Chapter 10
"Don't worry, Jim," Diane told her husband. "There's nothing to be nervous about."
Diane could sense Jim's hesitation as they walked up the driveway to his boss's porch. Jim's boss was a tough middle-aged man who had little time for nonsense. He had invited Jim to his home to talk about a new idea of Jim's and how it would fit into the company. Jim had never been to the house before.
"It's going to be all right," Diane assured her husband."
"I wish I had your confidence," Jim said.
"I have confidence in you," Diane said.
Diane tugged her husband's hand. Their relationship had changed a lot in the weeks since Susan had fucked him. Jim had stopped drinking so much, and he was fucking Diane a lot more often. Diane was almost turning into a contented wife. Of course, Jim understood that she would never be completely satisfied by him. She was the kind of woman who needed other men, just as Jim needed other women.
They understood each other's needs better than they ever had before. They also understood that to continue living in high style, Jim needed to put his ideas over that evening.
Jim rang the doorbell. Diane was surprised when it wasn't opened by a maid but by the boss, himself. He was dressed in his shirtsleeves with the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. Diane could see crinkly black hairs on his powerful-looking chest.
Diane had only seen Jim's boss, Adam, once, and she hadn't been all that impressed with him. He looked too much like an animal. He should have been a plumber, like Andy, or a football player. He didn't look like the sort of intelligent man who could run a company like the one Jim worked for.
Tonight she could see something different about him. He was relaxed, and she could see him looking her over like he liked what he saw. She felt a little weak-kneed. She knew she was going to have to watch herself with this man. He was impressing her a lot more than he had before.
"Come in," he said. "I've been grilling some steaks and fixing drinks. I hope you don't mind my cooking. I like to grill and it kind of cramps my style to have servants around. Come on in, I said."
He ushered them into his living room. Diane could see that it was decorated with taste. It was just the kind of place that a man would choose to live in. It looked clean and comfortable and kind of rugged.
"I hope you like your steaks a little rare," Adam said. "That's how I like to cook them."
"Rare is fine," Jim said.
They went out by the pool and Jim's boss made them both strong drinks. Jim took a couple of nervous gulps and his drink was gone. Adam immediately gave him another one. Diane had a feeling it was going to be one of those evenings when Jim couldn't drive home.
Diane sat down by the pool. It was a warm evening, and she was glad she had chosen to wear a simple cotton shift that barely covered her long legs. A couple of times she found Adam looking at her legs and licking his lips. She stretched and let her dress rise a little higher. It didn't hurt to give the boss a little peep show.
They had their dinner on a table near the pool and it was delicious. The man could cook. He could also mix drinks, and he had Jim a little less nervous before the meal was over. Diane took it easy on her drink. She noticed that Adam hardly touched his.
"Yes sir, boss," Jim was saying after the meal. "I think it's a great idea. It could change our shipping procedures altogether, and it would save us a bundle of money."
"Maybe," Adam said.
"Maybe nothing, boss," Jim insisted. "I tell you it's great!"
Jim kept up his arguments for half the evening, and all the time he kept sipping his drinks. It didn't take long for him to act like he was getting sleepy. It was Adam who suggested that Jim looked a little pale and that he should try the couch for a little while. Jim agreed. Diane felt her body trembling as her husband went into the living room. She knew that he would be sound asleep in just a few minutes.
"I guess he had a little too much to drink," Adam said, his eyes devouring Diane's lush body under her simple shift.
"I'm not some kind of whore," Diane said.
"What do you mean?" Adam asked.
"I mean I'm not going to play up to the boss just to make sure he accepts an idea of my husband's."
"I think your husband's idea is a good one," Adam said. "And that's got nothing to do with you and me."
Adam came over and sat down beside her. He was a good-looking man and there was a feeling about him that made her think he would be a very good fuck. She could see his shoulder muscles rippling as he stretched.
"I think it's time for a swim to cool off," he said.
"I didn't bring a swim suit," she protested. "Swim in your undies," he told her. "I promise you I won't peek."
"Liar!"
He laughed and stood up again. He stripped off his shirt. Diane caught her breath as she looked at the mass of dark hair on his chest. He had very powerful arms that looked like he could break a woman in half.
She was feeling that tingle in her pussy again.
He stripped off his trousers and was left in just his dark blue jockey shorts. She could see his huge prick filling the front of his shorts. He was big everywhere!
"Aren't you coming?" he asked.
He jumped into the water and swam a couple of lengths of the pool. She shrugged her shoulders and quickly slipped out of her cotton shift. She was wearing only her panties, and she could see his hungry eyes feasting on her shapely tits.
"You look nice," he said. "Come on in ... the water's fine."
She cut the water with a quick dive and came up gasping for breath. He was beside her in a few strokes. She felt his arms going around her waist.
"I thought we were just going to swim," she said.
"We'll swim," he told her, "but there are a lot of things that can be done in the water."
He kissed her mouth and pressed his lean body against hers. She felt weak in her knees again. She had to catch her breath as he released her.
"You feel good," he said. "I like a woman with something on top to rub against a man. I don't like those skinny fashion types. I like a woman with tits!"
This time he held her tightly and his tongue jabbed deep into her mouth. She felt his big hands moving down her back and cupping her asscheeks. She had no more control of her body. It didn't matter that her husband was sleeping just a few feet away.
She slipped her hand between them and sighed with pleasure as she felt his stiff dick. Her fingers traced the long line of his cock through his shorts. God, he had a big one! She put her hand inside his shorts and felt the hot prick. She pulled it out of his shorts and wrapped her fingers tightly around it.
"God, you're really big!" she said.
"Most of my women seemed to like it," he laughed.
He pulled down her panties. She let him pull them down her legs and she kicked them off. He went down on his knees. His head was below the water, but he was face to face with her dark pussy. She had never been eaten underwater before. She thought she would cream as soon as his warm mouth touched her.
"Oh Jesus!" she gasped. Her fingers played in his curly hair. "Jesus, that feels good!"
His mouth moved all over her pussy and then he came up for breath. He went down again, and this time she felt his wet tongue rubbing between her thighs. She parted her thighs a little wider and felt his mouth rubbing against her pussy-lips. Again he came up for breath.
"Christ, that makes me crazy!" she said. "Turn around," he said.
She turned and felt him pushing her forward. She took a few steps until she was at the shallow end of the pool. She leaned forward and spread her legs as he told her to do. She felt really wicked in such an obscene position. She was completely vulnerable to any kind of attack he wanted to make on here.
Again he chose his tongue. He licked at her asshole and her cunt until her pussy was dripping juice. She moaned as she felt his tongue working up her steaming slit. He began to lick her clitty and she could feel delicious shivers going through her. She started working her ass against his face, feeling his hot tongue getting even deeper inside her.
"Oh God," she moaned. "You know how to do it. You know how to make me feel good!"
His hot tongue began working in and out of her pussy. She could hear him swallowing her juice. She felt his hands working up her body and cupping her tits. He cupped them gently, squeezing her luscious mounds with his fingers. She pressed her tits into his hands and felt him squeezing a little harder.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "You're making me crazy!"
He pulled his face away from her hungry cunt. He turned her around and kissed her mouth. She felt him pushing her back against the side of the pool. She felt his fat cock between her legs. She closed her thighs around his cock and began to rub herself against him.
She could feel his cock leaking on her thighs. She closed her eyes and wiggled in pleasure. There was nothing she liked better than a hard cock. She knew she was about to get fucked.
"Oh shit, baby!" he gasped. "Suck me, bitch. Give me something to really remember you by."
She nodded her head. He didn't have to force her onto her knees in front of him. She peeled his jockey shorts down his legs and revealed his huge fat prick. She moaned with pleasure as she stared at the massive head and the tiny cum-filled eye.
"Your cock is beautiful," she said.
Her dark hair surrounded his prick as she put her mouth to the fat tip. Her tongue stabbed at the tiny eye, and she got the strong flavor of his cum. It excited her and she opened her mouth wider. She took all of his rubbery cockhead into her mouth, still using her tongue to stab at the tiny hole.
"You goddamn bitch!" Adam said. "You sweet cocksucking bitch!"
Adam put his hands behind her head and pulled her face into his crotch. She felt the stiff length of his cock going far back into her throat. She controlled the impulse to gag and felt herself start to relax.
She allowed him to start thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. She had never thought she would allow a man to fuck her mouth, or that she would enjoy it so much. But lately she had been enjoying sucking cock almost as much as fucking.
She could feel her pussy burning as his fat prick moved into her throat. She could feel his cock pulsating faster and she began to make rapid bobbing movements with her head. She wasn't worried about him being able to fuck her pussy if he came in her mouth. She had the feeling that Adam was a real stud.
"Cocksucking bitch!" Adam groaned. "Your mouth feels so fucking good!"
Adam was driving his prick into her mouth as hard as he could. She felt his balls slamming against her chin, and his prick seemed to get so thick that it was almost choking her. Still, she kept sucking hard on his aroused cock.
"Jesus," he moaned, "I'm going to come. I'm shooting my fucking wad. Jesus ... oh fuck ... oh FUCK!"
He rammed his cock into her mouth and she felt his hot cum spurting. She started to swallow as quickly as she could, feeling the salty cum sliding down her tongue and into her throat. Still, she couldn't manage to swallow it all. She felt some of it leaking from the corners of her mouth and dripping on her big tits.
"Baby," he moaned, "that was something!"
Adam reached down and pulled her to her feet. Before she could say anything, he lifted her up in his strong arms and carried her out of the pool. He carried her past her drunken snoring husband in the living room and up the stairs. He took her into his bedroom.
He put her down on her back and covered her mouth with a kiss. She could already feel his big cock against her thigh, and it was already coming to life. She didn't mind that. Her pussy was a burning hole that needed to be filled. She reached down and grasped his stiff cock and started massaging it with her fingers.
She heard him groan and his cock grew as hard as a rock. He spread her legs and moved on top of her. His weight was crushing but she didn't mind. She could think of nothing but that huge red cock between her legs.
"Put it in me," she gasped. "Please fuck me ... I need it now!"
Adam moved forward slowly, and she gasped as she felt his fat prickhead splitting her cunt apart. She hunched up against him and felt the rest of his cock filling her hole. He had the biggest cock she'd ever had inside her. He moved it all the way into her and then pull ed out slowly. She lifted her legs and locked them around his broad back. She hunched against him again.
"I'm so horny!" she cried. "I don't think I can stand another minute."
He stabbed his cock into her deeply and began a slow pace of fucking. He seemed to know how to use his cock. It was better than his experienced tongue. He was touching every sensitive part of her wet cunt.
"I love that," she moaned. "I love your cock. I love you fucking me like that!"
Adam lost control and he began ramming his stiff cock into her hot pussy. He slammed it into her as hard as he could, and she could feel her body shuddering under each thrust. She had never been fucked so brutally before. She loved it!
Not even the rough men in jail could make her feel this way!
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Oh God, I love it. Give it to me!"
He rammed it into her faster and faster, and she could feel his cock growing fat. His pulsating warmth spread through her body. She could feel little sparks up and down her spine. God, she wished she'd let her husband's boss fuck her long ago.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned, "I'm coming! Oh Jesus, it feels good. Aggggh!"
She screamed again as the sweet pleasure flooded her. She tightened her legs and pushed her pussy as far down on his cock as she could manage. She flooded his cock with her pussyjuice and she could feel his prick sliding into her more easily. Adam was ramming faster and faster, and she could feel his fat prickhead bruising her. She wiggled her ass against him, her hot pussy sucking his cock even deeper into her hot cunthole.
"Bitch!" Adam gasped, "your pussy feels so fucking good! I'm coming ... I'm going to shoot! You bitch ... oh you fucking bitch!"
She tightened her legs as she felt the hot spurting of his thick cock-cum. His cum filled her and dripped out of her cunt and wet her thighs. She loved it.
"Oh God," she said. "Won't you do that again, baby?"
"We'd better wake your husband up," Adam said. "But don't worry ... I'm sure we'll find other times."
Diane smiled smugly. She knew there would be other times, and not with her husband's boss. There would be plenty of men who would jump at her hot cunt, and she was going to give them all the chance.
Diane Rutherford had found out that she was made for fucking.