Chapter 5

Vicki rushed home from her afternoon tryst and took a quick shower. She was sitting at her dressing table, getting ready to go out, when Brad came out of the bathroom and dropped his bombshell.

She stared at him in the mirror. Her eyes normally sparkled with warmth. Now they glittered with ice. "You what?" she spat "For God's sake, Brad, you could have at least asked me before saying yes!" Sharp little icicles clung to each word.

"Damn, it's a good thing you're not really a witch. That look would turn me into an iceberg."

He often teased his wife about being a witch. What he actually said was that she was a sexy witch, which wasn't quite the same thing.

"Not this time, Brad! You aren't going to sweet talk me into this. I don't want another woman living in my home."

She stood and began to brush her hair. She snatched the brush furiously through her long auburn tresses, pulling on the long strands.

"She isn't a woman, darling," he said patiently. "She's a girl."

His eyes glazed with lust he stared at her full tits. She was totally unaware of the effect her nudity had on him. Thirty years old, and her body was more foxy and lush than when they first met.

Her big tits bounced and swayed as she brushed her hair vigorously. On a smaller woman, the massive mounds of firm flesh would have been unsightly. On her five-foot-seven frame, they looked right at home.

He knew he would have to fuck her, or at least get her off, to divert her mind and soothe her. Her sexual appetite matched her size, driven by a lusty mind that never seemed to rest. And she was as jealous as any woman alive. He relished the thought of making her cum, fully aware that she would turn on him like a wounded tiger if he went about it the wrong way. When she was angry, anything could happen.

"She's nineteen, isn't she? That's a woman. Dammit, Brad! How could you do this to me? I'll bet she's one of those nubile cheerleader types. Built like a centerfold and just full of boundless energy. And full of crazy ideas about fucking with no entanglements, or whatever the hell the younger generation calls it. A quick fuck is the same as a handshake to them, right?"

"Hey, I do believe you're jealous. I'm flattered." He stood behind the vanity bench and cautiously pulled her back against him. The top of her head nestled under his chin. When she wore heels, she looked him directly in the eye. "I don't know what she looks like now, baby. As a kid, she was skinny and gangly. As flat as a skateboard. She's probably the same now. One of those titless wonders who seem to be the rage these days." He cupped her tits and ran his thumbs over her nipples. "Not a full, well-rounded woman like you."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, you sneaky bastard. The least you could do was talk to me before you said she could stay with us."

"Look, baby, I'm sorry. Okay? What more can I say? I've known her all her life. She's almost like family."

"What difference does that make? What the hell does it mean anyway?"

"Her mother and my mother are best friends. They've lived next door to each other as long as I can remember."

"What's her name?"

"Tabby."

"Tabby? That's a cat's name. What kind of nut would hang a name like that on her kid?"

"Tabitha, baby. I suppose it is kind of a nutty name. But it seemed to fit her. Anyway, when Mom called and asked if she could stay with us a few days, I automatically said yes. She won't be here long. Just until she finds her own apartment. You might even like her. Mom said she's very intelligent. She was a member of the National Honor Society and won a merit scholarship."

"Well, maybe at least she won't use 'you know' all the time and talk in rambling, disjointed sentences. But the ability to carry on an intelligent conversations doesn't change anything. Why does she have to stay with us? Why doesn't she stay in a motel?"

"Money, baby. She's taking a job as an intern with one of the local radio stations. It doesn't pay much."

"Don't you get any wild ideas about fucking her!" She reached behind her and yanked his cock playfully. "This is miner

"You know that I don't want to fuck other women, baby." His fingers slowly made their way through the crack of her ass and began to play around the mouth of her cunt.

She opened her legs slightly. "You make damned sure she doesn't upset our routine," she said firmly. "I'm not going to give up dinner out tonight or our bedroom fun just because she's here."

"Bedroom?" he snickered. "What about the dining table and the living room?" He sobered when her body stiffened in anger. "Of course not, baby. We'll pick her up at the airport and take her to dinner with us. What we do when we get home is our business. She has no part in that."

That's what he thought!

One of his fingers began to probe her pussy nimbly. She twisted her ass and moaned as the delightful sensation infused her body. She turned in his arms and spread her legs. He put his finger back up her hot twat and she began to hunch.

"You like my big tits, huh?"

"You know I do, baby!" His lips surrounded a nipple and sucked it greedily as his fingers slid deep into her slick hole and began to jiggle briskly.

She didn't know yet what he had in mind. As long as she got off, he could do whatever he wanted. Again, she wondered if she was addicted to sex. If so, she didn't care. She liked to be naked with a man, to get felt up and pleasured. She couldn't deny her sexuality, even if she wanted to.

"Mmmmmm!" she murmured when his fingers spread her cunt lips and bared her clit.

Sparks of need ignited in her loins. Her nipples were fully erect, tingling from his lips. She reached for his prick and held it tightly in her fist as she hunched on his probing fingers. She would continue the argument with him after he got her off. First things first!

He began to suck her other tit and touched her aching clit. She shuddered and sighed deeply.

"Aaahhh, that's the magic spot, darling. Do my clit."

"Only if you promise to cum hard," he teased.

He knew she would. Her clit was the key to her sexual personality. He once made her cum simply by breathing hard on it.

"Oh, God, baby, you know I will!"

He put two fingers on her clit and began to agitate the large stud rapidly. She soared toward climax. The thrills became sharper and sharper, signaling that her orgasm was imminent. She floated in an erotic twilight, her earlier anger driven far from her mind by the hard spasms in her cunt.

He cut her wail of pleasure short by kissing her and plunging his tongue into her mouth. She sucked his tongue and jerked his cock aggressively. He continued to massage her clit until her passion subsided.

"Oh, cumming standing up makes my legs weak," she muttered.

She dropped to her knees and swallowed the blunt end of his broad sword. She hefted his heavy balls in her left hand and wrapped her right hand around his massive shaft. She began to jerk him rapidly as she sucked the head of his cock. When she wished, she could make a blow job last a long time. She could also drain a cock as fast as anyone alive. They didn't have time to tarry if they were going to meet Tabitha's plane and make their dinner reservation. She extended the middle finger of her left hand and began to tickle his asshole. She applied greater suction to the head of his prick and increased the speed of her hand moving up and down his shaft.

"Awwwwww, God, baby! You're the greatest cocksucker in the world!"

His praise delighted her. She wanted to please her man in every way, to be a superb piece of ass. She would do anything he asked. Except share him. She began to hum, setting up vibrations that created sensations he couldn't resist.

"Ohhh, yesss!" he roared. He grabbed her head and gave her a mouthful of hot jism.

She gurgled happily as she drank his gooey offering. She stood and smacked her lips with gusto. Following their long established tradition of following a pussy-lapping or a cocksucking with a kiss, she glued her sticky lips to his and gave him her slick tongue to suck. She broke the kiss and backed away.

"There, now, that should hold you until after dinner. Get a move on, or we're going to be late.

"Vicki, about Tabitha, I'm truly ..."

"What's done is done, darling. We'll make the best of it. I just don't want her, or anyone, to interfere with us and our fun."

"I'm sure you have no reason to worry, baby. We probably won't even know she's around."