"Yes!" he hissed savagely. "Yes, Goddamn it, yes, yes, yes! I want you Christy, oh Christ, I want you to suck me and I want to fuck you!"
Christy laughed throatily – and released his cock and balls, stepping back. "Come with me," she commanded.
He stared at her, his temples pounding with the liquor and the passion she had set to burning inside him. "But – where? God, your husband… Vicki…"
"Don't worry about them," she said. She put out her hand. "Follow me, Kirk. Come with Christy."
It was as if she was commanding a little boy, and yet he was powerless to do anything but obey. He stepped forward, mutely, and she took his hand and led him across the wet balcony to a door set into the far wall. As they passed by the view window, he could dimly see that Eric Kaye was sitting beside Vicki on the couch, looking down at her, paying no attention whatsoever to what was happening on the balcony.
Kirk's heart was plunging wildly in his chest as Christy opened the door and led him into a short, shag-carpeted hallway. At its far end was another door, and she opened that, taking his hand and ushering him inside. She followed him, closing the door behind her.
It was a bathroom.
Black and gold tile covered the floor and walls, and the fixtures were of the same color scheme with polished gold faucets and trim. There was a large inlaid mirror on one wall. "This is our private bath. It's one of my favorite rooms."
Kirk stared about him open-mouthed. What was she going to do in here, for Christ's sake? The bathroom was huge, with plenty of open space, but…
She seemed to sense his confusion, and she laughed huskily. "We're going to take a bath together, Kirk," she said. "Won't that be fun? You and I together in the tub there."
The idea somehow aroused Kirk to even more passionate heights. He and Christy Kaye, bathing together while their respective spouses were in another room nearby! The very lewd boldness of it was tremendously exciting. Would she suck him off while they were in the bathtub? he suddenly wondered. Jesus, he'd heard about getting a blow job while you were taking a bath, but he'd never in his wildest dreams thought it would happen to him. He'd only had one blow job in his life, and that was from a town girl near the Army camp where he'd been stationed five years ago.
Christy stepped forward to the sliding, frosted glass doors covering the bathtub and drew them open. She closed the drain and turned on the hot and cold water faucets; then straightening, she turned to Kirk again.
And she began to take her silver lame gown off.
His cock palpitated maddeningly as he watched the sultry silver blonde reach behind her and draw the zipper down, then shrug out of the garment. It fell slowly, like cascading, shimmering diamonds, and puddled around her ankles to radiate in the overhead light. She was clad in a French brassiere that did little to conceal her ripely rounded breasts, and a pair of bikini panties that covered even less of her beautiful buttocks. She spread her legs apart, and then slowly reached behind her to unhook the brassiere, letting it fall to the floor as well. Her naked young breasts bobbed into view, and Kirk sucked in his breath at the sight of the proudly upraised mounds jutting out from her chest, topped with rigid brown nipples in the darker fields of her areolae.
Her hands stroked her sides as she moistened her lips provocatively, never taking her eyes from Kirk's face. Slowly, her hands slid down to her hips, to the waistband of her panties. With that same tantalizing slowness, she drew the flimsy little nylon triangle down, down over her dark black pussy hair that contrasted startlingly with her white skin and her silver blonde hair. Then the wet, petal-like lips of her hair-lined cunt came into view, and again Kirk sucked in his breath; his wildly burgeoning cock jumped, and he could feel seminal fluid ooze from the glans opening.
Christy stepped out of her panties finally, and stood nakedly unashamed before him. Her legs were long and tapered and her buttocks were satin-smooth and dimpled enticingly. She stepped forward, still letting her pink tongue flick over her lips.
"Do you like?" she asked in a teasing, girlish voice. She cupped her breasts. "Do you like my tits? Are they big enough for you?"
"Yes! Oh God, yes!"
"And my cunt?" Her hands dipped lower, framing the ebony triangle as if it were some work of art. "Do you like my cunt, Kirk?"
"Oh Jesus, I love it! I love it!"
Christy laughed appreciatively. "Get naked, honey," she told him. "Get naked so I can see that big beautiful cock of yours."
Kirk hesitated, as guilt once more seized hold of him. No, he thought, God no, I can't do this, I can't! It's… it's insane! How can I take a bath with this woman, have her suck my cock, fuck her, how can I do that with my wife in the same house, with her husband in the same house? It's crazy, like some dream… maybe it is a dream, maybe I'll wake up any minute now… but no, it's real, all right, that cunt of hers is real and those beautiful tits are real and my cock, so hard it's about ready to burst is real… Jesus, I want her, I want her! I've got to have her… yes, that's all that matters! I've got to have her or I'll go out of my mind!
Having made his decision, whether right or wrong, Kirk felt as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He blanked his mind to all but the provocative woman who stood naked before him, to all but the billowing heat of building cum that bloated his balls. Feverishly, he tore at his clothes, throwing his suit coat onto the floor, tearing his shirt and tie off, unbuckling his trousers and letting them fall. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, shed his shorts and T-shirt.
At last he, too, was naked. His long hard cock jutted out from his hirsute loins like a huge, quivering standard, the head an angry purplish red and sheened with his seminal fluid. His balls hung swollen in their soft, swaying sac below, swinging lightly as his chest heaved with excitement. His eyes were glassy.
Christy let out a soft sighing whistle of approval. "It's everything I thought it would be, Kirk," she said. "It's a beautiful cock, even more beautiful than my husband's. God, I'm going to give such a wonderful cock everything it deserves; I'm going to lick it and suck it until I milk every last drop of cum from those beautiful hairy balls of yours!"
A small, tortured cry erupted from Kirk's throat, and he lunged forward, gathering Christy in his arms, pressing his rigid shaft against her belly. His hands roughly caressed her soft warm breasts, kneading and squeezing them, rolling the turgid nipples between thumb and forefinger. He was almost mindless with lust for her, making little mewling sounds in his throat.
She moved to the medicine cabinet set on one wall, opened it, and removed a large bottle. She took the bottle to the tub and emptied some of its clear liquid into the rapidly-filling, king-size receptacle. Dimly, Kirk saw that it was bubble bath, that shining colored bubbles were forming on the steaming water which was emptying down from the gold faucets.
Christy reached out and shut off the taps at last, and there was no sound in the bathroom then except for his ragged, excited breathing. She leaned forward, presenting her soft, velvet buttocks to his eyes, and raised one leg to place her foot on the lip of the tub. Kirk's impatiently pulsating penis gave a convulsive leap as he saw the soft, fluted lips of her cunt flower open before his eyes, saw the glistening strands of curly black pubic hair that fringed the moist teasing slit. Then she put one foot into the water, testing it, and stepped over into the brimming, bubbled water. Slowly, tantalizingly, she sank down into it, until the bubbles completely covered her voluptuous body, only her silver head showing her eyes lidded. "Come on in, honey," she invited. "It's just fine in here."
Kirk, his brain containing nothing in that moment but overwhelming lust, needed no further urging. Trembling, his massively thickened cock swaying in front of him, he joined her in the tub, sitting down opposite her at the other end. His feet slid along the outside of her legs as he settled down, his toes touched the satiny skin of her hips and sides, the water was hot and sweet-smelling, and he could feel the warmth send little ripples of pleasure along his groin.