“Fuck me hard,” Beth cried, her long legs twining around his back. She locked her ankles and held him tight against her open cunt. “Yeh, yeh, fuck me, Andy, make me cum good!”
He fucked her hard, his own orgasm close from the beginning. He didn’t even notice how wet and loose she was.
“Don’t stop… keep going,” she wailed when she felt his stuff spouting. “I’m so close, so close!” She held him in with her legs and humped up against him.
“No more cocktail patties for you,” he groaned.
“No more cocktail parties,” Beth cried, lifting her ass off the floor. “Stay hard, Andy, stay hard for one more minute!”
And then she was coming. She hadn’t thought she could make it again for a week after the orgasms she’d had at the party, but she was making it big. It felt so good.
“You’re completely naked under your dress,” he said.
“Yeh it was so exciting.”
“Exactly what the hell did you do at the party?”
“Got drunk, and talked, and thought about coming home and getting fucked.”
Beth wouldn’t admit to anything that was incriminating, so Andy didn’t know for sure, even if most of his guesses were correct.
His cock was still inside her, and it started to erect. Beth cooed when she felt it, and started moving her hips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Several days later, Andy stopped at Doc’s office to pick up Beth from work. Luckily, Beth was there. “Doc won’t mind if you leave a little early, I’m sure. We’re invited to a cocktail party tonight.”
“You said no more cocktail parties,” Beth said.
“This is different. It’s a respectable cocktail party. Besides, you’re going with me,” he said with obvious irritation. “We can leave your car here and I’ll bring you to work in the morning. We’ll stop and have a steak so you won’t have to make dinner.”
“Sounds marvelous. I’ll tell Doc I’m leaving. He won’t care.”
“Where’s Evelyn?” Andy asked.
“She’s not here today, got the flu or something.”
“She must really be sickly. She’s never here.”
Beth suppressed a laugh. “I’ll tell Doc I’m going.” She went to Doc’s door, tapped lightly, and stuck her head inside. Sue, Doc’s best friend’s wife was with him. He’d been with her every day since the last party. They were on Doc’s couch, and they were both naked. “I’m leaving early, Doc. Andy is here to pick me up,” she said.
“Lock the door on your way out, honey. I don’t want to be disturbed,” Doc said.
“Honey, you’ve been disturbed for a long time,” Beth said. She closed the door. “Doc’s on the phone long distance,” she said, “He said to lock the door on our way out.”
“I don’t see, how the guy makes any money. He’s closed half the time.”
“Sweetie, you should have as much trouble making money.”
Andy gave her a dirty look and left ahead of her.
They stopped at a steak house and had a couple of drinks, big rare T-bones, and then a couple more drinks. When they got home, Beth mixed highballs and went to the bedroom.
“I get the shower first,” she called.
When Andy got his turn and was out, Beth was sitting naked at her mirror putting on makeup. She spun around and spread her legs when he came in. She was on her second highball.
“Would you like to eat me, before we go?” she said.
“Shit, Beth, that’s all you think of anymore. And don’t drink anymore before we go. I don’t want you drunk.”
“I’m already a little drunk,” she said, and ran her finger through her deep slit. “My little pussy wants you.”
“Shit,” Andy said, and took his shorts from the dresser. “I don’t want you to make an ass of yourself tonight. There’s gonna be a guy there tonight with barrels of money– oil money. He’s an Arab, but a hell of a nice guy, and he just might give me a commission to design a whole town. You hear that, a whole fucking town. I want to make a good impression.”
“An Arab?” Beth asked.
“Yeh, an Arab. A rich Arab,” Andy answered.
Beth put on a sheer, long sleeved blouse, a floor length skirt, and shoes, nothing else.
“That blouse is a little thin to go without a brassiere,” he said. “I can almost see your nipples.”
“Just almost?”
“Yeh, almost, or I’d make you put on a bra. Wear those long, dangly ear rings, those Arabs like that kind of shit.”
Beth wasn’t surprised when the Arab with barrels of money turned out to be Abdul Zarie. She had expected it. He was there with a tall, dark, extremely beautiful young woman named Mara. Her sleek blouse came all the way up to her neck and it was skin tight. She didn’t have large tits, but she had large nipples, and it was obvious that she wore no brassiere. She wore a floor length skirt that was split all the way up both sides and short, short hot pants. She was a very leggy young woman.
“Beth, this is Abdul Zarie,” Andy said.
“Call me Ab, more American,” Ab said, taking Beth’s hand and kissing it. “You have a lovely wife.”
Beth was disappointed that he showed no recognition, yet relieved. Andy wouldn’t understand.
“Could I have the pleasure of dancing with your lovely wife? They have an excellent combo tonight,” Zarie said, flashing his perfect, white teeth under his thick, black moustache.
“Yes, of course,” Andy said. “Be my guest.”
Ab took Beth’s hand and led her to the small dance floor. He hadn’t bothered to introduce Mara to either of them. He drew Beth close.
“I’ve thought of you a great deal since last we met,” he said.
“I thought maybe you’d forgotten me,” Beth said.
“There is no way I could forget you, but I got the distinct feeling that it would be better if I acted like we had never met.”
“I’m glad you did. Andy thinks I meet too many men working for Doc. He’s been making noises like maybe I should quit.”
“But you won’t,” Ab said.
“Not without a fight.”
She felt his hands on her back, then her hips, and finally on her ass. He cupped the ample globes let the tips of his fingers inch into the deep cleft and pulled her tight against his crotch.
“You’re naked under that long skirt,” he said.
“Yes, does it excite you?”
“Can’t you tell?”
Beth could tell. His cock pressed hard against her belly. She could tell he was big. It excited her. She could feel the wet, horny feeling between her legs. They danced, their mouths pressed together, his tongue in hers, and then hers in his.
“Would you like to fuck me?” she whispered.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he answered.
“God, I hope so.”
The dance ended too soon. Beth’s nipples were hard, and her cunt was wet. She went to the bar before she danced with her husband. It wasn’t the same, dancing with her husband.
Beth was pleasantly drunk when Andy told her they were going to Ab’s for a nightcap. He was convinced that Ab was going to offer him the commission. He was pleased, too, that Beth had made such a good impression. “He really does like you,” Andy said.
It surprised Beth that her husband didn’t mind that Ab really did like her. Maybe he didn’t realize how Ab liked her. She wondered.
They didn’t have far to go. Ab had the top floor of the hotel. On the elevator up, Beth asked if Mara wasn’t coming.
“She’ll be along in a while,” Ab told her.
The suite was lavish, the view from the terrace breathtaking. Drinks were mixed and Ab sat on the couch beside Beth and Andy in a facing chair. Ab was drinking orange juice. He never touched intoxicating beverages.
Ab let his arm glide over Beth’s shoulders while he dangled the commission in front of Andy. He explained it would be necessary for Andy to fly over to his country to get the lay of the land. His arm was securely around Beth, and he slid his hand up and cupped one of her tits, bouncing it gently. “You have a lovely wife, Andy,” he said.