Chapter 2
"Do as I say, damn it!" Morgan hissed at her daughter. "Your husband is going to leave you for good if you don't start making things better around here!"
Morgan pulled the knee-length rabbit coat out of the closet and thrust it at Monique, her daughter. "Put this on and go find him. Do whatever you have to do, but convince him that it's worth his while to stay here!"
"But--" Monique whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.
The fight had started hours earlier, and when Morgan arrived at the house to spend a "comfortable weekend with my lovely family" everything exploded. Adley, Monique's husband, stormed out of the house, promising to never return. Lane and Phillip, Monique's sons, nearly came to fists before they were split up. Lane and Phillip promptly left the house, promising, like their father, to never return, each adding that if he saw the other the fist fight would be long and bloody.
Monique started for her closet. She was completely naked. Before she reached her destination, Morgan grabbed her by the elbow and stopped her with a forceful jerk.
"Put the coat on and go find your husband," Morgan said, a hint of violence in her tone. "It's the only chance you've got of keeping this family together."
"But I'm not dressed!" Monique wailed, her mind spinning crazily.
Morgan shook her head slowly, looking at her daughter's succulent body. "That's where you're wrong. You're dressed just right for the occasion. Now do what I've told you. I know best in matters like this!"
Monique could not face up to Morgan's greater will power. She slipped her arms into the rabbit coat and buttoned it. The coat came to several inches above her knees. The lapels covered her lusciously rounded tits, but still displayed a cock-hardening portion of her cleavage.
"You're sure?" Monique asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. Now go, my child. Go and do what you know you have to do." Morgan's expression softened as she continued. "Let yourself go, for a change. Just let your inhibitions slide away and I promise you, your husband will be back in your bed and not wanting to leave."
When Monique left the room, Morgan turned to Karla, her granddaughter. Morgan smiled at the teenager. She could tell that Karla, like Monique, was given a lusty nature. Morgan figured it ran in the family.
"Take your clothes off," Morgan said, putting her hands on her hips and studying the young girl's body. "We're getting dressed for action."
"What?"
"You heard me. We're getting dressed for action. You and I are going to be fighting, just like your mother is, to keep this family together. Those damn men--your father and brothers-- don't know how good they've got it here. And since they don't know, we're going to have to tell them--and show them. Trust me, Karla, this is the best way of keeping the family together."
Karla nodded her head and whispered, "Yes, I'm sure you're right. You always are, aren't you?"
Morgan, pleased with what her granddaughter had said, went to the chest of drawers and began taking out undergarments, selecting each item with a critical eye, trying to decide what young Karla would look the sexiest in.
Monique felt absolutely petrified being in the car wearing just the fur coat--even though she knew that it was impossible for anyone to know that she didn't have anything on beneath the coat.
She wasn't the type of woman who could talk about her own sexuality, in or out of bed. She just didn't do that sort of thing. Though she loved taking her husband's big, hard cock between her cuntlips, wrapping her legs around his waist to that he could hammer it home, she never talked about sex.
But that was going to change now. She was convinced of it. Or rather, her mother had convinced her that it had to change. If it didn't, there was a very real chance that Monique would never see Adley again.
Monique was a beautiful woman, but she didn't fully realize it. She knew that she had a certain physical charm that some men found attractive, but she had no idea how magnetic her own good looks were.
She had soft, honey-blonde hair, cut straight across at the eyebrows, then falling down her cheeks to curl in just below her shoulders, Monique had worn her hair the same way for years. It gave her a subtly European appearance.
Her eyes were light-brown, and had a rather feline appearance, coming up at the corners. She had a narrow, straight nose and a medium mouth with full lips.
Her body was perfectly tuned and proportioned. Standing five-foot-eight and having a 36C-23-35 figure, she was a woman who could give men hard-ons with just a glance.
But Monique never really believed this. That's why she always dressed conservatively, covering up as much of her body as she could fashionably get away with. She just didn't think she was a very sexy woman, even though Adley, her husband, always told her otherwise.
She turned into the parking lot of the saloon where she figured Adley would be. He always went there whenever he had an argument with Monique.
Monique switched off the ignition and reached into her clutch purse, pulling out a cigarette. She needed to calm her nerves and muster her courage before going in to find Adley.
Inhaling the smoke deeply, then blowing it out the open window, Monique wondered what it would be like inside the saloon. The parking lot was almost full of cars. Another busy Friday night.
As Monique smoked her filtered cigarette slowly, she felt a heat building in her pussy, a moisture coming to her cuntlips.
Was she really getting horny thinking about walking around with nothing on beneath her coat? Impossible! But it was true! Monique, always so conversative with her body, was getting hot and horny at the prospect.
It was then, for the first time in Monique's life, that she realized the exhibitionist streak that was in her. She suddenly realized that subconsciously she had always covered up her body as much as possible because, in her heart of hearts, she wanted to do just the opposite, and she was afraid of letting herself go.
Monique hands began trembling. She dragged harder on the cigarette.
Could it be true? It seemed too unbelievable, but the heat in her cunt continued to build, and she squirmed uncomfortably in the car.
In her mind's eye she could picture herself taking off her coat and displaying her succulent, golden body to countless men she didn't know. Her nipples grew erect. With her rapid, shallow breathing they rubbed against the inside of her coat, sending tingles throughout her slender body.
Her clit was also tingling, concealed between the tight pink petals of her cuntlips.
A sultry, uncharacteristic smile curled up Monique's mouth as she came to realize her own true nature.
She suppressed the smile as she walked through the saloon. The men, most of them hard-working blue-collar types, all gawked lustfully at her, their eyes taking in her long, lean legs, watching her tits rolling tautly on her chest inside the coat.
The pussy-juice was really oozing to Monique's cuntlips now. Whatever doubts she had had about her own exhibitionism were gone.
She was going to fuck Adley, maybe even suck his cock, which was something she seldom did. Monique was determined to show Adley the hottest, most sexually satisfying evening of his life, of their marriage. And when she was done, the whole idea of leaving her would seem absolutely ludicrous to him.
She found him sitting in a booth by himself, staring at the beer foam in his glass. It was obvious to Monique that Adley had been downing his beers quickly, no doubt trying to forget the wild argument they'd had.
"Hi, sailor," Monique said, her voice just loud enough to be heard above the juke box. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Adley looked up slowly, and he didn't smile when he saw Monique. He didn't say anything at all. He just looked at her, his eyes smouldering with anger.
Monique went to the bar and ordered a beer for Adley and a gin and tonic for herself. When she returned, she slipped into the booth beside her husband. Her clit was really tingling now, and only the thickness of her rabbit fur coat prevented the hardness of her nipples from being seen.
"I'm sorry, darling," Monique said quietly.
Adley refused to look at her. He stared forward, seeing nothing, sipping his drink quickly.
"I know you haven't been happy with me, but I'm going to change that. And I'm going to change my ways . . . tonight. I'm going to make you a happy man."
"And just how in hell do you propose to do that?" Adley asked angrily, finally breaking his silence.
Monique battled with herself to speak the words she knew she had to say. She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, "By giving you a blow-job. Right here, right now."
Adley snorted contemptuously, not believing what his wife had just told him.
Monique finished her drink with one gulp and put her hand between Adley's legs, feeling the long lump of his cock resting inside his pants, soft and uninterested. She knew she could change that.
She fondled his cock through his pants, feeling it twitching softly, stretching slowly. It was clear that Adley still didn't believe she was going to crawl beneath the table and suck his cock. To do something like that was completely out of character for Monique Amondson . . . or so he thought.
Monique looked around the saloon. If she crawled under the table, there would still be several people who could see her. The whole bar couldn't, but the people at the table parallel to the booth could easily see under it, and would have a clear view of her beautiful face rolling back and forth as she sucked his big, meaty prick deep into her mouth.
Without looking at Monique, Adley whispered angrily under his breath, "You're all talk. You've always been that way. You appear to be this beautiful, sexy woman. But in truth what are you? Cold and lifeless. That's the truth, Monique. That's the sad, fucking truth." Monique slipped under the table as quickly as possible. The more people who saw her move, the more people who would pay attention to her while she sucked cock. Though she truly did want to be watched as she dragged her succulent red lips back and forth over Adley's delicious prick, she didn't want to cause too much of a commotion.
She settled her knees beneath her, spreading her coat out. Her clit was tingling madly, and she could feel pussy-juice almost trickling from her hot cunt. Monique glanced to her left and saw that the men at the table had indeed watched her slide under the table and move between Adley's legs.
The situation was perfect. Monique had three horny men watching her. Enough for an audience, but not so many that she would cause a riot.
Looking at them, she raised a finger to her lips, signaling that she wanted them to be quiet about what she was doing. One of the men raised his hand and put his first finger to his thumb, raising the other three fingers in the universal signal for "okay".
Monique blew the men a kiss, then turned her attention back to her husband's crotch, and the cock that was waiting for her lips and tongue inside his pants.
"Well I'll be a son of a bitch!" Adley whispered as Monique tugged down the zipper of his pants and reached into the open fly.
She jerked his cock out quickly, afraid that her husband's cock would soon get too hard. His prick was twitching, but it was flexible enough for Monique to accomplish her task.
She held his cock in her right hand, staring at his large, conical, fleshy pricktip. Though she had never been particularly fond of giving her husband head, the sight of his cock now made her pussy tighten up in response, and she felt her mouth begin to water with anticipation.
"I love your cock," Monique murmured, loud enough so that only Adley could hear her.
She stroked his prick slowly, feeling it throb against her palm, getting harder by the second. Monique purred softly, her clit itching for attention, her nubby nipples fiery buds of flesh that needed a mouth to suck on them.
When Monique glanced over at the men again, her eyes turned glassy with excitement.
It was all clear to Monique. Her aloofness toward sex had simply been because she was too hungry for it.
Purring like a contented kitten, she brought her mouth to the head of her husband's cock and kissed his fuck-knob lovingly.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, planting light, smacking kisses on his warm, spongy cockhead.
She snaked her tongue out, curling it around his cockhead. Monique felt his pricktip flex against her tongue, blood pumping into his cockshaft to make it stretch out. Within seconds, Adley's enormous prick had grown to its full size of nine fiery inches long.
"I love your cock, my darling," Monique whispered, then pushed her lips over the crown of his cock to take his entire pricktip into the warm, moist recesses of her mouth.
His cock tasted different somehow. More exciting. Monique couldn't explain why her husband's big cock was so tantalizing to her taste buds, but it was. The taste of his prick, the feel of it flexing and vibrating between her ovaled lips, thoroughly delighted her.
She squeezed her lips tightly around the thick shaft of Adley's prick, swirling her tongue against the underside of his cock and down his shaft at the same time. Between her pink cunt-lips, Monique could feel her clit buzzing with excitement, seething with lust. Moaning softly she pushed her face deeper into Adley's lap, sucking his cock between her lips until his huge pricktip was nudging against the back of her mouth.
Above the table, Adley sat quietly, his eyes closed in concentration and confusion as he felt his beautiful wife's soft, warm, supple lips working over his prick. This was the kind of behavior he had always wanted from her, and now he was finally getting it. He promised himself that if Monique could continue her lewd, wanton ways, he'd return to their house.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique moaned, holding his cockhead in her mouth as she stroked her right hand up and down over his throbbing cockshaft.
Her pink, slick tongue was in constant motion against Adley's cockhead. She tongued the delicious head of his prick lovingly, savoring its meaty, manly flavor, squirming as she felt the hard wooden floor against her bare knees.
Using her left hand, Monique rubbed Adley's balls through his pants. She could never get Adley's enormous cum-churning balls out of his fly along with his cock, so the lovely blonde, with her lips stretching around the wide, fiery shaft of his prick, had to content herself with just fondling them through the material.
"Mmmmmmm!" Monique moaned, pulling her face up.
Her moist, red lips glided over his cockshaft, then slipped up over the ridge of Adley's cockhead. Holding just the tip of his cockhead between her lips, she flicked her tongue against his slitted pisshole, and Monique was rewarded with-a pungent-tasting drop of salty pre-cum.
Holding the tip of his cockhead between her lips, Monique raised and lowered her right fist, stroking her husband's prick. She worked the skin over the inner core of muscle, enjoying the hardness of Adley's cock. Sucking passionately on his big, throbbing prick, Monique couldn't remember a time when Adley's cock had ever been harder.
Yes! thought Monique as she gulped his red-hot prick to the depths of her mouth. This is what Adley has always wanted me to do, and this is what I have always wanted to do. The real me is finally coming out.
Nibbling on his cock, Monique promised to thank her mother for the sound advice she had volunteered.
"I love your cock!" Monique whispered, her lips nuzzling Adley's cockhead as she spoke.
Her clit was a red-hot nub that sizzled between her tight cuntlips. Monique threw her face down, her jaws gaping open as Adley's nine-inch prick flexed mightily deep in her mouth. She curled her tongue around his meaty, bone-hard fuckshaft, shivering with delight, her own passion soaring as never before as she sucked his prick.
"Ohhhhhh!" Adley sighed, his eyes still closed.
Monique turned her face a little to the left. The three men were still at the table, still watching her as she gave the blow-job. Looking at them while her lips were stretched around Adley's prick turned Monique on. She rotated her lips around the head of his cock, looking at the men, giving them a wanton show that they would never forget.
She chewed the shaft of her husband's cock with her lips, tenderly nibbling on the bone-hard shank of muscle. Quivering with lust, Monique fondled Adley's enormous balls, squeezing his cum-churning nuts and pushing them against his body as she worked her lips, teeth and tongue over as much of his prick as she could fit into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmft!" Monique slurped, pulling up until her lips slipped over the ridge of Adley's pricktip and the top of her head was nearly touching the underside of the table.
Monique squeezed her husband's balls lovingly through his slacks, feeling them, knowing that if she sucked on Adley's cock long enough his balls would release their wad of cum against her tongue. The thought of sucking down all of Adley's hot, pungent cum while three strange men she'd never met watched her was entirely erotic to Monique, making her clit buzz with tension, hot, slick pussy-juice oozing to the lips of her seething pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Keep going, baby," Monique heard her husband whisper. "You're doing just great!"
It was strange for Monique to hear her husband talking to her that way. Normally, when they were in bed together and he was ramming his big cock hard and fast into her pussy, he never said much to her. Since she never responded verbally to anything he said, Adley just pounded his cock into her cunt until he came, then rolled over and went to sleep.
"Mmmmmmmft!" Monique purred, flicking her tongue against Adley's piss-hole to lick off the pre-cum that had formed there.
She sucked slowly, dragging her moist, succulent lips over his turgid cock. Whenever she gulped the big prick deep into her mouth, she tried to take a little more of it between her lips than the previous time. But no matter how hard she tried, Monique just couldn't gulp Adley's big, throbbing cock down her throat.
Crooning lustily, she allowed his mushroom-shaped cockhead to rub against the back of her mouth/nearly choking her. As she filled her mouth with Adley's cock, Monique ran the tip of her tongue slickly down his fiery fuckshaft. Her right hand moved up and down the oval-shaped shaft of Adley's prickmeat, tantalizing that portion of the incredible cock that she couldn't fit into her mouth.
Monique threw her face down over his cock. His spongy cockhead pounded against her tonsils, almost pushing down into her throat. Her shoulders jerked; Monique's chest heaved as she nearly choked on his cock.
"Easy, baby," Adley whispered, the tension in his balls becoming unbearable. "Don't choke on it. You're doing just fine! Keep going, baby, and I'll cum in your mouth!"
Monique's jaws were beginning to ache. She wasn't accustomed to sucking cock, and her jaws hurt from being opened so wide for so long.
It was all so very, very strange for her. She turned her face, still holding Adley's cock in her mouth, and looked at the three men seated at the table opposite hers. They were watching her with wide eyes. She suspected that all three of them had hard-ons they were trying to keep hidden beneath the table.
The pre-cum was oozing more freely out of Adley's piss-hole now. Though Monique wasn't certain, she suspected the pre-cum tasted a little stronger now than it had before.
Lavishing his cockhead with her tongue's slick caresses, Monique took her left hand from Adley's balls and slipped it under her rabbit fur coat, her long fingernails scratching lightly over the flesh of her naked thigh.
"Mmmmmmmft!" she crooned softly. Her fingernails worked over her thigh, inching slowly closer to her juicy, seething cunt.
Monique could feel the tension in the pit of her stomach that said she had to cum. She had never gotten this turned-on before by giving a blow-job, so it was a different sensation for her.
When she remembered that Adley didn't even know she wasn't wearing any clothes, other than her knee-length coat he'd given her, the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile.
Have I got a surprise for him later! the beautiful blonde woman thought happily as she filled her luscious mouth with Adley's red-hot prick.
As she bobbed her face over the end of Ashley's cock, Monique's huge tits rolled on her chest, her hard, tingling nipples rubbing against the inside of her coat. She could feel the electrical current of her excitement going from her nipples to her sizzling clit, making her quiver with lust as she filled her hot, sucking mouth with her husband's steelish column of cockmeat.
"Mmmmmmmft!" she slurped, her left hand coming closer to her pussy.
Monique wanted to finger-fuck herself into an orgasm while she gave Adley a blow-job. But then, deciding that he would probably want to fuck her later in the evening, she decided to save her cunt for his cock.
"Ohhhhh! Awwww! Suck, baby! I'm going to cum!"
Monique threw her face down over Adley's prick, letting his enormous, broad cockshaft spread her lips wide as his cockhead nudged the back of her throat. She took her left hand away from her crotch, concentrating only on her husband's prick, and the pleasure that she could give him.
The knob of Adley's pricktip expanded against the sucking blonde's tonsils and gushed a thick, salty wad of cum straight down her throat. Once again Monique nearly choked, and she drew her face back to take his cock almost completely out of her mouth.
"Awwwwww!" Adley groaned as his balls pulled up tight between his thighs, releasing their thick, spurting load of cum into Monique's hotly sucking mouth.
Monique tongued the clefted underside of Adley's cockhead as jetting blasts of cum showered over her tongue and splattered against the roof of her mouth. The cum that had blasted straight down her throat had caught Monique by surprise, but by swallowing feverishly, she was able to recover her composure quickly.
"Mmmmmmm!" Monique moaned, her hands on Adley's thighs as he squirmed in the booth, his balls exploding thick jets of cum into her mouth.
The taste of his cum--tangy, salty and masculine--was almost enough to make Monique cum. She swallowed thirstily, gulping her husband's precious fuck-juice, swirling the cum around in her mouth to savor its taste even as more hot cum splattered against the roof of her mouth.
The cock jerked between Monique's moist red lips, sharp-tasting wads of cum gushing against her frisking, probing tongue. Monique filled her mouth with his cock, taking his cockshaft between her lips until his pricktip was pushing hard against the opening of her throat. She tried once again to deep-throat Adley's big cock and failed, taking a spurt of cum straight down her throat in the process.
"Awwwwww! Ohhhhh! So goood!" Adley groaned, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as the last of his cum trickled out of his piss-hole onto his wife's slithering, moist tongue.
Monique mouthed Adley's prick even as it grew soft between her lips. Finally satisfied that she had sucked down every last drop of cum that he had stored in his balls, she let his prick slip out of her mouth. She tucked Adley's prick back into his pants and zipped him up.
I've done it! Monique thought joyously as she rolled her tongue around her mouth, still able to taste the tangy flavor of Adley's hot cum. I've finally found out who and what I am!
Monique slipped out from under the table, feeling devilish and daring. As she got onto the booth's seat beside her husband, Monique glanced at the three men who had watched her give the blow-job. She blew them a kiss, then turned to Adley.
"Well, are you going to come home now, or do I have to fuck your brains out in the parking lot to prove that I'm a changed woman?" Adley smiled warmly at Monique. "Baby, I'm going to be the talk of the town--or at least, the talk of this saloon. Why don't you let me have some time alone here. I'm sure the word is going to get around quickly about you sucking me off, and to tell you the truth, I would like some time to brag about it."
"I understand," Monique said.
"Listen, why don't you find Lane or Phillip? As long as you've made peace with me, maybe the tension in the house will cool down enough for me to get along with my own sons."
"Okay." Monique kissed Adley on the cheek quickly. "Don't be too long. I'm horny as hell for your cock, and I've got a pussy that's ready and willing whenever you are."