Chapter 6
The next morning, I seduced another man's wife.
Toni did not pass the house at her usual time and, believe me, I was waiting. Nothing thrilled me quite as much as the sight of her tight little ass hugged by jogging shorts-forbidden fruit-another man's wife.
There could have been any number of reasons I did not see her, I told myself as I showered and shaved. It looked like it might rain. Maybe she was just taking a day off. Maybe she was trying a different route.
I was just taking the plastic bag off my cast when the doorbell rang. It took me a few minutes to get it untied, but I tossed it aside hurriedly and hopped toward the door. The doorbell rang again.
"Okay, okay," I quarreled at whoever was ringing the doorbell.
During my period of convalescence at home, scarcely a day went by when someone didn't come to the door selling something. If it wasn't cosmetics, it was someone selling vacuum cleaners. I needed neither. And if this was another salesman, I was going to let him-or her-have it with both barrels.
Toni's sweet smile greeted me, her big blue eyes stopping me dead in my tracks.
"Hi," she said, her smile wavering somewhat. "Did
I interrupt anything?"
"No, I'm just surprised to see you. Come on in," I said.
Suddenly, I was a little breathless, totally blown out of the water by this unexpected visit.
"I'm still kind of sweaty from my run, but I thought I'd drop by and see if you need anything. I'm going shopping later today."
Her words came out in a rush and I wondered if she had rehearsed that speech during her run. At the same time, I noticed that her tank top and shorts were clinging to her wet body, showing off every curve.
"I can't think of anything," I said with a shrug. "Can I offer you some coffee?"
"Water would be great," she said agreeably.
"Let's go in the kitchen," I suggested.
"Thanks."
Toni moved with long, graceful strides in the direction I was pointing. I followed, amazed at how she looked even better up close. The red shorts she wore hugged her sweet ass like a second skin and her lean legs appeared even longer. Her white tank top only emphasized her firm breasts and well-developed upper body. This woman would have looked sexy in a potato sack.
I opened a bottle of cold spring water and handed it to her. Then I poured myself a cup of coffee and held onto it with both shaking hands. It wouldn't do for this young beauty that I had worshipped from afar to see how she made me excited and nervous at the same time.
"I guess you'll be getting out of your cast soon," she said after taking a long drink of water.
"Won't be long."
"You should start exercising on a regular basis as soon as the doctor will let you; some weight training and cardio work. I'd be happy to help you work up a training schedule," she offered, her eyes twinkling merrily.
"It's a deal," I said with a wide grin.
"You appear to be in pretty good shape anyway," she said, giving me an appraising look. Then she reached out and squeezed my upper arm. "Uh-huh."
I was sure sparks flew from her fingertips when she touched me. Her hand lingered a moment and then slid down my arm to my hand. Turning it palm up, she traced the long line across my palm with the tip of her nail. She held it so close to her face that, for a minute, I thought she was going to lick it. I held my breath and waited for her to continue.
"Sorry," she said, finally, after clearing her throat. "It's just that you have very nice hands."
When our eyes met again, hers had changed completely. They were no longer those of a wide-eyed, innocent young woman. They were filled with a hunger I'd only fantasized about up until now.
"Running gets me so hot," she blurted. "I'd better go before I do something I'll be sorry about later."
"I can't imagine anything you could do that would make me sorry," I said to her.
"If your wife knew what I was thinking right now.. . " she began, and licked her lips as her gaze traveled downward.
"My wife is at work and so is your young husband," I reminded her.
"That's true," she replied in a breathy whisper.
"So whatever happens while they're gone doesn't concern them," I reasoned.
During our conversation, I had settled onto one of the stools at the counter opposite Toni. She came toward me, every sexy movement revealing her desires. Toni was young, probably not 25 years old, but she carried herself with the confidence of a much older woman. When she was close enough to reach out and touch me, she did so. We were almost eye level with each other. Her warm hands cupped my face and then slid down to my broad shoulders.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
With a little sound, I pulled her into my arms and covered her mouth with mine. She moaned and melted against me, arms circling my shoulders, tongue dancing with mine. By the time the kiss ended, I had both hands on her ass, pulling the full length of her body against me.
"God, you smell so good," she moaned, licking my neck and nibbling my ear.
Her clothes were still damp from exercise, but she didn't smell sweaty. She smelled musky. I didn't mind. Nor did I mind the salty taste of sweat on the tender skin of her long neck.
Our mouths came together again in another soul-searching kiss. She pressed her breasts into my chest and her hands slid down to my crotch. There, she traced around my erection with her fingertips and then squeezed it gently.
"See what you do to me," I muttered, pressing my face between her breasts.
"Look what you do to me," she whispered.
In one quick motion, she peeled off her tank top and sports bra. Her pear-shaped breasts were nothing short of beautiful, but it was her nipples that caught and held my attention. They were a pale pink, consistent with her blonde coloring, but they were huge. The stiff buds looked as long as my thumb. They seemed to be reaching for me. "Touch me," she moaned.
I covered her breasts with my hands, palming the nipples. Toni closed her eyes and moaned louder. I tugged at the pink peaks and watched as her eyes began to glitter feverishly.
"Suck them," she whimpered, thrusting her chest toward my face.
This young woman was clearly in control of the situation and I liked the idea.
She shuddered with pleasure when I rolled my tongue across one nipple. I quickly moved my head to the other side, giving her the same treatment there.
"Suck them," she urged, her voice breathy.
Returning to the first stiff bud, I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it slowly.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
I squeezed it with my lips and then released it abruptly. Then I moved to the other nipple. Her moans grew louder as my hands went into action. Her musky scent grew stronger and my cock was rock-hard and ready for action.
"Let me taste you," she whimpered.
Dropping to her knees, she rubbed her face back and forth across my cock. I watched, fascinated, as she wrapped her mouth around my cloth-covered dick, squeezing me with her lips much as I had done with her nipple.
At long last, she pulled at the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my ass and they slid downward, my dick leaping free. Before my shorts reached my ankles, Toni had one hand wrapped around me. She moaned softly, her eyes glued to my cockhead as she pumped me slowly. The fingers of her free hand skipped up and down my inner thigh, making me tingle.
I sat there watching her small, very feminine hand stroke me. Her touch was somewhat hesitant, almost too gentle, but that was changing. The fingers on my leg were now dancing lightly across my balls. Finally, she cupped them, hefting the weight in her palm.
My cockhead began turning a deep red color and I throbbed in her fingers.
Toni moaned softly and licked her lips.
"I know you want to suck it," I said in a hoarse whisper.
With a low moan, she began licking me, not stopping until I was thoroughly covered with her spit. Only then did she take me into her mouth, sliding her lips down over me with tantalizing slowness. And her tongue never stopped moving. Toni did not stop until I touched the back of her throat.
She released me just as slowly, that tongue seeming to be everywhere at once.
When she swallowed me again, I wanted to ram my cock down her throat and empty my balls. My whole body was screaming for release. To distract myself, I ran my fingers through her silky hair. I watched her cheeks bulge out as my dick filled her mouth. I watched as she fondled her breasts with her free hand. Her mouth moved faster, the hand on my balls squeezing rhythmically. Little wet sucking sounds reached my ears and I closed my eyes. This was incredible!
Toni moaned when pre-cum bubbled from the tip of my cock. She swallowed it readily and probed into my hole for more. I knew that if I didn't do something soon, it was going to be all over right there in the kitchen.
"Toni, I'd like to taste you, too," I whispered, sliding my fingers under her chin.
She slowly pulled her mouth off of me. My shorts were still tangled around my ankles and she removed them carefully. Then she stood up. "Okay."
"Let's go somewhere where we can be more comfortable," I suggested as I motioned toward another part of the house.
Wearing only those red jogging shorts, Toni led the way into the living room. She was a strange mixture of athlete and woman. The muscles in her back and shoulders were strong and well-defined, rippling with every movement. And yet, her movements were feminine.
I settled on the sofa and watched as she removed her shorts. She was not wearing panties. There was not an ounce of fat on her pretty body. Every muscle was toned and taut, her stomach flat. My gaze dropped to her pretty blonde bush. It was only a shade darker than the hair on her head and it looked just as thick and luxurious.
When Toni saw my admiring gaze, she stepped closer, allowing me to touch her. I ran my fingers up her inner thighs and then swirled them through her damp curls. There was a quick intake of breath when I teased her swollen lips with a fingertip.
"Yes, touch me," she moaned, spreading her legs slightly.
Even as her pink lips parted for me, I continued to trace around them, listening to her steady moaning. She thrust her lower body against my hand, rocking her hips instinctively. I caught sight of her clit, wet, erect and throbbing.
Her moan turned into a sigh when my finger slipped inside of her hot box. It was immediately covered with her hot oils and her inner muscles hugged it greedily.
I worked my finger in and out a few times, matching her rhythmic humping. Then I pulled it free. It was shiny wet, dripping with her juices. I sniffed it and then tasted her honey. She tasted even better than she smelled.
To my surprise, Toni caught my hand in hers and guided it to her own mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as she sucked my finger.
"That's how your cock will taste after you fuck me," she whispered, pushing my hand back toward her dripping cunt.
I nodded and eased two fingers inside of her this time.
Impulsively, Toni climbed onto the sofa on top of me. She squatted over my dick, holding it steady by the base. And then, with her blue eyes on mine, she sat down, taking me into her hot, tight cunt.
"Oh, yes," I grunted as her body devoured me.
Toni closed her eyes and moved up and down slowly.
"So big," she whispered.
Her voice was shaking as she began working her hips in a little circle, grinding her clit between us. "So hard."
I simply lay there and watched the beautiful woman riding me. Her breasts swayed gently and her face contorted with ecstasy as her movements became faster and more erratic.
"Lucas, I need to cum," she whimpered.
"Cum, baby, cum," I breathed. Covering her sweaty breasts with both hands, I palmed her nipples. "Cum all over my dick."
"Oh, Lucas."
I slid my hands down her body, kneading and caressing. I grabbed her ass and urged her to move faster. At the same time, I thrust upward, driving my cock to the hilt.
"Oh, Lucas."
Her voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper. She rode me faster and faster, slamming her body against mine. When I pushed a wet finger against her puckered anus, she leaned forward until just her nipples brushed my chest, giving me plenty of room. Her pussy was beginning to pulse, squeezing me tightly.
"Suck me with your pussy," I grunted, bucking upward as I pushed my finger into her ass-hole past the first knuckle.
Toni babbled incoherently as she climaxed. Her body bucked out of control, the wet sounds of sex filled the room. Watching her, it was all I could do to keep myself under control. Her hair flew around her head in wild disarray and her magnificent body gleamed with sweat. My balls were aching, my cock ready to explode.
But the desire to dive into her sweet pussy tongue-first was stronger.
I waited until she caught her breath and then whispered, "Let me taste that pussy now."
She hesitated as if struggling with her decision. Her pussy was still gripping me.
I waited, thumbing her nipples.
Finally, she nodded and lifted herself off of me.
My dick, slimy with her juices, bobbed around as if sniffing the air for pussy.
I slid lower on the cushions, flat on my back on the sofa, and motioned for her to return to me. She was trembling from head to toe, whimpering softly as she squatted over my face. I was pleased to know that she was familiar with the 69 position.
Toni's warm hand curled around my wet cock and she pumped me slowly. That felt wonderful, but I was more interested in the dripping, fragrant, freshly-fucked pussy hovering just over my face. I gave her two fingers, watching up close as her lips clung to them, hungry again. She gasped when only the tips remained inside and I worked them in a little circle. Her inner lips were bright red and oozing wetness. When I finally pulled my fingers free, her liquid center pulsed steadily.
Unable to control myself another second, I flattened my tongue and licked her from clit to ass-hole
"Oh!" she gasped and jumped when my tongue touched her. The hand on my dick moved a bit faster.
Curling my tongue into a point, I used it to make ever-widening circles just inside of her.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," she grunted, sliding her pussy all over my face.
Then, with no preliminaries, she sucked my dick into her mouth. Tongue swirling, lips squeezing, she bobbed her head steadily. It was impossible to lie still and I moaned into her muff as I bucked upward into her hot, sucking mouth.
Soon, I was fucking her pussy with my tongue, her mouth with my dick. And Toni seemed to be enjoying it as much as I. She humped my face with abandon and sucked my dick as if she intended to swallow every drop of cum in my balls.
Both of us were so engrossed in pleasing each other that I don't think we would have known if my wife and her husband walked into the room. At the thought of her husband, I doubled my tongue action and added my fingers to the mix.
Toni was ready to climax, moaning around my meat as she sucked that much harder. Her mouth drew my boiling cum up my shaft quickly. In the next few seconds, it was firing one long, thick stream after another right down her throat. She held only the head in her mouth and pumped me while I bucked wildly beneath her.
That set Toni off. Even as she swallowed my jizz, she shuddered through a climax that was even more intense than the one before.
I kissed her lower lips tenderly and waited for her to release me. That did not happen until my cock began to shrink and then she rolled off of me onto the floor. My cum was drying on her lips and face but she was smiling, nothing but satisfaction glowing in her eyes now.
"If I was a cat I'd be purring," she whispered, resting her head against my thigh.
"Me, too," I answered, stroking her tangled hair.
We were quiet for a few minutes and then she reached for her shorts.
"I need to get going," she explained. "Someone might have seen me come in. We wouldn't want to give them a chance to start any rumors."
I had to agree.
"Would you mind if I stopped by again?"
"Not at all," I answered sincerely as I pushed myself to a sitting position and gently lowered my cast to the floor.
I sat there for a few minutes after she left, listening to the silence in the house. My foot and ankle ached a little, but I was sure the doctor would remove the cast when I visited him again. He would probably send me back to work, too. The idea saddened me.
Funny, just a few days before I'd been so eager to return to work. Now, I was trying to think of a way to stay home.