Chapter 12
Jacqui seethed, as much from unfulfilled sexual appetite as anything else. How dare Larry turn and walk off! She was offering herself to him openly, fully, so they could both get a full measure of sexual enjoyment.
And he left her horny and mad.
"How can you do this?" she said. The anger built again, but settled down as she started thinking. Really thinking. There was nothing wrong with the fucking they had just done. Larry had even admitted it was about the best he'd ever gotten.
Her ass-hole still burned from the feel of his cock reaming her out. She had loved the feel of him entering her, of him butt-fucking her until she was quivering and unable to talk because of soaring passion. He had done it well-and she had given him as much as he'd received.
The blonde had learned a lot in the past two days about how she reacted and responded sexually. What she wanted and how she could improve the sex had been wonderfully learned lessons. She had given her husband something she'd never offered before. And he had walked off.
There was a reason, and it had nothing to do with the way she had reacted sexually.
"Where is he going?" she asked herself. Pulling up her panties and jeans, she smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles in the skintight pants and grabbed her car keys. The blonde vowed to find out what Larry found so irresistible that he gave up another chance to fuck her.
She would have sucked him hard again, let him face-fuck her for a while, then dropped down and let him sink all the way up her cunt. He could have fucked as long as he wanted. And they both would have gotten off on it big time. Instead, he drove off.
The suspicion rising in Jacqui might have been paranoid. It might be wrong. But she didn't think it would be.
She screeched out the drive and ran two stop signs to catch up with her husband. He drove along at a fast clip, but she was determined. Jacqui kept up with him, weaving in and out of traffic as they went to a suburb on the other side of town.
Larry parked at the curb in front of a small house and walked to the front door. Jacqui noticed he had his own key and went inside without even ringing the bell.
She parked down the street, wondering what she ought to do. She'd caught her husband living a double life. Or had she? There might be an explanation. The angry blonde had to know for sure.
It took her only a few seconds to get around to the back of the house and peer in an open window. Her eyes widened when she saw the dark-haired woman dressed only in a skimpy red lacy negligee. She sat on a sofa-if sitting was the right word.
The brunette had one long, slender leg hiked up and draped over the arm of the sofa so her dark-furred snatch was wantonly exposed.
"See anything you like?" she cooed in a seductive voice. She shifted on the sofa slightly so her negligee opened to expose two creamy white mounds of luscious tit flesh. Topping each cone of vanilla tit flesh was a cherry-red nipple. The brunette reached down and twisted those nubs of flesh to entice Larry to come closer.
"I see a lot I like, Cherie."
"Cherie?" whispered Jacqui, watching as the sex play unfolded inside the small house. "He's fucking around with a bimbo named Cherie?"
It was true. The man crossed the room and tossed his keys onto the coffee table, then dropped to his knees. He buried his face in her fragrant bush, making loud lapping sounds. The dark-haired woman arched her back and thrust her snatch into his face.
"Oh, yes, your tongue feels so good deep in my cunny," the woman sighed. "You touch me in all the right places. On my clit, along the edges of my pussy lips-and deep! You reach so deep with your tongue. Give it to me. Tongue-fuck me good, lover!"
The brunette dropped one leg over Larry's shoulder. Then she shifted around and got her other knee over his shoulder so he was securely between her slender tanned thighs. He made sucking and lewd lapping sounds that ought to have disgusted his spying wife.
Her husband was eating out another woman's pussy and this ought to have outraged her. Somehow, though, Jacqui had suspected something like this for some time. Outrage was there, sure, but resignation, too. And something she tried to deny and couldn't.
Seeing Larry tonguing and sucking and gobbling on the dark-haired's woman's cunt turned her on in a big way.
She chewed on her lower lip and moved closer so she could get a better look. Hardly knowing she did it, she unfastened her tight jeans and unbuttoned the fly. Her slender fingers stroked over the smooth flesh just above her bush. Deep inside, Jacqui felt her pussy begin to drool. Thick fuck oils were lubricating her pussy, ready for the cock she knew she wasn't going to get.
Larry had finished giving his tongue to the brunette. It was her turn now. Larry sprawled on the sofa and the flirtatious woman worked to get his pants off. Jacqui was startled to see her husband with a boner.
"I thought I did a better job on him than that." She rubbed over her clothed buttocks, remembering how that same cock had so recently given her intense pleasure. He had fucked her up the ass and less than a half-hour later was hard and long and ready to fuck a woman dressed in filmy red negligee.
"You're the biggest stud I ever saw," Cherie cooed. Almost hesitantly, she put her lips on the very tip of his cock. Jacqui couldn't tell, but thought the woman was using her tongue to roll around the tip, trying to force its way down into the pinprick hole at the end. Whatever she did, it excited Larry even more.
He reached down and ran his hands through the soft, lustrous waves of dark brown hair. He pulled the woman's face into his groin.
"I want to fuck your face," he whispered.
"Do it!"
The rest of Cherie's words vanished as the thick plug of prick entered her mouth. She mumbled and moaned and sucked for all she was worth. Her head bobbed up and down, his fleshy pink fuck stick vanishing repeatedly into the moist chamber of her mouth. The dark-haired woman's red lips parted wantonly, then clamped down around his cock as he pulled back, only the purpled tip of dick in her mouth.
"You're the best," he moaned. "You're the biggest!"
Jacqui watched as Cherie continued to give head to the man she had married. She knew she ought to rush in and scream and threaten like any wronged woman. Instead, she pushed her hand lower in her jeans. Her finger worked through the thick mat of her blonde pubic fur and then parted her cunt lips.
She found the tiny spire of her go-button and stroked over the very tip. Tiny tingles turned into huge electric surges entering her pussy. Jacqui sagged a little, supporting herself against the window. Suddenly worried she might be found, she looked back inside.
Cherie still eagerly gobbled up Larry's pecker. Neither was-likely to hear much of anything going on around them. They were too lost in the oral sex.
Jacqui watched as Larry moved around on the sofa, getting his mouth back onto the brunette's snatch. The sight of them engaging in 69 turned Jacqui weak inside. She curled her finger around and ran it in and out of her own pussy until she wanted to scream.
But the scream would have been from pent-up frustration, not real sexual pleasure. Seeing her husband getting it on with the sultry dark-haired Cherie excited her, but nothing pushed her any closer to orgasm. Fingerfuck herself as she might, Jacqui was not able to release the torrents of desire within her.
Wiping sweat from her forehead and out of her eyes, she saw Larry had shifted position again.
"Always the sexual athlete," she muttered, seeing how he positioned himself between the other woman's widespread thighs. She saw the fleshy probe vanish into wet pussy. Larry paused a moment, then began fucking with long, smooth strokes. His cock flew in and out of aroused pussy and made Jacqui hunger for what the other woman was getting.
She could have broken into the house and confronted Larry, but she didn't feel up to it. She returned to her car and drove off, the hollowness inside growing. She'd thought cheating on her husband had been wrong and had felt guilty. Now she realized the reason she had sought other sexual outlets was because Larry already had.
"How long?" Jacqui wondered aloud. She drove aimlessly and finally pulled into the parking lot of a clothing store. Just wanting to do something familiar that required no real thought, she went in and looked around. She went down the long rows of racks, stopping only when a clerk spoke to her.
"See anything you like?" the man said. "I'll be glad to help you, if there is."
"I don't remember seeing you here before," she said. "And I do see something I like." She eyed him from feet to top of the head. He was one sexy dude. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest to let a tiny puff of chest hair poke out.
His shoulders were broad and he was handsome and she was horny. What more could there be?
"Just grab what you like and try it on over there," he said pointing in the direction of a dressing room.
"Here," she said, brushing past him. An electric thrill passed into her bod at this brief touch. Strong, he was so strong. And the way he looked at her fanned the flames of her lust even more.
Jacqui picked up a filmy pair of panties.
"I'd like to try on these."
"I'm sure you'd look fabulous in them," the clerk said, "but you have to buy them if you try them on. It's the law."
"Is there any law about giving some advice?" she asked, moving back toward him. "About what?"
"How I look in them-and out of them." She reached down and grabbed his crotch. She felt the stirring giant there.
"What are you doing?" he asked. But he wasn't complaining. She knew that from the way he grinned.
"You said grab anything I'd like. I think we'd both like this."
"The fitting rooms are back there," he said, his hands stroking over her arms and down to her waist. He held her close, then moved a bit more so his hand slid down the front of her jeans. She had not rebuttoned the jeans when she had been fingering herself as she watched Larry and his mistress.
Jacqui opened the door to the small dressing room. She turned and beckoned to the clerk. He looked around quickly, then slipped in to join her. There was hardly room for both j of them to stand facing each other. She intended to improve the elbow room-fast.
"See?" she said, wiggling her hips and getting out of her jeans. "I just hate these panties. Don't you agree?"
"They're nice," he said, "but not as nice as what's in them." Jacqui gasped when he returned her wild grab, putting his hand over her pussy mound. He squeezed down hard and sent lightning bolts of desire into her belly.
His fingers gripped harder and began tugging off her panties. The way she creamed in excitement caused the panties to stick to her body. He tore the panties getting them off her.
"Do you really want to put on the other panties?" he whispered hotly in her ear. "I like this blonde bush all naked and needy. I like it where I can see it. I love it where I can do this."
Jacqui gasped and tensed as the man's finger wormed its way up into her twat. He wiggled it around inside her pussy, then drew it out. She gasped again when the finger traced along the short distance between pussy and ass-hole and dived into her back door.
He began finger-fucking her up the ass.
She sobbed and moaned and could hardly speak. She gasped out, "Fuck me. I need you fucking me!"
"The customer's always right," he whispered hotly in her ear as he nibbled on the lobe.
"As long as the customer cums first," she said, lifting her leg and curling it around his waist. She pulled her churning cunt closer to his crotch. Somehow, he got his pants down and she felt the hot knob on the end of his fuck stick banging against her cunt lips.
Then he slipped into her. All the way. In a smooth, swift stroke that took away her breath. Jacqui clung to him fiercely, the feelings within her threatening to drive her crazy with lust.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she sobbed over and over.
He did. His finger up her ass-hole started moving in and out, matching the way his prick fucked her cooze.
She was lifted, transported to a wonderland of sex she had never know existed. She remembered how the two hockey players had taken her, both cocks inside simultaneously. But they hadn't worked together all that well, in spite of being teammates.
She had loved the sensation of having two cocks inside her at the same time, but they had always been a little off. Not now. The man used his finger in her butt hole to enhance the feeling of his pecker sliding back and forth slickly in her cunt.
"You're so tight, so good, so beautiful," the man whispered into her ear. Then he shoved his tongue in and out of the tight channel of her ear, matching the rhythm of his finger drilling into her butt and the cock driving hard and fast into her pussy.
"You fill me to overflowing," Jacqui said. She hiked her other leg up and locked her ankles behind the man's waist. He guided her up and down with the finger in her ass. She bounced and bobbed and twisted to get more of his cock into her cunt. His mighty pillar of man meat surged ever deeper into her inner reaches and pushed her to the breaking point sexually.
"So fast, how did you get me so hot so fast?"
"Experience," he said. "And you are an inspiration. Beautiful, blonde, willing, tight pussy, what more is there?"
"Your cock!" she screamed. The top of Jacqui's head felt as if it would blow off when the orgasm smashed into her. She hunched up and down on the hot spike of the man's pecker. Her titties rubbed against his hairy chest, turning her on even more. Her ass-hole, though, was the source of her real sexual awakening.
Every time his finger slid in and out gave her a new tremor of carnal craving. He stoked her pussy, he fucked her ass with his finger, he licked and sucked at her ear, her tits felt as if they would explode as she rubbed the rock-hard nipples over his hairy chest-it all came together for Jacqui.
She came. Harder than ever. Her. orgasm sent her sailing. Shaking like a leaf in the high wind, she let her hips go wild, fucking up and down on the man's steely prick.
And then she heard his breathing turn ragged. She tensed her pussy around his hidden organ and massaged his entire length, using nothing but her strong pussy muscles. He grunted and puffed and slammed her hard against the wall so he could fuck her even harder.
The blonde's long legs dropped to the floor. She stood on tiptoe, the muscles in her legs straining. The clerk fucked harder and harder, pressing her upward until every muscle in her body was tense and ready to be plucked like the string on a guitar.
Jacqui came again, just as she felt the dick inside her snug cunt explode. The heat and desire rocketed into her and pushed her to sexual heights that threatened her sanity.
He pumped hard and then slowed, letting her down. His finger popped from her ass-hole a few seconds before his wonderful cock turned limp and fell from her trembling snatch.
She stared into his eyes, only a few inches away.
"I'll take the panties," she said, struggling to catch her breath.
"Should I wrap them?"
"No, I'll wear them," she said. "But.. . "
"But what?" asked the clerk.
"I'd like some help putting them on."
Jacqui closed her eyes and shivered as his hands ran over her legs, stroking the calves, moving upward, lightly brushing across her inner thighs and even pressing into her pussy mound again.
"Will there be anything else?" he asked.
Jacqui never hesitated telling him what more she wanted.
At this store the customer did cum first. And often.