Chapter 7
Rachel thought about Paul all afternoon. She needed his cock so badly she could almost feel it in her pussy and taste it in her mouth. Getting Margo's head between her thighs was a big thrill, but there was nothing like a hard cock in her mouth or her pussy.
When Paul called and said he had to work late, her spirits fell into her shoes: She couldn't stay home. She bathed, dressed and went out to dinner. The hostess at her favorite restaurant told her she would have to wait at least an hour for a table. She went a couple of doors down and had dinner at a hotel dining room. Even then, she had to wait fifteen minutes for a table.
After dinner, she went to the bar for a drink. The only empty stool in the place was next to an elegantly dressed, attractive older woman. She was wearing four diamond rings, two bracelets and a heavy choker that had to be worth at least $100,000.
Rachel sat down and motioned to the bartender.
"This place is packed tonight," she said. "So was the dining room. Wonder what's going on."
"Convention, dear," the woman said. "That's why I'm here. My husband is a muckety-muck in the lodge. I'm a camp follower. He comes to these things for the camaraderie with the guys. So do I."
"Well, at least you're straightforward," Rachel chuckled.
"I like to have fun, dear." She made a point of looking at Rachel's wedding rings. "Is that why you're here without your husband?"
"He had to work late," Rachel replied. "I went to my favorite restaurant for dinner, and couldn't get in. This was close by, so I came here."
"All husbands have to work late, dear. Especially when they've got a new piece of ass lined up. My name is Anne, by the way."
"Rachel. You sound bitter, Anne."
"Not at all dear. Just realistic. How late is your husband going to work?"
"I don't know. He said I shouldn't wait up."
"Uh huh," Anne said. "It figures. Are you interested in having some fun, Rachel?"
Rachel looked around the bar. "Looks like all the men I might be interested in are paired off," she said.
"I'm not," Anne said softly. "And you like girls." Rachel looked down at her chest and grinned. "No sign there. Is there one on my back?"
"You have the look, dear," Anne said. "I can tell every time. Are you interested?"
Rachel nodded. "Why not? Beats watching some boring program on the tube."
Anne opened her handbag and tossed a twenty dollar bill on the bar. "That will cover our drinks," she said. "Let's go upstairs."
Rachel stood close to Anne in the elevator. "I love your perfume," she said. "It's very sexy."
"John makes tons of money, dear. I believe in spending it. By the way, he sent me to the bar to find a playmate."
"I thought you wanted to fuck me," Rachel replied.
"I do. So does he."
"Okay. I do just about everything but pain. Toys, fingers, tongues, cocks, whatever, I like it all."
"John-likes to watch a woman go down on me. He also-likes to watch me eat a woman out."
"Okay," Rachel said.
Anne breezed into her suite and tossed her handbag on a chair. "Hello, darling," she said to her husband. "I found a playmate. This is Rachel. Isn't she pretty?"
Rachel wore a white, ultrashort skirt that barely covered her ass, sheer white blouse and white high heel pumps. She felt John's eyes on her tits and smiled.
John paused for a moment to give his tongue time to soften. "She's gorgeous," he said. "Hello, Rachel. I'm John." He gave her a kiss on each cheek.
"If you don't do better than that, I'm going back to the bar and try again!" Rachel teased. She held his head with both hands and kissed him on the mouth.
"If you two will excuse me for a moment, I'm going to get more comfortable," Anne said.
"I know what that means," Rachel laughed.
John went to the bar. "How about a drink, Rachel?"
"A glass of white wine, if you have it. I'm trying to be a good girl."
John looked her up and down openly. "I have the feeling that you're a very good girl," he said. "How about champagne?"
"A couple glasses of bubbly, and I'll be a really good girl!" She took off her skirt and blouse and tossed them on a chair.
"I'll have a case sent up," John chuckled. He turned to give her the glass and whistled softly. "Outstanding," he muttered. "I can always trust my darling wife to pick a superb woman to be our playmate for the night."
Rachel looked directly at him as she pulled her panties up, drawing the thong into her slit. The long lips of her pussy hung out around the narrow crotch. Blonde curls made the sight even more alluring. "Hard to find panties that cover everything these days," she said innocently. She pushed the thong down and leaned over to step out of it. She shook her chest slightly so her tits would swing and sway.
John stared at her luscious ass sticking up in the air and her heavy tits dangling under her chest. He studied the hairy slit winking at him from between her shapely thighs, then walked around to look at her in profile. His eyes lit up and his breathing quickened. His wonderful, foxy wife had outdone herself this time. "Stunning," he said softly. "Absolutely breathtaking."
Rachel straightened up. Thick, erect nipples capped her proud, upswept tits. She shivered slightly under his admiring gaze. She couldn't help wondering if he had a nice cock. "Thank you," she said. "I hope I live up to your expectations. Just tell me what you want me to do."
Anne came back into the room wearing only hose, pumps with three-inch heels, her dazzling diamonds and a sensual smile. Her large tits swayed voluptuously as she walked.
Rachel checked Anne out openly. Both of John's large hands couldn't cover even one of her tits. Her areolae and nipples were inordinately large. Sucking on those big buds would feel like sucking on a thumb. But a lot more fun.
"We want you to do what pleases you, dear," Anne said. She draped a long strand of very expensive pearls around Rachel's neck. "A woman wearing something is sexier than a woman totally nude," she laughed. She took Rachel's empty glass and kissed her on the lips.
Rachel felt like a brazen hussy. Warm juice gushed into her cunt and soaked the hair along her slit. John took her in his arms and kissed her. His tongue shot into her mouth. His silk blazer felt so good on her naked flesh. Her aroused nipples scrubbed against the sensuous material and became so hard they felt like they would burst. His stiff cock pressed urgently into her naked lower belly. Her pussy gushed harder. His fingers dipped between her creamy thighs and she gasped from the searing contact of his hand on her cunt.
"Oooooo," she whimpered.
His fingers probed and searched in the wet, velvety folds of her snatch. She let him push her gently to the large, white leather couch a few feet away. The backs of her legs touched the couch and she fell flat on her back. He knelt over her with his hand still between her legs, his fingers working deftly in her oozing cunt.
"Ohhhhh, John!" she whimpered.
"She's as hot as I hoped," Anne said softly. "When she said she wanted us to tell her what to do, I was afraid she might be too passive."
John kissed the tip of Rachel's nose. "You're a very passionate woman, Rachel. You ought not let strong men intimidate you. You can hold your own with any woman."
Rachel couldn't agree more! She was swimming in a sea of sexual arousal. Her brain reeled with pure sensual delight. Her cunt ached for his stiff cock. She was his for the taking!
Her thighs popped apart, revealing the moist pink slit of her quivering cunt to his marauding fingers. Pleasure surged through her and lifted her to a magical plane of ecstasy. Her hips began to churn rhythmically. Soft mewls of bliss flowed unchecked from her gaping mouth.
"Let me have her while you undress," Anne said.
Anne sat on the coffee table in front of the couch. Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. She brushed back the blonde curls from Rachel's damp forehead. She dragged her polished nails lightly over Rachel's hot skin. She caressed the blonde's tits delicately.
"Such glorious tits," Anne said softly. "John adores big tits."
Rachel's nipples became even more bloated. The coral areolae puckered distinctly in unequivocal confirmation of the carnal emotions coursing through her quaking frame. She chuckled deep in her throat. "He must go ape over yours. They're bigger than mine."
Anne leaned over and placed her fully open mouth on Rachel's beautiful tit. Rachel looked at John. Her eyes got as big as saucers and she gasped when she saw the huge, throbbing tool sticking out from his loins. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She didn't know a cock could be so big. Paul's looked like her finger in comparison. It looked so awesome, so potent. His pounding pulse made it bounce up and down. If he wanted her to suck it first, all he had to do was stick it in her mouth. She would suck the damn thing dry!
"Oh, God, that thing is enormous!" she whispered. "I've never even seen one that big, let alone fucked one."
Anne kissed Rachel's pussy, then got up and sat by her on the couch. "He's going to fuck you and blow off some pressure first, dear," she said. She leaned over and began to suck Rachel's tits again.
"He'll probably blow a hole in the bottom of my cunt with that cannon!" Rachel muttered. She looked past Anne's head at John's cock as it nudged her cunt. "Oh, John," she moaned.
"I won't hurt you, honey," he said soothingly as . he pushed the engorged head of his bloated cock past the protecting petals of her cunt lips.
"Oh, I know!" Rachel cried. "I want you to fuck me! I'll die if you don't fuck me!"
Anne lifted her head and grinned. "She's really hot, darling. Better do as she says. Be a damn shame to let such a beautiful girl die because you didn't fuck her!" She giggled, and resumed her tit sucking. Watching her man plow a different furrow really turned her on.
"Aaahhh!" Rachel groaned as John's giant rod cleaved her cunt lips and pushed its way into her clinging passage. She spread her thighs wider, subconsciously thinking that would make more room for his massive lance.