"That's it, baby," he grunted down at her. "Fuck that cunt of yours up onto my cock. Fuck me back, baby! I'm cumming too!!"
"Oh yes… fill me… fill me with your cum. Fuck me hard," Rita gasped as she felt the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her vagina clasped hotly around its hard-driving thickness as her own lust-fired secretions once more erupted in adulterous answer and spilled out into the already drowning cavern of her wildly quivering cuntal passage.
Bob gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held himself there to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the sucking mouth of the young blonde's pussy.
"There's… my… cum… in… your… cunt!" he grunted over her, holding his exploding loins as tight as he could to her wildly gyrating pussy flesh. He could still feel her insides still gushing forth around his slowly deflating penis as she writhed greedily, anxious to suck from him all the sperm he had to offer. Shoving her ass-cheeks downward, Rita squirmed her frantically clutching anus around on his skewering middle finger until the palm of his hand was pressed flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring of flesh contracting around him.
Then it was all over for her. It had seemed endless, but she gave one last groan and trembled under him as she let herself collapsed to the floor. Her long tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she lay spread-eagled on the rug beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation.
Bob lay still for a moment, savoring the total depletion he felt in his loins. The tender young blonde's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around his now limp penis, and then as he slowly pulled himself away from her until it slipped uselessly out of her widely stretched cuntal opening, he pulled his middle finger out from between her silken asscheeks with a slight popping noise. As he rose to his knees above Rita's seemingly unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled golden hair around the sweetly pink lips of her pussy, glistening in the lights of the room. The smooth white flesh of her splayed out inner thighs was sticky with the mingled wetness of their fucking, cum dripping in tiny white rivulets down the crevice of her buttocks.
For a long time the love spent couple said nothing, each lost in their own thoughts. Bob was certain that if he could get Rita into the wife-swapping club of the neighborhood, she would make the greatest addition since Tina. And it wouldn't take all that much work to get her into the club, either, not now. She would more than likely do anything he wanted her to, now that he had brought her the happiness that her own husband had been failing to for so long.
Rita couldn't come to grips with her thoughts. On one hand, there had been nothing in her whole life as pleasurable as the sucking she had just received, and she mentally smiled as she thought of how it was a fitting revenge to Owen for the way he had treated her.
But there was her conscience still bothering her. This was the first time she had ever allowed a man who was not her husband to fuck her, and she was pretty certain that Bob did not know that. He probably thought she was very experienced in love making, but if there was anything she could see about her life now, it was that she had been pinning her hopes on only one man, and that was not a good thing.
But she was married, she reminded herself. As good as Bob's fucking had been, she could not allow it to happen again. Something like cheating on her husband wouldn't solve the problems she had with her marriage. There had to be a better way. Now that she had become totally satiated, maybe she would be able to think of one.
She opened her eyes and looked at Bob looking down at her. She couldn't think of anything to say. She wanted him to stay, and she wanted him to leave at the same time.
"Uuuuhhh… Owen might be coming home pretty soon," she said without the slightest emotion.
"I was thinking the same thing," he told her. "I think I'd better be going." Then he gave her a little wink. "I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other," he said, reaching for his clothes and dressing. Even as she lay on the floor in total nakedness, he was wondering how Tina was doing with Owen. He had to smile. What would this nice little cunt think if she knew that her husband wasn't out running the streets as she thought he was. Even though she had just committed adultery, she would probably be totally pissed at him for the fact that he was fucking another woman.
"What are you smiling about?" she asked as she raised her head and looked at him dressing.
"I'll be talking to you later," he winked, evading her question. "Don't forget the party I mentioned."
He walked out of the house, leaving the pleasantly fucked young wife alone with her conflicting thoughts. It hadn't seemed all that strange to her that Owen hadn't come home yet, but as she looked around the room, seeing her clothes scattered here and there, a twinge of guilt hit her. She decided that she had better clean things up fast before he did come home.
She was surprised that she had no remorse over what she had just done, just as she had no ecstatic feelings about it either. She could see that her life was going to be a little more complicated, and she did feel a little guilty, but mostly her feelings were gray, rather than either black or white, and she wondered how she would be able to relate to Bob, rather then how she would relate to Owen…
CHAPTER FOUR
An hour or so before Bob Reed left Rita's home, Tina and Owen entered the lovely dark-haired woman's home. Since she knew what she was looking for, Tina saw her husband stepping inside just as she was leading Owen's slightly wavering car down the dark, icy street. She had to smile to herself, thinking that, as usual, her timing and that of her husband's was perfect.
Owen parked his car in the street and walked quickly against the blast of cold air that threatened to bring more snow.
"Come on, coach," she called in a giddy tone, holding the door open for him, "let's not keep the head of the house waiting. I'm certain he's anxious to meet you."
She noticed that Bob had locked the door, a little signal that he expected to be gone for some time. As Owen walked past her into her home, she kept up her act that she had brought him home as much to see her husband as anything else.
"Youuhuuu… Bob!" she called through the empty home. "We have a guest!" Then she turned to Owen. "He's probably upstairs or something, taking a bath maybe."
"No, I don't think so," Owen commented, seeing the note Bob had written. "According to this, he's pretty angry with you."
"Hummmm… let me see that," she said, taking the paper from his hands. She read his words, telling her that he was very angry with her and had decided that he would go for a long extended walk… and that he didn't know when he would be home. She knew exactly what he was telling her… that he would be over at Rita's house until he finished fucking her, and that he would give her a little signal when he was through there. The whole thing appealed to Tina's sense of romantic interlude, and she wadded up the note and tossed into a waste basket.
"That's what I think of his playing around," she said, walking to where she and her husband keep their liquor. "If he thinks he's going to make me feel guilty, he's got another thing coming."
"Maybe I should just leave," Owen said sheepishly.
"Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort," Tina demanded. "Who knows? Maybe he'll come back. It's pretty cold out there."
Owen shrugged his shoulders, slipped out of his heavy coat and took a seat on the couch.
"What would you like to drink?" Tina asked him.
"Oh, I don't think I should have any more to… oh, what the hell? How about a Scotch? On the rocks this time."
"You got it love," Tina said, making his drink, and then making another martini for herself. As she moved around the liquor cabinet, Owen continued to stare at her ripe, voluptuous body, at her thick black hair that touched lightly at the out-thrusting mounds of her blouse-covered breasts. He hadn't noticed it in the bar before, but the cotton garment was pretty sheer… almost transparent in fact, and he could see that her flesh underneath was smooth and as cream white as her hair was dark. Then, too, there was the faintest hint, just a hint, of coral lipstick on her lush lips, and as she walked, she continued to sway her hips in a more than casual, less than provocative manner… enough to make Owen's cock begin spasming again. There was no doubt about it… she was one hell of an attractive woman… easily as attractive as Rita.