Chapter 2
The next morning at breakfast, Ann Harrington did everything she could to conceal the fact that she was nervous. Nevertheless, she dropped an egg on the floor and her husband asked her, "What's wrong, honey?"
"Oh, nothing," she said quickly glancing at her son Jeff who had just walked into the room.
"How are you this morning, Mom?" Jeff smiled.
It bothered her, that he was so flip about it. She realized what a dangerous position she was in.
"Well I'm just fine, dear," she said, "Just fine."
There was no doubt in her mind, about what the score was. It was easy for her to see how difficult it was to be living with both men.
"I'm going to go out for breakfast," Jeff said.
"Where are you going, dear?" she asked.
"Yes, Jeff," his father asked him. "Where the hell are you going?"
"Well, my buddy asked me over to breakfast," he said. "Alan. You know, he lives down the street."
"Of course I know he lives down the street," his father said, "What's wrong with you this morning? You have a rough time last night?"
"No," he said, "I had a good time."
It was obvious to his father something was bothering him. But little did he realize precisely what it was. If he had any idea what the score was, he would have had a fit.
When he was gone, and Ann Harrington was left alone with Ted, he began talking about his son in a very personal manner.
"You know I'm worried about Jeff," he said. "I never see him with many girls. Usually, he's talking about pursuits with fellows. Not that I'm worried about him that way, but I just think it's time he grows up, if you know what I mean."
"He has plenty of socializing," Ann cut in quickly. "What do you want him to do? Do you want him to be a stud like yourself?"
"Well I would be glad if he was." Ted smiled. "I think I'm pretty good at sex, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted. "You are pretty good at it. But I don't want him playing around as much as you like to."
"How do you know I like to play around?" he laughed.
"Now look honey," she said, "I was not born yesterday. I know what the score is, and don't think I don't."
It was obvious to Ted that he had better not continue in that vain very long. After breakfast, he dismissed himself to go and play a game of golf. Shortly later, Jeff came in.
"Where did you go, dear?" she asked him.
"Oh, what's it to you?" he asked her. "You and Father are back together again."
"What do you mean?" she asked, eager to know if he had stood by their door and discovered that they had wild sex after Ted finally came back home.
"Last night after Dad came home," he told her flatly, "You and the old man really fucked up a storm."
"So you were listening?" she said sadly. "Oh honey, I wish you wouldn't do things like that."
"I've listened before," Jeff said. "I've listened to you beg to do things with him, And he didn't want to do them either. Remember the time you asked him to sixty-nine?"
"Why that was almost a year ago," she said, "This is awful. That means that you've been listening to us since you were fifteen-years-old."
"Sure I have," he said. "And I know what the score is too, Mom. You're a real sexy woman, and Dad's a square."
"Your father is nothing of the sort," she said, "He is a bit difficult at times, and we have our fights. But dear you must realize I loved him or I wouldn't have married him."
"Your marriage is almost on the rocks," he said. "But you won't admit it. I'm sure he's playing around with someone else."
"How can you be so sure?" she demanded.
"Well I've seen that secretary look at him when I've been in his office," he said. "And believe you me, she knows where it's at."
"Joyce is no competition for me," she said.
"She really isn't, Mom," he said. "And that's what burns me. I think he's doing everything with her. I think he's eating her pussy."
That did send a cold chill through Ann Harrington. She had tried to get some pussy action from her husband for such a long time that the thought of him doing it with another woman was outrageous to her.
"What makes you say that?" she said in a syrupy, nice tone.
"Well," he said, "call it male instinct or call it anything you want to. But that is my feeling."
"Ridiculous," she said. "Perfectly ridiculous."
Even though she didn't want to believe it, she knew that what he had said might very well be true. When he left later that day, she had plenty of time to think about it. By the time that her husband had come home from playing golf, she was eager to riddle him with questions.
"How's Joyce these days?" she asked.
"Oh she's fine," he replied.
He tried to change the subject as quick as he could. This further aroused her suspicion.
"Is she still with her husband?" she demanded.
"Why all this curiosity about her?" he demanded.
"You didn't answer my question, dear," she said.
"Look," he said, "I don't pay any attention to my employees' love life."
"I'm sure not," she said. "Is she still with her husband?"
"No," he admitted.
"Just what I thought," she said. "Joyce is a little slut. And if she doesn't have a man to take care of her she will find one. I know her only too well."
"You've got a nerve to talk about her like that," Ted said flatly. "She's a good girl."
"Well it's too bad she met you if she's a good girl," she said, "because she won't be a good girl for long."
"Honey," he told her, "you've got the most suspicious mind of anybody I ever saw."
"No I haven't," she said. "I'm just on to you and your tricks. You're not to be trusted."
"Well, that's nice," he said, "No "marriage can be successful if there isn't trust."
"Do you consider our marriage successful?" she demanded.
"Sure I do," he said. "We have a nice son, and you have a nice home and your own car. What more do you want?"
"Plenty," she said nervously. "I want a decent life. No matter how difficult it is for you to realize, I have respectability on my side."
"Respectability?" he shrugged. "When did all this happen? It certainly wasn't in college, when you used to go to those weekend orgies."
"I never went to an orgy in my life," she covered herself quickly.
"That's a big fat lie and you know it," he told her. "You used to love to go to orgies. As a matter-of-fact, if you want to know the truth of it that's where we met."
"Do you have to remind me?" she said. "It isn't very romantic."
"Romantic or not, sweetheart," he told her, "that's the truth. Now you are pretending to be Miss Clean. Well, get off the virgin act."
"I'm sorry, dear," she said. "If you have to recall those ugly things, maybe I should remind you of a thing or two."
"What are you going to bring up?" he asked. "My blind pig operation?"
"Well, well," she said, "You remember that."
"Sure I do," he said, "I had to get some money, damn it. You were pregnant, and Jeff was coming along. How was I going to take care of him if I didn't do something?"
"And so," she told him, "you pursued what came naturally to you. You had to pursue gambling and sex. And I remember all of the horrid things that I heard in that bedroom, next to that hustler that you were selling."
"We're real nice people aren't we?" he said angrily, "having to bring up all the crap."
"Well, honey," she said, "I began doing some thinking last night. When we were first married, you used to eat everything. Now, I can hardly get you to lick it."
"So," he said, "do you want to sue?"
"Maybe," she said, "if I could get enough to live on for Jeff and me."
"What makes you think you're going to get Jeff if we do split up?" he demanded.
"Well I think it would only be natural for him to be awarded to me," she said. "You certainly couldn't set any example for a young son. You believe in doing everything wrong."
"So we're back to the good guys and the bad guys," he said. "And naturally I'm the bad guy. Look, you've been on my back for a long time today. Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest. You're making it a nightmare day. I'll be glad to go back to the office."
"Of course you will," she smiled smugly. "Of course you will. You want to go back to her. Well, I hope you both have a marvelous time."
"Don't worry," he told her. "We will!"
They looked at each other with an angry glare. Just then, Jeff walked in.
"The kid shouldn't hear us arguing," Ted said. "Why don't you try to give a pretense of decency anyway, Ann."
"You bastard," she said, "Talking to me like that."
Jeff didn't pay any attention to them, he just went up to his room.
"He heard us," she said. "Naturally, you and your big mouth blabbing all over the place. How could the poor kid not hear us? I'm really disgusted with you."
"Save it for yourself. If anybody is disgusting, it is you."
There was no doubt about it, Ann and Ted were about ready to split up. And the only reason that she didn't go further was the fear that she had in her heart that Jeff, her beloved son, would be removed from her.
"Do you still have that doctor that you have a crush on?" Ted asked her slyly a little while later when he was sure that they were alone.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said quietly.
"Oh yes you do," he said. "That notorious would-be pretender who was later found out to be a fraud. You thought he was a doctor, and so did a lot of other easily impressionable women. But I smelled him and I was right. He was a damned phony. And you had an affair with him."
"I certainly did not," she said. "And I don't know how on earth you could say such a thing."
"Oh yes you did," he told her. "Let's be honest. You had a wild thing going for him. All the while, I kept my mouth shut."
"Well it's the first time you ever did," she said, "I guess you were so stunned by the fact that some man could care for me that you didn't care to talk about it."
"No," he said. "I was amazed at the Doctor, I thought he had better taste than that."
"Will you quit carving at my ego," she said. "I've had about all I can take of this."
Ann walked away from her husband. She was indeed troubled and hurt. She went down the street to a girlfriend's house and when she found her alone she began confiding quite a few things in her.
"Doris," she said, "you don't know what I've just been through. Ted is playing around with his secretary. You know, that little slut Joyce. The one I told him he shouldn't hire."
"That girl with the oversized bosoms?" Doris asked curiously.
"That's her," she said. "But the bosoms aren't hers. They're silicone jobs. I recognized them immediately."
"How absurd for her to make herself look so ridiculous with those huge, hanging things," she said. "Imagine paying for a job like that."
"Well it was one of those cut-rate deals," Ann explained. "She had to go down there to Tijuana, for a weekend. And it looks like Tijuana, too."
"I have a girlfriend," Doris said proudly, "Who had a nip and tuck face lift and her bosoms improved. I mean they were sagging, and she went to a doctor and he fixed it so they won't sag anymore. She pulled her husband back, by doing all that."
"Well I'm not at that stage yet," Ann Harrington told Doris. "And I hope I never am. When I get that old, I will be satisfied to let the old boy fuck who he will. I'm sure, it will just be some slut."
"Why?" Doris said.
"Well he has bad vibes if you must know," she said. "It's amazing, that I've been able to live with him all of these years. I've had to be a tower of strength. No matter what was happening, I had to be strong. It was not easy, you can be sure."
"You poor darling," Doris said. "You have been through so much. I've got to give you credit for one thing, you've taken it on the chin. And you haven't let anything get you down."
"I never will," Ann said quickly. "I'm always going to come up slugging. I would just like to get my hands on Joyce."
"It's marvelous to see that you care that much for Ted," Doris said, admiring her.
"It isn't that I care that much for Ted," Ann said. "It's just that I can't stand the thought of him picking up with her and dropping me."
"So that's the story," Doris said, seizing on the bit of news with delight. "Happens every day. Don't let it throw you."
"Well, I'm not going to give up," Ann said. "A divorce would be out of the question. He doesn't make enough, to give me the kind of alimony I require."
"And then there is Jeff," Doris reminded her. "Somebody has to think of him."
"That's true," she said. "And I think so much of the dear boy, I wouldn't let his father have him for the world."
"Well, that's usually who the judge awards the son, to," she observed.
"I know," she said, "Isn't it dreadful?"
"Yes it is," Doris told her.
There was no doubt in Ann's mind about what the score was. She was grimly aware of facing the loss of Jeff. That was what was motivating her at this point to take such a personal concern in the divorce.
"You know," she said, "my friend Rosemary found lipstick on her husband's shorts. That's a sure sign something has been going on."
"Maybe the lady at the laundry kissed them." Ann laughed.
"It sounds like an invention some playful husband would make up," Doris said. "You know men are such bastards, I don't see how we put up with them. They are so difficult. They don't take enough baths and they leave their dirty socks and shorts lying around. They are so terribly naive when it comes to politics and religion. Yet, that's all they're preoccupied with, that and sports."
"Well I've been a football widow all the time since I married Ted," Ann said. "His face is glued to that set from the beginning of football season to the end. I used to think there would be some relief after New Years day, and then they invented the super bowl."
"It's really a panic, isn't it?" Doris laughed. "And all we women want to do is go to an occasional fashion show or do a little shopping,"
"For a little bubbles like diamonds," Ann laughed. "Mentioning diamonds, I have put some money down on a good-sized locket."
"Good for you, dear," Doris told her. "I'm putting my money into silverware. I figure I can always melt the silver, in case things get tough."
"What would men do if they didn't have women like us to spend their money for them. They would probably invest in absurd things."
The two women were looking at each other now and laughing. It was obvious to Ann what the score was.
"You know honey," she said. "We are delighted with this situation. We have watched, what has happened. And we have been more than a little pleased to see what has taken place."
"You mean this sexual equality movement?" Ann asked Doris.
"Right on, dear," she said. "We women have equal rights. When a man wants a good fuck, to use a word they use all the time, he goes to a bar and gets one."
That triggered her thought.
"Tell me, Doris," she asked, "Have you ever tried that equality?"
"If you mean going to a bar, dear," she said. "Yes!"
"I've got to hand it to you honey," she said, "You really are something."
"Yes I am," she admitted, "And just to prove how unprejudiced I was, I thought I would enjoy a little black cock."
"There's no such thing as a little black cock," Ann laughed. "They have mammoth penises so I've heard."
"Well," Doris said, "It is true. They are huge. And they know how to use them. I guess getting a white woman sort of turns their balls on."
"You have such a nice way of putting it," she told her.
She left, and decided that she would try a little bar action herself. Going back home, she noticed her husband was gone. There was a note saying not to worry about fixing dinner for him. Ann figured that probably Jeff would be home. But to her surprise, he wasn't. There was another note, saying that he had gone out on a date. That got her. Ann decided that she was going to have some fun if it was the last thing she ever did. She went to her bedroom and looked through her wardrobe. She thought she would find something, that would mark her as a slut. If she could wear a bright red dress and make a few passes at the right moment, she calculated she could get some action.
She did not calculate incorrectly. For, at the right moment she got what she wanted. Stepping into a bar, with her telltale red dress on, she sat down beside a Latin gentlemen. He spoke with a South American accent, that turned her on. But he also spoke in the language of love. He was pressing his leg against her thigh, as he asked her softly, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Well, how nice," she said. "I am rather thirsty."
"You look thirsty, honey," he smiled knowingly.
The bartender came over, and was delighted to see a couple who might be drinking quite a while.
After they began drinking, he introduced himself.
"How are you, baby?" he said. "My name is Carlos. And, what is your name?"
"My name is Ann," she said softly.
"Ann," he said. "If you don't mind my telling you, you are a beautiful woman." vl know I am," she smiled. "And I hope you don't think I'm egotistical for acknowledging the fact. But I believe in being honest, and putting it on the line."
"Well that's nice," he said, "I admire a woman who has the guts to talk like you're talking now honey."
"Baby," he smiled, "How would you like to go to bed with me? You look like you need a good screwing."
"Does it show, Carlos?" She smiled at him.
"All over, honey," he told her. "And I want to do something about it. It isn't right for a gorgeous woman like you to be left wanting anything."
"Bless, you, baby," she said, "I feel the same way. I would love to have something to do with you. But I am a married woman."
"Well, I'm a married man," he said. "What has that got to do with love?"
"Oh, you Latins are awful," she said. "Just terrible."
"We're awful good at sex," he said. "And I know just the place to take you. Waterbeds and color TV movies. You know what kind."
"I'm afraid I do," she said. "I have seen them advertising those films."
"If I may be so bold," he said, "why are we wasting time here making this bartender rich?"
"I shouldn't do this," she slurred, the liquor getting to her. "But I will."
"Of course you will," he told her, "because you want it as bad as I do."
"That's true," she admitted. "I do want it as bad as you do."
Together they left the bar after they had paid the disgruntled bartender who had hoped that they would stay there for hours.
"Should I go in your car, Carlos, or follow?" she asked him.
"Makes no difference," he said. "Just so we get to that motel, baby."
Their eyes were hot on each other now, and they were madly fond of each other.
"Baby," he told her, "Let me tell you something. You are really too much."
It was obvious to her what the score was. And it was equally obvious to him how she reasoned.
"You're a beautiful baby," he told her. "And I have all the respect in the world for you."
"Honey," he told her. "Let me tell you something. The first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were good enough to eat. And, baby, I want to let you know with all my heart how juicy it's going to be."
"Carlos," she said, "You're real sexy. What am I supposed to do?"
"Did you ever go down on your husband before?" Carlos teased.
"Why, I would never do such a thing," she told him.
"Well, you're going to do everything with me," he told her, "Cause I'm going to give you explicit instructions."
They went into the motel after he had signed in under a phony name. Then she saw the huge water bed.
"Now take off all of your clothes," he said, "so we can romp on that big king-sized water-bed."
She did as he told her. She realized, that he was being very bold and assuming an awfully lot. Nevertheless, it only added to the excitement that she was feeling throughout her body.
"Oh, Carlos," she said as she began slipping out of her clothes, "I feel guilty doing this."
"Don't, honey," he said. "Just take off everything."
Carlos watched closely as she removed her clothes. When she came to her undergarments she stopped.
"What did you stop the strip show for?" he demanded.
"Oh I don't know," she said. "Guess I'm getting cold feet."
"Well, I'll have to help you then," he told her. Coming over to her, he began slipping her clothes off.
"Now, honey," he told her, "Don't you be nervous about a thing. I'll just pull your panties down and help you with your bra."
He slid her panties off and then eased off her bra.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, "what delicious looking breasts you've got."
Saying no more, Carlos began licking. She loved his wet, sticky tongue as he slapped back and forth with his tongue.
"Keep it up baby," she begged him. "Yes, that's what I like. Now you're doing it. That's right. Oh, love me."
He was feeling excitement that he had never felt before.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's what I want. Do it."
The excitement was building. Now, he reached down and toyed with the elastic waistband of her panties.
"We're going to take it off, honey," he said. "We're going to take it all off."
He ripped off her panties and felt her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled, "I can't wait to fuck you."
Carlos hadn't undressed. She was eager to see what he looked like in the buff.
"Take off your clothes, honey," she told him. "Go ahead."
It bothered her that Carlos was so shy about it.
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "I ... I just don't like to."
"Now, Carlos," she said, "I suppose you want me to turn out the lights."
"It would help," he said shyly.
She got a big charge out of the fact that he could so easily let her strip, yet it was a bit difficult for him.
"You're a big baby," she said. "I'll help you undress."
He flicked out the lights as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Then she unfastened his trousers and unzipped his pants.
"Honey," he told her, "it really feels good when you touch me."
Electrical thrills zipped up and down his spine as she gripped his proud, hard penis. She let her fingers massage it lightly.
"Feel good?" she asked.
"You bet it does," he told her. "Real good!"
The pleasure was mounting every moment now. He could hardly stand it.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "Keep it up."
She continued playing with his penis, and then she reached down and cupped his balls in her hand.
"Oh, I like that," he told her. "Yes, baby, that is fantastic. Keep doing it."
He wasn't going to stop now for anything. He was enjoying it immensely.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that is fantastic. Do me.
The sensational pleasure that he was discovering now was increasing.
"Come on, sweetheart," he told her. "That is too much."
The super pleasure that Carlos was deriving from her touching him increased when he ordered her to drop to her knees.
"Why should I?" she demanded. "I'm equal."
"I never said you weren't," he said. "I'll drop to my knees and worship your pussy. But now I want you to eat my cock."
She decided it might indeed be fun. She dropped to her knees and pulled Carlos' gigantic male member to her lips. Then her hot tongue surged out and she began licking the head of it.
"Oh, that feels good," she said enthusiastically. "I like that. Yes, baby, that's real nice."
The pleasure was building in her body. Every moment she was becoming more and more excited and stimulated.
"Oh honey," she told him. "I really like that. Yesss, now you're doing it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it. As he pumped into her mouth, Ann became more and more excited.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That is just right. Lick the head of it. Dip your tongue in and let it slide on that small slit."
She found the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue. She dipped in lightly.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in delight, "that feels fantastic."
He pushed it to her and as he said the word fantastic, she thought of her son. It tormented her to think of Jeff. She enjoyed Jeff's big cock more. Carlos was an experienced older man. Part of the pleasure that she had experienced with her own son was the fact that he was so young. The fact that he was so virile. She knew she couldn't expect a thick, creamy load from Carlos' cock the way that she could from her son.
Grasping her head, Carlos guided himself into her.
"Oh, sweetheart, suck it," he told her. "I want that baby. Now. Do it."
He was enjoying it more every moment. The hot action was building.
"Oh, all the way," he said. "I'm going to give you the deep-throat action."
Pumping it to her, he let his balls ride her face.
To her surprise, and somewhat to her horror, she found herself enjoying being in this position. She delighted to the feel of the gigantic male member shoving into her. Passionately, he thrust forward.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "This is fantastic. I love this. Yess, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure that he now knew was great.
"Yes, baby," he told her. "That's how you do it. Come on, honey, do it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. The hot pleasure was building to a creamy blast.
"Eat my cock," he told her. "Eat it, baby. Now you're going to get it."
She could feel him start to juice. And the taste of his sperm load spurred her on.
"Oh, honey," she groaned in delight, "This is fantastic. Now we're fucking."
He pounded it into her with fierce force. She was enjoying it more every moment.
"Yes, baby," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Oh, honey, you're flipping me out."
The sensational pleasure that he was obtaining at this moment was almost more than he could stand.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's what I like. Yes, beautiful baby."
Suddenly the hot white sperm creamed in her mouth. She gulped.
"Eat it," he told her. "Eat it, baby. That's it, honey. You're going to get it in a minute."
Suddenly the white sperm flooded her mouth. It wasn't as creamy, and it wasn't as thick as her son's. This troubled her. Nevertheless, she did enjoy it. She played with his balls, massaging them vigorously as he finished fucking her face.
When he pulled his huge shaft out of her mouth, he complimented her.
"You give good blowjobs," he told her.
"Thank you, Carlos," she said getting to her feet.
He looked at her, hungrily.
"You are a beautiful woman," he told her. "Very beautiful. I enjoy having sex with you."
"Why, thank you, dear," she said. "It was a lot of fun. Now, turn about is fair play. It is your time to get to your knees. And then you will enjoy yourself."
Before Carlos got to his knees, he decided that he would turn on the TV to see if he could get the fuck films that he had paid for.
"What's wrong?" she asked him when he was toying with the back of the TV set.
"This damn set won't work," he complained. "It sure burns me up."
"Oh, that's too bad," she said. "You ought to do something about it."
"I will," he said. "I'll complain to the manager."
He picked up the phone, and called the manager.
"The set in our room doesn't work," he exploded.
"We'll send someone out to take care of it right away," the manager said.
They both, put on their clothes. Then a sexy blonde girl wearing a tight-fitting, white mini-skirted outfit came to their door.
"Is this where the set doesn't work?" she asked.
"This is it," he said.
Opening the door, he got a load of her. It really made Ann up tight. Sending someone like that to repair a set.
"What's wrong with it?" the blonde asked.
"Well I don't know," Carlos said. "I just can't get a picture or anything."
"Let me check it out," she said.
She went over to it, and the first thing she did was follow the cord. She went over to where the cord was supposed to be plugged in and laughed.
"You haven't got it plugged in, honey," she said. "You can't get much juice this way."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "That was my fault."
"Think nothing of it," she said. "We deliberately pull them out, as they take juice even when they're not on if they're plugged in. So with the energy crunch and all, we've had to be real careful."
"I see." Carlos smiled, glancing at her firm ripe breasts.
The girl wiggled out of there and then Ann Harrington told him. "That's some kind of a person to send around for a TV set.
"I'd sure like to plug it into her anytime," Carlos smiled.