Chapter 2
Terri Crawford deposited the box of donuts and tray of coffees she picked up at Dunkin Donuts on the kitchen table. Since the journey to the camping site would take several hours, a little snacking was in order.
Terri was not normally known for her thoughtfulness; generally, it was the mischievous gleam in her eye. David forever accused her of having been born oversexed. She tended to agree with his observation. A luscious redhead with alluring green eyes, Terri was always quick to nab the spotlight of most rooms she entered. Men thought her voluptuous, given her sensational set of curves." Terri's tits weren't just big, they were jutting. Her ass got four stars from avid enthusiasts. Terri's legs also happened to be topnotch; long and slender, they were dynamite when she was in a bikini, or even a miniskirt. "Babe" was her label, but Terri didn't care. She lived for those second glances, those fierce expressions, those whispered invitations. Teasing was her favorite form of enjoyment. Quite truthfully, she felt she never matured and still functioned on the values of an eighteen-year-old.
The sound of the shower in the other room alerted her to David's preparation. Thank God. She had tried nearly everything, and had exhausted all possibilities, in booting her husband out of bed this morning. Shaking, nudging and turning on the stereo didn't faze him one bit. Although he was a true camper, he was not an early riser. If his schedule was rewritten to his approval, David would have voted for sleeping the daylight hours away; the night was "his time." He enjoyed partying well into the wee hours-dismissing the heavy eyes, the yawning, or the reminders of having to work the next day from his guests. Robert was fortunate that he was in sales, and that his hours revolved around seeing clients rather than punching a clock. His inability to keep scheduled appointments resulted in fewer commissions earned. He expected everyone to adopt his glib attitude about bearing responsibility. David was perfectly in his element behaving like an "idiot," as Terri affectionately called him. He thought most people should shrug off their problems as sheer silliness. Terri occasionally wished he would take himself more seriously, but that would have been a violation of his character. David preferred nonsense to reality; comedy to drama; outrageousness to conservatism. He was, she decided, a boy at heart.
There were some compatibilities that held the fabric of their marriage together. Both had never achieved maturity and both constantly sought attention. The problem, however, was that Terri tired of the same scenario and David didn't. He preferred things to remain basically the same while she craved change.
In the final analysis, Terri had accepted her husband's shortcomings, and although she always wished for improvement, was externally content.
She took a moment to indulge herself in thoughts of the Rodans, principally Robert. Her total respect for Nancy banned her from sexually approaching him. Many times, she wished this weren't so-that she was free to pursue him. Robert Rodan was exactly the kind of man she wanted to have. She might have chosen David several years ago as her ideal mate, but she also happened to be several years less experienced. As time marched on, Terri found her taste in men underwent an evolution. While David's juvenile manner might have appealed to her in the past, Robert's silent strength and stability was now more to her liking.
She had also caught intimate details about his performance in bed from Nancy-information that aroused her profoundly. Terri had guessed he was deliciously endowed, but Nancy was more than happy to pencil in the lines she mentally sketched. He was physically different from her husband-dark-haired, not blond; tall, not medium-height; somber, not lighthearted. He emulated a brooding intensity that reached deep into her core and left her weak with want.
Terri recalled once when they had entertained the Rodan's, she had deliberately positioned herself beside Robert at the dinner table. Whether or not he had done it intentionally, his thigh kept touching hers. After the Rodan's left, Terri practically attacked David, insisting he fuck her. David, being highly sexed, naturally complied.
Her husband had a knack of satisfying her in bed, but a vision of Robert haunted her even while David had mounted her. If she focused on him, she came quickly; if she refused to let his image materialize, she achieved orgasm after a fashion.
There were times when Terri told herself that she should simply get the attraction out of her system, explain the situation to Nancy, and obtain her consent to fuck Robert. She was hesitant to do so, particularly since their friendship had been long-standing. How Nancy would interpret this fixation was a delicate subject.
For the moment, Terri resolved that she would place this problem on the back burner. David attended to her physical needs with regularity. Although married for seven years, they had never left the newlywed stage. David still reached for her at night, prodding her backside with his hard-on.
"Honey, are you almost through?" she called out toward the bathroom. "We've got to be out of here in a half-hour."
The lack of a response had her draw the conclusion he couldn't hear. David often showered with his CD player blasting, regardless of the hour or the fact he might disturb the neighbors. The Rolling Stones blared from behind plaster walls. Apparently David was immune to the noise level.
Terri shook her head with resignation. It wasn't as if this weren't routine for the duration of their marriage. She had long since accepted David's quirks with good-natured understanding. Sighing, she made her way to the bathroom. The moment the door was pushed open, she jumped from the explosion of sound.
"Jesus," she murmured, reaching for the volume control, "it's a wonder the police haven't shown up at our doorstep."
David continued to mimic the lyrics, pretending he was strumming a guitar while under the pounding spray. She couldn't help but laugh at the figure he struck. Her idiot, she thought with affection. What would life be like without him?
The smoldering atmosphere caused perspiration to run down her heavy cleavage. She shivered as beads formed and rippled from the back of her neck down her spine.
David was certainly a glutton for punishment, she thought. It took incredible discipline to constantly endure such a blistering temperature.
Her wistful reflection ended upon an extended surveillance of his body behind the glass panel. The sight of his naked, muscle-hewn flesh never failed to take her breath. Terri had always been infatuated with David's looks. His butt made her mouth water. When he turned, she saw his cock and balls. Mmmmmmmmm.
It wasn't as though they hadn't had sex last night. David had been horny, as usual, and insisted they watch David Letterman in bed. Before the monologue was half-through, she was on all fours while David's stiff cock sank into her. Beyond that, she had no recollection except a delicious soreness.
David sang about not getting any satisfaction. Ha! That statement didn't have an ounce of truth. He stood beneath the hot spray, soaping himself. Thus far, he seemed unaware she had joined him.
"Are you almost through?" she repeated loud enough to pierce his performance.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked, suggestively.
"The Rodans will be here to pick us up in a half hour."
He laughed. "Come on, babe. It's not like we have to get there by a specific time."
"They are counting on us to be ready."
"They know we're generally late."
"Let's surprise them." Terri sighed. She noticed David made no attempt to expedite his shower. She had to give him some incentive to speed things up.
She decided to give him a little thrill. Pulling up her sweatshirt, she released her big tits, went up to the door and pressed them against the glass. Her pink nipples were sure to create a stir. She wiggled her tits around, giggling at the sight she made.
"We might have time for a quickie if you step it up," she teased. Almost immediately, she was sorry to have done it. There was no time to rip off a quickie. She didn't want Nancy and Robert to walk into their house while David was on top of her. Although she had no reservations about flaunting herself in that fashion, it might prove embarrassing to their guests.
As expected, she had snared David's attention. He watched as she taunted him, offering her boobs through the sexy haze. He reached for the door and opened it. Terri stood back, prepared to step back and lure him out of the shower, when he suddenly seized her wrist and dragged her into the stall with him.
"God, David-" she squealed. "You'll get me wet and I don't have time to change-"
"Never start something you can't finish," he muttered hoarsely.
Grasping her wrists roughly, he dragged her to the wall and pinned her. The scalding water came pouring down on her in a rush. She cried out, only to have her protests silenced with his mouth. His tongue probed her, feeding her hot passion. She attempted to squirm out of his clutches, but to no avail. David's strength was superior. When he finally took his mouth away, she was dragging air back into her lungs.
"The Rodans will be here soon," she mentioned, trying to recapture her breath. "They'll find us in here-"
"Can't worry about that now," he said, helping her off with her sweatshirt, then plunging his tongue back into her mouth.
Terri received it with a muffled groan, feeling it comb through her body in hot waves. The deluge of water coming down upon her no longer mattered. She was most aware of the moisture between her legs. Helplessly, she writhed against him. Her nipples strained against his massive chest. He had seen that her arousal was swift and complete.
Dispensing erotic vibrations, he released one of her wrists to rip open her saturated jeans. They were pulled roughly down her thighs. In seconds, she felt the warm insertion of his large thumb, then the exploration of soaked tissue.
She moaned into his mouth, fraught with delicious stimulation. She moved her groin against his hand, wanting more fingers to submerge themselves into her warm, constricted cunthole.
"So we don't have time for it, eh?, " he chortled, reaching between her shivering thighs. "You came in here for it, all right. You can't lie. I feel the proof."
"Oh, God-" She stepped out of her soaked jeans, anxious to connect with him. Her need for him was strong. She wasn't about to ignore the call of passion that raced through her entire being.
Terri gasped as she fumbled for his cock. He was big, throbbing in her fist. She looked down to see it extend thickly from his groin, the engorged bulb gravitating to her sluiced pussy lips.
He sliced into her with one thrust, sending her ass sharply against the wall. She let out a muffled cry into his shoulder as she received him whole. His stiff cock made her grit her teeth, then sigh. It felt so fucking good, having real flesh up her pussy. Oh, God.. .nothing compared to having a man.
The calves of her legs smarted as she labored to meet his penetrating strokes. He fed his dick upward, hammering it into her hot, tight opening. She panted as her pussy lips absorbed his rigid shaft. The wide, swollen tip went far into her juicy snatch, making its presence known. As he ground it, she whimpered.
Sex was always a highly charged event for them. When they fucked, it was with breathless enthusiasm. Each encounter had a freshness, an excitement that bubbled over. Terri occasionally used a vibrator, but there was nothing like real hard cock stroking the inside of her cunt. She dropped her mouth open and moaned sweetly. Ohhhhhhh.
Her vision was impaired by the heavy spray, but she managed to see his feral look as he pumped her. "Oh, yes," she panted, closing her eyes and enjoying each thrust. Though David displayed no tenderness, she could not deny receiving satisfaction. Her clit quivered against the rush of his bone-solid shaft, sending sweet agony to the farthest reaches of her body. She felt as though her pussy were melting around his driving cock, merging with his flesh into a mass of buttery warmth. His wiry chest hair scratched her nipples.
"One for the road, eh, baby?" he grunted. "Something to get off fast."
Terri couldn't answer him, her senses inflamed. "Ohhhhhhhhh. I'm going to cum!" She rocked her pussy to him, moaning as he pushed into it. He jammed her with cock several more times before she started shuddering with orgasm. "Yeah, oh yeah-ohhhhhh!"
David hastened his strokes, gripping her with intensity. Their groins smacked together in heated abandon, the wind plucked from her lungs. Her wrists were held against the wall as he pummeled her ass with his piston-like groin.
David brought his mouth down on Terri's nipples while she still quivered with orgasm. He sucked them, going over every inch with his fiery tongue. Terri squirmed against him as a twitch of hot desire shot through her flesh. She moaned as his lips and fingers roamed her tits.
The CD player launched into another Stones hit. The lyrics were drowned out by the pounding in Terri's eardrums. Spontaneity fueled her desire.
David kept pumping his wife, thinking she was the most gorgeous thing on earth. Not a day went by in which he wasn't thankful she put up with his bullshit. Un-like other wives of his associates, Terri wasn't a nag. She simply shrugged off anything that irked her. The fact she also happened to be "hot" added to the list of reasons why their marriage endured. Having this goddess to fuck was the best thing that ever happened to him. He stared at her as he crammed his dick between her legs and felt love flow out to her.
The moment had been gratifying, but he wasn't prepared to cum just yet. His dick, resoundingly stiff, would enjoy itself further with Terri's delightful pussy. "Let's get out of here and climb back into bed."
"We can't," she said, trapped between wanting to stop and keeping this session active. The Rodans would be sounding their horn in their driveway. On one hand, she wished David would cum, and on the other wanted him to forge ahead.
His lips grazed the small of her throat. "Come on, baby. I want you on top of me, with your tits in my face." She smiled dreamily. If they weren't running late, that would have been precisely her choice. "I'd love to-but we'd better get dressed."
"You don't really want to step out of this shower," he muttered, launching into a deeper pump. "You'd miss getting more of this."
Terri felt her insides turn to mush. She generally had the same reaction when there was something big in her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, dropping her head back. Her vision momentarily blurred as she let pleasure wash over her. She dragged her nails through the dense matting on her husband's chest. "God. Ohhhhhhhh."
David liked the way she responded to him: with total submission. He gripped her tighter, feeding her the full length of his cock. "Yeah. We can afford to be a little late, can't we? Let the Rodans wait. They're used to it by now."
She clenched her teeth as ripples of excitement went through her. Without thought, she pushed her snatch at him, moaning as he ground into her squish. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
He peered into her sex-dazed eyes. "Want more?"
Her nails sank into his shoulders.
Her pussy lunged forcefully at him, demanding everything he could surrender. "God, yes."
"I want more, too," he whispered, pushing high into her cunt. He didn't expect another complaint from her. "Much more. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
They were locked in a groin embrace. "Still worried about the Rodans?"
"I don't.. .want them discovering us.. .like this."
David grinned. "We can ask them to join us."
Terri said nothing. He suspected something wild was afoot in her mind. Perhaps he had triggered a fantasy. That was certainly a possibility, given his wife's penchant for eroticism. David could be persuaded. He liked living with his dick sewn on her shirt sleeve.
Fucking standing up offered a unique thrill. Terri realized if she wasn't plastered to the shower wall, she'd crumple to her knees. Her husband maintained his driving rhythm, nailing her to the tile. Ohhhhhhhhhh. His cock had practically pried her open. God, he was thick. She summoned all her energies just to hold him inside. At times, it left her shaking, just to keep that hard dick submerged. Ohhhhh. Water pounded down on their aroused flesh. If not getting sprayed in the face, her clarity of vision was impaired when he went deep. It became difficult to process both the mental and physical sensations that coursed through her. They were exposed to each other's heat, too. She found this very exciting and very romantic.
Every so often, David could feel Terri's pussy muscles tighten, several times in the stretch of a mere breath, then shudder. She would close her eyes, cling closely to him, sobbing, holding the air in her lungs for an interminably long time, until her muscles would finish her spasm. And then she would continue her stare at him. He liked the fact he made her cum. Terri had no problem achieving orgasm, internalizing the feelings produced. He throbbed in her cunt, awaiting her next shuddering climax. He crammed himself to the balls in her nectar-rich pussy, then pulled all but the bulb of his cock back. When he rammed into that hot succulence, he made her cry out. "Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." David's eyes rolled up in their sockets as the taut skin of his dick slithered against her hugging walls. "Jesus."
Terri smiled, cupped her tits and leaned forward to rub her nipples against his. She communicated with that scratchy, dense mass of hair that lined his chest, but found his nipples all the same. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
"Are we going to fuck in the tent tonight?" he asked. "And let the Rodans listen?"
Terri, snared in bliss, didn't answer. She glowed, impaled with cock.
David was convinced she would go for a little group sex out in the woods. Jesus, that had been fun when they were younger, but many years had passed since they'd spread out a blanket on the grass and went at it. He wondered if he touched on some secret dream she longed to make real. David elected not to spend another moment with these assumptions. Being buried deep in cunt robbed him of the ability to think.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Her muscles contracted around his cock, drawing it to teeming hardness. She put her arms around his neck, resting the top of her head on his shoulder. She tensed as the seizure ripped through her. "Oh, David-"
He couldn't think about anything other than her pussy wrapped around his cock. He was pulsating in her steaming confines, yearning to shoot. He kept dwelling on her wriggling body, her bouncing tits, her warm cunt as he fucked her hard.
Terri's thoughts must have ventured in the same direction, because he now felt her pussy muscles grab and release his dick rhythmically. She locked her arms around him, chanting, "Oh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!" in an endless word chain, moaning aloud when she inhaled. Her entire abdomen began to compress while she propelled herself to him. Finally, she began pumping herself up and down at an incredible pace. The ligaments in her neck protruded through her skin. "Oh, yeah," she wailed, undulating. She smeared his cock with pussy juice. "Oh, yeah."
There was absolutely no way he could hold back. The cum boiled up through him as though propelled by an explosive charge. Terri's eyes were clenched shut, her features contorted. David groaned at the urge to thrust into her wetness with the force of his complete strength. She grit her teeth as he emptied himself of cum.
"Uggghhhhhhh!" he howled. "Ugghhhhhhhh!"
Terri collapsed against him, her senses overcome. Her orgasm left her physically depleted. She couldn't count the number of times she came. Her body was sore, twitching. It didn't surprise her that David remained hard, primed for more pumping action.
"I need to recover," she said, trying to disengage herself. "I'm aching all over."
"Serves you right," he said, teasing. "Interrupting my shower with your tit show."
She shook her head with resignation. David was incorrigible.
He groped her tits, his fingers nonetheless affording them a thrill. Cupping them with strong hands, he circled his thumbs around her nipples. They inevitably drew his considerable attention. "We're going to make this weekend fun, aren't we, baby? A little fucking in the woods, fucking in the tent, and fucking in the boat.. .what more could a man want?"
"I'm not so sure the Rodans will take kindly to your whipping that dick out."
He cracked a smile. "Maybe Nancy won't mind."
Her brow went up. "Would you like to fuck her."
He thought on it a minute. "She's hot. Yeah, I could get into it. Maybe a three-way with you."
Terri giggled, unsure of taking his comment at face value. Her husband liked to talk shit; whether he meant it might be entirely another story. "It would be a first."
"Oh, well, when people get to be our age, we have to look for new thrills occasionally." His hand continued down into her crotch where she had been well-pumped. He stroked her cuntal mound. "I must admit, I can never get enough of the old ones."
A car horn sounded in the background. "They are here."
"How can you be sure it's them?"
"It's time. Besides, Nancy phoned a while ago to let me know they were on schedule."
Defiantly, his mouth descended upon her nipple. Her protests were quickly silenced as he sucked. Terri tried to stop him, then surrendered to the force he vented. Ohhhhhhhhh. Her husband was insatiable. Sometimes she actually believed a three-way would be a wise move. He required enormous satisfaction.
Perhaps this weekend would prove that to be true.