Chapter 5

"How do you like the countryside, Tom? Isn't it lovely? Look at those rolling meadows, "You know this place?"

"I've been here, before, June."

"Not with me you haven't, Tom."

And she leaned over and kissed him in the left ear, her tongue striking deep, giving him the feeling that she was fucking him.

"Hey ... watch the road, will you?"

His admonition was true. Especially when were driving along at 60 MPH on a back country road which was zoned for 40 MPH. A two-lane blacktop; sure, going through some lovely, lush scenery, especially at sunset, but still dangerous to drive on at that speed.

Of course, June was feeling dangerous.

Dangerously erotic.

For she had persuaded James to move their assignations up to a twice-a-week schedule. Where it had been Wednesday, now it was Monday and Thursday.

James had made some feeble objections, but June had turned on the pussy juice and fucked his objections away. She had, naturally, done the same with Tom; for, this was Thursday he got to fuck her again.

The country was nice and close.

Now was a good time.

Everything was perfect for them.

They were out for a good fucking time.

As they drove along, June would place her right hand on Tom's left thigh, from time to time. And, on occasion, that right hand would wander toward Tom's crotch, where it might fondle his genitals for a few seconds at a time.

Then, Tom would smile, as if June were his "aunt" again, playing a harmless joke. He would reach his left hand over to her right thigh, and do the same to her. Only, not quite as obviously, not with as much pressure as she was using; not when she was driving, anyway.

She was wearing a high-rising minidress, and it would have been comparatively easy for him to get his fingers in the goods, too. But, since she was driving...

He was wearing a double-breasted blazer jacket, a turtleneck shirt, and bellbottoms with ankle-high boots. A bit outlandish for a country restaurant, she had said; to which he'd replied, "Someone has to show the country people how to dress civilized, right?"

Right on.

"There it is," June said, pointing ahead and to the right.

The restaurant stood out in the deepening twilight like a haunted house. It was a huge, country mansion, overlooking a small lake and some mangificent grounds. It looked a little too plush to be located in the country, and he figured it must be pretty expensive, too.

But, so what? June was paying.

As they got out of the car and entered the restaurant, he wondered how he was going to tell Cindy about the new schedule. He'd already told her of the switch from Wednesday to Monday; but, he hadn't mentioned the extra day involved yet. She thought he was "out with the boys" this evening; best to let her think that for a while.

He knew she gets pissed off about two times a week. But then, if he didn't tell her, James would probably call her up and remind her that it was his turn again tonight. In fact, they were probably together right now ... or else she'd locked the fucking door ... and was getting ready to throw the book at him ... when he returned...

Well, he'd have to figure out some way to straighten Cindy out about the twice-a-week bit.

He would think of something.

Especially since he was beginning to like fucking June what fantastic experiences and techniques-but was, at the same time, wondering just how much more involved their relationship was going to be.

He would have to straighten June out, too, on some other matters. Such as her seeming to run the whole fucking show. like this restaurant bit tonight, which was completely her idea. He didn't mind a free meal and a drive in the country; but, if she was going to try and call the shots all the fucking time...

Well, that shit would have to stop.

Inside the restaurant, he noticed the chandeliers and other antique furnishings. It was a plush-looking place, and the waiter in a dinner jacket led them to a table overlooking the lake. Very romantic, and all that.

They ordered drinks first. He took Scotch on the rocks, she got a strawberry daiquiri.

"Isn't this beautiful, Tom! Isn't it lovely to get away from town and be out here by ourselves, just the two of us!"

She was certainly pouring on the romance bit, all right. But, he replied, with less enthusiasm, "I sure hope it's just us two. I'd hardly expect your husband to come along with us." Then, he winked, as he added, "Unless the two of you plan on adopting me."

She had taken off her shoes, so she gave him a touch of toes under the table, stroking his thighs as she giggled a reply, "You know, Tom sweetie, that's not such a bad idea! Maybe James and I will have to discuss that very thing one of these day."

"Better tell my parents first, they might like to know about it, too," Tom said, laconically.

She toed him some more as she said, laughing as if the whole thing was one big private joke, "Don't you worry, Tom, they'll be the first to know."

They ordered shrimp cocktail; then, she followed with a Caesar salad, while he had a baked potato instead. She also ordered onion soup, but he declined. Her entree was roast duck, while he preferred charcoal-broiled steak.

"You should try some of this duck, darling, it's delicious," she said, handing him a few portions on her fork and watching him as he bit into the duck meat.

"Not bad," he said, licking his lips. Then, he asked, slyly, "June, did you ever fuck a duck?"

The waiter, who happened to be passing by at the moment, overhead them. His face reddened in embarrassment, and he quickly walked away.

June, who was giggling again almost like a schoolgirl; Tom was amazed at how youngish she acted, or tried to act, whenever she was with him she said, "Why should I fuck a duck when I can make love with a beautiful young man?"

Tom, who had also removed his shoes by this time, was playing footsie with her pussy; he had got his toes up her dress, and was massaging her clit and cunt beneath her pantyhose, feeling her squirming in response.

He said, "Well, maybe you're right. I wouldn't order roast pussy in a restaurant, either, if I could get it at home."

She laughed, and moved her toes so that she too got into his crotch as well. This continued, off and on, as they ate their dinner. He could feel her pussy getting wet and vibrating with eagerness; she could feel his prick responding by erecting under the table.

In fact, during dessert strawberry shortcake for both he had to admonish her, to suggest that she "cool it" for a while, because he didn't want to have to leave the restaurant with a hard-on sticking out of his pants

She understood.

She confined her attentions to his thighs and legs, and he did the same.

If any of the other diners noticed them, or any wandering waiters spotted the sex game that was going on beneath one of their tables, they gave no sign, said nothing at all.

They had an after-dinner liqueur to wash away what was left of their meal.

She had talked him into trying a cherry-flavored liqueur, which was, as she had said it would be, quite delicious. So much so that they both stocked up on a few more rounds of same.

When they were ready to leave, he offered to leave a tip himself, but she brushed his suggestion aside with, "No, Tom, this is my treat. When June takes you out, she takes care of everything!"

He shrugged. It was her money. Or, rather, James' money. And, that wasn't bad, either; James held down a pretty good job, so he could easily afford it.

He laughed to himself as he thought of several ironies in their situation, the most obvious one being that James was, in effect, paying for the expenses of his wife's switching partner and paying for Cindy's expenses as well.

As they got into the car, Tom noticed that he must have put away too much of that cherry liqueur. He felt rather tired, with a touch of weariness in his skull, as if he was getting a migraine headache. Even his legs seemed wobbly, as he staggered into his seat, and June drove away.

She didn't drive very far, though.

She backtracked around the restaurant, and found a small, deserted road that seemed to lead to the lake behind the restaurant. There was a grassy ridge, a grass beach, that ran right up to the water's edge. There, she parked, telling Tom, "Let's watch the moonlight for a while, it's too early to head back home."

He didn't mind; he was feeling that booze, which surprised him. Maybe it was the unlikely combination of the Scotch with the cherry liqueur. At any rate, he could feel that he was tired; even his erection had gone down, before he'd left the restaurant.

She had the ear radio going on some romantic-type music. She had her fingers going in his fly all of a sudden, too. She got his fly unzipped, and pulled out his prick.

"Oh, your friend has gone to sleep," she said, almost lapsing into baby talk. "We must wake him up, bring him back to life, don't you think so, Tom?"

Tom. tired as he was, didn't particularly give a good fuck at the moment. He just wanted to rest for a while. If she wanted to play with his prick, that was alright ... as long as she did all the work.

She started to lick his prick.

She ran her tongue along the tip, then along the foreskin back to the base. She even managed to work over his scrotum, and he could feel a tingling from her tongue. Slowly, his prick started to stiffen.

She placed it inside her mouth.

Her lips closed over his prick, and he could feel the moistness of her mouth, as she sucked his cock. Inch by-inch, she drew it inside her sucking, salivating mouth. and he could feel the warmth and activity of her mouth membranes.

He could also feel that his cock was growing, slowly but surely. He would be fully erect before he knew it.

He felt so tired, though. Would he be able to summon up enough strength to fuck her as strongly as he usually did'. '

Damn, he thought, she's a demanding bitch ... never stops sucking and fucking around me . . .one of these days she'll probably take ... another lover or two ... she doesn't even seem to be satisfied ... with her husband and me ... any more...

While she gobbled his cock, he tried to keep his eyes open. He watched the moonlight reflected on the lake. It was beautiful, very lovely and natural.

His prick was almost fully erect now.

She removed her mouth from his prick.

Then, she placed her lips against his, and kissed him on the mouth, her tongue darting quickly inside past his lips and reaming his mouth before he could get his own tongue into operation.

She gave him a love bite on his lower lip. That woke him up.

Just in time to see her undressing, dumping her clothes in the back seat.

But, after she had stripped, she didn't exactly move in for the fucking he'd expected.

She squeezed his prick, and said, "Let's go for a midnight swim."

"Huh?" He thought for several seconds, yawning to stay awake, and replied, "Don't you mean ... a moonlight swim

"Both, you Tom-cat. Let's go now."

And she was out of the car and prancing down to the water, her haunches riding high like a horse, before he quite knew what was happening.

He watched her, his mouth hanging open, as she kept right on running into the water itself, splashing in like a schoolgirl at play. She started to swim away from the shore, and for a few seconds he wondered if she was going to play Olympic champion and try to swim across the entire lake.

"Crazy middle-aged cunt!" he said aloud. He got off his clothes, and got out of the car.

It wasn't exactly the warmest night he'd ever been naked on, and he shivered slightly as he headed for the water, feeling the softness of the grass beneath his feet. When he got to the water, he dipped in his foot; the water was chilly, and he hastily drew back his dripping foot.

Yards away, maybe as much as 100 yards away, June was waving at him as she swam along. He assumed she wanted him to join her in the water. But ... that fucking water . . .was so fucking cold...

Well...

Maybe it would wake him up, get him back into feeling like fucking.

He glanced down at his crotch.

His erection was still there. That was a good sign, anyway.

He waded into the water.

It was so cold it nearly chilled his blood. But, he kept on going, and then dove in when he had waded far enough from the banks. He began to swim, taking great long strokes with his arms. When he finally got to where June was swimming, she started to swim away as soon as he got within a couple of yards away.

She dove beneath the water, and he lost track of her, until he felt someone grab his prick and squeeze it, at the same time fondling his balls as well.

Well, if she wanted to play "water baby" tricks...

He dove beneath the surface of the water.

He found her, and got a good grip on her breasts, feeling the firmness of her flesh and the erectable condition of her nipples. He tried to pull her along, but her skin was slippery, and she got away from him, surfacing away from him.

When he followed her and also surfaced, she was gone again.

He looked around, and was about to dive again when he felt water splashing against his ass. He turned around; there she was, splashing water on his ass and blowing him kisses.

He dove, this time getting close enough to her crotch to check out her clit and cunt for a few fleeting seconds. Her clit was erect, too, and he barely brushed her cunt lips, but he could feel they were ready for action.

And, his cock was still holding on, long and strong. He figured it was due to the water temperature; any warmer, and it might have softened.

But, it wouldn't stay hard forever, either.

And, the chilliness of the water had awakened him sufficiently so that he was feeling like fucking now if for no better reason than to get himself warm again.

As if sensing his thoughts, she started to swim toward shore.

Toward that part of shore where the car was parked.

He followed her, taking giant strokes; he caught up to her just as she bounded out of the water, drops of water dripping from her skin and gleaming in the moonlight. He brought her down with a flying tackle, and she hit the grassy ground on her stomach, the breath almost knocked out of her.

He slapped her on the ass a few times, just to show her who was boss, and also to indicate he didn't want any more imagine tricks. He just wanted to fuck...

He glanced down at his crotch again.

His erection was softening.

He rolled her over, so that she was on her back, and straddled her around the waist. He placed his cock in the cleft between her breasts, and said, "June, move those breast muscles, and get me hard again."

She still looked a bit dazed, so he moved his cock so that it was touching her lips. He said, "Get those boobs in action, June, if you really want to get some good fucking tonight!"

She began to tongue his prick, and then she tried to suck it. He could feel the touch of her tongue was helping him right along, but he withdrew his cock to her cleft again, indicating he meant what he'd just said.

Obediently, this time, she began to manipulate her breast muscles, so that her two tits moved closer together and massaged his prick at the same time. She was pretty good at this trick, as he'd expected she would be, and soon he could feel that familiar stiffening of the penis that he loved so much.

He was also moving his prick, massaging the sides of her breasts as well, working along and around the base of her boobs. He could feel her skin becoming warmer, her breasts caressing his cock as if it was already inside her cunt.

Now, her eyes were wide open and burning with lust.

Just what he wanted.

Slowly, he began to back away, letting his cock remain on her skin. His cock began to move, from the cleft between her breasts toward her stomach, her navel, touching her clit on the way...

She started to tremble when his cock touched her clit.

Then, he moved it so that it was right against her cunt lips. They began to chatter, and he could feel that he was just about erect enough.

He began to shove his cock into her cunt.

She was plenty wet enough, so she didn't even need to grab it as she did and help guide it inside. But, once it started to slide inside, it moved along nice and easy until it was in up to the hilt, and she could feel his cock jammed in all the way home.

He began to hump and pump her, driving her ass hard against the wet grass. She almost slipped, but he held her firm, her breasts crushing against his chest. He began to nibble at her shoulders, leaving her little love bites to remember him by.

She started to go into orgasm, and he could hear her moaning with sexual anticipation. He could feel her cunt churning, its juices loose and flowing. Her pussy membranes began their manipulations, caressing his prick and squeezing it, trying to squeeze the seeds out of it.

She was squirming like a worm on a hook now, and despite the coolness of the evening, she was sweating. He was beginning to perspire a bit himself, as he kept on driving hard inside her, feeling her orgasms increase in intensity.

He was just about ready to come ... his balls were stretching his scrotum to bursting ... his prick was stiff and tensed as a tuning fork...

He came.

He pumped sticky, spurting sperm into her cunt, and she could feel the explosive power of his prick as he blasted away. He really felt like fucking now, and he kept on going for the longest time, more than matching her intensity and orgasms. He had to admit, she had really inspired him tonight.

So ... he just kept on ... fucking . . and fucking ... again...