Chapter 2
The next day the guilt hit her and she became desperate. Dropping her pants for the first brawny kid to walk into the house was something awful. She'd behaved like a slut. If she kept it up it would wreck her marriage. She didn't want that. She needed Charlie. They'd been married too long for her to Start living alone. A kid like Clyde could give her sex, but nothing else.
The answer, of course, was to wake up Charlie, get him turned on to her needs. She had to try. She owed the marriage that much.
She went to a downtown shop that specialized in daring lingerie and bought some things to turn Charlie on. She bought a transparent black negligee, a flimsy pair of bikini panties and a sheer bra that would show all of her nipples. The saleswoman, a middle-aged blonde with knowing eyes, suggested a garter belt and stockings.
"Gets them all the time," the woman leered.
"I've never worn a garter belt," Monica said stupidly.
"Try it, honey. It'll work wonders!"
Monica remembered the pictures she'd seen in men's magazines. Many of the girls wore garter belts and stockings and they usually looked terribly sexy. Or maybe the girls looked sexy because they had their pussies exposed. It was all so terribly confusing. She took the saleswoman's advice and bought a thin black garter belt and two pairs of dark stockings.
"Have a good time, honey!" the saleswoman leered.
Monica dressed up for Charlie on one of the nights he worked late. She tried everything on and decided the saleswoman had been right about the garter belt and stockings. She wore them under the negligee without a bra and without panties. She looked so lewd in the mirror she had to control herself to avoid falling into an orgy of masturbation.
A pair of black sandals with three-inch heels finished the ensemble. By the time she finished touching up her make-up and spraying perfume at all the critical spots, she was so damn horny her pussy threatened to dribble juice all over her new stockings!
When Charlie came home, she handed him a drink and smiled at his ogling eyes.
"What the fuck is going on?" he said.
"You don't give me enough attention. I thought I ought to do something about it."
He looked her up and down. She could tell by his face that he was getting turned on. She was happy. She found reasons to walk around, giving him a show, teasing him with shadowy glimpses of her bare ass and cunt bush and swinging tits through the filmy negligee. He was wild about the garter belt and stockings. She drove him crazy by showing him her legs all sleek in dark hose and her thighs creamy white in contrast to the black garter straps.
"Do you like it?" she asked, sitting down opposite him and crossing her legs. "Do I look sexy?"
"You look like a hooker," he said quietly. "It's not you." Damn you! she thought. I'm just a woman! In a panic, she went to him, pulled him to his feet and threw her arms around his neck.
"Make love to me!" she pleaded.
She pressed her belly against his crotch, squirming her hips, rubbing her pussy against his slowly hardening cock. She cooed in his ear, telling him how much she wanted him.
"Jesus, Monica, what's come over you?" he gasped.
"You've got a hard-on--I can feel it!"
"Sure I've got a hard-on. With you dressed up like that, who wouldn't?" She realized she was almost dry-fucking him right there in the middle of the living room. His cock felt wonderful against her belly. She ran her hands over his arms and shoulders, pressed her mouth against his and pushed her tongue halfway down his throat. Charlie was no expert at French kissing and he soon had to come up for air.
"Jesus fucking Christ, take it easy!"
She groaned when he put his hands on her ass. Wriggling her butt under his fingers, she squirmed her tits against his chest and breathed in his ear.
"I want your big fat cock!"
"Sure, baby, sure, whatever you want. Doesn't Charlie always give you what you want?"
"Sit on the sofa, honey. Let me do everything!"
When he sat down, she stood before him and smiled seductively. She unfastened her negligee and slipped it off her body. Tossing the negligee away, she palmed her tits, lifting and cupping the heavy globes, pulling her nipples out into rubbery stalks.
She watched his eyes rake up and down her body. She was wearing only the garter belt and stockings and shoes and she had her thick dark cunt bush swaying in front of his face.
"Do you like my pussy, Charlie?"
"You know I do."
"As much as when we first got married?"
"Sure," he said, his eyes fixed now on the bulge of her hairy cunt mound.
She was hot. Her nipples were stiff and her cunt was tingling. When she pressed her thighs together, she could feel the juice squishing between her cuntlips.
"Take your pants off, honey," she crooned. "Let me see your cock."
Unbuckling his belt and working on his zipper, Charlie pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. His cock reared up long and hard, his cockhead swollen and his pisshole brimming with juice. Monica was gratified. At least she still turned him on. There was still hope. There was also that lovely cylinder of fuck-meat that would ream her needy pussy deep and hard!
She moved forward and straddled his thighs. He might think she looked whorish, but she could see by his eyes that the garter belt and stockings turned him on. She hoped he was aroused enough to give her a good fuck. Charlie had a habit of quitting before she even got started. That was why she wanted to do it in the living room. In the bedroom he would be thinking about sleeping. There was really no way a woman could fuck a sleeping man--it just didn't work! She needed Charlie awake. She needed his cock hot and throbbing and paying attention to her hungry pussy!
She mewled with pleasure when Charlie's hands reached up to grab her tits. They hadn't fucked this way in years and she was remembering now how nice it could be. The position allowed her to control the action, to move as fast or as slow as she wanted.
She lowered her body now. One hand on his shoulder to balance herself, the other hand positioning his cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole, she squatted down and impaled her dripping pussy on his throbbing fuck-pole.
She was sopping wet. Torrents of juice ran out of her pussy to coat his cock and balls. She took all of him, filling her gaping cunt with his hard meat, groaning as she felt the delicious stretching.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she crooned.
How lewd she must look, sitting there on his cock wearing a garter belt and stockings! She felt wanton and depraved. She wanted to squirm and grunt and gyrate her ass like an animal, but she held herself back because she knew Charlie would be shocked. There were limits, weren't there? She could go crazy with someone like Clyde, but not with her husband.
She did squirm enough to get the feel of his whole cock in her cunt and then she slowly raised up, lifting her cunt-channel off his fuck-pole until she had just his fat cockhead inside. Charlie still had her tits in his hands and when he tugged down she moaned and impaled herself again.
"Come on!" Charlie hissed. "Get moving!"
Yes, she had to move the way he wanted. She had to pump him. She had to drive her cunt-channel up and down on his meat until he got off. He didn't care about her. He wouldn't give her time to play a little, to get what she needed. He let her do the work, but she got nothing for it!
She pressed down on his cock, trying to force more of his throbbing meat into her pussy. She tried various angles and she managed to find one that gave her enough friction on her clit. Soon she was humping up and down on his fuck-pole, fucking him with a steady rhythm and getting her clit massaged at the same time.
"That's it, baby!" Charlie grunted. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and began chewing on it.
"Suck hard!" she groaned. Her hands clutching his shoulders, she rode him as though she were on horseback. His cock was just long enough so that she could feel his cockhead jabbing at her insides each time she came down on him. It was good. This was what a cock was made for. She could get off like this, if only he held back his load long enough. She used one hand to hold up the tit he was sucking. It felt good to have her boob in his mouth, to have him pulling on her swollen nipple while his cock stretched her cunthole and rubbed against her clit.
Moving faster now, fucking him in a frenzy, she closed her eyes and went to town. It was good fucking. She hadn't had so much fun with Charlie in years. How awful it would be if she didn't come! The tension was building up so bad now, she just had to get off!
He suddenly pulled his mouth off her tit and groaned. "Oh, shit, I'm coming! Yaaaaggghhh!"
She slammed her cunt down on his cock as he started spurting his hot jism. She got all of his load. At least she would get that much. She hadn't come, but it was nice to get a load of slippery jism in her pussy. Stuffing a wad of Kleenex in her crotch to keep his spunk from leaking out, she went to the bathroom to clean up.
Her cunt was flooded. She douched her pussy, peed and wiped herself. She held back the tears. Maybe she'd be able to get him up again. She wouldn't dare ask him to go down on her. He hardly ever did that and certainly not after he'd come. She would get his cock hard again and this time she would come.
Touching up her lipstick, she returned to the living room.
Snoring like an elephant, Charlie was fast asleep on the sofa.
The next morning Monica telephoned Clyde. It was hard to tell from the boy's voice whether he was surprised. "I thought you might stop off here if you're in the neighborhood," Monica said.
"Sure," he chuckled. "Put some beer in the frig."
Her hands trembled as she put the phone down. She found a six-pack in the kitchen and pushed it into the refrigerator. There was no way to avoid her guilt now. She had deliberately invited the boy to the house.
Clyde's truck arrived at noon.
When she let him in, it occurred to her for the first time that the truck was parked in front of the house. My God, the neighbors! she thought. This had to be the last time. If she saw him again, she would have to meet him somewhere. It was too dangerous this way.
Thoughts about the neighbors passed out of her mind when Clyde stripped his shirt off. Once again she found herself getting turned on by his hard young body.
"How about some beer?" he said.
He was so damn sure of himself! She brought out two cans of beer. She blushed as she watched him unbuckle his belt. This was what cheating was all about, she realized. No question, no doubts, no preliminaries. He had come to fuck her and there was no sense wasting any precious time.
Putting her beer down, she slipped off her blouse and unhooked her bra. She avoided his eyes as she massaged the undersides of her tits. Her cunt was on fire. God, how she needed fucking!
"I had a dream about your tits," Clyde grinned. He played with her tits as she finished undressing, holding them in his strong hands and pinching her nipples. When she was naked, he slipped one hand possessively over her bare ass. He was treating her as though he owned her and she loved it! The difference in their ages no longer mattered. He had taken possession of her. She felt a complete lack of will to do anything except what this boy wanted.
When they were both stripped, he pushed her shoulders down.
"Suck my cock," he said.
Taking hold of his cock, she lifted his fat cockhead to her lips. She could smell him. The male scent of his cock and balls brought a quiver to her pussy. Kneeling on the living-room rug, one hand holding the back of his thigh for support, she held his cock with the other hand and sniffed his pisshole.
Running her fingers up and down the veins of his cockshaft, she extended her tongue and began licking his velvety cockhead. She treated his knob as though it were an ice-cream cone. The more she licked, the more she liked the taste. He was completely hard now, his cock stiff at an upward angle and she had to bend it downward to get at his cockhead. After she had his knob thoroughly wet with her saliva, she licked down along his cockshaft to his balls. She licked his balls, first one egg and then the other and then she raised them up with her fingers and licked underneath.
She had never done anything like this with Charlie, not ever in fifteen years of marriage, not licking under his balls like this.
She ran her hand up and down Clyde's hairy thighs. She loved the feel of him, the way his muscles bulged under her fingers. He was an animal, a lean hard animal built for fucking.
Making a ring of her lips, she slipped her mouth over his swollen cockhead and gobbled up his cock until she had his knob at the back of her throat.
"Nice!" Clyde hissed. "That's good, Monica. That's very good. I like the way you give head. You've got class!"
She wanted to ask him if he'd been with a woman since the last time. She wondered how many women had sucked this gorgeous cock. Running around with that truck of his, he probably met hundreds of women. How many of them did he fuck?
Pulling back to his cockhead, she swirled her tongue over it and savored the salty taste of his juice. His knob was deliciously warm in her mouth, a spongy fruit perfect for sucking.
She was fascinated by how hard he was. Charlie sometimes got this hard, but not very often. It was thrilling to handle a big cock like this when it was hard as an iron bar.
She started sucking him with a steady-rhythm, bobbing her head up and down as she, mouth-fucked his cock, but soon he pulled his prick out of her mouth and playfully ran his wet cockhead over her nose.
"That's enough sucking," he said. "You've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, Monica! Let's fuck before I blow a load down your throat. Get your pussy into the bedroom."
After a final nibbling of his cockhead, she rose up and wiggled her way out of the room. She was drunk with the craziness of it all. He seemed to have a spell over her. How wanton she was! She wagged her ass at him as they moved into the bedroom.
She stretched out on her back on the bed with her legs apart to expose her oozing cunt.
When he looked at her, she raised her long slender legs up high and spread them open to show him all of her hairy crotch.
"I think you're asking me to eat you," he teased.
"Will you?"
"Maybe. But I call the shots, okay?"
She blushed. That was the way he wanted it and there was nothing she could do about it. He called the shots. Of course he did.
He was kneeling in front of her now. Was he really going to eat her pussy? Holding her breath, she looked down at him through her spread thighs. She was excited by the way he examined her, by the way his hot gaze raked over her gaping cunt.
She shivered as he ran a fingertip between her pouting cuntlips. He delved into the wetness of her cunt, spreading the lips apart, gazing at the pink-red meat. Then he looked at her face with mocking eyes.
"I'll eat that some other time," he said with a snicker. "I feel like fucking now."
She was disappointed, but then she felt him shifting forward to position his cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole. A moment later his hard cock was sliding smoothly into the depths of her yearning cunt.
The stretching of her pussy by his big cock brought a moan out of her throat. She squirmed her hips on the mattress, trying to get more of his meat inside her pussy. She no longer cared that she had a husband and a home and a marriage. She had a pussy full of hard male meat and that was all that counted.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Oh, God, fuck me!"
Holding her legs up on his arms, he began fucking her vigorously, each stroke of his cock causing her tits to wobble and her throat to gurgle with pleasure.
"You like that, baby?" he grinned.
"Oh, God, yes!"
He pushed her legs up higher, changing the angle so that his cock plunged deeper with each powerful thrust of his ass. She loved it. She loved the idea that she was completely in his power, that he was ravaging her tender pussy with his big hard cock.
He slammed away at her cunt, his chest heaving, his eyes fixed on her contorted face. She was thoroughly juiced up now and his cock made a squishing noise as it pistoned in and out of her gaping pussy.
Her head tossing back and forth on the pillow, she raised her ass up high to get the full force of his thrusting. She could feel his balls slapping against her asshole each time his cock pounded her juice-drenched fuck-channel. She tightened her legs around his back and began bucking her crotch back at his cock, meeting him stroke for stroke in a wild dance of lust.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" she cried suddenly.
Her teeth chattering, her cunt quivering with one delicious spasm after the other, she gasped and groaned through an orgasm. The hot channel of her cunt grabbed tightly at his cock, her thighs and legs holding him fast. He continued fucking her. It was marvelous! He seemed able to go on and on. It was like having some kind of crazy fucking machine between her legs, a machine with a permanently hard cock that kept pounding her oozing cunt.
Then, finally, he began coming. She was hungry for it. She wanted his hot young jism spurting in her pussy. She wanted the feel of his muscles tensing and his hips pounding her as he came.
"Yaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" he groaned.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Give it to me!"
He pumped away until his balls were drained and then he wriggled one last time before pulling out to roll away on the bed.
"God, what a lovely fuck!" Monica purred.
After cleaning herself up in the bathroom, she brought back a damp cloth and gently wiped the juice and jism off his cock and balls. She marveled at the semi-hardness of his cock. He had just fucked her and now he was apparently getting ready for a second round!
When he asked for a beer, she went meekly to the kitchen to get it for him. She had no idea why she found such pleasure in being subservient to him. He was a stranger and an eighteen year old at that. It was crazy. Yet the mere act of doing what he wanted brought a delicious shiver to her spine.
"Get me that bag," he said.
She brought him the small flight bag he'd carried into the house. Her eyes widened when he unzipped it and pulled out a Polaroid camera.
"I'd like some shots of your cunt," he said matter-of-factly. "You've got a pretty pussy."
"Oh, God, I don't know about that," she said. "I mean taking pictures is something I hadn't planned on."
He was silent for a time. Then he said, "Just a little posing, Monica. It's fun. After you see the pictures, you'll change your mind about it. Anyways, I thought you said you would do whatever I wanted."
She posed for pictures. She felt lewd and vulnerable at first, but then after a while she realized it was turning her on. She liked exhibiting her body. Since there was no part of her body more important than her cunt, she was thrilled at the idea of having a camera focused on her gaping pussy.
He took shots of her in various positions. Sometimes he had her on her back with her legs raised and sometimes he had her kneeling with her ass facing the camera. The shot she found most exciting had her sitting on a chair and looking directly at the camera with her legs wide open to show all of her cunt.
When he showed her the pictures, she trembled as she studied them. She had an urge to masturbate.
"Let me take a picture of your cock," she said.
She got him completely hard by pumping him with her fist. After she took the picture, she put the camera aside and sucked him off.