Chapter 2
Jim was standing with his back to the window, and the first thing June saw was his naked ass. At first, he seemed much taller than she remembered, then she saw that he was standing on their bed. He spread his legs, and June saw that Sally was kneeling before him. Her breasts were round like June's, but they jutted out from either side of Sally's bosom and didn't hang straight up like June's.
Her long fingers gripped Jim's thighs and moved slowly upwards. Jim turned to the side just enough for June to see his stiff prick sticking straight out from his crotch. Sally took hold of it, and June unconsciously clenched a fist. Sally opened her mouth wide, and June gasped loudly as she watched Jim's prick slide between his wife's lips.
She licked her own lips as more and more of his thick cock filled Sally's mouth. Her hands went up his thighs again, and June saw her hands reach his buttocks. His ass crack was out of her line of sight, and she wondered if Sally was going to finger-fuck his anus while she sucked his prick.
Moisture formed on June's cunt lips. She snapped open her jeans and thrust a hand down the front of her panties. She groped for her cunt, but the press of material was too tight to allow her to move her fingers. Suddenly too lusty to reflect on what she was doing, she yanked her jeans down to her knees and shoved her hand back in her underpants.
Her blonde, wiry thatch of pubic hair grazed her palm as she reached for her sex. Finding her cunt lips with her fingers, she began to stroke them slowly, trying to match the rhythm of Sally's back-and-forth head movements. Abruptly, her redheaded neighbor took her husband's cock out of her mouth and flopped down sideways on the bed.
Sally's feet were to the window. Jim dropped down on the bed, his hard-on temporarily out of June's sight. Sally spread her legs, and strange feelings filled June as she drank in a long-distance look at Sally's gash.
There was something so appealing about that red...she shook her head, not daring to think of the implications... . Her panties seemed suddenly too confining, and she yanked them down.
June stumbled as she took a step sideways, and hurriedly crouched down to get her jeans and underpants off all the way. Kicking the garments aside, she raised herself just enough to be able to see out the window, and her already wet fingers returned to her cunt.
A breeze made something rattle behind her, and she turned to see her reflection in the full-length mirror that was set in the wall across from the window. The hem of her T-shirt barely reached down to the small of her back, and not only her ass cheeks, but her crack and a bit of pussy were clearly reflected. The sight intrigued her. A glance back at the window told her that Sally had shifted around so she was lying lengthwise across the bed and Jim was on top of her.
His large body was atop her smaller one, obscuring June's view. She turned away, snatched a cushion off her desk chair and tossed it down by the wall. She sat down on it, letting her knees drop apart as she stared at her half-naked reflection in the mirror.
It had been over a year since she'd examined herself...more, actually. In her senior year at college, use of the speculum was demonstrated at a "girls-only" elective seminar. That was the first time she'd had those feelings she experienced when she watched Sally spread her legs.
And it was far from the last. Her lusts bubbling now, she spread two fingers over her pussy lips, stroking herself a little, then parting her lips. Masturbation was so much hotter when she could gaze at her own cunt! Excited, she spread her lips to reveal the deep-pink inside of her pussy.
If only I could see myself cum...she thought. Letting her twat lips fall closed, she drew a hand up to her clit. Deciding to get completely naked, she yanked up her T-shirt with her other hand and exposed a breast. The position was too awkward... tapping once at the protective skin over her cum button and shuddering at the thrill of it, she seized her T-shirt with both hands and pulled it off her head.
She slid her right hand down her naked stomach and clutched her pussy firmly as she slowly pressed her palm against a stiff red nipple. An electric shock of sensation made her cry out. Anxiously glancing out the window, she saw that Jim and Sally were still fucking slowly.
They couldn't have heard her. Uttering a sigh of relief, she turned back to the mirror and positioned two fingers on either side of her clit. Giving her nipple a squeeze, she removed her hand from her breast and reached for her love button. It came into view as she nudged the protective skin aside, and she let the sight fill her eyes until her pussy began churning.
Clenching her teeth to keep herself from crying out, she closed her fingers over her love button and started to stroke back and forth. Feeling a need to have her pussy filled, she worked her other hand between her thighs, parted her cunt lips and thrust two fingers in. Matching the rhythm of her clit strokes, she began to frig herself. As always when she was about to climax, she closed her eyes, then remembered that she wanted to see her private fluids come out. Forcing her eyes open, she stared at her swelling cunt lips, then hissed through her teeth as the first drops of private wetness appeared.
Her cunt flesh began moving madly around her fingers. She shut her eyes, opened them again, and watched as cunt juice liberally coated her sex. Finally, a wave of orgasm too powerful to withstand forced her to close her eyes and let out a thin, wailing sound as she ground her bare ass hard against the cushion.
When the incredible waves of pleasure weakened, she opened her eyes and looked at herself. Her cum-wet hands lay limply on her bare thighs, and the cushion, her cunt slit, ass crack and even her pussy hair was wet with orgasmic fluids. Shaking her head, she staggered to her feet and retrieved her cast-aside clothing.
A deep sense of calm overtook her as she dressed and headed back to her desk. Not bothering to look out the window, she went back to her work.
The whole time, she didn't think of Frank.
As his wife was masturbating while playing the voyeur with their neighbors, Frank was staring hard at a computer screen. A junior executive stood behind him, watching grim-faced as Frank highlighted the last column of a spreadsheet.
"That's how it comes out," he said. "The differential...." He explained the details of the procedure for solving the problem, then noticed the younger man's expression. "It's not anything that's your fault. Ups and downs of the business."
The younger man looked visibly relieved. He all but snatched the print-out from the printer and practically ran back to his office. About five minutes later, Mara, an executive on his level, stepped in.
"I know. You're going to remind me about the Manx meeting. Well, Dolly's already reminded me. Twice." He gestured to his secretary's cubicle.
"That's all?" Mara chuckled. Dolly, a woman in her fifties, was well-known for her unerring memory. "Anyway, I was just hoping you weren't planning to go all by yourself."
"That's funny. I was hoping you'd want to go with me."
Mara flashed him a sexy smile, and a lusty gleam flashed in her coal-black pupils. They had been playing at flirting for months, and lately, it seemed to Frank, the flirting was getting more serious. It could, easily. Even in a very conservative, skirt-to-the-knees business suit, Mara was an attractive package. Five-foot-three, Mara had full hips swelling out from under a lean torso. The few times he'd seen her without her suit jacket, Frank noticed the outline of small, cone-shaped breasts beneath her tight blouse.
He hadn't slept with any woman other than June since their marriage, which meant he hadn't filled his mouth with a small breast since he earned his master's. She gave every sign of being attracted to him, but he had no desire to cheat on June. As long as their only contact was at the office, he was sure, nothing would happen between them.
They sat a respectable distance apart in the cab, studying their notes and not paying attention to each other. Still, there was an undercurrent of tension between them, and Frank didn't want to tell himself it was sexual. He wasn't sure if Mara was aware of it until she all but elbowed a young woman out of the way to sit next to him at the huge table in the company's conference room.
Five minutes after they were all seated, a rather flustered-looking older man came in to announce that the meeting had been abruptly canceled. He droned out a quick explanation, extended his company's apologies and left.
"Well, I guess it's back to the office," Frank said. "But I'd planned around a whole day here."
"So did I," Mara frowned. Then, a mischievous gleam flashed in her seductive eyes. "You know, it's okay for grownups to play hooky."
Frank tried to say something about other work, but he couldn't find the words. Mara continued, "So, why don't we find a nice, comfortable restaurant for a long lunch and drinks?"
His mind wanted to refuse, but his body had other ideas. Almost as if someone else was speaking for him, Frank replied, "That sounds great." Wondering what he was getting into, he followed her out, trying not to stare too hard at the swell of her small butt under her skirt.
As soon as they got in a cab, Mara slid up close to him. Pulling her arm out from the shoulder strap of her briefcase, she leaned against the seat and slid back, causing her skirt to rise to about mid-thigh. Her shoulder touched his. Frank felt a stirring in his crotch as he felt the warmth of her body and caught the scent of her perfume. The cab stopped, and he was grateful for the distraction.
The waiter who greeted them seemed to know her. She gestured to a corner, and he smiled and waved them over. They were some distance from the other diners, and the dim lamps over them cast a sensual glow over the table.
"I love dark corners," Mara said, raising her skirt a little more than necessary as she sat down. "They're so, well, cozy?"
"That's a good word," Frank agreed. "It's really nice and relaxed here."
He was getting more and more horny, and more and more nervous at the same time. It felt as if he was being propelled into an affair with this woman. He couldn't deny his attraction for her, he couldn't deny his need for variety, but he wanted to exercise that need with June.
The waiter approached as Mara was about to say something, and he took their drink orders. Frank chatted about the office a little until the drinks came, and after a few sips, he started to feel more relaxed. The idea of sleeping with Mara didn't seem so bad...and she picked up on his feelings so clearly, it was as if she could read his mind.
Lunch eased his feelings even more, and increased his horniness at the same time. His prick was just about half-hard by the time dessert came, and Mara was writhing around in her seat. They hadn't spoken over the course of their meal, and the sound of her voice jerked Frank's attention from his pie and coffee.
"I have a weird computer problem. It's...." She described some very technical situation, and Frank assumed she was talking about her machine at the office. "No, my computer at home," she said. "If you don't mind coming up to my apartment...."
Frank assured her that he didn't mind at all. Feeling like he was falling into something he wanted to fall into, he paid the bill and found it impossible to keep his eyes off the slight churning movement of her buttocks as he followed her out.
As he got into the cab next to her, she leaned toward him in a way that made him drape his arm over her shoulders. The warmth of her body excited him thoroughly, and he felt his cock start to creep up to full erection. There was the scent of her perfume, and something else-her heat. The sudden realization of how horny she was made his cock stiffen and cause a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants.
A glance up at the cab driver reassured Frank that he wasn't paying any attention to him. Something in the street made the cab lurch, and he fell against her to find his lips touching her ear. She let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, and, robot-like, Frank kissed the shell of her ear and pressed his tongue tip against it.
Realizing that they were in a public place, he stopped just short of launching into a tongue kiss with her. He looked up to notice a passing truck driver looking down at them and straightened up in his seat. Mara giggled, then he felt her slender fingers on his thigh. Bit by bit, she moved toward his crotch until her fingers were just touching the bulge.
Making a murmuring sound at the hardness she found there, she pulled her hand back, sat up straight and slid away from him. In an instant, they gave every appearance of being the perfect all-business pair.
Frank struggled mightily to contain his excitement as the cab seemed to crawl through the heavy traffic. Mara was excited, too, he could tell by the way her fingers were trembling. Assuming as stiff and professional a manner as he could, Mara doing-likewise, he followed her into her building. The doorman glanced at them with complete disinterest as they passed through the elaborately furnished lobby, and Frank was glad.
At least, it all looked proper.
The front door of her apartment opened on an enormous living room. At first, it seemed to be the only room, but as he stepped in, he noticed that the doors to the other rooms blended into the wall. A huge curtain on the furthest wall covered a picture window, which he assumed opened on a terrace.
"I like a lot of space," Mara explained, waving her arm around and letting a flap of her suit jacket fall away.
Turning at the flash of white, Frank caught a momentary glimpse of the outline of a cone-shaped breast. His cock, which had softened, started to creep back up to full hardness. She walked around him, then pointed to a door-less doorway.
"That's the kitchen-it's much bigger than it looks from here."
She started towards it, then made an abrupt turn and strode across the room. Frank stayed where he was, his feet sinking into the thick carpeting as he looked around. An enormous sofa stretched along one wall, and several leather arm chairs were placed around a glass-topped table near where he stood. He didn't know enough about art to tell if the paintings to his left and right were genuine, but they certainly seemed impressive. He struggled to recall what little he'd garnered from the required Art Appreciation course he'd taken, but he couldn't even guess at the painter's name.
A surrealist, or post-something...Mara's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Here's the bedroom." She threw open a side door and gestured to him to come over. The room was fairly large, but her bed seemed to take up most of the space. Except for a strip of gaudy wallpaper on the wall near the door, backing an old-fashioned dresser with mirror in an ornately carved frame, the walls were completely mirrored.
The sensuous pinks of the sheets and bedspread completed the totally sexual look of the room. Even a college freshman could guess that the room was set up for some serious fucking. He wanted to approach her...he didn't...he wasn't sure... .
"Come on, I'll show you the kitchen," Mara said.
Something about the way she said that, the look in her eyes, perhaps, made Frank's cock even harder than before. He could feel his cockhead graze against the cotton of his briefs as he walked stiffly into her kitchen.
In direct contradiction to the rest of the apartment, the kitchen was quite narrow. There was barely four feet of tiled floor space between the counters. Mara made no move to clear a space for him, and he found himself pressed against her.
His sex drive boiled over. He felt her firm, small ass press against the hardness in his crotch, and his arms circled her waist as if they had a mind of their own. She let out a low hiss, pressed her butt more firmly against him, then spun around in his arms. Tilting her head up, she thrust her mouth against his and greedily sucked at his tongue as it passed between her teeth.
Her cloth-covered tits dug into his jacket, and he could feel the shape of her breasts as she groped between his thighs and took hold of his genitals through his slacks. She squeezed, making his cock throb in his underpants as their tongues wrestled.
Their backs were to the counters. Pushing his tongue out of her mouth, she wildly turned them around, pushed him away, then leaped up on the counter.
"I want your mouth somewhere else," she said, propping her feet up on the counter edge. "Come on, strip my pussy."
Her skirt dropped down to her waist, and she spread her legs. He could barely make out the triangle of her cunt mound through the opaque panty hose, and, for a moment, all he could do was stand there and stare.
Her cry urging him on made him hunch down and thrust out his arms. Seizing the hem of her pantyhose, he pulled hard and dragged it over her ass. A glance up at her made him freeze, his hands clutching the rolled-up garment tightly.
Mara's auburn cunt hair had been trimmed to a neat triangle, the apex pointing directly at her clit. The hair on the sides of her pussy lips had been removed, leaving most of her private flesh exposed.
Just like June's thatch of blonde pubic hair.
With trembling hands, he pulled the garment off her feet and tossed it aside. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he plunged his face forward. Mara kicked up her legs and draped them over his shoulders as he pressed his lips tightly against her hairless mound. She rasped at him to suck, and he closed his lips over her pussy. Cunt juice oozed out, the taste and feel of it intoxicating him. He thrust his tongue into her cunt, finding it surprisingly tight. She bucked herself against him, digging her ankles into his back.
Working his tongue around corkscrew-fashion, he found her G-spot and gave it a hard rub before moving his tongue away. She shifted to one side, trying to get him to get his tongue back there.
"You're one big, fucking tease," she roared, the lilting femininity of her voice now colored by an almost masculine hoarseness. "Just keep your fucking tongue in my-"
Frank abruptly moved his lips up to her pussy and jammed a hand between her thighs.
"No, that's good! Suck my clit, you fucking cunt lapper!"
He'd never heard a woman talk like that while having sex, and it drove his lust to an even higher peak of frenzy. He drove two fingers into her cunt as he nudged aside the skin over her clit. He extended his thumb, wanting but hesitating to... .
"My ass-hole, for fuck's sake!" she shrieked. "Get that...my ass-hole!"
He shuddered as the pad of his thumb met her anus. He pressed down, feeling the tight, puckered ring of muscle struggle against him. A little more pressure made it open somewhat.
"Try another finger, God damn it!" Mara pounded her ankles against his back.
Shoving his other hand between her legs, he thrust it down her ass crack and jabbed his first finger against her bunghole. At the same time, he got his lips gently over her clit and began to work them back and forth. As before, her ass-hole fought, then gave in. One knuckle, two, and he started humping her ass as he increased the pressure of his lips on her pussy.
"Don't forget my cunt! Shit! Fuck! You're doing it!"
He plunged a finger back into her pussy as he drew his ass-fucking finger out. Then, he reversed, and several turns of that motion had her cunt lips swelling against his mouth.
"Faster, fuck you, go faster! Use your fucking tongue on my fucking clit for fuck's sake!"
Frank started jerking both his hands rapidly back and forth, forgetting about maintaining a rhythm. He pressed the soft wet flesh of his tongue against the hardness of her love button, and she kicked her legs up. Her piercing shriek rocked Frank's body, and his cock strained harder against his briefs. He lunged into both her holes, making mad circles around her clit. She started humping his face hard, shrieked again, then kicked her legs up and roughly dragged her cunt off his face.
Frank stumbled back, catching the edge of the counter just before he bumped into it. Mara propped her feet up on the counter edge, wrapping her arms around her legs and leaning her head against the wall. A thin stream of cunt juice pooled out on the counter. Her skirt remained bunched around her waist, and he could see both her love holes as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. He reached out to help her down from the counter, but she brushed his hand away.
"Damn, I haven't seen your prick yet," she said as she jumped down. "Let's take this into the bedroom."
"You haven't seen any of me yet," Frank laughed, unknotting his tie as he headed quickly for her bedroom. She unbuttoned her blouse, all but running across the living room as she tossed it off. Bumping Frank out of the way, she charged in, tossing her half-bra high in the air as she scampered up on the bed.
Raising both legs, she undid the back of her skirt, and all but bent double as she pulled it off. Frank dropped his pants, and she stopped him as he reached for the waistband of his briefs.
"I'll do that," she said. "Just stand up on the bed."
Completely naked now, Mara rose up on her knees and seized the waistband with her teeth. With incredible agility, she drew the undergarment down in one smooth motion. Amazed, Frank stared down at her as she put one hand over his balls and the other around his long, slender hard-on.
Without pausing to kiss or caress, Mara shoved half the length of his prick in her mouth. Slowly and delicately, she rolled his balls between her fingertips and began drawing her head back and forth. She paused, working her tongue along the underside of the shaft, then remaining still as if testing him.
Which she was. Pulling her mouth free and holding his wet cock upright, she said, "Good, you're not a quick cummer. And you're cock's just like I pictured it. There's just something about you that says slender cock."
Before Frank could come up with a reply, she got her mouth on his dick again. She clutched his hips, then slid her hands around to his ass cheeks. Already weak-kneed with lust, Frank shuddered and hastily grasped her shoulders for support. He felt his buttocks spread, then he knew that Mara's hands were going where June's wouldn't.
"Oh, yeah, oh, fucking yes, yeah!" The words ripped out of his throat as Mara's fingertip made contact with his ass-hole. "Push it in, do me, for shit's sake!"
He didn't stop to think that he was using dirty talk for the first time in years. Caught up in the intensity of the moment, all considerations, June, the fact that he and Mara worked in the same office, were totally irrelevant. Mara pushed her finger in to the third knuckle. She made no attempt to establish a rhythm, frigging his anus and stroking his cock with her mouth at random.
"You're going to make me-" Frank began, then gasped at the suddenness with which his cock was again in open air.
"No, I won't," she corrected. Straightening out her arm and pressing her hand against the mattress, she spun around and brought herself to a kneeling position at the edge of the bed. She reached for her night table and continued, "If you want to cum in my mouth, you'll need one of these. Hell, you'll need it anyway." She tossed the condom at his feet.
A lust-stunned Frank could only shake his head. Awkwardly lowering himself to the sheets, he rolled the condom over his hard-on. Mara got on all fours and shook her butt at him.
"Don't tell me you need lessons," she said, the rough edge returning to her voice. "For your information, this position is called-"
Frank cut her off by roughly thrusting a hand between the backs of her thighs and seizing her pussy. Two fingers plunged between her lips, and he rubbed the pre-cum-dripping tip of his cockhead against her small butt as he frigged her.
"You almost have it right," Mara murmured, churning her hips.
He yanked his fingers out and spread her lips, lining his cock up with his fingers, then pulling them away as he eased his cockhead into her slit. Mara made a sudden thrust back, driving his cock halfway into her pussy. Bending over her naked back, he clapped his hands over the small cones of her breasts and pressed down, pushing his rubber-clad cock in to the root. Mara's tiny pink nipples lengthened, and he pressed down harder to feel their stiffness against his palms.
"Yeah, squeeze my tits," she moaned. "Put your God damn hands all over me!"
Feeling his balls touch her ass cheeks, Frank started working his cock around. Her pussy seemed to be clutching at his dick. That was familiar, but he didn't ponder the similarity as he drew his cock back for a long in-stroke. He rubbed her nipples, rolling them around, then he drew his hands off her tits to massage the smooth, sweat-covered plain of her stomach.
"Go for my clit," Mara rasped at him.
"I want your God damn tits," Frank roared back, again driving his prick to the back of her pussy. Mara's attempt at a reply became a gasp as he started pumping hard, and when the walls of her pussy started churning around his condom-covered rod, she shrieked at him to pull out.
"I'm not kidding. Get that beef jerky of a cock out of my fucking pussy now!" Gripping the sheets, she pulled herself forward for emphasis.
A puzzled Frank withdrew slowly and started to move away from her. "No, get back here," she barked. "It's time for my other hole!"