Chapter 9
Tom hadn't forgotten Jane. That blow-job she'd given him stuck in his mind and made him long for more of that woman's talents. He knew that he was taking a chance with his marriage, but he tried not to let that scare him; Jane was just too good to forget about.
He called her and convinced her to meet him for lunch at a restaurant in a motel across town. When she agreed to meet him, Tom's cock got stiff and didn't shrivel for hours. Their date was for the next day and when Tom fucked his wife that night, he was so preoccupied thinking about Jane that he didn't even notice Sally's new enthusiasm. And Sally was so wrapped up in her new lust that she didn't notice Tom's excitement when he left for work the next morning.
Tom couldn't think of anything but lunch all morning. He knew that he was building up the woman in his mind so much that she might finally be a disappointment, but he didn't really think that was possible; not with Jane-she was such a dynamite chick that he couldn't exaggerate her skill if he tried.
When lunch time rolled around, Tom got into his car and sped to the motel. He was practically running when he entered the restaurant, looking all around for Jane. She wasn't there, so Tom took a table for two and waited. He had a martini while he waited, and hoped that she wouldn't stand him up.
Finally, after looking up every time he heard someone walk in, he saw Jane swaying her hips as she walked toward him. As soon as he saw her, he got hard again. Her tits seemed to be pointing right at his face as she came to the table and said hello.
They ordered lunch and a drink. Tom tried not to keep staring at the boobs that were sticking out over the table.
"Did Sally tell you that I ran into her the other day?"
"No, she didn't." Tom was surprised to hear that they had met, and he wondered why Sally hadn't mentioned it.
"I was at your house. Sally showed me her garden. You have a lovely home."
Tom thanked her for the compliment, but he was disturbed by the news. He tried to put it out of his mind as he began thinking about Jane again.
They ate and made small talk, but as soon as lunch was over, Tom reached over and put his hand on Jane's. She gave him a warm smile.
"Does Sally make it with other people, too?" Jane asked.
Tom said he didn't think so. He hoped she wasn't going to give him a hard time. In an attempt to get the conversation on the right track, Tom told her how much fun he'd had at the party where he'd met her. Jane didn't seem to be responding to him, and Tom began to worry. She was a strange woman, and he wouldn't have been surprised to find that she was a tease as well as a great fucker.
"How would you like to have an afternoon fuck?" he finally said.
"I thought you'd never ask," she answered. "Why don't you get a room?"
Tom jumped up like a kid who'd been waiting for class to be dismissed. When he got back, he dangled a key in front of her, and they left the dining room. Tom's prick was growing again and he had a hard time walking up the stairs to their room.
When he swung the door open, the double bed was the first thing to catch their attention. Janf passed him, wiggling her ass lasciviously. Tom was so eager that he was almost coming on like a teenager.
"I like Sally and Chuck, too. You're lucky to have such a nice family," Jane said.
"Thanks," Tom said. He thought it was strange that she was talking about his family at a time like that.
"Too bad you didn't bring Chuck along. I'd love to get my hands on him."
"Well, I'll have to do for now. Chuck's not here, but I'm sure he'd love to get his hands on you too," Tom said.
Tom wanted to get things under way. He didn't like to hear about his family while he was shacking up with another woman in a motel. He went to Jane and took her in his arms, pulled her against him and kissed her. She instantly became a tiger, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and biting his lips. Her big tits flattened against him.
Jane suddenly stepped back and Tom was afraid she was going to start talking about his family again, but she only raised her hand to the button under her chin and began undressing. She tossed her blouse over a chair. Tom stared at her tits. Her bra could hardly contain them. When Jane reached behind her to unfasten the bra, Tom held his breath in suspense. The garment fell away from her boobs and her tits sagged in a sensual curve. They were obviously very heavy and Tom imagined how they would feel in his hand.
Tom had fallen behind in the race to strip, so he hurriedly threw his shirt off and started fumbling with his belt.
Jane dropped her skirt to the floor and, stepping out of it, pulled down her bikini undies.
The idea that this was a woman he had known for only a few weeks and was now about to fuck, gave Tom a rush of excitement. It was as if he were fulfilling his role as a successful stud. He felt virile and powerful. As he pulled off his pants and bared his full, stiff cock, he noticed that Jane seemed as pleased with his body as he was with hers.
They hopped into bed from either side and came together in the middle under the covers. As soon as Tom put his arms around her, the heavy mass of her body reminded him again that he was conquering a new and luscious chick. He put his hand on her hip and was thrilled by the difference between her well-padded hip and his wife's rather bony pelvis.
Jane ran her hand up and down the side of Tom's body. He didn't know if she had a nicer touch than Sally or if he was reacting to the novelty of it, but it thrilled him as Sally's touch hadn't in a long time. Their mouths came together in a passionate kiss and the taste of Jane's saliva reminded Tom of that terrific blow-job he got from her. He hoped she could equal that performance again. Filling his hand with tit and squeezing tightly made Tom want to curl up between those plaint mounds and luxuriate in their
heat. As he continued kissing her, his fingers kneaded her tits.
Tom's hard prick pressed into the softness of Jane's stomach and it felt as if it were making quite a dent in the impressionable padding of her belly, unlike the way it leaned against the solid wall of Sally's stomach.
Jane's body was radiating the pungent muskiness that she seemed to wear as an aura. The fragrance filled Tom's head and added to his passion. They were both beginning to glisten with the sweat of sexual heat.
Jane was becoming wilder as she sucked Tom's tongue into her mouth. Her head was flailing from side to side and her breathing was becoming harsh and ragged. Tom was in a vise-grip of soft voluptuousness and thrilling with every separate sensation it provided. Tom hated to release her tit, but he was eager to explore the rest of her body.
He moved his hand along the smoothness of the side of her body. It dropped into the hollow of her waist and then rose up the slope to the summit of her hip. From there it was downhill to the crevice that split her round, full ass. It figured, Tom thought, as he discovered that her ass had the same sponginess as her tits. With his fingertips in the crack, he tightened his hand around the slack flesh of that ass-cheek. Pushing the cheek aside, Tom shoved his probing middle finger to her asshole.
His finger crawled toward the entrance to her bum, but rather than penetrate it, he merely stroked the inch of sealed asshole.
Jane purred at his touch, telling him that she would welcome his attention on her ass whenever he was ready for it. Tom lifted his hand back to the side of her hip and pushed her over on her back.
The mound of her snatch was waiting for Tom's touch and it didn't have to wait long. He covered the hairy triangle with his palm and rubbed softly. Jane's thighs spread automatically, leaving her box open and ready for examination. As the full and fleshy tights separated, Tom thought he could feel moisture on his fingers. Curling his middle finger into the well-lubricated lips, Tom was surprised to find that she had a small, tight cunt. As he felt his way into the canal, he realized that her pussy was tighter than Sally's, and he was looking forward to fucking it.
"You have a beautiful cunt, sweetie," he murmured into her ear.
"Just wait until you get into it," Jane said. "I think you're going to like it. Most men do."
Tom stuck a second finger up her snatch and wiggled them both around. Her cunt gripped the fingers firmly. She lifted her knees slightly and spread her thighs wider. Tom, in response, shoved his fingers farther up that oozing chamber. While he probed her pussy, Jane grabbed his cock and caressed it. After playing with his prick for a while, she pulled him on top of her.
Tom was ready and was soon guiding his cock toward her cunt. He tried to reach around her hip to her crotch to spread her lips and guide his shaft in. Her pussy was so juicy and the lips were so bloated with lust that his fat cock slid in easily.
When he got in, he realized how tight she really was. Her cunt fit him like a sock. Even with the copious fluid that was drooling from the cave, there was a lot of friction between his plunging tool and the walls within her snatch. Tom lifted and dropped his hips slowly with long strokes. Jane caught the rhythm and moved sensuously under him.
When they speeded up the tempo, Tom had a very thrilling surprise. As they began to pant in ecstasy, Tom felt Jane's cunt tightening around him with every stroke. He thrust his cock home, and as he withdrew, she would grip his shaft, increasing the sensation ten times. Jane was managing to give him the best feelings that he'd ever experienced from a fuck, a blow-job or his own hand.
He wasn't the only one having fun. His ears were full of the sounds of her desperate animal moans. Tom lifted his upper torso so he could look down at Jane's face. As he suspected, it was twisted in a grimace of extreme rapture. Jane opened her eyes, too, to see the passion etched on his features and Tom tried to smile his approval of her. The ecstatic tension was mounting in him though, and he couldn't support himself with his arms. He collapsed on top of Jane as his prick burst with spewing jism. His whole body began to convulse in spasms of pleasure.
Jane was coming, too, and she clawed his- back and flailed the air with her kicking feet. Tom didn't think he could take much more of that tight cunt without losing his mind, but Jane kept bucking under him. Tom's body went limp and Jane collapsed in exhaustion.
When Tom caught his breath, he said, "That was the best, baby. The best fuck I ever had."
"You should catch me on one of my good days," she said. "You were great, too."
As they got dressed, Tom suggested that they get together again soon.
"I don't know. I think I'll see if I can lure your son into bed next."
Tom smiled, but he realized that she wasn't kidding. Well, why not? If she wanted to break Chuck into the world of fucking, it was all right with him.
They went down to the parking lot together and Tom asked her again if she would see him soon. She told him to call, and said goodbye. Tom stood there and watched her ass as she walked to her car. She was an obviously independent bitch, but, boy, she could throw a fabulous fuck, Tom thought as he watched her drive away.
On his way back to work, Tom thought about what Jane had said about Chuck and Sally. It made him think about his son and wonder if the kid was getting anything. He didn't want to think about the possibilities of Sally's getting anything on the side, but Jane had made him uneasy.