"No kiddies… just a wife," he grunted, then noticed she wasn't getting dressed. "Hey, you going to be ready to go when I am?"
"Why go?" she replied. "This is a comfortable bed and the room's paid for the night. Maybe I'll stay here and masturbate. Maybe I'll call up a friend and have him come over here and fuck me."
"Goddamn! You are some weird broad!" Tom said in disbelief.
Now that he had gotten his fuck, he didn't care if he pissed her off or not. Unless he could get her name.
"Hey, where can I find you again?" he asked.
"You can't. I never fuck the same guy twice," she replied.
"Jesus Christ! Where did you break out of?" Tom said disgustedly. He tried once again. "Well, maybe we'll see each other in the same bar again."
"Maybe."
By now Tom was heading for the door. "Well, thanks for the fuck, Hot Lips. You got, a real future if you decide to do it for money."
"Bye-bye, Sonny-boy. You're a good, strong fuck. Feed that to your ego."
The door closed and the woman was alone. "Hung like a bull," she muttered. It wasn't until she heard Tom's car driving away that she started to dress. The first thing she picked up was the rumpled bundle of her panty hose. When she reached inside them, she found her panties were missing and couldn't be found anywhere in the room.
"Oh damn!" she murmured. "I must have left them in his car. Lose more panties that way, Mother told me never to take both legs out of them at the same time."
CHAPTER TWO
When Tom got home, his wife was waiting for him. Dinner was waiting too – in the oven, being kept warm.
"Sorry… got held up with a customer," Tom said.
"Well, you might at least have called," Lucy nagged. She was used to her husband being late for dinner.
As they sat down to eat, Tom found himself comparing his wife with the woman he had just fucked. What a difference! Lucy was bright and blonde where Hot Lips had been dark and earthy. But both women were equally beautiful in their different ways. While he took furtive glances at his wife's body, Tom decided that Lucy might be just a little more slender, a little tauter and less lush than Hot Lips. Too bad she's my wife, Tom thought. Good-looking woman and a good fuck.
Tom and Lucy had been married for nearly four years, and as far as Tom was concerned, the bloom had worn off their relationship after about the first eighteen months. He was twenty-six when they were married and had several years of swinging bachelor-hood behind him, crammed full of memories of countless women he had fucked.
Far that first year and a half of married life, Lucy had been enough. More than enough with her golden good looks, firm upthrusting breasts and tight, blonde-haired cunt. But Tom wasn't the type to climb faithfully into bed night after night with the same woman, automatically performing his husbandly chores. He craved sexual adventure, and for the last two and a half years, had been fucking every woman he could talk into it.
Which didn't leave him a hell of a lot of strength for his own wife. Lucy was a passionate woman, so passionate that she made Tom a little nervous. He knew way down deep inside that there was just no way he could completely satisfy her all by himself, particularly not if he wanted to fuck other women, too. He resented that a little. It hurt his pride, and he tended to be somewhat thoughtless in his lovemaking to Lucy.
He sat looking at her across the table, a little guilty as he remembered that only half an hour earlier he had been fucking the hell out of that strange broad he'd picked up. And like anyone else, he resented feeling guilty and looked for an outlet.
He could tell by the way Lucy had been moving around the kitchen that she was horny. All those little signs one becomes familiar with in another person after four years were all there. No doubt about it. She wanted to fuck.
But lately Tom hadn't much cared to fuck his wife. Over the past few months she'd begun having trouble coming, and he had to work and slave to get her off. Sometimes she didn't make it at all, which was a blow to Tom's pride.
But, as Tom kept looking at his wife's body and remembering his wild fuck with Hot Lips, he began to get horny too. He began to think it would be quite a turn-on to fuck both these beautiful women in the same evening. Shit, why not? He began to envision Lucy lying naked and moaning underneath him while he rammed up her juicy cunt his cock, still wet with the other woman's pussy juices. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants and knew his cock was getting hard.
"What's for dessert?" he asked suddenly.
"What would you like?" Lucy asked, her eyes big, blue, and unsuspecting.
"You!"
Lucy's eyes grew even bigger. The blue in them held for a moment and then deepened as she realized what he meant. She could hardly believe her ears. Tom hadn't fucked her for nearly a week, which seemed like an impossibly long time to the horny, young wife. She was afraid she was going to have to needle him in bed tonight until he finally gave in and fucked her. What a delight to have him suggest it!
Lucy got up from her chair. "Just as soon as I do the dishes…"
"Screw the dishes," Tom rapped out. "Let the cockroaches lick 'em clean. You and me are going to go into the bedroom and fuck!"
Lucy wondered what had gotten into him. He was like the old Tom, the lusty young stud she'd married, not the most recent, grouchy, Christ, not again, Lucy! I got to get up early! Tom who left her horny and nervous half the time. She felt a warm moistness between her suddenly trembling thighs as Tom stood up, took her roughly by one arm and began to drag her toward the bedroom.
"Oh, Tom!" she murmured when he took her in his arms next to the bed and bent to kiss her. His tongue thrust its way into her mouth and the moistness between her thighs felt as if it were starting to run down the inside of her legs. She ground her cunt again his upper thigh, whimpering as hot bolts of pleasure rocketed through her titillated pussy. The next thing she knew, Tom had shoved his hand inside her pants and one finger was sloshing through the upper end of her pussy slit.
"Aaahhh," Lucy moaned as her hips began to grind forward. Tom's other hand was kneading and squeezing her tits through her blouse.
"Come on, let's get out of these fucking clothes," Tom growled.
He began helping Lucy, tugging her blouse over her head, and unfastening her bra. He peeled the elastic strip from his wife's tits, wondering why in the hell she even bothered to wear one. Her tits were so firm and perfectly formed that they held the same shape whether she was wearing a bra or not. They stood out proudly from her sleek body, satiny and pink-nippled, the tips turning up a little toward the ends. And they weren't small! Maybe not as big and lush as Hot Lips', but damned fine tits. Maybe even a little livelier to the touch than Hot Lips' heavy boobs.
"Mmmm," Tom mumbled as he pressed his mouth on his wife's bare tits. Almost instantly, her pert nipples began to harden, peaking up inside his mouth. He could feel her tremble with delight as he sucked on the rubbery little nubs.
While he sucked, Tom was unzipping Lucy's pants, pulling them down, panties and all. He smelled the musky odor of aroused cunt as he bared her pussy. She had to break away from him to kick the pants clear of her ankles. Tom bent down to help her, and when he looked up, his eyes were staring straight at her cunt.
"God damn!" he muttered. The bed was right behind Lucy and Tom suddenly pushed her backward.
"Yaaahhhh!" Lucy yelped as the edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she fell backward onto the bed. As she hit, her legs spread open for balance, and Tom found himself staring straight up her pussy. God, what a difference! he thought as he compared his wife's tight cuntlips and sparse fringe of pale, blonde hair with Hot Lips' dark-thatched gash. Glancing up, he saw that Lucy was looking at him excitedly, sexual hunger obvious in her eyes.