Chapter 2
"Word around the office is that you don't date the peons," Janine said, smiling coyly.
"Office gossip seldom has more than a grain of truth," Vince replied, "and more often than not, that grain has nothing to do with the subject of the gossip."
Janine was a thirty-year-old secretary in his brokerage firm, with a pretty face and long black shiny hair and lucid brown eyes. She was a wee bit plump, but it didn't detract from her overall attractiveness. She was wearing a low-cut sheath that showed her curves to perfection and revealed the upper half of her areolae.
Next to Samantha, Janine looked tiny, but Samantha was five-seven and had enough weight on her chest to equipment two women. Still, Janine had enough breast to draw a second look and tempt a tongue, and he could tell from the way her hard nipples were trying to poke holes in her dress that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"I'm glad we didn't talk shop," Janine said.
"Well, I try not to be a bore. You're very well informed about a lot of things, and it's easy to talk to you. You're also very attractive, and it's easy to look at you."
"Your honesty is refreshing." She put her knife and fork on the plate and looked him in the eye and licked her lips. "So, now that you've stuffed me, I guess you expect to take me home and mount me."
"No, I don't expect to, but I'd like to," he replied.
"Where's your daughter."
"On a date."
"Okay, we'll go to your place." She grinned and licked her lips again. "My husband would get all bent out of shape if I take you home with me."
Until that moment, he hadn't known that she was married, but now that he knew, it didn't make any difference. Her marital status and her relationship with her husband was her business. If she wanted to spread for him, he wasn't going to play the misguided chivalrous fool and refuse.
When she slid into the car, her dress slid up, showing her shapely thighs, and she looked up at him and winked. She fumbled with her seat belt and he helped her and the back of his hand brushed her left breast, and she gave him a big grin and another wink.
She waited until he pulled into the street, then said, "Did you think that I'd be an easy lay because I'm a peon? Or maybe I was just handy and you haven't had a woman lately."
"I want you because you're attractive and desirable," he replied.
"You don't care that I'm a little overweight?"
He noticed that she didn't say anything about having a husband. "Depends on your perspective," he said. "I like a woman with meat on her bones." Samantha certainly had meat on her bones, but that was a subject he couldn't discuss with a stranger. Or a good friend, either, for that matter.
"Will you let me suck your cock? I really like the way a cock feels in my mouth and I give good head, but I seldom get to do it at home."
He laughed softly. "You can suck my cock all you want."
"Even if I suck you off and swallow?"
"Especially if you suck me off and swallow."
"Will you eat my pussy?"
"Until you beg for mercy," he laughed. "I really like to eat pussy, and it's been a long time since anybody complained about the way I do it."
"Maybe we'll even do a 69," she mused.
"We'll do whatever makes you happy, honey. If a woman is generous enough to give me her pussy, the least I can do is please her."
"I think we're going to get along just fine," she said quietly. She leaned over toward him and put her hand on the inside of his thigh, just below the head of his cock. "Did you have a good marriage?"
"You've done your homework," he said.
"I asked around, and found out that your wife died suddenly. If you hadn't asked me out, I was going to ask you."
"I was happy, and I'm pretty sure she was. She wasn't the kind to suffer in silent desperation. If she didn't like something, she let you know in no uncertain terms."
"Good for her. She wouldn't let you treat her like an object. Some of us believe that's what being liberated really means."
He pulled into his driveway and she unbuckled her seat belt and got on her knees on the seat and kissed him and darted her tongue in and out of his mouth.
"Just a little taste," she snickered, "to let you know that I'm not a cold fish."
"I didn't think you were. How long can you stay?"
"That depends on how good you are, dear. He's playing poker with his buddies, and won't be home until the sun comes up."
As they walked into the house, she held his hand and playfully bumped his hip with hers a couple of times. She tossed her handbag in a chair and slithered into his arms and ran her fingers through his hair and looked into his eyes.
"I feel very comfortable with you," she whispered, "and when I feel comfortable with a man, I really let myself go."
He put his hands under her jaunty ass and pulled her up against him and kissed the tip of her perky nose. "I look forward to seeing what that means," he said softly.
She kissed his lips quickly and stepped back and gazed into his eyes as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress and held the top against her chest with one hand. "He isn't playing poker, Vince. He just tells me that so he can get out and pick up some bimbo and fuck her. Did you do that to your wife?"
Vince shook his head. "No, I respected her too much. We swapped several times the last year before she died, but I never went behind her back, and as far as I know, neither did she. She made it with another woman a few times at swap parties, but I don't think she ever saw another woman behind my back."
Janine pulled her arms out of her dress and stepped out of it. Her tits were larger than the cleavage in her dress had suggested. She wasn't wearing panties, and her lush black bush drew his eyes like a magnet.
"I don't think I could make it with another woman," she said. "Whose idea was it to swap?"
"Hers, she liked variety."
"So do I."
He knew that before she told him. "I was reluctant the first time we swapped, but it didn't take me long to get over it."
"I asked him if we could swap, and he blew his stack. He said that he couldn't stand the thought of another man fucking me, but he fucks other women." She saw him looking at her bush and smiled faintly. "As you can see, I let it grow wild. He won't let me wear a thong bikini because it leaves my ass bare. He thinks I have a nice ass and doesn't want other men to ogle me, but he ogles every tail that swishes by. Typical man, huh?"
Vince noticed that she never referred to her husband by name. "I wouldn't know," he said. His eyes wandered slowly up and down her body. "I don't see anything wrong with a woman wearing a thong bikini if she has a nice ass, like yours."
She smiled sweetly. "He thinks I only work out at the club. I do, but not always the way he thinks. Two can play his little game." She walked to him quickly, unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. "Oh, my, I got real lucky this time," she said softly as she yanked his dick roughly.
"Don't pull the damned thing off," he muttered as he shucked his coat and loosened his tie.
She snickered and continued to pull on his pud, but not quite so rigorously. "His cock isn't nearly this big, not that I get it all that often anyway, and I seldom get so lucky with other men, so I get a little carried away when I get a real whopper. There's something you ought to know about me."
He wondered what. As far as he could tell, he already knew all he needed to know. "What's that?"
"I cum very quickly, and I cum a lot, so you don't have to worry about holding back or anything. I'm sure you're a good lover, so just eat me and fuck me the way you usually do, and I'll do just fine."
"Can't ask for anything more," he said. "Just remember, I'm not a young stud who can fuck all night."
"I have every faith in you, dear," she replied. "If I still want more and you can't get it up, you can lick me. I think that's my favorite way to cum anyway."
"Maybe you should try it with another woman," he chuckled. "Women who like pussy really know how to please another woman."
"I'm afraid that I have to stay with men, dear."
She had his cock fully erect by the time he was naked. He went to the couch and sat down. He didn't want to wait long enough to get to the bedroom. Besides, the couch was big enough for both of them.
She glided to the couch with a seductive, fluid grace, and he openly ogled her jiggling tits. She pushed him onto his back and slithered on top of him and her satiny skin whispered faintly against his as she stretched out full length. Her firm, stiff-nippled tits dug into his chest and her toes did a little dance along his shins, and the combination made his prick throb and punch her fiat belly.
She giggled softly and writhed. "I'm so glad that I came home you," she whispered, her voice husky and deep, filled with eroticism and intimacy.
"If you keep wiggling that way, I'm going to be the one who cums. Your body feels great."
"So does yours," she giggled. "I love the way your cock feels between my thighs. I like the feel of a man's body. You could have your pick of hot young women, so why did you choose a woman who needs to lose a few pounds to look her best? Did you think that I'd be easier to fuck?"
"So far, you are pretty easy," he laughed.
She laughed and pinched his cheek playfully.
"You're a vibrant, sexy woman, and you know it," he said.
She kissed him and plunged her tongue into his mouth and slid off him and grasped his cock and squeezed it hard and moaned with exhilaration. As their tongues dueled, he stretched his right arm out behind her and caressed her bare ass and fondled one of her plump tits with his left hand.
Burning with carnal excitement, she moaned lustily into his mouth, then broke the kiss and got on her knees and grinned mischievously as she buried his face between her dangling tits and shook her chest and pummeled his cheeks tenderly.
He chuckled into the hefty mounds, and she skimmed her fingertips lightly up and down his dick as she put a bloated nipple against his lips.
He cuddled the springy mound with both hands and squeezed to make her nipple stand out, took as much of her tit as he could into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue cavorted around the circumference of the nipple before he sucked on it.
She wrapped her fist around his cock and pulled it and let him nurse at her teat a few moments, wiggling and murmuring with euphoria, then straddled his head. "When I get really turned on, my pussy gets so wet, it leaks," she whispered.
"I'd say you're really turned on," he said. "Your pussy is real juicy, and I love to eat real juicy pussies."
He licked her liquefied slit, and she shivered and goose bumps popped out all over her lush body. He wormed his hands between her thighs and spread the lips of her pussy and licked her clit, and she twitched. He put his lips around her clit and sucked. Her clit wasn't as big as Samantha's, but it was big enough that he didn't have any trouble holding it between his lips.
Janine grabbed a handful of hair and snatched his head up and hunched at his mouth. Her fervor increased by leaps and bounds and she popped her cork, wiggling so wildly that she would have slid up over his head if she hadn't been hanging onto it. She released his head and looked down at him and smiled dreamily. "God, I love the way you eat pussy," she whispered.
"I see what you mean about cumming quickly."
"Stick around, and I'll prove it again and again," she chuckled. "I'm going to suck your cock now. It's so fucking big, I want to see how it feels in my mouth."
"Be careful," he warned, "your mouth looks so inviting, I might not be able to hold back."
"Oh, you can if you try hard," she said.
"Hard is right. The damn things feels like it's going to burst."
She gave him a seductive smile and licked her lips. "It's okay if it does, dear. You said that I could suck you off and swallow your tasty cream."