Chapter 4
Rebecca heard the front door close and rushed into the hall. "Darling!" she squealed. "You're home early." She rushed to him, threw her arms around his neck, and gave him a big wet smooch.
"I thought I'd take you out to dinner," Clay said. "Unless you have other plans."
Oh, I would much rather stay home and fuck! But I'll take whatever time I can get with you.
"Darling, even if I did, I would cancel them without blinking an eye. What should I wear? Where are we going?"
"Oh, no place imagine. I don't want to stay out too late."
Her face fell. "You don't have to go back to the office, do you?"
"No. I don't want to stay out too late because I want to spend some time with you. Alone."
Her spirits brightened immediately. "I haven't had a better offer in a couple of weeks. I just got out of the tub, so all I have to do is put on some clothes. Don't suppose I can go in a negligee, huh?"
He caught the reference to the last time they made love. "No, I don't suppose so," he replied, patting her ass affectionately. "I'll take a shower while you dress."
She dressed to entice. She hadn't had her husband's cock in two weeks, and was determined to make the most of the opportunity. Her tryst with Alan that afternoon took the edge off her hunger, but she would pass up a night with the most famous lover in the world for a chance to do the mattress mambo with her husband. She just wished he understood and didn't spend so much time at his damned office!
Over dinner, Clay gave Rebecca a searching look and said, "Why the long face? What makes you so unhappy?"
"You're killing yourself," she replied. And our marriage, damn it! Why can't I tell you how much I need you home at night? Why can't you understand my needs and take care of them? Other men are a substitute for you, darling. Vibrators and fingers don't get the job done, so I fuck other men. I would much rather fuck you. "You drive yourself so hard. I don't want to lose you."
The muscles in his jaw trembled as he clenched his teeth in exasperation. "We've had this conversation before. Several times. Getting a new company off the ground takes a lot of work. Bruce's forte is business and Jerry's forte is sales. That leaves me to create the product we sell."
"I understand all that, darling. Your company is three years old now. According to our bank account, it's doing very well. I don't mean to nag. It's just that I need more of your time. As you know, I don't like quickies, but I'm more than willing to make an exception for you. Can't we at least meet for lunch every day?"
Clay shook his head. "When I don't eat a sandwich at my desk, I have lunch with clients. I might be able to squeeze out a day now and then, but certainly not every day."
Why do I even try? Artists are supposed to have fire in their souls and a lust for life. My husband is more like an engineer than an artist! But I love him, damn it, and I'm not going to give up yet!
She deliberately changed the subject to give him a chance to cool down. "My filet of sole is very good," she said. "How's your steak?"
"Not bad. I've had better. At least the wine is good."
Is he digging me because he had to order a white wine to go with my fish and a red to go with his meat? Am I paranoid? Why do I look for a hidden meaning in everything he says?
"Ordering a white and a red Bordeaux was a stroke of genius," she said. "A split is just right for me. Thank you for inviting me to dinner. I enjoy being with you."
He smiled, indicating he was over his pique. "You aren't bad company yourself. Would you like to stop for a nightcap?"
"Why waste time? We have a full liquor cabinet at home. I can think of more fun things to do than sit in a bar."
Clay nodded, took her arm, and escorted her to the car. Rebecca sat against the door, half turned toward him as he drove, eating him up with her eyes.
God, I love you, you handsome bastard! I'd love to fuck you right here and now! My pussy feels like the Everglades on the Fourth of July!
"You don't have to sit so far away," he said.
"I enjoy looking at you, darling. You'll see just how close I can get when we get home. Besides, I thought you could see me better if I sat over here."
"I can see you very well. And looking at you gets me excited."
"No more excited than I am, darling."
Excited wasn't the word for it. The bulge in his pants made her heart flutter. He had to know she wasn't wearing a bra. He probably didn't know she wasn't wearing panties. She felt brazen and shameless.
"Can you see this better with me sitting over here?" she asked softly.
Rebecca slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, baring her big, firm tits. She saw the bulge in his pants immediately get bigger as he tried to look at her and drive at the same time.
"Jesus! You're naked under that blouse!"
"I thought you could tell. My nipples certainly stuck out enough." She pinched one hard bud and gently pulled it, making it even harder. "I left them bare just for you."
"Yeah, I was sure you did, but to see the proof this way is something else!"
"You just get us home safely and I'll show you lots of other things."
She continued to play with her nipples, nearly driving him to distraction as he tried to look at her and pay attention to the road at the same time. He pulled into the driveway and she jumped out and trotted into the house, bare tits jiggling, shapely ass wiggling. She went into the living room, and the moment he closed the door, she flipped up her skirt and exposed her bare ass to him.
"Damn! No panties, either!"
She turned to face him and grinned. "You know how I hate clothes, so why wear something I knew I was going to take off the moment we got home?" She tore off her blouse and unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
"God, you're gorgeous," he whispered. She swelled with pride, stuck her big tits out at him and let him ogle her nude body. "Why don't you get undressed?" she asked, her voice soft and seductive. "I like to look at your naked body, too."
He quickly shed his clothes and stood just as proud as she did, letting him feast her eyes on him. His cock stood straight out from his hairy groin, throbbing and bobbing, almost as if it could sense where it was headed and was eager to get there.
"Your gorgeous cock looks like it's bowing to me," she giggled. She spread her legs so he could see her pussy lips peeking through her brown pussy hair and ran her hand over her mound. "It must like what it sees."
"I sure do," he said.
He gathered her into his arms. When his mouth covered hers, she remembered her afternoon romp with Alan. She thought she had cum enough with him to keep her happy for a few hours. However, her pussy began to tingle the moment Clay came home early. Now it felt as if a full orchestra had taken up residence in it, playing one sprightly tune after the other as loud as they could.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, her lips coming alive against his, and his tongue entered the warm cavern of her mouth to fence with hers.
He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled on her head as her mouth worked hungrily against his. Her soft, moist lips quivered, working against his as if she wanted to devour him. Moans of desire bubbled out of her throat as their tongues entwined, rolling over and under each other, and her sweet saliva flowed into his mouth.
She stepped back and ran her hands over her tits and cupped them in her palms, presenting the heavy, creamy globes to him. Her nipples stuck out like the erasers on oversized pencils.
As always happened when he found himself in one of the infrequent erotic encounters with his wife, a tiny warning signal flashed through his mind. A foreboding that he didn't really know her, even after ten years of marriage. Her sexual appetite, her raw lust, bewildered him, intimidated him. He suspected he wasn't the only man she fucked; never had been, right from their wedding day. He never asked. She wouldn't lie to him, and he was afraid to hear the answer.
Nevertheless, he couldn't resist her. He wondered if any man could, if any one man could satisfy her voracious appetite for sex. The all-consuming lust roaring through him--a compelling craving that made his longing for Coco seem insipid by comparison--overpowered the warning.
He went to his knees and held out his hands to the beautiful creature standing before him, willed her to come to him so he could pay homage to her exquisite body and delectable pussy.
Rebecca smiled down at her husband. She tangled her fingers in his hair, straddled his shoulders and pulled his head between her thighs. A titillating taste filled his mouth as the nest of rich chestnut hair in her crotch covered his lips.
She bent his head back and pressed her snatch down. She slipped her hands between his face and her thighs and peeled her thick lips apart, opening the way for his tongue. She put one foot on the chair and spread her nether lips wide as she tangled her fingers in his hair again, anxiously pressing his mouth to her humid cunt. She rocked her hips smoothly back and forth, smearing her quim all over his face, forcing him to kiss and tongue her from the top of her gash to the crack of her ass.
"Mmmmm, your tongue feels delightful, darling," she whispered. "You like to lick my cunt, don't you?"
He grunted in the affirmative. She knew him so damn well, knew what made him tick, which buttons to push to influence him completely. He wished he knew how to control her as well. She had only one button to push-the one on top of her slit--and she would push it herself if no one was around to push it for her. Her clit ruled her. Her motor was always running. Push her clit, and it immediately began to race.
She stepped back and smiled down at him again. "You like for me to lick your cock, too, don't you?"
She didn't expect an answer. She didn't need one. She knew his knees got weak just thinking about sticking his cock into her proficient mouth. She pulled him to his feet and pushed him into the chair. She got on her knees between his legs and leaned forward. Her tongue flicked out and traced paths of fire around his nipples and down his stomach.
Her head moved lower and her tongue curled around the head of his cock. Then her mouth closed over his distended knob. She glanced up at him, her lips shining wetly as she smiled once more. She knew his thoughts, knew he wished he could gain some smidgen of control over her. He never had, and never would. Reveling in the pleasure she was giving him, in the knowledge that no one could control her, she set about loving his pulsating prick.
Lowering her head, she let his strong prong slide into the depths of her hot mouth. His muscles tensed and waves of ecstasy washed over him as her head began to bob slowly up and down, her tongue and lips pressing his prick firmly.
She absorbed more and more of his lance until the head pressed against the back of her throat and the hair around his shaft tickled the tip of her nose. Reaching between his thighs with both hands, she cupped his balls and began to massage the heavy orbs, sending new shock waves of enchantment through him. Lifting her head from his towering tool, she traced the tip of her tongue along the inside his thighs.
She continued to play with his nuts with one hand, wrapped her other hand around his shaft and gently stroked it. Her tongue teased the tip of his prick as her hand slid up and down. Suddenly, she gobbled his cock again, shoving it deep into her throat with an intense, nerve-tingling plunge.
She felt his prick begin to throb harder and pulled away from him. "I'll suck you off after you fuck me," she said throatily.
She walked away slowly, deliberately exaggerating the swing of her ass, and went to the bedroom. She lay in the middle of the bed, legs spread, one knee flexed, idly fingering her slit as she waited for him.
When Clay entered the bedroom, he stood by the bed for a few moments, admiring her voluptuous, naked body. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice husky with lust. "You're actually glowing now. Something happened this afternoon. I won't ask you what. I don't want to know."
She held out her arms. "Do you need to know anything but how much I love you? How much I want you to fuck me? How much I adore your cock?"
He joined her on the bed, took her in his arms and their bodies fused. She melted into his arms, put one arm around his neck and slid her other hand down his back and pressed her fingers into the base of his spine. She crooked her fingers and scratched her nails lightly up and down his backbone, from the crack of his ass to his shoulders and back again.
His fingers wandered down her back. He began to fondle her shapely ass and she pressed her lips wetly against his mouth, gave him her tender tongue in a sweet gesture of abandonment.
They kissed deeply as Clay fondled the silky mounds of ass flesh. He knew her body so well, yet somehow it felt different every time he touched it. He separated her shapely buns, ran his fingers down the deep groove, tickled her asshole and extended his finger so he could feel the heat from her twat.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she murmured.