Chapter 7
SHARON HADN'T YET MADE UP HER MIND AS TO the line she was going to use on Floyd Denning. It would have to be similar to the bunch of crap she used on all the husbands, of course, but things would have to be worked a little differently since she was the one setting up the meeting.
It was much easier when all she had to do was be around a house or apartment and let the men come to her. She could flirt, show some flesh, let it be known that she was willingly available, and almost before they knew it the men were paying in one way or another for what they'd thought she'd given so freely.
Now she really felt quite foolish standing on the crowded sidewalk waiting for Floyd to come out of the office building. She just might tell him the truth. Or part of the truth. It wasn't as if the man could be stupid. Not and be a big-shot in one of the largest brokerage firms in the South, even if his father-in-law was the owner, founder, or whatever. What the hell excuse could she use for meeting him? That Dan! Sometimes that husband of hers expected the impossible!
Dan was probably already across the hall with Betty Denning. Maybe even screwing the hell out of the older woman by that time. They'd slept late, had brunch together around eleven o'clock, and now it was ten after twelve. Didn't Floyd take his lunch hour at noon? Maybe she was stupidly standing in front of the wrong building. No. She'd even checked in the telephone book to make sure that-
"Well! What a pleasant surprise this is!"
Sharon smiled at Floyd. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed the tall and lean man approaching. Now what? she asked herself. The silly bit she'd considered using about coming downtown without lunch money would never do. Was that a knowing look in his blue eyes? Had he guessed or sensed that she was out to hustle him?
"I'd like to talk to you," Sharon said, keeping the smile plastered on her face. "It's about my husband and your wife, Floyd, and I thought it better that we talk before I make up my mind about what to do."
Floyd's eyes had been slowly taking in the beauty of Sharon's magnificent figure. She was wearing a curve-hugging white knit dress and white spiked heels. Her long and shapely legs were bare, her truly fabulous breasts were thrusting right at him, and the scent of her perfume and flesh had him wanting to sniff at her lovely femaleness like a little puppy. Or like an old dog, for that matter.
"I'm not sure that I understand," Floyd said, failing to think of anything else to say, knowing by the expression in ' Sharon's beautiful blue eyes that he was expected to say something. But what? Had she found out about her husband cheating and meant to get revenge by doing the same thing. He hoped!
"I think that it would be much better if we went to some place more-well, more private, Floyd. Maybe we could talk while you have lunch. I've already eaten, but-"
"I'm not hungry," Floyd said after Sharon left her sentence hanging. Not for food, he thought. "There's a cocktail lounge down the block. We should be able to find an empty booth even at this hour. They don't serve food, I mean, and since I don't have any pressing business this afternoon I think I'd like to have a liquid lunch."
Sharon smiled and took Floyd's arm. "I'm rather thirsty myself. In fact, I just might get a little tight and prove to my husband that I'm not quite as old-fashioned as he thinks!"
They walked to the cocktail lounge, Floyd hoping that he could get just the right amount of liquor into the golden young beauty, Sharon hoping that she could handle things so that she could get the older man into her without appearing to be a cheap slut.
There was an empty booth in the rear of the rather small drinking establishment. Sharon sat down and Floyd hesitated for several seconds and then sat down on the other side. The cute young waitress was right there, smiling and calling Floyd by name-his last name with a Mister tacked on in front-and he ordered a Scotch on the rocks and looked at Sharon questioningly. Sharon said that she'd have the same, then watched as the waitress wriggled her ass toward the front and the bar.
"You seem to know the girl quite well," Sharon said, leaving her bare knees touching Floyd's trousers. He looked very neat in his charcoal business suit, very dignified, but his eyes upon her breasts reminded her of a little boy gazing longingly at a couple of pieces of candy.
"Not quite as well as I hope to soon," Floyd said, grinning, slowly lifting his eyes from Sharon's poking titties. "What was it you said about your husband and my wife, Sharon? What is it that you feel you have to talk about before making up your mind about what to do. That is what you said, isn't it?"
"Practically the exact words," Sharon said, watching as the girl returned with the drinks, then waiting until Floyd had paid and they were alone again. Or as alone as they could be with the other customers in the place. "Did you know-do you know that Betty steps out on you, Floyd?"
"That's the polite way of putting it," Floyd said, already feeling a slight response in and around his loins from just being with the young beauty. He was almost sure that if he could see her nakedness-golden all over?-then he could get a hard on that would remind him of the old days, his younger days when he didn't have to have special sights or acts.
"Then you won't be surprised-you aren't surprised when I tell you that Dan was with Betty yesterday afternoon? And may be in bed with her right at this moment?"
"If Betty has her way right at this moment, Sharon, then she probably has Dan on top of her. Am I speaking too bluntly?"
"I think that maybe you are," Sharon said, sipping at her drink, deciding that she'd better be kind of lady-like until she saw how things were going. She watched as Floyd lowered his eyes and put the glass to his mouth. "What I mean is-well, I was hoping that we could have our talk without being nasty about it. I'm not used to rough talk, rough words, and even if I do what I've just about decided to do I want that understood right now."
"What have you just about decided to do?" Floyd asked, telling himself to take it slow and easy, to follow the lovely girl's lead, and yet almost sure that Sharon wouldn't be there if she didn't mean to go to bed with him. But what was her angle? Why should she want to screw him when there were so many younger men she could have practically crawling at her feet?
Sharon could see the questions in Floyd's eyes, could almost hear them clicking around in his mind. Or so it seemed. She smiled, hoping that she wouldn't goof things up, realizing that she was trying to deal with a man who'd been around just as much as she had. Maybe even more. Should she drop her innocent act? Should she speak bluntly, after all?
"I guess I am gambling with my future," Sharon said, thinking it best to continue with the innocent jazz for at least a little longer, until she could get a better idea as to how Floyd's mind was working. Aside from the truth that his eyes told her that he'd already mentally raped her several times, of course. "That's the reason I'm-well, asking you, almost begging you, not to let Dan or Betty know that I met you like this. Is that too much to ask, Floyd?"
"No," Floyd said, remembering Betty saying that Dan had told her that Sharon didn't go in for the more erotic acts, wondering what Sharon would say or think if she knew that he'd discussed Dan and Dan's various sexual acrobatics with Betty. He laughed despite himself. It was all rather confusing, really, and wouldn't it be funny if the young couple had some kind of a scheme they were trying to work on him and his overly-sexed wife?
"Did I say something funny?" Sharon asked, frowning. "Maybe we'd better just forget the talk and finish this one drink."
Sharon hadn't moved, Floyd didn't really think that she meant to leave, but all the same it was all he could do to keep from reaching over and grabbing her and holding her in the booth. Or taking her by the hand and running as fast as he could to a hotel room and a bed. He was even quite sure that his prick could be hard practically on a moment's notice. How long had it been since that had happened without the fancy frills? Without even being touched?
"Whatever we say or do will be just between the two of us," Floyd said, deciding that he might not tell Betty anything. "The laughing a few moments ago had to do with my thoughts about my marriage. I'm not enough for Betty.
Sharon. She-"
"Maybe we shouldn't talk about Betty," Sharon interrupted, beginning to get a little bored with the whole deal. Why should she keep making such a simple thing so complicated? Floyd wanted her, she wanted as much money as she could get out of him, and to really get started on anything they'd have to get naked and get on a bed. Or some place where they could screw without it being too uncomfortable.
Floyd finished his drink and they slowly put the glass down, his eyes meeting Sharon's all the while. "What do you want from me, Sharon? I know that Betty has been intimate with your husband. We gave each other complete freedom where sex is concerned a long time ago. The idea might be a little too sophisticated for you to understand, since I am willing to give you the benefit of any doubts I might have about your innocence in such matters, but at the same time I find it rather puzzling as to exactly why you're here talking to me. What did you mean when you said that you were gambling with your future?"
"Dan has been cheating on me almost from the time we got married," Sharon said, deciding to get things to rolling without any more delay. "You might think I'm crazy, it even sounds silly to me as I try to put my feelings into words, but I've never wanted to break my marriage vows. You know? They are-well, very important to me, and Dan knows that. He knows that it's against my principles to cheat on him as he cheats on me, I mean, and he depends on my principles to make me remain true to him. See! See how silly it sounds when I put it in words! Just because he's the only man I've ever had he thinks that I'll never get the nerve to go with another man no matter how many women he has!"
"And now you do have the nerve, Sharon?"
"I think so," Sharon said. "Yes, I think I'm finally getting the nerve to-to pay him back, Floyd."
"Why haven't you left him?" Floyd asked, feeling that there was something wrong about the whole deal, at the same time wanting and willing to believe anything if it meant having the beautiful girl.
"I've been planning to for quite some time," Sharon said, mentally thanking Floyd for an idea that just might work. "I've been saving all the money I could, actually, and when I feel that I have enough to swing it I'll go to Nevada and get a divorce." Sharon wondered if she'd goofed. "But since Dan practically bragged about being with Betty, I've decided to cheat on him right away!"
"Then you're offering to go to bed with me, Sharon? You're willing to leave here right now and go to a hotel room with me?"
Sharon didn't say anything. She gave out with what she hoped was a weak little smile that signified rather reluctant determination to get even with a cheating husband and slipped from the booth. When Floyd quickly stood up and took her by the arm, his fingers squeezing quite hard, she reminded herself that she'd better not forget her pretense at being comparatively innocent.
They walked in silence the three blocks to the nearest hotel. Floyd would've preferred a smaller hotel, one where he knew that no questions would be asked about the lack of luggage, but he didn't want to take any chances on Sharon" changing her mind during the delay getting a cab would cause.
Sharon wanted to tell Floyd how she would've worked it, but she didn't think it wise for her to appear so wise in such matters. Then, because of sudden memories of a similar episode in his own past, Floyd told Sharon to wait just outside the entrance to the lobby. She obeyed, figuring correctly that he'd thought of the simplest way to prevent possible questioning by the clerk and/or a house detective.
When Floyd came out shortly, smiling and showing her a key, Sharon pretended to listen carefully as Floyd told her that their room was on the eighth floor, but that she was to take the elevator to the ninth floor, alone, and then walk down the one flight and he'd be waiting. Sharon told Floyd how clever he was, careful not to lay it on too thick and pretending nervousness; and Floyd cautioned himself about not coming on too fast and too fancy with the young beauty who'd said that she'd only had the one man's prick buried in what just about had to be a sweet, sweet pussy.
Inside the richly-furnished hotel room, with an adjoining bath, Sharon suddenly had to remind herself that Floyd wasn't a John. And Floyd, feeling that he'd hesitated a little too long about taking Sharon into his arms and kissing her full and very sweet-looking lips, chuckled nervously and walked over and sat down on the side of the bed.
"Somehow or other you've managed to make me feel like a young and rather stupid kid, Sharon. Why don't you just kind of lead the way and let me follow?"
"Do you promise not to tell anybody what I might do and say while we're in here, Floyd? I don't like the idea of you discussing me and what we do and say with Betty, that's for sure."
"Don't worry," Floyd said, hoping that he could live up to the promise he just about had to make. "I promise, I mean, and I guess you know that I'd promise just about anything right now. Maybe I should get you to promise not to tell Dan anything. That young fellow just might want to break my-"
"Don't worry about that," Sharon interrupted with a smile. "I've had several secrets all the time that my husband didn't know about. Doesn't know about, I should've said."
"What kind of secrets?" Floyd asked, suddenly wondering if the lovely girl was going to give out with some facts about how she'd been with men-maybe about how she'd done all the thrilling things with men other than her husband. Because Betty had said that Dan had said that Sharon was inhibited. Words to that effect, anyhow.
"I'm talking about secrets in my mind," Sharon said, laughing softly. "Secret thoughts that I've never had the .nerve to tell Dan about. Not that I'm really sure that I'd want to do the many things I've thought about, of course. But I have had crazy dreams, wild daydreams that had me thinking that I'd like to try all kinds of things. You know?"
"Sure," Floyd said, feeling his pecker beginning to respond, suddenly sure that he wouldn't have any difficulty in getting hard and staying hard even if the exciting beauty didn't allow him to do anything except climb aboard. "I guess we all have secret desires, Sharon. It's just that some of us have the courage to do something about them. Meaning, of course, that I'm an experienced man and I'll do anything you want me to do."
"Maybe I'll be able to let myself go with you," Sharon said, watching as Floyd got to his feet. "As I've never been able to do with Dan, I mean. Why don't you undress in the bathroom, Floyd? I'll be ready and waiting and you might bring a towel back with you." She laughed. "I am a married women, you know!"
"And practical," Floyd said, grinning and hurrying into the bathroom, deciding that maybe he had looked a little startled when she'd mentioned the towel. But the remark had seemed to be so much out of character. He certainly hadn't thought that far ahead.
Sharon undressed quickly, feeling the usual surge of mental and physical excitement just before having sex. She also deliberately pushed thoughts of her husband far back in her mind, as was her habit, having discovered that if she concentrated only on the physical pleasures then the time spent with just about any partner was very enjoyable.
When Floyd came out of the bathroom, naked and with his manhood already almost completely aroused, Sharon was in the middle of the bed on her back. Sharon had heard him entering and thought it a good idea to close her eyes. But when she didn't feel him getting onto the bed, or climbing between her parted thighs, she looked to see what he was doing.
Floyd was standing beside the bed, staring, admiring, thinking that he'd never seen a more beautiful female body. The golden flesh was dazzling, as was the exciting blondeness, and it had been years since he'd gotten such a tremendously throbbing erection from just observing. He wondered if he should bury his face between her legs right away. Or would that be rushing things a little too swiftly?
Sharon knew that Floyd wanted to go down on her. And she wanted him to, for that matter. But she thought it best that the more erotic activities be postponed until after the initial milder form or forms of intercourse. After all, she was supposed to be inhibited-and it would be better to work up rather slowly to expressing the wish to live the wild daydreams she'd mentioned.
"I'm ready," Sharon whispered, looking at Floyd's stiff shaft. His tool wasn't as large as Dan's, but she'd almost bet the last dollar she hoped to get from Floyd that he knew exactly how to use what he did have to give the utmost pleasure.
"I'm not sure that I really want you to know how long it had been since I've been this ready this quickly," Floyd said, tossing the towel onto the bed, then reluctantly pulling his gaze from the blonde mound of womanhood. He looked at the large titties, jutting majestically even while Sharon was flat on her back, and he tried to reject the idea that he might be falling in love with the golden beauty before he'd even touched her.
But when he was between the parted thighs, the very smooth and very warm flesh, feeling the smooth fingers guiding his stiff prick between the parted short blonde hairs, Floyd knew-or sensed-that he was hooked even before the blissful contact had been made.
And when that contact was being made, when his rigid cock was slowly slipping into the already moist cunt-when his prick was buried in the truly marvelous pussy-Floyd knew right away that he'd do anything necessary to experience the wondrous sensation again and again. Maybe it wasn't love, he thought a little dimly, but by damn he was already willing to give up all other women just so that he'd be hard and ready each and every time Sharon was available.
Sharon soon found that Floyd did indeed know exactly how to use what he had. He started slowly, seemingly temporarily lost in the glory of invading her inner flesh for the very first time, and she remembered that she was supposed to be cheating on her husband for the first time-and having the second man in her life.
That didn't mean that she was supposed to act like a virgin, of course, but it did mean that it wouldn't be wise to start moving like a free-wheeling sexpot right in the beginning. She'd just coast and let him set the pace. But why do that? Hell, Floyd knew that she'd done plenty of screwing before! It was just the other delightful things she meant to do to and with him later where he might be able to tell that she'd been feeding him a bunch of crap.
"That feels wonderful, Floyd, but aren't you going to kiss me on the mouth?"
Floyd was braced on his hands and arms. He had been lost in the glory of what he was doing. He heard Sharon's words, her question, but he didn't answer with words of his own. He answered by mashing his opened mouth to hers, feverishly lashing his tongue, and speeding the tempo of his prick-probing thrusts.
Sharon returned the passionate kiss, putting her own tongue into heated action, and matched him thrust for thrust. He was riding high, making perfect contact with her expanded clitoris, already causing her to be well on the way toward an orgasm. Just in case he didn't know, she wriggled a little faster to inform him of that truth.
Floyd had felt the telltale throbbing. He broke the tongue-probing kiss, removed his fingers from the taut-tipped titties he'd been kneading, and slipped his hands down to the rounded hips. He knew that he could ride out her first climax, being with and in the golden beauty hadn't rejuvenated him that much, but he decided to try and blast off with her. He slipped his hands on around and under, grasping the wonderfully smooth buttocks-the bouncing and writhing ass-and gave her all he had with ever increasing speed.
But Floyd knew almost immediately that he wasn't going to be able to finish with her. That, he thought hazily, was just a little too much to expect, anyway. He should be satisfied with the way he'd been able to perform without all the usual extra stimulations his jaded flesh and mind required. And it was really best that he didn't make it with her the first time. They had the afternoon before them, the wonderful pleasure-filled hours, and there wasn't anything he wouldn't gladly do to and for the gorgeous girl. Not a thing!
Sensing too late that Floyd wasn't going to climax with her, Sharon was unable to check her own mad dash to fulfillment. Most men, during the very first time they were coupled with her, were fairly fast-and she didn't like it because she'd misjudged Floyd's stamina. Not that it really made all that much difference, of course. It was just that she'd always taken pride in her professional duties-and with all men other than her husband she considered her sexual activities as a profession.
She could've held back if she'd known in time. But maybe it was better to melt so quickly with Floyd. It would probably blend in better with the act she'd started; and it was certain to please Floyd to be left embedded hard and strong in her limpness. Most men got a special bang out of making a woman come without coming themselves.
Sharon didn't try to suppress the soft little moans that began spilling from between her parted lips; nor did she try to halt or slow down the wild movements of her heated body. She arched and wrapped her long legs around Floyd's waist, pumping to and around his plunging prick all the while, aware enough not to do too much damage to his back and shoulders with her fingernails as she toppled over the brink and spasmed into fiery ecstasy.
Floyd made a few more thrusts after Sharon had settled back onto the mattress and then he pushed in and held his cock firmly in place. Betty had told him about Dan's huge cock, and even after all of his many experiences with so many females he was still amazed at the ability of most women to adjust themselves to the size of a man. Sharon's wonderful cunt was a little juicy now, of course, but it was still tight, still fitting snugly around his rigid rod.
"You didn't make it," Sharon said. "Don't you like me? Didn't you like the way I did it, Floyd?"
"On the contrary," Floyd said, gazing into the beautiful blue eyes that were still filmed with passion. "You just might be the best piece I've ever had, Sharon. It's just that since I'm older I'm also slower. I'm crazy about you, really, and I'd like to donate to the fund you're building for your trip to Nevada."
"You make me feel almost like a-a whore," Sharon said. "Maybe that's what I am, anyway. Just because I am letting you screw me like this, I mean. Are you going to teach me other things? Since you've promised not to tell anybody what we do I want to try just about everything. But maybe you'd rather get your gun before you start to-"
Sharon let her words trial off as she realized that she might be talking too much, might even be knocking out all the progress she'd made toward collecting some money. She chewed on her lower lip as Floyd started screwing her again. His eyes were still meeting hers, though, and he didn't seem perturbed because of what she'd said. But why didn't he say something? She could tell that he wasn't even close to starting his final drive.
Floyd suddenly stopped his steady strokes and then just as quickly withdrew. It had entered his mind that Sharon might be whoring with him, might be with him only for a possible financial gain, but he didn't really care if that happened to be the case. He could afford to pay, and would willingly do so-
"I just thought we'd try another position while I'm fresh and strong," Floyd said, seeing the puzzled expression in Sharon's blue eyes. "Is that all right with you?"
"Yes," Sharon said, deciding that she'd better at least prepare the way for making a token protest about taking money. "I'm willing to try just about anything as long as you forget what I jokingly said about feeling like a whore. I like you or I wouldn't be with you, but I've been doing fairly well saving money for my divorce without accepting pay for what I'm finding great pleasure in doing. How are we going to do it now?"
"I'd thought about having you sit on my lap," Floyd said, staring at the blonde triangle. "With you facing and straddling me where I could get my mouth on your lovely titties, I mean. And with my prick buried in your lovely pussy, of course! Do you mind if I talk like that?"
"No," Sharon said. "I find it quite exciting. Are we going to use the side of the bed or a chair?"
"I'm afraid that we're going to have to postpone making that decision and using that position for a few minutes," Floyd said, slowly lowering his face toward the hot crevice he'd so recently explored and enjoyed with his stiff shaft. He exhaled his breath from between his parted lips as he got close to the pink outer lips. "Maybe, since you've never experienced this type of pleasure before, my lovely beauty, you'd better kind of brace yourself."
Sharon lurched to the greedy mouth and then to the greedily delving tongue. She also let out a series of little gasps and grabbed Floyd's surprisingly thick sandy hair with her hands, then dug her fingers into his bobbing scalp.
The older man was very good at the intimate act, she thought. Not as good as Dan, of course, but she really didn't want to ever find a man who'd compare favorably with her darling husband in any fashion.
Sharon moaned quite loudly, lifted her eagerly squirming ass off the mattress, and bluntly told Floyd where she wanted him to put his finger.
Floyd heard and quickly obeyed, thinking rather dimly that the luscious and lustful beauty was losing her inhibitions very rapidly. Next she just might be telling him to shift around where she could get his cock in her mouth and her finger in his hole.
But nothing she did would really make her a liar. She had told about having secret thoughts, wild daydreams, and it was only reasonable to assume that if she'd gotten the nerve to do one thing she'd soon have the nerve to try them all.
Sharon, thinking much the same thing, but also willing to gamble because of the truth that her passions were raging out of control, soon spoke the words that Floyd had been expecting.
And when the shift had been made, the circuit closed, they both forgot about money and love and everything else. There wasn't anything in their private little world except the physical sexual pleasures they both craved and both had to have in one way or another.