Chapter 2
It wasn't guilt that made Diane hurry over to her friend Susan's house the next afternoon. Diane just couldn't feel guilty about something that felt so good. She couldn't ever remember Jim leaving her with such a wellfucked feeling.
Diane hurried to Susan's because she had to share what had happened with someone before she bubbled over. She wasn't worried about her marriage. She knew that Susan was too good a friend to repeat what Diane told her.
A lot of times the two friends had talked about being unfaithful but neither of them had ever had the nerve. Diane could imagine Susan's shocked face when she went into glorious detail about what had happened between her and Tim.
Diane was in such a hurry that she didn't even notice that Susan's car wasn't in the driveway. She rang the doorbell and Andy Patterson opened it.
Andy Patterson was a tall black-headed man. He was in his forties, a fix-it man for the neighborhood. He could do almost anything, from plumbing to carpentry work. He worked cheaper than regular plumbers and was completely trustworthy.
Andy only had one problem, and that was the way he looked at a few of the housewives-Diane and Susan included. He often looked at Diane as if he could see right through her clothes. It made Diane really nervous. She had never liked hairy beasty types like Andy, especially when they had such roving eyes.
"I was looking for Susan," Diane said.
"She's not here. You can wait."
Andy walked off and left the door open. Diane might not have waited except that she didn't want to give Andy the satisfaction of knowing that she was afraid to be alone with him. She walked in and closed the door.
Andy was in the kitchen. He was putting in some sliding glass doors that Susan had always wanted. Later, Diane knew, Susan was going to add a redwood deck.
"Where did Susan go? Diane asked.
"Don't know," Andy grunted. "She didn't say."
Andy looked up from his work and his eyes strayed up and down her figure. Diane was wearing tight short-shorts and a halter top. She hadn't bothered with a bra, since she was only visiting Susan. Now she wished she had, because she knew Andy could see the outlines of her big nipples through the thin material of the halter.
"It's kind of hot today," Diane said. She realized she was trying to explain her scanty outfit. There was no reason for that, it didn't matter what Andy thought.
Andy only grunted. He acted like he was going back to his work, and Diane left the kitchen. She debated waiting for Susan and then decided she would. She sat down on the living room couch and picked up a magazine to read.
It wasn't long before Andy walked into the living room, carrying a couple of cold beers. He handed her one.
"No, thank you," she said. "I don't drink beer."
"Ain't you the snobby one," Andy said.
Diane looked up with fire in her eyes, but something in Andy's face stopped her. He was sipping his beer and looking at her like she was a bug under glass.
"You weren't so snobby last night," Andy said. "Not when you was letting that boy in your house. It took him a long time to come out. You two must have had a lot to talk about. Maybe you talked about where your husband was?"
Diane looked up, feeling a little pale. She hadn't thought that someone might have seen Tim entering her house. She remembered that Andy had been working next door earlier that evening. He'd been working when she'd left for the party. He had really given her the once over, and it had made Jim angry. She hadn't minded because that was why she'd picked out the dress-she wanted men to look.
"You should watch who you let into your house," Andy said. "Some folks might get the wrong idea. A pretty society woman like you and a young boy like that ... people get the wrong idea."
"I don't know what you mean," Diane said. "It was innocent. He took me home, that's all."
"Sure," Andy said. "That was all you two were doing in the car when he had your titty out, sucking on it."
Diane turned a bright shade of red. She almost cursed the bright street lamps that the neighborhood had gotten the county to put in. They were supposed to prevent any burglars from prowling about. But they had also let Andy see into Tim's car.
"I bet your husband sure wouldn't like it if he found out about that," Andy said. "I bet he'd get real mad."
Diane was feeling panic. It was all right for Susan to know about what had happened. Susan would never tell. And she could be sure that Tim would keep a tight lip. Diane's husband was very powerful, and Tim wouldn't want to make him mad.
But Andy was a different matter. Andy was trouble. Andy could ruin her life with just a few words.
"You wouldn't tell my husband?" Diane asked.
"I might," Andy answered.
"What do you want?" she asked. "Money? I have a little money ... I could get more."
Andy sat down beside her. He sipped his beer again. He reached over and put his hand on her bare knee. She didn't draw her knee away-although at one time she would have slapped his face. She was frightened of him, frightened of what he might say and do to her.
"You got me all wrong, honey," Andy said. "I don't want your money. I got something else in mind ... something you won't mind giving away."
Diane was shocked as she realized what he meant. She wanted to push him away but couldn't. She had to have time to think about what he wanted, but he was giving her no time. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She felt his lips nibbling at her ear.
"Don't do that!" she said.
"You'll do what I want," Andy said. His voice grew hard. "You'll do what I want or your husband will find out everything. Everything, baby!"
She knew he meant what he said. Andy had been waiting for his chance to get at one of the snobbish housewives in the neighborhood. Diane remembered all the times she had laughed about Andy, helped her friends make fun of him. She had never dreamed that she would be put in this position.
"I been dreaming about you for a long time," Andy said. "Especially since you put on that black bikini and your tits were hanging out. I been drooling just thinking about that pair of yours."
He kept stroking her shoulder, his hot breath in her ear. Then she felt his hand moving down her body. He cupped her tit and squeezed roughly, and something happened to her. She was remembering how good it had been with Tim, and she was thinking that Andy was more of a man than Tim. It was starting to seem a little less horrible.
She turned her face to him and he kissed her mouth. He tasted of the beer he had been drinking. She opened her mouth willingly when she felt his fat tongue wiggling into her mouth. He seemed to be hungry for her mouth, and he began ramming his tongue deep into her throat.
His strong work-worn hand squeezed her titty a little tighter. She could feel a warm tingle spreading through her body. She arched her back and pushed more of her soft round tit into his hand. She knew she was acting like a common whore, but she couldn't help herself. Being with Tim had done something to her. She had found out how good sex could really be.
He kept squeezing her tit. It was like there was nothing at all between his hand and her big boob. She felt her nipples getting hard and rubbing against his palms.
"You're something else, baby," Andy said. "You're hotter than I figured. Let's just take this halter top off."
She knew she was finished once he got her halter top off, but she still couldn't stop him. He unbuttoned it and the flimsy material dropped away from her lust-swollen tits. Andy whistled as he stared at her beautiful creamy peaks.
"My God!" he exclaimed. "Yours are even better than I thought."
She didn't want him to stop. He leaned his head forward and his hot lips brushed against her brown nipple. She put her hands on his head and kept him close. She writhed in pleasure as she felt his tongue licking her hard nipple.
"I like that," she groaned. "It makes me crazy!"
He took her round nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it. She felt his tongue rubbing her flesh as he spit her nipple out and then sucked it back up again. He used his other hand to massage the tit he wasn't sucking.
She felt the tingling warmth spreading through her again. She didn't understand it. She had never been this hot for cock before. She had always been able to keep control of herself, but now it seemed like her entire body was craving Andy's cock.
Andy moved his hungry mouth to her other it. She felt him sucking even more of her creamy flesh down his throat. Then his hungry mouth was moving down her body, touching gently at her navel and then at the top of her short-shorts.
"Oh my God, Andy," she moaned.
She gave Andy no argument when he wanted to unzip her shorts. She lifted her ass off the couch and let him slide her shorts down her legs. She was wearing very flimsy black panties that hid little of her thick bush. Andy didn't bother taking them off. He simply took hold and ripped them apart.
"A beautiful pussy," he breathed. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Andy dropped to his knees in front of her. He spread her legs far apart and was staring right at the luscious pink lips of her cunt. Diane could see him grinning as he moved his head forward. He licked her thighs until she was trembling and feeling wet between her legs.
Then Andy's mouth touched her pussy-lips, and she nearly went out of her mind. He began licking the outside of her cunt with long tongue strokes. She had never felt anything like it. Her husband had kissed her there before, but he had never done anything like this.
"Oh my God, Andy," she moaned softly. "You're doing crazy things to me!"
Andy pushed his face into her wet pussy. His tongue spread apart her cuntlips and jabbed inside. She felt a new feeling shooting through her body. She lifted her ass off the couch and let his tongue slide deeper into her.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's nice, Andy!"
Andy began really eating her cunt, stabbing his long tongue in and out of her cunthole and licking every sensitive part of her cunt he could find. Her husband had never made her feel this way. She hunched against his face.
"Eat me, Andy!" she cried. "Eat me like that. I love it ... eat me!"
She was writhing in hot desire. She could feel him swallowing her rush of cuntjuice. She moved her hands up her body and caressed her tits. She was getting to the point of no return, and Andy knew it. He drew his head back.
"Oh, Andy," she moaned. "Don't stop."
"I'm not stopping, baby," Andy said. "I'm just going to give you something you'll like better."
Andy pulled the gorgeous dark-headed housewife off the couch. He made her stretch out on the floor. She moaned as she felt two of his fingers ramming into her cunt. He moved his fingers in and out of her and she was twisting with pleasure.
He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. She felt his huge prick jumping in his trousers. His cock felt even bigger than Tim's.
She was past the point of trying to control herself. He didn't have to ask her to find his zipper. She found it quickly and tugged it down.
She slipped her hand inside his trousers and found his bloated prick. She laced her fingers around it and gently pulled it out of the small opening. She had never felt so hot as when she started working her hand up and down his stiff cock. She felt his pre-cum running over her fingers.
"Jesus, you're something," Andy said. "I can't wait to have some of that hot pussy!"
Andy pulled away from her long enough to tear off his clothes. He looked even more like a hairy beast with his clothes off. His prick was longer than Tim's. She could see all of it now, as well as his heavy balls. He looked more like a bull than a man. It both frightened her and excited her at the same time.
"Turn over," Andy said. "I want to fuck you just like a bitch in heat. I want to show you what you are, bitch!"
She had never been fucked like that before. Her husband usually liked the regular positions, and they didn't experiment much. She couldn't refuse Andy anything. She flipped over onto her belly. Andy made her raise her ass in the air. Her face was against the soft carpet and her pussy was really exposed to him. She had never felt so vulnerable.
"Beautiful," Andy said. "Your fucking ass is so beautiful. I'm almost tempted to stick it in there, but I've got to have some of that luscious pussy. I've waited so long."
Andy put both hands on her asscheeks and moved forward until his bloated prick was pressing against her pussy-lips. She moved her ass backwards and felt his cockhead slipping into her cunt. She gasped as she felt his long cock sliding farther into her pussy. He was taking it easy, but she had never felt anything that felt so good. She wished her husband had fucked her like this long ago. Andy's cock slid so far into her that she thought he was going to come out her mouth.
"Does it feel good, bitch? Andy asked.
"Oh yes, Andy," she groaned. "Yes!"
She no longer thought of Andy as blackmailing her. She only cared that he was making her feel good. She wouldn't have let him stop even if her husband had walked through the door at that moment.
"Fuck me, Andy," she groaned. "Fuck me with your big cock!"
Andy kept his hands on her asscheeks as he began to drive his cock in and out of her clinging cunt. She could feel his rough fingers squeezing her asscheeks, sending delicious pleasure through her entire body.
His cock was really getting into her deep-deeper than she had ever had one before. She had always thought fucking was nice, but she hadn't known what real pleasure could be like.
"You sweet bitch," Andy said. "Your pussy is tighter than shit. It's everything I thought it would be, you fucking cunt!"
"Yes," Diane moaned in pleasure. "I'm a fucking cunt! I'm your fucking cunt!"
He began to drive his prick into her cunt a little harder. It was like he was trying to drive her right into the floor. She felt one hand leaving her asscheek and stroking her long black hair.
His other hand moved over and began to stroke the crack of her ass. That was also a new feeling. She felt his fingers brushing the tiny puckered hole of her ass. She moaned as she felt his finger stabbing into her asshole up to his knuckle. Her husband would never have done anything like that. She didn't want it to ever stop.
"Oh, fuck me hard," she moaned savagely. "I need it hard. Give it hard to my cunt!"
"You want it hard, bitch?" Andy asked. "I'll give it to you fucking hard!"
Andy not only looked like an animal, he could fuck like one. He started ramming his hard prick into her as hard as possible. She had never been fucked so brutally before. She knew her poor cunt was going to be sore.
"That's it," she moaned. "Oh God, that's it ... that's what I've always wanted!"
Diane Rutherford had completely changed from a very stuffy young woman into a cock-hungry bitch who couldn't get enough. She knew the change was because she had learned about real pleasure from a man. Her husband could never make her feel so hot and scared at the same time.
Diane could feel pleasure spasms rocking her body. She began to thrust up at Andy's cock as hard as she could. She kept tightening her cuntmuscles as she tried to milk his cock of his cum. She could already feel him leaking.
"I'm coming, baby!" Diane cried loudly. "Your cock makes me so crazy. I feel it coming ... Aiieeeee!"
Her pussy-juice soaked his prick. She felt the hot spasms shaking her body as she had never been shaken before. It was a long time before she was able to quit trembling.
Andy kept up a steady fucking pace until he felt her begin to move with him again.
"You bitch," he moaned, I'm going to shoot in you. I'm going to shoot my fucking jism in your whore cunt! Ahhhhhh, fuck!"
She moved back against him as she felt his hot cum spurting into her cunt. She kept working her ass until she was sure he had drained every drop of his cream. She felt his prick growing limp and slipping out of her and she fell onto her back.
"God," she said, "that was something."
Diane Rutherford had been unfaithful to her husband for the second time in two days, and she didn't give a damn. She had learned what real pleasure was all about.