As man of the world he pretended to be, Eddie was not in fact that knowledgeable when it came to sex. He would not have believed that he was capable of another sexual bout so soon, but his immense cock began to engorge with blood, rising jerkingly into the moistness of her well-educated pussy-lips.
As soon as she felt the first throbbing of his erection, she slid off him, gripped his big cock in her hands, milking the foreskin back and sucked him to hardened readiness, flopping to her back to take him into her with her legs pulled up to her chest and reveling in the gigantic hunk of pulsating flesh he was sinking into her cunt.
Then, he went into her with a rush with long, slow and deliberate strokes, his ejaculation and climax delayed, he brought her to orgasm until finally she was completely spent, satiated from the unending pleasure of it.
Sally lay on her back, unable to gather the strength to ease him, bring him completion, and he was frantic, fucking into her unresponding cunt, unable to cum again he was so uptight.
Pulling out of her, he knelt over her lips, forcing her to take his aching cock into her mouth. She nibbled on it, finally taking all of him to suck while he moved his pelvis in a motion over her face, forcing her to take even more of him on each downstroke, making her gag as it drove to the back of her throat, her lips turning in as she absorbed him without complaint; while, on the outstroke, her lips pulled out, the pink, inner parts of her mouth showing.
It was hard work, but finally the boiling sperm came hosing through the length of him, spewing the viscous, white semen thickly into her mouth. She kept swallowing until all of the sticky cum was siphoned from his jerking cock and was consumed. Then, he rolled heavily to his side and slept beside her.
The next time they awakened it was 3AM and they dressed themselves hurriedly in silent exhaustion; both of them totally sexually spent.
Alyce Frampton got up the next day with a sleeping pill hangover and the fervent hope that her husband would have some explanation for his errant ways.
No such explanation was forthcoming. Eddie slept until almost noon as his first group would not start until one o'clock and didn't even so much as mention the lateness of his arrival home the previous evening.
Alyce tried to be as pleasant as possible under the circumstances but her husband seemed to be ignoring her.
When finally, he picked up one of his new fiberglass racquets and threw a white sweater over his shoulders and abstractly waved good-bye without kissing her, she feared the worst. It was the first time in the three months since they had been married that he had failed to kiss her good-bye and to the already fearful, suspicious wife it was almost a sign that it was all over.
The gnawing question in her mind surfaced suddenly, punching her in the gut with its intensity. What if Eddie's already found another woman? Someone to do all those horrible perverted things with…
Alyce didn't know that she was the third of three wives that evening in what was turning into a little circle. Unfortunately, she was the only one out of the three, Nina Marsdale, Sally Dunn had both had a wildly satisfying bout of sexual ecstasy. Alyce didn't know that she was the only one hanging out there in sexual frustration she only knew that something was dreadfully wrong and she wanted the score to change.
CHAPTER FIVE
Eddie drove to his afternoon group unable to concentrate on anything but the memory of the wild night of uninhibited sex with Sally Dunn. She could still feel her lips around his cock sucking him dry as he parked his car. She had sucked every last ounce of sperm from his cock like she was dehydrated in the desert.
Suddenly the woman that he could see in his mind's eye stuck her head out of the rear of the pro shop and called, "Eddie, you're wanted on the telephone."
"Okay, Sally, thanks," he called loping across the parking lot to the telephone in the pro shop.
"Yes," he said into the telephone, "Eddie Frampton here."
"Eddie it's Nina Marsdale. I'd like to have a little talk with you today. What's your group schedule like today?"
"Well, let's see," he said uncertainly. What the hell did Nina Marsdale want with him? "I have a group in a couple of minutes at one, and then one at two, and I think that's it. I should be through here by four at the latest. What is it?"
"I don't wish to discuss it on the telephone, Eddie. Why don't you meet me for a drink about four. How about the Carlton Hill Hotel cocktail lounge?"
The mysterious tone of her voice and the urgency she projected to him, her words surging through his consciousness, held him absolutely intrigued.
"Well, all right, Mrs. Marsdale, if it's important, I'll be there. Carlton Hill at four."
"That's a good little boy!" she said and then she hung up.
"Did I hear correctly?" Eddie asked himself stunned that the wife of his boss would be so flippant with him.
He didn't have time to dwell on it. He had a group to teach and then there would be the matter of breaking the news that he wouldn't be home again this evening to Alyce. Things were certainly getting busy for the young tennis pro.
Between his next group lessons he called his wife.
"Alyce," he said. "I won't be back for dinner tonight. They're having a board meeting tonight and deciding whether they can expand the club facilities and I have to be here. I don't know how late it's going to be so don't hold dinner and don't wait up for me."
She was instantly suspicious. Two late nights in a row. Just what was happening with her husband? But the young wife still felt a bit foolish about thwarting her husband's advances and she didn't want to start a row so she choked back the angry tirade that threatened to rush forth from her mouth.
"Okay, Eddie," was all she could manage. "I love you."
"Oh, Alyce, I love you too. Now don't go getting all worked up because we're separated once in a while. Why don't you call up one of your friends and go to the movies or something?" he said trying to distract her from his guilt.
"Maybe I will," she said none too convincingly. "See you later, dear."
For some reason after his last private lesson before his meeting with Nina Marsdale, Eddie took a long soothing shower and shaved. He patted on some after shave he kept in his locker and carefully dried his hair.
Now, he was glad that he had as he sat side by side with Nina Marsdale in a booth in the dimly lit cocktail lounge of the Carlton Hill Hotel. Eddie decided to have the same drink that Nina ordered, a dry martini, and over their drinks they sat chatting of trivialities as they became acquainted with each other.
Eddie was struck by the petite, yet exotic beauty of the woman. There was the Oriental mystery of her slanted eyes, her jet black hair cut in a precision style flattering to straight hair, the fashionable fit of her dress, revealing her petitely perfect body, the vivacity of her smile, and her animated stimulating conversation. Why had she chosen this place to talk to him and what was it she wanted to talk to him about, for she still had not revealed to him an inkling of the nature of their meeting.
"Eddie," she suddenly became serious, "what are your future plans at Marina? Do you aim for the board or do you want to be a tennis bum all your life?"
Wary now and even slightly angry at her boldness, he said, "Are those loaded questions?"