Chapter 2
The next morning, when Wendy woke up, she was startled to see Jim standing beside the bed, staring down at her. They had both gone to sleep, naked, in their own beds, shortly after the suck session the night before. She'd had a sound sleep, but with wonderfully erotic dreams. She couldn't remember the details, but had a guilty feeling because her husband had not been a part of them. Her gaze moved down Jim's naked body and stopped at the sight of his rigid cock.
"Do you always wake with a hard-on?" she asked in her throaty, morning voice.
He chuckled. "I used to, the first year of our marriage. But you get used to the same woman after a while."
Wendy smiled. He was telling her that she excited him more than his wife. "Jim and I balled a lot our first year, too. They say that if you put a bean in ajar each time you do it that first year-"
"-And take a bean out every time you do it after that," he finished for her, "you'll never empty the jar."
She smiled at him. "I suppose it's true."
"Do you miss the excitement of that first year when everything was new."
"Yes," she admitted.
He sat on the bed beside her and his hard-on wobbled. It hadn't gone down a bit. "The fact is-as great as Sarenna is-I miss the playing around I did before I was married," he said with a sigh. "Last night was the first time I've cheated since we said our vows."
She touched his hairy thigh consolingly. "I don't think what we did last night was really cheating-technically, I mean?"
He perked up. "You don't?"
"If I did, I wouldn't have allowed it," she said firmly. "I love my husband." She stared at the wedding ring on her finger as she idly teased the curly hairs that covered his muscular thighs. "There's nothing wrong with kissing a friend, is there?"
"No... "
"But, to actually go all the way."
"-To fuck a friend-"
"-That's cheating. The question is, where do you draw the line?"
"And you don't draw the line at oral sex."
"No, I don't."
"So, where do you draw the line?"
She scrunched up her brow and thought for a moment. "I guess...when you do something that could make a woman pregnant."
"You mean, a condom's okay?" She laughed. "You're pushing it, Jim! That's just a technicality."
"How about coitus interruptus."
"Coitus interruptus?"
"That's when you fuck a woman, but you don't actually cum inside her pussy-the way some people practice birth control."
"I know what it means, I just haven't thought about it."
"Well, give it some thought," he said, pulling up his legs and stretching out beside her on the bed. "This damn thing's beginning to ache-we're going to have to do something about it."
She laughed and rolled over protectively on her stomach, presenting him with her back. "You mean, you'll have to do something about it. You can always go into the bathroom and yank off."
"You shock me, Wendy! For a decent woman to even know about such things-"
"I guess last night proved I'm not all that decent, didn't it?"
"It did that," he admitted as he began gently massaging her back.
She purred, enjoying the feeling as his fingertips moved up and down her spine. "If you're trying to seduce me, forget it," she warned.
His hands slid down to massage her buttocks. "Have you ever been ass-fucked?" he asked, parting her ass cheeks and touching the brown bud that peeked from between them.
"If you ever even try such a thing, I'll never speak to you again," she said firmly.
He chuckled. "You can't get pregnant that way."
"And you can't make anybody pregnant if your balls don't work," she warned.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed, laughing.
His hands were running up and down her legs, gentling her.
"Do you and Sarenna actually do it that way?"
"Sarenna and I do it every way."
"God!" she shuddered. "I can't even imagine-"
His finger returned to press against her sphincter. The tip pushed inside. "It's not as bad as it sounds. The ass-hole is more flexible than most people realize."
She shuddered as his finger twisted in her rectum. But rather than feeling violated, tingles of excitement filled her.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Not if it's done right."
Her curiosity aroused, she allowed him to gently coax her into a kneeling position with her ass in the air. She tried to ease her fears by telling herself that Jim knew what he was doing. He was an expert at all things sexual. She would probably never meet a man with as much experience as him. But her trembling intensified when she felt him rub the head of his big cock up and down the crack of her ass.
"Oh, God, Jim! Don't hurt me."
The head of his cock poked against her rectum.
"Ease back, baby," he told her. "Take it at your own speed."
She pushed backward and wiggled, gasping as she felt the pop that admitted the head of his dick to her ass-hole. She wiggled some more, and the long shaft began to move into her. He had lubricated his prick with spit and juices from her pussy to ease the entry.
"Oh, God," she moaned, feeling him fill her. "Oh, my God."
"You're tight, baby. Real tight." He started to work with her, making short cock stabs as she continued working her butt backwards.
She let out another loud moan when she felt his hips press against her buttocks. He was all the way in her. He began working, each stroke lengthening, until his cock was plowing the full reach of her ass with ever-increasing force.
"Oh, God! I'm being ass-fucked!"
"Yeah, and let me tell you, baby-unnggghhh! That ass of yours is as tight as your tits are big. You're one helluva woman!"
The fact that he was pleased with her filled her with pride. She let go and allowed herself to enjoy the strange, new sensations-the long slide of his cockhead through her rectum and the mashing of his hips against her ass cheeks. It was odd; the rocking, the rolling, the fuck motion was there, but her cunt was empty. The feeling was less intense than a pussy fuck, but the excitement was more lurid. This was filthy...nasty...gutsy. It was a thrill that was as repulsive as it was exciting...a thrill she knew few women would allow themselves to experience.
Nothing could be as bad as this! Each stroke of Jim's cock stripped away another layer of her inhibitions. What could ever hold her back after this? What could she possibly do that would tarnish her further?
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Oh, yes, Jim! Fuck my ass-hole!"
He chuckled and gave her upturned butt a stinging slap. His powerful strokes had her low-hanging tits whipping back and forth. "Didn't I tell you'd like it? Huh?"
"Yeah, you did, you cocksucker-"
"-Ass-fucker-"
"-Lecherous devil!"
"Oh, baby!" He gasped as her hips started swinging around his stroking prick. "Oh, baby!"
They cursed each other and groaned and moaned as they tried to temper the erotic excitement that slowly built. His balls slapped up between her thighs and teased her pussy lips rhythmically. When she couldn't hold back any longer, she pushed a hand between her legs to finger her split.
"Baby," he panted. "This is good. Really, really good. God, baby, I love your ass! I love it!"
She was rapidly developing a greater love of her ass, herself. She shook with excitement while her ass moved back and forth along with his strokes.
"Cum, Jim!" she suddenly exclaimed, her fingers flying over her clit. "I'm going to go off. Cum with me! Cum in my ass!"
"Fuck!" His penis exploded, and gobs of white cream jetted into her ass-hole.
She felt the pulsing and the warmth, and her muscles tensed. The excitement that erupted inside her was the perfect compliment for his exhilaration. He gripped her thighs, holding tight while his prick stuttered through its cycle, sending sensations careening through their locked bodies.
They lay together for several minutes after that before either of them spoke.
"Care to join me in a shower?" he asked, getting up from the bed.
"Better not. We've got a full day of seminars and exhibits, and we haven't even had breakfast yet."
"You'd rather do the convention thing than fuck?" he teased, with a gleam in his eye.
"You forget," she returned, "we haven't actually fucked yet."
"I like the way you say 'yet.'"
She flushed. "That's not the way I meant it!"
He winked at her. "Well, think about it."
They yawned through seminars the rest of the morning and visited suppliers' exhibits during the afternoon. Skipping the banquet scheduled for that evening, they went casino hopping instead. Jim played craps for an hour, quitting when a long run of luck allowed him to win his stake back. Wendy watched and got slightly tipsy on the free drinks provided by the casino.
They moved into the lounge where they joined up with another couple who were playing hooky from a different convention.
"I never do any business at these things," Bill said jovially as he paid for a round of doubles for the four of them. "I come for the fun."
"Whoopee!" said his companion. Roni was an attractive brunette who made up for having a modest bust by showing off a good portion of it. "Didn't we have a ball last night!"
"So did we," said Jim with a wink at Wendy that made her blush. "Do you two work together?"
"Oh, no," said Jim. "I bought her."
"Bought her?"
"Two hundred dollars from some guy that was in a rush to catch his plane."
"You're pulling my leg-"
"No, it's the God-honest truth!"
Her eyes twinkling, the dark-haired woman explained. "My husband used me to back a poker bet." She giggled. "He lost, and I've sort of been passed around ever since."
Wendy was horrified. But intrigued. "Where is your husband now?"
"Oh, he went back to Fresno three days ago." She laughed again. "He lost, but I'm still winning."
"Maybe when I leave I'll let you have her for a good price."
Jim stared at the woman's exposed cleavage, and Wendy couldn't help but remember how fascinated he had been by her tits the night before. He was undoubtedly a tit man. "No, ah," he stammered, "we'll, ah, be leaving too."
"Well, there's still tonight." Bill nodded toward Wendy. "We could swap."
"Ah...I don't think so."
Why, the bastard! Wendy had noticed the hesitation. He had actually considered the proposition!
"Unless, of course, Wendy was agreeable."
"You're leaving it up to me?" Her jaw dropped as she gaped at him.
"Then it's settled!" Bill stated firmly. "We can all go up to my room."
"He's got a suite," Roni confided, moving around the table to sit in Jim's lap. "Sweetie, my bazoongas may not be as big as hers are," she said, wiggling her nearly bare tits against Jim's chest, "but I promise you I'll play a new tune on your chimes."
Bill called the waitress over. "Honey, could we get these drinks and another round or two sent up to my room?"
"I'm sorry, sir, that's not-"
"C'mon," he prodded, pushing a couple of twenties into her hand. "Anything's possible in this town."
Apparently, he was right, because a bellboy carrying a tray loaded with drinks accompanied them in the elevator. Jim's arms embraced the brunette as she leaned back against him, totally unconcerned about the fact his hands had freed one of her breasts from her bodice and her pink nipple was peeking out between his fingers.
It wasn't until Wendy entered the plush room and
Bill took her hand and guided her into the bedroom that she realized her attention had been centered on Jim's perfidy rather than her own plight. When the door closed, leaving her alone with a drooling stranger, her skin prickled.
Bill chuckled as he stripped off his tie. "You surprised me-pleasantly," he added with a wink. "I never thought you'd go for it."
"Y-you didn't?"
He laid his white shirt carefully aside, then pulled his T-shirt over his head. His torso was lean, his skin white, with a dark scattering of curly chest hair. "To be honest, you looked too much like a prude."
A prude? "Maybe yesterday," she muttered, turning and allowing him to undo the back of her dress. But, as her dress slid to the floor, leaving her standing in her black bra and matching panties, she began to get cold feet. "I-I'm a married woman," she protested feebly. "Happily married."
He laughed, his eyes filling with delight as he ogled her scantily clad figure. "Nothing better than a convention for a chance to get out and kick up your heels."
She thought about that as she stared at him standing in his gaily patterned boxer shorts. He was right. This was a chance to put flesh to her fantasies without anyone finding out. Only she and Jim would ever know what went on in this room tonight. Even Bill and Roni would probably forget when they moved onto their next pair of partners.
She gulped the rest of her drink and set the glass aside as the warmth settled in her belly. Her heart pounding, she stared directly at the nearly naked man.
She forced a brave smile. "Would you like to see my tits?"
"Oh, honey doll... "
Her heart pounding, she reached behind her back and unfastened the hooks that held her over-strained brassiere. She watched the delight fill his eyes as she slowly pulled the harness away to reveal her big jugs.
"Jeez, I'd like to paint those babies."
"Are you an artist?"
"A painting contractor. I'd just love to cover you with a little Dutch Boy."
The thought of him whipping a brushful of paint across her nipples excited her as much as it appeared to excite him. A tent-like protrusion had risen in the front of his boxers.
With a coy grin, she moved close and pulled his face down between her bared mams.
Surrounded by her warm flesh, he wallowed and moaned. It gave her pleasure to realize that her mammoth milk glands were giving him a thrill he would never receive from an ordinary woman. Because she wasn't an ordinary woman. The huge tits that had embarrassed her as a younger woman and that had to be camouflaged to discourage unwanted stares now that she was older were suddenly becoming a source of great excitement for her.
She cooed while the unfamiliar lips licked and nuzzled her flesh in strange ways. He sucked hard on her nipple, making it expand until it felt like it was going to burst. Then she shivered, thoroughly enjoying the slide of his strong fingers down her sides to catch the elastic waistband of her panties and strip them completely down.
"Cunt," he murmured around his mouthful of tit as he pushed a hand between her legs.
"Prick," she returned, ripping at the front of his boxers and grabbing his dong as the garment floated down his thighs.
He pushed her down onto the bed and her legs opened. He grabbed his prick and moved between her knees. With an "ahhhh," he sank his stiff length into her warm pussy.
"Fuck me," she murmured softly when he started pumping.
"Yesss... "
As their juices mixed, he picked up speed, making her tits roll around on her chest. "Oh, baby! Oh, baby!"
Her alcohol-numbed vision cleared for a moment, and the reality of being mounted by a strange man with a slight paunch and a half day's growth of beard suddenly became clear to her. This wasn't playing around like she and Jim had done the night before-this was the real thing. She was letting a stranger fuck her. She was cheating on her husband.
She whimpered and tried to ignore the pulsations that were beginning to build around his plunging pole. But there was no way she could hold back the explosive climax that greeted the erupting of his penis in the depths of her vagina.