Chapter 1
Randy Mumfer was pissed off. She had it with that fucking husband of hers. What a pair of balls on him, the prick.
"You can't go' away this weekend. I've got it all planned already."
"Don't be a cunt. It's business and I have to go."
"But you promised, dammit."
"I'm sorry. I don't want to hear anymore about it."
"But.. "
"I said end it. It's settled. I'm going and that's final."
Randy picked herself up from the kitchen table and huffed out to the living room. That dirty bastard, going away again.
This was the fourth time this year he had popped news on her about going away on business without so much as a warning.
She heard him enter the room behind her.
"Look. I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier."
"Bullshit. You always do the same thing."
She started him going again.
"Well, godammit, I don't tell you because this is exactly how you act when I do."
"So big shit. You're only a coward. Excuse me.
"Randy, don't start with me. I'll let you have it."
"Oh, there he goes, the big man. Going to beat his wife."
"Shut up. I've had enough."
"Well, fuck you."
She turned on her heels and began climbing the stairs. Ralph watched her nice plump ass as it bobbed up the stairs in her designer jeans.
That fucken cunt. Always giving me a hard time. She doesn't want me to go but when I'm home all she does is nag.
"Go ahead, you spoiled brat. Be a fuck, see if I care."
He could hear her high heels clunking on the finely polished floors of the rooms upstairs as she thumped herself into a tizzy.
That's what he gets for marrying a rich broad. Her old man spoiled her rotten and left her with her fucking stuck-up attitude.
He decided to make one last play at making her understand. He mounted the stairs and prepared for her snarling remarks.
"Please, honey. Don't do this to me before I have to leave."
"What am I supposed to do while you're gone. Be a good little girl."
She had her blouse off. Ralph got a good gander at her luscious tits as she undressed to put a skirt on.
"Where are you going?"
"What do you care. You're going to Chicago, aren't you?"
"I asked you a question. You're still my wife."
She mumbled something under her breath. Her brazen attitude was working him up. He almost felt like strangling her.
"I'm going out."
"Where?"
"Nowhere. I'm just going out."
"With who?"
"None of your damn business."
The snotty remark set him off. He grabbed her by the arm and hurt her. She tugged furiously to get away and he let her go.
"Randy, be reasonable. It's important for my career that I make this trip."
"Oh, fuck you."
Her pants were off now. She was nude and her long, silky blonde hair caressed the top of her sensuous shoulders.
"Randy, I'm asking you for the last time."
She ignored him and kept rummaging in the closet for the dress she was looking for. She found her best green gown and flung it on the bed.
Ralph knew what that meant. She was going out on the town without him. What an unfeeling spoiled bitch. His head filled with steam.
"Get your paws off me."
If she wanted to play the part of the hot cunt Ralph was going to let her have it. He turned her around and looked into her blue eyes.
"I said let go. Don't touch me."
"You want to fuck. I'll fuck you, right now."
"Let me go."
He hauled off and for the first time in the two years they were married he belted her a wicked crack on her beautiful face.
"You dirty bastard, I'll kill you."
She went for a pair of scissors on the dressing table. Ralph caught her arm and they fell the the floor and he kicked it under the bed.
"There, you bitch, now what are you going to do."
He still had her arm. He looked square into her blue eyes that were twinkling in rage. Thank God he read her thought.
Because just as she was about to raise her knee and cop him one in the groin he let her arm go and backed off.
"Son of a bitch, you'll pay for that."
He slammed her down on the bed and unbuckled his belt. She immediately started to get up and he slammed her down again.
When the belt was off he dropped his pants and shorts and fell on top of her with a heavy thud. Her tiny fists beat into his chest.
"You're so worried about getting fucked. Well, I'll fuck you right now. How's that!"
He rubbed his stiffening pecker against her milky white thighs until it was hard enough to pump up her gash. He rammed it in.
He fucked her wildly and in a second or two his cock was rock hard and reaming her cunt good and proper. She looked away.
There was a nasty snarl on her face. She was purposely acting bored. Big deal, he was fucking her. What did that mean?
He drew her legs up high and whammed into her with powerful strokes. Still, nothing he did took that bored expression off her face.
Sometimes when she acted real bitchy like this it really turned him on. But now she was determined not to give in one bit.
Mostly, when he ravished her like this, in a moment she was pining for it and bouncing her cunt off his rigid cock that rammed her.
But now she couldn't be bothered. She actually let him feel like he was raping her. She didn't show a flicker of interest.
He pulled out. Normally, that was enough to get her to beg for it. But not a word came from her pouting red lips.
He turned her over on her hands and knees
"Go ahead, you brute. Fuck me, see if I care."
He stood on his knees on the bed and teased her gaping cunt with the head of his hot cock. Nothing moved her, nothing at all.
He took his rod and held it at the base. Then he slammed his prick into her wet gash and buried it up her to his balls.
He grabbed her waist and plowed his cock home inside her cunt. He felt his hard cockhead bang inside while he fingered her clit.
This would always get her going. A cock deep in her vivacious cunt, beautifully rimmed in sweet, blonde hair, made her wild.
And if he fingered her clit while doing it she was practically at his mercy. Begging him to let her eat his come and all that.
But not once did she meet his powerful thrusts with a bucking movement of her own. She was determined to ruin it for him.
He grabbed the ends of her long silky hair and pulled her head back while he kept pumping into her doggie style. Her expression was blank.
He stuck his tongue in her ear and then nibbled on the lobe. A hand caressed her lovely tits while the other strummed her clit.
Nothing moved her. He could feel his sperm boiling and he was ready to blow. Not once had she answered the summons of his maddening rhythm.
He pulled out of her and dumped his steamy load all over her marvelous, chunky ass that he always commented was the best he had ever seen.
She was a startling beautiful woman but her tantrums were uncontrollable. She was spoiled rotten and her personality was beyond hope.
But she had a fantastic body and when she wanted to fuck she was better than the most expensive whore. Ralph should know, he tried them all.
He got off the bed and looked at her luscious ass that he had just painted with sperm. She hadn't budged an inch, the spiteful cunt.
He dressed and prepared for his trip and she was silent on the bed. In the fracas they had ruined her green gown. It was a wrinkled mess.
He could tell she was planning something. She was a breathtaking beautiful broad but when she was thinking you could see her ideas on her face.
What the fuck, she never had to take care of herself her whole life. Not only was she pretty but she was rich. Men had always fawned over her.
When Ralph turned down her father's offer of a job within his organization she was pissed off. What did daddy ever do to you, she wanted to know.
"Nothing. I just want to make it in this world by myself."
"That's stupid."
"I don't like to be committed. Especially to people like your father."
"My father's rich and famous. What are you?"
"Why did you marry me then."
"Because I didn't think you were so stupid."
The nerve of her calling him stupid. Her father was a racketeer, what the hell was so smart about that! Anyone could be a crook.
As he looked at the catty expression on her face he could see the sinister ideas that were running through her head. She was up to something.
Fuck her. With or without her consent he was making this trip. Let her make a fool out of herself and get picked up in some dive.
He finished packing his bags and straightened his tie. She was lying on her back on the bed glaring at him with angry blue eyes.
"Aren't you going to wish me a safe trip."
"I hope you drop dead."
A fine good bye. When he went to leave the room she suddenly became alive. She jumped off the bed still naked and ran after him.
"You sonuvabitch, I'll get you for this. I'll tell my father."
"Yeah, like all little girls do when they don't get what they want. Grow up."
"If it wasn't for him we wouldn't have this house."
How Ralph hated to have that thrown up to his face. She always did that when the chips were down. No blow was too dirty for this bitch.
"Randy, I'm getting out of her before I snap your neck with my bare hands."
"You what!"
"You heard me. Back off."
Her face was beet red. Her chest heaved and bobbed her heavy tits from the great gulps of air she was sucking to keep her dander going.
"I hate your fucking guts."
Ralph bolted out the front door before she got him so charged he really would strangle her and then that would be the end of everything.
The door slammed behind him. There was a momentary delay and then he heard a brittle fixture bang against it and break into a million pieces.
He turned toward the house to get in a last remark.
"Thanks for the love and understanding, you spoiled cunt."
Out of the corner of his eye he could see the old and skinny frame of the nosey Mrs. Cravitz. Things were still ricocheting off the door from inside the house.
"Taking notes, Mrs. Cravitz."
The old washer woman turned her back on the man and made like she was re-arranging her garbage which she kept in clean, absolutely sparkling cans.
That old goat probably has a dossier on everyone within a mile of her. I got to get out of here before they all drive me crazy.
Ralph Mumfer kept walking down the street where he parked his car. He opened the door to his beat-up Chevy and threw his briefcase in first.
Then he climbed in behind the wheel and pumped the gas pedal a few times to get the juices flowing. He turned the key and nothing happened.
Damn, please don't do this to me, he pleaded with the dumb machine, in his head. The car was the only thing he really had that was all his.
Daddy naturally bought his little doll a brand-new Jaguar which occupied the garage. He did it to get Ralph's goat.
Well, most of all, fuck him. Ralph would make it on his own. He didn't have to be a gangster lawyer to make a good living. And he didn't need her either.
He turned the key again and the car coughed and then in another instant gave him instant relief and turned over. He put it in gear and pulled out.
If only that bastard father of hers would give him a chance he knew he could straighten her out. But he kept undermining them.
like buying her that stupid car. He did it just to make Ralph feel like he wasn't taking proper care of his daughter. And the bitch bought it.
What a stupid ass. Beautiful but stupid. That's what he gets for marrying a piece of meat instead of a real woman. He blamed himself.
In the house Randy had finally calmed herself. The entrance leading from the door to the living room was covered in broken pieces of glass.
One of her missiles missed the desired target and had broken the mirror that hung near the door. Fuck everything, the maid would clean it.
And wait till daddy heard what that fucken husband of hers had just said to her. If he ever laid a hand on her daddy would kill him.
She went back upstairs. Her dress was a crumpled mess on the bed. Did he think one measly fuck was all he had to do to satisfy her.
She was used to the best. This worrying over money was ridiculous. Her father showered them with gifts which Ralph accepted with gritted teeth.
So what? What was the big deal. Daddy was just taking care of his daughter, that's all. Ralph was the one who insisted on working like a dog.
Well, she had enough of that shit. They were millions of men who would kiss her feet if she gave them the chance. Look how damn beautiful she was.
She went to the full length mirror and eyed her voluptuous figure. She could get herself hot just looking at herself. She loved her breasts.
Ralph, and other men, had always said that her ass was her best feature. Maybe it was, but from her vantage point her tits were magnificent.
She cupped the firm globes. On contact the large silver-dollar shaped nipples rose up. She loved how big her tits were.
She tweaked the hard nubs between two red-painted fingernails of both hands and let out a heated hush. She gazed in the mirror at her blonde cunt.
The hair stopped just below the sensuous curve of her belly. It was pretty hair that was soft and curly, not kinky like most.
Was a business trip worth giving up all this? He always called her the dumb one but how smart could anyone be who left her alone for a weekend.
She was young and beautiful. She deserved the best. Men went crazy over her. That was the way it should be. She was special.
Fuck Ralph if he didn't appreciate what he had. He didn't have to work like a nigger. No, that was his idea, no one else's.
So why should she have to pay for it. Without thinking she dialed the phone. It was an automatic action because there was only one person she ever called to confide in. "Beth, this is Randy."
"Hi, how's tricks?"
"Not so good. Ralph went away for the weekend."
"What for?"
"I don't know. Some kind of business or something."
"That's the fourth time this year, isn't it."
"I'm not staying alone this time, Beth. I'm going out. Fuck him."
"Great. Great idea."
Beth was always after her ass to fuck around. She was the horniest nymph Randy had ever seen. Her wedding night was legend.
She married this giant of a man. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and a body that sent women drooling. Beth went crazy over him.
She always bragged that she had nailed him because she fucked him night and day. He fell in love with her, she said, because of her blowjobs.
They went to the mountains on their honeymoon and after he passed out and went to sleep because she exhausted him, Beth went back downstairs to the bar.
There two dudes picked her up and took her to their room and fucked the shit out of her until morning when she finally sneaked back to her husband's bed.
Everyone found out because Beth couldn't help bragging about it. She said that her husband never found out and she had gotten away with it scot free.
But a few months later he divorced her, for whatever reason. The rumor was that she got caught fucking her sister's husband.
They lived together in a split level house. Her sister's husband would sneak home in the day and fuck Beth while the sister watched soap operas downstairs.
"Well, the reason I called was to see if you were busy tonight. We could go out together,"
"Sorry, honey. I'm booked. He's rich. Wouldn't miss him for the world."
"Damn."
"Cheer up."
"I can't go out by myself."
"Exactly what did you have in mind?"
"I'm tired of Ralph. I'm going to look for somebody else."
"Do you just want to fuck or are you serious."
"I'm not sure."
"Well, if you're not sure, then just fuck first."
"But I'm not going out alone."
"Okay, listen. Call up an escort service to arrange a date."
"A what?"
"An escort service. If you like the guy you can get down with him."
"What if I don't like him."
"Well, he can at least take you out and you'll be with someone while you check out the available meat."
"Maybe that's not a bad idea."
"Look in the 'Village Chronicle'. They have all the listings."
"Okay. I will."
"And get back to me and let me know how it turns out."
"You bet. Bye."
"Bye."
When it came to men Beth was always chock full of ideas. Randy would have never thought of the idea herself. It was perfect, ducky.
She called the grocery store and ordered a few items she didn't need and told them to have the delivery boy pick up that paper and bring it with her order.
When he came she charged it to the bill that daddy would take care of and added a two dollar tip to the tab. She jiggled her tits though her clinging blouse to give the boy a thrill and just to keep her seductive hand in shape.
She rummaged though the paper until she found the listings she was looking for. In that section was a full-page spread advertising a new escort service.
The ad had a picture of a man and a woman dressed in formal attire and getting out of a chauffeured limousine. There was a caption underneath:
"For people who want to be discreet about affairs."
It sounded attractive enough. She grabbed the phone and put it on her lap. She was just about to dial when all of a sudden she started shaking.
This would be the end of her and Ralph. He had changed so much since she first met him. He wasn't the same man she fell in love with.
Hadn't she tried to work things out? It was those damn business trips that got her all worked up. He had slighted her father and that's what bothered her the most.
The words rang in her ears, those ones when he told her he would snap her neck. And the way he fucked her just before when she was so mad.
He didn't even care that she was pissed off and wouldn't get into it. He was a good lover, that was the main reason she had married him.
He always got her to come, no matter what. He was the only man that had ever done that for her. Her was domineering but gentle at the same time.
She gathered her reserves and pressed her trembling finger on the buttons and dialed the number advertised in the spread. It rang once, twice.
"Hello."
"Yes, eh, I'd like to arrange a date for this evening."
"Could you give me a description of yourself?"
Randy gave as accurate account of her body as her vocabulary would allow. The man had trouble believing her and assumed she was exaggerating.
"Okay. And what type of man are you looking for."
Ralph was on the dark side. Perhaps she would have better luck with a stud who was more in the line of Beth's ex-husband.
"I would like someone who's well built and on the fair-haired side, you know."
"Yes, I know, the Aryan type."
"Who?"
"Don't worry, I know just what you want. What time should he be there."
"Oh, I guess around eight o'clock or so."
"You guess? Don't you know where you're going."
Randy blushed and gripped the phone in her sweaty hand.
"Oh, yes, of course. I was just thinking.
That's all."
"Okay. Would you like a limo too."
"No. That won't be necessary. We'll use mine."
"And what kind of a car is that?"
She told him. He whistled.
"Okay. Everything sounds fine. May I have your name?"
She better not give her real name.
"Eh, Randy Mumf ... I mean Mucker. Randy Mucker, that's it."
"All right, Randy. Is that your maiden name by the way?"
It sounded like a strange question. She answered before thinking. "Of course not. Oh, wait a minute, I mean ... of course it's my maiden name."
"Okay Miss Mucker. I think I have everything. See you at eight."
"Yes, that's fine, eight is fine."
"Right. Your escort's name is John, got it?"
"Yes, I've got it. John at eight. Thank you very much."
"Thank you Miss Mucker. Of course, tipping is allowed over and above the normal price of fifty dollars."
"I understand. I have to go now."
The phone was practically slipping out of her hand from the sweat.
"Goodbye. Have a nice time now."
"Thank you, I will. Goodbye."
The receiver fell out of her hand before she had time to put it back in place. She couldn't believe how nervous she was. Some of those things he asked her!
What did he care if she was married or not. And then she went and blew the answer. Oh, fuck it. She wasn't going to worry.
Gee, I hope he's tall. I wonder if he's an expert lover. She had to play it cool with him though. Let him make the first move. Maybe he's got a nice cock too. Let's not worry about that now. There's only two hours to get ready. What am I going to wear?
Deep down, the guilt she was suppressing for doing her husband dirty squelched itself when she picked up her best dress that was crumpled beyond hope.
This'll fix his ass good and proper. This'll show him what I can do if he wants to be like that. This'll fix his wagon good.
She dashed to the bathroom and prepared a nice bath filled with bubbles. She kept adding soap until the tub overflowed with bubbles and drenched the bathroom floor.
She soaked her body to relieve the last vestiges of guilt.