He didn't feel he had to fuck this woman. Therefore he wanted to do every sexy thing with her he could think of. He felt free and sexy. Alive and aroused.
Tom was rediscovering sex.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and drowsy with lust. "Oooohhh, Tom, I love the feel of your cock in my mouth. It makes my pussy so hot to do this!"
"Does it? Does it, baby?"
The thought that the juices of excitement were probably seeping from this voluptuous woman's cunt as she sucked him made Tom's cock throb with eagerness. He imagined how good it would be to sink his swollen prick deep into her clasping pussy.
That thought was too good to let pass. He wanted to fuck her. To fuck her right now!
"Jeez, baby I gotta do it to you! I gotta fuck you!"
A little roughly, he raised her to her feet and led her over to the big dresser. He bent her over it and raised the skirt of her negligee high up over her shoulders. The round flail moons of her buttocks stared appealingly up at him. He inn his fingers sensually over their curved surface. Then he guided his cock-tip in between the swells of her ass-cheeks.
"Oooohhh!" she squealed in lusty anticipation. "Oh, Tom, I want to feel your cock in me so bad!" Her cunt was soaked with her juices. Her pussy-lips flared open with unabashed need.
She was a woman who wanted to get fucked, and she made no bones about it. She wriggled her ass up at the man she had just picked up in the bar. She tilted farther forward, flying to give him better access to her pussy.
As he shoved forward, she shoved back. And his cock slipped right up on into her grasping cunt.
"Uuuhhh… yeas… that's what I wanted! It feels so wonderful, Tom!"
Tom was on top of the world. To this woman, he could do no wrong. She was skewering her cunt back onto his cock like a wild thing, looking for more. Wanting his prick deeper, harder, faster and he was happy to give her everything she wanted.
Planting his feet firmly on the floor, grabbing her ass, he began to stroke into her pussy-hole with long, deep, rhythmic strokes.
"Jee-zuz! That's good! Soooo good!"
The woman's mouth hung slackly open. Her eyes were glazed with passion. Tom could see her reflection in the dresser minor. It stimulated him. It excited him to see a woman – a near stranger – so crazy with lust for him.
It was the best thing that had happened to Tom's ego in a long time.
"Hey, baby, you got a sweet pussy! It's grabbing hold of my cock real nice! Feels good, baby!"
Tom could see that his face, too, was contorted with lustful agony. His cock was sending back a thousand little warning signals that told his brain of a massive assault on his senses. His whole being was helpless prey to pure animal passion. After a long layoff like he had just gone through, Tom was experiencing everything with redoubled intensity. His whole body seemed to throb in heated tempo with his cock.
He looked down fascinated at the site where his juices-slickened cock slipped in and out of Fay's dilated cunt. His cock-head was swollen up like a balloon, purple with blood. Every time the ridge rubbed against her cunt-mouth, it was like someone had just shot him with a pleasure-laser. The sensation was incredible!
"Oooohh, baby! You are something else!"
Tom had forgotten he could get this totally involved in sex. He was enjoying fucking the woman called Fay more than he could ever remember enjoying anything in his life.
This was sex for fun. Sex without responsibility. Sex for the taking.
The blonde pick-up with the big tits was doing something for Tom that a battery of psychologists could never have done.
She was turning Tom into a sexual lion!
"Oh, Tom! Your cock's so hard! It keeps fucking me so long! You're incredible, baby! You're a wonderful lover!"
Fay was gripping the sides of the dresser desperately, using it to keep herself from sliding right down onto the floor. The stimulation running through every susceptible nerve-ending had Fay mewling weak as a kitten and excited as a she-cat in a mating season. Her buttocks round back at Tom's loins with the fury of a riveting machine. She was thoroughly absorbed in the lewd experience of being fucked senseless by a stranger she had picked up in a bar. Her pussy flared with heat, pulsed with hunger.
"Mmmm! Hhnnhhh!" Tom grunted mightily as he tried to keep up the woman's frantic pace. She was incredible! It seemed as though she might keep on going forever. And the amazing thing was that Tom, too, felt like he could keep on going forever. His cock could concentrate on only one thing, bringing that tight little pussy to a resounding climax.
He bent all his efforts to that single task! The small bedroom seemed to throb with the heated exertion of the couple's sexual efforts. Again and again his belly slammed forward against her ass. Again and again his cock-tip penetrated deep into the clinging depths of her cunt. She could feel her inner tissues spasming with ceaseless sensation. It would not be long now!
"Ooooh, Tom, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Tom had never experienced such a thing before.
Tears were running down the woman's face. Tears of joy and release!
Watching her cum with such amazing intensity set Tom free.
"Look out, baby! I'm cumming, too! Ahh, Jee-zuz!"
The relief of feeling his cum spilling into her clenching cunt made the young husband smile. How much rosier the world looked after a good fuck!
"Thanks, Fay baby, that was sensational," he told her as he helped her up from her doubled-over position against the dresser. "Now how's about that cup of coffee?"
That was what Tom was doing the night Heather met Zeke and Zola.
CHAPTER NINE
Tom was feeling good when he turned his big station wagon into his driveway.
It was after two a.m. For once, he would be home later than Heather. Now she could wonder where he had been all evening.
His victory was short-lived, however. Heather's car was not in the garage. She was not home.
The anger Tom felt as he let himself into the dark house grew with the minutes and hours until at last he heard the sound of Heather's car in the drive.
He had downed a couple of ryes on the rocks while waiting. He was not drunk. But his nerves were on edge; his emotions were razor-sharp. Tonight he was determined to get to the bottom of his wife's mysterious outings with "the girls".
Being with Fay tonight had done more than allay his horniness. It had left him with a strong sense of his own masculinity. His little red-headed wife was not going to treat him like dirt any longer.
He smiled wryly as he noted the look of apprehension on Heather's face as she entered the living room.
"Well… if it isn't my little loving wife!" he drawled sarcastically. "How was your night out with the girls?"
"Tom…" She seemed at a loss for words. "I thought you'd be asleep, by now." She was scrutinizing him closely as she moved closer to where he sat on the couch.
"That's reasonable enough. Most people are asleep at five in the morning. And you can quit trying to ogle my eyeballs. I'm not drunk, either. In fact, I just got home a little bit before you."
She seemed shocked. "Oh?"
Somehow the idea that Tom, too, could have his little midnight outings had never occurred to the pretty redhead. She was not sure she liked the idea. She had been so busy catering to her own wants and needs, she had forgotten about Tom's. Absorbed in the drama of her own frustration, she had overlooked the horniness that Tom, too, must have suffered during the past weeks and months.
"Where were you, Tom?" The question was delivered quietly, timidly.
He smiled at her. The look made Heather more nervous than ever. She had never seen Tom look so cool and calculating, so sure of himself. Had he been changing over the past weeks? She couldn't be sure. They had seen so little of each other.
Or had something happened all at once – tonight perhaps – to wreak the change in her husband?
"I think there's something we ought to discuss before we get down to my activities tonight. Like you and the girls, for instance."