Chapter 2
Ever since her first job as a waitress, Joanne had realized that she could have her pick of the male customers. They liked to flirt with waitresses, and they especially liked to flirt with Joanne because she was a knockout. But she'd never been tempted to take advantage of the situation till now.
Mike was halfway across the country by now, and she could get away with anything she wanted to do. What she wanted to do most was fuck until she was glutted on it. She and Mike had never had time to do that, and she had a reservoir of pent-up lust that she ached to unleash. Why not pick out the first attractive customer who came on to her? It would be easy to get him into bed.
Joanne had never considered cheating before, but now she realized that it was the only way she was going to get full sexual satisfaction. She adored fucking her husband, but it was over too quickly, and then he was gone, leaving her to days and weeks of frustration. She wasn't willing to live that way any longer. What Mike didn't know wouldn't hurt him, she decided, so it was just a question of finding a lover.
At the lunch shift, which she usually worked, she spotted a new customer, a man in his mid-forties, very handsome and distinguished-looking. He was probably in town for some kind of convention. Joanne remembered that some surgeons were meeting this week, and her interest picked up. It would be exciting to make it with a sexy-looking doctor. As she went to take the man's order, she smiled enticingly.
He could hardly remember what he wanted to eat, he was so busy looking her over. Joanne could tell he was going to be easy. She could just imagine his situation: out of town, away from his wife, probably been married twenty years, and now tempted by a pretty young waitress with a fantastic body. Yes, she shouldn't have any trouble at all seducing this man.
"Are you here for the convention, sir?" she purred.
"The surgeons' convention, yes," he said, his eyes glued to her cleavage. She was purposely bending low, showing him her ripe tits. "I'll be here till tomorrow," he added.
"I hope you enjoy your stay," Joanne said, brushing against him.
"I'd enjoy it more with some nice company," he said, finally getting his nerve up. "How about having a drink with me when you get off work?"
"Why, I'd love to, doctor," she smiled. "Around five?"
He nodded. "I'll be here."
So she'd set things up for adultery, and she didn't feel a bit guilty. She had normal needs, and her husband wasn't taking care of them. Much as she loved him, Mike was leaving her sexually frustrated, and she just wasn't going to put up with it any more. For the rest of her shift, she fantasized herself with the handsome surgeon, and by the time five o'clock rolled around, she was hotly horny.
He was waiting for her in the hotel lobby, right outside the entrance to the restaurant. "By the way," he said, "my name's Frank."
"I'm Joanne," she said. Since they weren't giving last names, it was obvious that they were both married. That added to the naughty excitement she felt.
"Well, Joanne," he said, taking her arm and steering her toward the elevators, "the lounge is awfully crowded just now with people getting off work. I thought it might be more pleasant to have that drink in my room."
Well, Joanne thought, he really works fast. And of course she had no objection. The sooner they were in bed together, the better. She allowed him to escort her into the elevator and up to the fourteenth floor. He had a nice large room and a portable bar. She asked for a martini, and he mixed one expertly. He made himself a tall scotch and soda.
The thing about hotel rooms is, they're dominated by a great big bed. You can't get around that. As Joanne and Frank sipped their drinks and chatted, that bed seemed to get bigger and bigger, and Joanne's hungry pussy got hot and wet and swollen. She was dying to see Frank without his clothes on. She wondered what his cock looked like and whether it was already stiff for her. Soon she was creaming right through the crotch of her panties.
"Another drink?" Frank asked.
"Sure, why not?" Joanne smiled. "And if it's okay with you, I'll take off my shoes and stretch out on the bed. I've had kind of a long day."
"But of course, go ahead," he said, "and I'll join you. I feel like stretching out myself."
He not only took off his shoes, he got rid of his jacket and tie. He stretched out so close to Joanne that they could feel the radiating heat of each other's bodies, and she could hardly talk, she was getting so maddeningly horny. But Frank didn't rush her. As they talked, he started touching and petting her hand, and then he put his hand on her leg. These steps were very gradual, not alarming.
Then idly, almost as if he didn't notice what he was doing, he started unbuttoning her blouse. He went on chatting away, but Joanne didn't hear much of what he said. She was feeling the molten cream leaking from her aroused twat and soaking into her panty crotch. This guy was so polite, almost gentle, and yet he was turning her on like crazy.
He got her blouse open and drew it out of her skirt, exposing the tightly packed cups of her white lace bra. Her big full tits looked ready to burst from the dainty garment. Frank brushed his fingertips over the tops of her tits, and she shivered lustily. Still talking softly and soothingly, he reached behind her with one hand and unhooked her bra. He pushed the bra up out of the way, and her lust-swollen tits eased into their natural firm thrust.
"Gorgeous," he breathed.
He gently hoisted her heavy hot tits and raised them a little, at the same time dipping his head. Joanne felt his hot moist breath fanning her sensitive tits, and again she creamed a big sizzling burst of liquid that soaked her panties. Frank stuck out his tongue and started licking her large cone-shaped nipples, and she felt little shocks of pleasure streaking right down to her violently aroused pussy.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, slumping back against the padded headboard.
"You don't mind if I do this?" he asked gently.
"Noooo, it feels wonderful," she said.
She knew they were going to go all the way now, but she still didn't feel guilty. It all seemed to be so natural and pleasant. She gurgled with pleasure as Frank expertly tongued her light pink nipples into stiffness. When both soft cones had grown into long erect buds, he drew back to admire his work, ogling the rosy spit-soaked nubs. Then he eased off her blouse and bra, leaving her naked from the waist up.
Joanne gave him a lusty look beneath her natural thick black eyelashes and began unbuttoning his shirt. They seemed to be in perfect agreement-no last names, no complications, no rush. Just a nice long evening of love-making, and then never seeing each other again. That was exactly what she was looking for. She took off his shirt and stared hungrily at his broad chest, which was thickly matted with dark and silver hairs.
Wantonly she brushed her stiff nipples against his crisp chest hairs, and he jammed his mouth onto hers and gave her a long sensuous kiss, running his tongue around in her mouth. Joanne moaned and creamed again, very heavily. Her panties were so soaked with the hot liquid, she wouldn't be able to wear them home. She hadn't been this horny in ages, not since she was a teenager and necking in the back seat of parked cars. She had the same sense now of doing something wicked, forbidden and exciting.
Frank released her and let her slump down on her back. He ran his hands up under her skirt and quickly removed her pantyhose, then her cream-drenched panties. She was stark naked under her skirt, but he didn't raise it right away. Instead he ran both hands up there and squeezed and petted her soft little bush. That just about did it for Joanne. She was practically coming. She reached for his fly.
While she unzipped his pants, he slowly pushed up her skirt till he'd uncovered the neat black triangle of her bush. He pressed it, stimulating the swollen mound beneath, and Joanne's fingers quivered lustily as she opened his pants and tugged them down to his knees. His jockey shorts were obscenely tented by his steel-stiff cock. She eased the shorts down over his rigid boner.
He had a gorgeous prick, seven inches long, very thick, and stiff as a board. He quickly got rid of his pants and shorts, while she discarded her skirt. Naked, they ogled each other, and Joanne felt so horny, she was sure she'd come if she sneezed. All thoughts of Mike and her marriage were far from her mind by now. The hot juice seeped steadily from her famished cunt, puddling on the bedspread.
"Would you mind if I ate your pussy?" Frank asked.
"Mind? Of course not!" Joanne grinned and bent her knees and let her thighs fall wide open, showing him her moist red slit and its fine fringe of black curls. He gave a lusty growl and flopped belly-down between her eagerly parted legs. She felt his breath tickling her naked pussy. She knew he could see everything-her erect clit, the pearly stream of juice leaking from her cunt, the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter.
"Ahhhhhh, God, YES!" she gasped.
Frank had stuck out his tongue and begun to lash the lust-inflamed flesh of her pussy, and it felt delicious. Joanne held her legs wide open and gurgled ecstatically as he gave her an expert head job, snaking his tongue into every hot fold of her gash, whipping the highly sensitive flesh. She didn't think anything in the world could feel better than having a man's hot juicy tongue lashing her horny pussy.
He soon zeroed in on her clit, her most receptive organ, and was flicking it fast and hard with the stiff tip of his tongue, driving her into a frenzy of pleasure. She creamed heavily and uncontrollably, and Frank lapped up the tangy juice and swallowed it with a lusty growl. He tongue-lashed her clit faster and faster, till she was squealing shrilly and clawing at the bedspread.
"Oooo, fuck, it feels so good!" she shrieked.
"I'll make you come," he boasted.
But he wasn't kidding. This guy really knew what he was doing. He shoved his hands under her lustily writhing ass, held her still, and raised her pelvis off the bed. He brought her lust-stiffened clit right up to his mouth. Then he caught the juicy little button between his firm lips and started sucking on it, and the pleasure was so sudden and powerful that Joanne almost flew off the bed.
"AHHHHHH, YESSSSSS!" she wailed.
His sucking was loud and obscene, a wet slurping and snuffling noise that echoed through the room. It only added to her insane arousal, and she creamed heavily all over his bobbing chin. He sucked faster, harder, and she felt herself spinning right over the edge into a violent explosion of pleasure, her tall body bucking and convulsing.
"Unnnhhhh, you did it to me, I'M COMING!" she howled.
Frank pulled her even tighter against his face so that her scalding come-juice soaked his cheeks and chin. He sucked hard on her squirting clit and drank her come. She'd never met a man so into pussy-eating, so intensely excited by it. When she finally stopped coming, he was still eagerly tonguing her tangy hot slit.
"Mmmmm, that was beautiful," she sighed.
"I'm not finished," he told her.
"Terrific," she grinned.
This was turning out to be even better than she'd hoped. She needed to be fucked very badly, but she hadn't bargained on finding a guy who loved giving head. She kept her legs bent and wide open, giving him every inch of her steaming pussy to lick and taste, and he went at it with a snort of lust, his tongue stabbing and jerking at the swollen pink flesh.
This time he left her clit alone and concentrated on the small tight-muscled mouth of her cunt. He teased the little hole by rimming it with the stiff tip of his tongue, and Joanne fed him hot bursts of tangy juice. Then he began inching his thick slippery tongue up her cunt, and she went out of her mind with excitement. There was something so incredibly thrilling about feeling a hotly pulsating tongue inside her twat.
"Ooooo, yesss, stick your big tongue in meeee," she hissed.
Frank crammed his tongue right to the root in her snug little fuck hole, and she lay there gurgling in ecstasy. Already it was better than any session she'd had with her husband, because they weren't in a rush. They were taking their time, doing every kinky thing they wanted to, and to hell with the rest of the world. Nobody had to catch a plane, make a meeting, keep an appointment. Joanne wasn't even conscious of time as Frank began tongue-fucking her.
"Ahhhh, yessss, I LOVE IT!" she wailed.
He was jerking his tongue in her like a long slippery cock, cramming it stiffly up and down in her lustily gripping twat. It was a delicious sensation for the sex-starved young woman, and she responded with squeals and gurgles and moans. She fed him blast after blast of hot musky pussy cream, and he gulped it up with growls of lust. He was eating her out, and she was loving every second of it.
"Unnnhhhh, so damned good," she whimpered.
He gripped her hot little ass tightly, holding her in place as he reamed the steaming depths of her cunt with his spearing tongue. Joanne was in ecstasy, throwing back her head and screaming. She tightened her cunt around his plowing tongue and felt the hot pleasure building in her belly till she could hardly stand it.
"Unnnhhhh, God, make me come," she whimpered, "I'll die if I don't come."
In response Frank did something really kinky, something she'd never experienced before. He jammed his lips onto the mouth of her cunt and gave a prolonged powerful suck. It felt like he was suctioning all the thick hot cream right out of her box. Joanne gasped, whimpered, and felt her body begin to convulse in a powerful orgasm.
"AHHHH, I'M COMING, WHHAAHHH!" she screamed.
Frank sucked up her sizzling come-juice as she writhed, howled, and came. As fast as her spasming cunt filled with cream, he ate her out. Her delicious convulsions went on for a full minute before she went limp and panting for breath. Only then did Frank lift his cream-soaked face from her pussy. His eyes were hot and glazed with sexual excitement. He quickly got up and lightly straddled her chest, his trim ass grazing her stiff-nippled tits.
"Suck me a little, okay?" he panted.
Joanne eagerly fisted the thick hairy base of his handsome stiff cock and brought the engorged purple head to her lips. His piss hole was leaking thick globs of cream, and she stuck out her tongue and licked them up greedily. She rolled them around in her mouth, savoring the salty taste, and then swallowed the hot liquid. Frank panted as he watched her slip half his thick seven-incher into her mouth.
"Jesus, yes," he groaned, "suck my cock."
Joanne drooled hotly all over the head of his cock as she guided it into her mouth. She adored sucking cock, and she never got enough of it with Mike, who was always in a hurry to get somewhere. She stuffed in as much hot hard meat as she could and began sucking strongly and fast on his pulsating prick. He shivered lustily and groaned as she suctioned the hot juice out of his piss hole.
"Shit, yes, that's good," he said hoarsely.
His handsome face was getting red with lust, his mouth contorting in a big grimace of pleasure. His excitement infected her, and she sucked greedily and loudly on his cock, a lewd slurping noise that added to his wicked arousal. He fed her more and more bursts of hot salty juice, and she gulped it all down with a greedy gurgling noise.
"Unnnggghhhh, MMMMMMM!" she moaned.
With her free hand she cupped his balls and gave them a light exploratory squeeze. There wasn't much give. His big hairy nut sacs were swollen almost to bursting with their hot load of jizz. She knew she could have a whole steaming mouthful of that delicious juice, but even more she wanted to feel it exploding deep in her cunt. Her love-starved twat was aching to feel the man's rock-hard hammering cock. Excited by the prospect of fucking him, she sucked furiously on his hotly throbbing prick.
"Ahhhh, Christ, that's good, baby," he moaned, "but you better quit now before I come."
Joanne reluctantly let his rigid boner snap from her lips, and it splatted wetly against his belly, still stiff as steel. She expected him to slide down her body and cram his big hard prick into her, but instead he got off her and off the bed and walked over to the dressing table. It had a huge mirror, and he adjusted the mirror to reflect the bed. Joanne reddened-she'd never fucked in front of a mirror before.
Still the idea excited her, especially when Frank slid onto the bed again and positioned her on her hands and knees so she could receive his cock dog style. Molten juice spurted from her hotly aroused cunt and dribbled down her thighs. Frank knelt behind her and wedged the hugely swollen head of his dick into her tight little cunt mouth. She could see everything that was happening in the mirror.
"God, yes, get into me," she panted.
Frank gave a growl of lust and crammed his rigid seven-incher up her cunt. She watched it in the mirror as it spread her fur-fringed pussy lips wide and glided into her body. She saw her pearly cunt juice overflowing around the thick shaft of his prick and oozing down her inner thighs. His big hairy balls came to rest against her slit, and he paused for a moment, his engorged fuck tool deliciously sheathed in her juice-slick box.
"Ahhhh, yeah," he sighed, "it feels good. Do you like it, Joanne?" He was meeting her eyes in the mirror and grinning.
"Yes, I like it," she moaned, "I love the way your big hard cock feels in me."
It was turning her on like mad to be talking to him in the mirror and watching him fuck her. He grasped her slim hips and began pistoning his rigid cock deep and hard in her cunt, just the way she'd craved it all day. She urgently needed a good hard fucking, and he was giving it to her, his stiff boner reaming and cramming her hungry little twat. She clawed the bed and groaned in ecstasy.
"Ahhhh, yesss, that's it," she cried, "really fuck it to me, Frank, fuck my pussy good!"
He leered at her in the mirror and began fucking into her even harder and faster. Joanne watched their reflection in lusty fascination, watching his juice-soaked prick slam in and out of her cunt, seeing his thickly furred balls spanking her slit. She watched her big ripe tits wobbling and bouncing from the force of his fucking, and she saw that her pretty face was flushed and contorted in a grimace of pleasure.
Frank caught her eye again and growled, "Am I fucking you good, Joanne?"
"Yes, Frank, I love the way you're fucking me," she whimpered. "Ohhhh, yes, don't stop."
As his excitement mounted he fucked into her faster and faster, his belly smacking loudly against her ass. The bed began to creak and groan. Joanne threw back her head and screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy as his jack-hammering prick fucked her into a body-blasting climax. Her strong-muscled cuntal tube went vise-tight around his dick as she began to come.
"AHHHH, I'M COMING, UUNNNHHHH!" she moaned.
"Take my load," Frank gasped, "TAKE IT, AAAGGGHHHHHH!"
"Yes, give it to me, CREAM MEEEE!" Joanne wailed.
He jetted her cunt full of steaming jizz, and she took it with howls and squeals of ecstasy. No way was she sorry she'd cheated on her husband. The evening had been fantastic so far, and it wasn't over yet. She sensed that Frank was feeling just as lusty as she was, that the need to cheat had built in him till he couldn't handle it any longer. They both had to work it out of their systems.
They showered and went out for dinner-but not to the restaurant where Joanne worked. She might be ready to commit adultery, but she sure wasn't ready to have Mike find out about it. She didn't think she'd ever be ready for that. She needed this extra sex on the side, but she didn't want to ruin her marriage. If she played it cool, she decided, there was no reason why she couldn't have both.
After dinner she and Frank returned to his hotel room with the firm intention of fucking each other's brains out. They nearly succeeded. When Joanne finally left, towards dawn, her pussy was so sore and bruised, she could hardly walk. Yet it was a warm, satisfied feeling, a well-fucked feeling and that was a sensation she just didn't get with her husband.
So she'd cheated-and loved it. And she could hardly wait to do it again.