Chapter 3

Peter Young walked behind Lana Moore as they both went down the front steps towards the car. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help feel his cock jerk to life as his eyes followed the sensuously jiggling cheeks of her ass. Painfully he tore his eyes from her and forced himself to get into the car and back out of the driveway. He had just succeeded in getting his mind clear of her when Lana Moore leaned towards him and breathed into his ear, "I just had to get you alone!"

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he drove, Peter said, "Take it easy, Lana, I'm a safely married man and you're a married woman!"

With studied carelessness, she allowed her hand to rest on his thigh. She heaved her shoulders in a sigh of exasperation. "Come on, Peter, that's pretty square. I've heard all that stuff before! The real facts are that you've got a cock and I've got a cunt, that's all that matters!"

Her language and her hand on his thigh bothered Peter. He had enough trouble controlling his thoughts around her without her urging him on. He definitely didn't want to become involved with this woman even if she was a voluptuous little thing. Things like that only led to sticky complications. He felt he had to extricate himself some way before the situation got out of hand.

"And I think you've had a little too much to drink already. It's the liquor in you talking!" he told her bluntly.

"Like hell!" she flared. "I know exactly what I'm doing! You really turn me on, and I'm going to do my best to turn you on!"

So saying, her hand moved up his thigh, lightly, and delved between his legs, feeling for his cock nestled there.

As her hand moved sensuously across Peter's crotch, he felt his cock begin to pulse hotly. Her direct, forward manner, the way in which she turned words into action, somehow captivated him. There was a call to adventure he had not felt for years, but on the other hand, his sense of the safe, the secure and the well-known was too much with him. Even as he felt the first painful jerk in his cock, the shaft growing moment by moment and the crawly feel of his balls filling with his scalding juices, he tried to reject it.

"Damn it, Lana Stop it! I'm not interested in screwing any cunt! I'm not the man for that sort of thing!"

"Who're you trying to kid?" she asked, feeling the expanding growth of his cock through the cloth of his pants. Gleefully, then, she found the tab of his fly zipper, grasped it and pulled it down, the sigh of it loud in the car. With deft knowledge, her hand dipped inside, worming its way through the fly opening of his shorts, her fingers curling halfway around his painfully jerking cock. "This feels like you're quite a man!" she laughed. She squeezed his prick, playfully.

"Listen!" he grated, "I'm not going to play your silly little games! If you don't stop now, I'm going to turn this car around and deliver you back to your husband!"

"No you won't! You want it as much as I do, just be honest with yourself!" she challenged, pulling his cock out of his pants and exposing the huge shaft to the cool night air.

Peter glanced around, nervously, glad that they were still on a residential street with little traffic. She wanted him to be honest with himself? All right, he could be that! Did he want what she was offering? A quick, little illicit affair, a fast fuck in the back seat of his car? He had to admit to himself that his answer would have to be an almost unqualified hell yes! There was something exciting, daring, and adventurous about the whole thing. He had never dreamed any woman could be as direct as young Ed Moore's wife, was being-it was a sort of reverse seduction. Maybe it even bordered on rape, although he had never heard of a man being raped by a woman. In a way, the whole thing was absurd.

"You want me to be honest? In the first place I've never driven down the street with my prick out in a strange woman's hand! And, secondly, I've never fucked any woman but my wife since I've been married!"

"Good God, where have you been? What do you really mean, you've never fucked anybody else since you were married?"

The obscene, four-letter word coming from her lips was a shocker too. It did something to him. His cock jerked in her hand, desire building even higher in him.

"And I haven't heard many women use that word!"

"Sh-it!" She was exasperated. "Find a place to park this car, darling, because I'm going to give you a fast course in sex education!"

"We'd better get back," Peter offered, weakly.

"Why? The fun's just starting!"

"My wife, your husband, they'll be expecting us back!"

"Don't worry about them, honey. If I know my husband, he's probably got his cock rammed all the way up to her sweet little tits already!"

Peter couldn't help his gasp of surprise. "I don't think Janet'd ever do anything like that!"

"I wouldn't bet on that!" Lana declared, stroking the foreskin back and exposing the head of his hardened, throbbing cock to the wash of cool night air. "Sounds like you've been depriving her."

Suddenly, then, she leaned down, her head ducking under the steering wheel, and her mouth poised over his satiny-smooth cockhead. Her voice came to him, just before her lips made wet, hotly tingling contact. That had never happened to him before either! "Well, if you're not going to park so we can both have some fun, I'll amuse you by sucking on this big cock of yours!"

True to her word, her wet hot lips came down over the heavily throbbing cock-tip, engulfing it completely, while she still held the hard, excited shaft of the rod tightly in her tiny hand. He spasmed with the highly erotic shock of the surging sensation. Christ! It felt wonderful!

He groaned, "Oh God!" He was helpless to stop her short of stopping the car and hauling her bodily away, but of course, he was beyond the point of wanting to stop it. Now, there was only one direction, forward and onward to completion. She had succeeded in arousing him as he had never been aroused before in his memory.

There was a decision he had to make. He could, now, drive to some quite secluded spot, hop in the back seat where there was more room and fuck this hot little cunt, like he'd love to, wildly and insanely, then take the consequences of his actions-such as Janet's anger if she were to find out-and the torture of his own conscience.

But, on the other hand, if Ed Moore's wife was so set on sucking him off, he could let her do that, since he was, in a sense, unable to stop her. There would be little chance of Janet's suspecting anything and his conscience would be clear; after all, a blow-job was not really the same as fucking this hot-tailed little bitch, and he would have his fun and relief. He was not quite sure in his own mind, what there would be in it for Lana. Perhaps, at that moment, he could have cared less. It was a nicely tied-up package of rationalization, for his decision was for the latter plan. It was safe, painless, with no complications.

Ahead, he saw the brightly lighted avenue. Damn! He'd have to stay away from there. Turning a block short, he drove along another quiet street, acutely conscious that she was now hotly swirling her tongue, sinuously, around the head of his cock, pausing every now and then to probe at the sensitive slit in its tip with the wetly swirling tip. Then, he felt her fingernails on the shaft of his throbbing cock as she stroked them lightly, tantalizingly, along its length.

Now, Lana's head began to move, slowly, up and down, each down stroke a little longer, and more of the thick, hard shaft was absorbed deeper and deeper into her hotly working mouth and throat. God damn! Her mouth was smooth, almost delicious, he thought, realizing that her lips were rolled down over her teeth to keep them from scraping him. He had to concede that she was clearly an expert-as far as he could tell. How many times had he been just on the point of suggesting that Janet suck his prick and how many times had words failed him, as he found he couldn't ask her or even talk about it! He'd been a damn fool for too many years, thinking that his wife would have been repulsed by sucking his dick. But now as he thought about it, maybe she would have done it gladly.

Instinctively, his hips began to move, countering her bobbing head. He glanced down to see the dim, golden sheen of her long, blonde hair nestled into his lap. He wished, then, that he could watch her lips ovaled around his cock. It would sure give him an extra charge, but there was nothing he could see clearly in the semidarkness.

He turned his eyes back to the road, but the lewd sensations of Lana's mouth on his cock made it impossible for him to concentrate on the road. There was no possibility he could keep on driving while this was going on. He wouldn't be able to concentrate effectively either on his cock or his driving. Realizing that the street on which he was driving turned into the park within a few blocks made him feel better. He'd park at the first opportunity and let come what may! And, he would cum soon! Damn! Her mouth was so deliciously hot on his cock!

Within half a mile, he was driving on the desert road. He swung off the road onto the first dark wide spot alongside the city park. Quickly, he shut off the ignition and turned off the lights. Lana stopped only long enough to mumble, around the head of his cock, "Changed your mind ... huh?"

"Yes, damn it! I sure as hell couldn't keep driving!" Peter tensed his loins and fucked the length of his hard, pulsing cock deeper up into her mouth, feeling it plunge all the way back into her throat, as he began to move in rhythmic counterpoint to her enthusiastically bobbing head.

He was lost in a trance of heated rapture and submerged in a morass of pleasurable sensations. He moaned, softly, unable to believe what was happening to him, as her honeyed mouth moved over his prick with increasing speed and pressure, her tongue giving an extra swirling lick to the lust-inflated cockhead on every outstroke. She seemed to sense exactly what he wanted.

Then, he began to realize that young Ed Moore's wife, too, was in a highly aroused state of her own. He heard her breath coming raspily, in and out of her nose in short, gasping pants, and she was moving her hips in gyrating undulations on the seat of the car.

Her bobbing head attracted him, now he felt the need to guide her, and he reached out with both hands, taking her long golden hair into them and letting her know, explicitly, how he wanted it. With her ears he guided her up and down the shaft of his heavily throbbing cock, his hips fucking it ever more forcefully up into her softly working mouth. He was aware then that her shoulder was moving rhythmically. She still held the shaft of his prick with one hand, and he could see from the moving shoulder and her undulating hips that she was using the other hand on herself. She was fingering her own cunt under her panties while she was sucking on his cock. Smart girl, he thought; she was having her fun, too! Afterward, he told himself, he'd do something in return for her. It was too late now to think of fucking her. He was too close to cumming. And, there was only one way, he knew for sure, to make her cum and that was licking her cunt! His mind cart-wheeled! Christ! He'd never done that before, either, but God, there had been so many times he had wanted to suck and lick his own wife, Janet's, cunt. So many times, he couldn't count them, and he had balked short of asking, afraid to act. Then he wondered: Would it be any different after this? Would it be easier? He didn't know. There were too many years of repression and self-denial.

The gathering sensations concentrated in the bloated head of his cock, and he could feel it pulsing, growing ever larger with each involuntary lurch, as her hotly swirling tongue and sucking lips tantalized and tormented it on every stroke.

Peter could feel it getting nearer for him; the sweet agony of his building load of cock-juices was demanding its release from his swollen balls. It caused him to groan aloud, as his mouth worked, silently at first; then, he was mouthing words.

"Oh God! That feels so good, baby! A little more, just a little more, and I'll be there! I'll cum in just a little while! OOOooooaaauggghhh!"

Throaty, strangled noises replaced the words. He could only gasp his pleasure. His breath came faster, in and out of tortured lungs. It was almost there! He was going to cum, now! He could feel the searing, acid burn of it, beginning far up behind the root of his cock.

Furiously, he rammed his hips up at her face. He could feel it go clear to the hilt in her mouth, his pubic hair mashing up against her nose as she took all of him deep into her throat. Christ! It felt good! There had never been anything like it before! Everything he had missed was there, in the throbbing head of his cock, everything he had denied himself and Janet, and he was almost ready to cum in this other man's wife's mouth!

Then, suddenly, his release was there for him. Explosively the jet of scalding cock juice pumped through the length of his prick, to spray from the slitted tip of the heavily pulsing head into the smooth, honeyed moistness of her hungrily sucking mouth.

"Now!" he choked. "Now! I'm cumming. NOW!"

His hands on the back of her head pulled her down, roughly and hard, on his juice-gushing cock, and he flexed his hips upward, convulsively, pinioning her head, immobilizing it while he stiffened and shot his cum deep up into her desperately swallowing throat.

She swallowed, sucked and swallowed furiously, as the viscous liquid of his burning cum hosed through him and gushed into her mouth. He heard her mewling hum of pleasure that seemed to come from deep in her chest.

Flopping back in the car seat, he relaxed his grip on her head, his hands dropping down to her shoulders to fondle her tits and let his hard-on deflate in her mouth, but she kept right on, continuing to nibble and suck on it, until she had consumed the very last drop of his heated juices; then, with a sigh, she lifted her head and allowed the flaccid shaft of his cock, still glistening wetly from her saliva, to pull from her lips.

"MMmmmmm," she said. "That was nice! Did you like it?"

"Did I!" he exclaimed. "God, I thought I'd never stop cumming!"

She leaned up and offered him her lips. He crushed her to him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to taste the pungent essence of his cum remaining there. They kissed long and deeply, savoring the taste of it, their mouths welded in a fire of passion and desire.

Finally, after long moments, she relaxed and pulled her lips away from his. She leaned back to look at him in the semidarkness, a salacious glow of anticipation shining in her eyes, as her face crinkled in a smile.

"Now me!" she said. "I want to cum, too!"

She opened the car door and climbed, nimbly, into the back seat. Peter, without hesitation, slid out on his side, pausing only to take off his jacket and fling it into the vacated front seat. He crawled into the rear of the car, not bothering even to close his fly.

Lana had already removed her panties. She was just dropping the wispily sheer garment over into the front seat when Peter came in beside her. Leaning back into the far corner of the seat, she pulled her dress up over her hips, shamelessly exposing the whole of her pussy to him in the dim light. He saw that she had worn nothing under her skirt but her thin, sheer, now stripped-away panties, and he somehow found that very sexy and provocative. Spreading her legs, slightly, Lana pressed her hips down and out, sliding her sensuously curved asscheeks out to the edge of the car seat. She moaned low and soft in her throat.

"Oh, God ... lover!" she groaned. "I want you to eat me!"

He did.

With a groan of his own, he leaned down, his palms sliding up the inner satiny flesh of her thighs, and spread her milky-white legs ever farther apart. He gasped as the soft, hair-lined furrow of her cunt was revealed to him, the cum-wet flesh glistening tantalizingly, and he could feel the slow gyrations of her hips as she moved in anticipation of what was coming to her. He gazed at it, hungrily, for a moment before he dropped his head down between her white tapering thighs, the soft curling hair of her pussy grazing his cheeks as he nuzzled into the warmth of her already heated cunt. Even through the fumes of the gin he had consumed, the faint female odor of her heated pussy assailed his nostrils, and he found it pleasant and provoking. He inhaled the woman perfume of her.

Watching him, Lana thrust her hips up at his face impatiently and mewled, "Lick my cunt, baby, lick me good!"

Tentatively, he moved his hands on up into the angle of her thighs, his thumbs going to either side of her thin, slitted pussy to spread the fleshy lips apart. He felt the heat of her loins and the curling softness of her pussy hairs, as the very core of her being was opened and revealed to him. Then, with a surge of desire, he flicked his tongue out to stab it directly into her hungrily waiting cunthole. It was velvety smooth and warm, the tangy flavor of her pleasant to his tongue. A strange, moving excitement mounted in him, and he felt the blood pumping back into his flaccid cock, causing it to throb painfully. Damn His cock was getting hard again, and so soon!

Lana Moore's hands reached out to his head, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair, and she pulled his face in tight to her hotly demanding cunt.

Now, knowing instinctively what she wanted of him, he began to fuck his tongue in and out of her like a tiny make-believe cock, moving in the wetly clinging hotness of her pussy hole.

Then he swirled his long teasing tongue in looping circles around and around, in the open depths of her cunt passage, which brought a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure from Moore's wife's lips.

"OOooohhh! That's it, lover! Don't stop, don't ever stop!" she demanded. "Oh, Oooooh ... oooooooohhh!"

Feeling more confident now of his ability to satisfy her, Peter threw himself wholeheartedly into his sensuous probings of her loins. Suddenly he remembered; it was her clit he should be working on to bring her to full arousal. He moved upward, probing with his lips, until he found the tiny pulsing little shaft of her passion bud. He felt the erotic shock of it in her trembling body, and heard her quickly indrawn breath, as his searching tongue made wet contact with the miniature cock.

Her whimpers of agonized pleasure spurred him on, and he took the pulsing clit between his teeth, holding it firmly but gently while he began to run his tongue hotly around it, finally concentrating on the nerve-rich head, where he laved and massaged it wildly with his tongue. He was rewarded by more moans of pure, animalistic pleasure, seeming to come from deep in her chest, as she undulated her hips up into his face, rhythmically counter-pointing his hotly licking tongue against her clit.

As he licked and sucked, he became more and more aware of his own arousal. His cock, long and fully hardened, jerked with involuntary impatience, and it ached and throbbed, even though just a few minutes before he had thought he was drained. He was surprised at his re-arousal so soon. It had not happened to him for years, and he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, with the sudden thought that he could, that he would be able to fuck her too! He felt virile, potent, and young again, as though he were sixteen, the juices of his manhood just beginning to flow. God! He felt good!

Suddenly, Peter wanted to do something else to her, something he had heard, somewhere, would make a woman melt into a mass of sensate sexuality, so he began to shift his mouth, downward, pressuring his tongue down throught the clift of her cunt until he found the tiny puckered softness of her ass lips.

His tongue shot out to probe and lick, and he felt her body jerk, as the hot, wet tip flicked, restlessly, at the sensitive flesh of her naked asshole.

Above him, Lana wanted to scream for pure pleasure, but she held it back, subverting it instead into a long, low moan of sensually ecstatic pleasure. Her fingers, entangled in Peter's hair, jerked spasmodically, pulling his head in tighter to her lust-inflamed cunt and ass.

She liked it. No, he decided, she loved it and wanted more. More!? What more could he do? The tremblings of her body, the demanding gyrations of her loins, the raspy panting of her breath all told him that she was ready, hanging on the very brink of a spiraling, mind-blowing cum. She was ready to be fucked, and he was ready to fuck her. He began to pull his hungrily sucking mouth away from her heated pussy when she spoke, asking him for it.

"Oh God, baby, I'm so turned on I I want your cock. I want you to fuck me with it, now!" She reached out to him, her hand searching for his prick. She found it, hard and long, spearing out through his open fly, and her fingers tried to encircle it to pull him closer to her. He heard her sigh of relief, as she took the warm, pulsing length into her hand, followed by her murmured, "Oh, your cock's good and hard and ready!"

"I'm damned ready!" he grunted. "And I'm going to fuck you so you'll know you've been fucked!"

"Get your pants off!" she panted, reaching up to his belt buckle.

Peter brushed her fumbling hand aside, dropped his trousers and shorts to his knees and levered himself up over her, finding in the process that they were cramped for room, there in the back seat of his car. Right then, he could have cared less. He had to get his hard, aching cock into Lana Moore's tight little cunt now He couldn't wait!

As he w-edged his hips down between her scissored-out thighs, Lana's hand was there to capture his heavily throbbing cock. She gripped it with sureness, using the pulsing, lust-inflated head to part the golden, hair-lined lips of her cum-slick cunt; then, she placed the tip of it directly at the mouth of the nakedly quivering little hole.

"Now!" she urged. "Stuff my pussy with all of your big, wonderful cock!"

The goading words were unnecessary. He flexed his hips forward and felt the hot wetness of her cunt begin to encompass, him. He felt her pussy stretch as he fucked into her, the elastic flesh seeming to flower open to him, enveloping only the head at first; then, with an insane desire to fuck up into the farthest depths of her, he plunged forcefully, ramming his cock full length, in one smooth stroke, until his pubic bone smacked into hers and his heavy, cum-filled balls smacked hard up into the crease of her full, softly rounded asscheeks.

Her groan was one of both satisfaction and momentary pain.

"Ooooooh God! You don't mess around, do you?" she groaned up at him, after her initial grimace had passed fleetingly across her face.

"Nol I wanted to make you feel it, but good!" he grated, expanding his cock deep in the recesses of her warm, clasping cunt. He was rewarded by the erotic sensation of her cunt walls contracting around the throbbing length of his buried cock, seeming almost as if her cunt were milking him, with rhythmic, unhurried sensuality.

Then, feeling the need to empty his juice up inside this other man's wife, he began to rock above her, fucking in and out of her tightly gripping cunt with short, smooth strokes at first, then lengthening them gradually, until he moved with sure confidence, plunging deeply into her with a deep feeling of satisfaction as his cockhead flicked past the neck of her cervix with each stroke to blunt itself against the farthest-back wall of her pulsating cunt cavern. Damn! It felt so good to dominate her like this. He felt every inch a man and he was giving her every inch he had!

Beneath him, he felt her responding to him, her loins pushing up against him, in perfect counterpoint to his deeply fucking cock, her wet cunt rising to meet him, almost, it seemed, nibbling its way up the length of his prick, accepting him and giving back even more, at the same time. God damn, he thought, she's fucking back like a hot little mink!

Her whole body was responding to his increased speed and the cruel depth of his stroking into her cunt. She squirmed and writhed beneath him as he dropped his lust-distorted mouth to hers. Instantly, she shot her voracious tongue into his mouth to be sucked, moaning incessantly up into his open mouth, her lovely face contorted with desire, eyes glazed, nostrils flaring, and her breath coming in a jerky, panting rhythm.

Suddenly, Lana twisted her mouth aside and gasped, "OOoooh ... that's good, but I've got to cum and I can't yet! I've got to have more! Shove your finger up my ass!"

The idea and her lewdly pleading words careened around inside his skull in reverberating shock waves, and he found it highly erotic and exciting, his cock seeming to expand and get harder. Christ! He didn't know such women as Lana existed. She was a real cocksucker, maybe even a nympho, he decided.

Peter didn't know exactly what to do, but he was sure as hell willing to try. He squirmed his hand down between them, moving it over the smooth satiny flesh of her grinding asscheeks, groping to find the soft, puckered ring of her asshole. He located it and probed at it, experimentally. His finger wouldn't go into the tiny, tightly clenched opening. It needed lubrication, he decided, dipping a finger into the viscous pussy juices that seeped in tiny droplets from the well-filled cunt passage above. He circled the tiny hole, smearing it with her cum, before placing the tip of it against the rubbery softness of her back passage. He felt her sharp intake of breath, the ,shock of it in her body as he pressed in, slightly, against the elastic tightness of the hot puckered opening.

"Oh God ... Peter! Do it! Go ahead and shove your finger in my ass!" she grunted desperately.

"O.K., baby! You asked for it!" Peter grunted back, a strange sadistic feeling coursing through him. This was it! Her words were a further excitant to his already inflamed passion, and insanely, wantonly, she wanted it. She wanted to be hurt! All right, damn it, he'd do it. He'd hurt her, if that's what she wanted!

He pushed hard! His finger popped hissingly through the resilient ring of outer ass muscle and surged into the spongy softness of her rectum, all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed once, with the sudden, painful agony of it, then, in a moment or two, to his surprise, he felt her loins move up against him to voluntarily skewer herself back on his sadistically torturing middle finger. At the same time, she strained to absorb his deeply screwing cock deeper yet into her steaming cunt. She moaned mewlingly now, almost incessantly, as she began the spiraling ascent toward her cunt-shattering cum.

Now he began to fuck into her pussy with in creased speed, as he felt the bulge of his finger in the thin, separating tissues, while she squirmed, writhing wildly and uncontrollably beneath him, slithering her loins up and down the shaft of his cock with mounting, ecstatic fury, her legs scissoring out on either side of him, toes curling and ass hungrily skewering her rear passage against his finger in abject subservience to her unleashed passion and the double ravishment of her loins.

Fucking into her demanding cunt and thrusting his finger in and out of her softly pliant asshole at the same time, like a runaway sex machine, he felt the feral power of his big cock, and he reveled in the sensations produced in him. God! He could feel the new load of cum smoldering back behind the base of his cock, demanding its release as it pressured against his throbbing hardness. He had to cum and soon!

He jerked his finger from her back passage with an accompanying pop; then, using both hands, pressed in hard against her still covered titties, mashing them flat, and he remembered that he'd not even seen her tits or fondled them. Damn! He resented that, and this was only going to be a one-time lay, or was it? His mind toyed with the idea that it didn't have to be that way, because he knew, then, that he would have to fuck her again, in a comfortable bed.

As he doubled her legs back to her chest, exposing the whole of her naked, defenseless pussy to him, making it vulnerable completely to his plundering cock, her body was pushed back farther into the corner of the back seat of his car. Mercilessly, he fucked into her, knowing that she had to be cumming soon too.

"Oh oohh ... oooooohhhhhhh! Fuck me, Peter baby! Fuck me, harder!" she crooned up into his face, her own lovely face insanely contorted with the rapture of her passion.

Peter slaved away above her, driving the heavily throbbing shaft of his cock deeply into the wet sheath of her trembling, ready-to-cum cunt. Suddenly, she was there.

She tossed her head wildly, her long, blonde hair whipping across her face, hopelessly entangled, her body convulsing, spasmodically, as waves of passion released the built-up tension, and she spiraled to the heights of her cum while the earth tilted and stopped as she screamed out her ecstasy.

"Oh ... oohh ... ooooOOOOHHhh! I'm cuuuummmmmmiiinngg! Fuck...! Hard ... I AAAAAaaaaauuuuuugggghh!"

Peter, pounding into her, felt the great tremors in her body and knew that she was cumming, even before she screamed it out. Then he felt his own release begin, deep in his belly, behind his great thundering cock, the fiery stream off his scalding juices jetting through him to gush from the top of his cockhead far up into the wetness of her clasping cunt passage.

"God ... oh, God!" he moaned. "What a gorgeously sucking little cunt, it's pumping me dry!"

He collapsed on top of her, pushing her even farther and more uncomfortably into the corner of the seat, his cock still jerking and pumping inside of her luscious white belly.

After long moments, Lana Moore stirred under him and said, "Peter ... lover ... that was just super, but the back seat of a car is just too damned confining."

"There's nothing like a comfortable bed...." he agreed, glancing at his watch in the dim light. The luminous dial told him they had been gone much too long already. "Damn, we've got to get those cigarettes and get back, my wife'll be wondering what happened to us!"

Reaching down, he found his shorts and trousers and began to shrug into them, forcing his still half-hard cock into the confines of the garments.

Lana lolled back, relaxed, unwilling yet to end it. "What your wife doesn't know won't hurt her, but she could be a part of it if Ed gets next to her."

"What are you talking about?" he queried, stepping out of the car to finish straightening his clothing.

She retrieved her panties and put them on, as he reached into the front seat for his jacket.

"I mean the four of us could really swing."

"You mean one of those swapping deals where everybody fucks everybody else?"

"Well, yes, that's the idea," she said, producing a comb from her purse to repair the damage to her hair.

Peter's mind was shocked temporarily, but then he knew that this was the answer. It was the way to have Lana Moore again and again. Perfect!

But, hell, Janet would never go for it! And he was not too certain he would want her to. It was one thing for him to fuck around a bit, but however much he disliked his' own opinion, he didn't like the idea of a stranger fucking his cock into his wife's pussy!