Chapter 3
"Shove off, buddy, or I'll call the cops," the doorman said aggressively, hunching his shoulders in a menacing, way.
"Look mister, I only want to find out where Miss Wallace lives. That's not a crime, is it?"
Don stared mutely at the bad-tempered man who refused to divulge any information about the blonde stripper other than the fact that tonight was her night off.
"I was here last night ... don't you remember, I got in free because I was a friend of Wanda's...."
"Well, you're not getting in free tonight. Five dollars and that includes the first drink!"
Don was dejected. There didn't seem any way of making the doorman speak and yet he must have an idea where the lovely blonde lived. Then he thought of something.
"Listen, buddy, you know I'm a friend of Wanda's," he said slyly, reaching into his back pocket and unobtrusively extracting a ten-dollar bill. The doorman's eyes lit up when he saw the money and the expression on his face changed.
"Come to think of it," he drawled, cleverly accepting the outstretched bill without making it too obvious, "I do seem to recall you arriving here last night with Wanda. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a little visit from you over where she lives in the Wanderly Apartments on Bissell Street."
"Thanks a lot, pal," Don shouted as he hurried away from the club. He knew where the street was and when he got there, he'd ask someone where the apartment building was.
He felt elated as he started the car. The day had been such a grim black one for him that he couldn't believe that his luck was changing. It was the thought of going home and facing his wife June that had decided him to visit the Oasis Club again tonight. He had been bitterly disappointed when he discovered that Wanda was not working tonight, especially when the doorman proved so uncooperative. Disappointed, that is, until he thought of the obvious solution.
He knew it was crazy to go visit the blonde like this, but he couldn't help himself. What if she had someone there with her? He thought of phoning her first, but was afraid that she'd tell him not to come. Besides her number wasn't listed and he didn't feel like wrangling that out of the doorman as well. He honestly didn't know what reaction he expected from the glamorous stripper. All he knew was that he wanted to see her again.
Going home was such a bleak prospect. June had been silent and stony-faced this morning when she poured the coffee, and he really couldn't blame her. What he had done was terrible. Unforgivable. But somehow he didn't feel like apologizing. He looked upon it as a form of groveling, and if he did that, June would feel like she had the upper hand again. And he didn't want that to happen. He wanted her to realize that what happened was her fault as well as his and he felt that if he left her stew for a few days, this result would be accomplished.
Now he felt he was justified in paying a visit to the delectable blonde. After all, it was just a friendly, informal call ... what harm was there in that?
Turning into Bissell Street he kept his eyes skinned for her apartment building. It was an old residential street but he did notice a pre-war apartment building of only four stories and knew instinctively that it was The Wanderly. He pulled as close to it as he could and saw the name on a small ornate fountain which wasn't working. He found a parking place close by and then hurried to the front door.
"W. Wallace" lived on the top floor and Don buzzed her doorbell. After a few moments, her voice sounded crackling on the intercom.
"It's me, Don Ryder ... remember I gave you a lift yesterday and-"
"Oh Don! Come right up!"
Immediately the buzzer sounded and Don pushed open the inner door. He decided to take the stairs because by now he was feeling just a little nervous. She didn't seem surprised, he thought consolingly, maybe she's glad to see me....
The door of her apartment was slightly ajar, Don noticed when he finally reached the fourth floor, panting slightly.
Wanda heard him and came out on the landing.
"Don, it's so nice of you to call," she said effusively, welcoming him into her apartment. She was wearing a long leopard print negligee and her golden hair hung attractively around her face. She wore hardly any make-up and Don realized again how stunningly beautiful she was.
Her apartment, or at least what he saw of it was striking. The paneled walls were painted a glossy bright red, relieved only by a splash of white here and there. The upholstery was a busy print, mostly red, and there was a big sofa, in the same print but covered by a furry blanket. Piled on top of it were masses of cushions in all shapes and designs. But the vibrant red of the color scheme held the whole room together and Don was conscious at once of the enveloping sensuality of the comfortable-looking room.
"Sit down and make yourself at home. What'll you have? A Scotch?"
Don agreed and sat down on the fur afghan.
"How did you get my address?" Wanda inquired as she poured the drinks.
"I had to bulldoze the doorman into giving it to me. He wasn't going to, either, until I slipped him a ten-spot!"
"Good old Sam! He was trying to protect me," Wanda laughed, handing him his drink.
"How did you like the show? I saw you there ... both times!"
"It was fabulous, Wanda," Don said earnestly, "what I mean is, you were fantastic. The rest were just okay!"
"Thank you, Don. I'm glad you enjoyed my little act."
Wanda crossed her legs gracefully and her negligee fell away to reveal a smooth expanse of shapely white thigh. Immediately Don's eyes n r dropped to the alluring sight and he felt a familiar tightening in his loins. God, what has this broad got that she does this to me?
"But ... I was surprised. I mean, I thought you were a singer ... or something!"
"You mean you didn't guess I was a stripper? I thought it was obvious!" Wanda's voice sounded a little cynical and Don hastened to assure her.
"Honest, I didn't. You don't look like a ... a ... burlesque queen!"
Wanda laughed. She was beginning to enjoy herself. She had been mildly surprised to discover who her visitor was. But more from the realization that he had discovered her address than anything else. He was obviously infatuated with her and this pleased her. Not that she didn't have all the guys she wanted falling all over her, but this one was different. He seemed really in earnest and looked up to her as if she were some kind of a goddess ... which was nearly the same thing as a queen, she smiled wryly.
"You must have gotten home pretty late last night. What did your wife say?"
"H-how did you know I was married?"
"Because you look like a married man," she retorted, but when she saw his crestfallen look, she amended quickly, "Besides, a handsome guy like you couldn't still be single."
Don brightened again, despite the thought which returned to him of what had happened last night. He couldn't tell this lovely near-stranger that he had lost his temper with his wife last night and had fucked her in the ass. What would she think of him?
"Wasn't Blaze fantastic? I think that gal's really got potential!"
"She wasn't nearly as good as you," Don said sincerely, remembering how he had been disappointed in the redhead whose act followed Wanda's.
"Maybe, but she hasn't been at the game as long as I have, either. We're working up a little act together that we'll try out sometime soon. You'll have to come and see it and give me your verdict."
Don felt a thrill of excitement course through' him. At least she wanted to see him again. She actually said so. Of course he'd go see her new act, although he couldn't imagine what it would be. He'd go see her perform every night if he could but that was out of the question.
"It really was sweet of you to help me out yesterday," Wanda said, putting her glass down on the small lacquered table. "I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come along."
"Some other guy would have helped you out, you can be sure of that. But I'm glad I was there on the spot," he replied casually, the whiskey calming his nerves and giving him confidence.
"Otherwise I'd never have met you, and what a loss that would be!"
"Would it really?"
Wanda's eyes had softened suddenly and she moved over to where he was sitting, and sat down beside him, very close. So close he could feel the pulsing of her faintly scented flesh through the thin fabric of her robe. His heart began to pound and the blood rushed roaring to his head.
"Y-yes, it would ... I think you're ... you're fabulous, Wanda," he blurted, blushing like a schoolboy.
"I think you're pretty nice yourself," she smiled, and then reaching out, she touched the burning bulge of his awakening cock with her long tapering fingers!
Don jerked back as if he had received an electric shock. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as he stared at the alluring woman who was sitting so close to him. He thought for a brief moment that he had imagined her dynamic touch. But he hadn't, because her hand was still lightly squeezing the swollen expanse of his trembling penis.
Blushing like a schoolboy, he stared dumbly at the beautiful older woman.
"Do you like my hand on your prick?" she asked, her shapely mouth parted in a provocative smile.
"Y-yes, I do ... I mean ... we shouldn't...."
The excruciating pressure increased on his throbbing penis and he thought he'd jump right out of the sofa from the wild jolts as if it had expanded out of all proportion and was already pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his pants.
"Mmmmmmmm ... I can feel it getting nice and big already," she murmured, her eyes half-closed in excitement.
"Wanda, we shouldn't...." Don began, not knowing what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her to stop, because it wasn't right that he should be sitting here with the magnificent stripper fondling his cock like that. But what the hell did you come here for? A taunting voice flashed in his consciousness and he tried to deny it. I didn't mean anything like this to happen; I only came here to see her and to talk to her....
Talk! his conscience jeered. II that's the case, tell her to stop right now ... better still, get up and leave....
Don's brain was reeling. No, I don't really want her to stop, and I don't want to leave. I want to stay here forever!
His entire body was shaking from the stabs of pleasure shooting through him, spreading out to the tips of his fingers. I like her hand on my cock ... I like it ... I don't want her to take it away....
"Let me take it out now ... it's getting so big it'll burst right through your pants soon...."
Pulling down the zipper, Wanda reverently extracted his pounding cock and it jerked out already fully erect.
The entranced young husband moaned through passion-clenched teeth at the soft cool touch of her fingers on his tingling flesh, and he lay back ecstatically against the gaily colored cushions.
"Oh Christ, Wanda, keep stroking it ... your hand feels fabulous...."
Wanda smiled down at the desire-aroused young man. She was really glad he'd come to visit her now. He was so good for her ego. He was almost worshipful and that kind of adoration always gave her a big kick. And now she was going to do something for him by way of a little thank-you for his good turn yesterday.
"I'd like to suck your cock, Don honey," she droned huskily. "Would you like me to kiss and lick it until you cum in my mouth?"
A lascivious shiver of excitement coursed through him as he listened to her obscene words. Suck his cock! His brain began to spin at the very suggestion. To feel his lust-engorged penis between those warm velvety lips ... to bury it in her moistly welcoming mouth ... it was like some unattainable, stupendous dream! But that was what she said! She said she wanted to kiss it, to make him climax and pour his boiling sperm down her throat!
"Christ Wanda, I don't know...." The words tumbled unwanted out of his mouth. He did know, but somehow he couldn't stop thinking about June at home, miserable and humiliated. It wasn't right....
"If you're worrying about your wife, don't," Wanda advised, correctly reading his mind. "This is just a little matter between you and me. Let's say that I am returning the favor I owe you...."
Don knew he couldn't resist any longer. He didn't want to anyway, and what Wanda was saying was right. It was just between the two of them. June need never know. Besides the way she felt about him at the moment, Don was sure he could run off with another woman and his wife wouldn't give a damn!
"I'd love to put your lovely big prick in my mouth, Don baby, and suck and lick it until it explodes ... drink all your lovely sperm ... drain you dry with my mouth...."
As she continued her lewd monotone, her lovely sensual face moved closer to the pounding length of his penis jutting up from between his legs, until he could feel her warm breath on its sensitively squirming surface. Her eyes were bright and glazed with lust and she was running the tip of her pink tongue over her glistening lips. Christ ... she was going to suck his cock! The beautiful blonde stripper was actually going to....
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh ... Oh God, Wanda...."
He moaned with sensual ecstasy at the first searing touch of her moist warm tongue on his burning penis. Shivers of unbearable excitement tumbled through him and he thought his blood-inflated member would burst from the sensations of mounting lust which were rippling through it. Her tongue continued to swirl and lick expertly at the hotly pulsating length, dipping under and over the hot swollen flesh. It played along the webbed underside and then darted up to graze beneath the flaring head, making it burgeon with new excited passion.
"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnn ... uuuggghhh nnnnnn...." Don couldn't control the groans which emanated from his lips any more than he could control the shudders which convulsed his body and made him jerk spasmodically against Wanda's pleasure-giving tongue.
"I can see you like it, Don honey," Wanda purred, flicking her smoky eyes over his twitching body. "Now I'm going to take it completely inside my mouth. You'll really dig that...."
Don drew in his breath sharply and couldn't help looking down in surprised pleasure when he saw her open her mouth wide and then enclose the hard rubbery head of his cock between her wet clinging lips. She had taken his cock into her mouth! Wanda was sucking his penis!
"Oh Christ, baby, my prick feels fabulous in your mouth...." he gasped raggedly as he tried to force his pulsing rod farther up into her rhythmically sucking mouth. The sight of her full red lips ovaled around his thrusting cock added to his tumultuous pleasure and he thought he had never seen a more provocatively exciting sight. Her face was mirrored with sensual interest and she was completely engrossed in the lewd task which she was obviously enjoying. June would never do anything like this ... he thought resentfully, and especially not now after what I did to her. She thinks I'm some kind of heathen, a primitive savage ... But Wanda doesn't ... she treats me like a man ... a real masculine man....
"Jesus, Wanda, it feels incredible ... but ... but take more of it in your mouth ... I want you to suck and lick all of it...."
His hoarse voice sounded lewd even to his own ears and wonderingly he saw that Wanda slid her lewdly rounded mouth further along the quivering length until the spongy head was pressing against her larynx. She'll choke ... she can't take any more of it ... he thought, ashamed now of his lascivious demand. But still she accepted his massive rod of flesh between her lips, until her mouth was only millimeters away from the sturdy base buried in dark wiry pubic curls. Her hand reached up and began to massage his churning balls with gentle squeezing motions, making his still-growing penis expand until he thought it would burst. Her warm moist mouth formed heated sensual pressure on his squirming flesh and her cheeks worked continuously as she pumped and sucked on his rigid shaft.
"God Wanda, no one can suck cock like you do...." he murmured as he felt her agile tongue dip into the tiny glans opening at the tip, drawing out the small bead of premature cum which lurked there.
The adulterous husband's head was whirling around and his body felt wet and clammy. The warm welcoming walls of the red room revolved around him and he felt as if he was back in some kind of sexually scintillating womb. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now and his pelvis was jerking forward with quickening movements, wanting this incredible sensation to go on forever but knowing it couldn't. His seething sperm was gathering in his writhing balls, kneaded frenziedly by Wanda's pummeling hand and he knew that he had to find release soon.
His hands reached down and tangled in the soft golden locks of the strip star's hair and he pushed her face down farther on his pounding penis. Her beautifully even features were flushed and her translucent skin was shiny, but Don thought she had never looked more beautiful.
"Oh Lord, Wanda darling, I can't hold out much longer ... I'm going to cum right in your mouth!"
Wanda felt a little ripple of excitement tremor through her and she could feel the frantic pulsating of Don's bursting cock. This was the moment she most enjoyed ... when he would flood her mouth with his hot churning sperm. Just like many other men had done before him. Only this time it was different because it would be the first occasion for her to taste this man's tangy cum and she could hardly wait....
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh ... Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming!"
A tremendous shudder convulsed the tormented young husband's body and then he sensed the overwhelming eruption in the depths of his balls. The hot raging semen rushed upward along the jerking length of his cock and finally spewed into Wanda's hungrily waiting mouth. Forcing himself to open his eyes, he watched the gorgeous blonde as she gulped greedily on his wet sticky fluid. Her cheeks hollowed and filled as she swallowed it all, and her eyes were glazed over with sensual pleasure. She was enjoying drinking his cum just as much as he was enjoying spurting it between her full red lips. Her hand still pumped mechanically on his emptying balls as if she was trying to extract the last drop from their secret cavern.
"Oh Christ, baby, keep sucking ... keep sucking my prick...."
His body continued to shiver and tremble from the sensations of pure animal lust which were cavorting through him as he kept on ejaculating into her eagerly receptive mouth. At last, his wet steaming penis began to deflate and finally slipped harmlessly from between her still clinging lips. He lay back against the comfortable fur, his breath coming in heavy pants, his eyes closed. He had come close to heaven ... he didn't want to leave it yet for a while.
But he was supremely conscious of Wanda close to him, her warm pulsating body radiating excitement. At last he opened his eyes.
"Well, I guess you have repaid the so-called favor in full," he said as she beamed happily down at him.
"That may be, but the evening's long yet ... and you don't have anywhere to go, do you?"
Sparks of forbidden pleasure played deep in his loins at the voluptuous blonde stripper's suggestive words. He thought of June and abruptly banished the image of his lovely dark-haired wife from his mind. No, he didn't have anywhere to go for the moment ... he could stay right here....
"No, I'm as free as the wind," he drawled, his desire making him bold as he reached for her sensually curved body, "and I guess it's time for me to do something good for you...."
"Honey, with a big strong prick like you've got, I can think of plenty good things you can do for me...."