had run off and left him available? Even then, so what? He'd seen Mitzi's husband; he was a good looking dude, young, black curly hair, a terrific physique.
What the fuck could she see in dumpy old Archie Baker?
It was almost noon when Grace Bundy came in. At thirty-five, she was almost half the age of her husband. She only came in when she was downtown and in need of some money. She was blonde and kind of flashy looking, the kind of woman an old man with money usually marries. She went into her husband's office without speaking and then came right back out.
"Where's Bundy?" she said.
"He had a meeting, Mrs. Bundy, won't be back until after two," Archie said.
"Damn, I wanted some money," she said. "Maybe they'll cash a check at that restaurant over on the comer." She looked at the big clock on the wall. "Hell, it's time for lunch, anyway. I hate to eat lunch alone. Come and have lunch with me."
"The boss told me to stay here until he got back," Archie said.
"Well, the boss's boss just told you to come and have lunch with her. I insist, Archie, now shake a leg, boy."
Archie shrugged and got to his feet. "Hey, Berry, keep an eye on things, okay," he said.
Berry looked up from his drawing board. "Sue, Arch," he said. Berry was a tall thin fellow, not talented, and not untalented. He always appeared like he was busy, even when there wasn't anything to do.
"Won't I need a tie?" Archie asked.
"Archie, you don't need anything," Grace Bundy said, and took his arm. She was a big woman, bigger than her husband.
They rode down in the elevator and stepped out into the bright sunlight. Archie squinted and put his hand over his eyes. Grace wore dark glasses. They walked down to the comer and went into the restaurant. It was already crowded and they got a little booth in a back comer.
When the waitress brought the menus, Grace handed hers back. "You order for me, Archie," she said, and lit a cigarette.
Archie suspected that she couldn't make out the menu, but was too vain to wear glasses. She didn't remove her sunglasses, either. He scanned the menu.
"Let's see, uh, bring the lady the petite filet, medium rare, and a small salad with oil and vinegar, light on the oil. The asparagus tips and no potato and coffee. Afterwards. I'll have the double T-bone, thousand island on the salad, baked potato, corn on the cob, a large milk, and coffee. Afterwards."
"Two martinis, too, please. Doubles," Grace said.
"I really don't want a martini, Grace."
"That's all right; I wasn't ordering for you," Grace said.
He watched her polish off the martinis without batting an eye. Wow, he thought, two doubles on an empty stomach would skunk me. He was eating his salad when he felt her hand on his thigh. She moved her hand up and down, going higher each time she went up.
"You have a hard-on," she said, and unzipped his pants.
Archie continued eating his salad while she deftly reached into his pants and hauled out his cock. She was masturbating him slowly, peeling the foreskin all the way down and then all the way back up, when the waitress brought their steaks. She continued pulling on his cock until the waitress had gone. Archie sat dumbfounded.
Grace let go of his cock and started to cut her steak. "Eat your steak, Archie, you need your strength," she said.
Archie was halfway through his meat when he felt her hand close on his cock again.
"It's soft," she said, "I'll have to do something about that." She brushed her palm over the tip. "It's wet, too," she said.
His cock came up quickly inside her hand. She hauled the skin as far down as it would go and then gripped the naked glans in her fist and started rubbing. The head was very sensitive, exposed like it was, and her rapidly moving little hand sent shivers clanging up his spine. It was all he could do to continue eating.
"Just relax, dear, and enjoy it. No one can see what I'm doing," Grace said.
The waitress stopped at their booth. "Is everything all right?" she asked.
"Excellent," Grace said, her hand sliding back and forth on his leaking glans. She could feel the wet goo on her palm. "I think we're ready for our coffee."
Archie tensed, the throb in his balls at the point of explosion. Grace sensed it and stopped.
"Don't go all stiff, darling. When it starts just relax and let it go. I knew you'd have a big one, and it gets so nice and hard. Just be a good boy and let Grace bring you off."
She started stroking his glans again. Archie gave a little grunt and the first wad came out. Grace closed her hand over the end so the stuff squeezed out against her palm and between her fingers. She slid her sticky fist down to the base and then drew it back up, squeezing hard, and the second blast shot out. It hit the table cloth hanging on the other side of the table. The rest she squeezed out slowly, getting as much on her hand as she could.
"Did that feel nice, Archie?" she asked.
"Wonderful," Archie answered. He leaned back heavily, and picked up his cup of coffee and drained it.
"Use your napkin to clean up, dear; you really should be getting back," she said. She was wiping her own hand on her napkin. "Next time we'll go somewhere where we can be alone and do it right. I thought about it today, but unfortunately I already have a prior engagement. I do it to Bundy all the time, even at the theatre under a program; he loves it. Are you zipped up, dear?"
Archie nodded.
"You'd better run. I can hardly wait to get that marvelous thing in something besides my hand." She gave Archie a little push. "Go now," she said.
Archie got to his feet and saw her flip a credit card on the check. "I thought you wanted to cash a check," he said.
"I decided I don't need any money today," she said.
Archie went back to the agency, feeling even less like working than he had when he came in this morning. "All quiet?" he asked.
"Quiet as a tomb," Berry answered.
"Where's Donna?"
"She took off. Said the old man told her she could go when she finished."
Archie walked over and surveyed her art work. "Hey, that's pretty damn good," he said.
"Yeh, I hate her," Berry said.
Old Man Bundy and Ms. Teasley didn't get back until almost four o'clock. They closed at four-thirty.
"Did Grace stop by?" he asked.
"Yeh," Archie answered.
"I had some money for her in the top drawer of my desk, but I forgot to tell you. She probably found it."
"I don't think so, chief," Archie said.
"Hell, she knew I wouldn't be here and should have looked for it. She's probably madder than hell."
"No, she seemed to be in a great mood. Real happy."
Bundy sighed. "That's good news," he said, and went into his office and closed the door.
Jean Teasley came up behind Archie and slipped her arms around his neck. She kissed the back of his neck. "I love you," she whispered.
Archie shifted in his chair, trying to pull away. "Don't do that. Not in front of Berry."
"Berry never sees anything," she said, and kissed his neck again. "Stop and have a drink after work," she said.
Archie wiggled free. She straightened up, and when he turned to face her, his cheek grazed her tit. He pulled back. "I can't stop and have a drink every night, Jean. I really gotta go right home." He was hoping Florence would call.
"Just one, honey," she said, and bent and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Goddammit, Jean...." He tasted her lipstick on his lips, smelled her fragrance. "Goddammit, Jean," he said again, and got to his feet. He went and knocked on the old man's door. "Cutter didn't call and there's nothing to do around here so we're knocking off," he called.
"Okay," the old man grunted.
"Call it a day, Berry," he said, and grabbed Jean's hand. "Let's go and get that drink."
"I'm glad you changed your mind," she said when he slid in beside her.
"Scotch?" Archie asked.
"No, I think I want something sweet. A whiskey sour," she said, and squeezed his arm. "You make me want to be sweet."
When their drinks came, Jean took a sip and said, "Mmmm, good. This is the same booth we sat in last night. You kissed me for the first time here."
Archie picked up his glass and emptied it, waved at the waitress for refills, and then kissed her. They were still kissing when the second round came.
"I dig you, Archie Baker, I really do," she said, and finished her first drink. She dug in the glass and fished out the cherry and held it up to Archie's lips. "Want a cherry, Arch?"
They sparred like this through four rounds, Jean drinking whiskey sours and Archie drinking bourbon and water.
"These things are too easy going down. I always drink too many. I'm really feeling good," she said, and tilted her face up to him.
Archie tried to resist, but couldn't, and he kissed her again. She tasted so sweet, so desirable, and when the tip of her tongue played across his lips it was like an electric shock. He hadn't felt like that since he dated Florence.
"Let's get out of here and go to my place," Jean whispered.
"I ... I really can't," he stammered, his lips a scant inch from hers.
Her lips drew into a pout. "Well, would it be asking too much to ask for a lift home. I rode the bus this morning 'cause my car is on the fritz."
"Of course not. Geez, Jean, you act like I'm the meanest man on earth."
"You are," she said.
They rode in silence except for Jean's directions. She chain smoked and sat close to the door. She lived in a small apartment building with four units, two on the ground and two above. A wrought iron staircase led to the second floor units. Jean's was on the second floor. It had a balcony patio.
"I don't suppose you'd come in for one for the road," she said.
Archie already felt like a heel; he couldn't figure how she'd worked it, but she did. "I don't need one for the road; I can already feel it, but okay. Just one, though."
Jean's face lit up. "I hope you like my place," she said.
"Looks great from the outside."
"The inside is even better."
It was. They stepped from a small foyer into a large room that was all window on one side. The floor to ceiling drapes were half open. The room was cluttered, and obviously an artist's room. There was an easel in one comer with palette and paints and brushes on a little table. The walls were covered with pictures stuck up at random with tacks and pins and tape.
"Look around while I get us a drink," she said, and went to a small bar in the comer. "I feel too good to lose my edge."
"Is this stuff all yours?"
"Yes. I wouldn't put anyone elses up in here ... unless maybe yours."
"I don't do anything away from the shop."
"You should."
"Hey, this stuff is really good. You're great, Jean, I mean it."
Jean blushed with pride. "Actually, this is the best I've done; I've got tons of shit."
"You're wasting your time at the agency, Jean. You're great, you're...." He stared at a picture and stiffened. "This isn't any good at all."
Jean brought the drinks and came over to see what he was looking at. "Yes it is," she said. "It's the best up here."
"It's mine," Archie said.
"I know it. I swiped it from the agency. I have some other stuff, too."
Archie frowned at her. "You're a crazy broad," he said, and kissed her.
"Crazy about you," she said after their lips parted. "Would you consider hanging around until I change into something more comfortable? It sounds like an old stall, but I'm really hot and sticky. I won't, though, if you don't want to wait."
"I'll wait," he said.
"Look around and relax; I'll only be a minute. Make yourself another drink if you run dry."
She left the bedroom door open while she changed. "I have a nice kitchen, a bath, and a big bedroom," she called. "Make me another drink, honey."
Archie built a couple of drinks and sat on the couch to wait. He felt uneasy and thought about missing Florence's call. He found it difficult to think about Florence at all.
He swallowed hard when she came out of the bedroom. She wore a man's white shirt, nothing else. The shirt came down to mid-thigh. It was loose and hid her figure, except for her exquisite legs, of course.
"This is the way I dress when I'm painting," she said. "I have a dozen men's shirts." She walked over to where Archie was sitting and picked up her drink. "Thanks," she said, her eyes sparkling. Her long, brown hair was loose and hung down her back.
She took a long drink from her glass and then sat down on his lap, a luscious, bare thigh on each side of him. She put her glass on the couch and threw her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, Archie," she cried.
Her tongue didn't play at his lips this time, but sunk deep in his mouth. She held the kiss a long time, her tongue buried all the while. She pulled back. "Say you love me, Archie ... even if you don't mean it."
"You ... you're beautiful, Jean," he gasped.
"Say it again," she whispered, and pressed her mouth to his. She snuggled against him, her hot cunt pressing tightly against his stomach.
"Unbutton my shirt," she said.
Archie opened a couple of buttons, revealing most of her gorgeous tits. The dark brown nipples peeked out. They stood up hard from their little field of pink.
"The rest of the way, Archie," she whispered.
Archie unbuttoned the shirt all the way down. She took her arms from around his neck and pulled the shirt open. Archie moaned and bent his mouth to one of her nipples.
"Yes, darling, suck it, suck it," she moaned.
She clutched at his head and held it there. He took as much of her tit as he could get in his mouth and then drew slowly off, sucking hard on the rubbery nipple when that was all that was left. She moaned each time, and then lifted his face to her other nipple.
"Darling, darling, you're making me so hot. I want you, Archie, want you right now, right here. Oh, honey, I want you to fuck me ... Archie darling, please fuck me!" she gasped.
Neither knew how they got into position, but Jean was on her back on the couch pulling Archie's pants down. She got them to his knees, then his shorts, took a long look at his swollen cock, and pulled him down. She grasped his prick immediately and put it to her pussy. She was well lubed, wet and slick, and his massive knob popped in. She grunted and lifted to get more.
"Darling, darling," she moaned, throwing her head from side to side, "I wish I was a virgin for you. I wish you could make me scream and hurt and beg for mercy. Oh, Archie, I love you. Fuck me, fuck me so hard, make me come ... oooooh, honey, you're so big; you make me feel so good!"
Archie held her tight. He pressed his mouth over hers, stifling her babbles. Her cunt was so tight, felt so grand. He didn't want to come, wanted to stay inside her forever, but he knew he would, and it would be soon, her pussy was too alive. It held his cock tightly, then loosened and let him slide freely, only to tighten again and massage his length, to suck at it, to beg for the milky stuff that would be its reward.
"Aw, Jean, I can't hold off much longer," he rasped, "you feel so good."
"Don't try, darling ... go ahead, have your come. I want to feel you come inside me. I want to make you come ... come quick and good. I want to make you happy."
She was panting now, her hips coming up off the couch to meet each thrust. It seemed like an hour that he had been inside her even though it had been seconds, and she was almost there herself. It felt so good, like it belonged, like she wanted it there forever.
"Aw, Jean, my darling, I'm gonna come, I can't stop, not now," he moaned, thrusting with a frenzy.
"Yes, yes, come hard, baby ... come way up inside me, fill me."
Archie felt his nuts explode, felt the stuff swell his prick open and spurt into her divine pussy. He kept pumping, sending wad after wad into her gut. He wished old lady Bundy hadn't pulled him off earlier so he would have even more for her. It was like she should have it all, everything he had. It was for her, nobody else, not even Florence.
Jean knew he was coming before the first wet, slick spilled inside her, and started coming, too. She had never come with a guy the first time he fucked her before and she knew this was it, this was what she was meant for. She was Archie's forever.
She hunched under him, even after he had stopped, and ground her orgasm out, spine tingling thrill after spine tingling thrill. She raised up hard, taking every inch he had and then fell limp.
"Oh, Archie, I came so hard," she gasped.
"Me, too," he said.
"Was I good? Did you like it?"
"Good? I don't think I ever enjoyed it so much. You're perfect."
"A perfect fuck?" she asked, meekly.
"A perfect everything."
"Oh, darling," she sighed, and kissed him.
They went into the bedroom, and she turned down the bed and then undressed him, then threw off the wrinkled shirt. She pushed him back onto the bed and got on top of him, snuggling her firm body against him. She straddled one of his thick, hairy thighs and pressed her soppy cunt tight. His chest was covered with hair and it tickled her pink little nipples and brought them to attention again.
"I didn't realize you were so hairy," she said.
"Disappointed?" he said.
"Never, not in a million years. I love it. I've never made it with anyone so hairy before."
Archie looked around the room. "I don't see any men's things around here," he said.
"There aren't any," she said.
"I thought ... you were...."
"Shacked up? I am, but not here. Does it make you jealous?"
"Yes," Archie said quickly.
"I'm glad. I want you to be jealous, otherwise...." She let the statement go unfinished.
"I didn't think I would be, but I am. I hate him."
"Why, because he's ... black? You knew that, didn't you?"
"Yes, I knew, but I don't hate him for that. Hell, I don't think I'm prejudiced, not much, anyway. I guess a black cock is just like a white one ... except the color. I hate him because you let him fuck you."
"Oh, my darling Archie," she cooed, and pressed her face against his neck. "Would it help if I told you he never fucked me here?"
"Really?"
"Really," she lied. He had, but only a couple of times, and she was drunk both times. She kept this place as her sanctuary, just for her. Archie was the first man she had invited in with the express intention of fucking with him.
"Where do you do it?" Archie asked.
"At his place. I stay with him some nights, maybe over a weekend."
"Is he good?"
Jean hesitated, then said softly, "Yes, he's good."
She slowly worked herself down his body, sliding her wet cunt down his leg, until she could get her mouth to one of his nipples. She parted the thick hair with her fingers and found the nipple with her tongue. She licked it a couple of times, then sucked the hard little knob between her lips. It got very hard then.
"Ooooh," Archie moaned, "that makes me tingle ... you know where."
Jean kept sucking while she found his other nipple with one hand and let the other slide slowly down until she found his cock. She circled it slowly and then squeezed it.
"Nice, nice," she moaned, "you have such a nice cock, Archie."
Archie lifted her gently and rolled her off onto her back. "Remember your dream?" he said, and started kissing the hollow of her neck. He moved slowly down and worked wetly at one nipple and then the other. He sucked until they stood up red and hard. "I want to make your dream come true." He moved to one of her armpits and raised her arm. He kissed away the salty, sweaty taste and then moved to her other side. "I'm going to kiss you all over, Jean...."
He moved down to her navel and tongued it wetly. Jean was breathing faster. She felt the fire growing between her legs. He kissed all round her belly and when he finally reached the fringe of silky, brown hair she tingled all over. She felt the little bumps cover her legs in a prickly sensation. She felt the gentle pressure of his hands on her thighs and let her legs slide open. He spread them open and kissed the hollows between the puffy lips and her leg, then moved to the other side. A little catch caught in her throat each time and she gasped softly.
"Oh, yeh, yeh, honey ... feels so exciting!" she cried.
He moved down and kissed the insides of her damp thighs. Her flesh tasted salty and sweet all at the same time. He sucked and licked at her thighs, slowly working up. By the time he was again near her cunt, she was pushing down with her hips, urging herself to his mouth, hurting for him to capture her with his lips.
"Yes, darling ... eat me, make me come. I love you," she gasped.
She cried out softly when she felt his lips close over her pussy. Her hard button thrust itself out and pressed against his upper Up. He ground against the hard little thing and pushed his thick, rough tongue into her hole. She cried out on the verge of spending. He tasted her, the sweat, the rich cunt juice, and he tasted himself, and pushed his tongue deeper. He brought his finger up to roughly massage her clit and she started to come. She bucked against him, moans and screams and gasps for air rushing from her lips. A grimace crossed her face and she jammed herself onto his tongue, jerking her cunt as if she was on a prick.
"Archie, coming ... corning hard!" she screamed. "Oh, good, so fucking good ... never came so hard before, never, ever...."
Archie held her tight, his finger and tongue working her over good until she fell limp. He put his arms around her hips, his face still buried in her soaking twat, and held her tight while she slowly came back to the world of the living.
"Oh, Archie, I came so hard," she sighed.
Archie moved up beside her and kissed her on the mouth. She sucked his tongue while her hand went down to his cock. He was only half hard.
"You're not hard, darling," she said.
"I always soften up when I do that. Guess I just get too absorbed in what I'm doing, but you won't have any trouble getting him back up. He's growing right now."
"Do you want me to return the favor?" she said. "I think I'd love it."
Jean reversed her position on the bed and took hold of his cock. "It is growing," she said, and slowly pulled the foreskin down. She wetted her lips and closed them over the little hole, the tip of her tongue coming out to spread it open. Archie sighed, Florence never did that.
She sucked at the head, her hand whispering up and down the rigid shaft. She knew she could make him come quicker if she masturbated him faster and harder, but it was better for him if it was slower, and she wanted to please him. She slid her hand down and cupped his balls.
Archie raised up on one elbow and gently stroked her hair. He felt her fingers slide back of his balls and search along the cleft of his ass. He squirmed when the tip of her finger toyed at the puckered little hole.
She raised up and looked at him. "This thing is almost too big to suck," she said. She didn't tell him that she adored sucking her black lover's cock. Contrary to popular belief, her black stud had a very ordinary sized pecker, and she could even deep throat him. She especially liked it when he unloaded in her mouth; he had such an unusually large amount of come; it literally filled her mouth.
Her finger kept going around in a tiny circle until it spread his asshole and then popped in. He grunted. She pushed in to the first knuckle and his nuts boiled. He knew she would bring him off quick like this, and he didn't want to come yet. He wanted to stretch out on her luscious, naked body and fuck her slowly and gently.
He pushed her head gently away. She looked up at him with surprise. "Let's fuck," he said.
She rolled onto her back and spread out, her long hair pillowed softly around her head. She lifted her knees and let them drop open and then reached out to him. He came down on top of her holding his cock in his hand. He brought it between her legs and eased it in slowly, the knob spreading the lips open. He looked down, watching his cock slide into her cunt. When he was all the way in, he let her pull him against her and they started fucking slowly.
"Oh, Archie, this is the way I like it, slow and gentle. It feels so nice. My baby, my baby," she cooed, and held his head in her hands and kissed his lips softly, then thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.
Archie had to admit it was good, no rush, no urgency, just long, easy strokes into her wet, sucking hole. She held him tight, playing with him with her hands and her mouth and her tongue as well as her cunt. Her soft thighs rubbed gently back and forth against his hips, too.
"I'll be your mistress, Archie. You don't have to leave your wife. Just do it like this to me two or three times a week and I'll be happy," Jean said.
"That wouldn't be fair to you, Jean."
"It's fair if I say it's fair."
"Let's think about that now," he said, stroking steadily into her hot tunnel. "You sure had a long meeting with clients today, clients and the old man."
"It really was, honey. We spent the whole day with two old farts that can't make up their mind what they want. We even had to eat lunch with them."
She was telling the truth, but she didn't mention that she sucked Old Man Bundy off in the car just before they came back to the office. She didn't mention, either, that she stopped for a drink one night a week with him and usually came back to his office and fucked. He was pretty good for a man over sixty and never failed to make her come.
She dropped her legs and put them straight down beside his. The sensations were increasing to a sweet, delicious feeling that always told her she was going to come. She squeezed her cunt lips together and lifted with her ass.
"I ... I'm gonna come, Archie. Keep going just the way you are; yeh, yeh, slow and long like that ... oh, honey, it feels so good." She ground her teeth together and hunched faster, twisting on him like his cock was a corkscrew. "Mmmmmm! Oh, Archie, I'm coming ... good, aw fuck it's so good!" Her legs came back up and locked over his back. "Come if you can, honey, I want to feel it," she squealed.
Archie was already close; her excitement brought him the rest of the way and he started spurting. He grunted and shoved hard, forcing thick gobs from the end of his cock. He continued thrusting until Jean seemed to calm down. He let his cock shrink and slip out by itself before he rolled off. "Twice a week wouldn't be enough," he said.
"Once a night wouldn't be enough," Jean said.
Jean finally got up and went and made two drinks and lit two cigarettes. She returned and sat on the bed and held his head in her lap.
"I've really got to be going," he said.
"I wish you could stay all night."
"I do, too," he said, and looked at her eyes to see if she could tell he was lying. "I really can't, though."
"I knew you couldn't; I was just wishing."
Archie got home a little after eight. He tried watching TV, and then he tried reading, and ended up pacing. He finally went to bed shortly after midnight and then lay staring into the darkness, wishing he had stayed with Jean.
He was convinced that she wasn't going to call. Hell, she can just stick it up her ass, he thought. He realized he didn't miss her as much as he thought he would. Maybe he was falling in love with Jean; he knew that was where he wanted to be right now.