"I'm afraid Owen isn't here," she said, running her fingers through her hair at her forehead. "He's gone out somewhere."
The sound in her voice told Bob that she was more upset than he would have thought, and he wondered if she would be either vulnerable or completely insensitive. He hoped she would be vulnerable. He was not above taking advantage of a good situation.
"You sound as though there's something bothering you," he said, waiting for her to open up a little to him.
"Owen and I… well… we had… we had a fight," she said. When Owen had walked out on her like he had, she didn't know what to do. She had looked around the house, as though she could find something that would take her mind off what had happened, but that had been useless. She tried to eat, but found that she had lost her appetite. While thumbing through a magazine, she found that she was totally lonely. This was not the same thing as when Owen went to work. Then, at least, she knew he would be coming home, and she knew when.
Now she tried not to think of the possibility that Owen had left her forever. This was the first argument she and her husband had had, and she didn't know what she should do. Having this near stranger with her gave her some comfort, but she couldn't go very far with him.
"Hey, come on now," Bob said in a soothing voice, taking off his coat. "We hardly know each other, I realize, but I am your neighbor. I'm sorry that I haven't gotten around to paying a visit sooner, but now that I'm here, I'd like to help if I can."
He was telling the truth when he said that he was sorry he hadn't come around sooner. Uuuuummmm… now that he was standing some five feet from her, he could see that she was far more lovely than he had imagined. Her soft, shimmering golden hair flowed around her head like a rich cascade. It was full and thick, and it framed her face perfectly on both sides. Her pale blue eyes, sparkling as though she had just been crying, were like twin lakes in Wisconsin. She wore no make-up, and needed none. Her cheek-bones were high and distinctive, though not so prominent as to be distracting. Her lips were slightly pinker than the flesh of her trace. She was wearing a knitted sweater, and he could see the swan-like gracefulness of her cream-colored neck rising from the top. Farther down, the sweater was pushed out by the two globes of her breasts, and even though the sweater was very thick, he could see the nipples of her breasts, evidence that Rita, like Tina, did not wear a bra. Her slacks were casual, and followed the contours of her body, holding tight around her narrow, nipped in waist and flared out around her full, eye-pleasing thighs and buttocks. Her legs were long and trim, and as he looked at her, he could feel his cock giving a spasm… and then another, reminding him that he was here not to merely look!
"That's very kind of you," she said, smiling, even though she didn't feel very happy. "I don't know what you can do though."
Bob took a seat on the couch in the living room. "Sometimes just talking makes things a little easier," he said, crossing his legs, ankle over knee. "Tina and I have our little fights sometimes."
"Uuuhhh… by the way, why didn't your wife come over with you."
"She's busy with something else at the moment," Bob said, wondering how she was coming along. "She suggested that I make a little visit and invite you and your husband to a party we're having at our house next week. You and… uh… Owen?"
Rita nodded.
"Right. You and Owen deserve to get out and meet the people in the area here. Like I said, both Tina and I are sorry that we haven't come over sooner, but you know how those things are."
"As a matter of fact, I do," Rita agreed. "Owen and I mentioned to each other several times that we should get out and meet the people who live around here. Excuse me, I'm not being a very good hostess. Can I get you something to drink? We don't have very much, but…"
"Gin? And maybe some mixer?"
Rita nodded and went to the liquor cabinet.
"Listen," Bob said, playing his trump card, "if this is a bad time for you… if you would rather be alone or something…"
"Ooohhh… no. Not at all," she said quickly. "Having someone here makes me feel better."
As she mixed a drink for the both of them, she found that she was glancing at Bob again and again. He was rather good looking, she decided. She had seen him wandering around the neighborhood from time to time, but that was when things between her and Owen were still pretty good, and she wasn't interested in anything but making her marriage work. Now that a little reality had been infused into her life, she realized that she had been practically hiding from other people. She had never been anything like that in college, but she hadn't started thinking about it until just now.
"So tell me," she said as she handed him a drink and took a seat across from the couch, liking the way his totally masculine form remained casual and exciting at the same time. "What do you do for a living? I imagine it's something that makes you rather well off."
"Ooo… I work with computers. I supply the banks in the city with the programs they use. It's a job, and while it's not as exciting as… say… stunt-driving, I like the work. I get to meet people, and I do some traveling around the country. All business, of course."
He smiled and winked at Rita, letting her know that he, like so many other people, did a little cheating on his travel account.
"Tina goes with you on those trips?"
"When I can get away with bringing her… which is most of the time, I should add. She likes to travel and meet new people as much as I do."
"I'm afraid I don't get to go very many places," Rita told him a confidential tone. "Owen has a good job. He's an insurance adjuster, by the way, and he provides me with a good many things. Traveling though…"
"That's too bad," Bob said, seeing an opening. "A lovely woman like you should be shown around the country as much as possible, though I can't say I blame Owen all that much for keeping you hidden."
Rita blushed when she heard that. He was the first man to tell her something like that since she had married Owen, and while she was used to getting compliments like that in college, she was a little rusty on receiving them.
"I'm serious, Rita. You're a very attractive woman. And quite lively too. Is it that you don't like to travel?"
"Ooohhh… no… it's nothing like that," she said. "No, Owen and I like a rather sedate life."
"Really now," Bob said, raising his eye brow as though he didn't believe her. "Now, let me get this straight. If I'm not mistaken, Owen is doing some work in the high school."
Rita nodded.
"And he makes enough money for the two of you to take off from time to time?"
Again the lovely wife nodded.
"Owen Temple," he said thoughtfully, taking a drink and looking at the ceiling. "He was quite a boy in college. Lust for life and all that. I can't believe that he would just want to pack it all in now. And you, Rita, I sense something about you that makes you want to live… and live hard."
Rita had been looking at him all the while he had been talking, but now she lowered her head and bit on her lower lip. He was getting just a little too personal, but there was no denying that he was bringing out thoughts she had tried to suppress. With the pressure of non-college life Owen had been under recently, she had been toying with the idea of another vacation. She would have brought it up, if Owen hadn't stormed out of the house like he had. And she knew that she could use getting out more than she did.
"Well… I was a cheerleader in college," she said, lifting her head and looking at Bob again. His face carried a friendly expression… friendly and compassionate.
"Tears of a clown and all that?"
"What?" she asked, smiling.
"You know. You make other people happy, but no one makes you happy, since you never look sad."
"Ohhh… well, Owen has managed to… to…"
She stopped, not really knowing where to go with that thought. She was going to say that Owen was making her happy, but that wasn't really the truth. The memory of Owen made her feel good, but what she had with her husband now was not what she had thought it would be when she first married him.
"Come on… open up to me," Bob said, leaning forward. "I don't know what you've heard about the suburbs, but we out here have all learned that people are people. We're all in the same boat, and I hate to see someone with a zest for life sort of cast adrift."
Rita took a deep breath, wondering if she could really trust this near stranger. There was nothing threatening about him in the slightest, but she hardly knew him. "Things with Owen were really great for a while," she said evasively, "but when the honeymoon ended… well, I guess that sounds like an old cliche…"
"Not at all," Bob said, taking his eyes away from her face and resting them on her covered breasts, sensing that he was getting close to the kill. He had to play his cards carefully now, listen for little things and pick up on them right away. "Like I said… Tina and I have our problems, just like everyone else. We talk about them, both with each other, and with other people. Things happen, we talk about them and clear them up. Things are better for a while, and then something else happens. Life is far from perfect."
"I don't think Owen has come to that conclusion," Rita said softly. "There are times when he thinks he's still in college, and doesn't have to worry about anything but his image."
"Ooohhh… have you talked to him about that?"
"I tried… sort of… tonight. That's what the fight was about. I told him that… that he wasn't making me… well… you know…"
"He wasn't making you happy in bed?"
Rita looked long at him before saying anything. She didn't like having her private life exposed like this, but at least Bob seemed to care where her husband didn't.
"Yes," she sighed. "I tried to tell him, but he just couldn't believe anything could be wrong with him. He called me names and said that it was all my fault."
"Really? How long has this been happening?"
"Some six months," Rita said before she had a chance to think.
Bob whistled, seeing that his work would be a lot easier, knowing that little bit of information. He gathered that Rita knew what fun fucking could be. If it hadn't been fun for her in so long, she would really be hot for a nice, thick cock. He smiled as he thought of Tina and Owen, wondering if Owen would be able to please her. She was pretty demanding when it came to fucking, and if superjock couldn't make his own wife happy…
But that was Tina's problem.
Letting her problems out like this brought about a wave of frustration and disappointment flowing through Rita's mind. She had kept so many things bottled up inside her for so long that her emotions broke like water through a leaky dam that threatened to crumble.
"He refused to believe me when I told him that he hadn't satisfied me in months," she said, trying, though not very hard to hold back her tears. "He told me that he had more experience than I did, and that he knew how good he was and that I was frigid and…"
She broke down at that point, dropping her head and crying into her hands as her glass fell to the floor. If there was ever a woman ripe for comfort, Bob thought, it was Rita right now. Bob lowered his drink to the floor and went over to her. He moved to one side and brought his arm around her softly rounded shoulders, knowing that he was almost home now.
In anticipation and eagerness, he could feel his cock swelling painfully in his pants. He knew that a good fucking would do Rita a world of good, and he was going to be the one to give it to her.
Using his powerful body for support, Rita leaned against him over the arm of her chair, resting her head on his shoulder. Bob gave her a little squeeze.
"Go ahead… let it all out," he soothed. "You deserve to be happy, Rita. If Owen can't see that, then I don't know about him."
Rita wanted to tell him that Owen did make her happy… that he was a good husband and a good provider, and could be a good lover when he wanted to be.
But the words wouldn't come out. After what had happened earlier in the evening, she wasn't so sure that Owen was a good husband. Certainly no good husband would have done to her what Owen had.
Bob lowered his arm just a little, enough so that his opening and closing fingers were mere inches away from the soft swelling of her breasts. Even though she was crying, he could see through the thickness of her sweater that her breasts were swelling. She might not know it yet, but she was getting aroused. Again his ballooned cock spasmed. Just a little more now, and she would be like melted butter in his hands.
Rita felt, for the first time in a long time, safe and secure in her life. She didn't see anything wrong with Bob holding her like this. He was so strong and understanding… the way Owen had been when they were first married. She cried for a long time, hardly noticing that his hand was opening and closing very close to her breast. All she knew was that she was feeling the way she had when she had been on her honeymoon.
And then she was aware of a slight wetness emanating from her frustrated vaginal lips… a warmth that began to soak the crotchband of her panties and make them tight against her cuntal orifice. She stopped her crying, but she did not pull away from Bob, who was still opening and closing his hand around her lower shoulder. She began to feel good… very good.
She knew what she was thinking, and she knew that it went against everything she had been taught… everything she believed in.
She was thinking of having this near stranger fuck her! That would really show Owen. After all the things he had said to her earlier, she could get back at him by having her neighbor do what Owen had been failing to do.
That would really show him that he wasn't God's gift to humanity, as he had thought all his life.
Then she stiffened her body!
How could she be thinking something like that? Certainly the solution to her problems with Owen wouldn't be solved by having another man make love to her. That could only make things worse.
But her cunt had been so eager… and so disappointed for so long.
But having a man who wasn't her husband make love to her was so wrong. And besides… Bob was married… and…
She couldn't think. Everything was so complicated for her that she couldn't organize her thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at him to… to…
She wanted him to move away from her. Her mind was a seething conflicting mass of ideas and concepts… thoughts that would not gell. Even as she looked into his eyes, his light brown eyes, she could feel herself weakening, falling under the demands her body had been making all her life… demands that were not being met by her husband. God! Bob was so comforting, so understanding. His arm around her shoulder felt so good… Owen never held her like this anymore.
Bob's mind raced with only one thought. He didn't know what was running through her mind, but if she had ever looked ready to be kissed, now was the time. Her pale blue eyes had a worried look, but that didn't matter to Bob as he moved his face against hers, pressing his lips tightly to her in a hot wet kiss that sent shivers of desire and fear searing through the hungry young wife's body. For a long moment, she didn't know what to do. Was this just a friendly kiss? she wondered. Just something that he hoped would make her feel better? She thought it might be just that, but she rapidly changed her opinion when his moist, rigid tongue began thrusting against her lips.
Rita's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but her body was making its wishes known to her with every pound of her excited heart. She could feel her vaginal lips becoming flushed and wet, and her panties moved across her cunt with each little motion she made. As Bob knelt down and continued to press his tongue against her mouth, Rita could feel herself weakening… weakening… her body responding to those feelings and sensations Owen only thought he was bringing her.
And then her frustration broke like a mighty thunder storm. She couldn't help herself. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, and in the back of her mind was the thought that at any moment, Owen could come home and catch her. In a way, she hoped that he would. That would take the wind out of his sails. He would see with his own eyes that she was hardly frigid.
Far from it, in fact. He would see her locked tightly in the arms of another man… a man she hardly even knew, but a man who could bring her the delight Owen was failing to give her. It was a drastic move, she knew… the most drastic thing she had ever done in her life. She hadn't realized how desperate she had become, but there was no use in fighting it now. As she had with her fingers earlier in the day, she allowed her body to take control, and she groaned as she responded to the incessant tongue pressing against her. She opened her mouth and began to lash her tongue back into Bob's mouth, at the same time pulling her body off the chair so that he could better hold her. Hundreds of thoughts ran through her mind… thoughts that told her she was doing the wrong thing… that she wouldn't be doing this with anyone who was not her husband… that Bob was a married man…
She ignored them. With the mere touch of his lips and tongue against hers, he was releasing her pent-up arousal, and she was not going to be denied this time!
The young wife's eager reaction was all Bob needed. As they continued kissing with their mouths locked tightly, wetly together, Bob felt his cock spasm again and again, increasing his eagerness and reminding him that there was a lot more to do than merely kiss this lovely blonde woman. He reached up behind her and under her sweater, delighting when he found her flesh there instead of another garment. He ran his hands up and down against the skin of her back, lifting her sweater higher and higher over her upper torso, his lightly stroking fingers getting closer and closer to the tender sensitive flesh of her breasts as he brought his hands around to the doubled plane of her belly.
Then he slipped her sweater up over her unresisting arms and dropped it to the floor. Her fully rounded resilient breasts now pressed against his chest, and even through the cloth of his shirt, their hot pink nipples felt like points of fire. Bob groaned from the lusty sensations crawling through his loins and lowered one hand to the waist band of her slacks, trying to draw them down over her hips. He wanted to get her naked as soon as possible. If there was any resistance left in her, it would vanish as soon as her clothes were off.
But there was no resistance. In fact, Rita was fast becoming as eager to have Bob fuck her as he was to do it. The sensation of his lips against hers had been like a match thrown into a pile of gas-soaked newspaper, and with each passing moment, the fire in her loins was growing more and more intense. She pulled away from him just enough so that she could remove her slacks herself, the total sordidness of the whole affair making her more eager to go through with it. She had never thought of cheating on her husband in her life, but that was the only thought on her mind now.
Bob watched wide-eyed as the lovely young blonde woman slithered out of her slacks, so eager to get naked that she pulled her slacks and panties down over the soft, generous firmness of her hips with one rapid tug. She kicked her shoes off and moved her garments over her ankles, tossing them across the room.
Bob gave a low, throaty chuckle, seeing that words were not necessary. From the little Rita had told him of her problem with Owen, he knew she would be eager, but he had not thought she would be this anxious! Shit… the only other woman he knew who acted as thought she couldn't wait to get a cock up into her cunt was his wife. He stared transfixed at her salacious nakedness, delighting in the way she looked as she knelt on her knees, her full, enticing breasts falling delightfully in front of her… her folded belly puckered at her navel with the fleshy indentation of the belly button…
And the glistening inverted golden vee of her cuntal triangle, nestled between her tightly pressed thighs like a vein of precious metal begging to be exploited.
He reached out and took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the already distended knobs, bringing up moans of suppressed desire from the young blonde's lushly upturned mouth. As she knelt, she ground her trim hips and buttocks in the heels of her feet, the last vestige of resistance leaving her as she felt her pussy chamber become more and more wet with a fiery river of lubrication brought on by Bob's fondling with her nipples.
You deserve this, Owen, she thought, remembering the icy coldness with which he had treated her earlier… and the way he had stormed out of the house. You deserve to have another man fucking me… making me happy when you won't even bother to take the time or effort.
She lowered her eyes from Bob's face to his groin, seeing that his cock was straining to be released from its cloth prison. Breathing deeply, she reached out and touched it, feeling its searing heat penetrate through his pants and nearly burn the tender skin of her palm. She massaged it through his pants then, at first lightly, and then with increasing force as her own mounting passion began to spiral through her entire body. Bob opened his hands and began kneading the dough-like flesh of her sensuously shimmering globes, and her breathing become more ragged as she strained her back, pressing her breasts tighter against his hands, reveling in the contact.
The massaging of his cock through his pants let Bob know that everything was working properly now. He had to get as naked as she was. Jesus… there was no point in keeping his clothes on any longer.
He wrenched his body away from her and opened his shirt, slipping it from his chest in near-record time. Rita stared at his hard-plated chest, washed with a light brown shadow of hair. Owen had a football player's body, and she would have thought that no one could have had such a build. Then, as Bob pulled down his pants, the blonde's blue eyes opened wide with increasing excitement as she saw his fully expanded penis spring to life, its throbbing hardness glistening at the tip with tiny drops of clear seminal fluid.
Rita had only seen one cock in her life… her husband's… and she would have thought that they were all the same. She could see now that she was wrong. Bob's penis was huge… a long, thick, heavily veined shaft that was nearly purple with the heat of his passion. For a moment, Rita was certain that it would never fit in her cunt, and she stared at it as though it hypnotized her.
Bob moved up against her again, the searing tip of his hardened cock pressing into the soft, warm folds of her belly as she twisted her pelvis hard forward, driving him almost crazy now with the need to fuck up into her hot little pussy.
"Lie down, Rita," he said in a soothing, though commanding voice. "Lie down on the floor. I'm going to fuck you!"
With his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back, rolling over on top of her petite naked form already writhing beneath him. He reached down for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands, cupping and squeezing them. He pressed his hotly throbbing penis up into the narrow valley of the young blonde's churning loins, and he could feel the heat of her naked exposed pussy reaching up for the demandingly probing tip of his rigidity.
Rita's mind was awash with lust and passion now. The utter wantonness of her actions… fucking a man who was not her husband, made her all the more anxious, and she felt Bob probing with the bulbous tip of his cock for the narrow mouth of her wetly heated cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. She could feel her excitement increasing more and more, and then, finally, like a hot mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made its first maddening contact with his cock.
Slowly they began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening the penetration of his blood-engorged rod in the slippery wet sheath of her cunt.
"Oooooohhhhh… GOD! Ooooohhhhh…" Rita moaned up into his open mouth, knowing that she was going to get the fucking she had been denied for so long, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the hard thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly waiting vagina. Bob's swollen cock felt much thicker than her husband's, and she felt as though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. This is what she had wanted right from her wedding night… and it was what she had been denied. His pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls clasping around the hardened cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it bumped against her cervix that she thought she would cry with tears of sheer joy.
The young blonde's handsome neighbor began a thrusting, rhythmical motion, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, Bob had been pulling her up to meet him in quick jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself in her up to the hilt.
Rita couldn't believe that she was actually going through with this, but she was too aroused to think about it now. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she sensed that she would regret that she had surrendered to the insistent demands of her body, but any regret she might feel would have to come later. She was going to prove to Bob and herself that she was not frigid… that she could please a man… that what was wrong with her marriage was not her fault. Slowly, she began a gentle massaging motion with her moist, hot cunt around the thick hilt of Bob's impaling sword of flesh. He ground his pelvis into her squirming flaccid saddle as she strained up to meet him, arching her back so that she lifted both their bodies up off the floor. Her thighs trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing her thighs around her hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board in a way she had done with only one other man in her life. Gradually, her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a savage bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in and out motion up between her quivering thighs.
Bob could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. Again and again he fucked into the warm steaming wetness of her hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated balls slapping each time against her roundly working buttocks below.
The previously faithful young wife suddenly threw all caution to the winds, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that her new lover's lust-peaking thrusting motions gave her orgasm-starved body. The broad-shouldered computer operator raised himself up on his hands now spread on the floor beside her shoulders, his brown eyes appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled lust on her face. Although his identity was slightly blurred to Rita by waves of insatiable desire clouding her eyes, somewhere inside, she was aware that this man stroking into her hot moist vagina was not her husband, and the clandestine knowledge of the situation made her become inexplicably more excited. The abandoned young wife's mouth hung slackly open to the side as she groaned out loud in her living room. Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaped from between her lips with each smooth fuck of Bob's hard-pistoning penis, her golden blonde hair scattered about on the carpet as she wildly writhed beneath him.
Bob let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Rita's soft, swan-like neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of her wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up for him to devour, and then he looked on down past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.
As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed legs, he could see his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back again into the upthrusting mound up between her open thighs. The blonde beauty was pushing up to meet his fucking thrusts as if she were unable to wait a split second for his next plunge into her moist hot cunt. Each time he drove it home to the hilt, the well-built young man held it there an instant, savoring the delicious sensations as she shuddered on his deeply impaling shaft of flesh, her loins jerking in tiny quick rotations that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode at any moment. Again and again the blonde wrenched her pelvis downward as the strong muscular man began to pull out, her warm moist pussy sucking at his thick throbbing shaft like a wild animal in heat.
Jesus! What a fucker! Bob thought. Owen is really something of an asshole if he's ignoring her.
Bob's thoughts were scattered as the abandoned female heaved wildly beneath him like a demon. Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers again, Bob reached up under Rita's crazily jerking loins to grasp her buttocks. As he drove his swollen penis rhythmically into the steaming hot wetness of her cunt, with his fingers he spread the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her unprotected anus. Teasingly, he passed over the tiny puckering nether mouth with his fingertip, sending her loins into new spasms of activity from the sudden unexpected contact.
Owen had never done anything like this to her, and she gasped at the increasing sensations whipping through her body. She spread her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her ravenous pussy, pitching crazily under Bob's body.
Bob Reed sensed that this young wife would soon be reaching her climax. The way this wild young thing under him was responding to his long hard hammering fucks, she must be really hungry for satisfying sex. And he knew that she was going to make a fine addition to his little group.
Eagerly, Rita opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in wild unison with his relentlessly spearing strokes into her all-consuming vagina. Into his ear she warbled meaningless cries as though she had no control over her voice, now that she was coming closer and closer to the delirious moment of fulfillment she had not had in such a long time.
Suddenly, the sex-delirious young woman pulled her knees up under his chest as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in desperate urging to his deeply fucking cock-strokes, and then she found her voice again.
"Oooooohhhhhh… fuck it… fuck it hard… HARD!" she chanted, mumbling words she had not even used with her husband in her most passionate moments, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned, as though she were in pain, and pulled her thighs up higher, pressing her full-mounded breasts back flat against her chest.
"I'm cumming!" the young blonde wife exclaimed, as though she couldn't believe it was possible, her mouth wide open in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming!" she repeated, the words sounding strangely foreign on her lips. It had been so long since she had said them.
The whole of her widely stretched pink pussy was presented up to her lust-crazed neighbor to use as he wished, her ankles now locked high over his shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls. Rita could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of Bob's slowly driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in wild uninhibited throes of her orgasm. Her words had once again become incoherent, unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing eyes glazing as if in wonder at the shadowy reaches of her ceiling.
Shit… look at this little cunt go! Bob marveled as he grinned down at the young wife racing out of control into a wild final climax. He gritted his teeth and then clenched his buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming himself, slaving and sweating over her harder than he would have with any other woman. This time it would be worth it to wait for his partner's orgasm. After the frustration she had been through, she would be grateful to him for completely satisfying her, and she would want him to fuck her whenever or wherever the chance arose.
"I'm cccccuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggg!!!" Rita suddenly cried out again, the words urging him to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching at his tingling cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to him with all the strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering against his body, the hotly clasping inner walls of her pussy flooding warm orgasmic moistness out around his buried hardness for what seemed like an eternity.
The young blonde held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto the carpet of her living room floor. She lay still and unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing around his cock lodged deeply up inside her satisfied little belly.
Bob let her rest a moment beneath him, even though it was all he could do to keep from going on fucking into her wetly clinging cunt. Jesus! He'd never seen anything like it! Owen was really blowing this little bit of his life. Appreciatively, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep in her tight-clutching vagina, hoping to bring her to life again, and at the same time reached back under the young woman's still softly quivering buttocks to knead the resilient flesh like ripe luscious fruits.
The physically exhausted blonde wife felt the uneasy stirring of her conscience as she gradually returned to her senses. But the realization that she had been too love-hungry to resist this handsome virile young neighbor allowed her an excuse for cheating on her husband, and the thought that she was getting revenge for the way Owen had treated her earlier in the evening re-enforced her feelings. It was Owen's fault, she reminded herself, and if he was too childish to realize it, then he deserved what happened.
At that moment, she felt Bob Reed's finger wetting itself with the fluids seeping from her cunt and she felt it move up and down the narrow crevice between her buttocks, searching for her tight little anal opening. Finding his goal, her strongly built lover shoved hard against the puckered rubbery ring until it gave before his insistent pressure.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh… Ooooooohhhhhh…" The pain was incredible, but it was mixed with a strange sensation of pleasure as well. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but as she tried to make up her mind, Bob rammed his finger up into her anus and again started to slip his painfully expanded cock slowly in and out of her cum-drenched cunt. She had no time to think of the pain incurred. The pleasure she was receiving was once again overwhelming her, blotting out everything from her mind but the wildly blissful sensations of another approaching orgasm. She gradually adjusted to the invasion of her tight little rectum, and now she began rocking back and forth beneath Bob. Soon they were fucking together in complete abandoned unison once again, Rita moaning out low as she sensed the surprising ripples of another orgasm building deep in her loins. She had never felt so completely filled in her life. Even her honeymoon had not been like this. The sensations spreading through her body were driving her wild.
"Ooooooohhhhhh… God!Oh, my God!!" she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice filling her entire house. "I'm cumming again. Don't stop!!! I'm cccccuuuuummmmmiiiiiinnnggg!!!"
This time Bob could not hold back. His wildly jerking cock hotly expanded inside her moistly pulsing cunt, the machine gun-like spurts beginning deep down in his aching balls at long last. His hot cum spewed up into her wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust in the jungle.
"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…