Chapter 1
Ed's wife was late again. She was supposed to be waiting in front of the library at seven-thirty and here it was eight o'clock already. Another hour and the library would close for the night. He stubbed out his cigarette, locked the car, and headed towards the entrance of the Greenville Public Library.
"What a drag," he thought as he went inside to look for her. He checked out all three floors, going up and down all the aisles. Nothing. Not a sign of her. He was getting mad. Wasting all this time in a damn library looking for Janice when he could be home watching the football game on TV. They'd only been married a year and already he was getting tired of her. Always late, always waiting for his paycheck.
"Fuck me," he said, and sat in a small leather chair at the end of a long row of books. He decided to wait until the library closed. Then he'd find her out front and give her hell.
Never should have got married, he thought. Before the wedding he had money to burn. The bread he made as a welder at the Ogden Works gave him enough money to spend on fast chicks and fast cars. Back then he had his pick of women. Ed was good looking, had a good body, and was good in bed. And now he was trapped.
He thought about all the foxy chicks he used to take out. And then he thought about Janice. She was nice, but man, one chick all the time wasn't his idea of fun. Washed up at twenty-seven. What a way to go, he thought. Just fading away.
He sat in the chair reading a magazine for a while, getting madder at Janice every minute. His anger got so bad he found himself reading the same paragraph over and over while he thought about what he would do to her.
Then he saw something that made him forget all about Janice. A really young chick was coming down the aisle, wheeling a book cart in front of her. She parked the cart right next to a small stepladder. Ed looked her over. She was about twenty, maybe twenty-one. Her long red hair ran down her back in a ponytail. She wore a white blouse and it was tight. On her any blouse would be tight. Man, what a set of tits, he thought, and fastened his eyes onto them. She climbed up the ladder. Standing on the top step she reached way up and tried to return a book to the highest shelf. Her skirt rose up to her ass. Ed drank in her shapely black stockinged legs with his eyes and studied her firm round cheeks. He could see her skin sticking out of her panties. What a piece, he thought.
Then he noticed she couldn't reach the top shelf.
"Need some help?" he said.
"Sure," she said. "If you don't mind."
Ed helped her down the ladder, cooping a quick feel on her ass. Not long enough for her to be sure, though. And his face gave nothing away. He acted as if he didn't notice that his hand just slid across her tight ass. He took the book, climbed the ladder, and easily placed it on the top shelf.
"Thank you," she said when he climbed back down. Then she looked him over. She liked what she saw.
"Sure," Ed said. "Anytime."
Then she saw the ring on his finger. Her smile faded. "Just my luck," she said under her breath. But he heard her.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. Well, thanks for helping me."
"It's okay. Hey, what's your name?"
"Sandy."
"My name's Ed." He gave her his best smile, a charming, friendly smile, one that hid his real intentions.
She saw through his act. Her eyebrows raised. Ed could almost read her mind. She was interested in him even if he was married. But she wanted to know if he would follow through. Sandy put her hands behind her back and tucked in her blouse. At the same time she thrust her huge breasts forward.
This is it, he thought. A chance to make a play. If only he had the balls he knew he could have her. But he thought of his wife. Janice. These things were too hard to hide.
Ed was about to ask her where she lived just to get on better speaking terms with her. But then an elderly female voice shattered the mood. "Sandy? Come on. Where are you? We've got to do the whole second floor yet."
"That's my boss," Sandy said. "I gotta go. Nice meeting you."
She wheeled her cart away. Ed stood there watching her ass move under her tight skirt. She was nice, he thought. Damn nice. Hell, all of them looked damn nice now that he was married.
He went downstairs, thinking of how he would bawl out Janice for not being ready. But his mind kept thinking about Sandy. And there was a surge in his jeans that helped him think about her. No doubt now. He had to see her again. Had to make her. Such a fantastic body. "Man, could I eat that," he said. Then he got an idea. Instead of yelling at Janice he would be nice and calm. The understanding husband act. And then tomorrow he'd suggest they come back to the library again.
Janice was standing in front of the library when he came out at closing time. "Ed, I'm sorry I was late. I was in the record room and I lost all track of time. I. . . "
"Don't worry about it," Ed said with false cheer. "Ready to go?"
In the car Janice gabbed about her day spent cleaning up the apartment, and then she talked about the records she listened to at the library. Ed grunted every now and then just to make her think he was listening. His mind was on Sandy. And her breasts. Just right for tit fucking. And Sandy looked like a chick that would do anything.
He found himself comparing his wife to Sandy. Sandy had it, in age, in figure, in everything. Young and sexy. But Janice. Already she was starting to put on a little weight. Not much, but enough for him to notice. She had a good body, though. A nice firm ass, good legs, and good sized tits. But nothing compared to the girl in the library. And there was another difference. Janice had sex with him whenever he wanted, but wasn't all that great. She fucked like it was her duty and nothing else. She wouldn't do anything but fuck in the old missionary position. She was really straight when it came to sex.
It had been a whole year since he even had a blowjob. Janice was too uptight about that. And no matter how much he tried she wouldn't do it. She'd cry and carry on until it drove him crazy.
Janice, he thought. Blonde hair. Good body, but didn't know how to use it.
Sandy ... Nice young chick. Gorgeous body. And her eyes said she would try anything. He got a hard-on just thinking about her.
In ten minutes they were at their apartment complex. Even that was a drag to him. Each complex had four separate apartments and every one of them looked the same. Ultramodern and boring. And then, about ten feet away from their complex was another one. And on and on and on. Shady Hills was the name of the community. It was full of young married couples on the go. Not much to write home about, Ed thought.
After a few drinks Ed was tired. But he was horny from thinking about Sandy. They went into the bedroom and as usual, Janice turned off the lights before she took off her clothes.
She laid down on the bed. Ed looked her over. She was still a good looking number. Her tits were full and her legs were long. He sucked on her nipples and dug his fingers into her ass, pressing them in deep. She squirmed under his probing touch. His hard cock pressed against her hips. She held it in her hand and guided it towards her cunt.
Ed thought about Sandy's moist red lips and her immense tits. Then he played her image in his mind, reliving the sight of her skirt riding above her ass as she climbed the ladder. He imagined himself sliding his cock into her mouth, and her hands clutching it, jerking him off and sucking the cum out of him. It was too much.
He climbed off of Janice and then sat up in bed.
He took his cock in his hand and dipped it in front of her face. Janice was nervous. He pressed the tip of his dick against her lips and pushed it in. For one brief second his cock was in her mouth. Then she pulled her face away. "No, I can't... Please, Ed. Don't make me do that."
"All right. Don't worry about it," he said. He slid back on top of her and plunged his cock into her cunt. Holding her by the hips, he fucked her slow and steady, imagining that her tight pussy was Sandy's wide open mouth sucking at him. He kept the image of Sandy's body in his mind as he banged away. Then he spurted a dozen shots of cum into Janice, wishing that it was Sandy's mouth. He pulled out, rolled over and went to sleep. Tonight he didn't care if Janice was satisfied or not.
The next night he was the one who suggested they go to the library.
"You really mean that?" Janice said. "It'll be so much fun if we go together. But why the sudden change?"
"I never realized how interesting the library can be until last night," Ed said.
Once at the library he left Janice at the main floor. Then he went hunting up on the third floor. Sandy was nowhere in sight. Damn it, he thought, I really blew it. I should have made a move last night.
For a half hour he walked around the third floor, hoping to run into her. When he was ready to give up, thinking that she was probably off that night, he saw her. She was at the other end of the floor, pushing a cart of books in front of her. She wore a tight red sweater and a short black skirt with black stockings. This was one fine woman he was going after. He walked over to her quietly and tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned, was surprised for a second, but then recognized him. "Hi," she said.
"Hello. What's going on?"
"Same old shit," she said. "Working. How about you?"
"Listen..."
"Wait a second. I have to put these books away."
Sandy turned away from him and grabbed a few books from the cart. Then she bent over. Way over. Her skirt was above her ass. He wanted to put it to her right there. When she turned around again she looked at him with a cock teasing smile on her face. She let her eyes travel down his stomach and then settled her gaze on his cock. She stared at his crotch for a minute. "You were saying?" she said.
"Yeah, I was saying. How about getting together some time? Maybe have a few drinks, and you know ..."
"Yeah, I know. But what about this?" She touched his wedding ring. He slid it off his finger and shoved it into his pocket. "So that's how it is," she said. "Well, sure. When?"
Something came over him. He didn't want to wait any longer. He reached out his hands and cupped both of her tits, lifting them gently and pressing them together. She didn't move away. She just closed her eyes. "Now," he said.
"We can't. I'll lose my job if they catch us. But maybe we can use the stairs..." She took his hand then, and led him to the end of the aisle. She looked both ways. "Come on. It's clear." She brought him to a stairway that was marked Employees Only. "No one will see us here," she said, leading him up to the fourth floor.
The door at the top of the stairs was locked. Ed didn't care. He stood one step below her and raised her skirt above her ass. Then he pressed his cock against her cheeks, grinding her back and forth. His hands flew across her ribs and landed on her tits. He humped her like that for a few minutes. Then she reached behind her to pull down her panties. He unzipped and pulled out his long hard cock. Just as he touched his prick against her bare ass they heard a voice downstairs at the door. "Sandy, are you up there?" The doorknob turned. Sandy pulled up her panties and raced down the steps. She went out the door just as it opened from the other side.
"Yes, Miss Ilsen. I was checking to see if the door was locked." She closed the door behind her.
Ed stuffed his stiff prick back into his pants. He almost had her, he thought. If it wasn't for that old librarian he would have fucked her good. He went down to the door, waited until it was clear, then came out.
His cock was throbbing, ready for action. He almost dipped it into her and now this had to happen. He went downstairs and found Janice. She was busily reading a Gothic novel. Ed sat next to her, picked up a book and made like he was reading it. All the while he was scanning the library for Sandy.
No sign of her.
Closing time came again. He and Janice were walking out the door when he heard Sandy's voice. "Excuse me, sir, did you drop this?" It was a pack of cigarettes. He checked his pockets. "Yeah, I did," he said. "Thanks." She handed him the cigarettes and then walked away as if she'd never seen him before.
On the way home Ed took out the cigarettes. He noticed there was a slip of paper inside the plastic wrapper. Inside the paper was a key. He had it made. He decided to look at the paper when he got home because Janice was watching him.
"Did you have fun tonight, Ed?" Janice said.
"Yeah, I really get off on the library. Too bad it took me so long to find out how relaxing it can be."
"I'm glad," Janice said. "We can do this together now, and we'll both enjoy it."
"We sure will," Ed said, and he thought of Sandy's bare ass. So close.
In the morning Janice kissed Ed goodbye. "Have a good day at work," she said. "Yeah, I will," he said, as if he could have a good time welding all day long. But today he wasn't going to weld.
Today he was going to get a taste of Sandy.
He went to a diner, ordered a cup of coffee, and had a cigarette. Then he took out the note from Sandy. It said: I work the night shift but I'm home all day. Here's my key and address. Come and see me when you can.
It drove him crazy just thinking about it. He was going to spend the day fucking a fantastic chick. He paid for his coffee, leaving a big tip for the waitress because he was in such a good mood. Then he went into the phone booth just outside the diner. His boss answered on the first ring.
"Hi, this is Ed. I won't be coming in today. Think I got a virus or something."
"Good enough Ed, hope you get better." Click.
If Sandy couldn't make him feel better, no one could.
Nine o'clock in the morning and he was horny as hell. He drove to Sandy's address. Redwood Drive. It was a small two story house in a crowded, low rent neighborhood. He rang the bell once. Nothing happened. He looked around, saw no one on the street, put the key in the lock and opened the door. He stepped inside a nicely furnished apartment. Nicely furnished for a sex maniac. The living room was all red with large plush rugs, candles all over the place, and erotic posters were tacked onto all the walls.
He went down the hallway, passed one open bedroom, and came to a door at the end. He knocked once, then opened the door.
Sandy was lying in the bed with her arms stretched over her head. Her breasts poked out of the covers. Her full, firm tits waited for him, the nicest and biggest jugs he'd ever seen. Her long red hair wasn't tied and it hung down her shoulders in long curly strands on both sides of her breasts.
Ed stared at her gorgeous tits as long as he could. Then he went over to the side of the bed and placed a hand on her right tit. A smile came to her sleeping face. Then he touched her nipple with the tip of his finger. He pushed it into her fleshy mound, put two fingers on it and gently pulled. It was erect. Now she was moaning in her sleep, soft kittenish sounds. Her mouth opened wider and she sighed. It gave him an idea. He wanted a blowjob. It'd been so long since he had one that he'd forgotten what it felt like to have warm moist lips slurping on his cock. In a few seconds he was out of his pants. He stood on the side of the bed wearing only his blue work shirt. His red throbbing cock stuck out at a crazy angle. He climbed up onto the bed, then lowered himself with one leg on either side of her until he was touching her fresh young body. His balls lightly touched her tits. With his hand he pressed the tip of his prick against her lips and nudged her. Then he slid it into her mouth.
Sandy moaned and closed her lips on his dong. Even though she was still asleep, her body responded. Her hand grabbed his cock and jerked the part that didn't fit into her mouth. He slid it deep into her throat and rested it there, just digging the feeling of her wet tongue on his prick. He supported himself on his hands and plunged it into her, sliding his cock in and out of her lips, which made loud sucking noises. He put his hands on her tits and squeezed them, pulling at her nipples while he fucked her mouth. She was a better fuck sleeping than his wife was awake.
Her moans grew louder as his stiff cock grew even more and filled her cheeks until they bulged. She stroked his cock with gentle speed and slid her head up and down his shaft, swallowing it all the way.
Then Sandy opened her eyes. She looked up at his face and her eyes grew wide with recognition. He watched her cheeks bulge and thrust it in further. "Suck me off, Sandy, suck my cock."
"Mmmra, Mmmm, Mmmmmm," she moaned as she hummed and slurped on his cock, popping it in and out of her lips. Each time he dipped it into her throat she moaned and sucked and jerked.
Then he went rigid. Every muscle in his lean body went tight and his cock throbbed like it hadn't in years. He plunged it into her mouth all the way and shot a hot creamy load down her throat, spurt after spurt, fucking her lips until she was full and the cum dripped out of her mouth. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and the white liquid poured down her chin. Then he sank it back in and spurted a few more silvery drops. She jerked on his cock until it was soft and empty.
He pulled it out of her mouth. She swallowed his cum and laughed. "You have a nice way of saying hello."
He grunted and laid down beside her.
"To tell you the truth," she said, "I didn't think you were going to show up. Being married and all."
He squeezed her tit. "With a body like yours, nothing could keep me away."
"Thanks," she said. She sat up in bed, threw off the covers, and peeled her panties down her legs. She spread wide and grabbed his head, pushing it down to her stomach. Ed licked her stomach and then buried his face in her skin, moving lower and lower until his mouth was right on her cunt. He clamped his hands on her ass as she lifted her hips, thrusting her pussy in his face.
He stuck his tongue out and swirled it around her clit. Sandy rolled her hips in response, and tightened her grasp on his head. Then he stuck his tongue in her wet damp cunt. The scent of her pussy juice drove him crazy. He sucked and licked her cunt with everything he had. His fingers rolled down to her clit and poked inside the deep walls of her cunt, finger fucking her, licking her, sucking her.
She squirmed in the bed, lifting her hips up and down, sliding her clit across his sandpaper tongue. Then she started bucking as he lapped her, making drooling and sucking noises with his mouth. She raised her ass off the bed and cried out in joy, spilling her sweet cum juice onto his tongue. Sandy came forever, moaning and bucking. He licked her until she stopped moving. Drained, she sighed and closed her eyes again.
Ed moved back up next to her. He reached over to a bedside table and picked up a cigarette. He couldn't believe it. Finally, after all this time, he was in bed with another woman besides his wife. And what a woman. What a fucking beautiful woman.
After he put out the cigarette he went back to sleep, savoring the taste of sweet young cunt in his mouth. So easy, he thought just before he went under.