Chapter 3

When Sally and Tom arrived at the party, things were well under way. They slipped in unnoticed by the crowd. The warm satisfaction of having fucked recently was still with them, and they weren't really in a party mood. They went to the bar and grabbed a few drinks. They looked around the sea of familiar faces. The loud conversation assaulted their ears.

Sally began talking with a few of the women, and Tom wandered around. He said hello to some friends, but he didn't feel like getting into any conversations. The drink hadn't started loosening him up yet, so he was keeping a low profile. As he glided around, he saw a woman whom he'd never seen before. She was a sexy bitch, and despite the recent fuck he'd had with his wife, his old instincts led him to her side.

She was wearing a slinky gown that showed off her ripe tits. Her jet black hair was scattered around her shoulders, and her eyes flashed as she looked around the room. She was sitting comfortably on a couch. Tom sat down beside her.

"Hi," she said, lifting her eyebrows as if she liked what she saw.

"You're a new face," he said as he stared down at her overflowing jugs.

"Yeah, I'm Bob's cousin from Frisco. I haven't been here in years."

Tom wasn't used to flirting with chicks, but she was making it easy for him. Tom introduced himself. She said her name was Jane.

"Do you always look a girl right in the tits like that?" she asked.

At first, Tom was embarrassed, but when he saw the warm smile she was wearing, he relaxed.

"I couldn't help it," he said. "There seems to be something about your body that attracts my eyes."

"Is that all that's being attracted?"

Tom was amazed. Chicks hadn't acted like that when he was single, unfortunately.

"In a crowded room, yes," he said.

"I think I'll take a stroll," Jane said, and looked at him with an invitation in her eyes.

She slinked out of the room, throwing Tom a few glances over her shoulder. He looked for Sally. She seemed to be busy with a group of wives. Tom was getting excited. This sort of thing hadn't happened to him in a long time, and he didn't meet chicks like Jane every day. He got up and went after her.

Tom walked out of the room, but there was no trace of Jane. A stairway led both up and down. As he was making up his mind, Carol, the hostess, came along and asked him how he was enjoying the party. They chatted for a few minutes before she drifted on. Carol and her husband, Bob, were some of Tom's and Sally's best friends. If one of them saw him with Jane, it would mean trouble for him. He almost decided to skip the whole thing, but then the memory of her tits pouring over her gown came back to him, and he ran down the stairs looking for her. He didn't think she'd be upstairs, there were only bedrooms up there, but there was a comfortable den in the basement.

It was a good choice. Jane was sitting on a couch. She seemed to like couches, Tom thought. He went over to her and sat down. Jane turned toward him and leaned his way. She and Tom embraced and Jane thrust her tongue into his mouth. It was incredible to Tom that he was suddenly kissing her there, where his wife could walk in at any minute.

Tom could feel that he had sized up her body pretty well. With his arms around her and her heavy tits pressed against his chest, the full glory of her figure revealed itself to him. It was more exciting than he ever thought possible to feel another woman's body after being married for so many years. His cock was full and hard as it pressed desperately against Jane's thigh. He could feel it pulsing with his pounding heart and was sure she could feel it too.

His hand slid up her side until it touched one of those globes he'd been admiring. Jane's tits were much bigger than Sally's. He cupped the huge jug and slowly squeezed. The feel of her tit oozing through his fingers made him eager for more of her. His hand crept into the opening at the top of her gown. When he felt the warm smoothness of her skin, he realized what it meant to be with a strange woman.

Tom cupped her tit and lifted it toward his mouth as he lowered his head and kissed the nipple. It was an enormous circle of pink flesh, and as he kissed it, he could feel it become erect under his lips.

Jane, began to fondle with his belt buckle. Her fingers clutched nervously as he helped her unfasten his pants. When she pulled the zipper down the huge bulge in his underpants sprang out at her. She pulled his shorts down and stared at the stiff piece of meat. Taking his cock in both hands, Jane ran her fingers up and down the full length of the shaft and caressed the spongy head. Her head tilted back slightly and Tom could tell that she wanted him to kiss her again. As he kissed her, she kept one hand on his shaft and cupped his balls in the other. Their tongues licked hungrily at each other.

Her body started to sink and slide down his. Soon she was on her knees in front of him; face to face with his prick. Bringing her open mouth forward, she took the cock into the hot furnace and closed her lips around it. Her mouth was filled with saliva and she began to bathe his tool with vigorous movements of her tongue. Tom closed his eyes tightly. Any worries he had about being discovered were forgotten in the passion of this fantastic blow-job. All that mattered to him at the moment was the intense pleasure her mouth inflicted on his prick.

As she sucked, Jane kept his nuts in her hand and played with them. She would gently lift them and then lower them again as if she were weighing them. Then she closed her hand around them until it almost hurt. The way she handled his balls added an exciting dimension to her cock-sucking and Tom appreciated her every move. She was taking her time with him. He felt the tip of her tongue circle his cock-head, then tickle the underside of it.

She worked on him for quite a while before he began to feel the powerful sensations of an approaching climax. He wanted to thrust his lance down her throat and pump, but he let her do the work. It was clear that she knew what she was doing and Tom trusted her to give him a good orgasm when she was ready. As she continued tonguing him, she released his balls and wrapped her hands around his hips. Her fingertips ran up and down the crack of his ass. Tom's body began to quiver slightly at her light touch.

Tom had to lean back against the arm of the couch. Jane began to move her head back and forth on his prick. Looking down, Tom could see his rod sliding in and out of her mouth. She was taking it deep into her throat and then backing her head away until the fat head laid on her tongue. Tom put his hands lightly on the sides of her head. Jane slowly increased the speed of her head-thrusts and began to hold his plunging prick tighter in her mouth. Her teeth grazed the high ridge that collared his cock-head, increasing his pleasure.

"Oh, baby, where did you learn to suck like that? Ohhh."

"Mmmmmm," she purred.

Her head was moving faster and Tom began to feel the first pangs of an orgasm. Jane heard his breathing deepen and speed up until he was panting. She knew he was close to coming and she grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand while the fingers of the other hand crept deeper between his asscheeks.

Jane's finger wiggled to his asshole and struggled to get into the tight ring. She managed to get it in just as she felt the rush of sperm in his cock. Her finger pressed his prostate gland to give the load a little push.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm c-c-coming! Uh, uh, ahhhhhhh!" Tom gasped as the first spurts entered Jane's sucking mouth.

As her mouth filled with the thick fluid, she tried to keep her lips sealed around his prick so she wouldn't drool his cum on her gown. It began to drool out the side of her mouth and she had to wipe it away with her hand before it fell from her chin. When he stopped shooting, she held his cock in her mouth until she cleaned it of its cream. She swallowed the mouthful, feeling it slide slowly down her throat. When she finally released him, Tom was gasping for breath and as limp as his spent prick. His head began to clear and the danger of Sally walking in occurred to him. He hurriedly pulled up his pants.

"You're delicious," she told him.

"And you have the most talented mouth I've ever seen," he said.

They went upstairs, Tom first, Jane followed at a discreet interval. Sally spotted Tom and came over to him. She asked him where he had been. He said he was hiding out because he had a headache. They said their good-byes and left. On the way home, they were both quiet. Sally was suspicious and Tom was worried that she was going to find out where he really had been, but he couldn't help wondering how long Jane was going to be in town.