Chapter 6
"Jesus Christ," Hal moaned, glancing at his watch. "It's going on six o'clock. I gotta get home, or Sandra's gonna be furious."
"So what?" Candy asked, smirking at him as she buttoned her clothes. "Wasn't the afternoon worth it?"
"Of course it was. You know that. I just don't want her to ask too many questions, that's.all. I'd hate to have her watching what I do too closely."
"So would I, especially now that we've gotten together. I'd like to do this with you a lot more."
"Same here, baby. Same here."
"Finish dressing, and I'll drive you back to the station."
Hal jumped out of Candy's car and strode across the parking lot. He waved at Jerry. "Any problems?" he called out.
Jerry shook his head no and watched as Hal got into his truck, started the engine, and took off for home. You bastard, Jerry thought. You think you're going home to a pleasant evening with your wife after screwing hell out of that cute little hazel-eyed bitch all afternoon. Well, it might just not be as pleasant as you think. He walked into the garage, ready to finish working on Sandra's car.
When Hal pulled into the driveway, he noticed that his wife's car was nowhere in sight. Why would she be out at this time of day? It was very unlike her. He was used to having dinner hot and waiting on the table when he walked through the front door. Oh, well, maybe it was just as well if she were not home tonight. It was going to be a little hard facing her after spending the whole afternoon in the woods fucking her best friend.
As Hal closed the door behind him, he saw to his surprise that Sandra was sitting in the living room. Her back was to him, and she did not look up when he came in. He sniffed the air. There was no dinner cooking.
"Are you okay, Sandra?" he asked.
She did not answer. Hal was beginning to worry. Every major fight they had had began with the silent treatment. Sandra expected him to guess what was troubling her, and when he could not read her mind, she blew up at him. God, he thought, I don't need that, not tonight of all nights.
He walked into the living room and stood right next to her chair. It was just as well to get the confrontation over as quickly as possible. That way maybe there would be some sort of settlement before the evening was over. "I asked if you're okay," he said quietly.
Sandra looked up at him, hatred smoldering in her eyes, and then, before he could step away, she grabbed the crotch of his pants. Hal let out a pained yelp as her fingers pinched his sensitive gonads. With her free hand, she yanked down his zipper and reached into the gap in the front of his jeans. Looping five fingers around the flaccid stalk of his long penis, she pulled it out into the light.
"What the hell is going on?" Hal asked. Sandra never acted like this, never. She was the passive one. That was the way it had always been.
She smirked up at him, a cruel gleam in her eyes. "I just wanted to check it out. I thought maybe the skin would be rubbed off, you know, from too much exertion." She gave his vulnerable shaft a hard squeeze.
"I don't know what you mean," Hal stammered, trying to back away. It was no use. Sandra had him exactly where she wanted him, her hands on his penis and balls. Her long fingernails dug into his tender flesh, and, despite himself, Hal could feel his prick beginning to harden.
"I know who you were with this afternoon, so come off the act!" she replied, spitting out the words and digging her nails even harder into his balls.
Hal's heart was pounding. How had she found out? Who had told her? Had she seen the two of them in the woods? "Sure," he said, trying to sound casual. "Candy came by and said there was some kind of noise in her engine. She asked me to go for a ride with her to listen to it, and I did. I would have done the same for any customer."
"And stayed out all afternoon? An hour ago or less I called your garage to see if my car was done, and I found out you were still away."
"Uh, I had some errands to do."
"Bull shit!" Sandra shouted, almost stumbling over the unaccustomed words. "I bet you were out some place with Candy, and I bet she did this." Before he even knew what was happening, Sandra leaned to- ward him and sucked his thick, stiffening penis into her mouth. Her wet tongue slid over its shining tip, caressing it lewdly, bringing him rapidly to full hardness, making the engorging blood pump through his expanding veins.
"My God, Sandra, this isn't like you! It's, oh, my God, it's tremendous!" He arched his hips forward as her sucking grew even more intense.
Sandra's long fingers spider-tracked over her husband's balls, feeling the smooth, hair-studded flesh and raising goose bumps on his legs and thighs. She had decided to take what was hers. Why should another woman, even her best friend, have it? If he could spend his afternoon having sex with Candy, he could spend the evening taking care of his wife. Sandra licked at his burgeoning shaft, swirling her tongue over it and tasting his dried mansweat. She wondered whether she was picking up the flavor of Candy as well, but pushed the thought from her mind. Right now, Hal and his immense equipment were hers, and she was in total control.
Low, mewling sounds came from Hal's throat. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back and gasped for breath. "Jesus, baby, suck me. Suck hell out of me. Oh, shit, it feels so gooooooood!"
He could hear the slurping sounds of her sucking mouth. She was like a calf nursing at its mother's swollen teat, relentless, ever demanding, racing toward satisfaction. Hotness surrounded Hal's prick. Sandra's wet mouth was like a blast furnace, melting him into submission. He whimpered quietly, his knees shaking so hard he could hardly stand up. He looked down at her to watch the dripping wetness of his full erection slide quickly in and out of her ovalled mouth. The redness of her lipstick left long streaks along the length of his shaft. His cock had never appeared so huge and strong. The blue veins stood out hugely along its marble hard length, and he could actually see the pulsations of the blood coursing through them. If Sandra did not bring him to climax soon, he felt as if he would explode. She was taking all of him now, driving his punishing shaft far down into her gullet. In and out, the friction growing more intense with each thrust, she coaxed him along toward the towering brink of extreme sensation.
As she worked on Hal, Sandra squirmed out of her clothing. She lifted her lush buttocks and pushed her short skirt down her long, tapering legs. Next came her blouse. Her trembling fingers moved from button to button until she had the front of it completely open.
Hal could see the firm, enticing curve of her breasts and the excited erectness of her sensitive nipples. Her sucking of him had elevated her to a state of complete, passionate readiness. She wriggled about, her entire body screaming with raw passion.
Reaching down, Hal eased her flimsy blouse off over her shoulders, taking time to run his fingers over the alabaster smoothness of them. His wife was beautiful, he knew that for sure. Now she was acting as though she were ready to put that beauty to full use, and he could hardly believe it was happening.
Sandra wiggled out of the blouse, and Hal's hands moved down the front of her burningly hot body to cup themselves over her breasts. He squeezed gently, feeling the fullness of her spongy, yielding flesh. All she wore now was a pair of lacy panties. There was almost nothing in his way.
"Lie down on the floor," he whispered, "and let's sixty-nine." He had to taste cuntflesh, and he had to have it right now. He could imagine the tangy, ball-stirring flavor of it, but that was not enough.
Without protest, Sandra slid to the floor, using both hands to bring him down with her and at the same time never missing a stroke in her wild oral caressing. With immense effort, Hal pivoted his taut body above her, moving slowly around to where he could get at her fabric covered pussy. His face directly above her groin, he paused, taking in the beauty of her. The panties hid little, and he could see her lush blonde pubic bush clearly outlined inside them. Tiny wisps of curling fuzz peeped out from the tight leg opening of her trim bikini, and they seemed to beckon him on.
Sandra was dissatisfied with Hal's being clothed. Savagely, she yanked at his belt, managing its heavy buckle, and opening it so she could get to the button at the waistband of his jeans. She undid it and began pushing his pants down over his slim, muscular thighs. Hal arched his body over her, keeping his legs as straight as possible, supporting himself on his toes. Sandra pushed again and again, and soon his pants were bunched at his knees. Still her constant fellatio went on, making his cum-laden testicles churn with the desire to vomit out their richness.
Sandra pushed again, and Hal's pants were at his ankles. He kicked them off over his feet and felt immensely free, the way he had felt in the woods with Candy. Her hands running up and down his inner thighs, ruffling the thatch of golden fur, Sandra nibbled and ate at her husband's hugely distended penis. Its smoothness slid over her wriggling tongue, and she marveled anew at the marble-slick quality of its surface. Had it felt like this to Candy, she wondered. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe nothing had gone on between them. If it had, how could Hal be this ready for sexual action again so quickly? Whatever the case, tonight he was hers, and she was determined to use him for her ultimate pleasure.
The image of the female spider came to Sandra's mind. The spider tore her mate to pieces at the end of the mating process. She would not do that to Hal, but after she was finished with him he would feel as if he had been torn apart.
Squirming and wiggling, Hal removed his shirt. Now he hung above his wife naked and totally aroused. The perspiration ran from his armpits to drip onto Sandra's creamy thighs. Through flared nostrils he smelled her sex. The crotch of her lace panties was wet now with the effects of her female arousal. He longed to suck the moist leakings from her sexy little briefs. With trembling fingers, he urged her legs apart.
Eagerly, Sandra parted her thighs, splaying her legs wide and giving him room to explore, Reaching in, he ran his fingers over the crotch of her panties. They were wet, very wet, exciting evidence that his wife was flowing with passion. He licked his rubbery lips, longing to suck up the tangy flavor of her cunt juice.
"You've been a naughty child," he said teasingly. "You've wet your pants, just like a baby!" Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked the musky flavored juices from his fingertips.
Sandra gave a salacious grunt and lifted her buttocks from the floor, as though she were begging him to eat. He could feel the taut muscles of her boiling gullet closing tightly around the hugely swollen shaft of his cock and knew he was going to have some work catching her up to him. Supporting himself with both hands, he bent down and fastened his strong lips over the crotch of her panties.
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh," Sandra groaned as he began suctioning her pussy juice through the filmy fabric. As he sucked, she kept hunching her pelvis upward, rubbing his face with her moist, hotly aroused crotch. Her silky inner thighs slid against his cheeks, urging him on invitingly. Before long, the whole lower half of his face was wet with her female juices. The musky, arousing scent of them floated through his body, making his veins pump excitedly. He could hear his heart beating and felt as though it might burst with lustful passion.
Now, Hal reversed his action and began pouring his warm saliva into the crotch of the filmy pants. Sandra moaned as she felt the new wetness flood her tingling pussy. Her ears were filled with the lewd sounds of her husband's slurping mouth. She wiggled her buttocks from side to side, out of her mind with passion as she continued with her everlasting sucking of his big, pre-cum leaking cock.
Again and again, her lushly smooth thighs caressed Hal's face, and she wondered what she must taste like to him. If it was half as good as the flavor of the clear liquid that oozed in a steady stream from the tip of his huge, distended prick it was no wonder he seemed crazy with passion.
"Oh, God," Sandra moaned, taking her mouth from Hal's penis for only a second. "Oh, God, honey, you make me feel so go- oooood!"
Hal grunted. He had had enough of sucking at her panties. It was time to stop teasing himself and to run his tongue into the real thing. He reached under the tight elastic band at the top of her bikini and began to pull it downward.
"Oh, oh yes!" she exclaimed, her voice breathy. "Make me naked. I want to be open. Then eat me, baby, eat my spreading box." With a deep throated moan, she lifted her buttocks from the floor, helping him to slide her wet panties down her legs and off over her kicking feet.
Hal gazed down at the slight rise of her pubic mound with its thatch of fleecy curls. Again, he sniffed it, hungry as a dog after fresh meat. The wetness of the spot was tremendously exciting to him. His own spittle mixed freely with her cuntal leakings, her pubic fuzz matted and stuck together with the copious moisture.
He nosed his way into her sweet smelling vee, and she groaned with passion as his big, thick tongue made the first arousing contact with the pouting, blood-swollen lips of her tingling pussy. He lashed feverishly into the fleshy interior warmth of her, and she pushed her legs even wider apart, inviting him inward, ever inward.
Her tautly drawn lips encircled his rigid erection, sucking and milking at it, coaxing out the thick creamy hotness of his sperm. She weighed his bloated testicles in her smooth palms, trying to assess the size of the load they carried. It would be huge. It always was.
Suddenly, she was shot to a whole new plateau of lust. His tongue flicked over the swollen bulb of her sensitive clitoris. Raising her knees, she closed her thighs around her husband's blond head, squeezing him closely, hugging him to her, encouraging him to eat more. She shuddered and shook convulsively at the sensation of his tongue laving the full, hair-studded length of her vaginal crack. She thrilled to the feeling of his spreading the lips and probing into her moisture soaked interior.
"Ummmmmmmmm, feels so special," she groaned. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop 'til you make me come all over your face."
She squirmed in continual excitement, her pelvis squirming and her hips lifting toward his mouth, urging that he take more and more of her.
Feverishly she licked at him, swirling her soft, pink tongue all over his burgeoning prick shaft. She could feel it swelling even larger in her mouth. Before much longer she would have what he had to give. The bitter sweetness of his hot, freshly churned cum would plummet down into her gullet to slosh in her wet, dark belly.
"Oh, yeah, yeeeeeeees, babe. Suck it now. Hard. Hard!" Hal shouted.
She felt his semen begin its upward rush, and she grabbed his pulsing buttocks with both hands, pulling him against her face and ramming his big prick all the way down her aching throat.
"Uhhhhhyyeeah!" he screamed, his whole body quivering as the jets of steamy sperm raced up his swollen urethra and cannoned deep into her throat, spattering into her gullet and running down into her body. She sucked as wildly as before, draining every drop, tasting of his manhood, and relishing the thick sweetness of it.
Even in his exhausting completion, Hal dropped his head once more to her crotch and began again to run his hot tongue over and over the sensuous, pink folds of her euntal slit. In seconds, he had her lifting her pelvis to him, begging him to eat of her, silently demanding that he lick her to climax.
"Ohhhhhhh, eat it. Please eat it!" she cried, her voice rasping and taut with passion. She tossed her head about on the floor, her lust-crazed eyes squinting up at his rapidly deflating cock. God, she thought, I love it when it's hard, but it's beautiful when it's soft too. It dangled above her like a bunch of fresh fruit, the length of it still shining with her spittle.
Suddenly, Sandra was much too busy to think any more about cocks or anything else. She felt her body cresting. The tingling sensations that played along all her nerve endings came together in her flaming crotch, and she was climaxing.
"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEAAA!" she howled, her back actually leaving the floor as she twisted and turned, helpless under her husband's ever sucking mouth. Her twat flowered open like a morning glory, and her liquids flooded out of her, drenching Hal's face with musky moisture. He lapped up as much of it as he could get, swallowing greedily and filling his system with her food.
Totally drained, Sandra fell back onto the floor, her head spinning, her eyes closed. Hal turned his body and lay down beside her. Their lips found one another, and she could taste the earthiness of her body fluids on his mouth as they kissed, hungrily, greedily, sensually. Hal hugged her to him, her heavy breasts mashing against his smooth, hard chest. His penis nudged against her belly, and she could feel it growing erect again. Her man was beyond belief, always ready, never satisfied. She wriggled against him, encouraging him to become more aroused. He would want to fuck her now, and she was more than ready.
Little by little, Hal began a rhythmic movement, rubbing his body against hers, bringing soft groans of pleasure from her throat. His hands played over her naked flesh, tracing softly across her silken skin, following every flaring curve and dipping into each hidden valley.
"I want to fuck," he whispered.
"I know. Me too," she answered with a breathless giggle. "Let's rest a minute first."
"I want to do it special, tight, you know," he said, his fingers finding their way to the long, hairless crack of her buttocks.
"Tight? What do you mean?"
"You know. Here." His fingers came to rest on her tightly clenched anal button.
"Are you out of your mind?" she shrieked, pulling away from him. "Do you think I'm some kind of animal? Is that what Candy let you do with her this afternoon?"
"I ... no ... I just ... Where are you going?"
Hurrying to her feet, Sandra started for the front hall, tripping and nearly losing her balance in her effort to put distance between herself and her husband.
"Where are you going?" Hal repeated, getting up and coming toward her.
Opening the hall closet, Sandra grabbed a coat and threw it on over her nude body. "Out. Anywhere. I'm going for a drive. I have to think. Don't.try to follow me." She slammed the front door behind her and ran across the yard. It was only then that she remembered her car was still out for repairs.