Chapter 6
Carole's affair with Jordy settled into a routine that continued for the next two weeks. She initiated the action, they went into one of the massage rooms for a quick coupling, then parted for the remainder of the day.
They engaged in simple, mundane fucking. He laid her on a massage table and either got on top or stood between her legs. If the orgasms hadn't been so damned good, she would have been bored to death!
She gave the situation long and careful thought. Was he afraid to expand his repertoire? Maybe he simply didn't know any better. Did her age intimidate him? Did her uninhibited nature intimidate? Was she simply a release valve for him? Was he simply a release valve for her? Was he fucking her during the day, at the gym, then going out with younger women at night?
She had assumed that he wasn't going out with anyone else. He always had more than enough stamina to take care of her during the day. Maybe he used up his bag of tricks with other women at night, with a nubile girl like the one her husband ran away with. Surely, he had his pick of the young women who filled the gym every day. Maybe he fucked her out of a sense of duty. Maybe he didn't believe her when she said that he didn't have to fuck her to keep his job. Maybe this, and maybe that! She didn't want maybes, she wanted answers.
She didn't care if he was fucking other women. Young or old. What earthly difference did it make? They certainly hadn't pledged their undying devotion to one another. She liked his cock, he liked her pussy, and that was that. Except for one thing.
She wanted him to do more, much more. She wanted him to eat her pussy, to fuck her in different positions and different ways, and she wanted to suck his cock. She might only suck him playfully as a prelude to fucking, or she might suck him off. In any case, she wanted his cock in her mouth.
She also had to face another, equally important, question. Why was she fucking a much younger man to begin with? Was she merely playing a game of tit for tat in an effort to get even with Ralph for running off with a woman half her age? The other men her own age she had fucked provided part of the answer.
She had yet to find one who had an adventurous spirit. Surely, there were some out there. She hadn't met them and didn't want to take the time to find them. She wanted to have fun now, not spend her time looking. like Bette.
Young men had more stamina. They simply could last longer and recover quicker. Also, they hadn't had time to develop bad habits in bed. What hang-ups they did have should be easier to overcome. She still hadn't had a chance to prove that supposition, however.
She didn't feel like she was fucking her son. She didn't think of Jordy that way. Perhaps she would have, if she had not been childless. Jordy might feel that he was fucking his mother. If so, that was his problem to solve. She didn't care what he thought, as long it didn't mess up their fucking.
He routinely fucked her at least twice each time they got together. She could imagine how much fun they could have if they spent the night together. She didn't want a man merely sawing his cock in and out of her pussy, however. She wanted fun, adventure. She wanted to give as good as she got, not simply lie passive and let the man set the agenda and pace.
She had once read that a rut was a grave with both ends knocked out. As things stood now, this relationship was in a deep, deep rut! And dirt was crumbling in at both ends!
She went to work a couple of hours before the gym opened so she could catch up her paperwork. Paperwork was one of the necessary evils of running a successful business. She still hated it.
She thought she was alone until she saw Lela and two young men by the pool. She knew the men by their first names. They came to the gym regularly and their bodies showed it. She wondered why they were there so early. They were all naked, so Lela evidently didn't invite them for an early aerobics class. She stood against the wall so she could watch without being easily seen, and waited to see what would develop.
Lela sat on a lounge with her feet on the tiled pool deck. From where she stood, Carole could look directly into her crotch.
The two young men lay on lounges a few feet away, facing at Lela. The view of the voluptuous, sexy black woman stirred their libidos. They had talked about her superb body and how much they would like to nail her. They equated their chances as about equal to a snowball in hell.
Lela looked at them with a faint, coy smile playing around her sexy mouth. She knew they liked her big tits and well-rounded ass. She had caught them looking her over carefully more than once. So why did they just lie there and stare at her? She was horny, had waited longer than she wished for one of them to make a move. Didn't they understand why she asked them to join her in the gym before it opened? Were they too shy to double-fuck her? Only one way to find out.
She fluffed up the strip of hair down the middle of her mound, then ran her middle finger up and down her slit. She walked slowly to Alan. She straddled his head, spread her cunt lips and held her pussy right over his nose.
"Time to smell the roses, stud," she said softly. "Boss lady will be here before long, so let's get the show on the road."
Alan sniffed deeply and chuckled. "Now that's what I call a real fur pie," he quipped. "Looks good enough to eat."
"Why do you think I'm offering it to you?" she murmured. "Compliment the chef after you've eaten."
Alan extended his tongue fully. Lela held the long, thick lips of her pussy open and lowered her cunt to his mouth. She gasped from the electric-like contact. She hadn't had a tongue in her cunt in a couple of days, far too long to suit her. She tilted her hips forward and slid her itchy clit under the tip of his tongue and gasped louder.
"Ooohhh," she moaned. "Lick my clit. Suck my cunt. Oh, damn, eat me out and make me cum."
Bob grinned, got up and stood in front of Lela, and began to stroke his cock. She looked up at him and grinned.
"You finally got the message, huh?" she said.
"Yeah. We would have made a move sooner, but you can't be too careful these days."
"Maybe next time I'll send you a written invitation and spell out what I want," she retorted. She sucked in her breath sharply. "Your buddy really knows how to lick a pussy. He's giving my poor little clit pure hell."
"As I remember, it isn't so little," Bob replied.
Lela grinned again. She loved to fuck two men at once. Or another woman and a man. She didn't care. The distinction between genders tended to get blurred when she was having fun. She didn't know that Carole was watching. She wouldn't have cared about that, either, if she had known. She had an exhibitionist streak a yard wide. Fucking for an audience really turned her on.
Carole watched with interest as Lela sat on Alan's face. She didn't think they would notice her. They were too interested in each other to waste time looking around the gym. She pressed herself closer to the wall, just in case. She knew she shouldn't spy on them, but the urge to see what transpired overrode her good judgment. The scene titillated her more than she expected. Proper or not, she was going to watch!
Lela squirmed on Alan's mouth and rubbed her juicy slit all over his lower face. He licked the full length of her long gash and tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then he stabbed his tongue deeply onto her soggy hole and sucked her savory essence down his throat.
"Oooooo," Lela moaned softly. "I love to get my pussy eaten. You have a wonderful tongue, baby. Suck my cunt, baby, get me off! I'm about to cum."
Bob watched the foxy woman sitting on Alan's face, feeding him her luscious cunt and urging him to suck her off! "Damn," he muttered, "you sure are a hot bitch." He pulled on his pud a little faster and wondered when he could get in on the act.
Lela leaned over, put her hands on the back of the lounge and ground her cunt into Alan's face. "Oh, yes, suck my cunt," she moaned. "God, it feels good! Gonna cum all over your face, baby! Gonna fill your mouth with my cream. Drink it, baby, drink it down! Eat my cunt! Lick my clit!"
Bob took a couple of steps forward and touched her full lips with the tip of his cock.
"Not yet," she muttered, turning her head away in denial and concentrating on her impending orgasm.
Lela curled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit it to stifle her scream. She whimpered and moaned and snuffled and mewled and almost smothered poor Alan with her fleshy cunt as her orgasm burst over her like a tidal wave.
Bob reached out with one hand and began to pinch her stiff, fat nipples. Her suppressed vocal expressions got louder and she came harder. She came down leisurely, mentally wallowing in the much-needed release.
She looked at Bob. "Hang in there, stud, you'll get your turn soon," she assured him.
She slid all the way down Alan's muscular body to his feet, leaving a sticky trail with her wet slit. His prick stood up from his loins, pulsing strongly. She gripped it in one fist and began to stroke it rapidly.
"Good-looking cock," she murmured, staring at the rampant rod with lusty eyes. "I love cock. Love to fuck and suck and cum until I can't stand it."
"God damn," Alan muttered, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch. "You're one hot bitch. Who would have expected it?"
Lela crawled back up over his groin. She rubbed the knob of his cock through her slit a few times, then stuck it in her hole. She held the shaft in her hand, rose up, and sat down heavily, burying the thick lance in her snatch in one fluid, impulsive movement.
"Mmmmmm, wonderful cock," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "Now let's do some serious fucking."
She wiggled her hips back and forth and twisted her ass round and round, then began to hump rapidly up and down. Her tits bounced and jiggled all over her chest.
"Do it, baby!" Alan grunted. "Fuck me good."
"Oh, I'm going to do it all right," Lela hissed. "I'm going to fuck you until your cock explodes." She looked up at Bob. "And I'm going to suck your cock dry while I do it. Just give me a minute to get started, then stick it in my mouth."
"You got it, baby!" Bob agreed enthusiastically, stroking his rod faster.