Jayne didn't answer for a moment.
She was just beginning to assimilate the fact that her husband was, at that very moment and in her very bed, sixty-nining with some girl named Shirley.
Her first impulse was, as Jonathon had assumed to get a taxi and rush home.
But then she thought: But why?
He's already done it. I can't prevent what has already happened… is happening right now, in fact… what does it matter if I rush home or not? Will I scream and shout at them? Will I yank that bitch's hair out by the roots-bleached hair, no doubt – or should I act reasonable and civilized about it, laugh it off, philosophize… I simply have no idea what to do or say if I go home.
Perhaps I should tell Jonathon that I understand and don't mind because I was doing the same thing with Reginald! That might be the best idea… if I make him jealous, if he thinks that sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, he'll think twice about it before he cheats on me again.
But no! I mustn't let him know that I fooled around with Reginald before I knew that he was fucking and sucking with that horrid Shirley. That would defeat my purpose. I must get the thing in the proper chronological order so that Jonathon is the guilty party and I am blameless – so that it seems. I only let Reginald finger fuck me after and because I found out what my husband was doing.
So I can't hurry home too quickly. I have to leave enough time to make that plausable.
Anyhow, I only let him feel me up – it was just a little harmless fun, really… not at all the punishment that my husband deserves. I'll have to pretend that we did more than that, that we fucked or sucked to make my revenge effective.
But I've never been a good liar.
Jonathon will know I'm just making it up.
Unless…
She looked at Harris. He looked worried and concerned. He also looked handsome and desirable and he still had a huge throbbing lump in his pants.
And it would serve Jonathon right!
Jayne smiled at her boss.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes. I was a bit shocked, is all."
"Shocked? Why?"
"Well, it would seem that my darling husband has picked up some tart and brought her home."
"I'm sure he can explain…"
"Hardly. They were sixty-nining."
"The swine!" said Harris, forgetting completely that he had been trying to seduce Jayne and to get involved in the same class of infidelity.
"The question is… what shall I do about it?" Jayne asked, tilting her head and smiling.
"Well, you could divorce him, or you could whack him in the balls, or you could…"
"…get revenge in kind," she finished his sentence.
"Why, yes," he said, as if that idea had only just now occurred to him.
"Reginald?"
"Ummm?"
"Come here…"
Jayne was still sitting on the edge of the desk, her nylon-sheathed thighs parted, her dress pulled up slightly. Harris moved back to his previous position, standing in front of her, slightly to one side, where he had been standing when he finger fucked her. They stared at each other for a moment and then she placed her hand behind his neck and drew his head down. They kissed passionately, mouths grinding together.
Jayne waited until the kiss had terminated.
She wanted to see what she was doing.
Then she opened his trousers, dipped her hand in and hauled his stout prick out.
Harris had one of those tapering pricks that seem adapted to wedging into tight holes, thick at the base and gradually narrowing through its length until it came to a point at the tip. Jayne held it in her hand and gazed at it with interest. She had never fucked a cock like that. Her husband had a tubular cock with a big, bulbous knob and she was intrigued by the difference between the two. She held his prick in her palm, moving it up and down as if judging the weight on a scale. Her other hand folded around the root. She pulled her fist slowly up his shaft, watching the foreskin roll up over the head, then pushed back and watched the tapered knob flare out from the taut stalk. Harris was very hot and very hard.
She bent down and touched her tongue against the gleaming tentatively. Then she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck.
Harris groaned, hardly believing his good fortune.
He had hoped to screw her but he had not dared to imagine she might give him some head.
He understood why she was doing it, of course – he knew that she was not blowing him strictly because she lusted for his pecker, but rather that she wanted to get revenge on her errant husband, fitting the punishment to the crime.
But Harris, with his cock buried in a soft, warm mouth, didn't give a damn why it was there.
He didn't move for a moment, just standing rigid with his hips thrust out. He thought that she might only intend to give him a brief suck as a preliminary to fucking and he didn't want to get too carried away, too involved in a joy that might not last very long.
But as she continued to suck purposefully and bob her head up and down on his big dick, he realized that the sexy, hot assed girl in tended to let him come in her mouth.
Lust twisted his features – his eyes narrowed and his lips drew back from his teeth. He placed his hands on her head, holding her steady, and began to move his hips so that he was fucking into her mouth. His tapered knob dipped right down hat throat as she took it all. He could see from her expression that she was loving it, as well. And she was skilled. Her lips pulled up and down, her cheeks folded around his knob, her tongue flashed back and forth as he fed the meat in and out.
She whimpered, she panted, her hot breath billowed over his hinted balls as her head went down on his cock. She was drooling down the tat stalk, saliva running down as her lips pulled up, then slurping her own saliva up as she went down to the hilt once more. Her head tilted to the side. She gazed up at his face as she sucked on his prick. From that angle, Harris could see his thick shaft disappear in her mouth, see it emerge and vanish again as she continued to drag her compressed lips up and down.
Harris had got so excited while he was finger fucking her that he wasn't going to last very long.
He could feel the thrill building steadily.
"I'm going to cum…" he rasped, either warning her or promising her that hot load, still not absolutely sure that the girl wanted to drink his jism.
She drew her lips up until only the tip of his knob was in her mouth and, speaking right down his dong, said, "Ummm… that's the idea…"
She had taken it as a promise.
And now, having enjoyed sucking on his tasty cockmeat, the sexy girl was eager to swallow his cream. She cupped his swollen balls in one hand. She wrapped her other hand wound the thick shaft and began to pump him up and down as she sucked, adding manual stimulation to the oral as she sought to bring him off quickly. Her hand frigged up and down a few inches at the root of his dick and her lips came down to meet her hand it ran, then pulled up to the vibrant knob as her hand pushed bat down, causing that knob to flare mightily in her mouth.
Seeing how eager and impatient she was to have him shoot in her mouth, Harris begun to fuck in to her face with renewed efforts, driving his prick firmly through her fist and past her tight lips and over her flaring tongue as he spiked it right back into her throat.
He was face fucking her with such vigor that her head was rocking back and forth, buffeted by his thrusts.
A low moan hissed from the man.
Jayne whimpered, realizing what that moan signified.
She pushed her head down and drew her back up, sucking through every savory inch. Her hand frigged up and down like a piston. She began to move her hand farther up his stalk as she held only his cockhead in her mouth and sucked on it passionately.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum.