Chapter 1
Carole's utter indifference showed. In the bored expression on her face. In the lack of animation of her voluptuous body. Totally absorbed in fucking her, Roger didn't notice.
"God, your pussy feels good," he whispered. "It holds my cock like a velvet glove. So hot and tight and wet."
"Ummm," she muttered with disinterest. She jiggled her hips lackadaisically. "You've got such a nice big cock."
She felt like a damn fool. His cock was nice. It just didn't turn her on. Nothing turned her on lately, not since Ralph ran away with that twenty-year-old bimbo.
"I'm about to cum," he grunted. "Are you ready?"
"Go ahead and get it, baby," she replied softly, trying to sound interested. "Don't worry about me."
He began to hammer her cunt harder and grunted, both from the exertion and the cloying force of his impending orgasm. She felt his cock swell an instant before it erupted. She put her hands on his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist and jiggled her hips rapidly to help him along. He grunted louder and fucked her harder for a few moments, then slowed to a gentle in and out motion.
She let her legs fall to the bed and patted him tenderly on the shoulder. "That was good, baby," she said half-heartedly. "You fuck me so well."
Roger lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling. "You didn't get anything from it," he said.
"Yes I did," she said quietly. "I like the way your cock feels in me. And helping you get off pleases me."
"I want my partner to enjoy it as much as I do. You seemed interested earlier." He sighed deeply. "What did I do wrong?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, baby. It's my fault."
"How can that be? You're healthy and exciting, and you have a body to die for. Your pussy is as sweet as honey and as tight as a glove. Sex is as much mental as physical. You have a superb mind and a good imagination. But you fucked me only with your pussy, not your brain. Are you worried that my wife might find out and make trouble for you?"
"No. Your wife is your problem. She can make trouble for you, not me. My pussy got wet and you got off. I guess you'll just have to be satisfied with that. I can't seem to get my mind into it lately. With you, or anyone else."
"Thanks a lot," he muttered sourly. "If your mind drifts and you lose it, that means I can't hold your attention."
"I don't lose interest because my mind drifts. My mind drifts because I've lost interest. I'm trying to work on it. I just don't seem to make any headway." She caressed his arm and sighed. "Don't fret. You got what you wanted. You've been trying to get in my pants for years. Well, now you have."
"And you never gave me a tumble," he said.
"I wanted to. I couldn't take the chance as long as Ralph was around. Now that he's gone, I'm a free agent. I can fuck whoever I want."
"Then why aren't you more active? I certainly didn't force you. You seemed as interested as I was."
"Past tense?" she chuckled. "Does that mean you don't want to fuck me again?"
"I don't know. Ralph always talked about how much you liked sex. I expected a lot more than I got." He sat up and looked at her. "That's it, isn't it? Ralph destroyed your self-confidence by running away with his secretary, didn't he?"
"Did you expect me to celebrate?" she said acidly. "I still like being intimate with a man. I just don't cum. It isn't a big deal with me. You shouldn't make such a big deal out of it, either. You can come over and fuck me again if you want. If you can sneak out on your wife."
"Don't be sarcastic."
"I'm not," she assured him. "Not at all. I mean it. I like you. If you want to fuck me, you can. I don't expect fidelity, or a vow of undying love. Sex is sex, and I like cock."
"I don't understand you," he said.
"Do men ever understand women?" she quipped. She sat up and took his limp cock in her hand. "I don't want you to go away unhappy." She squeezed his prick gently. "You didn't cum the way you like, did you? Still got part of your load in there that I need to work out for you?"
"At least you haven't lost your sense of humor," he chuckled.
"I think we can work this thing out together," she chuckled. "I don't understand me, either. If that's any consolation to you. I still like sex and I want so badly to cum the way I used to. My orgasms used to be so powerful they almost blew my mind."
Roger decided she was a hopeless case. He might as well get what he could from the encounter. He had no intention of coming back for seconds, no matter how good her pussy felt. "Speaking of blowing, are you going to suck me off?"
"If that's what you want." She began to stroke his cock. "Well, down to the last instant, anyway. I want to finish you with my hand so I can watch you cum. I haven't lost interest in that."
"Do whatever you want," he said. "Do you feel anything at all when you fuck?"
"Yes. It feels good when you lick my clit and your cock inside me makes me happy. I just don't feel enough to be able to cum." She stripped his foreskin back and ran her tongue around his bare knob. "It's already beginning to get hard," she muttered.
"You're taking all this calmly." His hips jerked and he grunted. "It feels good when you extend your thumb and rub it along the underside of the head."
She covered just the head with her mouth and stroked the shaft firmly. She removed her mouth and resumed her thumb-extended stroking. "It goes smoother with a little saliva on it," she said. "How else can I take it? My lack of interest is my fault, not yours." She wrapped her fist loosely around the head and twisted it around.
"Damn, that feels wonderful! Jack me with your other hand while you do that."
She put her left hand on the shaft and began to slide it slowly up and down. "like that?"
"Yeah. What's the catch? You must expect something from this."
"You gave me your best effort, Roger. What more can I expect?" She removed her fist from the head, wet it with saliva again, and put her hand back around the bare knob. She tightened her grip and began to stroke the shaft of his cock a little faster. "You're coming up nicely. I like the way your cock throbs in my hand."
"Yeah, it won't be long," he agreed. He gasped and his hips began heaving up and down. "Faster!" he gasped.
Carole slid her right hand from the knob and gripped his shaft with it. She moved her left hand down and cupped his balls. "I do better with my right hand," she said. "Cum for me, baby. I want to watch your juice squirt out of the end of your cock."
"Go, baby," he panted. "Do it as fast as you can."
Her hand began to fly up and down his shaft. She tightened and relaxed her grip as she stroked, trying to simulate the way her pussy caressed his cock when he fucked her. She felt his prick swell and watched raptly, waiting anxiously for the foregone outcome.
His body began to tremble. His hips began to bounce up and down rapidly. "Now!" he gasped.
She pulled on his scrotum, rolled his balls in her hand and continued to jack him firmly, using the same steady pace. Her reward came in the form of a strong spurt of sticky jism that shot into the air and landed on his belly. She continued without letup and got a second squirt that wasn't quite as powerful. This one landed on the edge of her hand. She smeared it all over his shaft and her palm as her hand moved methodically up and down.
"Good, baby, good," she murmured. She put her thumb against the bottom of his rod, pressed hard and squeezed as she drew her hand up, milking the last drop from him. She picked up the pearly bead with the tip of her tongue and rolled it in her mouth, savoring the unique flavor. "Now, that should take care of you."
"Yeah," he said. "You do that very well."
"I'm just a handy gal to have around," she laughed.