Chapter 1
The apartment was pitch black. Glen knew the routine. He hung his flight cap on the coat rack by the door. He took of his uniform blouse and tie and hung them by his cap.
He still couldn't believe that a stunning thirty-year-old woman had agreed to marry him. He closed his eyes and pictured his new bride-a five-foot, seven-inch bundle of sex appeal with long, lustrous red hair, dazzling green eyes, beautiful, sensual features, and a foxy body that would stop rush hour traffic on the freeway. When she entered a room, her nipples arrived several seconds before the rest of her, and the wait was well worthwhile.
He wished he knew more about his wife. They married after a whirlwind, one-month courtship, then honeymooned in the Caribbean for two weeks. Besides knowing she was a flight attendant for the same airlines where he worked and had a voracious sexual appetite, he barely knew her. Maybe he should have taken a couple of steps back and thought about the situation before he proposed to her. What was a staid forty-seven-year-old airplane driver doing with a hot young woman who seemed dedicated to fucking him to death?
It's like a man wandering in the desert, dying of thirst, he thought. When he reaches the oasis, he doesn't ask why the water is there. He simply drinks his fill. And I can think of worse ways to die than being married to a vivacious sexpot! Until I met Sheila, I didn't believe in unicorns, miracles, or witches. Now, I just might have to admit that I believe in all three!
He wondered what she had planned this time. She was a great one for devising new and exciting games to keep their sex life more interesting. He never knew what to expect. Sometimes, she was sitting on the couch in sloppy clothes when he came home, sometimes she was dressed to the nines for a night out, and sometimes she concocted an elaborate diversion for the evening. Whatever they did, she never disappointed him. Just being with her was delightful.
Her voice came out of the darkness, and startled him for an instant.
"Hello, darling," she breathed sexily. "Game time."
"Mmmmm, I thought so. What is it tonight? Am I supposed to do something to start it?"
A bright circle of illumination from an overhead track light suddenly came on. He blinked his eyes and tried to find his wily wife. Sheila was shadowy, almost an illusion, as she came to him out of the darkness. She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him lightly on the lips. His hands wandered down her back and over her superb ass. She stepped closer and rubbed her crotch into his.
"I have it all planned, darling," she whispered. "I hope you don't mind having dessert before dinner," she giggled.
She took his hand and led him to the pool of light. Her lipstick was bright red and gooey, exactly the way he liked it when they played lascivious games. She wore a tight black evening gown, split up both sides to the waist, with sparkling doodads all over it. Black silk opera-length gloves covered her hands and forearms. A diamond choker glittered around her exquisite, graceful neck. Her long red hair was arranged in an upsweep. She was so damn regal, so damn elegant, that his cock pulsated.
She stepped back, out of the light. She waited, letting the anticipation, the suspense, build.
"Tell me what you're thinking," she said quietly.
"How exciting you are," he replied softly. "Are those Brazilian bombshells as hot as I've heard?"
"I don't know."
"You didn't fuck any of them? "No."
"Your balls must be pretty full. Do you expect to dump your heavy load of cum in me?"
"I never know what to expect from you," he said with a soft, wry chuckle. "I want to dump it in you."
She stepped back into the light with him. Her superb, jaunty tits showed almost to the nipples in the low-cut dress. The tops of her dusty-rose areolae puckered with arousal. Her sapphire-hard nipples made taut little hillocks in the dress. She caressed his cheek with her silk glove and smiled seductively.
"God, you're gorgeous," he husked, his vocal cords tight with excitement.
She stepped back out of the light again. "Show me your cock," she said softly.
His cock was already so hard, it hurt. He unzipped his pants and dug it out. It looked like a pale iron bar sticking out of his dark pants.
"Beautiful," she said, as if seeing it for the first time. "I love your cock, darling. Stroke it."
He gripped his shaft loosely in one hand and stroked it slowly. She let him play with himself for a few moments, then stepped forward. The light illuminated the top half of her body and shaded the bottom half.
She smiled like Mona Lisa and took his cock away from him. She wrapped her gloved hand around the shaft and he almost came right then and there. He couldn't believe how incredibly good it felt when she stroked his cock with her silk gloves.
She licked her lips suggestively and sank to her knees. She stripped the foreskin back and curled her tongue around the head of his cock. She ran the tip over her heavily painted lips, leaving bright red streaks on the bare flesh. Slowly, like the wanton seductress she was, she opened her lips and let the crown of his cock slide into her mouth.
His knees nearly buckled. God, it felt sensational! "Damn," he muttered.
She put her palms on the front of his thighs and began to bob her head. His prick slid slowly in and out of the tight round hole of her mouth. Her lipstick left bright red streaks along the shaft. The tip bumped the back of her throat, jolting his jangled nerves with thunderbolts, making his knees weaker.
She cut her twinkling, devilish emerald-green eyes up at him and let his knob enter her throat. Her lips touched the hairy base of his cock. She twisted her head, giving him an indescribable thrill, and rubbing that dark red lipstick all over his prick.
She reached into his pants and withdrew his nuts. She rolled them around in the palm of one silky, gloved hand as she applied extraordinary suction to his cock. She pulled her head back, keeping about half of his cock in her mouth, and wrapped her other gloved hand around his shaft.
His guttural, quaking voice shattered the eerie quiet. "Can't hold it back much longer, darling."
She curled her tongue around the knob of his cock and sucked harder. He put his hands behind her head and struggled to keep his knees from giving way. Her hands shot out, knocked his hands away, then returned to his cock and balls. She shook her head, telling him she wanted to control the action. His heavily laden balls ached, beating down his ability to protest.
Scant moments before he came, her mouth left his cock. She put both hands on the shaft, one above the other, and stroked rapidly. Her silk gloves nearly drove him out of his mind! He looked down at her. She had her mouth at the tip of his cock, wide open, like a little bird waiting for food. He could see only the top half of her body, which added to the feeling that he existed in the middle of some mystical fantasy.
His cock literally exploded. Her hands moved faster, double-stroking harder, stripping his cock down so hard it hurt. Cum gushed out in thick gobs. She caught every drop of his sticky seed in her mouth. He thought she had emptied him-until she swallowed his cock again and forced him to give her more.
She released his cock and sat back on her haunches with an enigmatic smile. Inconceivably, his cock still pointed at her brightly painted mouth, as hard as ever. Her smile broadened. She pulled her dress up around her waist, fell onto her back, and kicked her heels in the air.
Now, he could see only the bottom half of her body. Her milky skin gleamed brightly in the harsh light. Black silk panties with a long slit down the middle encased her red-haired pussy.
"Your turn," he said. "Show me some pink and play with your pretty pussy."
She put her feet on the floor with her legs wide open. She put both hands in her crotch and opened her humid crack, displaying the succulent interior. The middle finger of her right hand slithered up and down her wet, hair-lined slit.
"Oooh, I love that feeling," she moaned. Her hips writhed gently. She teased herself, and him, for a few moments, then grasped her trim ankles and pulled her legs into the air. Her sexy chuckle made his spine tingle. "Come on, darling," she whispered hotly. "I've got my hot little pussy fully primed for you. Fuck my brains out."
He fell to his knees and rammed his aching cock into her fiery cunt with enough force to scoot her across the floor.
She became a bundle of energy, her strong thigh muscles rippling as she held her ass off the floor. She fucked back at him with wild gyrations. She threw her hips up and her tight sheath swallowed his cock right down to the root when he slammed into her. She held her inner muscles tight and reluctantly let his dick slide out when he pulled back. She bounced and jerked so hard her tits flopped out of the top of her dress. He watched the magnificent mounds jiggle and shimmy and jitterbug all over her chest.
Fucking her was like trying to ride a wild bull. Her sprightly cunt muscles milked him incessantly, dynamically, coaxing another load from him. He grunted and gasped and panted. He hung onto her clenching buttocks for dear life and plowed her fertile crescent with all of the strength he could muster.
"Oh, fuck!" he yelled.
"Oh, yeah, darling," she cooed. "You'd better believe it! Give me your cum. Let me have it. Fill me with your hot cream."
Did he have any choice? He bored all the way into her electrifying sheath and let loose. Her well-padded ass hit the floor with a loud thump. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and pulled, as though trying to absorb his whole body with her liquid cunt.
He rode the top of her gash, rubbing her clit with his pubic bone. She started cumming, and got even wilder. He leaned down and kissed her sticky lips. His mouth went from tit to tit, licking her stiff nipples. Her orgasm went on and on, finally stopping just before he thought she would fuck his cock off.
He gave her a big, sloppy smooch, and fell over onto his side. A few minutes later, she got up and left him. When she returned, she dropped his robe on top of him.
"Dinner in about thirty minutes, darling," she said.
He got up and went into the bedroom to change into his robe. Not his ratty old terry cloth robe. A new, white silk one. His lady had been shopping again. Whoever made it skimped on the material. Half of his ass and the head of his cock showed below the bottom.
He went back into the living room and squinted in the bright glare. Every light in the place burned brightly. His eyes adjusted and he saw his darling love goddess standing in the middle of the floor, holding two tall, frosted drinks. And wearing nothing but high heels and a long strand of black beads that nestled between her large tits.
"Wow!"
She grinned. "You like?" She did a slow twirl so he could see all of her glorious body. "I read that a girl should never be totally naked, so I put on heels and the beads." She handed him one of the glasses.
"I love it," he said.
"How do you like your new robe?"
"You bought the wrong size." He looked down at the head of his flaccid cock hanging below the hem.
"Huh-uh. If I can go around naked, you can wear that. I like to look at your cock as much as you like to look at my pussy and ass."
"Don't forget your tits," he teased.
She giggled and shook her upper body. His eyes did cartwheels trying to keep up with her bouncing tits.
"If you were a nude dancer, you would bring down the house," he said.
"I have all the audience I need right here," she replied with a bright smile. "I love to go naked in front of you and please you. Have you ever eaten in the nude?"
"Only pussy," he replied flippantly.
"That doesn't count. I mean real food."
"Nothing false about pussy, especially yours. I love the way it tastes and feels when I put my tongue in it."
"Down, tiger," she cooed, patting his cheek. "You can have that for dessert."
They sat on the couch and sipped their drinks.
"You said that what I got earlier was dessert."
"Nothing wrong with having two desserts, darling."
"Considering what you call dessert, that could mean two pussies," he said casually. "How would you feel about a threesome with another woman?"
"Been having erotic dreams, darling?" she chuckled. "I don't know. I have to think about it.
I've never played sex games with another woman."
"You wouldn't have to play sex games with her."
"I probably couldn't help myself, darling. I think watching you fuck another woman would be exciting. I know I wouldn't be able to sit on the sidelines and not get totally involved."
"Think about it while you're gone and let me know when you get back. Are you sorry that you're quitting your job?"
"I've been a flight attendant over ten years. I can't give that up without feeling a little remorse." She put her hand on his knee and squeezed it gently. "Don't worry, darling. You aren't forcing me to do something. If I don't stay home, we'll never see each other. You know the company won't let us fly together."
"Well, maybe the trip around the world will help a little."
"You were very sweet to use your clout with the company and arrange that for me, darling. At least, I'll go out in style. What would you think if I go to school, learn the travel business, and open my own agency?"
"Sounds good to me," he replied. "We can take out a loan to get you started."
"We might not need it. I have some money saved, and I'll cash in my retirement fund. I don't expect to fly again unless I want to get somewhere in a hurry. Or, on your splendid cock."
He leaned over and put his lips against hers, and let his tongue slide easily between her lips. He held the kiss for a long time, fucking her mouth with his tongue. By the time that he broke the kiss, she was breathing deeply and a faint flush covered her face and chest.
His caressed her outstanding tits. "Gorgeous," he said softly.
"Oh, that feels good," she whispered. "I really like it when you play with my tits and suck my nipples."
"Maybe almost as much as I like to do it," he said. "I really like to play touchy-feely with you." He leaned down and moved his mouth from tit to tit, sucking and gently nipping her grand nipples.
"That's even better," she said softly. "You really know how to turn me on."
"I might not live to retire, but I like to turn you on."
"You'll live," she replied. "I'll see to it." She squirmed and opened her legs. My pussy is so wet!"
"Really? Maybe I'd better check it for myself, just to be sure you aren't telling me a little white lie." His hand crawled between her thighs and his middle finger slid into her humid slit. "Well, what do you know?" he said softly. "It is pretty wet."
He leaned down and rubbed his cheek over her pussy. She snickered at his audacious act and spread her legs wide. He looked at her naked body, and his prick throbbed fiercely. He had to close his eyes and breath deeply to keep from cumming right then and there.
"Your body glows when you're turned on," he said, awed by her voluptuous beauty. He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh and sighed. "Smooth, smooth as warm silk," he said. "It feels great just to touch you."
"You're just horny," she chuckled. She pulled her knees back until they touched her stiff nipples, tilting her ass off the couch. She knew how much he liked to fondle the cheeks of her ass.
He caressed her smooth buttocks lovingly. "Yes, I'm horny, but there's more to it than that. I like to see you naked and touch you even when I'm not horny. I'm wild about you, darling."
She lowered her legs and gripped his pulsing prick. She adored the size of his long throbbing organ. It filled her pussy so perfectly and he knew how to use it to give her the maximum pleasure. He pushed her back, stretched out next to her and fondled her tits. She tightened her fist around his cock again and turned her face toward him. He kissed her and pushed his tongue into her mouth with passionate eagerness.
She gasped and her body quivered ever so slightly as his tongue slid against hers. Their tongues twisted and twirled with keen desire, thrust and parried impetuously. They were both tremendously excited and their fervor built by leaps and bounds with each succeeding moment.
When his passion reached the point where he thought he was going to explode at any moment, he withdrew his tongue and looked into his wife's eyes.
"Sticking my tongue in your mouth is fun, but I know another place to put it that's more fun," he said.
"Oh? And where is that?" she asked, playing along with his little game.
"Oh, your tantalizing pussy, for instance."
"What's so tantalizing about my pussy?"
"It's so tasty and it's part of your body. Every part of your body is tantalizing."
"You have a silver tongue," she laughed.
"When I get it in your pussy, you'll think it's golden. I'll have you begging for more before I lick your clit like crazy and get you off."
"Don't you always?"
"I sure give it all I've got."
"Indeed you do."