Chapter 2

"Hello, Margaret?" Jim said into the phone. His wife warmed at the sound of his voice. "I'll be late tonight. Some new contracts for that new client - don't wait dinner for me."

Jim Anderson hung up the phone and looked across the desk at Julie Farnsworth, his secretary. They didn't get much of a chance to get together and they were both looking forward to this evening.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Jim," Julie said. "Lying to that sweet little Margaret like that."

"Do you want me to call her back and tell her I'll be home after all?" Jim grinned.

"Don't you dare!" Julie said. She slid around the desk and gripped Jim by the head. She pulled him into her crotch and he could smell the sweet aroma of her pussy through the tight skirt she was wearing.

"Where are we going?" Jim asked, pulling himself free of Julie's clutch.

"The usual place," she said. "I made the reservations for dinner, too. They're always happy to have 'Mr. and Mrs. Donaldson' stay there. Such a nice couple - and so devoted - why, we almost never leave the room, once we check in."

Jim had to smile. Julie had managed everything very well. There was little chance that anyone would ever catch on that they were the loving couple known as the Donaldsons who stayed at the Holiday Inn about once a month. She was a real gem. And Jim loved every minute of it.

Margaret hung up the phone. She had planned a really nice dinner for that night. She was disappointed. But what could she do? Jim's work came first. It always had.

Margaret heard the knock on the kitchen door and went to see who was there.

"Hi, Carl," she said. "Come on in. It's kind of chilly today. Have a cup of coffee before you start."

Carl Swenson, the handyman lumbered into the kitchen behind Margaret. He was a tall, brawny Swede who did odd jobs for a lot of the houses in the neighborhood. He closed the door behind him and watched the pretty woman as she walked to the range and turned on the coffee pot.

"There's a lot of stuff in the basement that has to be cleared out," Margaret said. "I'll show you what goes after you have your coffee."

"That's really nice of you Mrs. Anderson," Carl said. "I appreciate the coffee."

Margaret smiled at the big blond man. His muscles were almost as developed as the man she fantasied about on'TV. She'd love to see with his clothes off. Margaret felt a stirring in her groin as she watched the big Swede sling his leg over a chair and pull it up to the table. He had a really big bulge in his Levis, too. She felt a warm flash injier crotch and turned back to the range.

The coffee was hot. Margaret poured a cup for Carl and one for herself. She carried them over to the table and sat down opposite him.

"You aren't married, are you, Carl?"

Margaret said.

"No ma'am," Carl said. "Not yet."

He was a big, strapping fellow, well over six feet tall. He was about twenty-five years old. Margaret wondered what he did for sex. Probably just jerked off and thought a lot about all the women he was with all day while their husbands were at work. She wondered if any of them put out for him.

"Well, you should be," Margaret said. "A big, strong man like you. You need somebody, don't you."

Carl blushed and sipped his coffee. He just nodded.

"Come on down to the cellar," Margaret said as they finished their coffee. "I'll show you what needs to be done."

Carl picked up his cap and followed Margaret down the steps to the basement. He had to duck his head on the overhead beams, he was so tall.

"All this stuff back in here," Margaret' said, pointing to a cluttered corner of the cellar. "It's all trash. Just haul it out- to the street. The truck is supposed to pick it up in the morning."

"Alright, Mrs. Anderson," Carl said. "I'll have it done in no time."

Margaret stood back and watched as Carl slipped off his jacket. He was just wearing a T-shirt under it. His strong muscles rippled as he bent to pick up the first stack of magazines that had to be carried outside, Margaret returned to the kitchen and started to thaw the roast that she was going to serve for dinner. She watched Carl out the window as he carried load after load of the rubbish to the curb and stacked it neatly for the trash man to cart off in the morning.

His great lumbering body was covered with sweat as he returned to the kitchen. He had loaded all the stuff out to the curb and was ready for his next assignment.

"You're all sweaty," Margaret said. "You'll catch cold in this cool weather. Maybe you .should take a shower."

"That's alright," Carl said. "I'll be fine."

"No," Margaret said. "I insist. Now come with me."

She grabbed hold of Carl's elbow and led him to the stairs. She dragged him up the stairs as he protested, insisting that he take a shower before going on with his work.

"Now, you get in here and get your clothes off," Margaret said. "I'll get you a fresh towel."

Carl was still protesting as she closed the bathroom door and left him alone with the shower.

Carl shrugged his shoulders. She was right, of course. He would catch cold if he went outside again sweating the way he was. Carl began to remove his clothes and lay them on the toilet seat.

Margaret tapped at the door. Carl grabbed his pants and held them in front of him. He was completely naked now.

Margaret pushed the door open and handed him a towel. Carl took it from her and thanked her. She closed the door and Carl stepped into the shower. It really felt great on his big, naked frame. The hot, soothing water from the shower head splashed over him and he lathered up and spread the creamy white lather all over his body.

As he gripped his thick cock in his hand, he felt a stirring in his groin. His cock began to get hard as he stroked it with the creamy lather from the soap.

Goddamn, I'm horny, Carl thought. It's been a long time. A long time since I had me a woman. That Mrs. Anderson is right. I really ought to get myself a wife.

Carl stroked on his prick as the water splashed over his naked body. He didn't hear the door to the bathroom open and didn't see Margaret as she slipped into the room, naked.

Margaret pushed back the shower curtain and Carl jumped back, startled.

"Don't worry," Margaret grabbed hold of Carl's rampantly hard cock. She guided it between her legs. Carl could feel her smooth, creamy thighs press against his thick dick as Margaret pressed her body to his.

He gasped as he felt her firm, full breasts pressing against his hard flat stomach. She was much shorter than he was and it was difficult to get a good grip on her.

Margaret leaned back against the wall of the shower, the water cascading down over her creamy breasts as Carl stooped to point his cock into her hot bush. Margaret gripped the thick shaft of Carl's dick and pressed it against the eager lips of her pussy. Carl shoved and his dick slid part of the way inside her hot, grasping pussy. .

Margaret cried out at the size of it. It was huge and she knew that it was going to hurt, but she needed it, wanted it so badly. She lunged her hips forward and took more of Carl's meat inside her. Carl felt dizzy as he rammed his prick into the woman's eager, hungry pussy. She gripped his dick with the tight walls of her snatch and Carl plunged it in.

He grabbed hold of her tits with his hands and roughly pulled on her nipples. Margaret could feel the hot, thick cockshaft plunging into her cunt as Carl held onto her tits and twisted the nipples in his fingers.

Carl's knees were bent as he rammed his meat up inside Margaret's cunt. She matched him thrust for thrust as he shoved his cock into her pussy, driving it in deep as the water from the shower head splashed over them, washing away the soap that Carl had spread over his body. He plunged his dick into Margaret's pussy and shot his hot, thick load into her eager, sucking cunt.

Margaret gasped as she felt the hot wads of cum squirting off inside her. She had not had a fucking like this in a long time. She grabbed hold of Carl and dug her nails into his ass, pulling him harder and deeper into her pussy, taking all of his hot meat inside her as he pumped his manjuice into her pussy, filling her with his hot, thick load.

Margaret slid off Carl's cock and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and went back to her bedroom. Margaret was shaking as she dried her body off. She had never done anything like that before. She felt very guilty.

Carl turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bathroom rug. He grabbed the towel and began to rub himself dry.

"Hey guys," Bud said as he slung his ass onto the stool at the drive-in diner. "What the hell's happening?"

"Not much, kid," Zero said. "What's happening with you?"

"Nothing," Bud said. "Why don't we start something?"

"Like what, hot shot?" Jocko said. "Got any bright ideas?"

"Hell," Bud said. "We ought to be able to think of something to do."

Bud swung around on the stool. _ There wasn't much going on at the diner where he and his gang hung out after school. There were a couple of girls sitting at the table, but they were really pigs.

"You want something?" the waitress said. "Or did you just come in here to bug me again?"

"Plug you, you mean," Bud said. "How about it, Eunice. When you gonna taste this sweet dick of mine?"

"When you're old enough to know what to do with it, sonny," Eunice said. She popped her chewing gum and held out her order pad. "Now, do you want something or not?"

"Let me have a hamburger and French fries," Bud said. "And a malted."

"American boy special coming up," Eunice said. She wriggled her tight little ass and walked away from the group of greasy bikers.

"She sure has one sweet ass," Zero said. "You ever had her?"

"Naw," Bud said. "She's always got some smart remark to make."

"Well, I got a few smart remarks for her, too," Jocko said. "I'll remark, her with this." He grabbed hold of his dick and stroked it through his pants.

"Listen, guys," Bud said. "Why don't we get some chicks and head out to the club house for some pussy poking. What' ya say?"

"Fine with me," Zero said. "You got any tail in mind?"

"How about Francine?" Bud said.

"That pig?" Jocko said. "Shit, man. I wouldn't touch her with your dick."

Bud felt put down. He thought Francine was pretty hot stuff. He wouldn't dare tell his buddies that he had banged her on the way to school. He knew she was the town punch board, but shit, he liked her.

"Well, why don't you come up with some broads then?" Bud grumbled.

"How about your little sister?" Jocko grinned.

Bud jumped up, his fist doubled up. "You watch your mouth, asshole," he said. "Cool it, sonny boy," Zero said. "He don't mean nothin'."

Bud was still ready to slam his fist into Jocko's mouth. He didn't want anybody talking that way about Cathy. Not his baby sister. She was a virgin - a good girl and no foul mouthed biker was going to make cracks about her if he had anything to say about it.

"Cool it, hot shot," Jocko said. "Just kiddin'."

"Well, I don't like that kind of talk," Bud said. He slumped back into his seat and glowered at Jocko.

"Here, put that in your face," Eunice said as she slung the food down on the counter in front of Bud.

"I'd rather put your pussy in my face," Bud said.

"Ha, ha," Eunice said. "Little boy with big ideas."

Bud took a big bite out of his hamburger. Little boy, shit, he thought. Let her get a load of this cock of mine, I'll show her.

The lights in the dining room at the Holiday Inn were dim and pleasant. The music that was piped in was plastic but inoffensive. Jim and Julie were greeted by the hostess as they entered the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Henderson," she said. "How very nice to have you with us again,,"

Jim and Julie smiled at her. They had requested their usual table, in the darkest corner of the room. It was very unlikely that any of Jim's friends would see them here. Very rarely did the husbands and wives of Springfield go out for dinner. But just in case, they kept their profile as low as possible.

"We have oysters tonight," the waiter said. He knew that Mr. and Mrs. Henderson were a hot couple. The word was all over the motel that they never went out of their room once they had had dinner and checked in. It was refreshing to see a couple of their years so devoted to one another.

Julie squeezed Jim's leg under the table. She was really looking forward to tonight. She wished that she had met Jim before he met Margaret. But that was the way things were.

She didn't particularly like the idea of being 'the other woman,' but to have even a piece of Jim was worth it to her. She was crazy about him.

"We'll have a dozen oysters each," Jim said. He was ready for a hot night, too.

They ordered dinner and cocktails and sank back in the warm glow of being together. Jim reached under the table and took Julie's hand. She was quite a woman. He felt very lucky to have her as his mistress. And what Margaret didn't know wouldn't hurt her, he figured. He was a good father and a good husband. So what if he had this little thing on the side. It didn't hurt anyone.

Dinner was grand. The food at the place was one reason they came there. But it's seclusion was another. Very few people from the town ever came here for dinner. It was mostly out-of-towners, tourists who were just passing through. The anonymity of it was what appealed to them most.

"Shall we retire for the evening, Mrs. Henderson?" Jim asked Julie.

"Certainly, Mr. Henderson," Julie said.

They left the dining room, biding good night to the hostess.

Such a lovely couple, she thought. And so devoted.

Jim unlocked the door to the suite Julie had reserved for them. It looked familiar. But then all the rooms looked alike. Pleasantly furnished, but with no particular personality. That was part of the charm of the place too, the fact that the only thing they really had to relate to' was each other - no families, no responsibility other than having good sex with each other.

Jim closed the door and took Julie in his arms.

She pressed her body against him and felt the warmth of his manliness as he surrounded her with his strength.

"Oh Jim," she said. "This is wonderful. I wish we could be together more."

"I know," Jim said. "I know." His lips were sliding along her neck, brushing against the neckline of her dress. He felt his cock begin to grow in his shorts as he pressed against Julie, slithering his tongue into her ear and down her neck.

He fumbled with the zipper on the back of Julie's dress and pulled it down. She smelled so sweet and feminine. She was wearing his favorite perfume. It was what he had bought her for Christmas last year. She always wore it on their nights together.

"Let's get out of these clothes," Jim said. "I'm going to eat you alive."

"Glutton," Julie said. She stepped back and slipped off her dress. Jim began to disrobe and Julie took off her shoes and stockings then stood up and pulled her slip off over her head.

She was wearing a sheer pair of black lace panties and a matching- bra. The contrast with her white skin was startling and Jim felt his cock throb at the sight of Julie's nearly naked body. She stretched out on the bed and waited for him.

Jim hung his suit up in the closet and stepped out of his shorts. His cock was jutting out straight in front of him as he walked to the bed. Julie gripped his meat in her hand and began to stroke it as she bent forward and put her lips around the head of Jim's meat.

Jim could feel her soft lips circling around his dick and the sweet touch of her tongue sliding back and forth over the head of his cock. He groaned as he felt her hot mouth slide down the length of his dick, taking it all inside.

Julie cupped his balls in her hand and gently lifted them. Jim felt the heat from her hand encircling his nuts as she gently rolled them in her hand, sucking long and hard on his cock.

Jim put his hands on Julie's shoulders and balanced himself as he pulled back slightly and then thrust his hips forward, driving his dick into her mouth, down her throat as she sucked and licked at his hot meat.

Jim slid his hands down the front of Julie's body. He slipped them inside her bra and teased her nipples with his fingers as she slid his dick down her throat, taking his meat as deep as she could. She squeezed slightly on his balls as her hand closed around them, feeling the tightness and the weight of them in her hand.

Jim sat down on the bed and took hold of Julie's bra. He unsnapped it and lifted it away from her body. He pressed his mouth to her tits as she lay back on the Bed, holding his head in her hands as he licked and sucked at her tits.

Julie ran her hands through Jim's hair, feeling his tongue lap around her nipples, sucking and nipping at her nipples with his teeth and tongue. He slid his hands down her body and gripped her panties. He pulled them down and Julie lifted her ass up off the bed and let him slide her panties- off. He dropped them on the floor and stretched out beside her on the mattress.

The whole length of Jim's body pressed against her as Julie lay on her side. She felt the hard shaft of his cock sliding along the furry slit of her cunt as Jim pushed against her. Julie ran her hand down Jim's side, pressing against his hard muscled body as he moved closer to her, sliding his dick along the hot opening of her pussy.

Julie raised a leg and wrapped it around Jim's body, pulling him closer to her. His cockhead slipped inside her pussy lips and she gasped as she felt the thick hardness of his cock sliding into her.

Jim reached behind her and planted his hand firmly on her buttocks. He pulled Julie to him, driving his dick into her snatch as she rolled over on top of him. Jim lay on his back, his legs together as Julie straddled him. She raised up slightly, her tits flopping down onto Jim's chest as she took his cock all the way up inside her cunt.

"Suck my tits," Julie whispered. "Suck them."

Jim gripped her tits in his hand and leaned up, taking first one nipple then the other into his mouth and sucking on them. Julie rammed her hips upwards and then down as she plunged Jim's cock deep into her hot, swelling cunt She worked her pussy muscles, sucking and gripping at his dickshaft as Jim nibbled on her tits, making the nipples hard and erect. He bit gently on her nipples as he felt the long strokes of his cock sliding in and out of her grasping, gripping snatch as she slipped up and down on his cock.

Jim grabbed hold of her hips and held on tight as he rolled Julie over onto her back. She cried out as she felt his cock slam into her pussy, pinning her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight, pulling herself up and down on his hard, thick cockshaft as Jim rammed it into her cunt. Biting her tits with his teeth, Jim held tight to Julie, plunging his meat into her harder and harder as he banged her to the bed.

Julie gasped as she felt the hot, thick jets of Jim's cum squirting into, her pussy. She thrashed and writhed on the bed beneath him as Jim plowed his meat into her, filling her hot cunt with his raging, rampant manhood.

Margaret turned over in the bed. She heard the door to the-car open and close. Jim was home. What time was it?

She could hardly open her eyes. It was the middle of the night. Where had he been all this time, she wondered. The contracts, oh yes, she thought and snuggled back into the sheets, waiting for him to come up the stairs and crawl into bed with her.

Jim walked up the stairs quietly. He opened the bedroom door and closed it behind him, "Hello, darling," Margaret said from the warmth of the bed.

"Hi, punkin'," Jim said. He slipped off his clothes and put on his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Margaret. She reached over and put her arm across his chest.

Jim felt the heat from Margaret's body as she slid over next to him and threw her leg over his. Her hand slid down his body and she gripped hold of his cock inside the pajamas. Margaret's hand squeezed on his meat as Jim spread his legs out. Margaret's long, steady strokes soon had his cock hard and stiff. She pulled it out through the opening of his pajamas and held his dick in her hand, stroking it slowly up and down.

"Mmmm" Margaret murmured.

Jim lay with his hands folded behind his head. Margaret held tightly to his cock and was soon fast asleep.