Chapter 6
Going to work the next day, Wendy was keyed up, half-expecting that Jim would suggest the same lunchtime treat they had enjoyed the day before. But she was disappointed when she found a note from Jim on her desk. He had already been in, and he was off to the suburbs for the day. She had forgotten that he had to make a presentation to a group of engineers on the progress of the Concord project. Wendy felt a pang of jealousy as she thought of the perky-titted secretary with the strawberry curls that he would be seeing instead of her at lunchtime.
"Humph!" she grunted, trying to shrug away her catty thoughts. Jim's affairs weren't her problem-and thank goodness for that!
She chuckled. Poor Sarenna, she thought sympathetically.
She worked steadily through the morning, trying not to think about Jim. Or her husband. But thoughts about sex kept interfering with her work. God, how could she be so horny? She certainly hadn't been deprived of loving the past few days.
But now that those sexual juices had been turned on, it was hard to turn them off.
Sneaking into her thoughts were recollections of her night in Las Vegas. Not just her time with Jim, but her sexual bout with Bill, the salesman, too. Bill had been a perfect stranger. And it had been kind of fun. So sex didn't just have to be with someone you loved. Or even with a good friend. It was fun with a stranger, too.
The young man who interrupted her thoughts wasn't quite a stranger. But he was pretty nearly perfect. Eddie was the express delivery driver. He laid two packages on her desk and stared at her tits while she signed for them.
"Eddie," she sighed, "don't you ever get tired of ogling?"
He grinned. "Frustrated, maybe, but never tired."
"Don't you have a girl of your own."
"Sure-a coupla them."
Wendy thought about that as she looked him over. He looked like he was the kind of guy who could handle a couple of girls.
"How about a drink after work?" he suggested.
His proposition surprised her. "I'm a married woman," she protested. Too late, she realized that was the same defense she had used with Jim-and it hadn't worked that time, either.
"Nothing wrong with that. Marriage is a great institution."
"Yeah, but who wants to live in an institution," they repeated the punch line together. They both laughed.
"Perhaps a drink would be fun," she finally said. "Why not? But just one."
"Sure," he promised. "Just one."
Without Jim's company to liven up the day, the hours stretched long. As the afternoon lengthened, she found her anticipation building for her rendezvous with Eddie. That was silly. They were just going to have a drink together. But the thoughts broke the monotony of her work.
Eddie was, after all, a very sexy-looking guy. There was nothing really wrong with trying to imagine him naked with one of his girlfriends, was there? A woman was free to have her thoughts. She wondered about his cock. Now, that she'd had some experience, she found that subject intriguing. A guy with a strapping body like his must have a really nice one. Yes, indeed, a really, really nice one.
When she arrived, the bar was already crowded with men-men who looked beat and who were joking together as they tossed down a quick drink before tackling the traffic to get to their homes in the suburbs. Eddie was taller than most of them, and his eyes found hers as soon as she entered the door. He had changed from his delivery uniform into street clothes, chinos and a tight T-shirt that showed off his biceps.
"You did come," he said, greeting her with a smile.
"I said I would, didn't I?"
"You wouldn't believe how many times I've been stood up," he said.
"Apparently, you don't give up trying."
"Nope. I may be a loser, but I'm not a quitter."
She smiled. "You don't look like a loser to me, Eddie."
Encouraged by her remark, he led her to a table, then went to the bar to get them drinks.
They talked, and she found him to be a charming young man. And not actually that much younger than her. Instead of going on to college, he had taken a job as a truck driver right out of high school. He played hard, he told her, but he was a good worker. He had worked his way up until he was now being considered for a supervisory position.
"You should go to night school," she advised, as she nursed her third drink. "You need a degree."
"I will, as soon as I settle down." He looked at her and grinned. "Right now, my nights are pretty well tied up."
She pushed her glass away. The alcohol had given her a warm flush. "Well, don't let me hold you up. You probably have other things to do."
"No," he said, looking into her eyes. "Not tonight."
"Well, ah-"
"Tonight is reserved for you."
"I, ah, my husband is waiting."
"Call him." He slid a quarter across the table toward her. "Tell him you have to wait for the express driver to come."
Her jaw dropped, and she laughed. "God, Eddie! Does that line really work?"
He grinned. "Sometimes. Sometimes I get slapped in the face." He pressed the quarter into her hand. "The phones are over there."
She followed in her car as Eddie drove to his apartment. It would have been easy enough to have turned around and gone home, just like any respectable housewife who'd had a drink or two too many would have done. But the thoughts that were running through her mind were not the thoughts of a respectable housewife. And her pussy was itching with anticipation well before Eddie was leading her by the hand up the steps to his bachelor pad.
The apartment was small, but clean and comfortable.
"I have a maid that comes in once a week," he explained when she commented on it. "Actually, I don't spend much time here. You know how it is when you're single."
"No, I don't. I was married too soon out of high school."
"Too bad," he said, handing her an opened can of beer.
"Do you really think I missed out on something?"
"Nothing you can't make up for," he assured her. "Why don't we get out of our clothes?"
"You're pretty confident of yourself, aren't you?"
"Isn't that what we came up here for?"
"I expected a little more romancing," she said, hating his smug look.
"I prefer kissing in the nude," he said, reaching over to begin unbuttoning her blouse.
Her pulse raced as her blouse opened. The touch of his fingers made her bare skin tingle. Yes, this is what she wanted, what she had been wanting all day long. Her pussy was already swollen and wet. As he pulled away her blouse, she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, then tossed it away. She caught her breath as her nipples jiggled to a rest, her tits thrusting boldly toward him.
Eddie's eyes gleamed. He lifted her breasts in his hands and her flesh quivered. "What great tits!" Smiling, he kneaded her tit flesh for a moment, then dropped his hands and unbuckled his belt.
She watched him strip away his clothes while she finished her own undressing. His lean, hard body was wiry with muscles.
Eddie stepped back to admire her once her clothes were off. "Yep, Wendy, you've got a beautiful body," he said as his eyes took in her full naked loveliness...her big, fleshy breasts...hourglass curves...smooth, white skin...and dark-shadowed pussy. "You look like you were made for loving."
"And I expect you're going to prove that to me tonight," she purred, giving her hips a saucy grind.
"You've got that right," he replied, dropping his shorts to reveal a huge hard-on. It stood strong and tall, its red tip shaped like the head of a bullet. A clear drop of sex fluid was already seeping from the hole in the end.
"That's nice," she murmured.
"You like it?"
"I'm dripping. Does that tell you something?"
"It tells me all I need to know."
He crossed to her and raised his hands again to her tits. He squeezed her nipples between his fingers and made her gasp. Then, his hands glided down to her hips. One hand moved over to ruffle through the thicket of curls that shielded her sex.
She moaned and shifted, moving her legs apart so that his fingertips could find her cunt lips. Her own fingers slipped around his prick and stroked it gently. The shaft was long and thick, the skin lovely and smooth, and the pulsing blue vein that snaked along it felt spongy to her fingertips. Her other hand reached down to fondle the hairy pouch that held his balls.
"And now for the romancing," he said, leaning close and kissing her puckered lips while he slid one finger gently into her pussy. His thumb pressed against her clit.
She quivered. "I like the way you romance a woman," she murmured around his kiss.
"You're going to like the way I screw a woman even better."
"And you're going to like the way I suck your cock," she promised him, slipping down to her knees in front of him. She grasped his cock and slid her hand over its smooth, throbbing length.
He smiled happily, looking down at her. "Go ahead, Wendy. Suck it."
She went right to work, practicing the sexy skills that she had been perfecting with Jim. Her tongue teased the stretched shaft with long, slow strokes. Then it flicked across the tip.
Eddie gasped, and his body jerked. "Ohhh, yes, Wendy," he moaned. He ruffled his fingers through her air. "Suck it. Suck my prick."
The taste of his dick was exciting, and her own hunger was rising. She pulled the end of it deep into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on its fat, pulpy tip. She was rewarded with a steady flow of juices. Between sucks, her teeth raked lightly over its surface while her tongue swirled around it. She buried her nose in his pubic hair as she drew it as far into her throat as possible. Holding his testicles in one hand, she bobbed her head up and down and worked to give Eddie a cock suck he would long remember.
"Ohhhh...oh, God!" he hissed. His belly tensed, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. "Wendy, baby, I'm going to cum!"
She had just enough time to steel herself before he let loose with gushing blast of hot, white cream. It slid smoothly down her throat. He pumped, and another shot blasted her tonsils. Matching his rhythm, she sucked while his prick jerked, working to coax out every available drop of his tasty love juice.
"Baby, that was great," Eddie gasped as his cock dribbled from her mouth. "You're a hell of a cocksucker. God, I never would have guessed."
She chuckled and lay back on the carpet. "Now it's your turn to prove yourself," she said, spreading her shapely thighs.
His head moved right between them and he began nuzzling her dark pussy fur. Her body shuddered. When his tongue wiped across her vulva, she melted inside.
"You've got a hot, randy taste," he said. "I like that."
"Hmmm," she murmured.
His tongue formed a point and pushed between her pussy lips. Her belly quivered as she felt the tip slip deep into her body. He licked her cunt walls and tickled her sensitive interior surfaces. His tongue spiraled around and around, slipping in and out of her juicing hole. Her hips moved restlessly, pushing her cunt up against his mouth while he savored her delicate flesh. Her full breasts rolled around on her chest, amplifying the rhythm of his tongue thrusts in her hot hole.
"Yes, yesssss!" she cried. He was pushing her to the peaks of paradise. "Yes, yes, yessss!" She writhed and her hips whipped upward. "Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Eddie! God, that feels so good!"
Eddie's tongue fucked her pussy fast and furiously. Between his legs, his big cock throbbed intensely, at attention again. He couldn't wait to take this woman completely. The taste of her hot pussy was driving his lust to a fever pitch. His tongue lashed at her cunt flesh. When he pressed the tip of it against her swollen clit, he heard her shout as she went soaring into bliss.
"Oooooo...God...I'm cumming-I'm cummm-mming!" she screamed as her spirit whirled senselessly. The orgasm that ripped through her was as fierce and powerful as any she had ever experienced.
Eddie's own lust built as he watched her body writhe out of control. His hard cock pulsed gently with pent-up fervor.
"Ooooooo," she finally groaned as her weary body sagged. Her passion eased, for the moment. "Ohhh, Eddie," she said, beaming up at him as he leaned over her, "that was nice. Really nice. I really liked that." Then, she saw his hard cock. "Oh, my! Oh, my, oh, me!" She raised her knees again and made a cradle for his hips. "Come on, Eddie. Fuck me now."
"You're great, Wendy," he told her as he moved into position. "I like a woman who-likes to fuck."
"Don't they all?" she crooned.
"Some just go through the motions."
"Poor girls-ohhh!" She shuddered as she felt the head of his prick wedge into her cunt. "Ohhh, yes." He angled his hips and pushed forward. His prick pierced her cunt portals and its long length slid smoothly through her clinging membranes.
He let out a low groan and started fucking her. Her cunt was as hot as an oven, as smooth as velvet, and as tight as a glove. He could feel the gentle pulse that ran the length of her love canal, and her heat transferred to him, sending hot flames to lick his balls and make the cum that surrounded them boil with suppressed energy.
Their union was almost liquid, his rock-hard prick plunging into her dripping-wet pussy. Squishy sounds arose as she squirmed around his plundering pole. Their already aroused passions built quickly toward another climactic peak.
"Oh, God, Eddie!" she squealed, her hips thrashing wildly. "Fuck me. Make me cum. Oh...oh...oh, yes...ahhhh!"
"We'll cum together!" he gasped, thrusting rapidly. "Ungh...ungh...ungh...ohhhh!"
And then, something snapped. His cock jerked and spat out a white wad that spattered her insides. She reacted, her cunt convulsing around his spouting cock. Together, they rode the white hot blast of passion that sent them soaring into oblivion.
Then, they pulled apart. Lying side by side on the floor, their bodies cooled as their passion faded.
Larry felt uncomfortable. He had never been in a place like this before. But when Wendy had called about being stuck at work and he was faced with an evening at home alone, he had decided to go out. Just for a drink or two, that's all. He had often seen the sign on the outside of the bar that proclaimed "40 Nude Dancers-Topless & Bottomless Too." It had always seemed redundant. Naked dancers? Topless and bottomless? Wasn't it all the same thing?
Larry had parked in the shadows. He was thankful that the entrance to the club wasn't in clear view of the streets. He'd never live it down if one of his buddies ever saw him going into a dive like this.
The interior was smoke-filled, the music blaring. There was only a handful of patrons, and Larry made sure that he didn't know any of them before he let a scantily clad waitress seat him right before the small stage just as a tall, voluptuous blonde wearing a white gown and high heels stepped up onto the table-level dance floor. Larry's attention was distracted while the waitress got him settled and brought him a drink. He left the small pile of one-dollar bills that was his change lying beside his glass.
The blonde jiggled and wiggled through the first number, her gyrations becoming more seductive as the music changed to something with a more primitive beat. Raising her smooth arms over her head, she buried her fingers in her hair and poked out her generous breasts provocatively. His eyes moved down to watch the erotic sway of her hips, and he noticed the way her thighs strained against the material of her gown. When she bumped forward, he could see the swell of her pussy. Blue eyes stared back at him and ruby-red lips puckered in a kiss as she turned her attention fully on him.
Larry shifted uncomfortably, but he responded with nervous encouragement when she plucked at her dress with her fingers and silently asked him if he wanted her to pull it upward. Without taking her eyes off his, she slowly inched her dress upward and off.
Larry's breath deepened as he stared at the smooth stretch of bare white thigh that was revealed between her sheer stockings and the skimpy pair of panties that wrapped around her snatch. A low-cut bra strained to hold in her ample tits. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he studied the deep-dimpled navel that punctuated her smooth, flat belly. Other than his wife, Wendy, Larry had never seen a woman so scantily attired.
This had been a mistake, Larry realized. He didn't belong in a place like this. He reached for his money and looked toward the door just as the music ended again.
"Leaving so soon, honey?" a soft voice asked in the short silence while the music changed.
Startled, Larry looked up at the blonde. With a smile that was just for him, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. The music started again. Larry couldn't move. He stared, mesmerized, at the woman's naked breasts as she slid down onto her knees right before him and spread her thighs. She leaned back and her panties tightened around her slit. He could see dark kinky curls peeking around the leg bands as she ground her pussy before him. "Damn!" he muttered.
She grinned and leaned forward, letting her boobs droop just out of arms reach. Taking a bill off the top of his stack, she stuffed it into the top of her stocking, then moved down to tease another patron.
Larry was hooked, now. Without taking his eyes off the dancer, he accepted another drink from the waitress and paid again with a twenty.
After coaxing several more tips, the dancer moved to the center of the small stage and lay down on the floor. With her shapely profile to the ogling audience, she lifted her legs in the air and peeled off her panties. Then she turned so that her ass was facing the crowd and split her raised legs in a vee.
Larry's dick hardened as he stared directly at the blonde's pussy. A trace of pink winked at him from between the dark curls of her furry muff. Naked, she rose for her final strut around the dance floor. She stopped before him and he reached for a bill to stuff into her stocking. She frowned disappointedly, and he caught himself. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a twenty. His hand shook as he stuffed it into the top of her stocking. With a dip and a twist, she brushed her pussy against the back of his hand, than moved away and down the bar.
His heart pounding, Larry looked at his hand. The back was wet, gleaming with a thin line of pussy juice. He looked up just as the dancer left the stage and a red-headed girl in a bikini somersaulted onto the stage and did a cartwheel, then a handstand. But his attention was still focused on the blonde who was just visible off the stage. Almost imperceptibly, the blonde motioned for him to follow her.
At first, Larry thought he was imagining things. But what if it were true? Quietly, Larry got up. There was a door off to the side where the blonde had exited that led to the rest rooms. Larry followed the dark hallway pass the restrooms and cautiously entered a door at the end marked "Private."
"Hi, hon."
He caught his breath. He was in a dressing room, and the blonde was seated at a dressing table before him. She was still naked.
"I was wondering if you'd come."
She moved toward him with a big smile, hips swinging, tits bobbing, cunt curls flexing.
"I like big tippers."
Without saying another word, she dropped down before him and rubbed her hand over the embarrassing bulge in his pants.
"My, hon, you've really got a big one here, don't you?"
"Y-you," he gulped, "really put on a good show."
"Oh, I just love it when guys get their rocks off watching me," she gushed as she opened his pants. "I'd just love to fuck 'em all-but, of course, you know I can't do that." Pulling down his shorts, she let his big, bloated, hard-on spring into view. "Wow! That is a nice one!"
Larry's cock jerked against her soft hand when she touched it. Her small fingers curled around the throbbing shaft and gently began to tug at it.
"You're big and full, aren't you? You really need to cum."
"Y-y-yes," he muttered.
She pumped on his prick and the tip began to drool.
"Look at all that nice, icky juice," she said, slicking her fingers with the oily fluid so that she could coat his shaft and make her hand slide more easily up and down.
His hips began to hump, thrusting his cock in and out between her fingers.
"Ohhh, hon, you are hot! I'll bet you'd give me a nice tip if I sucked you off, wouldn't you? Huh?"
"Y-y-yeah."
"Fifty?"
"Fifty?" Larry stiffened. "Hell, no! Twenty-"
"Forty?"
"T-thirty."
The blonde chuckled. "You're on, hon," she said, then she dipped her head and licked his cock with her hot, wet tongue.
Larry groaned and tried to push his prick into her mouth. But she held him off, tickling his meat with the tip of her tongue and making it throb for release. He finally gave up, realizing that she knew more than he did about how to excite a man's dick. She licked and sucked and blew ever so gently over the fleshy pole.
After a while, she was sucking on his prick-head, drawing out and savoring his precious love juice. Only Wendy had ever sucked his cock before, and he couldn't remember her ever taking the time to stimulate it so thoroughly. They seldom did that anymore; their love life had become pretty stagnant. God, if he could just get her to go down on him with half the enthusiasm of this little minx.
"Suck me!" he demanded. "Now! Make me cum." Then, more gently, he pleaded, "Please."
The blonde let his cock slide between her lips and over her tongue. Larry felt the head of his dick rub across the roof of her mouth until it was jammed into her throat. She muttered a grunt and began stroking with her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!" he groaned "God! Yes!"
Larry's cock slipped in and out of the blonde's mouth. It became wet and shiny with saliva. His hips bucked, adding to the force of her mouth strokes. Gradually, he speeded up...until his balls began to churn.
Wanting to hold the high for as long as possible, he pulled back. But the blonde would give him no peace. Her lips stroked him faster and faster, until he shook with passion.
"God, baby-" he cried as his cock squeezed forth its first gush of love cream.
"Mmmmmph!" the dancer moaned, her lips tightening around his dick as it spewed its hot load down her throat. It gushed and she swallowed, gushed... and swallowed, until her stomach was full and his scrotum was drained.
"I'm sorry," Larry muttered as he tucked his prick back into his pants.
"Sorry, hon? For what?"
"For cumming in your mouth like that."
"Don't be silly," the naked woman chided as she took the money he offered and laid it on her dressing table. "Come back again. I love to suck cocks almost as much as I love to dance."
"I don't know," he mumbled. "My wife-"
"Hey, bring her along." She gave him a big wink. "I eat pussy, too."