Chapter 4
Joanne twisted slowly about the bed. The brunette stretched deliciously, feeling the soft sheets against her naked body. She sat up suddenly, confused. She shook her head as she watched the brilliant sunshine play across the room from her window. Her body still glowed warmly, as if a lover's hand had only just ceased its caresses.
The woman smiled softly as she collected her thoughts and memories. No, she was not in the Charles Town motel. This was her own bedroom. This was her own bed. She patted her tits affectionately. Damn it, they should feel good. They'd been loved three times since she and Betty left the country club yesterday. Even Bob had gotten in his share of tit petting.
She blinked her eyes rapidly. Bob? Bob had fucked her? Right! After sucking with Betty and fucking with Charlie she'd come home and gotten the first decent fuck out of her husband in years. She was not sure how it happened. The brunette slipped from the bed and looked at her image in the mirror. That was probably the reason, she decided. That was it! The two previous fucks had left her body so soft and glowing that even Bob had been aroused. Well, she would accept that. She wouldn't think over the possibility that he had fucked her because his blonde assistant had been on the rag or something.
Even remaining in Charles Town for another good fuck with Charlie had still let her get home before Bob. She'd taken a shower and was selecting a nightgown when Bob came home. He walked through the door and stood, staring at her softly glowing body.
"Damn, but you look good," he breathed, and began to remove his clothes.
She could hear him panting as he hurriedly stripped, then walked to her and lifted her from the floor. He held her lightly in his arms and buried his face into her tits. Joanne was surprised that so much response was left in her. Her breasts heaved rapidly in growing excitement as Bob kissed and sucked them. She leaned into him as he carried her to the bed and dropped her. His big, firm body came onto her immediately. He grabbed her tits. His cock drove between her thighs and forced its way into her pussy.
"Damn, woman," he muttered. "You still get me harder than any other cunt around."
He dropped his hands and caught her by the ass. His big hands held her rump in the air as he rammed his cock into her and began to pump deeply. Finally he slipped a pillow beneath her ass and got his hands back on her tits. The previous sexual play made Joanne more responsive to her husband. She felt her body respond to his rough play with her. She felt his cock trembling and pulsing inside her even as her own body shared the sudden excitement.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as he twisted her about, trying to drive his pecker deeper into her happy pussy.
Her spasms came more and more rapidly. Her ass hunched up to him. She thrust her tits wildly at his roving hands and pulled his face to hers. She ran her tongue hungrily into his mouth and sucked his breath from him with insane delight. Joanne pictured herself raping Bob as she plunged her ecstatic tongue into his mouth. She'd show him. She'd let her tongue match the wild, driving action of his prick.
"Uhhhh," he panted as she wrapped her legs about his body and rode with him in wanton abandon. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Their climax came quickly, hungrily, violently. Joanne felt the sparks of orgasmic fire ignite her pussy. She thrashed passionately under the hard, driving fuck. The big cock made loud slurping sounds as it drove into her. Her cunt's suction caused an occasional popping as Bob broke the suction when he drew the prick back for another thrust. They trembled together and grasped each other's bodies in erotic delirium.
"Ahhhhhh!" Bob panted as his cock unloaded its pent-up load. "Ahhhhh!"
"Mmmmmm," Joanne answered. "Oooooooo!"
Her cunt answered the wild charge with its own orgasm. Their juices merged. Their cum united. They seemed to rise from the bed and fuck in midair, they were so carried away in the final wild explosions. They shook through the last set of spasms, then fell limply onto the bed.
"I don't know what brought that on," Bob finally told his wife. "But I'm all for it. In all these years, that was the first time I felt that you wanted to be fucked."
Joanne lay quietly as his hand caressed her burning tits. Now she knew something about fucking Bob. If she was going to satisfy the big hulk of a man she was married to, she'd just have to get in a few good fucks as a prelude. Then she'd be able to meet his rapid-fire fucking.
The thought gave her a start. She frowned, then looked over at the contented expression on his face. Was it, she wondered, worth saving? Was their marriage good enough that she should go to the effort to find a constant string of lovers, just to keep her heated up for Bob?
The brunette laughed as she watched her body in the mirror. She'd heard that a few good lovers were good for a marriage. Until now she had not comprehended that. Her body tingled at the thought. She stepped into the line of the sunlight and basked a moment in the warmth. She felt good. She felt damn good!
Joanne reached the phone as it rang for the third time. The bouncing lilt of Betty's voice came through to her. Her friend was all set to recount the evening's activities. The litle brunette was not ready for Betty, not today. The tall redhead usually called on the morning after. That damn Betty even kept count of the number of times a man hunched his cock into her. This morning she was raving about how adept Russ had been.
Joanne shuddered as she talked. The brutality with which Russ fucked the red-haired woman may have been exciting to Betty. It disgusted Joanne. She may have just decided to get in as many fucks as she could, but not with an animal like Russ. No way!
"My pussy still aches from the balling he gave me," Betty bragged excitedly. "I never got such a wild hunk of cock in my life."
"Look," Joanne suggested, "I just got up and I have a million errands. Let me call you later on."
It was a lie, but the brunette simply did not want to listen to Betty. She didn't want to spoil her fresh decision with hearing all the gory details of Betty's fuck.
"All right," the redhead answered. "But I just wanted to tell you that Russ had awfully hot balls for you."
"He can just keep them" Joanne answered. "He's not my type."
"That doesn't bother Russ," her friend laughed. "He kept talking about what he'd like to do with you. He thinks you should have the ass raped off you."
"He can go to hell!" Joanne hissed over the phone. "I wouldn't let him get close enough to smell my fart!"
"O.K., O.K.," Betty laughed. "You don't know what you're missing, but have it your way. Call me back when you get a chance. Better yet, slip over this afternoon if you can. I'll fix us a few drinks and we can reminisce. Either that or well plan our next outing."
The brunette hung up the phone and took a quick shower. The doorbell was ringing as she stepped back into her bedroom. Joanne waited, listening for one of the kids to answer the door. Finally she gave up on them, shrugged her shoulders, and slipped into a peach-colored robe. She did not take time to check herself in the mirror and forgot that the robe was designed to be worn over a gown or slip. Over a nude body, it revealed all.
"Hi, Ham!" she greeted her daughter's boy friend. "Come on in. Denni must be out somewhere for a while. I don't believe either she or Bobby have been around the house. Come on and have a cup of coffee with me while I see if she left any note for you."
The young man stepped into the living room.
His eyes sparkled as he saw the luscious tits thrusting against the nylon robe, their nipples and areolas clearly visible. It was almost as though she had nothing on. The robe only accented her lovely body without hiding anything.
He swallowed uncomfortably as he saw the rich growth of black hair over her cunt, then followed her back to the kitchen. The crack in her ass showed dramatically as the thin nylon stretched tightly over her luscious buttocks. The boy fought back the swelling in his cock and quickly sat in one of the chairs beside the kitchen table.
Joanne stretched her body as she reached for cups from the cabinet. She turned back swiftly, letting the robe swirl about her legs so he could hear the soft rustle of nylon and see the way it emphasized her legs and ass as it shimmered in the sunlight. It was exciting having a young man alone with her in the house, especially an attractive young man who kept drooling over her tits.
As she poured coffee she recalled Betty's suggestion that Ham had a crush on her. Her eyes met those of the college student. The way he blushed, then looked down at the table, convinced her that Betty was correct. Ham did have a thing for her. That made the morning even more exciting to Joanne.
She brushed against him as she brought his coffee to the table. His body jumped in excitement at the touch of her soft tits against his arm. Joanne felt a soft glow tingling up from her nipples as she pressed them along his arm and glanced down to see the struggle the lad was having with his young cock.
"Mrs. Gamay," the boy stammered as she sat down, being sure that her robe fell open enough to give a good view of tit. "You were going to see if Denni left a note."
"Joanne," she corrected him. "Forget that Mrs. Gamay business. My name is Joanne. Agreed?"
Ham nodded his acceptance, then opened his mouth to ask once more about the possibility of Denni having left him a message. The boy knew he had to get out of here. Mrs. Gamay, or Joanne as she wanted him to call her, was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. He liked Denni, but he had drooled over her mother's luscious body ever since he first dropped over to the Gamay house. Now this beautiful brunette was sitting here with him and practically offering her body to him. Damn right, he had to get out of here!
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Joanne pouted. "See what Denni has to say. As soon as I get a handsome young man to have coffee with me, my daughter interferes even when she isn't here. Do you think that's any way to treat a mother?"
She looked him squarely in the eye and read his hesitation. All right, Ham, she thought, I'll let you go this time. Next time, though, we're going to find out about you. We're going to see if you know how to use that cock you've been trying to get in Denni's pussy.
Joanne walked back to the family room and checked the family bulletin board. There was a note from Bob, expressing his appreciation. Joanne laughed quietly about that. Bob appreciated her having found a lover. Bobby was gone for the day with some friends to scout the baseball team they'd be playing next week. Yes, and Denni had left a note. Her mother whipped it down and carried it back to the boy waiting in the kitchen. Ham read it and smiled up at her.
"I'll have to be going," he explained, "if I'm gonna meet Denni like she wants."
Joanne reached down and took his hand. She held it between her hands and smiled suggestively, then pulled it against her tits.
"I'm sorry I was so possessive of you," she apologized. "Actually, having a nice-looking young man here with me made me feel so young and attractive again."
Ham stood up as she continued to hold his hand. As he stood, she did not back away, so that his body was touching hers. She saw the hesitation in his eyes as he debated standing Denni up and seeing just how far he could get with her mother. Denni won this time, she noted. He cleared his throat and stepped back a step.
"No need for you to worry about being attractive," he stammered. "You're the most beautiful woman in town. All the guys think so."
"You're so sweet to talk like that," Joanne cooed as she caressed his face with both hands.
She stepped against him and felt the heat from his cock against her. Her tits pressed against his chest. She saw the boy's eyes flicker with passion as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her. She parted her lips as his mouth came over her. He kissed her slowly, sensuously. He sucked the breath from her, then ran his tongue through her moist lips and into her mouth.
The young pecker pulsed wildly against her as she leaned her lush body against it. He caressed her ass adoringly, then ran his hand between them and cupped a heaving tit. Joanne rubbed her cunt along his thigh as she felt the passion surging inside their bodies. Her tongue matched his in erotic play. Her hands played lightly, tauntingly about his body. She fingered along his thigh until her fingertips just barely touched his pulsing, throbbing prick. Then she pulled back from his embrace.
"Remember," she told him in a breathy voice, "I'm expecting you to drop by some morning when you can stay awhile and not go running off after Dennise."
Ham swallowed another tight lump in his throat and nodded. His eyes were misty from rising passion. His cock was a massive bulge in his pants. His hands were trembling from the erotic desire she had elicited.
"At least," she added with a teasing smile, "when you can stay long enough to finish your coffee."
He smiled at her light comment and let her lead him to the door. He kissed her once more before he left. This time his hand ran inside the robe and explored the soft firmness of her breasts. He fingered a nipple affectionately, then grabbed a throbbing tit in a lust-crazed hand and rubbed in sensuously. He was panting as he lifted his face and looked down at her.
"I'll be back," he assured her. "I'll be back some morning for several cups of coffee."
"You do that, Ham," she answered. "You come back when you have time to finish what you start. Remember, we have a date."
Joanne watched the young man as he fumbled in an attempt to adjust his swollen prick, then blew her a kiss and ran quickly down the walk toward his car. The brunette felt a small tingle of guilt. She quickly thrust that feeling aside, though. Her body could already anticipate that hot young pecker of his. She was excited about the possibility of getting that meat out of those pants. She hadn't had any young cock in many years, not since she was a young gkl herself. Then, she didn't know how to appreciate it.
She'd appreciate it now, though. Damn right. Her cunt was glowing and moist as she closed the door and turned back into the house. She'd finish her coffee in leisurely fashion. Then she'd slip over to Betty's. The young blond stud who had just left her in the mood for some of Betty's lewd talk. She was in the mood for more than sexy talk, of course, but that was probably the best place to begin.
Joanne sang happily as she returned to the kitchen. The world was brighter, happier. She felt like a girl again, a healthy, lusty girl. She caught a glimpse of herself in the chrome trim of her stove and began to laugh loudly. Poor Ham! She might as well have greeted him in the nude. No wonder the kid acted so uncomfortable. Joanne laughed and laughed and laughed.