Chapter 8
"Well?" asked Willard. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking from a bottle of beer.
"She's pretty hot."
"Have fun?"
"I could fuck that ten times a day."
"I imagine you would, too."
Dave chuckled.
What's so funny?" asked Willard as he got up and handed his pal a beer.
"I came over here to see if you had that hundred dollars you owe me from the poker game last week and I wind up fucking your wife."
"Uh, I'm a little short of cash now. do you think you could wait about a week?" asked Willard.
"I can do better than that. Let's forget about the money, call it square, okay?"
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"Then it's fine with me."
"Tell me something."
"If I can."
"What's it like to live with a hot woman like that?" asked Dave, who was single.
"Well, sometimes I come home and she's stark naked, just waiting for me. She drops my pants and gives me a good blow-job."
"Wow!"
"Let's me fuck her any time I want, morning, noon or night and she can go for hours."
"Longer than you I'll bet."
"Dave, she could put us both in our graves if she really wanted to."
"Hell of a way to go."
"Yes, I imagine it would be."
Blanche heard them talking but couldn't make out individual words. Pleasure echoed throughout her body and for a couple of minutes she considered getting fucked again but decided against it. She went into the kitchen.
"Well, well, here she is," said Willard as he put his hand on her naked hip and slid it down so he could rub her rounded buttocks.
"Any more beer left?" asked Blanche.
"Dave?"
"Sure, I'll get it."
He got another bottle out of the refrigerator and handed it to her. Blanche swigged and when Dave stood close to her Blanche wondered what he was going to do. The two men exchanged glances and Willard began to rub Blanche's cunt as he felt his cock start to get hard again.
"Didn't you boys get enough?" asked Blanche.
"Baby when it's that good, there's never such a thing as enough," answered Willard.
"You can say that again," said Dave.
Blanche got one of Willard's cigarettes and lit it. She walked aimlessly around the kitchen, stopping once to look out of the window. The backyard looked nice after Willard had cut it and she was proud of her house but there was something that was beginning to nag at her. she tried to put her finger on it, but couldn't.
"Damn," said Willard. "I do believe it's almost dinner time. Want to stay and have something to eat, Dave?"
"If you have enough."
Willard patted Blanche's buttocks a couple of times. "Dave, old buddy, there's always enough." Then to Blanche he said, "Honey, how'd you like to be the appetizer, main course and dessert all in one.
Blanche put out her cigarette and put down her beer. "I've gone this far. A little more wouldn't hurt. Or would it?" she asked cryptically.