It was an orgy to remember… even for the worldly Zeke and Zola.
Heather stayed later than she ever had before, so engrossed was she in the blind erotica of making love to this turned-on couple. It was nearly four in the morning when she finally headed home.
She was nervous about facing Tom. Even he probably wouldn't believe she had been out with the girls until this hour.
With any luck he'd be sound asleep, passed out after a heavy dose of forgetfulness tonic-booze.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tom had long ago recognized the destructive pattern in his own behavior. His marriage was in a shambles. His sex life was a big fat nothing. His only true friend and ally seemed to be a trusty bottle of rye.
For several weeks he worked harder at his job than he ever had before. And when he wasn't working, he was boozing.
Until the night he decided that enough was enough.
It was time some things got taken care of.
For one thing, he was horny. Incredibly horny. He hadn't fucked his wife since he couldn't remember when. For a while, with all the working and drinking, he had tried to convince himself that it didn't matter. That he had neither the time nor the inclination for a soft wet pussy.
But then he let himself think about what it was really like. He let himself remember the way a wet cunt clings to an aching cock, rubs it, massages it… until there's just no way a guy can hold on any longer. He let himself think about the way a couple of soft firm tits yield under a strong embrace. And he wanted to feel a hot cunt around his cock. He wanted to fondle a pair of round swelling tits.
His first try at satisfying his aching horniness had been the night he tried to gab his wife when she got home from work and a drink "with the girls". That had been a dismal failure.
Then be started to notice some of the women at the bar he had got into the habit of visiting with the guys. One of them was a tall sexy blonde with a pair of knockers out front that made him drool just to think about them.
He watched tier for a couple of days, without making any attempt to meet her. Then he had a few words with a guy named Joe, who seemed to know her.
"Do you think you could introduce me, Joe?" Joe was surprised. Somehow he had gotten the idea that Tom was the faithful homebody type. But every guy had to get a roving eye sometime. "Sure, old buddy. Fay is always gad to meet a new guy."
Tom felt a little awestruck when he was brought face-to-face with the full-blown blonde. She smiled invitingly at him. It was an unmistakable smile, one that told him he was in like Flint.
But for just an instant something inside him recoiled. This wasn't Heather. This wasn't his beautiful, red-headed wife. He hadn't fucked anyone but her for so long, it seemed almost evil to even think of such a thing.
Then his suspicions about Heather rose to the fore. She couldn't be with the girls as often as she claimed. And any woman as sexy as Heather just had to be getting it somewhere else when she wasn't even bothering him. He had never really let himself deal with that near-reality.
But now he was ready to use it to rationalize himself into a pair of strange panties.
"Hi, Fay. Glad to meet you. I've been watching you for a long time, and, let me tell you, you are one beautiful woman."
"Why, thank you, Tom."
Now that he was this close to her, Tom realized Fay was probably several years older than he was. But still she was a good-looking woman. And a sexy one. It made his blood boil just to watch the way she shifted her body on the barstool.
He ogled her full, out thrusting tits as he spoke to her. "I was wondering if you might like to go get a bite to eat with me."
"Gee, Tom, that sounds real nice."
Honesty demanded he make one confession. "I guess I should tell you, though… I'm married."
She continued to smile brightly. "Oh, that's okay. I guess we've all been that way at one time or another."
"Yeah, I guess. That's real understanding of you, Fay."
They went to a local family restaurant and had hamburgers. Tom didn't even have to throw any hints. Fay invited him over to her apartment for coffee as soon as the waitress had brought their check.
Her apartment was modest, but comfortable.
"Yeah, I've lived here five years now. Feels like home, even though I keep promising myself I'll be moving into something better. I guess I might be here for another five years. Oh, well, that's the breaks, I guess."
Tom realized how easygoing this woman was in comparison to the lively Heather. While he felt some contempt for the woman for her lack of ambition, at the same time he felt rested in her company. She didn't threaten him with her energy, the way Heather often did.
Maybe, too, she'd be happy with his fucking, the way he liked to do it, without making him feel like he was doling out rations.
He was surprised when the big blonde started to take off her clothes.
"Aren't… aren't we going to have a cup of coffee?" he stammered.
It wasn't that he was really thirsty. He just wasn't used to dealing with unknown women. Fay's forthrightness staggered him. It was as if she had nothing to protect, nothing to hold back from him.
Anything he wanted was his for the taking.
That prospect became definitely cheerful when Fay stood naked in front of him. She was a pretty, well-proportioned woman. Her lush tits stood out full and inviting, even without the support of her brassiere. Her waist was narrow. Her belly was smooth and tight. Her ass flared out just the right amount as she turned her back to him and reached into the closet.
"Time for coffee," she said, and smiled as she noticed the evident admiration in his eyes. She slipped a filmy negligee over her nakedness and started to head for the kitchen.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
He reached out and grabbed her. He pulled her close and buried her mouth in a long searching kiss.
No longer was he overawed by the fact that he was alone with a woman other than his wife. He knew just what he wanted to do, and he was ready to do it. His cock was throbbing heatedly inside his pants.
"Oooohhh, that's a nice – feeling bulge you've got down there," she cooed into his ear as she wriggled her pussy-mound against the swelling in his trousers. "I'd like to see that. May I?"
Without further ado, she reached don and opened his fly. Groping inside, she grasped the hard girth of his prick and pulled it, hard and throbbing, into the open air.
Before Tom knew what had happened, she was don on her knees in front of him.
"Oh, Tom, you have such a beautiful cock!" It was her turn this time to stare wide-eyed with admiration. "God, I want to feel it inside my mouth! I want to taste it! Can I?"
Without waiting for him to give his permission, she opened her mouth wide and enclosed his palpitating cock-head between her red lips. She began to suck enticingly on it, as though it were the tip of a popsicle.
"Mmmm… tastes good!"
While he watched, her head bobbing back and forth along his swollen cock-shaft, coating it with a shining layer of saliva.
Tom threw back his head and groaned appreciatively. He raped her hair and helped move her head back and forth along his tingling prick. Nothing this titillating had happened to Tom in a long time. He felt aroused. He felt alive. He felt as though this woman had just handed him back, his manhood.
"Uuuuhhh! Jee-zuz, woman, suck it! Suck it!"
His cock felt like it had just slipped into a tube lined with honey. The erotic stimulus was sensational. All he could do was close his eyes and hold onto her hair for dear life. She was taking him on the ride of a lifetime.
Tom was learning how really appealing sex could be, in the right circumstances, at the right time, with the right woman.