Chapter 5
Several days passed and Ray didn't come. Cindy was fit to climb the walls.
Another abortive sex session with Don didn't help in the least. She seemed totally incapable of achieving orgasm with him now-even the soft, fleeting orgasms which she used to know. She had given up any thought of trying to get him to change his ways. She didn't know what she was going to do.
As for Ray, she could have called the company he worked for. Its address and phone number appeared on the receipt he had given her when he took her order for the magazines. But it was clear enough to her now that he wished to drop her, and her pride wouldn't permit her to run after a reluctant man.
Anyway, she didn't want Ray as a person. She wasn't in love with him.
But, God, she needed a change in her life! Either Don would have to become the kind of man she needed, or she would have to look for someone else. When she found the right "someone else," she probably wouldn't be able to continue her farce of a marriage. She wouldn't want to.
Don was aware that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. He had an inflexible and unimaginative idea of sex, and this concept had to suit Cindy, also.
She would settle down after a while, he thought. She just had to get over whatever it was that had upset her. Women were strange. What man could hope to understand them?
On Saturday, it happened that Don was at home alone. Cindy had driven to a nearby shopping center.
Tina Carter, the tenant who lived across the court and had observed Ray's second, lengthy visit to the Mitchells' apartment, also happened to be at home alone that day. Her husband was on the golf course with a business friend.
She was a little irked with him for leaving her alone. When she noted Don prowling around in front of his apartment in shorts and polo shirt, tending to the special flower boxes which Cindy had placed out there, Tina got a naughty idea:
Why not go out and sling some sex at him? Maybe he would go for it.
Better yet-why not invite him into her apartment, as Cindy had invited in the magazine salesman?
Tina figured that her husband, Lee, deserved to get two-timed, considering the way he had neglected her lately for his stupid golf.
She and Lee had a different kind of relationship than the Mitchells had. They were a different kind of people, in fact. They were several years older and they had both played around widely before they were marriedand since their marriage. Lee had caught Tina at it the last time, and she had been surprised at the sense of satisfaction this had given her. Of course, he had raved and carried on, threatening to walk out and all. But he hadn't walked. In fact, their marriage had taken a sudden turn for the better right after that: he had started screwing her every blessed night, and, when she had told him how much better he was at screwing than her boy friend had been, he seemed actually pleased!
Lately their marriage had begun once more to wane a little. Perhaps another adulterous interlude was just what they needed. In the back of her mind, she was assuming-and hoping-that Lee would catch her at it, as he had before, but this she didn't consciously admit to herself.
Tina was a good-looking young woman-tall, lithe and black-haired, with dark eyes to match. Her figure wasn't as rounded as Cindy's, whom Tina regarded as on the plump side.
Today Tina wore slim, checkered pants, which looked marvelous on her, and a rather bulky green top. Under the top, her tits were unbrassiered. Tina frequently went without a bra, because her breasts were tight and small.
She strolled out to where Don was watering the flower boxes and purred, "Hi, neighbor."
He turned and looked at her, then grinned in a handsome, boyish way. "How are you, Mrs. Carter?"
"Oh, please ... drop the Mrs. Carter bit. I'm Tina. You're Don. Right?"
"Yeah." He grinned harder.
"Look ... you wouldn't happen to be a little thirsty, standing out here in the sun, would you?"
Hey, what WAS this? he thought. But whatever it was, he liked it.
He said, "I am, a little. Maybe I'm just envying the flowers. They're getting theirs."
"But that's only water. How would a beer go?"
"Sounds great." A little excitement was rising inside him.
"Come on in then, as soon as you're through. I've got so much beer in the refrigerator, it's getting in my way. Maybe together we can dispose of a few bottles."
He wanted to ask her about her husband. But, of course, he didn't. He knew Lee Carter wasn't at home. He had seen him leave with his golf clubs about an hour ago.
Tina gave him a friendly wink and turned to walk back into her apartment. He watched the tight twisting of her buttocks.
Goddamn! This was an unexpected turn of events!
Don was human enough to appreciate a strange woman's interest in him. Merely because he was married and took a rather strict view of sex didn't make him oblivious to the charms of other women.
Furthermore, since his whole concept of sex was one of service to the male rather than a mutuality of rights and pleasures, he wasn't averse to the idea of extramarital prowling by husbands. He hadn't yet considered doing it himself, principally because an inviting set of circumstances hadn't arisen.
But now...
When he entered the Carters' apartment, it was not with the conscious intention of screwing Tina before he left. However, his nature and the circumstances conspired, with Tina's help.
The beer was good, and it relaxed him. Tina was very friendly. They got acquainted quickly. Two beers became three, and relaxation turned into a mild state of alcoholic abandon.
Suddenly Tina dropped onto his lap, laughing.
It was natural as rain that he should kiss her, and it seemed almost innocent. But when she quickly gripped him around the neck and began to flutter her slippery little tongue tip in and out of his mouth, innocence gave way to urgency.
Don's cock hardened against Tina's bottom.
There was no way to keep things from running their full course after that, with Tina helping them along.
A swipe of Don's hand across the front of her bulky blouse found her taut titties free underneath it. "Baby...! " he growled and ran his hand under her blouse at her waist, sliding it up her bare front to cup one hard-nippled breast, then the other.
It was stimulating to touch and toy with a pair of small, tight boobs after seven months of playing with Cindy's fuller, softer ones.
"Take my blouse off," Tina suggested throatily.
A note of caution entered Don's mind at that moment. "Your husband isn't apt to be back soon, is he?"
"Don't worry about him," Tina said. "He'll be on the golf course for the rest of the afternoon."
Don gave a thought to Cindy. But she was apt to be away for quite a while, also, since she had the car for her own use only on Saturdays.
The conclusion was that he had time to take Tina, if that was what she wanted. That he certainly wanted it was proved by his risen dick.
Her blouse came up and off, over her head. She shook her long, black hair back into place, and her cute little breasts vibrated. Their dark nipples stuck out and upward pertly. Don caught them between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed.
"Oh, that hurts good!" Tina said and took a nip at his mouth to spur him on to greater sadomasochistic play."
But Don didn't pick up the cue. His very narrow attitude toward sex asserted itself, as usual.
He swept Tina up in his arms, finding her lighter than Cindy, in suite of her height, and he carried her to the couch. She laughed as he put her down on it, and she kicked her sleeky-panted legs at him.
"You sweet devil," he said and grasped her pants at the top.
He pulled them all the way down, in a single clean sweep, and gazed with approval at the green bikini briefs which swathed her loins.
She laughed some more and kicked at him more aggressively. He fended off her feet at first, but his staring at her crotch, where her snug panties pulled taut in the creases of her flesh, allowed her to land a rather hard blow to his middle.
"Hey, take it easy!" he said, the smile leaving his face.
"What's the matter?" she chided. "Can't big mans take it?"
She's drunk, he thought. She probably was drinking before I came in here.
What she needs is a stiff prick up her hole. And I've got just the prick to do the job.
He quickly grasped her slim, tanned legs and held them together while he groped for a double handhold on her panties. She kept struggling playfully, but he overcame that with ease, grasping her briefs and pulling them down.
Tina's vulva was adorned with a beautiful coat of black hair. She watched his eyes as he looked at it, and she lifted her legs again, opening them. Her labia ma-jora were quite full and didn't part even when her thighs were widely parted.
Don stood looking at the pussy display as he opened the top of his shorts and stripped the shorts down. His briefs quickly followed.
Tina was pleased with the size of his prick and the way it snapped to rigid extension as soon as it was in the open. The pink tip of the glans was trying to break through the circling lip of foreskin.
Don immediately got onto his knees on the sofa, between her thighs.
"Hey, what's the hurry?" she chirped.
But he paid no attention, merely grasping his rod and pointing it into her cunt. He pushed, sinking it about halfway.
"Mmmmm!" Tina said.
The thrust had hurt, considering her relatively dry state, but hurts like that pleased Tina when she was in a raunchy mood, so she didn't protest.
Don pulled and thrust again, going a little deeper and hurting her a little more.
"Lover!" she exclaimed and grasped him at the back, digging in with her claws.
"Ouch!" he said as he pumped up and down in her quim, more shallowly now.
"Do it, bastard!" she exhorted and clawed him some more.
He did it, hard and briskly. Tina's discomfort eased as she became more wet and open. His vigorous attack was quite stimulating to her. She hooked her limber legs around the backs of his hairy thighs and pulled, trying to bring him into firmer contact with her clit.
However, that didn't work. He didn't move up. He just kept pistoning short and hard.
"Oooh, Don! Damn it! Screw me, you animal!"
Her use of the dirty word stimulated him and he moved faster and faster.
He came.
"Noooooodh!" she shrieked.
But he was twitching and spurting in her warm cove. It was over.
Tina had screwed around enough with men of all types so that she wasn't surprised by what had happened. And her failure to achieve an orgasm the first time didn't anger her. She quickly adjusted to it.
"Mmmmmm, eager boy!" she exclaimed as he lay against her and she held him around the back.
"You ... didn't make it?" he breathed hoarsely at her ear.
"I will, don't worry. Stay where you are. I'll see if I can stiffen you up."
She began to rock her pelvis gently, which imparted to his softened organ a stimulating massage.
He wasn't interested in screwing her again, however. There was a chance that Cindy might get home earlier than usual and, if she were to catch him coming out of Tina's apartment with a guilty look on his face, he would be had.
"That feels pretty good, honey," he said to Tina, "but we'll have to take a rain check. My wife might get home at any time, and so might your husband."
"Nonsense," she breathed. "Come on. Get hard. Mama needs a real good screwing."
Again her use of the dirty word got to him but not sufficiently to stiffen his dick.
He started to pull away, but she held him for dear life, with arms and legs.
"Hey, mister! Stay with me, hmmm?" "Honey, I wish I could." "You had damned well better!"
He lifted his head and looked her in the face. She meant it. There was no mistaking the glint in her dark eyes or the firm set of her lips.
"Look ... I'm sorry you didn't get there."
"Then do something about it, will you? Move a little. Try to stiffen up. Just don't let your dickie slip out or we'll never get it back in, the way it is now."
Don decided he had better humor her. But, goddamn, would his ass be in a sling if Cindy were to come home and catch him in there!
He started moving a little in her quim as she circled and bumped.
"Do dirty words help you?" she asked. "They do Lee."
"Well..." The idea appealed to him, but he hesitated to admit he had such a childish fixation.
"Let's try, hm?" she murmured, moving smoothly around his not-yet-workman-like penis.
She said in a soft, sultry voice, "Screw me, baby. Make your prick get hard. I want your prick to be big and stiff. Make your prick stiff for mama."
It throbbed a little and Don felt a definite surge of pleasure.
"Maybe it would help if you said the words to me," she suggested.
He wasn't in the habit of talking that way to a woman, even during sex. He and Cindy never used such words. But now he said hesitantly:
"You've got a nice warm little cunt."
"Ooh, my cunt-likes you! It-likes your cock."
He twitched and stiffened a little. "Damn! My cock-likes you, too."
"Do you have any more cream in your balls, baby?" she asked.
"I hope so!" He bumped and his rod stiffened more.
She kept grinding her organ around him. "Get stiff, cock!" she ordered. "Get stiff and screw mama!"
"Damn, I want to screw you!" he growled. He stiffened further.
He was almost stiff enough now.
"Screw, screw, screw!" Tina exclaimed.
"Yeah, baby!" he panted, going at her a little stronger.
"Shit!" she said.
He pumped in and out of her.
She clamped on tighter to the backs of his thighs and rode with him. She kept breathing harshly in his ear, "Screw ... screw ... screw..."
"Yeah ... screw!" he exclaimed and went at her furiously.
Tina hadn't expected him to start moving so fast so quickly again, and she whined in alarm. She moved rapidly, also, desperately seeking to tie him at the finish line.
He pumped in and out of her. She was very wet now, and his prick made a sucking, splashing sound in her cunt. He was bouncing up and down above her, and her hips bounced like rubber balls beneath him. The couch creaked and groaned in rapid tempo.
Tina's eyes were tightly closed and her face was screwed up. She hung onto him fiercely with her arms and legs as she slung her hot pussy up to sheath his rhythmic lunges. If only he were hitting her clit better! But she didn't dare interrupt the stroking to try and get herself into a better position now.
She moved rapidly, hoping and hoping.
She felt him tighten, growl and let go. She wailed, bouncing her cunt fiercely.
She caught a climax by her fingernails, and she shook as his twitches slackened off within her.
She sighed.
Nothing was said between them about how speedy he was both times, and he concluded that he had performed well. He felt pleased with himself.
Tina was satisfied. It hadn't been the greatest, but the fact that it had been a forbidden romp pleased her. She might have been even more pleased if her husband had walked in during the midst of it, but that hadn't happened.
She went to the bathroom to clean herself up and, while she was gone, Don dressed hurriedly.
She returned in the nude and gathered up her clothes. He watched her lean, lithe body move. She had a wicked thrust to her hips, he recalled pleasurably.
"Well, I've gotta get out of here," he said. "It isn't safe for me to hang around."
"What are you afraid of? Can't you handle that little wife of yours?" Tina asked.
"Sure. But I'd rather not have her find out about this."
"Okay. Bye-bye." Tina moved up and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"Can we do this again some time?" he asked. "Sure. Why not?"
After he had left, she got to thinking about Cindy. It was clear enough now why she had entertained that magazine salesman. The poor girl. If Lee couldn't make love any better than Don, Tina wouldn't have put up with him at all.