Chapter 2
"See you later, doll," said Michael as he rushed out the door. Clover looked up in surprise. She had barely begun her breakfast and her husband was already on his way to work.
"So early?" the dark-haired woman called after the disappearing man. "Why are you going to work now? You don't have to be in the office till eight."
"Lots of work to do. Promotion time coming up. If I really bust my balls, I stand a chance at a good raise. See you." And with that parting comment, Michael Martin raced out, slamming the kitchen door behind him.
"I'll be damned," Clover said in a disgusted tone. "I get up and fix breakfast and the son of a bitch doesn't even taste it. He hardly even tasted his coffee." She stared at the food cooling on the table. "And what's worse, it was a lousy fuck last night."
The beautiful young girl got up, angry now. She stalked around the house wondering what she was going to do. Her husband raced off to work every morning on the pretense of having to do more work than any other three men. He was a workaholic who couldn't slow down except when he got into bed. And then he would never speed up to suit Clover's rampaging sexual needs.
He ignored her out of bed and in bed total neglect would be better than what she was actually getting.
"Am I so ugly?" the woman wondered, peering at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She pirouetted around, pulling open her cotton bathrobe.
Her naked tits gleamed whitely through the deep gash in the front of the robe. She turned from side to side, her ample boobs swinging out from her body. Reaching down, the woman took those succulent, melon-sized jugs in her hands and squeezed.
Delight surged in her body.
"Ummm, so nice, so damned, fucking nice," she cooed. "Why doesn't Michael ever do this for me?"
She threw back her shoulders as she cupped her tits. She squeezed even harder. Pleasure jolted into her chest and made breathing more difficult. The nipples sprang up hard and erect, tiny red fingers pointing directly into the mirror.
The dark-haired woman danced back and cast off her bathrobe. It fell into a pink pile around her legs. Nimbly stepping from it, she turned in front of the mirror and peered back over her shoulder. She critically appraised the naked beauty she saw.
"Nice ass," she said, "and absolutely great legs." She ran her hands over her buttocks and down her thighs. Her entire body quivered. She felt like a racehorse in the starting gate waiting for the race of the century.
And there was no one there to appease her raging sexual needs.
Clover slowly turned and revealed the reflection of her raven-black bush. Already, dots of glittering cunt juices spotted her pussy fur. Fingers stroking over her creamy smooth skin, she went over her flat belly and down into the dark-furred triangle between her legs. Fingers probing between the damp cuntlips, Clover felt naughty-and sexier than she had in years.
"Fuck me, Michael, why the hell don't you fuck me like I need to be fucked?"
Her middle finger parted turgid cuntlips and slid into her gooey twat. She shivered in reaction to this intrusion into the hot, seething channel. Clover began wiggling her finger back and forth, but it was no substitute for a man's cock. She had to have more than a single damned finger in her pussy. She needed-wanted-cock and she was going to get it!
Without even a look back at the mirror, the dark-haired woman spun around and found her dress hanging in the closet. It was brand new, filmy and revealing. And she made a special point about not putting on either bra or panties. As Clover slipped into the dress, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror.
Nipples prominently bulged against the thin fabric, forming tiny wrinkles that fled from the hard points like water running downhill. Her slender legs came out from under and promised heaven. She adjusted the way the clinging dress hung so that the white flare of her tits would be irresistible to any red-blooded male. The young woman left the house, determined to get what she'd been missing during the five years of her marriage.
Clover got only as far as the back yard on her way to the car. Lounging in the adjoining backyard was her neighbor, Eddie Marks. He had stripped off his shirt to get some sun. The broad expanse of chest, the flow of his muscles, the sheer, stark masculinity of the man got to Clover. She had seen him before thousands of times-but never like this.
She felt her pussy begin to drool at the thought of Eddie fucking her. He wouldn't be like Michael. He would take her like a man should take a woman.
"Hiya, Eddie," she called out. "What are you doing home on a work day?"
"Oh, hello Clover," he answered. He squinted a little, reaching over and putting on sunglasses. "You haven't heard, I guess. I got laid off last week. I'm out looking for work again."
"In your backyard getting a nice suntan on those lovely muscles of yours," Clover said, hating herself for the words and unable to stop. She was too turned on, she told herself. She had to cool it or she'd scare him off.
He pushed back the sunglasses and eyed her strangely. "Yeah, I've got an interview this afternoon so I figured to relax a little this morning. I've been really uptight over losing the job and all. And Becky's not taking it too well, either."
Clover wondered if Eddy mentioned his wife to stop any sexual move on her part-or whether he was just defining the ground rules for playing around. Clover took it to mean the latter.
"I guess not. But you look so hot and sweaty. Why not come on over and I'll fix you a glass of lemonade."
"Hate lemonade," he said, "but if you've got some iced tea, that'd be great."
"Come ahead," Cover said, swirling around so fast that her dress spun up and away from her legs. For a horrifying instant, she thought the wind would push it up over her waist and reveal to the man the bare-assed fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. But the filmy hem only reached the bottom of her ass before falling again. And the sexual thrill she got out of almost showing off her bush to Eddie made it all worthwhile.
They rushed into her kitchen where she quickly fixed some instant tea. "Hope this is okay," she said, handing it to the man. Clover couldn't take her eyes off her neighbor. Never had she seen him look this desirable. The dark-haired woman couldn't tell if it was simply because she was so damned horny or if Eddie had always been this virile, this attractive and she'd never noticed.
"You look funny, Clover," he said, sitting down the half-empty glass on the kitchen table. "Are you feeling all right?"
"I feel fine," she said. "A little feverish, maybe, but it's just that time of year."
"Year? You mean month?" Eddie was honestly confused.
"Year," the beautiful young girl said boldly. "I'm in heat right now. For you."
"Clover, look, I'd better be going. Got to get ready for the interview."
"You said it wasn't till this afternoon. Don't rush off, Eddie." She moved quickly behind the man, her hands circling his waist. Unbidden, her hands dropped even lower and folded over the huge bulge at the man's crotch. Eddie stopped dead in his tracks.
"We can't, Clover. I've got a shitload of trouble being out of work. Becky is bitching about being the only one bringing home money and ..."
"And?" prompted Clover, her fingers lightly working over his crotch. She felt the immediate response beneath the thick denim of his jeans. She knew that all she had to do was pull down the zipper of his fly and she'd get a handful of hot, hard, throbbingly alive prick.
"And, dammit, don't do this to me. You know I've always thought you're about the damndest, sexiest chick in the neighborhood. And those legs of yours, Christ, they give me a hard-on every time I just think about them."
"Really?" she said, surprised. "I never knew you were so attracted to me, Eddie."
He spun around in the circle of her arms. Clover cupped his muscular buttocks now and the bulge at his crotch pressed hotly into her body. He looked down into her smoke-gray eyes, read what he wanted, then kissed her full on the lips.
Clover was hardly ready for such quick response on Eddie's part. She started to struggle in his arms, then melted as his kiss crushed hard into her lips. His tongue insistently poked between her slightly parted lips and then invaded her mouth.
She moaned softly, feeling his tongue stroking up and down against hers. She clutched harder at the man's powerful body. The bulge at his crotch grew and grew until she knew he must be hurting badly. Her fingers slid down the smoothly muscled, sweat-soaked back and around the waist of his jeans. Fingers fumbling, she hastened to run the zipper down its metallic track.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, breaking off the kiss for a moment.
"Yes, God, yes!" Clover cried. "You have no idea how much I want you to fuck me!"
"Those legs, those damned legs of yours," Eddie muttered. "Always was a sucker for a chick with dynamite legs like yours."
Clover was past caring why Eddie wanted to fuck her. All she knew was that her loins churned with desire. She felt an awful hollowness in her cunt that needed filling-with cock. And she now clutched the key to her carnal paradise hotly in her hand.
His cock leaped out long and hot and ready to fuck. There was no lengthy sucking on this man's tool before he got a boner. He was ready to fuck right now. And that was just when Clover needed it, now!
"Take me, Eddie, take me right here. I don't want to go into the bedroom. Fuck me here in the kitchen!"
"Don't want to go to any damned bedroom," he said. "Need the light to see those legs of yours. And your ass. Christ, what an ass!" His fingers worked over the fabric-covered behind and slowly inched up the material until his fingers rested on naked assflesh. "Shit, you don't have any panties on!"
"Just for you, Eddie. Fuck me! But please hurry. I need your prick so bad!"
He pulled up her dress even further until it bounced around her waist. His naked cock forced its way into the tangled nest of her raven-black pussy fur. She shuddered at the nearness of that cock. But she wanted it inside her cunt, fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Just feeling it against her cuntlips was nice, but she had to actually feel it inside her to get off.
"I ... " Clover's words were cut off when the man spun her around. She almost stumbled at the suddenness of his move. She fell forward, catching herself on her hands. She had just barely missed smashing her face into the kitchen table. His half-finished glass of iced tea went crashing to the floor. Neither of them noticed.
"This is the way I'm going to fuck you. I can see those legs of yours this way and feel your ass prodding into my crotch and your cunt hole's gaping wide open for me."
He moved in behind her, his prick aiming straight for her pussy lips. She moaned out like a small, trapped animal as his cock ran down the entire length of her cuntlips. And then she was gasping, hopping from foot to foot, begging him to fuck her. His fuck stick had penetrated her body and was buried balls deep in her cunt. The young girl had never felt anything this wonderful in her entire life.
"Oh, Eddie, you're so fucking biiiiig!" she sobbed out. "And I want you to fuck me!"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" His hands stroked over the smooth curves of her asscheeks, fondling and tweaking, pinching and caressing until Clover was almost driven out of her mind with her raving lust. The man's hands stroked downward then on the sides of her legs. She trembled like a leaf in a high wind. This was great.
The dark-haired woman had to put her forehead down on the kitchen table. This shot her ass backwards into the man's crotch and buried his cock another inch up her twat. Clover was sure she'd died and gone to heaven. Eddie wasn't any better hung than her husband, but he was fucking her in a new and exciting way-new for her, at least. And the setting was perfect for her to live out all her pentup erotic fantasies.
This was the kitchen, not the bedroom. And Eddie wanted light so he could see her legs. They were fucking in broad daylight, with the windows wide open for anyone to see!
Best of all, he knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid of telling her. She began rotating her ass in small, intimate circles. The huge prick up her pussy started dancing erotically. Fuck juices leaked out around the thick shaft of his pale cock and dribbled down the insides of her legs. Clover was in seventh heaven.
And then Eddie's hands stroked around to the insides of her thighs. His strong hands brutally forced her legs wide apart until she thought he'd tear her in half like the wishbone of a chicken. But this carried a bonus of pleasure along with the pain. Her cunt walls tightened around his prick. She felt as if he'd sunk a telephone pole into her pussy.
But no telephone pole had ever been so warm, so vibrant, so virile. When she lifted one trim leg off the floor and curled it back around his waist, she thought the cock hidden in her boiling-hot pussy was going to explode.
"Damn, those legs! I love them!"
"Never mind my goddamn legs," she moaned out. "I need you fucking my cunt. Do it now! Give me all the cock you can, as fast as you can."
Unlike her husband, Eddie delivered. She thought he was only slowly pulling out to even more gradually reinsert himself in her swampy cunt. She was wrong. He pulled out until the thick knob of his cock remained inside her pink, trembly cuntlips, then he lunged-hard.
She slammed forward into the table with the force of his entry. The beautiful young girl reached out, her hands groping for the edge of the table. She hung on for dear life as he sank balls-deep into her pussy. And then, when he was buried to the hilt in her quivering cunt, he began rotating his hips. This wasn't any small movement like Michael would make. Eddie used large circular movements that rubbed his prick against every single square of her pussy.
Clover matched his rotary movement with one of her own in the opposite direction. And then he pulled out so fast it took her breath away. After only a couple of thrusts, she was burning hot inside. And the lewd sucking noise as his prick broke the vacuum between cockshead and cunt wall pushed Clover's desires to the breaking point.
She almost came-almost.
"Oh, Eddie darling, more! Fuck me more! Burn me up inside with your sweet, fucking cock. I need it so baaaad!"
He only grunted. She feared he would slow down like Mike did. But her fears were groundless. Eddie began fucking her with long, powerful, quick strokes that rattled her teeth. She tightened her grip on the table top and was sure she'd leave fingerprints in the wood. The intensity of feelings in her cunt and belly grew. The feel of his rough denim against her tender ass flesh turned her on. The sucking sounds as he fucked into her juicy twat turned her on. And most of all, being on the receiving end of a real man's virile prick finally pushed her over the brink of orgasm.
Clover came as hard as she ever had.
And Eddie didn't stop fucking her then, either. If anything, he doubled the speed and force of his pistoning strokes. His fingers tightened like steel bands on her waist. He strove to pull her ass back into his crotch with every forward fucking stroke. When Clover realized this, she began ramming her ass backwards to add even more power to his every thrust.
"Damn tight, so damn tight around my cock. Don't know how you do it, but any chick with legs like yours has to have a tight cunt." She felt sweat from the man's body dripping onto her back as he worked to give her the fucking of her life. In five years of marriage, she'd never felt this turned on, this aroused at the prospect of fucking.
She came again.
And this time as her cunt convulsed around the man's hard-fucking cock, she felt him changing the rhythm. He was losing control. The fantasy-fucking was getting to him just as it was getting to her. He was going to come.
"No, no," she cried out. "Keep fucking. Don't you stop, you lousy bastard!"
He fucked faster. Friction burned the length of Clover's pussy. And then his cock jerked hard, grew and fountained out a fiery gob of jizz. At the first touch of his cum on her aroused cunt walls, she was sent soaring on the winds of ecstasy again. Never before had she gotten off when a man jetted his load into her pussy. But they were both wracked by the ultimate in human experience. All too soon for them, Eddie's prick deflated and limply withdrew from her still-clinging cunt.
Eddie took a step backwards and said, "That's the finest fuck I've had in years and years. God, to think what I've been missing being faithful to my wife and ignoring you!"
Clover slumped forward on the table, her naked ass still jutting up into the air. She didn't care that she was so obscenely exposed to him. He'd just given her the fucking she needed to stay sane.
"Thank you, Eddie. That was super, just super!"
"I ... I've never cheated on Becky before," he started.
Clover rolled over and sat on the edge of the table, her pussy still tingling inside from the fucking. "Don't worry, Eddie. I've never cheated on Michael, either. There's a first time for all of us, I guess and ours just happened to come together. I'm glad you got laid off."
"Huh? What do you-oh," he said, smiling sheepishly. "I catch your meaning. Yeah, it was a silver lining to a dark cloud. But I've got to run."
"Here," she said, stopping him before he fled out the door. "Let me." She dropped down to her knees and lightly kissed his limp prick. Then Clover tucked it back into his jeans. "There, all decent now."
"Uh, thanks," Eddie said, then raced from the kitchen.
Clover wanted to laugh. Her first affair and it had been great! She'd gotten everything she'd wanted-and hadn't been getting from Michael. Or had she?
The dark-haired woman felt her dripping pussy and realized that Eddie had only fed her desires, not sated them. She needed more cock. And she wasn't likely to get it from the man. He was too shaken up by his adultery. That just meant she'd have to look elsewhere. Clover pulled down her skirt and went out, her mind racing. There had to be someone else out there in the big, wide world willing to screw a good-looking woman like her.
There just had to be!