Chapter 2
Two days after picking up that teenage boy and sucking him off, Susan still felt no guilt. It was the second cock she had ever had inside her mouth.
And she had loved it, loved every minute of it.
She experienced no sense of unfaithfulness to Raymond. She had not really given anything of his away. She had only loaned it, she felt, justifying what she had done. Besides, she had long suspected Raymond of messing with his secretary. Susan had no proof of this, of course, but she had been in his office a number of times and had seen the beautiful piece of ass he called his secretary.
Ann Robertson was more than his secretary, Susan thought. For one thing, Ann wore dresses and skirts that revealed a great deal more than they concealed. She was a lovely woman of twenty-five, blonde and curved in all the right places. She radiated sexuality from every pore of her body, and Susan felt no man, not even her husband, could resist such a female.
Maybe that was the restlessness she had detected in her husband. Maybe he was fucking that cute piece in his office and was feeling guilty about it. Susan thought of her feelings concerning that, and as usual, she felt no jealousy. She had never been a jealous woman, and she couldn't work up jealousy if her husband was fucking someone else. Love and fucking were two things in her mind. They could be separated without difficulty. If Raymond no longer loved her, then Susan felt she would have a hard time coping. But he still showed his love for her in all the ways possible.
And she knew that she loved her husband as much as always, despite sucking the teenage boy off in her car. That had been pure sex, hot desire to suck his cock, nothing more and nothing less.
The same night after sucking off that unknown teenage boy, she and Raymond had fucked wildly. She had been hotter than she had in a long time, much to the pleased surprise of Raymond. After they had fucked, Susan spent almost a full hour loving his cock and balls with her mouth and tongue.
It was Friday noon, and she felt that restless feeling come over her again. She felt the need to drive the small car again, to see if she could find another acceptable male hitchhiking along the highway. No one would ever know about it, she felt. It was something that she felt compelled to do, some secret part of her life that no one knew about.
She showered and dressed in a revealing summer frock, then discovered she had no ready cash. It didn't matter; she could go to Raymond's office and get some money. She could, of course, cash a check, but she didn't need much, only some for gas. Susan didn't like cashing checks for small amounts of money.
She parked the car in front of the office building and got out. As she stepped to the sidewalk, some men repairing the street paused to look at her. She smiled to herself, knowing the desire in their eyes. It pleased her to have men look upon her with desire, made her feel like a younger woman, not a mother of two teenage children.
She took the elevator to the fourth floor where Raymond had his CPA office. He was successful enough to employ another CPA and Ann. When she entered the outer office, she noticed Ann was not at her desk. For a moment she wondered, then realized she was probably at lunch. She went directly to Raymond's office door, and just as she started to knock on it, she heard the sounds. She leaned close and heard muffled words.
" ... someday, maybe," she heard Raymond say.
"You know I love it," Ann said, her voice heard clearly through the door. "I can't ever get enough cock, darling. And in particular, this big cock of yours."
"You know I would never leave Susan," Raymond said.
"And I wouldn't expect you to, darling," Ann replied. "You love her too much, I know. I would never want you to leave her. She's a lovely, amazing woman. She's perfect for you."
"As long as we understand each other," Raymond said.
"Darling," Ann replied, "I have no intention of ever marrying. I love sex, and I love this cock of yours very much. But I'm not the sort of girl to stay with one man. I want a variety of cock, as I've told you many times. No, this girl wants to fuck every man in town. I've got a hot cunt that starves for cock, all cocks.
"You're a pretty good cock-sucker, too," he laughed.
"That's because I love sucking it," Ann replied.
Susan stood and listened, amazed that she did not feel anger. She did not want to burst into the office, screaming and fighting and clawing. Raymond was a horny man, and as long as he never deprived her of cock, she didn't mind him and Ann enjoying themselves. She knew without a doubt now that he was fucking his secretary. This was the first real proof of it, and she was almost glad to know.
Silently, she left the office, drove to the bank, and cashed a small check. Then she had the tank filled on her car. She looked the young service station attendant over carefully, finding him attractive in a rough way. He was greasy from working on a car in one of the stalls, and oddly enough this appealed to her. Susan had been raised in a well-to-do family, and she was well-to-do now. She had never had much social contact with so-called laborers, but they had always attracted her for some reason.
Once she had the tank filled, she pulled out and headed toward the highway again, thinking there might be a man there, his thumb out. It pleased her to think of a man's surprise at being picked up by her, getting fucked or sucked. It would give him something to talk about to his friends, something he would remember for a long time afterward. She was sure that young boy retold how she had sucked off his cock.
As before, it was a very warm day. As she drove, she tried to imagine the scene in her husband's office--of Ann sprawled on that big leather couch, skirt hiked to her waist, long legs wide apart, hairy pussy revealed. She pictured Raymond between them, his large cock hard and ready, penetrating Ann's hairy cunt. The image sent a shiver of desire through her, and she pressed her hand into her pussy, moaning with pleasure.
Susan drove the highway, watching for a hitchhiker, and her disappointment was great when she found none. She drove the entire twenty-five miles to the small town down the highway without seeing anyone on the road.
Turning to start back home, she passed a small motel at the edge of town. Working in the shrubbery was a young man, naked from the waist up. There was something appealing about him, and not thinking about what she was doing, Susan wheeled into the motel and stopped at the office. She registered for one night, paying by check.
The room she was given faced the front, where the young man was working. Susan parked the small car and started to get out. She noticed the man watching her. As she stepped from the car, she deliberately moved slowly, letting her legs widen. She noticed the expression on the man's face, and she knew he had seen what she had intended him to see. He had a perfect view between her legs, right to the crotch of her tight panties.
Entering the room, she left the door open, using only the screen door. She noticed the bed was in line with the door, and the man could see in. Feeling excitement rumbling through her, Susan stretched out on the bed, leaning against the headboard. She watched the man work, drawing her knees up. Now and then the man would turn and look toward her door, but Susan doubted he could see inside.
She got up and opened the screen door wide, bracing it. Then she returned to the bed and positioned herself once again. She drew her knees up so the skirt fell back, exposing her thighs. If the man should come near and look inside, he would be able to see the backs of her thighs, the crotch of her panties, her pussy pooching out, and the creamy flesh of her asscheeks. No man could resist that invitation, she felt.
She waited, her excitement increasing as she watched the man work. Her pussy bubbled and throbbed, her tits swelling until they almost hurt.
Finally, the man dropped his gardening equipment and started toward her room. Susan's breath almost stopped as she waited. She saw him pause momentarily. Then he stepped to one side and she heard the soft drink machine making noises.
The man came into view, drinking a coke. He glanced in at her and Susan smiled. The man paused, the coke halfway to his mouth again, looking in at her.
"Would you bring me one?" she asked softly, moving her knees from side to side. "I'd love a coke, too."
The man grinned, and she heard him at the machine. Then he was at the door, holding her coke. His eyes moved over her body boldly, stopping as he gazed at her exposed thighs and ass. With a wide grin, he entered and handed her the soft drink.
"Hot, isn't it?" he said.
Susan smiled at him, seeing that he was much younger than she had thought at first. Eighteen, nineteen at the most. That was good, she thought. His arms and chest were muscular, gleaming with sweat. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking at her long, creamy thighs. Then, quite deliberately, he sat on the bed, positioned so he could look at her thighs and revealed ass. He reached out and stroked her thigh, sending shivers of delight running through Susan's body.
"It is hot," she replied. "In more ways than one."
"I know what you mean," he grinned, fingering the curve of her pooching cunt.
Susan let her legs fall apart, giving him total access to her snatch. She pulled her skirt to her waist, and held his hand against her pussy. She writhed her ass on the bed, moaning softly. "Come down here with me," she urged, holding her arm up to him.
The man lay beside her. His strong arms went about heat body, hugging her tightly as her lips pressed against his. She could smell the scent of him, and her emotions went high. She moaned against his mouth as his tongue stabbed between her lips.
As the kiss broke, Susan whimpered, "I need you. I need you badly! Quickly, take your pants off! Ooohhhh, I need it so much!"
The young man laughed as he shoved his pants down to his feet. His cock reared upright, straining in readiness. Susan looked down, seeing his long prick and hairy balls. She grabbed them in both hands, jacking him with a tight fist as her other hand cradled his balls, pulling and rolling them in her hot palm.
"You're beautiful!" she squealed as she pumped on his cock. "You have a beautiful hard cock! Ohhh, this is going to be great!"
Susan quickly stripped her bikini panties from her body, dropping them to the floor. She opened her blouse top to expose her shapely tits. The man cupped one and began to suck it, his tongue licking. Susan whimpered, her ass twitching as she caressed his solid cock and balls.
"I like that," she whispered huskily. "I love to have my tits sucked. Ooooo, lick my titties, darling! Suck my nipples! Ahhh, it makes my pussy boil!"
Without warning, Susan threw her leg over him, then she was on her knees, straddling his thighs. She still gripped his cock tightly. The man looked down at her bushy cunt, seeing the gleaming tip of her clit, the puffy lips, the moisture there. Susan inched upward, brushing his cock against the lips of her steaming cunt, gurgling with pleasure as she tried to peer down.
"This is for you, darling," she whispered. "I want you to just lie still ... lie still and let me do it all. I'm going to fuck you, mister. You don't even have to move, not a wiggle! This fuck is all mine!"
Susan hovered her boiling pussy on the head of his throbbing cock, then she lowered herself slowly, feeling her pussy stretching to take the thickness of his prick. She paused with just the swollen head inside her twat, savoring the delicious sensation. Then she lowered her hips, sinking all the way down on him until her pussy was filled with hard prick. She settled there for a long moment, .her head thrown back and eyes closed, her expression that of total, intense ecstasy.
Then she began to move her hips, sliding up and down on him, feeling his balls brushing the cheeks of her ass, his cock-hair tickling her, mingling with her cunt-hair. She felt his prick scrape her clit and she shuddered, her body going tight.
"Ohhh, God!" she squealed. "I'm coming ... already! Ohhh, don't move! Let me come! Oohhh ... ahhhh! So fucking good!"
Susan grabbed her tits and dug her fingers into them, her nipples swelling out past her fingers. She bit into her bottom lip as she came, her body shaking with the ecstasy that flowed like electric shocks through her cunt.
As her orgasm began to recede, she started to move her hips again, pumping slowly up and down on his cock. She used the muscles of her thighs to pump, still holding tightly to her tits with both hands. She opened her eyes and looked into the face of the boy beneath her. It was obvious he was enjoying this. His wide smile and glowing eyes told her that. His chest still gleamed with sweat and there was a smudge of dirt along his left cheek. This aroused Susan intensely, and she began to ride his cock vigorously. She leaned forward, a hand on each side of him now, and pumped her ass up and down swiftly.
"Great!" the young man grunted. "Ride it, lady!"
"I'll ride it!" she groaned, her face tense with effort and ecstasy. "I'll ride this fucking cock of yours until it melts! I'll fuck you until you can't walk! I'll fuck this hard cock off you! Your balls will be sore for a fucking week!"
His hands gripped her thighs, up close to her pussy, leaving traces of dirt on her flesh. But he remained still as she asked, mostly because he was unable to work with her. She was pounding him hard now, her cunt sliding up and down his thick cock with growing heat. The moist slap of her ass coming down on his balls filled the room, and they began to moan together.
Susan's body began shaking again.
"Ooooo! Ahhhhh ... ohhhhh!" she mewled as ecstasy began to flood her body for the second time. She whimpered and mewled loudly, her ass swinging about, bouncing energetically up and down. She could feel the rubbing of his cock against her swollen clit, and her tits were becoming very hard, the way they always did just before she came. Her whole body felt hot, hotter than ever. Her mind reeled with passion, her lips bitten between her teeth.
"I'm ready!" the young man groaned through clenched teeth. "I'm ready! Ohh, I'm going to come! I can't hold it back any longer!"
"Come!" Susan shouted. "Oh, God, come! Oooohhh, yes, yes! Come! Come! Come!"
She ground her cunt hard against him, his cock as deep as possible in her twat. She thought it was getting larger, thicker, longer, and then she felt it. His prick jerked and the warmth of his cum filled her snatch. It began spurting into her, and sent her body into tremors of orgasm. She thrashed about as she came, squealing deliriously. She ground hard into him as she came, meeting his spewing cock with brutal downward strokes of her crotch.
At last she slumped down, sprawling atop his still body. His cock was gripped inside her cunt, and she felt her muscles relax. As they struggled to breathe, the young man fondled her trembling, naked ass in his strong hands, gripping the cheeks and squeezing them. Susan glowed from the pleasure that still filled her.
Finally she stirred, sitting up on the side of the bed. The man looked at her, grinning widely. "You're a good fuck, lady," he said.
"I try," she replied, stroking his balls fondly. "I try to be a good fuck."
"Tired of the husband, huh?"
Anger suddenly flared inside Susan. She pulled her hand away from his balls. "That isn't any of your business. My personal life has nothing to do with this."
"Hey, don't get mad," he said, caressing her thigh. "I was only making conversation."
"Don't," she snapped. "A fuck is one thing, but I don't want questions."
"Okay, okay," he said, getting up and pulling his pants up. "I just wanted to be friendly, that's all."
She watched him leave the room, and then she got up and closed the door. She removed her clothing and showered, hating to put her clothes back on. She always dressed in fresh clothing after a shower, but there was nothing else to do. She had no other clothing with her. Stopping at this motel had been an impulse, an impulse that came over her when she had seen the boy working there.
When she left the motel, the young man called after her: "Come back soon, lady. We aim to please."
"Fuck you!" she shouted, tossing him her middle finger.
On the drive home, Susan wondered why she had become so angry with the boy. He was, as he said, only being friendly. It wasn't like her to be angry with anyone, not like that.
It puzzled her.
When she arrived home, Paul and Tracy had returned from school. They were in the pool, swimming about and playing happily. She stood at the back window of the family room and watched them for a while, then went upstairs to her bedroom where she stripped and showered again, changing into a skirt and blouse.
She prepared dinner, but when it was ready, Raymond had still not come home. He seldom worked late, and when he did, he always called. This time he had not even called her. Susan worried. And as she worried, she found herself becoming jealous. It was a strange feeling to her, a woman who never before had been jealous. She began to imagine he was with Ann, his secretary.
After what she had discovered today, she knew he was with Ann, and they were probably shacked up in some motel together, or still in his office, fucking crazily. She didn't understand her feelings, her jealousy. Earlier, it had excited her to know that Raymond was fucking the lovely Ann, made her deliciously hot. Now, she was angered and jealous.
She was so jumpy, Paul and Tracy stayed out of her way, sensing her anger.
When midnight arrived and Raymond still had not come home, she called his office. The phone rang for a long time before she hung up.
At two in the morning, she heard Raymond entering the bedroom. She pretended to sleep, her back to him. But inside she was seething, not wanting to be touched at all.