Wide open wife
TB-1039 WIDE OPEN WIFE by Robert Jenkins
FOREWORD
Revenge is a trait which can be found in each of us to some extent, but for many it is a dominant force, a motivator toward such personal or commercial gains as wealth and power. This same characteristic, however, frequently steers us to downfall. Consider, for example, the corporation which has fallen behind its competition. Motivated, perhaps, by revenge, it may seek to override a desperate situation through tactics contrary to acceptable business practice, and thus initiates its own destruction. On the personal level, there is the woman whose desire for revenge acts against personal beliefs and common sense, leading to family and individual demise.
WIDE OPEN WIFE is the story of a young woman who finds herself in a trying and nearly desperate circumstance wrought by her husband's infidelity. Oblivious to counsel and better judgement, Lucy Preston is driven toward family and self-destruction. Nothing is too degrading or too foul to awaken her from her pursuit of revenge. Using people as pawns in a chess game, she plots a losing battle in a hopeless cause.
WIDE OPEN WIFE is a serious portrayal of a common occurrence, a story which teaches us the virtues of revenge are seldom as hopeful and promising as we presume. This story holds a lesson for society and the individual.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The night was so warm that the door of the bar had been left open. Something vaguely country western-rock was on the juke box, spilling loud sound into the neon-lit night as a man and a woman came out the door.
"My car's over here," the man said, one arm slipping around the woman's waist. She let him lead her, moving voluptuously against his encircling arm, but there were many little clues in their behavior that indicated they had just met -- the man's quick glances and the cautious breeziness of the woman.
The car was a large station wagon, the rear two-thirds of it jammed with boxes and cases. "I'm a salesman," he explained as he ushered her into the front seat with almost exaggerated courtesy, then went around and got in the driver's side.
"By the way... I didn't catch your name," the man said as he shut his door and turned to look at the woman.
"I didn't throw it your way," she said coolly. There was a short silence during which the man digested her answer.
"My name's Tom," he finally said. "Tom Preston. And you're..."
"I'm your pick-up for the night," she said curtly. "I don't like names. I've forgotten yours already."
"Hey... what is this?" the man asked, trying to laugh off her barely friendly manner. "You with the CIA or something?"
"Uh-uh," she replied. "I'm just a horny woman who had you pegged for a good fuck -- which I could really use. If you've got any thing else in mind, if you've got some macho plans for dissecting my personal history and tacking it up on your trophy board, forget it."
"Jesus Christ lady," the man replied. "When do you whip out your razor and start slashing?" One of his hands had been inching along the seat toward the woman's shoulders, but it froze in place. He drew a little toward his side of the car. The woman noticed, and her voice softened.
"Don't get your masculine pride hurt," she said. "I just want all the cards on the table. I'm a big girls now. I don't have to kid myself that I've got an emotional thing going with every man I lay. Like I said, I'm horny and you look like a good fuck. I'm a good fuck too. You want me or not?"
Holy shit! Tom Preston thought nervously. A weirdo! I thought the whole thing was too easy!
He'd met the woman in the bar only a few minutes earlier. Right off the bat he'd wondered what such a good-looking broad was doing in a place like Fellini's. She didn't look like a hooker -- a lot more class than that. But there was something overtly sexual about her. Tom took a chance and offered her a drink. She'd slowly looked him up and down and then nodded. He was still trying to work out his next play when she made it for him.
"Let's go some place more... private," she said, glancing up at him with her big, dark eyes.
"But you haven't finished your drink," he blurted, taken off balance.
"So? You sell whisky or something?"
Still hardly able to believe he'd made such a fast score, Tom had led the woman out of the bar toward his car, his eyes darting over her full, voluptuous figure. But now it wasn't so easy. Or was it?
Tom didn't really like women very much, but loved to fuck. Except for that, most of the pleasure he got out of sex was in seducing a woman. He liked to feel that he was tricking them, getting something for nothing. And now this bitch was spoiling his fun, making it all too easy, too cut and dried. But his eyes roamed automatically over her body as she sat next to him. Damned gorgeous piece! he had to admit. She was wearing a tight sweater that showed her nipples, suggesting she wasn't wearing a bra, or maybe one of those new, thin ones. Her tits looked big and round and firm, making his hands itch to touch them.
Neither Tom nor the woman had said anything for a few seconds, then she spoke again. "Okay, Tom," she sighed. "I can see you like names. So you can call me Hot Lips, and I don't mean the ones on my face."
Her very casualness began to have an effect on Tom, and his blood started to heat up as he realized all he had to do was just reach out and take her. No games this time, not even any pretending that he liked her. That might be nice. He could be just as crude as he liked.
"Okay, Hot Lips," he grated. "Let's see if you're just blowing smoke." Turning in the seat, Tom started pushing up the girl's skirt with his left hand. She obligingly lifted her ass so he could hitch her skirt as high, as possible. Smooth, sleek thighs clad in smoke colored panty hose were bared, and Tom quickly mix his hand up their inside, thrilled with the way the girl parted her legs to give him access to her crotch. His fingers dug hotly against her nylon covered mound, pressing into the soft, hairy flesh beneath the silky material.
Jesus! he thought. She's soaking wet already! It was true. Her panty hose, soaked through with her gushing cunt juices literally squished under the eager probing of his fingers. And now that her legs were paled, he could smell the heady aroma of her arousal.
"Told you they were hot," she murmured, her voice going husky as his ringers mashed against her cunt.
"Sure as hell looks promising," he grunted. "But let's get down to the bare facts."
Tom reached higher and tried to ram his hands under the top of the woman's panty hose, but she wriggled away.
"You'll tear the damn things, and they cost," she admonished him. "Let me do it."
Tom waited impatiently as she stripped off her panty hose. He noticed that a pair of bright colored panties were included -- she'd stripped off both panty hose and panties together. She set them on the seat next to her, but they slid onto the floor. He might have told her, but his eyes were glued to her gleaming, bare thighs -- and the dark patch nestled between them.
The woman smiled for, the first time as Tom's eager hand fumbled up the inside of her thighs, heading for her cunt. Once again she opened her legs to him, and a moment later his fingers were slithering through the hot wetness of her naked pussy slit.
"Christ, buddy, take it easy!" she yelped, the smile vanishing from her lovely face. "You're not suppose to make your own hole! There's already one there!"
Fighting to get himself under control, Tom slowed his hasty probing and let his fingers roam through the woman's slippery snatch for a few seconds. Then his middle finger found her cuntlips and slid smoothly inside. "God! You are hot!" he muttered as his finger was swallowed by her steaming cunt.
"You just keep pushing that finger in and out and I'll show you what hot really is," the woman panted, her hips grinding lewdly up against his impaling finger. Tom felt a moment of triumph as he realized the woman was beginning to react to, his eager finger-fucking. Her breathing was quickened and her eyes were glazed.
Finally feeling in control of the situation, Tom tried to pull the woman's sweater up with his right hand, but it was too difficult a maneuver. Fortunately, the woman helped, pulling up the sweater herself, baring two of the most magnificent tits he'd ever seen. The firm, full mounds jutted out at him, the dark nipples already beginning to harden in expectation. Tom didn't keep them waiting. While his finger continued to drum in and out of the woman's tight cunt, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, feeling it instantly harden against his tongue.
"Oh, God, I love sex!" the woman panted, writhing sensuously on the seat. Her hands eagerly grasped Tom's bead, moving it from one soft lit to the other, urging him on. His finger was still slithering faithfully in and out of her cunt, her hot juices gushing out onto his palm. This bitch is on the way! he exulted.
But when he tried to fuck her, he got a surprise. She didn't say anything when he pulled his finger out of her sucking cunt and unzipped his pants. But when he worked his swollen cock out of his fly and tried to crawl between her gaping thighs, she suddenly pushed him away.
"Uh-uh," she said bluntly. "I don't fuck in cars. That's for high school kids. Let's find us a bed."
"Christ! I haven't got a place I can take you to," he complained.
"Wifey wouldn't understand, is that it?" the woman said with a grin. "Well, then how about a motel, or don't you want to fuck me bad enough to lay out the dough?"
Tom did his best to convince her to fuck right there, in the front seat of his car, but she wouldn't budge. She let him shove his finger back up into her cunt, which he thought would get her so hot she'd let him fuck her, but he worked her to an orgasm instead, her body arching back so far that her thighs banged into the dash.
"Okay, okay," he finally snarled when she told him he might as well tuck his cock back into his pants. "We'll go to a fucking motel."
Tom picked a motel far enough away so that his raging hard-on had time to shrink and wouldn't show too much. He made sure that there was room to park his car around back, out of sight of the street. With all those sample cases, it was an easy car to spot, and he knew that if Lucy ever realized how he used his spare time.
The woman waited in the car while he nervously registered, then followed him to the room, taking her panty hose with her.
It was the typical plastic motel room, but the bed was big and looked firm. Tom shut the door and turned the double lock. "Okay, Hot Lips," he said. "Let's see if you're worth fifteen bucks."
"Worth every penny of it," she replied, smiling. And then she started to take off her clothes. Tom remained by the door, just watching, his temperature rising as he saw her lovely nakedness unveiled before him.
"Jeezuz... she's built even better than I thought!" Tom mumbled as the woman turned to carefully drape her skirt over a chair. In profile, her tits were even more impressive, and he found himself remembering the soft, alive feel of them. And as he remembered, his cock lurched in his pants, beginning to press painfully against the tight, restraining material.
"Pretty promising bulge," the woman said, her glance flickering at Tom's crotch. She began to walk toward him slowly, naked, and he couldn't keep from staring at the tuft of thick, brown cunt hair that fluffed out from between her lush thighs, remembering how juicy her snatch had been. Juicy and hot.
Tom was starting to reach for her when she suddenly dropped to her knees.
"We better let that thing out into the open before it smothers in there," she said as she fumbled with his fly. A moment later his cock tumbled out into her waiting hand.
"Mmmmmm... pretty," the woman sighed, beginning to stake her fingers tantalizingly up and down the sensitive underside of Tom's big cock. He shuddered in ecstasy, stating at the swollen head of his cock now only inches from the woman's thick, red lips.
"Hey, baby," he said, his voice harsh and dry. "Let's see if those lips are hot too."
"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked teasingly.
"You bet your bare ass!" Tom panted, thrusting his rigid cock closer to her lovely face.
Still teasing, the woman thrust out her tongue and tickled his cock with it, obviously trying to thrust the wet, pink tip up inside the tiny slit in his prick.
"Aaaaahhh, Christ!" Tom panted. "Quit playing around and put some mouth around it."
Tom's cock was so hard by now that it almost hurt him. Thick, blue veins laced the swollen shaft, and the bloated tip was almost purple. He knew he'd have to bury it in her cunt soon or he'd go out of his mind.
"C'mere, Hot Lips," he growled, and tangling his fingers in the woman's thick dark hair, began to tug her head closer to his bloated prick. She strained away from the rigid cock for a few seconds, and then seemed to give in.
"Ah, what the hell," the lovely brunette murmured. Leaning forward, she opened her glossy, wet lips and slipped them around Tom's big cock.
"Oh, God," he groaned as he felt the heated wetness of her mouth close around his throbbing cock. His loins hunched forward a little more, trying to bury another inch or two of the meaty shaft inside her mouth.
But Tom didn't need to coax the woman. Settling back, she began to suck his cock in earnest, her mouth gliding up and down its heated length. Tom writhed above the brunette, staring at his erect cock as it slid smoothly in and out of her lovely face. Further down he could make out the silhouette of her big tits, the nipples tipping the ends like dark, little berries. He wished he could see her cunt; to touch it and shove his fingers up inside, but it was buried underneath her kneeling body.
Then he lost interest in anything other than the indescribable bliss of her mouth slipping up and down the length of his shuddering cock. He felt his balls tightening and knew that in another minute or two he was going to come. Tom had arched his back, waiting to shoot the first hot jets of sperm into the woman's mouth, when she sensed what was happening.
"Oh, no!" she said in alarm, pulling her mouth from the bloated, twitching cock. "Gotta save that load for Momma's hungry little cunt."
"Shove it back in your mouth! Suck it dry! I'm gonna shoot off!" Tom moaned, trying to force the woman's head back down toward his aching loins. But she easily twisted away.
"Uhhhhh," she said firmly, and reaching out, pinched the bloated tip of Tom's cock with her thumb and forefinger -- hard!
"Take it easy!" Tom yelped, jumping back. But he noticed that he wasn't about to come any more. "Christ! What the hell did you do to my cock?"
"Just trying to teach it patience," the woman said with a slow smile. "Come on. Let's get on the fucking bed!"
Tom didn't hesitate to follow the woman as she turned and walked toward the big bed. Some ass! he thought as he watched her full, firm buttocks sway and jiggle ahead of him.
Tom was only about a foot behind the woman when she crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees, her luscious ass within easy reach.
"Hold it a minute," he ordered, his hand reaching out to slither up the inside of her creamy, white thigh. She stopped, still on her hands and knees. "Let's see if those pussy lips are still hot," he said with a leer, and almost brutally, he thrust his hand against her crotch, slithering his fingers into the wet warmth of her pussy slit.
"Uuunnnhhh," the woman sighed as his fingers began to slide up and down the full length of her sensitive cunt. Tom felt her body quiver, and as soon as he realized she liked what he was doing, he shoved his middle finger inside her pussy.
"Oh, yes! I like that!" the woman panted, thrusting her ass greedily back against his invading hand. Tom started rhythmically finger-fucking her, his hand chugging in and out between her slightly parted thighs. After a few thrusts, she began to get wetter than ever, and he could hear a wet sluicing sound as his finger worked further up into her juicy cunt.
Almost immediately Tom's cock, which had softened a little when the woman had pinched off his orgasm, began to harden, hungering for the slick tube his finger was learning so well. Taking his big prick in one hand, he guided it between the woman's soft thighs.
"Okay, baby, you're gonna get what you asked for," he panted. With a shudder of joy, he felt his cock being brushed by her soft pubic hair, and, after that, her spongy cuntlips. Only at the last moment did he pull his finger from her cunt.
"Oh yes! Shove your cock up into my pussy!" the woman moaned, twisting her head around and staring hungrily at Tom as be worked his cock up into her cunt. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" she begged.
"Right on, cunt!" he growled, and with a flick of his hips, Tom buried the full length of his throbbing cock all the way up the woman's tight cunt.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" she grunted as she was knocked forward by the power of his thrust. But she stiffened her arms and managed to stay on all fours, even pushing back with her lush ass, obviously trying to impale herself more on his big rod.
"Yes... yesssssss," she hissed in delight. "Fuck me with your big cock! Split me in two! Make me come!"
"Anything you say, whore!" Tom grunted, and began to fuck her cunt as hard as he could, slamming his loins hard against her, hearing his flesh smack loudly against her creamy ass-cheeks with every forward thrust.
"Aaaaahhhhh," the woman began to moan, her hips gyrating and twisting. Tom felt as if his throbbing cock was trapped in a hot, wet vise that was going to milk the cum right out of his balls. He was glad he hadn't come in her mouth. This was going to be one hell of a lot better, shooting his load into such a tight, sucking pussy.
"Aaaahhhhh! God, I was right. You can really fuck!" the woman panted. "It feels like you're shoving your cock all the way up to my tonsils!"
Her arms had given way, and she had fallen forward, resting on her shoulders with her head turned to one side, her ass thrust obscenely high as Tom pounded his cock again and again against her rounded contours. Fucking beautiful woman! he thought excitedly, staring down the graceful sweep of her naked back to where her dark hair was fanned out over the light-colored bedspread. His hands were digging into her taut ass-cheeks as he tried to hold her closer and open her gushing cunt even wider.
Suddenly, as Tom was preparing for the final few thrusts up that gloriously tight hole, the woman lunged forward, her hips twisting away from him, her pussy pulling free of his stabbing cock.
"Hey! What the hell!" Tom barked angrily, his cunt-wet cock standing out rigid in front of his still-humping loins.
The woman had rolled over, and was looking up at him body. "I'm going to come soon," she panted. "And I want to do it my own way."
"You want me to fuck you like that?" Tom asked gruffly, staring at her sex-flushed loveliness. Any way you want, baby, he told himself. This way might be better, anyhow. He liked looking at her face, at her big, lush tits. Yeah. Maybe he'd have a hand full of them when he shot his wad into her cunt.
Cunt! He stared hungrily at her crotch. The woman was lying on her back, her legs spread apart. And his cock had, indeed, opened up her tight pussy, letting it gape open, the wet pussy hair pushed to the sides, the slippery, pink length of her slit beckoning to him. At its bottom he could make out the pulsing opening of her cunt, begging to be stuffed again with hot cock meat.
Tom was crawling toward the panting woman when she stopped him. "No, you lie down on your back," she said, scrambling to her knees. "I want to do this myself."
Grumbling, Tom let the excited woman push him down on his back, and lay there, his bulging cock rearing impatiently above his hairy balls.
"Ooohhhhh... it's gorgeous," she sighed, admiring his cock.
"Gonna fuck yourself?" he asked, liking the lewd sound of the words as he a watched her poise her juicy snatch above the bloated tip of his waiting cock.
"Yes. Yes, I'm going to fuck myself until I come," she blurted.
Kneeling above Tom, the woman guided his cock-tip into her cunt. Tom watched the swollen head disappear in a tangle of dark cunt hair. Then she suddenly settled down, and he felt his cock sliding smoothly up into her eager body once again.
"Aaahhh," they moaned as their bodice were joined lewdly together. With a leer of triumph, Tom stared at the woman's lovely face watching her eyes widen with stunned pleasure as his cock filled her hot cunt. She stayed that way for a moment, her crotch screwed down against his with his cock all the way up her cunt. Then he flexed his hips slightly and his big rod dug its way in a little deeper.
"Oooooohhhh," the women wailed, and, lifting her ass, slid nearly free of his cock and held herself poised for a moment. Tom was straining upwards, afraid that she might miscalculate and let that marvelous pussy slip from the end of his hungry cock. But she suddenly slammed down with all her weight, impaling herself once again on his iron-hard prick.
"Uuuunnnhhh," the woman grunted, her eyes filled with ecstasy. From then on she seemed only half-conscious to Tom, but somehow she managed to fuck her cunt down wildly onto his cock, again and again. Her big tits were dancing in his face, and, tempted beyond his resistance, he began to suck on the big, fleshy boobs, his tongue slithering over the rock-hard nipples.
The sucking drove the woman even wilder, and her motions became almost frantic. She suddenly sat up straight, jerking her tits away from his face. In this new position, Tom could feel his cock shoving even deeper up into her cunt, the sensitive tip pressing against the far end of her pussy.
And she could sense it too. Moaning deliriously, the woman rotated her hips in wide circles, making Tom's cock jerk and dance inside her cunt, driving him nearly out of his mind.
"S-So close!" she panted. "My clit! Rub my clit!"
The woman leaned back, exposing the upper part of her pussy to Tom's fascinated gaze. He knew what she wanted, and it excited him. Brushing aside her pussy hair, he parted her cuntlips, baring the pink inner depths. He could see the base of his cock protruding obscenely from her gushing cunt. As she leaned back even further, Tom's eyes traveled higher up the glistening slit until be made out the jumbled fleshy mound that hid her clit. He quickly dug his thumb against that pulpy softness, and, sensing the hard, little core of the clit beneath, began to finger it wildly.
"Oh God!" the woman shrieked, her body bucking uncontrollably above Tom's. Then she leaned over backward until the whole flattened plane of her crotch was bared to him. And the more Tom rubbed the woman's clit, the more violent the convulsions inside her cunt became. Her inner muscles nipped and teased at his cock, and he could see her taut stomach muscles tensing and jumping as her passion mounted.
Tom's cock was beginning to jerk and shudder with the first spasms of his orgasm, brought on by the woman's violent sexual gymnastics.
"Aaaaaaa! Comming... COMMING!" she wailed, and he felt her cunt clamping hungrily on his bloated cock.
"Shit!" he bellowed, the first hot jets of his cum shooting up into her cunt as she went wild above him. As the woman's cunt muscles continued to spasm uncontrollably, he felt their mixed hot juices gushing back out over his loins, matting in his pubic hair. Eagerly he thrust up in to her body and kept his thumb pressed hard against her clit. She obviously found it too much, because she desperately pried his hands away from her slit.
He thought the fuck must be over then, but she seemed to go wild again as he thrust his gushing cock all the way up into her as far as it would go. Moaning and shrieking, the turned-on brunette flailed and bucked above him, sucking his balls dry.
No matter how wild her motions, she never seemed to lose the tight grasp her cunt held on his spouting cock.
Tom felt sucked dry. His cock was beginning to resent the battering it was taking when the woman seemed to run out of strength and slumped forward onto his chest.
Exhausted, neither of them said anything for the next five minutes, but clung tightly to one another, trying to regain their breath. Then the woman seemed to remember where she was and sat up, looking sharply at Tom. He got a faint impression that she didn't like what she saw, because she quickly rolled free.
"Do I turn you off now?" he asked acidly.
"I came here to fuck, not to make love," she said tiredly. "And fucked I got. My congratulations on your technique."
Tom wondered if she was making fun of him. Then he decided it didn't matter. He'd come here for a fuck, too, and he'd sure as hell got one. And from one hell of a good-looking woman, too. Tired as he was, Tom let his eyes roam hungrily over the brunette's lush nakedness, down toward the wet stickiness of her well-fucked cunt. A slow tingling in his cock let him know it wouldn't be long before he could get it up again.
And then Tom happened to glance at his watch. "God damn!" he burst out. "Nearly seven o'clock! Barely time to make it home."
"Home to the wife and kiddies?" the woman asked in a bored voice as Tom hurriedly dressed.
"No kiddies... just a wife," he grunted, then noticed she wasn't getting dressed. "Hey, you going to be ready to go when I am?"
"Why go?" she replied. "This is a comfortable bed and the room's paid for the night. Maybe I'll stay here and masturbate. Maybe I'll call up a friend and have him come over here and fuck me."
"Goddamn! You are some weird broad!" Tom said in disbelief.
Now that he had gotten his fuck, he didn't care if he pissed her off or not. Unless he could get her name.
"Hey, where can I find you again?" he asked.
"You can't. I never fuck the same guy twice," she replied.
"Jesus Christ! Where did you break out of?" Tom said disgustedly. He tried once again. "Well, maybe we'll see each other in the same bar again."
"Maybe."
By now Tom was heading for the door. "Well, thanks for the fuck, Hot Lips. You got, a real future if you decide to do it for money."
"Bye-bye, Sonny-boy. You're a good, strong fuck. Feed that to your ego."
The door closed and the woman was alone. "Hung like a bull," she muttered. It wasn't until she heard Tom's car driving away that she started to dress. The first thing she picked up was the rumpled bundle of her panty hose. When she reached inside them, she found her panties were missing and couldn't be found anywhere in the room.
"Oh damn!" she murmured. "I must have left them in his car. Lose more panties that way, Mother told me never to take both legs out of them at the same time."
CHAPTER TWO
When Tom got home, his wife was waiting for him. Dinner was waiting too -- in the oven, being kept warm.
"Sorry... got held up with a customer," Tom said.
"Well, you might at least have called," Lucy nagged. She was used to her husband being late for dinner.
As they sat down to eat, Tom found himself comparing his wife with the woman he had just fucked. What a difference! Lucy was bright and blonde where Hot Lips had been dark and earthy. But both women were equally beautiful in their different ways. While he took furtive glances at his wife's body, Tom decided that Lucy might be just a little more slender, a little tauter and less lush than Hot Lips. Too bad she's my wife, Tom thought. Good-looking woman and a good fuck.
Tom and Lucy had been married for nearly four years, and as far as Tom was concerned, the bloom had worn off their relationship after about the first eighteen months. He was twenty-six when they were married and had several years of swinging bachelor-hood behind him, crammed full of memories of countless women he had fucked.
Far that first year and a half of married life, Lucy had been enough. More than enough with her golden good looks, firm upthrusting breasts and tight, blonde-haired cunt. But Tom wasn't the type to climb faithfully into bed night after night with the same woman, automatically performing his husbandly chores. He craved sexual adventure, and for the last two and a half years, had been fucking every woman he could talk into it.
Which didn't leave him a hell of a lot of strength for his own wife. Lucy was a passionate woman, so passionate that she made Tom a little nervous. He knew way down deep inside that there was just no way he could completely satisfy her all by himself, particularly not if he wanted to fuck other women, too. He resented that a little. It hurt his pride, and he tended to be somewhat thoughtless in his lovemaking to Lucy.
He sat looking at her across the table, a little guilty as he remembered that only half an hour earlier he had been fucking the hell out of that strange broad he'd picked up. And like anyone else, he resented feeling guilty and looked for an outlet.
He could tell by the way Lucy had been moving around the kitchen that she was horny. All those little signs one becomes familiar with in another person after four years were all there. No doubt about it. She wanted to fuck.
But lately Tom hadn't much cared to fuck his wife. Over the past few months she'd begun having trouble coming, and he had to work and slave to get her off. Sometimes she didn't make it at all, which was a blow to Tom's pride.
But, as Tom kept looking at his wife's body and remembering his wild fuck with Hot Lips, he began to get horny too. He began to think it would be quite a turn-on to fuck both these beautiful women in the same evening. Shit, why not? He began to envision Lucy lying naked and moaning underneath him while he rammed up her juicy cunt his cock, still wet with the other woman's pussy juices. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants and knew his cock was getting hard.
"What's for dessert?" he asked suddenly.
"What would you like?" Lucy asked, her eyes big, blue, and unsuspecting.
"You!"
Lucy's eyes grew even bigger. The blue in them held for a moment and then deepened as she realized what he meant. She could hardly believe her ears. Tom hadn't fucked her for nearly a week, which seemed like an impossibly long time to the horny, young wife. She was afraid she was going to have to needle him in bed tonight until he finally gave in and fucked her. What a delight to have him suggest it!
Lucy got up from her chair. "Just as soon as I do the dishes..."
"Screw the dishes," Tom rapped out. "Let the cockroaches lick 'em clean. You and me are going to go into the bedroom and fuck!"
Lucy wondered what had gotten into him. He was like the old Tom, the lusty young stud she'd married, not the most recent, grouchy, Christ, not again, Lucy! I got to get up early! Tom who left her horny and nervous half the time. She felt a warm moistness between her suddenly trembling thighs as Tom stood up, took her roughly by one arm and began to drag her toward the bedroom.
"Oh, Tom!" she murmured when he took her in his arms next to the bed and bent to kiss her. His tongue thrust its way into her mouth and the moistness between her thighs felt as if it were starting to run down the inside of her legs. She ground her cunt again his upper thigh, whimpering as hot bolts of pleasure rocketed through her titillated pussy. The next thing she knew, Tom had shoved his hand inside her pants and one finger was sloshing through the upper end of her pussy slit.
"Aaahhh," Lucy moaned as her hips began to grind forward. Tom's other hand was kneading and squeezing her tits through her blouse.
"Come on, let's get out of these fucking clothes," Tom growled.
He began helping Lucy, tugging her blouse over her head, and unfastening her bra. He peeled the elastic strip from his wife's tits, wondering why in the hell she even bothered to wear one. Her tits were so firm and perfectly formed that they held the same shape whether she was wearing a bra or not. They stood out proudly from her sleek body, satiny and pink-nippled, the tips turning up a little toward the ends. And they weren't small! Maybe not as big and lush as Hot Lips', but damned fine tits. Maybe even a little livelier to the touch than Hot Lips' heavy boobs.
"Mmmm," Tom mumbled as he pressed his mouth on his wife's bare tits. Almost instantly, her pert nipples began to harden, peaking up inside his mouth. He could feel her tremble with delight as he sucked on the rubbery little nubs.
While he sucked, Tom was unzipping Lucy's pants, pulling them down, panties and all. He smelled the musky odor of aroused cunt as he bared her pussy. She had to break away from him to kick the pants clear of her ankles. Tom bent down to help her, and when he looked up, his eyes were staring straight at her cunt.
"God damn!" he muttered. The bed was right behind Lucy and Tom suddenly pushed her backward.
"Yaaahhhh!" Lucy yelped as the edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she fell backward onto the bed. As she hit, her legs spread open for balance, and Tom found himself staring straight up her pussy. God, what a difference! he thought as he compared his wife's tight cuntlips and sparse fringe of pale, blonde hair with Hot Lips' dark-thatched gash. Glancing up, he saw that Lucy was looking at him excitedly, sexual hunger obvious in her eyes.
Tom began tearing off his clothes. As soon as he was naked, he fell forward on the bed between his wife's wide-spread legs and buried his face against the soft warmth of her cunt.
"Oh, Tom. You're driving me crazy tonight," Lucy panted as she felt her husband's tongue work up into her pussy slit. "Why don't you move around so I can suck you, too?"
Tom loved the way Lucy gave head, and was about to comply, when, he suddenly remembered that his cock undoubtedly smelled strongly of Hot Lips' cunt juices. No point in pushing his luck.
"Not tonight," he mumbled, his mouth partially buried in her pussy. "In another moment, I'm going to ram my cock all the way up to the back of your throat -- by was of your cunt!"
"Ooohhhhhh. Eat me a little more first!" Lucy begged. She too had been disturbed by her new difficulty in having orgasms. At first she had tended to blame herself, but, slowly she'd put the blame where it belonged -- with Tom's increasingly thoughtless and hasty lovemaking.
Tom obediently licked his wife's cunt another minute or two, but by now his cock was throbbingly ready. He longed to sheathe it in her cunt. More than that, he wanted to be rough and quick, to make up in part for the humiliating way Hot Lips had heated him.
"Okay, baby," Tom said as he pulled his mouth away from Lucy's trembling cunt. His face was shiny with her cunt juices as he leered down hungrily at her. "Time for a little action."
Tom scrambled higher between his wife's shapely legs, sitting back on his heels as he took his cock in one hand and guided it toward her cunt.
"Careful! It's a little dry!" Lucy cautioned.
Muttering, Tom wet his fingers with saliva and liberally coated the end of his cock with it. Then he worked the big rod between his wife's delicate pussy lips and started ramming it up her pussy.
"Open up and say 'Aaahh'," he told her gruffly, then became angry when he saw her gritting her teeth in pain. Why the hell was she so fucking dry, he wondered.
Lucy was wondering too. For the past few months she had been unusually dry every time Tom made love to her. Yet, when she masturbated -- an act which was becoming all too common to the frustrated young woman -- she seemed to literally gush lubricants.
However, the saliva worked well enough for Tom to finally drive his cock all the way up into Lucy's snug cunt, and as he began to fuck in and out of her, she slowly became a little wetter.
"Oh, yes! Aaaahhhhh! Feels so good," Lucy moaned. Her blue eyes were darker now, dark and smoky with growing passion. Tom was slamming his hips savagely against hers, making her body shake with the force of each violent thrust. He panted and moaned above her, comparing her milk-white nakedness with Hot Lips' dark, earthy beauty. Damn! He wished he had the other woman here too! But Lucy would flip her lid over something like that, and he'd spend the rest of his life paying alimony. No, one at a time would have to do.
By now his balls felt as if they were going to explode, but there was no sign that Lucy was going to come. She seemed excited enough, but still miles away from orgasm.
"Come on, baby! Try a little," he grated.
Beneath him, Lucy felt as if someone had suddenly poured cold water over her. She had been trying, but her husband's thoughtless, impatient words only served to turn her off. She could tell that he was holding back. Up inside her cunt, she was aware of his cock swelling bigger and bigger and knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer. He was coming quickly, she thought, but then figured that he must be as horny as she.
Lucy tried hard, concentrating on the powerful thrusts of Tom's rock-hard cock into her throbbing cunt, feeling it pound deep up into her belly. She thought for a moment she was finally going to come -- until she felt Tom's cock begin jerking and shuddering inside her cunt. He was going to come!
"Oh shit!" Tom groaned. "Can't hold it back any longer! Going to come. AAARRRRGGGGHHH!"
With a bellow of pleasure, Tom threw back his head and began to empty his load in Lucy's cunt. She could feel the heated wetness spreading through her lower belly. She began to pump back hard, both to make Tom's orgasm better and to try and touch her own off.
"Oh! Don't stop! Keep fucking me!" she pleaded as she flailed her hips up against his. But it was no use. Long before she felt anything approaching a climax, Tom's cock had shrunk inside her cunt, soft and useless. Lucy began to feel self-conscious, wildly humping up against nothing, and with a little strangled sob of regret, forced herself to lie quietly. But every so often her hips would give a spasmodic, hungry jerk.
"Jesus Christ, I tried," Tom growled as he rolled tiredly from his wife's unfulfilled body. "Can't blame it on me this time."
"Oh, Tom, when did I ever blame you?" Lucy asked. She knew they were on the verge of another fight. A fight neither of them could win, a fight over misunderstandings and missed opportunities.
"It was fine," she finally said. "You fuck like a bull."
"One hell of a tired bull," Tom replied sleepily. His pride fed, he didn't feel like arguing any more.
Tom really wasn't an unkind man, but it was hard for him to relate to anything or any feeling that didn't center on himself. Now he was tired. He'd fucked two women in the last hour and eaten a big meal.
"I'll just take a little nap and then dry the dishes for you," he mumbled, beginning a gentle snore. Lucy knew he was out for the night. She got out of bed, careful not to disturb Tom, wincing when her pussy lips rubbed together, reminding her of the raging need to come still smoldering inside her cunt.
After covering her sleeping husband with a blanket, Lucy hastily dressed, knowing that if she didn't, she would be tempted to masturbate, and there was still a lot of housework to do.
Lucy had been only twenty-one when she and Tom were mated. They'd gone together for over six months before that. And while she certainly hadn't been a virgin, she didn't have nearly the sexual experience of Tom's libertine life. Lucy had been fucking only about two years when she met Tom, just long enough to know without a doubt that she loved it, but not time enough to gain confidence.
Confidence was what Lucy was lacking now as she glumly washed the dinner dishes. While she knew that Tom's lovemaking had been falling short in ardor and thoughtfulness over the past year or so, she always tended to blame herself. She began to think that there was something lacking in her own lovemaking. Why couldn't she come?
And then there was the problem of her not getting very wet when Tom fucked her. She pondered the truth for a while; that after four and a half years of fucking the same man, she was beginning to get bored. But the truth was taboo. Married people, particularly wives, weren't supposed to be that way. Marriage was sacred and eternal. Wasn't it? And how could a passion as strong as that which had prompted her and Tom to marry just wilt away like a dead flower?
So Lucy went to bed feeling, as usual, that she must be doing something wrong. She was too tired and discouraged to masturbate. Lately that had become the only way she could achieve an orgasm. Very satisfying, but not the same as getting it off with a man. It took her over an hour to get to sleep, lying next to her unconscious husband. Once her hand accidentally brushed his limp cock and she shivered all over.
Morning always brought enough chores to take Lucy's mind off her sexual troubles, and, she was up with the sun, preparing Tom's breakfast as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, cursing his razor. When he ate, she made a list of the things she had to do that day.
"Where's the checkbook, honey?" she asked. "I have to pay some bills today."
"In the glove compartment of my car."
Lucy went out to the garage and unlocked Tom's car, pulling the checkbook out of the glove compartment. But she dropped it on the floor, almost under the seat. She bent over to pick it up, and saw something further back under the seat. Something flimsy and shapeless, like a scarf. It wasn't until she had pulled it out that she realized what it was.
CHAPTER THREE
For several seconds Lucy refused to believe what she held in her hand. And then, when there was no doubt it was a pair of woman's panties, she tried to find every possible legitimate reason why they should be where she had found them. There weren't any.
Some prankster threw them in the car. Under the seat? The panties were some kind of new line Tom's company was handling. A building materials company?
They certainly weren't a new pair he'd bought her for a surprise. They'd obviously been worn. The crotch was still a little damp, as if they'd recently been very wet. And there was no mistaking the aroma of pussy juice that wafted up to her nostrils when Lucy sniffed. Then she saw the stain that had been left by Hot Lips on the seat-cover when Tom's finger had brought her to orgasm.
"That rotten bastard!" Lucy said as the truth finally became apparent. "Oh, that bastard!"
Anger was beginning to boil inside the betrayed young housewife, and given another minute or two to collect herself, she would have stormed in the house and confronted her husband with the evidence.
"Lucy? You find the checkbook okay? I got to go or I'll be late."
He was entering the garage. Lucy was still too hurt and confused to have taken any positive direction, so she frantically stuffed the panties in the pocket of her housecoat before Tom had a chance to see them.
"Oh... sure. Got it right here," she said numbly. She thought her eyes must be popping right out of her head the way she stared at her husband. Tom looked puzzled.
"Anything wrong?"
"Uh, no... Uh, see you tonight." And Lucy darted out of the garage.
"Hey! I may be a little late again tonight. Got an important customer," Tom yelled after her. His only answer was the slamming of the back door. Tom shook his bead slowly. "What the hell's got into her?" he muttered as he got into the car and started the engine. He shrugged. "Women!"
Inside the house, Lucy stood with a blank look, stunned, until she heard Tom pull out of the drive.
"Bastard!" she screamed as his car disappeared down the street. She stood there for the next five minutes, trembling with emotion, until her hand slipped into her pocket and pulled out the pair of panties. She collapsed into a chair and stand at them, and then doubts began to flow.
"Maybe there's some perfectly logical explanation," she said to herself. "Of course! The bastard has been screwing other women!"
"I should just ask him when he comes home." But she knew it wouldn't be easy for her. If she confronted him, she knew she might come unglued. God! If the reason he had been leaving her so horny and unfulfilled was because he'd been lavishing his cock on other women, she'd -- she'd kill him! But all he'd have to do was deny it. She knew what a smooth-talking devil he was -- Tom wasn't a salesman for nothing. He'd make her feel guilty for accusing him. But if she just let it fester inside her.
Wait! What was that he had said about being home late again? Certainly he wasn't going to do it again tonight, fuck some other woman? But then, maybe he was!
Suddenly Lucy knew what she was going to do. She'd follow Tom and find out for sure.
The housework got the shaft that morning. After taking a shower and putting on the most unobtrusive clothing she had, Lucy went out to rent a car. She knew Tom would recognize hers if she followed him in her own. She rented a small, nondescript sedan and drove it home. She had a long afternoon to get through, but managed it with the aid of several belts of booze.
After tucking her long blonde hair under a small cap, Lucy finally left the house.
She knew that Tom had to check into the office when he was finished for the day. If he was telling the truth about having to stay late with a customer, his car wouldn't be in the company lot at the usual quitting time.
But it was. Lucy wanted to cry as she sat across the street and stared at the big station wagon. She tried to convince herself he didn't have to work late after all and would be driving home soon. Then how would she explain her absence and the rented car?
"There he is!" Lucy said as she saw Tom come out of the office and get into his car. She shrank down in her seat as he pulled out into the street only a few yards away from where she was parked. Then she nearly lost him as she fumbled in her haste and killed the engine. But she caught him in traffic, staying several cars back.
It soon became evident he wasn't heading home. And later it was clearer still he wasn't going into the industrial park. She pulled over to the curb as she saw Tom park outside a bar. Maybe he's just going in for a drink, she thought, but within fifteen minutes, Tom came back out, with a woman on his arm, a redhead.
Lucy almost confronted him there, but decided to follow and see if she could actually catch him in the act. The pursuit was short, and a few minutes later Tom was pulling up into the driveway of a small house. Lucy drove past and parked around the corner.
Lucy wanted to catch Tom and the woman fucking, and by the time she had made up her mind to do it no matter what, it was getting dark. Lucy got out of the car and walked back toward the house. About twenty minutes had passed. Tom and the woman had plenty of time to begin.
Lucy's plan was to pound on the front door and demand to be let in. That would teach the sneaky bastard! She had a triumphant image of his leaping out of bed, frantically pulling his clothes on.
But when she approached the house, she saw the living room windows were dark. They might hear her. Maybe the back door would be better.
Lucy was nearing the back door when she saw light streaming from a window. The window was surrounded by thick shrubbery which masked it from the view of anyone outside the yard. Lucy hesitated a moment, then moved toward the window as if an outside force were guiding her feet.
Probably because of the screening bushes, the curtains hadn't been pulled. Lucy could see most of the inside of the well-lighted room. It was a bedroom, a woman's bedroom, judging by the clothing that hung in the closet. But Lucy wasn't interested in the clothing. All her attention, was centered on the two people in the big double bed. The bed was right under the window, and Lucy found herself looking straight down at Tom and the redhead. Lucy gasped as she realized they were both naked. What she hadn't really dared expect was that they would be fucking.
Lucy suddenly felt dizzy, and had to grab hold of the window sill to steady herself. She was afraid for a moment that they would see her, but then realized she would be invisible in the darkness.
Why should I do if they see me? she asked.
They should be the ones who care! She wanted to shout and scream and pound on the window, but found herself unable to move as she watched the lewd scene unfolding before her.
He was lying on his back, his swollen cock thrusting up from his body, the other end, it sunk in the redhead's mouth. She was sucking Tom's cock!
Lucy watched her husband lying there with that same overjoyed expression on his face he had every time she ate his cock. And, apparently, every time someone else did, too. His familiar big prick was sliding in and out of the redhead's mouth as she bobbed her head enthusiastically over Tom's loins. She was squatting between his legs, her heavy tits cupped in Tom's hands.
He's going to come in her mouth! Lucy thought as she watched. She wondered why she was just standing there, doing nothing, but it was as if her body were frozen. She noticed the redhead was very pretty, with full, round hips and a slender waist.
An avalanche of unrelated thoughts were streaming through Lucy's confused mind. She wondered how it felt to the redhead to be fucking someone else's husband. The ring on Tom's finger was very obvious. She couldn't get over the realization that Tom reacted to another woman's blowing him as he did when she blew him. It wasn't special at all, she realized.
Lucy began to realize that the longer she stood there doing nothing, the harder it would be to do anything at all. Not only was her sense of courage slipping away, but she was beginning to feel like a peeping Tom, standing unseen in the night, watching two people making love.
And to her honor, she found herself being overtaken by the sexiness of what was happening on the other side of the window. It was clear that Tom was about to come, about to shoot his load into the redhead's busily sucking mouth, and Lucy found herself holding her breath, waiting for it to happen. How would the redhead take it? Would she like it or would it make her a little queasy, like it made Lucy?
But the redhead also sensed that Tom was about to come, because she suddenly pulled her copper-haired head back, Tom's swollen cock popping wetly from her mouth.
"How about something for me?" the redhead asked. Lucy could hear her voice through the window. "How about getting me off."
"Okay, babe," Tom grinned. "I'll fuck your ears off." Still grinning, he seized the redhead in his powerful grasp and threw her down on her back as he rolled over on top of her.
"Hey!" she squealed, giggling. "What's with the cave man stuff?"
But it was clear to Lucy that the girl liked what was happening. And Lucy knew that now was the time to stop the lewd scene on the other side of the window if she were going to stop it at all. She was about to start pounding on the window and yelling when she suddenly saw something that caught her attention.
The other woman's pussy.
The redhead had opened her legs when she fell on her back, and Lucy found herself staring straight up her cunt. She has red pussy hair! Lucy blurted mentally. Not that she was ignorant of the fact that some women have red pussy hair, but this was the first red-haired pussy Lucy had even seen. And then she realized she had never really seen another woman's pussy -- at least not gaping open the way the redhead's was. In high school, Lucy had seen other girl's walking around in the shower room with their muffs showing, but the innocent triangles of fur were far different from the copper-colored ruff that fanned out on either side of the nude redhead's wide-splayed cunt.
Having one herself, Lucy was reasonably familiar with the basic layout of a cunt. But she found herself staring, nevertheless, at the bright pink gash that gaped between the other woman's shapely thighs. That obscenely red pussy hair made everything all the more prominent to her, so different from her own blonde thatching.
Tom's fingers were probing at the glistening pussy flesh before him, pushing aside a few stray tendrils of red hair and reaching into the scarlet depths inside. Lucy saw the other woman's body jerk slightly as Tom opened up her cunt, readying it for his cock, which jutted huge and potent from his powerful loins.
To her amazement, Lucy felt her cunt heating up as she watched what her husband was doing to the redhead. Still horny from her unsuccessful attempt at an orgasm the night before, Lucy suddenly found herself wishing she were on the bed. She knew Tom was going to fuck the hell out of the woman.
Instinctively, Lucy's hand went to her own crotch, pressing down hard on her soft cunt, trying to smother the flames that were being fanned alive there. But the pressure only made the darting sensations worse, making her gasp aloud and lean forward.
All of a sudden she was afraid that Tom and the redhead might have heard her gasp, and she shrank back further into the shadows. But the two lovers had all their attention on each other.
"Okay, Red," Lucy heard Tom say. "Get ready for a hell of a lot of cock."
"Quit bragging and feed me some meat," the redhead panted. "My cunt's about to bum up!"
Tom was already fitting his enormously swollen cock up into the woman's cunt. Lucy watched it push aside the tender pink cuntlips and start up inside the pussy.
"My God! They're going to do it right in front of me!" Lucy whispered, realizing she wanted to watch. It didn't matter that the man was her husband. What mattered most of all was sex. As her own excitement grew, jealously no longer seemed to have a place. For the moment, at least.
What really mattered was somehow finding a way to join in the lewd spectacle taking place beyond the window. As Lucy watched Tom's cock sliding relentlessly up into the redhead's cunt, she began to realize how incredibly horny she'd become over the past few months. She'd done her best to keep it to herself, but several months of Tom's ignoring her urge to fuck had built up a desperate need inside her hot cunt.
"Mmmmmm," Lucy sighed as one of her hands slipped down into her pants and began to fondle her cuntlips. It wasn't a pre-determined move -- her hand almost seemed to slip down toward her crotch by itself, and by the time she realized what she was doing, it was too late to stop. The sensation of her fingers slipping into her pussy slit had let loose the raging need chained inside her too-long-denied cunt.
Then she heard a loud moan from the bedroom. She focused her eyes on Tom who was now fucking wildly into the redhead's copper-furred cunt, his long, hard cock pistoning relentlessly in and out, wet now with the woman's cunt juices.
God... that looks wonderful! Lucy realized, and wished she had his cock ramming up her own hungry cunt. She tried to worm her hand further down so she could slip her fingers inside her hotly needing cunt, but the pants were too tight. Got to unzip them, she thought, flipping open the catch with her free hand and jerking down the zipper.
Now it was easier. As she watched the madly fucking couple in the bedroom, Lucy leaned forward a little, her pants pushed down around her thighs, one hand disappearing inside her bikini panties. She gasped aloud as one finger slipped up into her tight cunt and began to twist around inside. Slowly, her hips began to grind forward, as if she were fucking an invisible lover, still staring into the bedroom.
It had been a long time since Tom fucked her like that, Lucy thought regretfully as she watched the two illicit lovers struggling on the bed. Tom's cock looked as hard as a rock, as it dithered unceasingly in and out of the redhead's cunt. Lucy moved a little to one side so she could get a better look at the big organ as it pounded its way up into the wet depths of the woman's cunt.
She's really wet! Lucy realized. The woman's bright-red cunt hair was wet and dark with her gushing internal juices. The pubic hairs around Tom's cock were wet too, plastered to the gleaming shaft, soaked in the slippery lubricants. And then Lucy realized she was wet too, her finger audibly sluicing in and out of her tight blonde cunt. Eagerly she shoved in another finger, trying to imitate the big cock pounding up into the other woman's body.
How good it looked. Lucy could see Tom's cock pulling some of the redhead's tender cuntal tissues part way out of her tight hole as they clung to the base of his bloated shaft. Then they disappeared as Tom once again thrust hard up into his lover's cunt.
"Aaahaah! God... I'm gonna come!" the redhead was moaning. "Keep ramming it to me! I'm gonna come!"
"Just go ahead, honey, and we'll blow it off together," Tom panted back at her. "I'm just holding off until you make it."
Why doesn't he do that with me? Lucy asked herself bitterly. She could tell without a doubt that Tom was close to orgasm -- she had plenty of experience watching him come, usually without her. Now he was holding back as the beautiful redhead writhing wildly under him neared climax.
"Well I can come, too!" Lucy hissed. Pulling open her blouse, she slipped her bra up high, baring her tits, and began to maul the sensitive nipples with her fingers. The other hand, still inside her panties, was pounding in and out of her trembling cunt with frantic speed. And now a third finger had been added to the other two, nearing the approximate thickness of her husband's cock.
She could still see Tom's prick sunk to the hilt inside the redhead's cunt. Tom had slowed down the speed of his strokes. Now he was fucking into her slower, but harder, holding his cock almost all the way out of her moist hole for a second, poised and ready. Then, slamming down hard, he stabbed the full length of his massive rod deep into her, letting her aroused cunt muscles go to work on the ultra-sensitive tip. Lucy could hear his loins slamming against the woman's thighs with every brutal thrust.
She tried to imitate what was happening on the other side of the window, ramming her finger up her shuddering cunt with cruel force. Lucy knew she was close to coming -- she could feel her cunt muscles clamp greedily around her fingers each time she thrust them inside.
And then she heard the redhead's wild cry of ecstasy, and glancing at her face, saw the woman had started to come. Her green eyes were open for an instant, but then shut tightly. Tom's bellow drew Lucy's attention, and she saw that he too was coining, his cock buried to the hilt up the redhead's cunt. He was holding her down as her hips thrust wildly up at him in the throes of her climax. Staring at their obscenely-joined orgasms, Lucy saw a thick stream of Tom's come gushing out the woman's cunt and trickling toward her ass.
So Lucy let herself go. Silently she rocked back and forth in the darkness, fighting to stifle the moans and cries that started to bubble from her throat. She felt her hand growing hotter and wetter as her cunt juices poured out, expelled by the frantic spasms deep inside her climaxing cunt. Far a few seconds she wasn't aware of anything but the pleasure rocketing throughout her body. Then, as she began to slowly come down, she saw that Tom and the redhead had stopped fucking. They were lying still, Tom still on top, motionless. Lucy could hear them panting with exhaustion.
She was pulling her pants back up, trying to think what to do next, when she accidentally stepped on a stick and broke it. She saw Tom's head jerk up at the sharp snap, and she panicked, backing quickly through the bushes. When she heard the window being raised, she panicked completely, running wildly through the yard, furiously trying to button the pants and pull the zipper up.
For a moment Lucy wondered why she was running when it was Tom and the redhead who should feel guilty. But her unusual behavior -- when she had masturbated instead of challenging the two adulterers inside the house -- had confused Lucy. Needing time to think, she ran back to her rented car and drove away, oblivious to speed limits.
The next couple of hours were filled with hideous confusion for Lucy. She was afraid to go straight home. Afraid that Tom might walk in on her before she was ready to face him, now that he had finished with the redhead. If he had finished. It occurred to Lucy that they might actually be fucking again at that very moment. Once Tom had made love to her like that, when they were new to each other. He fucked her over and over again, until she'd wondered how his cock could get hard so often. Nothing like that had happened for over a year.
Lucy was only a few blocks from home when she saw a bar and decided a good stiff drink was what she needed. She was a little nervous when she went inside the dim lounge, realizing what conclusions were usually drawn when a woman went into a bar by herself. Sure enough, a seedy-looking man slouched over the bar tracked her with his bloodshot eyes as she quickly slipped into an empty booth.
"Your first one's on the house -- from him," the bartender said nodding toward the bar. Lucy looked at the smirking man at the bar and her blood began to boil.
"Tell him to save it for his alimony," she snapped. "And I'll have a screwdriver." Lucy reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of money and threw it down on the table. The bartender shrugged and went off to mix her drink.
Goddamn shitheads! Lucy silently raged, her anger against Tom suddenly directed toward the unknown man at the bar. Without a doubt that bastard's married. Whore the hell does he get off trying to hustle me?
The bartender brought Lucy her drink, and she turned back to her own troubles with Tom, prepared to begin feeling miserable and unloved. For a while she tried to convince herself that the only thing she could do was divorce Tom, but when she considered the consequences, common sense began to intervene.
"Hey... that's a pretty big step!" she warned herself. Was she really that crushed? After all, what had she done when she actually caught her husband in the act of fucking another woman? She'd played the part of a peeping Tom and masturbated. Big deal. Little by little she began to think that maybe the sex part -- the idea of Tom merely fucking another woman -- wasn't overwhelming or impossible to take. What infuriated her, though, was that he was out sneaking, fucking other women when he barely fucked his wife.
Leaving her at home, letting her wonder if something was wrong with her, if somehow she'd lost her attractiveness. That's what she was angriest about. But was that worth a divorce?
Perhaps not. For one thing, how was she going to live? Tom made a lot of money, and she knew she might be able to get alimony, but nowadays, with the new divorce laws, that wasn't a sure bet. She'd been a housewife since she and Tom married. Being dumped out to support herself no job or experience might not be too much fun. Lucy was amazed that she was able to assess her possible future with such objectiveness. Maybe the alcohol was helping. She drained the last of her first drink and ordered another. About half way through it, becoming a little drunk, she snatched at a little romanticism, convincing herself that another reason she wasn't eager for a divorce was because she loved Tom. Why else had she mated him?
Then the anger and resentment returned as she thought about Tom fucking the hell out of the redhead. Lucy had seen the sweat running from his body as he pounded his cock into the woman's red-haired snatch. How long since he'd put that much effort into fucking her, his own wife? It's... it's insulting, that's what it is! Lucy fumed. And as she fumed, the desire to find some way to get back at him -- some way a lot more creative than a mutually destructive divorce -- began to take root in Lucy's slightly fuddled mind.
Gotta turn the tables! Lucy kept repeating to herself. At first she wasn't fully aware of what she meant by that, but it slowly soaked into her brain that the only way she could pay him back was by doing to him what he had done to her.
By being unfaithful!
Sure, that was the way! Nothing would piss-off a man more than discovering his wife was cheating on him. It would be so easy! Instinctively, Lucy glanced at the man who'd offered to buy her a drink, but shuddered at the sight of his vacuous, drunken face. She'd have to do a hell of a lot better than that.
By the time she was on her third drink, Lucy was exultant. She'd found a way to get back at Tom, relieve her hurt and anger, and at the same time, get laid. The prospect of once again being free to make love to whomever she wanted began to excite the betrayed young woman. Her loins began to heat up as she tried to imagine a succession of strong, handsome young lovers, and by the time her glass was empty, she knew she was going to do it. Yes, it would be sweet.
Sweet revenge!
CHAPTER FOUR
Excitement mixed with fear bubbled up in Lucy as she watched Tom drive off to work the next morning. For her it had been a long, restless night, brief snatches of sleep riddled with bizarre sexual dreams. But she was proud of her new-found skill of deceit. So far she doubted that Tom suspected a thing -- either of what she was about to do to him, or that she knew about his illicit love life.
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