Chapter 9

In the rapture of afterglow, Jann's dreams slowly faded. Surrendering to the peace of a clear mind and a satisfied body, she closed her eyes and rested on the solid but soft green felt of the pool table, so relaxed that she could not and would not budge.

Her tranquility was short-lived. Soon the usual barrage of afterthoughts cluttered her consciousness. Reality was threatening to put an end to her serenity. Reluctantly, she propped herself up on her elbows and, squinting in the dim light of the overhead lamp, tried to read the small clock on the paneled wall. It was almost five a.m., practically dawn. The her amazement, she realized she had been lying there for about three hours.

Chilled by her nakedness, but too lethargic to move, Jann shivered and again reclined. It had been a long night. Denied the pleasure of her husband's love, she had mentally created her most elaborate fantasy. Impressed with her own imagination, she reviewed the details of the fantasy, a somewhat rambling sexual adventure that had started routinely enough with her usual prowler-discovering-her-on-the-pool-table situation, creatively progressing to a new fantasy in which she met an old high-school-chum-turned-call-girl, who turns her on to part-time prostitution to pay her debts and satisfy her neglected lust. Jann had to laugh at the idea of being a call girl, of being able to service all those imaginary customers and lovers, and to imagine her escapades so graphically. Although she was exceptionally attractive and uninhibited with her husband, she was in reality a painfully shy person and hardly what you'd call promiscuous. Farfetched was the idea that she could solve all her real life financial problems with a few weeks of freelance hooking. Life just wasn't that simple. Just as preposterous was Bill's miraculous recovery, his sudden and insatiable lust.

But it had been a pleasurable fantasy and that was all she had these days since Bill had become impotent. Jann had learned the value of masturbation as an alternative to intercourse. It helped her to survive the lonely nights, although after achieving orgasm by her own hand, a trace of shame, guilt and emptiness persisted. If only she had the gumption to follow through on her revealing fantasies, at least to find herself a lover, perhaps things would be bearable.

Suddenly she heard a door open and footsteps descending the staircase that led to the recreation room. She knew it was Bill and, panicking, sought her nightgown. But it was too late. He found her sitting naked on the edge of the pool table, a sleepy, bewildered look on his face.

"Jann?" he said. "What are you doing here? Why are you naked?"

She was about to claim that she had sleepwalked, but what was the use of lying? The truth would shock him, but perhaps it would make him think. She decided to risk it. "I came here," she answered, "because it was the only place I could find privacy."

"Privacy?" Bill declared. "To do what?"

Jann hesitated, avoiding his eyes. Timidly she replied, "To satisfy myself. It's been so long since we've made love."

"You mean...." Bill couldn't articulate what he had discovered. "On the pool table?"

"The word is masturbation," said Jann. "I've been doing it for weeks. Where I do it is irrelevant. You caught me. I hope you're not embarrassed."

"I am," he admitted. "Just because we've gone without sex for a while ... Can't you control yourself?"

Jann was hurt by his inference. "Control myself? I have controlled myself, Bill. I haven't pressured you to do anything you didn't want to do. I've kept my frustration to myself. Other wives would've found a lover by now, but I've remained faithful ... except in my fantasies."

Still groggy, Bill did not immediately comprehend her meaning, but the remark eventually sank in and awakened him. He couldn't decide at that moment whether he was feeling shock, surprise or sympathy. He bent down to retrieve Jann's nightgown and offered it to her. "You must be cold," he absently declared.

Jann merely placed the garment on the table and stared seriously at her husband, her bare breasts fully visible. She looked as if she were posing for an erotic portrait. She couldn't think of anything to say to him, her silence of far greater effect.

Awkwardly, Bill approached her, reached out and touched her face. "I had no idea it's been that hard on you," he claimed.

"It has," she flatly replied.

"It won't last forever. It's just a phase I'm going through."

Jann shook her head. "That's not good enough. I've often made love to you when I had no desire to do so. I did it for your sake. I knew you needed it. Well, now I need it."

Bill sighed. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "From now on," he promised, the phrase reminding her of her fantasy, "I'll try to satisfy you in any way I can."

Jann kissed his cheek. "That's all I ask."

Bill glanced at the basement window and the first light of dawn. "I won't be able to go back to sleep," he said, "but it's too early to get ready for work. What'll I do for the next few hours?"

Jann had an answer for him. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. His warm, tender touch was enough to stimulate her. And when his fingers gently squeezed her supple mounds of flesh, she again felt an unquenchable craving between her legs. His thumbs rolled her hardened nipples, adding fuel to the fire that flared within her.

Jann leaned back on the palms of her hands, presenting her torso to him to do whatever he pleased. His hands slowly sank to her waist. Then he jockeyed his way between her legs and, bending down, began to suckle on her luscious tits. She moaned softly, closing her eyes and allowing her head to roll back and from side to side. She raised one hand to stroke his hair as his lips feasted on her breasts, nursing each of her sensitive nipples.

Then suddenly, in one fluid motion, Bill whisked her off the table, carried her up the stairs, through the house and into the semidarkness of their bedroom. He placed her on the edge of the bed and encouraged her to recline. He quickly removed his pajamas and knelt at her feet. Spreading her legs, his hands kneaded her soft, shapely thighs. Without delay, he lowered his mouth to the wet lips of her cunt and planted a kiss there.

Jann stirred, widening the span of her legs to give him full access to her snatch and to pry apart the pouting lips of her pussy. Bill's willing and eager tongue did the rest, ably licking the pungent but hardy nectar from her gaping cunt, incessantly stroking her taut clitoris.

Moaning deeply, Jann massaged her own breasts until she reached the brink of a shattering orgasm. Thrusting her cunt at his darting tongue, she concentrated on her objective, no longer depending on fantasy. With a violent shudder and a muffled cry, she climaxed.

As Bill rose to his feet, Jann beheld a welcome sight. His cock stood erect and she wasted no time tending to its carnal needs. Sitting on the bed, she brought her lips to the tip of his prick, administering kisses and a wet licking to his long, hard shaft. She took his throbbing rod into her mouth and began to suck him off, but her efforts came to an abrupt end as she felt his manhood shrinking.

"What happened?" she asked, confused. "What's wrong?"

"I-I lost it," he replied uncomfortably.

"How is that possible? It usually grows when I do this."

"I guess I'm still not ready," he reasoned. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. At least you came. That's what's important."

Jann had no complaints. He had satisfied her, and besides, oral sex was far better than no sex. She kissed him gratefully. "You must still be exhausted," she rationalized, supplying him with an excuse.

"That must be it," he concurred, lying on the bed. "I'm feeling tired again."

"Relax," Jann suggested. "Get some more sleep. You have another hour or two before you have to get up for work."

They cuddled under the sheets and in a few minutes, Jann heard Bill's light snore and knew he was fast asleep.

Jann, however, could not sleep. After a while, she got up, washed and dressed and headed for the kitchen to prepare Bill's breakfast. While the bacon sizzled on a skillet, she checked to see if his jacket was hanging in the foyer closet. On a number of occasions, he was late for work trying to find it, abseiitminded as he sometimes was. Fortunately, he had not forgotten to hang the jacket. It was neatly suspended from a wire hanger in the closet, but a card of some sort was conspicuously sticking out of a pocket. Curiously, Jann reached for the card. The inscription inside read: "To Bill--a token of my affection. Wear this chain in good health. It's 14K gold, like my love for you--Pamela."

Pamela? Not Pamela Dwyer, wondered Jann, thinking of the young divorcee who worked in the quality-control division at Bill's plant. Bill had mentioned her on a number of occasions. He referred to her as an attractive, statuesque blonde. In fact, he couldn't understand how any man in his right mind could divorce her. Jann had thought nothing of it at the time, not being the jealous type, but now ... He had said that the chain was a birthday present from his fellow employees. Jann realized that his bowling nights were probably an excuse. Bill was having an affair with Pamela Dwyer. But how could he in his condition! Then Jann realized why Bill couldn't get it up for her-either he no longer loved her, felt guilty about his extramarital affair, or got so much pussy on the sly that hers wasn't needed.

Whatever the reason, Jann realized that her husband was lying to her and could no longer be trusted. She did not wish to confront him with her discovery because there was already a great deal of turmoil in their house over finances. She wished she had never learned what she had. But since she did, she felt something had to be done. The one thing that seemed unfair was that Bill was getting all the sex he wanted and she practically had to beg for it. That would have to change. She decided to take a lover. But whom! She didn't want to throw herself at anyone, and she was in no position to be selective. Using that imagination of hers, an answer soon arose.

Later that same day, while Bill was at work, Jann drove to a nearby city where the offices of a national sex tabloid were located. The editorial headquarters occupied one floor of a large office building. Inquiring at the front desk, she was directed to the Personal Ad counter. There she was confronted by a tall, rather handsome young man with curly brown hair, dark-blue eyes and a moustache. His smile quickly charmed her, easing her nervousness. "May I help you?" he asked pleasantly.

"I'd like to place a personal ad," Jann timidly replied.

He handed her a form. "Just fill that out and we'll calculate the cost depending on how many words you use. Okay?"

"Okay," answered Jann, returning his smile.

She had not expected such ordinary, agreeable-looking people in the office of an explicit sex tabloid. She had been anticipating a pack of lecherous, leering ogres who'd ogle her and smirk at her reason for being there. Relieved, she neatly printed her message on the form: "Lonely housewife, mid-twenties, attractive but sensitive, seeks compatible male for discreet sex and friendship-adventurous but not kinky." She decided to rent one of the newspaper's post boxes and use that as a response address. She then presented the completed form to the helpful young man at the counter.

"Ah ... you're not going to read it, are you?" Jann asked him anxiously.

"Well...." he said, "I have to count the words."

Jann nodded understandingly and looked away, painfully embarrassed yet secretly hoping he would read the message.

The clerk scanned the form, unable to resist closer scrutiny. He looked up at Jann.

"Is anything wrong?" she asked.

"No," he smiled. "It's just...."

"What?"

"May I have a word with you? Privately."

"Huh?"

"Could I treat you to a cup of coffee?"

"Well, I don't know...." Jann nervously fretted.

"Please," he implored, his tone perfectly harmless. "It's my lunch hour anyway. I just want to talk with you."

Impulsively, Jann consented. "All right."

He escorted her to a nearby coffee shop. As soon as they were situated in a booth, he introduced himself. "My name is Glenn Hammond."

"My name is Jann Crawford," she replied.

"I couldn't help but read your personal ad," he admitted. "To be perfectly frank with you ... I'm in a similar position. I'm not married, but I am looking for someone with whom I can have an intimate but free relationship. I don't like to go to singles bars or massage parlors because I'm looking for more than sex for rent. I'd like to be friends with the person I choose, not just a sex partner."

"That's odd," said Jann. "You'd think that working for that tabloid of yours, you wouldn't have a problem meeting someone."

"Not just anyone," Glenn specified. "I work for that paper because I need a job, not because I necessarily agree with its philosophy. At any rate, I'd like you to consider me."

"This is a little sudden," Jann balked.

"I know," Glenn agreed. "But just think, you'd be saving yourself some money by not placing the ad."

Jann laughed. "That's right. But tell me, why me!"

Glenn stared into her eyes, his sincerity obvious. "Because you're beautiful and shy. Because everything about you is soft-spoken. The moment I saw you I knew I wanted to make love to you."

It was reckless of her, but Jann was tempted to accept. Why not? He was handsome, willing and well-tempered. "I want you, too," she blurted. "The sooner the better."

"My apartment is only three blocks away," Glenn told her. "Or is that rushing things?"

"I'm ready," Jann replied. "But do you have the time?"

Glenn shrugged. "It doesn't really matter what time I get back to the office. How about you?"

"I have all the time in the world," Jan assured him, suddenly feeling very daring.

While walking over to Glenn's apartment, they became better acquainted, chatting pleasantly, as if oblivious of what they were about to do. Their rapport was such that Jann didn't feel the slightest anxiety.

She even felt at ease in the privacy of his one-bedroom apartment, impressively if inexpensively decorated with exotic scatter rugs and wicker furniture. She didn't have much of a chance to study his abode, as both of them were so eager to consummate their impulsive relationship.

With a casual air, as if he had known her for years, Glenn put his arms around her waist, drew her close to him and kissed her. Jann melted in his embrace, returning his kiss with unrestrained passion. As their kisses lingered, Glenn slowly unzipped the back of her dress. Jann responded by tugging his shirt out of his pants. They parted to deal with disrobing. Glenn removed the dress, which Jann allowed to fall in a heap at her feet until she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. In a white lace bra and half-slip, she reached out to unbutton his shirt. They then reversed roles, she removing the half-slip and he discarding his own shirt. Glenn was so aroused to find her wearing a white garter belt and nylons that a bulge formed in the crotch of his pants.

Jann unsnapped her bra and unleashed her luscious tits. Glenn could not contain himself and immediately filled his hands with the firm abundance of those irresistible breasts. He thrilled to the hardening of her pert nipples, bending down to kiss, lick and suck them while Jann reached, moaning, for the bulge between his legs.

Without being coerced or encouraged, Jann knelt before him, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and released his throbbing cock from the tight confines of his briefs. She pampered his meat with gentle hands, soft lips and a wet tongue, thoroughly licking his organ, his scrotum and balls before taking his rod into her mouth. It was the only cock other than Bill's that she had ever sucked, and the wantonness of her infidelity only served to entice her even more.

In his wildest dreams, Glenn had never expected such a treat, at least not this soon in their relationship. Unable to contain his pleasure and wishing to prolong it, he removed his cock from her mouth and encouraged her to rise. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he ushered her toward the bedroom.

Jann sank into the soft luxury of his queen-sized mattress, lying on her back with her arms high over her head, her fingers entwined in the wicker headboard. Glenn hovered above her on the side of the bed, naked and endowed with an admirable physique.

He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her parted legs. He reached for her thigh, unsnapped the straps of her garter belt and stripped her of her sheer nylon stockings. His fingers then hooked around the elastic waist of her white silk panties and tugged them down. They slid smoothly over her bare legs and were casually discarded. Lastly, she raised her hips, allowing him to reach behind her and remove the lace garter belt.

Glenn paused to gaze at her nakedness, enthralled beyond words with the luster of her hair sprawled across his pillow, with the sweet glow of her vibrant face, flushed with mounting passion, the breathlessness of her parted lips, the gracefulness of her neck, shoulders and arms, the sumptuous beauty of her full, rounded breasts with their hard, pink nipples rising and falling as she sighed, the curves of her belly, waist and hips, the perfection of her thighs and calves, and, of course, the crown of her loveliness, the moistened lips of her cunt, adorned with its tuft of curly pubic hair.

"You're incredibly beautiful," said Glenn, aware that he had found his erotic ideal. "How could any man neglect a wife like you?" he asked rhetorically.

It was exactly what Jann wanted to be told. She desired to be appreciated, yet the mere mention of her husband, even indirectly, made her uneasy. She loved Bill, but in the bed of another man, she wanted to pretend that she belonged to no one. "Let's not mention anyone else," she told her newfound lover. "When we're alone like this, there's no one else in the world. Do you understand?"

Glenn smiled and nodded, pleased with her attitude. Then he treated himself to the pleasures of the flesh, exploring her body with his hands, touching, feeling, caressing every inch of her, kneading her boobs, stroking her thighs, massaging her clit and delving into the wet warmth of her snatch. Jann unashamedly took the same liberties with his body, acquainting herself with the muscles of his arms and legs, the trim and fitful bulk of his chest and back, the rigidity and thickness of his prominent manhood.

Eventually, they assumed the sixty-nine position. Glenn's mouth took to Jann's pussy the way a hungry animal takes to raw meat, his tongue thoroughly probing her deep, delectable sex tunnel and catering to her clit. As he ate her out, savoring her abundant juices, Glenn lowered his crotch on her face. Jann gave him head, coiling her slithering tongue around his mammoth cock, inserting it into her drooling mouth.

She came first, abandoning his prick momentarily to let out a yelp of delight, her saturated cunt grinding against his face, her clit pressed to the tip of his tongue.

Jann repaid him with equal enthusiasm, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly, swallowing its entire length until his balls brushed her chin and the sweaty smell of his hairy crotch filled her nostrils. But that did not deter her. On the contrary, the earthy aroma of a man was like an aphrodisiac to Jann, spurring her on.

Glenn tried to hold back, but the pleasure was too intense, unbearably so. Gritting his teeth and seizing the back of her head, he trembled, then flinched, firing a blast of semen down her sweet throat. Dutifully, Jann swallowed his seed-every oozing drop of it-greedily licking her lips clean of his masculine taste.

They rested, nestled in one another's arms. Glenn affectionately stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, his cock still hard, leaning against her thigh. "That was great," he finally murmured.

"Yes, it was," Jann agreed with a serene smile. "But I want more."

"I'll give you all you want," Glenn promised. "I could make love to you all day and all night."

"It's been so long since I've been fucked," she candidly and bluntly confided. "I want to feel your big dick inside of me."

He sat up in bed and reached for something in the drawer of his nightstand. When Jann noticed the condom, she laughed. "You won't need that," she told him. "I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure?"

"Cross my heart."

"How convenient."

"I think so. I prefer six inches of lean, hard meat instead of a clammy wedge of rubber."

"It's only natural," Glenn smiled, giving one of her breasts a gentle squeeze. "Tell me," he said, suddenly serious. "Have you ever done this with anyone but your husband?"

"No," she admitted. "Only in my dreams."

"Well," he sighed. "You won't need dreams anymore."

His lips met hers, renewing the spell of their sudden, forbidden affair. Thoughts of Bill were nowhere in sight for Jann, nor was there a trace of guilt. All she knew was that she was in the bed of another, a man who excited her, a man who was excited by her, a man she desperately wanted to fuck her.

Glenn's kisses grew steadily in passion, his tongue rolling inside her mouth. His body turned over to cover hers, a dominating but not uncomfortable weight. The feel of flesh on flesh ignited an emotional fire within Jann. Her hands slid through his curly brown locks, her fingers massaged the scruff of his neck and her dark red fingernails raked his back, tracing the long curve of his spine.

Glenn's arms held her waist in an inescapable grip and his lips plunged to her neck and between her breasts. Jann's legs slowly spread wide and his hips sank until they were snugly wedged between her thighs. She was speaking with her body, telling him that the eagerly awaited moment had arrived.

Glenn raised himself, his cock poised like a missile a mere inch from the labia of her cunt. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Jann gazed into his eyes. "I'm ready," she breathlessly replied.

"Are you sure?"

Jann's eagerness dispeled any reluctance, any sense of uncertainty. She wanted it so badly that she could cry. "Fuck me!" she begged. "Do it now! Please, fuck me!"

Effortlessly, Glenn's cock entered her lubricated gash, shoving his prick deeper and deeper into her womb until it was totally consumed. Jann gasped as he penetrated her, then moaned with pleasure, lifting her hot, horny snatch to make sure she possessed his every inch. It was a tight but comfortable fit, better than it was with Bill, although Jann refused to make comparisons.

And then the man of top of Jann, this handsome and virile stranger named Glenn, began to move, sliding his cock in and out of her, lifting himself to spare her the burden of his weight, balancing himself on his flattened palms. It gave him the chance to watch her face while they balled, to study her expression as he rammed eight inches of hard meat into her pussy.

Jann's eyes met his, then she said, "Say something."

"What do you want me to say?" he asked, not quite grasping the meaning of her suggestion.

"Something filthy," she replied. "I'm a conquest, aren't I? Tell it to me dirty."

Glenn smiled, maintaining his long, slow strokes. "All right," he said. "Yours is the best pussy I've had in ages. Not only does it taste good, but it's as tight as a fist wrapped around my dick. Fucking your cunt, fucking your mouth and fucking your ass are better than screwing a thousand-dollar-a-night whore."

"More!" Jann demanded, placing her hands on his chest and jerking her hips to match his thrusts. "You can do better than that. Fuck me with words as well as with your cock!"

Glenn grasped her wrists and pinned them to the bed, pumping faster, harder, riveting her with his piercing rod. "You want fucking, baby? I'll fuck your brains out! From the second you walked into the office I knew you'd be a hot, bitchin' lay! I was hungry for your juicy pussy! I knew a piece of ass like you came along once in a lifetime and I was going to take advantage of it! Whatever I had to do, I was going to nail your pussy! And now ... now you're in my bed on your back, with my cock in your cunt! And it feels so good ... oh, so good!" He paused to lick her nipples. "I'm going to fuck you over and over! I'm going to fuck your pussy and I'm going to fuck your ass and I'm going to come in your mouth again and again and again!"

Jann became hysterical with passion, lifting her legs and winding them around his waist. Glenn's mouth attached itself to one of her breasts and sucked it while he repeatedly slammed into her like a battering ram.

"Oh, please!" Jann pleaded. "Keep doing this as long as you can! Don't stop! Give me more! More!"

Glenn was not about to shoot his wad so soon. He wanted to savor this moment of absolute ecstasy. He had the desire and the stamina to go the distance. He sensed that Jann was working on a vaginal orgasm and he wanted her to attain it. His powerful thrusts were unrelenting, spurred on by his determination.

Jann couldn't help but think of her husband. She imagined him in bed with Pamela Dwyer, doing exactly what Glenn was doing to her. At first, the thought of Bill's unfaithfulness disturbed her. But as Jann visualized the naked lovers, she felt an inexplicable rush of excitement. In her fantasy, she watched as Bill applied his handy tool to Pamela's open mouth, then rammed it brutally into her anus and finally submitted his insistent cock for her cunt's approval. Their writhing bodies wrestled in her mind; their groping hands kneaded warm, supple flesh; and their moans, groans and grunts of delight provided the music of their fornication.

A fever spread like wildfire from Jann's forehead to her lips, to her fingertips, to her nipples, to her thighs, and to her cunt. Spiritual desire and physical lust united and became an overpowering force, awesomely compelling. Jann yielded fully to the currents of her emotions, surrendering her mind and body to the infinite joys of copulation. She was fascinated with the fact that the simple act of sexual intercourse, performed with the right person at the right time, was the ultimate human experience in which the unattainable was always within grasp. And all she had to do was give and take.

Jann's hands traveled slowly down the length of Glenn's ribs, around his waist and to his buttocks. Her sharp nails bitingly sank into the fleshy cheeks of his ass, spurring him on, provoking him to maintain the aggressive momentum of his thrust.

Glenn's prowess was unquestionable as he continued untiringly to hump his newfound mistress, managing to suck her tits as well. In and out he jabbed, in and out, in and out, producing a slithering sound as his cock slid smoothly through her saturated slit. Tired of hovering, he collapsed on top of her, inserting his tongue in her ear and taking her buttocks in his hands, but never pausing in his spirited coital movements.

Suddenly Jann could not control herself.

It was the maddening sensation of his warm breath and saliva in her ear, the crushing weight of his brawny chest on her tingling breasts, the grinding of his belly and his hips against hers, the strain of her thighs locked around his waist, the feel of his hands on her ass, the mingling of sweat and pubic hair, and the total dominance of his magnificent cock embedded in her submissive, throbbing cunt that catapulted her to the brink of a tumultuous vaginal orgasm. Embracing him with all the strength she possessed, Jann cried out like a slaughtered animal. "Oh! Oh, baby! Oh! This is it! This is it! Oh! I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me good! Ram it all the way in! Yes! Oh! Drill me! I want it all! More! Oh, more! Harder! Oh! Rip me apart!"

Jann's body stiffened, then trembled from head to toe. Gritting her teeth and clawing his back, she raised her hips to absorb him to the hilt. And then she convulsed, screaming wildly. "Aaaaiiii!"

As Jann climaxed, Glenn allowed himself to release the contents of his nuts. At the peak of his pleasure, he bit his teeth into her shoulder while his fingers pried apart the cheeks of her ass. Bucking like a wild bronco, he shot his load.

Jann moaned deliriously. "Fill me!" she gasped, accepting his seed as it spurted deep into the caverns of her cunt. "Fill me up, baby!" she moaned in his ear, stroking his head affectionately.

When the last deposit of semen had gushed out of his pulsating prick, Glenn withdrew, rolling off Jann's body and onto his back. Aglow with satisfaction, Jann cuddled up to him, kissing his lips, his moustache, his neck, shoulders, chest, thighs and finally paying grateful homage to his gradually diminishing cock by licking it clean.

Cradled in his arms, Jann playfully drew circles around his belly button and groin with her fingertips. "That was so good," she remarked. "You must be very experienced. You must have made it with a lot of women."

Glenn laughed. "Not really. To be honest with you, I've only made it with three other women, one of whom was my wife."

Jann abruptly sat up in bed, a worried look on her face. "Your wife?"

Glenn smiled reassuringly and gently stroked her breasts. "My former wife," he clarified. "We're not married anymore. We were divorced almost a year ago."

Jann was relieved, then realized how silly it was for her to be concerned. It didn't matter whether he was married or not-they were just lovers. It certainly didn't matter to him that she was a married woman.

"What was she like?" asked Jann inquisitively.

"Who?"

"Your ex-wife."

Glenn sighed, reluctant to dredge up unpleasant memories, but doing so to satisfy Jann's innocent curiosity. "She was very pretty. Blonde. Terrific figure."

"So what was the problem?"

Glenn frowned. "She was a nymphomaniac. She'd spread her legs for anything in pants-male or female, usually married men."

"I'm sorry," said Jann sympathetically.

"That's all right," shrugged Glenn. "Whatever makes her happy. We're better off divorced."

"What became of her?"

"She's working as some sort of supervisor at an automobile plant. Say ... I think it's located in your town."

"My town?" Jann repeated, suddenly suspicious. She knew practically everyone in her town and certainly everyone at Bill's plant. "What's her name?"

"Pam."

"As in Pamela!"

Glenn laughed. "Well, of course."

Jann's mouth went dry and her heart began to pound. "Does she go by her maiden name now?"

Glenn twitched his eyebrows. "Why all these peculiar questions?"

"Because I think I know who she is," Jann explained.

"Maybe you do," said Glenn. "She does go by her maiden name-it's Dwyer."

Jann's initial shock turned to amusement as she considered the irony of the situation. In her wildest fantasies, she wouldn't have conceived of such a thing. Perhaps they could all arrange a foursome, she facetiously speculated. Or at least they could double date-husbands and wives one night, lovers the next.

Jann's subtle smile mystified Glenn. "Is anything wrong?" he asked.

She laid her head on his chest. "No. Everything's fine, just fine."

"I'd better call the office," said Glenn.

"To tell them you'll be late?"

"To tell them I won't be in."

"Don't let me keep you."

"Are you kidding? Look." He pointed to his cock, which was once again fully erect. "Mustn't let a good hard-on go to waste."

"Truer words have never been spoken," Jann agreed. "How will we put it to use?"

"Why don't you get on top?" Glenn suggested.

The idea appealed to Jann. Bill never let her get on top. It was about time she assumed the superior position. As she straddled Glenn's crotch and inserted his prick into her hovering pussy, she gazed at his handsome face. His expression of pleasure was even more rewarding than her own gratification. She was a woman, an instrument of someone's sexual ecstasy. It made her feel powerfully desirable. And as she lowered and raised herself on Glenn's throbbing manhood, she knew she had something that no man could deny. She was beautiful.