Chapter 1
Rachel Dunn stopped what she was doing and raised her head with a snap that tossed her long mane of curly hair from her face. Something about the angle of the sunlight coming into the hotel room caught Troy's hard-on just right, nicking it gleam with a glossy wetness.
Curled up cozily at his side, one long, shapely leg draped over his legs, Rachel ogled her handiwork and his sexy, saliva-coated specimen and wriggled with pleasure, purring inside.
She'd seen him at his horniest a number of times before, but never quite like this. Never with the light hitting him, and his main attraction spotlighted.
"Your cock looks like candy," she murmured wrap-ping a snug fist around its base, angling the raised, swollen tip over to her mouth. Slinking her wily tongue out, she ran it slowly around his purple glans. "You taste like candy."
"Sorry I won't be able to go on treating you to it," he responded, reminder her that this was to be their last time together.
Rachel held her tongue in place and nodded her head to and fro to rub provocatively against the side of his cockhead. "I'll survive," she said in the brief instant before she swept the oval of her lips down around his throbbing pecker.
Now, with her hair loose and no make-up, Rachel looked all of nineteen years old. And she had the taut, supple, pert-nippled body to back up the bluff. Usually, out in public or relaxing at home, she passed for twenty-four or five. At her most glamorous, and playing the role of devoted wife, she edged closer to her real age -- twenty-nine. It seemed the more fun she had, the younger she looked and felt.
Her hair was dark, all curls and coiffed tangles. Her eyes were dark, too, and they were eyes that promised something illicit.
Her face was undeniably pretty, with a small, slightly up-turned nose. She didn't smile as much as she leered, or grinned lasciviously, or brightened in one form of carnal delight or other. Few people looked at Rachel and saw innocence.
Rachel liked it that way. It saved her from having to go through a lot of bullshit when people knew what they were getting.
Feeling the lewd pleasure of the passing moments washing over her, Rachel rolled onto her knees next to Troy. Crouching low, she bobbed her head and upper body and ran her sucking mouth up and down his thick shaft. She twisted to look up his body, meeting his gaze with a foxy expression.
He grinned at her, enjoying her boldness, her wickedness, her expertise. It was nice to be appreciated and she was going to miss him, though why his pending marriage had to end a perfectly good affair was beyond her. But that was how he wanted it and there was no use arguing.
She was letting him go, because there were other studs in the pasture, and because he might grow tired of his pride in time, and she could have the pleasure of seeing him come sniffing around to pick up where they'd left off.
Bit by bit, Rachel inched her knees to one side, slowly swinging her backside around to within reach of Troy's right hand. It was an offering and an invitation, and with a rich thrill she felt him respond, felt his fingers come to her ass cheeks and begin to explore between and underneath.
She shifted her ass closer to his upper body, until her knees were digging into the bedding by his side and she was facing almost directly down his legs as she continued to fellate him.
Rachel pushed her knees out from under her body, lifting her ass into the air as her thighs slid up. Troy's hand rode up with her backside, his fingers slipping into her cleft and following it down to the hanging folds of her pussy.
She loved being touched and played with down there. And if that could happen while she was doing something she enjoyed, so much the better.
And she did enjoy giving head. Something about a smooth hard-on sliding through her lips, filling her mouth with throbbing male energy over and over again did something to her. Often she would go all the way like that and feel herself coming close to climaxing when the hot essence exploded into her mouth and throat.
She would have gone that route today, but they didn't have a lot of time. Troy would have had his fun, but what about her? She couldn't let herself be left high and dry on their last romp together. She wouldn't.
Planting her hands to either side of Troy's hips, Rachel swooped down on his cock with her caressing mouth. Her cheeks sunk inward and she pulled up to his ridge with clinging lips. She continued at a slow, easy pace, stroking his hardness over and over.
Her cutely shaped ass swayed to its own inner music as Troy's fingertips slid up and down the soft ridges of her pussy lips. Every time he came to her clit he applied quick, circular strokes, never quite touching the stiffening bud directly, but having a definite erotic effect on her.
A heavy gust of breath rushed out of Rachel. She squirmed with pleasure on Troy's cock and against his teasing fingers. The fun she adored, all sexy and hot and consuming, was starting for real.
Troy had been good for her from the start, only a couple of short months ago at a party. He had seen the tempting look in her eyes and measured her potential with a Casanova's skill, and before the party was over she had had the possibilities considered as well. Two days later they were falling into bed together.
He had looks -- brownish blond hair, blue eyes -- but they weren't necessarily the attraction. Not alone, anyway. He also had an unforced charm about him, and she'd liked the openly interested way he'd looked at her, without it turning into lust. He would meet her halfway in bed, she had thought, and not be dominating, or selfish, or stickily adoring and worshipful. In short, he would be a man, all grown up, and ready for fun.
She'd been right.
She would miss him, but she wasn't sorry he was going off to marry someone else, or that she was already married herself. She wasn't going to agonize over thoughts of what might have been.
As a husband, Troy would be too smart for Rachel's own good. He would know her too well and put up with too little. She would have to stay faithful, or lose him. Utmost discretion would not fool him. A terrible quality in a husband.
It might be fun to try to stay faithful, she thought sometimes. But after a while it would get to be burden. For Rachel, monogamy was a myth.
That being the case, having a husband could be difficult, but Rachel had chosen well. Dwight was awfully trusting and in his eyes she could do no wrong -- and did no wrong.
She had chosen well, but it had not been easy. Aside from gullibility, she'd required certain wealth and generosity. Actually working for a living was something Rachel was no more cut out for than monogamy.
Rachel thought of herself as a woman of leisure, which rhymed with pleasure, which went together.
Suddenly wanting more than mere fingers on her pussy, Rachel kicked one leg over and straddled Troy's shoulders with a saucy wriggle of her taut body. She lowered her privates toward his mouth, feeling his hot breath on the damp of her crotch, her nerve endings bristling in anticipation of even sweeter contact.
Arms between her thighs, Troy reached up and around Rachel's hips. His forgers slid over her ass cheeks into the nook under them, then pried apart the fleshy folds of her pussy lips.
Rachel felt herself being spread open back there, with cool air and hot breath on her inner pink flesh. It sent a buzz of horny expectation through her sensualized body, making her heart beat harder and faster. She loved the sensation of rising arousal, spent long hours thinking about it and occasional hours craving it and never quite enough time reveling in it. She was in the middle of it now and couldn't imagine anything sweeter or more intoxicating.
She let the thickness of Troy's prick drop from the wet grasp of her mouth. Her tongue poured out and she licked down the underside of the glistening shaft, continuing onto his balls. She ran her light probe around and between them, alternately thanking Troy for his attention and encouraging more of it.
The caressing wriggle of his tongue against her inner pussy lips sparked a lewd flinch of excitement inside Rachel. It squeezed a fresher, deeper feel of arousal into her system, and she made a purring sound of deepening enjoyment.
Rachel puckered, soft lips around one of Troy's testicles and drew it hid the wet warmth of her mouth. She raised her head and let the ball slip back through the squeezing ring of her lips. Then she went for the other one.
The tip of Troy's tongue went slowly and deliciously up and down the open pink furrow of Rachel's twat. He was probing deeper all the time, the motions of his tongue becoming more focused as he honed in on her thin inner slit.
Brushing against the tiny opening of her tunnel, he added deliberate pressure. The point of his tongue began to twist and he wound his way into her streaming chute. He ground deeper and deeper into her lining.
Rachel shuddered over him. She shifted her weight back against his grinding mouth, fastening herself to him and seeking to take his wily probe deeper into her needing flesh pit.
Her body hungering for even more sensation, she sid her swollen lips up to Troy's cockhead. She spread her mouth around the purple glans and let it slide toward his base, gorging herself on his throbbing rod. She felt herself grow dizzy with excitement.
Troy's hands slid over her firm ass and on up her back, he seeming to marvel at her hot smoothness. Her skin was tanned all over, though not terribly deeply. It was well cared for, even pampered. She was sinewy and supple and strong from regular exercise, not to mention extra-curricular activity.
He slipped his hands underneath and pressed her boobs flat with his broad palms. Her tits were on the small side, but they were in proportion with her spry body, with up-tilted nipples and a perky fullness.
He sank his tongue as far as he could into the depths of her baking cunt, as if starving for every last taste of her funky, feminine flavoring. He stabbed his tongue into her wet lining and scooped a delicious feast out of her delicate pinkness.
He palmed her ass roughly, causing her cheeks to move against his face and her pussy to grind against his open lips. He was losing himself in her, in the raunchy fun of the passing moments, getting carried away by the unabashed sexiness of her.
It was flattering and delightful for Rachel. And he was pretty sexy himself, giving her plenty to get carried away with.
Rachel did not hold back. That she was a married woman with another man did not dampen her enjoyment or her enthusiasm. There came a point when rules and laws lost all meaning and simple nature took over, and all that mattered was reaching that bright light at the end of the tunnel.
Rachel left Troy's prick with a wet slurp and pulled away from his digging tongue and grasping hands. She crawled down astride of him on the bed, tossing herself upright over his hips without turning to face him. She reached down between her thighs and pulled his cock up into line with her pussy, then lowered her eager body.
Her swollen; slick pussy lips spread out on the flare of Troy's cockhead and seemed to guide him into her waiting, slick lining. Rachel pressed down, forcing her-self open to deeper and deeper lengths, taking his prick inside with a wanton hunger.
Rachel lowered until she was sitting on Troy's mid-section as if in a saddle. Her ass twisted and squirmed to find the most comfort in the seat, the insides of her thighs rubbing silkily over Troy's hips and upper legs, his cock tilting and twisting this way and that inside her.
Rachel leaned forward, sliding her hands down Troy's strong thighs to his knees. She groaned low down in her throat and rotated her pussy lips against the surrounding base of his cockshaft, rocked her hips to and fro and wiggled her ass like a restless thoroughbred in the starting gate.
She gathered a slow, deep breath and sent herself into motion, shifting up and away from Troy's loins, angling his rigid rod forward. It was one of his favorite positions and one of her own as well. They couldn't have a final fling without' indulging in it at least a little.
At first Rachel was simply enjoying the relief and pleasure of having him inside her. But this was a fleeting satisfaction, and the rising and falling motions of her body began to show an increasingly obvious sense of purpose. The languorous slides of her pussy took on a more determined flavor, beginning to actively stroke the pulsing length as she rubbed and grated herself over it.
Presently, she planted both feet under her, to either side of Troy's legs. Squatting over him, leaning forward, she started bouncing her ass up and down, swiftly and surely running her pussy over his hard-on.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "I'm starting to like this."
"I know what you mean," he responded. He was letting his hands ride on her bounding ass cheeks as he watched his cock appear and disappear just beyond her widely spread cleft.
His legs squirmed against her pressing hands. She would not let them bend so that he could dig in his heels and drive his cock up into her. This was her show and she was going to run it.
By rocking his pelvis, Troy was able to generate some motion but not much. Not that he needed to for either of their enjoyment. Rachel was taking care of that. Soon he gave up trying and went along for the ride.
Rachel wanted to show him, or remind him, of what he would be missing out on in the days and weeks and months and maybe even years ahead. They had agreed to part as friends, but the devil inside her had to get in two cents worth. Let him lie awake at night remembering how good it had been, and how good it could have gone on being.
Rachel changed her rhythm, suddenly rocking to and fro, going from heel to toe, the motions of her body resembling someone on a hobby horse. The lips of her fiery twat slid up high on Troy's cock, then slithered down to be flattened around his base by the weight of her body as she dug her ass into his midsection. Was Troy moaning in pleasure or discomfort every time she rocked back onto her heels and down on him? It was hard to tell.
Tiring of that approach and getting tantalizingly close to the nitty-gritty, Rachel swept both arms around be-hind her and planted them on Troy's upper arms. Leaning back over him with her pussy now more in a natural angle with his slanted prick, with her knees in the air and wide apart, she resumed her tireless fuck motions.
The round, smooth cheeks of her ass brushed over his hips and lower stomach as she swept to and fro on Troy's cock. With her hands off his legs, he was now free to join in the fucking, and he did. Let him remember fucking her like this and all the other ways. Let him feel tormented by as many pleasures as possible.
Truthfully, it wasn't just the devil talking. She did have one small grudge against Troy. Breaking off their affair was leaving her with the nuisance of searching for a replacement. There may be plenty of possibilities out there, but someone of quality wasn't necessarily easy to find. Landing a suitable lover could be as difficult as getting the right husband.
Monogamous she wasn't, but neither was she promiscuous. That was to say, she rarely took more than one playmate at a time. Not that she wasn't tempted, but life was easier this way, and safer.
Twisting her pelvis as she drove her hips forward and washed her ass back over Troy's lower body, Rachel went all out. She rubbed smoothly and swiftly over Troy's pumping pecker, inflaming his excitement as he inflamed hers.
Rachel's nether region gave a hot shiver as her climax came close to tearing loose inside her exerting body. She was so close. Her tongue ran wild over her lips. She panted with arousal and expectation. She hunched hard with her hips and felt the swift stabs of Troy's avid prick.
With a sudden rumbling rush, Rachel's climax was breaking over her. The surging tides threatened to overwhelm her with their sweeping, torrid sensations of fulfillment. Her head went back, her trembling body and slender neck straining as if to keep her from losing her breath.
Troy's driving cock was now chasing his spurting seed up Rachel's fuck chute and his ardent motions continued as she went soft and lay down on her back on top of him. Finally, accepting that there wasn't a stroke left in his limp dick, his hips gave up and he went slack, exhaling a deep breath by Rachel's right ear. He wrapped his arms around her body and she draped the backs of her legs over the tops of his legs.
"That was good," he said softly. "Maybe the best ever."
"Maybe?" she challenged, half-jokingly.
"Okay," he allowed. "The best."
"It could get better," she pointed out.
"Now, now," he countered, "you've corrupted me enough. Behave yourself."
"You just don't know what's good for you," she teased. "I know what's bad for my impending marriage," he said to that.
"She wouldn't have to find out. If she did you could get her to forgive you. In the meantime...."
"You're terrible."
"I know."
"Doesn't marriage mean anything to you?"
"It means I get to shop when I want," she answered.
"Until he finds out. Or are you counting on being forgiven?"
"Dear Dwight? He'd never even suspect. I'm his angel."
"You sure about that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Never underestimate a husband. Or overestimate one. Ever heard that advice? Maybe you should consider it. I'd hate to see you wind up on your ass in the street."
"I'm flattered you care."
"It's just a parting sentiment," he answered.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm discreet. I'm not reckless."
"That's good. Now all you have to worry about is the joke being on you."
"Meaning?"
"Well, wouldn't it be funny if all the time you've been sneaking around on him, pulling the wool over his eyes, he's been sneaking around on you?"
"Yeah," she answered derisively, "hilarious." Then, getting the picture of Dwight as a wayward playboy, she broke out in raucous laughter.