Chapter 1
The note arrived by special messenger shortly after one. Even though it bore no signature, Richard recognized his wife's stationery and handwriting. On their honeymoon, she promised to put some spice in his life. The note was the beginning. He wondered what the end would be, and when it would come.
After work, he went to the company gym for a short workout. He took a quick shower, then went to the diner next door and ate a light meal. On the way to his car, he pulled the note from his pocket and read it for the tenth time.
Go to Paddy's Bar and Grill after work. Pretend you are single and on the prowl.
Short, sweet, and to the point. Paddy's was his favorite hangout from his bachelor days. Days he thought would last the rest of his life. Obviously, she expected him to pick up a woman and fuck her. He didn't know if he could. He never had a lot of luck with women. Until Teri.
He still couldn't believe that such a stunning young woman in her mid-twenties would find a mundane man in his forties interesting enough to spend ten minutes with, let alone marry. He closed his eyes and pictured his new bride-a five-foot, two-inch bundle of sex appeal with long, lustrous red hair, dazzling green eyes, beautiful, sensual features, and a foxy body that would stop rush hour traffic on the freeway. When she entered a room, her nipples arrived several seconds before the rest of her, and the wait was well worthwhile.
Suppose he did score? Would Teri expect him to tell her every little detail? Could he? Was she testing him? If he ignored the note and went straight home, would he pass or fail?
He wished he knew more about his wife. They married after a whirlwind, one-month courtship, then honeymooned in the Caribbean for two weeks. Besides knowing she had a Ph.D. in psychology, had a thriving practice as a sex therapist, and had a voracious sexual appetite, he barely knew her. Maybe he should have taken a couple of steps back and thought about the situation before he proposed to her. What was a staid Vice President for Finance in a regional firm doing with a young woman who seemed bent on fucking him to death?
Well, think of a man wandering in the desert, dying of thirst. When he reaches the oasis, he doesn't ask why the water is there. He simply drinks his fill. And I can think of worse ways to die than being married to a vivacious sexpot! Until I met Teri, I didn't believe in unicorns, miracles, or witches. Now, I just might admit that I believe in all three!
Going back to Paddy's alone reminded him of the days when he trolled the rapids and often got only lessons in frustration for his worm. If Dame Fortune smiled in his direction at all, he was lucky to hook what he thought of as an undersized bone fish-all sinew and long muscle, no hips, not much ass, and hard little tits. Sometimes, the nipples were big enough to make up for the lack of meat behind them.
He would do as Teri asked and take his chances on guessing right. But she had spoiled him. He didn't want a bone fish. He wanted a delectable, large-mouth bass, like his wife.
He entered the pub with his heart in his throat and a stomach full of butterflies. Had he forgotten how to act like a bachelor in such a short time? He stood at one end of the bar, ordered a Black Jack on the rocks, and looked around. His gaze passed over a slightly plump brunette sitting at the other end of the bar. She wore a low-cut sheath divided down the middle, black on one side and white on the other side. The effect of the divergent colors drew a second look. The upper half of her areolae showed. She certainly had plenty of meat behind the hard nipples trying to poke holes in her dress.
Not beautiful, like Teri, he thought. Attractive. Kind of cute, if I can use that term to describe a woman about my age.
She ran the tip of her tongue around her remarkably full, brilliant red lips, and he let his gaze linger. He liked thick, bright lipstick on a sexual partner's lips. like Teri wore when they made love. Few women wore any lipstick at all these days. The latest trend called for the so-called natural look. The tip of her tongue slowly skimming around her heavily painted lips held his attention like a magnet.
He took a sip of his drink and looked at Cutie-pie over the rim of her glass. A fellow could do worse. She certainly wasn't a bone fish. He motioned the bartender over and ordered her a drink. She smiled and repeated the come-hither, lip-licking action.
His cock didn't stir. It snapped to attention and saluted, personifying the old saying that a horny man's brains are in the head of his cock. And, suddenly, he felt very horny. He ambled over next to those opulent, bright red lips, fantasizing about them clamped around his cock.
He loved his wife's extraordinary blow jobs. The streaks of bright red lipstick smeared on his cock when she finished were icing on the cake. Cutie-pie's lips reminded him of Teri's lips, and held him in thrall.
"Hello," he said. "My name is Richard Lee. Rick."
"Hi," Cutie-pie said demurely. "Kimberly Wilder. Kim."
Her voice was tinkling, young. Since he passed the exalted age of forty, one of his tenets was that grown men shouldn't derive pleasure from fucking a woman in her twenties. Peculiar how a covetous cock can warp a philosophy.
"How refreshing," Kim said.
"What's that?"
"I've often wondered why a man can't just introduce himself and tell a woman she's pretty. Or, he loses his breath just looking at her. Why all the bullshit about a sign, or how important he is?"
"I don't know," Rick said. "I'm not an expert on single men."
Kim smiled. "Yes, I saw your wedding band. A man could even say he wants to get to know the woman better. None of it has to be true. A woman wants a man to notice her, not launch into a long-winded spiel about how great he is.
The good ones show you how good they are. Hell, I'd be flattered if a man just walked up and told me that I look good enough to eat. I'd probably give him a chance to prove it." She paused and took a sip of her drink. "I'm sorry. I just had to get it off my chest. Thank you for the drink."
He didn't take her little tirade as a personal rebuke. If anything, the speech encouraged him, let him know she wanted him to approach her. He felt he had won half of the battle. His heart sank back to its proper place in his chest and the butterflies in his stomach found a place to perch.
"You still have a lot left on your chest," he said boldly. "And it looks mighty good to me. I noticed you the moment I came in. Your mouth fascinates me."
Kim smiled coyly. Her tongue made the long, slow trek around her sensuous lips again. Shivers crawled up and down his spine.
"Do you like to dance?"
Unexpected, his brain struggled to cope with the question. After what felt like hours, but was actually only a couple of heartbeats, he said, "Yeah, but not that stuff where you stand across the room and grin at your partner."
"Paddy has a jukebox in the back room. Would you like to take me back there and dance with me?"
He shook off the inclination to focus on the words 'take me' and nodded. "That sounds like fun," he said.
She smiled and slid off the stool. Her skirt slid up, showing her shapely thighs. They looked strong enough to break a couple of ribs, if she had as much passion as her manner implied. She grinned, smoothed her skirt and took his hand.
Kim slow danced the way he liked. The way his wife danced. She rode his legs, ground her navel against his crotch, and tried to bore holes in his chest with her fat, very hard nipples. By the time the first song ended, he was ready to explode.
As they waited for the next song to start, she held his hands and looked into his eyes. "Does your wife know you're on the prowl tonight?" she said softly. The music started. She melted into his arms and began to ride his leg again as they danced.
"Yes."
"Do you love her."
"Yes. Very much."
"What do you do for a living."
"I'm chief financial officer for a regional public relations firm."
"A glorified accountant, huh?" she laughed. "Exactly. I like your sense of humor."
"Does your wife work?"
"Yes. She's a psychologist. Evidently, a very good one, judging by the size of her practice."
"You sound very proud of her."
"I am. She's a wonderful person."
"Does my mouth really fascinate you?"
He had to shift mental gears to keep up with her change of direction. "Yes."
"Egyptian women painted their pussy lips red to attract men. Then they started painting their mouths red to remind men of a pussy. My lipstick melts when I get hot and leaves bright red smears all everything I kiss."
"You don't say," he stammered.
"I haven't had a man in ten years, Rick. Got tired of being treated like an object instead of a person. My therapist says I should try men again. Making love to women is an outlet, but not fully satisfying. Making love to women does have one big advantage. When a man eats pussy, often all the girl gets is a lick and a promise. When a woman licks clit, she wants to get her partner off, so she really goes at it. You treat your wife well, don't you?"
"I try. Marriage is a new game for me. I gave up my bachelorhood only a couple of weeks ago."
"Never been married before?"
He shook his head. He felt he had said too much already, didn't feel comfortable talking to a complete stranger about intimate matters.
"Stick out your tongue," she said.
"Pardon me?"
"Show me your tongue."
He cocked his head to one side and appraised her carefully. The faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth didn't contradict her serious expression. He shrugged and stuck out his tongue. He felt foolish, and hoped the other couple on the dance floor wasn't looking at him. To minimize his goofy feeling, he waggled his tongue at her.
"Very good."
"What was that all about?"
"I don't want to dance any more," she said. "Will you take me home?"
He couldn't read her, didn't know if she simply wanted a ride home, or something more. She said she gave up men, but making love to women didn't fully satisfy her. Was she sending him a signal? If so, what kind? He wished he had more experience with women. If he struck out, what would Teri think? Well, the night was young. He could take Cutie-pie home, come back and try again.
"Sure."
In the car on the way to her apartment, Cutie-pie didn't help matters. She rubbed her dainty hand on the inside of his thigh, stopping just short of the critical spot time after time, driving him wild.
He stopped in front of her building, dragged her around and kissed her hard enough to rub all the lipstick off those sensuous lips. She returned the kiss with equal passion and lots of tongue as she squeezed his thigh.
She broke the kiss and leaned her head back. She looked into his eyes, and whispered, "A friend is staying with me tonight."
The thought of going back to Paddy's in such an agitated state and trying again didn't appeal to him. This woman qualified as a tease. His heart sank and his eyes became spiritless. Cutie-pie tittered again.
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way!" she said. "She's very understanding."
He breathed an audible sigh of relief. She kissed him and clung to his mouth like a leech for what seemed like five minutes. She untangled herself, grabbed his hand, and literally dragged him to her apartment.
Cutie-pie slammed the door and slithered into his arms. She gazed into his eyes and asked, "Would you like a drink?" She arched one eyebrow sharply.
His desires matched hers. "No," he replied, sliding his hands under her jaunty ass and pulling her closer. "I want you."
"Mmmmm." She kissed his lips quickly and pulled away. "The bedroom's fhat-a-way. I'll join you in a few minutes."
This was too easy, too smooth. He thought he should have to make more of an effort to get into her panties. Was this a setup? Would some burly, low-browed bruiser greet him in the bedroom and demand his valuables? If so, he was in for a disappointment. His only treasured possession strained to escape the confines of his pants. And he knew some women who would sneer at calling that anything of value.
He edged into the bedroom and flipped the light switch. Two lamps by the bed, with low-wattage blue bulbs, came on. He liked the mood created by the soft blue light. His eyes adjusted quickly, and he saw that he was alone. He looked around his shoulder to make sure Cutie-pie wasn't watching, then checked the closets. He was still alone.
If Kim planned something nefarious, she evidently intended to do the dirty deed herself. She didn't look strong enough to take him. Maybe she would just fuck him into exhaustion, then rob him. He could handle that. He undressed, turned back the bed, and crawled in. He thought he saw something move in the shadows across the room. He passed it off as an overactive imagination.
Kim appeared in the door, backlit by the light from the hall. Swinging free, her tits looked larger than the cleavage in her dress had suggested. Her womanly hips looked solid.
Tendrils of hair between her shapely thighs drew attention to her pussy. He stopped thinking about anything but the sublime loveliness of the naked female body. His prized possession felt the same way.
Kim crossed the room slowly, gliding along with a seductive, fluid grace, and slithered into bed on top of him. Her satiny skin whispered faintly against his as she stretched out full length. Her firm, stiff-nippled mounds dug into his chest and her toes did a little dance along his shins. The combination made his prick throb and punch her flat belly.
She giggled softly and writhed. "I'm so glad you came home with me," she whispered. Her voice no longer had that singsong quality. It was husky and deep, filled with eroticism and intimacy.
"I haven't cum yet," he said. "But I just might if you keep wiggling that way. Your body feels great."
"So does yours," she giggled. "I love the feel of your cock between my thighs. I had forgotten how much I like the feel of a man's body. You could have your pick of hot young women. Why did you choose an old woman like me? Did you think I'd be easier to fuck?"
"I'm not sure I made the choice," he laughed. "If I did, it was because you're a vibrant woman, and very sexy. Age has nothing to do with it."
"I know you're lying, and you didn't answer my question, but I like it anyway. Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, if I can."
"Fuck me. Right now, before we do anything else. I need to know that I can cum with a man. You can cum or not, whatever you want. After I cum, we can relax and enjoy ourselves."
"I might disappoint you. I'm no longer a young stud who can go all night."
"Oh, darling, you just might get the surprise of your life tonight!" she trilled.
She kissed him, plunged her tongue into his mouth and let it roam freely. She reached between her legs, squeezed his cock, and moaned with exhilaration. As their tongues dueled, he caressed her bare ass with one hand and fondled one of her plump tit mounds with his other hand.
She moaned lustily into his mouth. Her body burned with excitement. She sat up and looked at her tits. "God, my nipples are so hard!" She leaned over and her large tits swung down. She buried his face between the hefty mounds and shook her chest. The luxurious mounds pummeled his cheeks gently.
She kissed him again and gave him her tongue. She reached back between her thighs and skimmed her delicate fingertips up and down the length of his erect prick. She took her mouth off his and mashed one tit into his face.
He cuddled the resilient mound with both hands and opened his mouth wide. He squeezed her tit, took the nipple, areola and as much of her tit as he could into his mouth. The tip of his tongue cavorted around the circumference of the nipple before he sucked on it.
Kim got on her knees over his face. Her pussy had leaked so much, she knew the lips were dripping. "like the view?" she asked teasingly.
"Love it," Rick said.
"I've never displayed myself so brazenly to a man." She shivered and goose bumps popped out all over her lush body. "Letting you look at my pussy like this makes me feel like a wanton slut."
"A beautiful witch, maybe. You mesmerize me. Just turn loose and enjoy yourself. You deserve it. The lips of your pussy are so wet. Makes my mouth water."
"Hold that thought," she said, feeling bolder and bolder as her fervor increased. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth."
"Be careful," he warned. "Your mouth looks so inviting. Once you get my cock in there, I'm afraid I can't hold back."
"Oh, darling," she said with a chuckle. "I told you that you just might get the surprise of your life tonight. Trust me."
"I do, but I know my own limits."
"Not tonight, you don't!"
Most of her lipstick was on his lips. She ran the tip of one little finger around his mouth. "Thick lipstick turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," he replied eagerly.
She leaned over, took a tube from the table, and repainted her mouth, doing the job perfectly without the aid of a mirror. She gave him a seductive smile and licked her lips.
Teri sat in the corner of the room, naked, concealed by the shadows. The crushed velvet chair felt good on her bare ass. She sipped champagne and idly played with her pussy. So far, neither Rick nor Kim had disappointed her.
Kim's tits swung forward and grazed over his body as she got on her hands and knees and moved down between his legs. Her tongue snaked out and the tip curled around the knob of his stiff cock, making it glisten and shine in the dim blue light.
Rick sat up and watched the horny woman. She looked so tantalizing down there on her knees with her ass in the air and her tits jiggling as she licked his prick all over. Then she began to swallow his stiff rod, slowly lowering her head, eagerly taking every hard inch he had to offer her, until her lips touched his groin.
"Damn, lady, you swallowed the whole fucking thing!" he whispered, his voice laced with passion.
Kim gurgled with exuberance and began to bob her head up and down, twisting it all around, breathing hard as she got more and more turned on. She felt a gallon of juice rush into her cunt. She gobbled his cock with gusto, scraped it with her teeth, teased his balls with delicate fingers, did everything she could think of to make her cocksucking as exciting as possible.