Darrel Jenkins laughed gutturally. Gil couldn't see him… he was too engrossed with the enchanting face smiling upward into his. Her swollen damp lips and her intoxicating breath were like the wine he'd been drinking… rare vintage. Her long-lashed green eyes looked hungrily up at him, and subconsciously, he sensed his eager hand moving toward her full, erect breast. He saw her tiny skirt falling back, revealing the enticing sight of her full soft thighs… maybe even a copperish wisp of cunt-hair! He swallowed tightly, all other thoughts obliterated from his brain suddenly, only the pink oval of her mouth and tongue between the even white teeth were real as he lowered his head and kissed her… kissed her… kissed her hungrily while his hand sought and kneaded the firm and resilient flesh of her full breast inside her dress…
"Squeeze them, Darling!" she whispered, secretly. "Squeeze them tight… I love to have my breasts squeezed and bit! Do you like to bite girl's breasts?"
Gil couldn't even speak! He tried, but nothing came! The sound and feel of her voice, the fragrance of her breath and the meaning of her words set his cock into a pounding hardness that left him breathless.
Her tits were unbelievable! So erect and full, with elongated nipples standing out a half-inch from the spherical flesh, hard like smooth marbles, and she began to squirm on top of him, her near-naked buttocks worming down onto his hardened shaft.
"C–Christ… let's get out of this room…!" he rasped.
"Yes, Darling… I'd like that," she whispered, continuing to undulate her full, rounded asscheeks in tiny lewd circles against his still growing cock. "It feels so nice and big pressed into my bottom; I want to see it and hold it… to kiss it and suck it for you…"
"Jesus Christ!" Gil gasped. He was thirty-eight years old, and he could never remember being so sensuously moved by the mere fescennine suggestion of forbidden sex, as he was at that moment. Not even his Jan had ever moved him like that!
She smiled warmly, and whispered again: "Will you kiss my pussy for me, Lover?"
"Damn! Just let me at it!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm… I'm going to love you, Darling… I just know it…" she murmured. "Come with me… I'll show you where…" Then, she got to her feet and had taken his hand…
… Suddenly, Jan made a little snoring sound beside him, bringing him back to the immediate. He looked over at her and drew the sheet up further to cover her lovely, naked breasts. God, she was so beautiful, and he loved her with all of his heart… she had to know that! They'd always enjoyed so many things together… Still, she'd made him feel so damned sexually inadequate their entire married life… never seeming to get enough no matter how long or hard he sweated over her… Yet, there'd been a time, just before they had left Tucson, that he'd felt certain they were reaching a new harmony, but since they'd moved to the ranch, whatever they had nearly discovered had flitted away from them.
Christ knows, his own drive was strong enough, and he doubted that hers had lessened one iota, but, in these past weeks he could count on the fingers of one hand the times that they'd made love… and each one had been a disaster on his part. He just couldn't satisfy her! It was no Goddamned wonder that she'd given up slipping into something sexy of an evening, or suggestively trying to seduce him in the cute little ways that only the two of them secretly understood… he couldn't take care of her and she'd obviously grown tired of fiascoes. But it hadn't been until a few hours before at the club and he'd seen her shuttling sluttishly from one man to another that it had struck him; she might be having an affair! or affairs! Christ, was it possible? His own Jan? Fucking other men? He still couldn't believe it… or was it just that he didn't want to believe it? Shit, he wasn't taking care of her, and she was too much of a woman to go without! She had to have it!
Damn! Damn! He shook his head miserably, tears burning in his eyes as he looked over at her. Poor darling, she was stupid drunk; thank God, she didn't suffer hangovers… but she was drinking more and more every day… as if she were trying to defy him… just as she tried to taunt him on the way home by fumbling with his pants and trying to get his prick out, then talking as filthy as possible… Christ, it was all his fault! He'd let her down… she and the twins… not intentionally, maybe, but he had! If only there was some way he could whip them away from all this… back to Tucson perhaps… but he couldn't, not now…! He'd gotten himself in the Goddamned bag, all right, and the worst was yet to come for his darling…! God almighty, what could he do…? What…?
Jan gave a start, grunting aloud and pushing away the sheet. Gil stared at her exposed, beautiful breasts in all of their enchanting loveliness… then, they became Randi's intoxicating globes once more…
… The tall redhead was walking toward the bed in the room where she had led him. He had already stripped his clothes away and climbed drunkenly onto the satin coverlets to wait for her. Smiling with her inimitable warmness, she had raised the mini over her head slowly, tantalizingly, revealing her breathtaking, white voluptuousness, her long-lashed green eyes locking on his throbbing hard prick as she came forward. She said: "Lover, it's beautiful… I can tell from here."
"L–Like your tits!" he'd gasped, watching them dance and sway provocatively to her every movement, then she folded a knee onto the bed, leaning forward, and they jutted out like lush, pink-capped, melons…
"Would you like to fuck them with it, first, Darling…?" she invited softly, her delicate use of the lewd word and her obscene suggestion bearing not the slightest trace of vileness for him. She climbed onto the bed and came close to him, her soft hand immediately going down to his hair-covered pelvis and gently grasping his cock. He choked out a groan at the warm and soft touch of her hand. She partially sat beside him, her long legs folded in a Z, her auburn tresses falling over her shoulders to veil her thrusting tits, and began to knowingly stroke his pulsing rod. "Would you…?" she repeated. "And I'll suck it when you cum. I like it that way for starters…"
"Starters? Jesus Christ! What do you do for enders…?"
She laughed, easing down on the bed beside him, letting go of his shaft and encircling her arms around his neck then smoothed her hands down his back, drawing him toward her as she rolled onto her back and he was half up over her; she was completely in command; he'd felt like a child…
"You're not one of them, are you, Lover?" she said softly.
"One of them…?"
For a moment, she was silent, her enchanting eyes searching his. "How did you ever get involved with Darrel Jenkins?"
"H-He's my boss… I mean, he's Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the bank I manage…"
"I see…" she said, tracing her fingers lightly through the blondish hair on his chest. "I like you, Gil. You're not an animal… and usually, it's animals… Now, I won't have to pretend… I know I'm going to love whatever you do to me… or make me do to you…"
She was whispering; he swallowed tightly, feeling her magnificent body hot and tight against his own. She rolled toward him, tighter into his arms, offering herself, her thighs snug against his own tensed ones, her belly a soft and luscious sensation. Christ, he wished he hadn't drunk so much! What was she talking about…? Animals? And he'd thought he'd blow his mind when she said, I know I'm going to love whatever you do to me… Or make me do to you! His cock throbbed lustily against the silken pubic curls of her reddish, hair covered mound. He felt her firm breasts digging pointedly into his chest, and her arms were around his neck pulling him to her. He let his own encircle her slender waist and draw her lower portions tighter to him.
"L–Listen… I'm just a dumb guy, Randi… and I don't know what this is all about," he stammered. "But Darrel said you had a husband… something about a swap club… well, I've got a wife at home, too, and I love her…"