Chapter 1
"Oh, my darling ... I love you so much ... Your prick feels so warm and good in my cunt ... I love you ... I love your dick. Oh, darling...." Ivy said softly into Bill's ear.
She clutched his ass, ramming him into her pubis as she dug her fingers into his firm, sweaty ass crack. Her heels pushed into his knee backs and she raised her squirming pelvis to meet his steady, relentless humpting. She adored the feel of his soft-skinned balls as they thwacked into her slippery, slimy slit.
His pounding, thumpting dong riveted her dripping, hot hole. Her whole body jerked and jolted with every mighty thrust of cock from the big man.
Her fingers left his ass crack and slithered up his muscular back to clutch his massive shoulders. She felt tiny scratches on her soft, warm breasts from his sparsely -haired chest as he rubbed up and down while his thumping prick fucked her crying tunnel.
"I love you! I love your dick! Oh, darling, you feel so good ... so warm...." she whispered running one hand up through his black, curly hair.
Bill grunted softly as he plunged his dingus in and out of her slobbering, juicy furnace. His hands held her shoulders firmly to hold her in position as he slammed his dick into her cunt. His face was snuggled against her hot, fevered neck.
She felt his hot breath sear into her ear. His breathing was heavy and labored. She brought her legs up and around his firm ass to cock her pelvis upward.
"You about ready to cum?" he said hotly into her ear.
"Oh, yes, yes, my darling...." she said kissing his thick neck.
She felt his humping action increase. His hips ground into her thighs and his sturdy prick jack-hammered madly into her clutching, grabbing cunt. Her pubic hair snarled with his and she felt his pelvis smack against her pelvic bone. His pulsating, blood-gorged stick rammed, jabbed and plunged deeply.
"My darling ... I love you ... I adore you ... Your cock is burning ... hot ... so good in my cunt...." she said and tossed her head upward toward heaven.
She gyrated her pelvis and swirled her slobbering vagina around and around to suck up his thrusting peter. Her ankles crossed behind his buns and her heels dug into his solid ass. Her inner thighs closed securely on his rapidly jabbing hips. Her seething, bubbling hole took every inch possible of his thwomping, digging shaft. Her hands went under his black -haired arm pits and clutched at his thick, muscular shoulders. She lifted her head to bury her face against his neck. Her gut contracted and she wracked and shook as she shot off her womanly juices. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably. Her clit went mad with delight. Her cunt mouth and vaginal muscles spasmed and contracted. She felt her wild, hot, fevered passionate cum shoot to meet his jet spray of hot, burning, torrid sperm. She clutched him tightly and held his sweaty, slick body against her own.
Bill's pelvis came to a stop as it was smashed into her snatch. He shook and quivered with every jolt of his shooting, thick cream. He held her tightly and his head bent to Test on her sweaty shoulder.
They slowly relaxed after a fantastically explosive orgasm. Their sweat slick bodies were seared together in mutual satisfaction and joy.
Bill started to pull his spent cock out of her flooded tube, but she held him tightly to her naked tits.
"Don't pull your prick out ... please ... let me feel it flex and go limp ... I love the feel of your hot, hot cum dribble out of my hole ... let me feel the touch of your soft, soft balls in my crack ... Give me just a minute more of your hot touch ... please, darling?" she said cooing in his ear.
The big man relaxed his massive body on hers and sucked in a big gush of air. He rested his weight on his elbows and heaved a sigh as he nuzzled her warm neck.
"I love you, Bill," she said with tears in her eyes.
He softly kissed her tears from her cheeks and then kissed her hot mouth to silence her words. His thick tongue still tasted of her cunt juice and his rugged, yet soft face smelled from being pushed into her vaginal slit ... before he had fucked her.
She put her steady hands on either side of his head with her fingers threaded through his salt-and-pepper sideburns. She looked through tear-filled eyes at his rugged, weather tanned face.
"You're absolutely beautiful," she said gazing into his clear, blue eyes.
She felt his spent whang go softer and softer inside her cum drenched tunnel. The hot mixture of their cum bathed her slit and dribbled down to her ass hole.
Her thighs still quivered and she was gloriously happy ... and sad at the same time. She had her lover tucked between her legs for the moment and she had to hang onto every sacred second of holding his hot body close to her.
She felt his rubbery dong slip from her slobbering tube and was filled with dismay.
"Let go, hon," he said softly as he pulled his big body up and away.
She felt barren and empty when he pulled his big body from her outstretched arms.
She watched him walk to her bathroom with his satisfied prick hanging over his beautiful balls.
He would leave now, just like he always did.
She would feel the uselessness of the whole situation. She wiped her tears from her face and pulled her naked body up to sit on the side of her queen-sized bed.
She sighed. She should have her head examined for participating in a love affair that was profitless and fruitless for her. She would never, ever have this luscious man for her own.
She had talked to herself time and time again about how stupid she was to-be in love with a married man ... to carry on an illicit love affair with the husband of her best friend ... her next door neighbor ... to snatch a moment here ... another there ... to run to meet him whenever he called ... to drive out into the darkness of night and sneak here and there just to have a few minutes with him.
At first, when he first started to chase her, she felt nothing but abhorring disgust for this man who was trying so desperately to be unfaithful to his wife. She was repulsed by his every advance. The very idea that she would be so disloyal to her best friend as to have an affair with her husband had nauseated her.
That was a long time ago ... three years to be exact.
Everything was different now. Ivy loved Bill with all her heart and would gladly stab her best friend in the back for just one more time with her husband. All Ivy knew was she had to have this man at whatever the cost for whatever amount of time he'd give her. She would run any risk, do anything for Bill.
And it wasn't that he had such a super prick, either. At first, she hadn't thought too much of his lovemaking. He had been a bad fuck.
The first night she had given into Bill, he had been terrible. She hadn't had an orgasm and had been really surprised that a man his size didn't have a dick the size of a horse's. He had been inept in his foreplay ... actually very limited. All he had wanted to do was sock a screw to her and say bye-bye. He didn't know what a clit was and the big hands that now turned her on at the slightest touch, had then only just been there. He had not done his bit on the touching, feeling, jabbing with his thick fingers. Even his kisses had been repulsive. A swift jab of the tongue and he was ready to climb on. He had not kissed her cunt or anything ... and that had surprised her since he had been quite a swinger in his youth ... or so Betty said.
All in all, that first time had been tragic!
And, after the totally dismal screw, the next day Ivy had to face his wife. Ivy knew the word GUILT was stamped on her forehead.
It was all different now. Ivy could ball and blow Bill and suck his cock and jump up and down on his prick and have his head in her cunt all night ... and feel no guilt or remorse the next day as she sipped coffee with Betty.
Somehow, she had completely seperated her feelings for Betty from her total, consuming love for Bill. Ivy would sit and listen to Betty do the hurt wife routine as she complained about Bill ... and sympathize with her. Ivy even would get a cold rag to put on Betty's forehead to ease her headache that that horrible Bill had caused.
And, all the time, Ivy's crotch itched with a lust and craving for Bill that was insatiable. She could not help it that she was helplessly and totally in love with her friend's husband.
So now he would leave. And, she would cry....
Bill came out of Ivy's bathroom swinging his naked cock between his thighs ... a jiggle with his every step. He plopped down on the bed beside Ivy and reached for his shorts that were in a pile with the rest of his clothes.
Ivy touched his bicep with her fingertips. She traced her fingers lovingly up his arm and down his thick chest to his pubic hair.
"Hey, I gotta go," he said tugging his shorts up to his knees and pulling his work pants that far, too.
"I love you," she said caressing his limp cock.
"No you don't," he said standing up abruptly and tucking his prick into his pants.
"You know I do," she said as she stood up in front of him.
"Ivy, I've told you not to," he said.
"Well, you can control what you tell me to do, but, you can not control how I feel about you!"
"I gotta go," he said and kissed her on the forehead. He started down the hall from her bedroom.
She grabbed his arm and pushed him up against the wall.
"One kiss?" she asked begging.
He started to move ... and he could have ... but he took her into his embrace and kissed her hotly, moistly, and pierced his tongue into her eager, hungry mouth.
She pressed her naked body against his rough, dirty work clothes. Her heart pounded as she clung to her lover. She thrilled at the touch of his big, strong, warm hands on her hips.
He pulled away from her clinging arms and walked heavily down the hall, through the living room and out the door.
She followed slowly watching her total life walk away. She went to her picture-window and peered out. She watched him emerge from the front of her mobile home, cross his patio, and disappear into his coach. He never looked back.
She slumped her naked body to her flowered couch as she still watched his front door.
How many times had she heard his front door open ... and waited hungrily for him to cove over? What about the times she listened for his work truck to drive past her coach and stop in front of his trailer and she had run to that same big window to catch a glimpse of Bill going in ... to his wife? Whenever the phone rang, Ivy hoped it was him.
She was totally consumed by her love for Bill. Her life, body and soul, craved his touch ... and then his beating love. Ivy would do anything in her power for this man. She had never felt such a gnawing, beating, continuous desire for any man before ... not even her husband.
She had had reservations about screwing with her husband. Certain things were right and certain things were wrong. With Bill, anything he wanted was just fine with her, and if he couldn't think of a new position, Ivy would jump in with both feet and help to think of something that would stimulate them both into ecstasy.
Her body consuming, passionate love for Bill rose above all reason. She would, and had, done some very foolish things just to get close to him ... just to feel his warm hand. She would risk anything for him ... except possibly the love and respect of her darling daughter.
There had been times when she was torn between lying to her sweet, precious daughter about where she was going and with whom, just to rendezvous in some dark place with her Bill. And then, other times, she had to tell Bill she couldn't meet him because her daughter had the flu.
Ivy never wanted her daughter to know what was going on between her and Bill. Ivy would never be able to stand the scrutinizing stare of her lovely daughter ... if she knew. Ivy would also never be able to live without Bill's wonderful, engulfing love.
No, she could not say Bill loved her. He had never said he did. He had started out by saying he wanted a little on the side. She had refused such honesty. She thought he was repulsive, back then. And since then, as she had gradually fallen in love with him, he had never said anything to her that would indicate they might have a future together. He had always told her not to love him, to just take the screwing ... and that was all there was to it. He had not led her on. She had cultivated all her emotions.
She was shaken from her thoughts by a car going past.
She knew by the sound of the motor that Betty had just driven in. She sucked in her breath. She and Bill were getting brave and gutsy. If they didn't watch it, sometime they were going to get caught in the act of fucking ... if not by his wife, by her lovely daughter.
Ivy would never want Betty to find out, either. Betty was her best friend. She would not hurt her for the world. If anything was ever to come of her relationship with Bill, it would be him that got the divorce and took care of all the gooey mess. Ivy would not force any issue. If Bill wanted her, and it appeared he didn't since they had gone on like this for four years, he would take the initiative. If not, well, she would settle for secluded spots and getting banged at his convenience.
It wasn't the sort of affair she wanted, but it was tolerable.
The front door opened next door and Betty came out carrying assorted packages.
Oh, shit," Ivy said tearing down the hall to her bedroom.
She quickly pulled on her jeans and shirt and brushed her rumpled hair.
There was a rap on the door just before it opened and Betty came in.
"Ivy?" she called.
"Right with you," she called from the bedroom.
Ivy's heart beat. It was still difficult at times to act so split. She gazed at herself in the mirror. Everything was alright! Bill never left hickies or any other incriminating evidence.
She walked down the hall to the living room and came face to face with her lover's wife.
"What'n the hell are you doin' back there?" Betty asked.
"Just cleaning Mary's closet and changing her bed," Ivy said plopping in the flowered chair.
"I had to show you what I bought," Betty said groping in the various bags. "I can't show him or he'd blow a fuse at the money I spent. You know how he is...."
Ivy nodded.
It was amazing how a slight, slender woman like Betty was able to carry so many packages. She put her new clothes out on the couch.
"Do you think red's too bright for me?" she asked.
Ivy shook her head. "Not at all, with your dark hair, you'll look neat in red."
Ivy felt a trickle of Bill's cum squeeze out of her vagina while she talked to his wife.
"I bought four outfits for me. I really need them, you know. I just haven't got anything to wear in this hot weather, and it'll get hotter."
"Then, I bought the kids some things," she said spreading pants suits out that were for her daughter and shirts for her son.
"You've been busy. What's the occasion?" Ivy asked.
"Nothing, really. I just never get into the mood for shopping and today I was in that mood. Oh, I got Him some new pants and shirts. That way, he can't bitch too much."
Ivy imagined how fantastic her lover would look in the burgundy Levi's and Western shirt. She also admired the blue ... he would look so handsome ... bring out the blue in his eyes. She felt sad that she never got to go any place with him in his good clothes. He always wore his work clothes and heavy boots. He said if he dressed up, Betty would wonder where he was going. In his work clothes, he always had an excuse. He was going to work on a car, or help somebody move or something ... but he had a rule ... never dress up to sneak out. It just wouldn't come off right. So Ivy settled for him in work clothes, which he didn't have on very long after they were together.
"Really nice," Ivy said and got up to go make coffee.
"Oh, he'll blow his stack! He gets really bitchy about the money I spend. I just figured if I bought him these, he couldn't say much. He'll never buy clothes for himself. He doesn't even know what size shirt he wears. Just goes to show you how dependent men can get. I have to do everything for him. God, he'd starve if I didn't fix his lunch. He'd go naked if I didn't buy his clothes. Men are so dumb ... and you know how stupid he is?"
Betty joined Ivy in the kitchen for the almost done coffee.
Ivy shook her head as she busily got cups out of the cupboard.
"He accused me last night of having an affair. Men always do that when they're messin' around. He says 'cause I don't fuck him, I gotta get it someplace else. Now you and I, Ivy, we know better than that. How long have you lived here alone? Several years. Just because he's having an affair, he thinks he'll cover it up by accusing me."
"Is he having an affair?" Ivy asked.
"Of course he is. He's had affairs ever since we got married. They've all been real dogs, too." Betty crossed her thin arms across her scanty breasts.
"How do you know?" Ivy asked sitting down at the table.
"Because, I used to follow him and catch him."
"What'd he say about that?" Ivy poured two cups of coffee.
"Oh, he was mad. He'd be hateful around the house for a while. But, then, he's always ugly at home. He's the kind of guy, you know, who's nice away from home and a real bastard at home."
"Then, why do you put up with it?" Ivy asked.
"Because he's made my life hell for so many years. Now, I'm gonna make his life hell! I'm gonna find out who he's screwin' and beat the shit outa her! Will you go with me some night and follow him?" she asked.
Ivy gulped her coffee and nearly choked. "Yeah."
"I want a witness that I've been wronged when I pound her to a pulp."
"You don't need grounds for a divorce in California."
"I'm not gonna divorce the son of a bitch! He's gonna support me and live in hell the rest of his life."
Ivy felt sorry for her dear friend. Life was too short to be miserable and make others the same. There was no use trying to talk to her headstrong friend. Ivy had learned that a long time ago.
"What's the use of following him if you're gonna live with him?"
"I wanna know who this one is. I'm gonna embarrass him in front of his kids. All my life I've taken his shit and shut up. I've never done anything that my kids could say was wrong. Now they're gonna know what a bastard their father is. I'm gonna prove it to them." She stirred her black coffee violently.
"Why make his kids hate him?" Ivy asked.
"He deserves it!"
"But, do they?"
"They're old enough now to understand," Betty said.
"Maybe they're old enough to know you don't even sleep in the same bedroom. Maybe they'll figure he's got reason to go lookin' for sex. Your son's twenty. He knows what it's all about. The whole thing might backfire," Ivy said.
"No, it won't. I know my kids. And my daughter is nineteen. Do you think she's gonna think what her father's done for years is right? She knows how dirty sex is ... I've told her. The only reason to mess around is to have kids. Well, I did that. That ought to be reason enough, now, for me to have my own room ... no more kids," Betty sipped her steaming coffee.
Ivy poured more coffee.
She and Bill were going to have to be more careful of their secret meetings.
"Will you go with me?" Betty asked.
"Yeah, I'll go. You've helped me a lot. I'll help you."
Ivy knew there was no chance of catching Bill screwing since she'd be following him with Betty. She would have to get a chance to talk to him about this.
"I'm gonna get that whore and nail her hide to the wall!" Betty said. Ivy flinched inside.
"If you don't wanna go with me, or for some reason, you can't, I'll get Wilber to follow his dad," Betty said firmly.
"Do you think that's wise?" Ivy asked.
"You know me, Ivy, I'll get revenge if it's the last thing I do. I can be knocked down and stomped on, but I'll tell them, if nothing else. And, Bill has been such a bastard for so long ... now, I'm gonna get him!"
I certainly hope not! Or my ass'll be hung. I wonder if she'd really pound me? I'm bigger than she is; maybe I'd win. Oh, she'd never suspect me ... her dearest friend? Ridiculous. I'll have to warn Bill, though.
Ivy sat and listened to Betty ramble on and on and on. Ivy was very uncomfortable. Her snatch was matted and sticky and pinched by the tight jeans. She shifted on her ass and her pubic hair stuck to the jeans. She knew she couldn't let Betty get a close enough position to her as to smell the spent cum.
"Well, I gotta go. I'm gonna fix his lordship something fine for supper. That'll make him less bitchy, too. Come over...." Betty said and she got up from the table and pushed her belongings into the crumpled bags.
"Yeah. You, too," Ivy said trying to walk to the living room in a way that her sticky snatch would be released from the grabbing pants ... without looking like she had a cob up her ass.
"And, thanks, Ivy. I knew you'd help me catch that slob, especially after your deal." Betty patted Ivy's arm warmly.
Ivy felt the first twinge of something she hadn't felt in years. Was it fear? Anxiety? Guilt?
She went down the hall to the bathroom and tugged her stinky jeans off and tossed them into the hamper. She grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed her sticky, smelly crotch.
One thing was for certain. She and Bill would have to knock off sneaking from his trailer to hers or the other way around. They would have to be more careful. Betty was out to get him, and Ivy had to warn him.
Another thing was for certain ... Ivy had no intention of stopping her affair with Bill. She loved him too much. They would just have to be careful.
Ivy didn't like to think of herself as the other woman. How could that be anyway? Betty did not sleep with her husband and Ivy had no intention of coming between them. She had made no demands on Bill. She would not, if she could, force a divorce. That would be their choice.
Ivy would never hurt anyone. But, she did not care to be hurt, either. And she would be if she gave up on Bill. She was sure she could not even survive without him. What Betty did not know, would not hurt her ... and she would never know. Ivy would see to that!
Ivy pulled on clean pants and went back to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
She sat at her oval table in front of the window and gazed out. It was a beautiful day ... sun shining ... and around the corner came her lovely daughter, Mary.
Ivy thought her sweet Mary looked positively beautiful with the bright sunlight gleaming in her hair ... long and blonde.
Mary came down the row of trailers speaking to people all the way. She had a beautiful smile and such a warm personality.
Just as she came to Betty's and Bill's mobile home, Bill emerged from the other side and walked a few steps with Mary.
Ivy watched her young, pretty child smile up at the big man.
Bill and Mary chatted a minute, and Bill put his hand on the young girl's shoulder.
Ivy flinched with jealousy!
She realized that was silly. Bill had known Mary since she was a baby. He was just being friendly, that's all. He smiled at the slim girl and patted her shoulder.
Ivy could not hear what the two of them talked about, but they certainly looked happy out there in the sunlight. Ivy knew that Mary reminded Bill of her, so when she saw his pants tent out, she knew Bill was thinking of her, although he patted Mary's shoulder and back.
He was a wonderful man, her Bill. Not every man would take an interest in his mistress' daughter just so the daughter would have some male influence around.
He certainly wasn't sneaky. He knew his wife would appreciate the fact he was such a good neighbor when it came to kids.
Ivy noticed he did have one terrific side to his personality. He was so tender with her, he drove her wild. And now, he grinned at her fifteen-year-old daughter. He definitely was nice outside ... and as many times as Ivy had been to their house, he was always nice. Was her best friend misinterpeting the facts? Or had the marriage just gone sour?
Ivy warmed and glowed as Mary left Bill's side and he patted her good-bye. If, by some strange stroke of luck, she ever did get a chance to marry Bill, she knew Bill and Mary would get along fine.
He was certainly no stranger to her child. He'd known her for years. That made it nice. She would not be bringing a complete stronger into her home.
But, it was all impossible. Betty had said she never would divorce Bill.
Take today, Ivy! You've had a good fuck and blow job. You know Betty's plans so you can gear your actions accordingly. And your sweet daughter is home. It's a good day!