Chapter 2
On the top floor of the building in the complex directly across from the one in which the Martins lived, Hank Rollins sat comfortably in a thickly padded, patio chair with a drink in his hand. Placing his drink on the table beside him after a lingering swallow, he arched himself up and approached the corner of the penthouse roof. He wore a contoured fitting, bright orange swimsuit, his tall, muscular frame visible evidence of the care which he took to keep himself in shape. Hank was very athletic and an active sportsman. He stretched out his arms, expanding his wide, firm chest, and took a deep breath of fresh air.
There she was! Suddenly in front of him a few floors below was a vision of black and white stretched out on a large bath towel on one of the neighboring terraces in the recently opened ultramodern building across the way. He stood there, fascinated, as she sat up and began to remove the top of her swimsuit. Hank could not move and riveted his eyes on the beautiful shape below. He could see her, clearly, as she took off the bikini top, her rounded creamy breasts completely exposed to his obviously leering stare.
Wow, is that beautiful, he thought. I'd sure like to get my hands on that. How can I find out whose gorgeous tits those belong to?
His gaze intensified as she poured oil into her hand from a bottle and carefully rubbed it into her succulent white flesh, cupping the orbs in her hands and applying the liquid evenly on them in slow circular movements that accentuated the curved smoothness of those inviting, perfectly shaped breasts.
She now moved and rose to her feet; with a quick movement she leaned over and quickly removed the bikini bottoms. Hank's eyes widened as he concentrated his attention to the luscious creature before him. He felt the need soaring in his testacies, his blood pumping hard through his veins, and the hardening of his penis throbbing with sensations of pleasure and desire.
His eyes were fixed on the dark triangle at her thighs which was the only darkened spot on her voluptuous body. Hank watched, an intense expression knitting his forehead, as she continued to rub the suntan oil over the swell of her thighs and the firm shapely flesh of her rounded buttocks. Completing the preparatory ritual for basking in the sun drenched morning, the girl lay back down on her towel, face-up to expose her nude body to the tanning rays overhead.
Hank Rollins was not aware of Susan as she padded softly across the concrete floor of the penthouse roof toward him. Actually, he was not aware of her until she came up close behind him and placed her hands around his neck. She leaned closely and peered over to see what it was that commanded his attention so completely. The tall, advertising executive turned his head, placing his finger to his lips to warn her to keep still and turned back to enjoy the thrill of the young nude beauty who was sunbathing on the terrace in the building opposite.
"Could that be Juliet?" Susan asked, critically.
Hank retorted quickly, "Well ... I'm not Romeo, but that doesn't disqualify me from looking and admiring! Do you know who she is?"
I think I'm a little afraid to give you any details," she pouted.
"What an incredible body ... I'd love to meet her ... she's fascinating ... c'mon what's her name?"
"Oh, hell ... you'll be sure to find out anyway. Her name is Alice . . . Alice Martin. She's married to a broker who works for Ed." Susan knew there was no point in keeping this information from him.
"Well ... isn't that interesting. What a nice cozy little family ... and that sexy broad is one of us!"
Exasperated because he was taking such an interest in the girl on the terrace, Susan pulled Hank around and reached behind her. She gingerly unfastened her bra-top and tossed it across the terrace, exposing her own deeply tanned, magnificent breasts to his view.
"These aren't too bad, are they?" she quipped, a sly smile forming on her lips.
Ignoring her question, Hank grabbed her into his arms, smashing the mounded hemispheres of her womanliness to his hard chest. He lowered his head to accept her hot, wet and eager lips, her long tongue coming into his mouth, searchingly, her hands moving knowingly, confidently on his body as she aroused the desire in him.
Hank felt the heat of her loins gently swaying up and down against his now fully enlarged cock that strained upward and forward against the confining pocket of the supporter which he wore inside his trunks.
"Let's go back inside," he commanded anxiously, guiding her away from the rooftop.
She lingered to retrieve her bra, and Hank turned to admire the womanly body in front of him. He was always fascinated by her slinky, animal grace. As they reached the door, he put his arms around her and pulling her to him, reached up and grasped her velvet-skinned breasts in his hands, a surge of electricity shooting up inside of him as he fingered the smooth, even flesh. His body surged with excitement, as all his desire for her concentrated itself in the painfully hard flesh of his awakened and imprisoned penis. He slammed his pelvis into her backside as they made their way tandem-like through the sliding glass door into the luxurious living room.
As soon as they were inside, his hands left her breasts and moved swiftly to the elastic waistband of her transparent underpants. He stripped them from her. Signaling her approval, Susan stepped free of the soft cloth, turning toward him, her body inviting, eyes glistening with passionate desire, long blond hair cascading down over her smooth back.
"It's your turn now," she murmured, reaching out her hands.
She untied the draw string of his trunks and eagerly clawed the trunks and supporter from his body. He kicked the constraining garments into a corner, as her knowing hands reached lustfully for his manhood, gripping the steely hard flesh of his cock and smoothing back the foreskin to admire the blood engorged head. Spreading her legs apart, she brought his long, firm rod toward her, inserting it between her legs. Tightly mounted, she slowly began to move her hips back and forth a number of times, her eager clitoris slipping along the length of him. Opening her mouth, she stood on tiptoes, offering it to him for a deep kiss. The passionate and tingling sensations pervaded her ... she wanted him. She didn't want to wait any longer. She needed his strong cock inside her! Her angular legs gripped tightly around his shaft as he took her into his arms.
Meeting her lips, Hank locked his mouth to hers and began to shuffle their bodies toward the sofa, his aroused senses marveling at the sexuality she exuded and burning with lustful desire. Her crotch was alive on his prick as her legs moved delicately, knowingly to urge him on even more.
The backs of her legs felt the edge of the sofa which they had used so pleasurably during moments like this. She understood what he had in mind, but she didn't want it that way ... didn't need it now. Her need for his manhood Vas digging in her, and the hunger inside was too great to be denied instant gratification. It was time ... she was all ready now! She could feel the inner ring of vaginal muscles contract within, signaling the frenzy of her desire.
"Don't bother with that ... darling," she implored.
"But, I... want to," he answered.
"No, Hank ... I don't need your tongue," she whispered. "I'm all ready ... and more than just ready. Take me ... fuck me! Give it to me ... now!"
"Right now . . . without any build-up or preliminaries?" he asked.
"I just want you right now.' Put your cock in! Fuck me ... quick," she wailed desperately.
She slid out of his arms away from the sofa and sank down to the thick, piled carpet, her legs splaying out obscenely, as she elevated her hips upward toward him, rolling them invitingly, the viscous moistness of her cunt gleaming on the exposed, violet flesh of her inner lips and the mouth of the blond-lined channel beckoning to him, communicating the silent language of lusting, wild sexual desire.
He lowered his strong frame down between her widespread legs, his firm, erect prick, the tumescent red head of it moist with preparatory lubricant, worked its way into the taught vaginal slit and she arched upwards to guide its entrance, her quick breaths expelling in sighs of satisfaction as he flexed his hips forward and drove the instrument of his manhood deep into the warmth of her lubricating canal. She strove forward to meet him, her tight, sex crazed pussy sucking in and enveloping the length of that magnificent phallus completely.
Pausing as he completed his first thrust, Hank expanded his penis and was engulfed in the wild sensations set off inside him as he felt her vagina squeezing him in rhythmic movement. He couldn't understand her. He had to find out.
"Why a hurry ... so fast, Susan?" he whispered in her ear.
"It must be ... I guess, jealousy," she moaned back.
He asked incredulously, "of whom?"
"That girl advertising outside . . . Alice . , . I hate that little bitch!" "But that's . .. ridiculous. I was only looking . .."
"Ridiculous or not ... I don't enjoy your lusting at some other woman," she responded. "Come on ... more ... fuck me!"
Again, her hips began to move under him, absorbing and expelling his cock into her already moistened cunt, her pubic hair becoming drenched from the sweat of his body and the walls of her channel tightened and relaxed their hold on his organ with regular and controlled muscular contractions.
The continued insistence of her body urged him on to more, the sensations growing ever more demanding. Hank could feel his prick becoming longer, harder and larger, and he began to move rhythmically with her in slow, long even strokes, coming out of her clinging flesh until only the head remained inside, then lunging back with a strong ramming thrust that mashed their pubic bones together. With a steady and gradual motion, he increased the speed and depth of his strokes, as her breath Began to come in interrupted, jerky gasps.
Suddenly, the telephone rang!
"Damn it!" she screamed out.
"Ignore it... let it ring," he insisted.
The continued ring of the phone resounded in the room.
"You know I want to ... "but I have to answer it," she moaned. "You know who it might be."
Hank Rollins groaned in frustration, pulled his cock from her contracted cunt with a faint, wet, popping sound and rolled off from atop her to lie on his back. She scrambled hastily to her feet taking a deep breath and went to the insistently ringing telephone and lifted it to her ear.
"Hello," she said soothingly.
The voice of a long-distance operator came through the wire. "Mrs. Edgar Reynolds ... I have a collect call from Mr. Reynolds . . . will you accept?"
Hank watched her animated expression as it registered surprise, relief, elation and annoyance. He had already guessed that it was her husband, and his eyes swept over the rest of her nude, shapely, curvaceous body, as she stood fingering the cord of the telephone like a jungle cat. This phone call was not going to interrupt their fun, he thought!!
"Yes," she replied to the operator; then, she turned to Hank, covering the mouthpiece with the palm of her hand, she whispered, "It's Ed!"
He signaled his understanding, impatiently.
Her eyes were on Hank as she spoke into the phone. "Hi, Ed. Yes, honey ... fine ... everything's OK.... What? Yes ... just fine ...
Hank had raised himself from off the floor and made his way over beside her. Leaning down, he kissed the back of her neck and caressed her thighs.
Ed Reynolds' voice was distant, faint over the telephone. "I'm stuck up here in Boston ... thought that I'd better alert you and let you know I won't make it back today."
The self-assured advertising man put his arms around her, his fingers stroking the voluptuous texture of her breasts. He rubbed and kneaded them, forcing the nipples that had begun to retract to swell again, elongating and drawing the areola up tight and wrinkled.
"When ... will you ... get back?" she asked her husband.
"I can't really tell yet ... probably sometime tomorrow morning, maybe, " Ed guessed.
Her lover's hands moved down over her smooth stomach and over the gentle curves of her thighs, then to her buttocks which he cupped in his long fingers, massaging the half-moons with a gentle, lifting, pinching motion. Finally, his searching hands found her crotch, an extended finger dipping into the canopy of her clitoris, teasing it, also, to erectness, once again.
Susan could not concentrate and she felt the surge of sensation that balled itself and aroused her crotch where Hank's finger stroked the delicate tissues of her femaleness. She covered the mouthpiece of the telephone, turned to him and pleaded, "Hank ... for god's sakes ... please."
"You'll let me know, darling . . . ?" she said into the phone.
Hank eased her body over the table on which the phone sat until her arms rested upon it and her body arched back toward him for easy access to her genitals from the rear. Reaching down and guiding his hardened cock with his hand, he began to insert the bulbous head into the viscous moistness of her velvet lined cunt. An involuntary cry escaped her as he entered.
"What's wrong, Susan?" her husband boomed through the receiver.
"I ... think that .... something boiled over on the stove," she replied, trying to cover herself.
Hank's long, hard penis entered her vaginal cavern, and her hips responded instinctively, taking all of him, writhing with the pleasure of being full of his throbbing maleness. Her thoughts made her feeling even stronger as she contemplated the perverse thrill of being fucked by one man as she spoke to her husband over the telephone. There was something wicked and exciting about this and the sexual pleasure she felt inside soared.
I wonder ... if I could ever let myself find out what it would be like to fuck another man ... with Ed watching, she thought to herself.
It was as if Susan had been totally unaware of what Ed had been saying for the last several moments, her concentration was fixed on the tingle in her crotch as Sam pumped in and out of her with strong, deep pulsating strokes.
She started slightly as Ed's voice came over the line and said, "I'd ... better let you go take care of that mess on the stove. I'll call and let you know when I'm starting back."
"O.K. honey. Don't be too long," she murmured.
As she placed the receiver in place, Hank's immense cock drove into her with even stronger force, making its way to the depths of her flaming cunt. She gasped and felt that she couldn't wait too much longer ... her orgasm was near. Her breathing in- creased and came hard and quick. Her body sank and she hovered on the carpeted floor balanced on her hands and knees, Hank following her, making sure that his prick did not slip out for an instant as he plunged in and out vigorously.
He felt the feverish excitement of approaching ejaculation. His hands gripped? Susan's hips and the muscles of his arms strained to pull her body back toward him as the driving force of his body increased, slamming the rock-hard meat of his rod even deeper and longer into her receptive opening. He could feel the semen welling up in his swollen testicles, eager to shoot through him, the pleasurable pain of his excruciating need to come becoming more acute, burning like acid at the base of his prick.
Thrusting her hips back at him, Susan fucked with wild abandon, her loins aflame with passion. She felt her body stinging with the need to burst; She was wild with desire to come ... wanting it ... needing it now.
"More ... hard ... fuck me ... fuck me ... I'm ready to come!" she moaned, her voice trembling.
"Help me, baby ... fuck me back," Hank hissed, sweat pouring down his back.
Susan leaned back against his body, responding to his thrusts with a slithering, backward movement, taking all of him into her fiery cunt and feeling the rubbery, blood-engorged head as it nuzzled her uterus. She became a rocket which was racing through the sky to some distant planet; suddenly, it was as though there has been an explosion and she was being hurled downward in space. She could feel the orgasm as her body once again made contact with earth. It was as if Hank's cock had become the rocket and her cunt the pathway to outer space. Her body shook and convulsed as wave and wave of orgasm sensations came over her.
"OOOhhh mmmyyy gggooodd!" she screamed.
"Illiimmmmm CCuuuummmmiinnggg!"
Surging into her for several more piston-like thrusts, Hank plundered her, as he, too, began to feel it begin for him, deep in his balls. His testicles exploded, and the white, hot, viscous semen spewed from him in deep jets into the soft, wet channel of her pussy. He was drained from the thrusting activity but as his stiff prick remained in her cavity, his spasms continued for several moments, the sensations electric and full. Finally, he collapsed with a loud, sighing moan, his body weight pinning her back flat on her stomach amidst the rich, thick-pile of her living room carpet.
A few minutes passed before Susan Reynolds was able to stir.
"I wasn't sure that I could do it," she said.
"What're you talking about ... do what?" Hank asked, reviving somewhat.
"Well ... fuck while ... I was talking to Ed on the telephone," she replied. "It seemed ... so ... so wicked."
"Oh, hell ... you know better than that," he responded dryly.
"You're not going to leave now?" she asked.
"No ... I'll call Julie," he added, shifting his body slightly.
"Do you think that she suspects," Susan asked, curious.
"Oh, probably. It wouldn't really matter. She's got her own habits and hang-ups," he answered, a trace of anger evident in his voice.
"Hank ... ? " Susan purred.
."What... now?" He was suspicious.
"What are we going to do? When are we going to be able to be together ... for good?" Susan knew she shouldn't be bringing this up again now.
"After the merger," he answered. "You know I can't take any chances until the deal is complete ... any gossip or scandal could kill the whole thing." How many times had he repeated this to her!
"I've thought of a way that will force Ed to agree to a divorce ..." she said. "I'm going to ..."
"Not now ... tell me later!" he said, pulling his shrinking penis out of her and standing up in front of her. His eyes gazed at her cloven cunt and the gleaming crops of creamy semen he had injected there.
"I'm hungry," he said, reaching over and helping her to her feet.
She held her hands between her legs, preventing her opening from dripping and hovered toward the large bedroom down the hall.
Hesitating before she entered the bedroom, she turned her head and smiling, remonstrated, "Men are alike. The only two things you ever think about are eating ... and fucking!"
Hank's eyes had followed her shapely body as it meandered down the hallway. Turning to the terrace door, he opened it and stepped onto the roof garden, ignoring his own nudity. He walked to the edge of the roof and peered out toward the terrace below in the building opposite. His eyes searched the area but the sexy beauty was gone, and the terrace deserted.
"Damn it!" he cussed to himself. "She's gone!"
Irritated that this little piece was no longer on display, he grabbed his swim trunks and made his way toward the guest bathroom for a refreshing shower. He had decided that this was going to be one of those sex-filled days with Susan. He was eager at the prospect, but this new girl he had seen kept gnawing at his thoughts.
Susan's quite a gal ... but ... that black haired beauty. I wonder . . . ? What was that name Susan had told him? Alice ... Alice Martin. Yes, that was it! And her husband works for good old Ed Reynolds . . . hmm. What a lovely woman! Yes, she is sure a beautiful woman!
Alice Martin stared down at the disfiguring, ugly, blue and purple bruises on her smooth flesh. She rubbed lotion into her bare swollen breasts distinctly aware of the soreness in them. Her smooth flesh ached where Frank had pulled and dug his fingers into her ... the night before.
She did not want to think about or remember last night. It was just another of so many they had spent together during their short marriage.
Pulling herself up, she pushed down her thoughts and reaching over, stripped off her bikini bottoms. Her body glistened from the suntan lotion she had caressingly applied, and she laid back down on the thick towel to absorb the morning sun. Her thoughts were clouded with ugly memories again and she couldn't force them back.
Her unhappy reverie was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the front door buzzer. She jumped up, reached for but dropped her bikini top, and ran inside throwing on her bathrobe instead. Pulling the cloth garment tight around her with the belt, she hurried toward the insistent buzz and unlocking the latch, threw open the door.
"Mrs. Martin?" a stout, hairy man in work clothes inquired.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Martin," she replied.
"We're from the Plaze Mall delivery service," he said directly, but his eyes lingered hungrily over the mounds of her breasts which fell loosely in her robe.
"Oh, yes ... the new console we're expecting," she said. "Please bring it right in here ..."
He disappeared for a few moments but soon returned, easing the new purchase through the opened door with the assistance of a trim young man with long dark hair and a curled mustache. They set the large unit down in the center of the room and began carrying out the smaller TV set which Alice had turned in as a trade. Placing the old set down in the hall, the younger of the two men mumbled, "Did you get a look at the size of those tits?" The older man grunted and added, "She's not even wearing a bra!"
"How can you be sure?" the young boy asked.
"C'mon, I'll prove it to you," the other laughed.
They re-entered the apartment and found Alice standing next to the new console rubbing her hand along the smooth wood finish.
"Where would you like to put it?" the older man asked.
"In that corner over there," Alice replied, with a feeling of great satisfaction.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, as the two men lifted the console into the corner.
The young head full of hair fixed his gaze toward her and his eyes burned through her robe as Alice suddenly realized that he was trying to mentally undress her. She suddenly turned away from him, tightening the belt of her robe, angry that he was behaving so boldly here in the middle of her own living room.
He continued to stare at her as the older man worked with the instruments and adjusted the fuzzy images that began to appear on the screen. In a few moments the TV screen glowed with a perfect picture and turning it off, the man's finger adjusted another knob and the room was filled with loud, palpitating rock music.
"Well ... how do you like this?" the delivery man asked, grinning.
"It ... it works fine ... I'm delighted!" Alice responded. She felt uncomfortable and was anxious for them to leave.
"All you have to do is just sign .. . here ... for the delivery and it's all yours," he said, lifting up a delivery receipt attached to a clip-board toward her.
She reached out for it with her hand but before it was securely in her grasp, he let it fall to the ground. Spontaneously, Alice leaned forward to grab hold of it, embarrassed at her clumsiness. The pressure on her belt increased and her robe suddenly fell back to her sides, exposing her nude body to the two men. They drank in the vision of her full, rounded breasts and the mound of black curly hair at the apex of her legs. Alice flushed and gasped, feeling that she had been duped. Gathering her robe around her again, she straightened and stood back before them.
"How clumsy ... of me," she uttered, turning to avoid the lusting stares of the workmen in front of her.
The older man leaned over and stooping to pick up the receipt and the clip-board said, "Sorry ... it must have slipped out of my ..."
Alice carefully took the document from his hand and walking back, sat slowly and methodically down onto the sofa, the men watching her every move. She quickly signed the sheet and led them quickly to the front door.
After they had left, Alice was aware that her face flushed red and felt hot and that her heart was pounding. Yes, she was irritated that these two strange men had seen her nudity but another sensation mingled with her shame. She could not understand or explain this new feeling to herself. It was a feeling if desire ... of hunger ... of desire. What could it be? Had she actually partly enjoyed having a man admire her body? Was it that she wanted a man to be affected by seeing her body? That couldn't be possible .. . Why would she want that? But, once again, the slight tingling sensation that she had felt when she first became aware of the strange eyes on her body ran through her ... a shiver that ran up and down her spine and gave her a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and a slight electrical charge in her loins. She tried to shake off this strange, new feeling but she was flooded with a warm, pleasurable flash.
Finally regaining her composure, Alice walked to the console and emphatically flicked off the radio dial. Are all men the same? she wondered. Always staring ... always trying to see through your clothes ... or up your dress. It's disgusting! Do they ever think of anything else but sex? They're just like Frank. Frank always wants it . . . he's always after me ... wanting to see and use my body ... whenever he wants it! Why couldn't he just make love to me tenderly ... once ... make me enjoy it ... make me want it as much as he does. What would it be like to have a" climax with him ... to share it with him ... if only he would love me ... a little.
Her face was wet and tears rolled down her cheeks as she sank bown into a chair and buried her face in her hands. She looked up, and as she stared at the new console a series of fleeting thoughts rushed before her.
That young delivery man ... with the long hair. His gaze had been so penetrating ... so hard ... so intense! No man has ever seen my body before ... except Frank ... and the doctor ... but a total stranger ... and his eyes were so hungry. I'm so ashamed ... but... I wonder ... his stare ... his desire . . . would some other man treat me differently ... would someone ... like the delivery man ... be different than Frank ...
Alice was appalled! What was she thinking about? What was the matter with her? She was Mrs. Frank Martin ... a married woman ... the wife of another man. She had taken the sacred vow of marriage! How could she even consider breaking her holy vows ... the sacred marital vows that she had looked forward to repeating for so many years! She was a married woman ... irrevocably married ... and it was a breach of the commandments for her ... for any married woman to think of having carnal relations with another man.
What is the matter with me! My god, what am I thinking about! It's impossible. I don't understand ... what's wrong with me. I must be going ... off the deep end.
Alice shrugged all these gnawing thoughts from her mind and walked into the bathroom, washing the dried tears from her face. As she patted her face dry with a towel, another dark cloud came over her. What am I going to say to Frank about the new console sitting in the living room?