Chapter 7
Larry knew when it was time to watch his step. "No," he said quickly.
"I think you're lying," Roxy chuckled, "but I won't push the point. I wasn't, and that's the truth. When I shower after playing tennis or after working out at the gym, I look at the other girls, just to see how I compare." She wondered how he would react if she told him about the scene with the three girls in the Jacuzzi. She'd better keep it to herself or he might get the wrong idea. "Don't guys do the same thing?"
He laughed softly and shook her his. "And get punched in the nose?"
"Guys can be so silly at times. What do they do when they go to a nudist resort?"
"Keep their eyes closed, I guess."
"And run into lots of trees," she laughed, "or miss sights of girls like Carmen running around naked."
"Oh, we'd keep our eyes open just far enough to see such a sight," he assured her.
"Have you ever thought about visiting a nudist resort?"
"Nope, there are parts of me that I don't want sunburned."
"I have," Roxy said, "several times. The idea of running around naked in the wide open without getting in trouble appeals to me."
"You can swim naked. Our back yard is fenced, so nobody can see you unless you want them to."
Carmen brought their drinks and again leaned over so Larry could look down the front of her blouse as she set the glasses on the table. "Enjoy," she said with a soft laugh.
"You know that I'm very proud of you," Larry said. "I like to be seen with you. You're a beautiful, sexy woman, and every man here must envy me."
"I'm glad you think I'm sexy, darling, I want to be. Does it mean a lot to you that other guys lust after your woman?"
"I'm not sure I know how to answer that. I'm not sure I know how I feel. Guess I like to be the envy of other men, but never thought about the rest of it."
She smiled coyly and wiggled her ass forward a little, and pressed her pussy against his hand. "A few nights ago, when you were fucking me with a vibrator and I was sucking your cock, you said that the way I was acting, I would probably enjoy taking on two guys at once. Was that from the heart, or did you just get carried away with passion?"
"I always get carried away when we make love," he said noncommittally.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, very much. You know I do."
"How can a guy love a girl and want her to fuck another man?" Until that moment, she hadn't thought about what he said, and didn't know why she even brought it up now. She was being totally honest when she said she looked at other guys, but had no interest in spreading for them. Maybe Carmen's bawdy behavior was infectious. "Isn't that mutually exclusive?"
"I don't know. Guess I've never thought that one through either."
A cosmopolitan woman in her forties, dressed to the nines in obviously very expensive finery abruptly appeared in front of their table and said in a dulcet Southern drawl, "Hello, Larry."
"Pardon me for not standing," Larry said, "the table is in my way. How are you, Annabelle?"
"I might ask you the same," Annabelle replied, her tone petulant and censorious. "I haven't seen or heard from you in months."
"My wife doesn't like me to date other women," Larry said.
Annabelle looked at Roxy in a way that said she thought he was lying, if not about being married, at least about dating other women. "And you think that explains your lapse? I've missed you."
"This is my wife, Roxanne," Larry said. "Roxy, this is Annabelle Lake."
Without offering her hand, Roxy said, "Hello."
"Well, I see your taste in women is still impeccable," Annabelle said, "although you're reaching several years below yourself in age."
"I'm twenty, Annabelle," Roxy said, "and that's well beyond the legal age of consent in every state in the Union."
Annabelle leaned over as if inspecting Roxy's face, and Roxy could see down the front of her expensive dress. She was glad to see that her tits were bigger.
"But, darling," Annabelle said in a saccharine voice, "you look younger, and he's nearly old enough to be your father."
Roxy chuckled and deliberately licked her lips seductively. "Now, isn't that a delicious thought," she said sweetly. "I love your accent, by the way. You wouldn't happen to be from Savannah, would you?"
"Atlanta," Annabelle replied, "why?"
"Larry has a collection of old records, and I was thinking of the song about 'Hannah, The
Vamp of Savannah.'"
"Well, I am not from Savannah," Annabelle said testily.
"What about the vamp part? Oh, I'm sorry," Roxy said quickly, "I shouldn't talk that way to someone old enough to be my mother."
"Touch'," Larry said quietly.
"You're an impudent girl," Annabelle said. "Larry, I don't understand how you could propose marriage to somebody like her."
"I proposed to him," Roxy said. "I had just sucked him off, so I was already on my knees and it just seemed like the thing to do. I knew he was right for me, because Mama tried him out and said he was. He-likes a tight young pussy, like mine. Maybe that's why he didn't marry you."
"Damn you," Annabelle hissed.
She turned and flounced away with her lips drawn into tight lines, and Larry nearly cracked up.
"One of your old lovers, I presume," Roxy said. "She's beautiful."
"And haughty and spoiled and demanding. The last time I saw her, I told her so. I also told her I wouldn't see her again. She doesn't know how to take no for an answer."
"Why have you been trying to convince me that you didn't have much of a sex or social life before we met? She's obviously well acquainted with what you can do to a girl, and misses it."
"I never told you that I didn't have any sex or social life. Where did you come up with the line about your mother? You know damn well it isn't true."
"Yes, but Annabelle doesn't, and it really got her goat. Is she important? To you, I mean."
He shook his head. "Only in her own mind. She thinks she's Scarlett O'Hara reincarnated, and like another famous Southern woman of fiction, she lives on the kindness of strangers."
"Some of those strangers must have a lot of money. She didn't buy those rags from Goodwill."
"Enough, she makes sure of that. She's very good at separating fools and their money." He grinned like a little boy. "I'm not bragging when I say that I got a free ride."
Roxy's grin matched his. "I'm not surprised. This town is full of women who would fall all over themselves to stand in line to give you a free ride, and some of them would give you one hell of a ride."
"They'd have to go a long way to beat the ride I get from someone sitting very close to me right now."
Roxy made a big pretense of looking around to see who else was sitting close to them. "I guess you must mean me. You do go on, don't you? Better be careful, I might start believing you." Abruptly, she closed her eyes and shivered.
"What's wrong?"
She opened her eyes and smiled mischievously. "I just had a very graphic image of you fucking that overbearing, sophisticated bitch," she said softly. "She was leaning over this very table, with her overpriced dress pushed up around her waist, and you were behind her, looking so calm and collected, fucking her senseless. I was sitting here calmly drinking this delicious cocktail and watching the excitement ripple across her aristocratic face."
"My, what an active, vivid imagination you have."
"The better to think of ways to please you, darling," she said earnestly. "The funny thing is, I didn't feel the least bit jealous. I knew it was her farewell fuck. Damn, my pussy is gushing! Is her pussy loose or tight?"
"Actually, it's pretty tight."
"As tight as mine?"
"No, but she's fucked a lot more men than you have. Girls, too."
"Well, I'll never fuck as many guys as she has," Roxy giggled.
"What about girls?"
"I don't know any girls she's fucked, darling," she laughed. "I've never thought about fucking a girl. Is that something you want me to do?"
"Well, it's a thought."
"An exciting one, for you I mean?"
"Yeah, it's pretty exciting. You wouldn't have to do her if you didn't want to, just let her do you."
"Why is my pussy gushing again? Would you really like to watch another girl go down on me?"
"Yes, I would. I would like it very much."
"Well, let's see how you like this," she said, her voice throaty, seductive. She quickly pulled his zipper down and reached inside to draw out his cock.
"Just what do you think you're doing, you little imp?"
"What does it feel like, darling? I'm playing with your cock." His rod grew in her hand, and she smiled. "I like the way it feels in my hand. Don't you?" She pumped his prick slowly, with a smooth, gentle stroking motion.
"What if someone sees us? This is a public place, you know!"
"The lighting is dim, the table is covering us, so who could possibly see what I'm doing?"
He tried not to gasp. "Well, Carmen, for one. She's coming over here again."
"You're not cumming yet, so there's no problem," she said innocently, full of sweetness and light. She squeezed his prick more firmly and pumped it a little faster.
"Damn, sweetheart, you're going to make me cum," he muttered, half under his breath. "You can't jack me off in here!" If he reached down to stop her, he would attract unwanted attention. "You'd better stop before this gets out of hand."
"Huh uh, I've got everything well in hand. Just act like everything is fine and she won't know the difference."
"Oh, shit," he mumbled. Secretly, her bawdy behavior excited him. He had no idea she could be so shocking. He just hoped he didn't start cumming before Carmen went away.
"You dinner will be out in a few minutes," Carmen said.
"Thank you, Carmen," Roxy said.
"I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten you," Carmen said. "Can I get you anything else while you're waiting?"
"I think we're doing just fine," Larry said, anxious to get rid of her.
"Well, just holler if there's anything I can do," Carmen said.
Roxy said, "See, I told you she wouldn't suspect anything." She picked up her glass and took a sip. "Take my panties off."
"What?" He shook his head and blinked rapidly. "Why?"
"Trust me, darling. Just take them off." She lifted her ass and he pulled her panties down to her knees. "All the way, darling, and put them in your lap. There, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, put your hand back between my legs and finish your drink before the ice melts."
He couldn't believe he was letting his wife jack him off in a restaurant. He sat very still, one arm on the table, his other hand pressing against her pussy, his glazed eyes staring straight ahead.
She took her own sweet time, pulling and squeezing and stroking his cock lovingly. When she felt it swell and knew he was ready to ejaculate, she put her other hand under the table and held it over the head of his prick to catch his cum. He came in hard spurts, fighting to keep his composure and not announce his climax to the couple sitting at a nearby table.
She held her hand over his spurting spike and stroked until the last bubble of cum emerged, then held onto his rapidly softening rod as she lifted her wet hand and calmly licked it, as if licking up the remnants of a delicious dessert. Her action was so bold, so bizarre, it nearly blew his mind, but he had to admit that it titillated him!
She used her panties to wipe the head of his cock, then stuffed them in his coat pocket. "A little souvenir," she said calmly.
"Dear God," he whispered. "At least put the damn thing back in my pants. Here comes Carmen with our dinner."
"Feel my pussy," she cooed in his ear. "Put your finger in it and feel how wet it is."
He couldn't help himself. He slipped one finger between the lips of her pussy, ran it up and down her hot gash, then eased the tip into her hole, and her breath escaped in an audible whoosh.
"I can't believe this," he muttered.