Chapter 3
Jim had been so involved in his seduction of Roni, that he didn't even notice Wendy and Bill disappear into the bedroom as soon as they entered the suite. He yanked down the top of her dress as soon as the door closed behind them.
"God!" he exclaimed as he stared at her high, perfectly rounded breasts with their rose-colored nipples.
"Do you like 'em?" she teased, brushing her hands across the pointed tips. "I had them enhanced last year."
"Enhanced?"
"Stuffed," she said, "with silicon. I used to be an A-cup, now I'm a solid C."
Solid was right, Jim thought, when he wrapped his palms around the unnaturally tight, smooth-skinned mounds.
"My hubby flipped when he first saw me," she said with a giggle. "He said I looked like a different woman."
"Yeah, I'll bet," he agreed. His fingers had found the telltale scars at the seams where the tit mounds joined her chest. As pretty as they were to look at, he would have much preferred to have Wendy's overly ample tit flesh overflowing his hands. Where was Wendy, anyway?
An inane titter brought his drink-fogged attention back to the woman whose tits were in his hands. "Nothing's been enhanced down below, though," she said, leering at him with her tongue in her cheek.
"No?"
She faked a pout. "I guess if you don't believe me, you'll just have to check for yourself."
Jim reached under her skirt and got his hand into her panties.
"Believe me now?" she asked, tittering as he finger-fucked her sopping wet cunt.
"Yeah, baby, that's real nice."
She unzipped his fly. "Looky here!" she exclaimed, pulling out his cock. "Look what I've found-Ooooh...how come it's not hard, honey? Don't you like me?"
Jim belched and almost stumbled. "It's the booze," he slurred. "But don't worry, I'll be all right."
Gently stroking his half-hard penis, she winked at him. "I'll bet your tongue is stiff."
"Right, babe!" he pulled at the front of her dress. "Let's get rid of these clothes."
She tittered and began undressing. "Why you naughty, naughty man!"
He was naked before she was, and he dropped on the floor before her as she wiggled out of her panties, giggling. Gripping her ass cheeks, he stared directly at her pussy. Except for Wendy's the night before, it was his first peek at a new cunt bush since his marriage three years ago. The lustful urges that had given him a reputation as a stud during his single years slowly returned and almost made him regret he was a married man. His eyes rolled upward. "God, Sarenna, I love you, but-"
"Are you talking to someone down there?" she teased with a titter. "Or are you praying for a hard-on?"
Ignoring her taunts, he opened her lips with his fingers and found her clitoris. It was a nicely developed little beastie. He slid one finger, then two, into her pussy as far as his knuckles, then he leaned forward and stroked her clit button with his tongue. Her thighs shuddered and she started to whimper.
"Do that, baby," she told him. "Lick my clit! Slide those fingers all the way in me."
He tried to push them all the way to her ass-hole. At the same time, his tongue became bolder, rapidly flipping the flap of her clit back and forth.
"You're fantastic!" she gasped breathlessly. "Oh, God! Lover, you really know how to lick a cunt!"
One finger of his free hand started to pump her ass-hole at the same time as his other finger fucked her cunt. When she was close to getting off, he pulled his hands away to clutch her hips and he shoved his face into her pussy. His tongue stretched deep into her vagina.
"Eat me," the woman begged. "Yes! Yes!
Eat me!"
His tongue lapped the length of her split and slid rapidly in and out of her juicy depths. As her body began to stiffen, his tongue moved back to her clit.
"Suck me! Yes! Yes! Eat me-oooohhhhh!"
Jim's tongue pushed her over the edge and held her at the peak of ecstasy while she came against his face, filling his mouth with cunt juice.
"Oh, God!" The exclamation rushed out as she released the breath of air she had been holding. "Ohhhh,God... "
Jim gave the naked woman only a second to recover before he pushed her back on the sofa and climbed up to straddle her with his cock jutting over her face.
"Take it!" he ordered her. "Suck my cock!"
His cock was bigger than it had been before. Longer, and hard. Reaching up, she grabbed his enormous man spike and pulled it down to her mouth. She started sucking on its end.
"Yeah, baby. Suck it. Keep it up until you make me cum."
"I want you to cum in my mouth," she cooed around the fat end of his prick.
"You got it, baby! I'll paint your tonsils with my cream."
"Yes, yes," she moaned, wiping the head of his dick across her cheeks, then sucking it in again. "Mmmmm."
His excitement grew as her mouth slipped back and forth along his cock. Soon, he was working with her, shoving his steel-hard shaft into the back of her throat. She gulped eagerly.
Jim's prick exploded. Hot white surged into her throat.
"More!" The woman panted between spurts, and stroke his cock rapidly with her fist. "More! More!"
She had cheated on her husband. She had made love with another man. She had fucked a stranger.
The thought sobered her up and she pushed up to stare at the naked man who was lying beside her, panting. His body was good, but not great. About the same as her husband's. But his prick was different. Lying in a mushy mass, it coiled over the tops of his legs. Her husband's was short and stubby after a fuck.
"Was it good for you, too?" the man panted, looking up at her.
"It was good for me, too," she admitted reluctantly, realizing that she had lost, forever, her status as a loyal, devoted wife. After this, how could she ever again dedicate her efforts solely to the satisfaction of her husband's sexual needs, ignoring her own? like virginity, that purity, once lost, was gone forever.
"Wanna do it again?"
"You're not hard," she pointed out.
"Make me," he dared her with a grin.
It was a challenge she wasn't used to. At home, they never did it twice. Larry would always pull himself away after he had shot his load and head for the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving her with her emotions in a turmoil. She could count the number of orgasms he'd given her on one handand she had already topped that number with only two nights in Vegas.
"Why not?" she murmured, feeling like a slut for giving in to her urges.
She threw a leg over her supine sex partner and lowered her crotch over his soppy prick. Gently rubbing their genitals together, she leaned over and let her tits drag across Bill's chest.
"Wow, baby!" He chuckled as her nipples tickled his belly. "I just love those big tits of yours."
"Show me," she murmured, dangling her tits over his face.
He grasped a handful of tit in each hand and brushed her nipples across his lips.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, smothering him in tit flesh as he sucked and nibbled on her jugs. He was giving the sensitive melons a sensual workout, the-likes of which she had never experienced before. Her husband had grown used to them, and her office mate had been too polite and reserved last night to let himself go with them. But this eager stranger was mouthing and gobbling her boobs with complete disregard for anyone's feeling but his own.
"That's the way, honey," she cooed encouragingly, wiping her cunt split up and down over his hardening cock shaft. "Don't be gentle with me, bite 'em-owww! That's the way! Eat 'em up!"
Her slit was juicy and slid right over his cock shaft when it became hard enough to penetrate the soft, mushy tissues. She rolled her hips around, savoring its immensity as she brought it to full strength within her clutching confines.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "Oh! You're too much!"
No one had ever complimented her on her sexual performance before-no one had ever had a chance to, except her husband. And to him, she was just a fuck. He didn't have the knowledge to know if she was a good one or a bad one.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!"
With a thin sheen of sweat beginning to form on her body, she balanced on her hands and knees and slowly ground her cunt up and down his stiff pole.
"You're doing it," he told her. "Faster! My prick's ready to burst."
Bill gripped her hips. A chill ran along his spine every time her snug, velvety pussy engulfed his cock. He wanted to explode inside her right now. At the same time, he wanted the excitement to last forever.
"Scrunch your pussy muscles. Squeeze my prick with your vagina."
"like that."
"Oh, God!"
She learned the new technique quickly, adding to his tension as her moving cunt channel rhythmically clutched at his cock. Unable to remain passive, he thrust upward.
She caught the spark, and twisted, spiraling around his charged pole. The friction of their moving parts raised electric tingles, and tension built in both of them. He groaned, and fondled her breasts in his hands.
"Don't stop!" he commanded. "Fuck me! Fuck me until I cum!"
Wendy was enthralled. Fuck me! Fuck me until I cum! She had never fucked anyone in her life! She was shameless-a scarlet woman.
"I'm cumming!" he cried.
Wendy tensed as she felt his juices spout inside her. Panting frantically, she rose and fell rapidly on his spouting prick, pushing herself closer to her own climax.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Unnhhh-oh, God!"
Her pussy muscles started convulsing, squeezing the hot sperm out of his expiring prick. Her glorious excitement peaked right along with his, and then they both died together, hanging onto each other tightly.
Jim murmured something and shook his head. It spun, but the spinning lessened as his eyes focused on a half-filled glass on a table beside where he was seated on the floor with his back against the couch. He drained the tepid drink, and his stomach almost rejected it. But it settled, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked around.
Comprehension dawned when he saw the naked brunette stretched out on the couch. God, she had looked beautiful-when, last night?-but now, she just looked like a woman. A woman who looked grotesque in her nudity, with her fake tits bulging unnaturally. Shit, and he had screwed her! She was just a cheap broad, nothing like Wendy. Wendy...now, where the fuck was she?
Stumbling around, he found his clothes and pulled them back on. He looked at his watch and cursed. Two o'clock! Damn, time for the bars to close. But, with a hiccup, he grinned. The bars didn't close in Vegas, did they?
God, where the hell was Wendy?
He cursed when he finally found her, lying atop that naked man in the bedroom.
"C'mon, girl! Get your clothes on. Let's get out of here."
In the elevator, Wendy started laughing hysterically.
"Pull yourself together," Jim grunted.
"God, Jim! That was wild!"
"Yeah," he grunted again.
"What's next?"
"You ain't tired?"
"I slept for a while."
"Well, I need a drink-that's for sure."
She felt better, too, after a drink in the lounge. And a whole lot better when they were cruising down Las Vegas Boulevard, surrounded by the flashing neons of hotels, casinos, liquor stores and wedding chapels, with the window open and fresh air tousling her hair.
"Doesn't this town every sleep?" she asked.
"Did you let him fuck you?" he asked grimly.
"Did you fuck Miss Plastic Tits?"
He gave her a quick look. "How did you know?"
"C'mon!" She laughed. "You're a dreamer. Did you really think those boobs were real?"
"Hmmph!" He lowered his voice and went back to his original question. "Did you let him fuck you?"
"Really, Jim-"
"It's just between you and me, Wendy. I'm not going to tell anybody what went on in that room. So, did he, huh?"
"Don't tell me you and Miss Poky Tits just sat around and watched Jay Leno."
"I fucked her. Did he fuck you?"
"Yes," she finally admitted in exasperation. "He did."
"In the pussy?"
"What does it matter?"
"It matters."
"Yes," she said softly.
"Shit! And you wouldn't even let me do that!"
"I lost my head tonight," she said soberly. "It... just happened."
He reached over and stroked her thigh. "So... does that mean it can just happen with us?" he asked, his voice softening.
"No, Jim, you know we can't."
"Why not?"
"It would ruin our friendship."
"I thought you said it was a question of cheating on your husband."
"I'm past that," she said, her words almost lost in the wind as she stared out the window.
"What if I was your husband?"
She turned to look at him and laughed. "You? My husband? Why, in that case, I couldn't possible refuse, could I?"
He laughed and drew her closer to him. Slowing at an intersection, he made a quick U-turn in front of honking traffic and started going back the way they had just come.
"Where are we going?"
"I saw something interesting back here-yeah, there it is!"
Her eyes widened. "A drive-in wedding chapel! My God, what won't they think of in this town?"