Chapter 13
Laura told Tom she wouldn't settle for a hamburger and a cheap motel. She expected a lot more. He replied that he wouldn't think of offering her a hamburger and a cheap motel. She deserved much more.
She felt like a bundle of raw, exposed nerves as she drove across town to the small hotel. She felt a fleeting flash of guilt, which she quickly dismissed. Jack certainly wouldn't suffer if she fucked another man. He got all the pussy he could handle. From her and others. Others, mostly, unfortunately.
Maybe I shouldn't even be doing this, she thought. Maybe I should have stayed home and found something to occupy my mind so I wouldn't think about how Jack always works late and seems to have forgotten that I even exist.
She wondered if she should tell her husband about her extracurricular activities. He knew that she knew about his outside pussy. Maybe, if he knew that she also jumped the traces, he would show more sexual interest in her. That sounded screwy, but he was screwy about some things. Maybe he would even be interested in a threesome. At least, that way, she could occasionally keep it in the family, so to speak.
Tom made no mention of swapping so Jack could fuck his wife. She must remember to ask if he was into that scene. Jack was a scorekeeper. If she fucked another man and told him, and he didn't blow his stack, he would want to fuck another woman. If Tom wasn't into swapping, she would just have to find some willing young thing to bed her husband. Erica, maybe. She would like that. If she couldn't keep her husband at home, perhaps she could get him to agree to open up her marriage. She hated to sit home alone night after night, with only her finger for relief.
She smiled inwardly as she reminded herself she was going to fuck Tom to get even with her husband. Which was true, but it wasn't the only reason. She was going to fuck Tom because she wanted to fuck another man.
Jack needed to dominate her and their relationship. He wouldn't want her to fuck another man unless it was his idea and he controlled the situation. Well, too bad. That was only one of many things she didn't like about him. She was going to fuck Tom whether her husband liked it or not.
She parked across the lot from the front door of the hotel and hurried into the dining room before she lost her nerve. She wanted very much to fuck Tom, but didn't have the experience to handle the situation as a matter of course. She should have asked Erica for some pointers.
Tom met her in the lobby and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for coming," he said softly. "I was afraid you might chicken out.
"I almost did," she replied with a nervous titter.
He escorted her into the dining room and ordered drinks.
"Did you bring me here because there are rooms upstairs?" she asked.
"I brought you here because you said you wouldn't settle for a hamburger and a cheap motel," he said. "Not that I would have offered that. You deserve a lot more. This place is small, but it has a good reputation and an excellent dining room." He grinned. "Besides, this gives you less time to change your mind."
"Maybe I haven't made up mind yet," she said. "What if I told you that I didn't want anything but lunch?"
He fixed her with a level gaze. "Laura, I don't force women to do anything. Unless it's a business deal, then I might use pressure. This is pleasure."
"Even if we just have lunch?"
Tom nodded. "Even if we just have lunch. I enjoy your company. Which isn't to say that I wouldn't be terribly disappointed, but I can live with disappointment."
"Did you already register for a room?"
"Don't have to," he said. "I keep one for out-of-town clients."
"And so you have a place to bring your conquests. Your wife must know. How does she feel about that?"
"Sheila and I don't keep each other on a short leash, Laura. She knows what happened at your party the other night."
"Oh? Did you tell her, or did she see you?"
"I told her. She got so hot that she nearly screwed me to exhaustion."
"Did you tell her everything?"
"Everything," he confirmed. "We don't keep secrets from each other."
The thought that Sheila knew what she had done with and to Erica made Laura blush deeply. "I don't believe you. I think you're feeding me a line."
Tom took his cellular phone out of his coat pocket and laid it on the table. "Call her."
"I should call your wife and ask her if it's okay to mess around with her husband?" Laura said skeptically. "Sure I will."
"Suit yourself."
His suggestion stunned her. She felt a heavy flow of juice from her pussy soak the crotch of her panties. "I still think you're feeding me a line. I don't need that kind of grief."
"Sheila is a California city slicker, Laura. She's a good gal, but she's a city slicker. California city folks aren't like the people in this town. She won't give you any grief." He pushed the phone closer to her. "Go ahead, ask her. I'm not feeding you a line of bullshit."
"Maybe she wouldn't give me any grief, but Jack would. We aren't on the best of terms right now as it is."
"She says I have the most talented tongue in the west. Aren't you interested in finding out for yourself?
Laura shook her head. "God, Tom, maybe I should just tell you that I'm not interested and get out of here while I can."
Liar! You know you 're interested. After what Erica did to you, you melt when you get your clit licked. How long has it been since Jack ate your pussy? Can you even remember? She shivered inside. You've had too much to drink, girl. You 're about to march your cute ass up those stairs and see if he's telling the truth. Get out of here before you do something you might regret.
"Sure you are. Every woman is interested in getting her pussy eaten until her knees are weak. If you and Jack aren't hitting it off very well, you need someone like me. You probably do anyway. He doesn't strike me as the type who cares too much about a woman's pleasure."
Laura's hand shook as she lifted her drink and emptied it in one gulp. She hoped he didn't hear the glass clink against her teeth. "Don't do this to me, Tom. Don't try to make it sound like an act of compassion. I don't need a mercy fuck, thank you very much anyway."
Better say that with some confidence if you expect him to believe you, girl! You sound like a weak-kneed pushover with round heels.
"No, you don't," Tom agreed. "And I wasn't trying to make it sound as if you do. Even if I didn't know that Jack plays around and neglects you, I would still want you. I know, without a shadow of doubt, that you have one of the sweetest pussies this side of heaven. One that a man who enjoys the taste of pussy could eat for hours."
"Whoa," Laura muttered. "This conversation is suddenly close up and personal."
"Close up and personal is where I want to be," he replied. "With you. Now, eat before your food gets cold."
She settled down and enjoyed the food. She didn't feel the butterflies in her stomach again until Tom escorted her to the elevators.
"I've never been here," she said.
"Does it meet with your approval?"
"Oh, yes," she replied. "Lunch was excellent." Her voice quivered slightly, betraying her apprehension.
"You're so lovely and desirable, Laura," he said very softly. "I want you very much."
She smiled without replying. Did he really expect me to call Sheila? Well, there's the door. If Tom, or more specifically his tongue, lives up to his own billing, the chance I'm taking might be worth it. If I'm going to back out, I'd better do it now. Once I cross that threshold, I'm in for the whole show.
Her knees felt so weak, from both doubt and nervous anticipation, she was surprised they weren't knocking. She took a deep breath as he unlocked the door and stood aside for her to enter. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face him.
"I've never done this before," she whispered, slightly breathless.
"I know," he said softly. "I feel very honored." He eyed her voluptuous body from head to foot. "Would you like a drink? I keep a well-stocked bar here."
"I've already had too much to drink or I wouldn't be here."
"Rationalize it however you wish," he said quietly. His eyes twinkled with amusement and wisdom. He put his arms around her trim waist and began to fondle the cheeks of her stately ass as put his lips on hers.
Her generous lips instantly softened and came alive as she gave in to the kiss without hesitation. She put one hand on the nape of his neck and her other hand on the back of his head and opened her mouth. His tongue felt like a spike of liquid fire as it probed her mouth. Her tongue began to fence with his, driving it back with quick darts and lunges, then allowing it to advance again. He cupped her ass and pulled her mound against his crotch.
She undulated her hips and felt his cock begin to grow in his pants. She already knew that he was well-hung. Watching his cock slide in and out of Erica's pussy had been one of the most stupendous experiences of her life. The passionate kiss and thinking about his cock bolstered her courage.
He took a step back and ran his hands over her curvy hips. "Such a glorious, sensational woman," he murmured. "I'm glad you're here." He took another step back. In a studied, almost spellbinding, tantalizing manner, he held her gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
Sparse dark brown hair straggled from his chest into his pants. Silently, she approved. Hairy men turned her off. She thought he must spend a lot of time in the sun without a shirt to keep such a deep, even tan. His cock and balls made a conspicuous bulge in his tight pants.
The moment of truth had arrived. She could still leave, but only if she made her move immediately. One passionate kiss didn't obligate her. A shiver of fear and anticipation, and powerful longing, ran up her spine.
"You're pretty damned sure of yourself, aren't you?" she muttered, her voice quivering with excitement she couldn't conceal.
"Sure enough," he replied. "You're here, aren't you?"
"Maybe I shouldn't be. Maybe I should leave right now, before this goes too far."