Sexual Rescue
(M+/F, size, swing, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"Aaahhhhhh, that was really nice," Jeff LaBeau said as he pulled his naked body up off his wife, Heather. "There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day out right."

Beneath him, feeling his semen flowing out of her still passion hushed vaginal lips, Heather bit on her lower lip to hold back the tears she could feel welling up. Once again, Jeff had failed to bring her to orgasm, something that was becoming more and more the norm rather than the exception.

The lovely blonde woman lifted her head and watched her husband dress, wanting to say something, but failing to find the words. If there was anything Jeff prided himself on, it was his masculinity, and Heather could sense that no matter what she said, he would take it the wrong way. His hard-muscled body rippled with the regular work-outs he did, and his cropped red hair made him look something like a male god from ancient Greece. That had been what attracted Heather, as well as a thousand other girls, to Jeff, that and the fact that he was the starring Quarterback for the University of Buffalo football team. He had virtually single handedly led the college to a State championship with his brilliant playing, and he was both skillful and friendly. If there was anyone who had no enemies in the world, it would be Jeff. Heather, a cheerleader in college, had fallen under the spell of the strong man, and even though she herself had made the first move toward him, her role as aggressor had soon been over shadowed by Jeff's ability to take charge when the situation called for a strong person.

That had been early in their senior year, and by the time of their graduation, there was no doubt that they would be getting married. Heather knew she was the envy of every girl she knew. Even though she had been a virgin when she married him, Jeff had taken several of her friends to bed with him, and all of them told her that she was getting one hunk of man. The lovely blond, petite 5'1, 100-lb. was amazingly buxom for her size, wearing E-cup bras since her college days.

During the summer after their marriage, Heather  had found that to be true. There wasn't anything Jeff hadn't done, and little else that he wouldn't do. During their honeymoon on the west coast, the two had hardly come out of their bedroom. The incredible pleasure Jeff had brought her when he first thrust his thick nine-inch long cock up into her cunt, tearing her hymen forever and filling her anxiously waiting pussy with the immense size of his penis had been so total that Heather didn't want to waste one moment. She could remember that night, and the other nights that had followed. And the days as well. Everything seemed to blend into one continuous orgasm. Jeff's huge, free-swinging balls seemed to have no end of the sperm she wanted so desperately, and he was more than willing to fill her belly to the brim each and every time she wanted him to. During that time, Heather and Jeff had acted as though they were trying to wear each other out, and any objective observer would have had to call it a draw. The lovely blonde woman was certain that she had found her whole life's existence fulfilled.

But she had been wrong. The honeymoon ended, and they returned to the East Coast, taking a newly built home in Amherst, so Jeff could be close to his office in Buffalo. An insurance firm there had snatched Jeff up as soon as possible, offering him as much money as any executive. Before, Heather had been living pretty much hand to mouth, hut now, she was able to have all those things she had merely dreamed about, things she would never have if she hadn't married Jeff. But even though she was financially well off, Heather noticed that there was a change in Jeff. Though he could have easily made it as a professional football player, Jeff had chosen a slightly less exciting, though more stable means of employment. Heather would have been happy with him no matter what he did, so she really didn't mind as long as she had him with her when she needed and wanted him.

Jeff, however, couldn't seem to make the transition from college to the real world, and being away from the football field made him act like a fish out of water. During the first week at his new job, he would come home so tired and worn out that all he wanted was a drink before he went to bed. If her first couple of weeks after her marriage was sheer heaven, the week after the honeymoon was sheer hell. Heather had come to depend on Jeff's penis to bring her happiness, but for a while he had been just too tired to do anything but turn away from her in their huge, king-sized bed and drop off to sleep, leaving Heather to fend for herself. Even though she was as naked as he was, she couldn't do anything to relieve the tingling that would come to her empty loins as she occasionally brushed against the hard-muscled body of her nakedly sleeping husband. Once she had thought of fingering her pussy with him sleeping next to her, but she had put that out of her mind with the thought that her moaning would wake him and cause her no end of embarrassment.

Finally, after a week of living like that, Heather put her foot down. She hadn't married Jeff so she could watch him sleep. She had married him because she believed that he could give her what she wanted. She knew he was more than able, since the memories of her honeymoon refused to leave her mind.

Jeff had been completely apologetic, and they started the third week of their marriage as they had begun their honeymoon. Jeff's hands would run lightly over the swelling mounds of her apple-hard breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples until she thought she would die right then and there from pleasure. Her pussy would respond with a river of lubrication, making it possible for Jeff's huge,   fat penis to slide into her anti fill her to the brim. She delighted in the hard pumping of his hips against hers, and she gripped his asscheeks with her hands as she felt her orgasm approaching with the force she had known earlier.

And then. And then Jeff had cum. Her husband had cum, flooding her quaking belly with the seething torrent of his sperm before she had achieved her own release, and even as she drove her hips hard up against his, she could feel the thickness of his cock starting to wane. Finally it slipped out of her aching cunt all together, leaving her unfulfilled and more than a little angry. Still, she believed that it was just from his being tired and out of practice, so she said nothing. The next night had been better. She had cum, at least, though Jeff had seemed so detached that her orgasm had been a mild one.

There began, at that point, an on-again, off-again sex life. Sometimes Jeff would bring her over the top, and sometimes he wouldn't, and most of the times he did would leave Heather unhappy. Jeff seemed to think that nothing was wrong, however. Every time he flooded her cunt with creamy, thick sperm, he assumed that she had came to her satisfaction, and he was so childishly innocent in his happiness that Heather didn't want to say anything about it.

Now, nearly six months after they married, Heather had almost come to expect that Jeff would bring her so close that she could taste her orgasm, and would then fail to hold himself back long enough for her to achieve it.

"Something wrong, honey?" he asked when he had finished dressing. "You seem a little withdrawn this morning."

"No, nothing's wrong," Heather answered, hating herself for lying to him. If she were any kind of a wife at all, she would come right out and tell him that he had tailed to satisfy her, and had been tailing to satisfy her ever since they came back from their honeymoon. "Are you going to be back in time for dinner?"

"I can't say," Jeff said as he looked around for his heavy overcoat. "Some of the kids on the team could use a little help, and I want to make sure that they get all they need."

When it had been learned that Jeff was, not only a good football player, but a good hockey player as well, the local high school had asked him to coach their hockey team. Jeff had jumped at the chance, and now his Saturdays were spent in the school rink, helping the kids.

"What are you going to do today?" Jeff asked as he got ready to leave for the day.

"I don't know," she said in a tired voice. "Maybe I'll just walk around some."

"Good work out," Jeff told her. "The air is nice and crisp this morning. Looks like we had some snow last night."

Heather nodded, silently wishing that he would just leave so she could be alone with her thoughts. She felt a mixture of anger and frustration as she watched him go out the door to spend his time with the kids. Damn, she thought. If he used half the energy she shows them on me, everything would be all right.

Finally hearing their front door close, Heather fell backwards on her bed, her nakedness only serving to remind her that, as wonderful a man as her husband was, he was still failing her in that most important part of a marriage, and she didn't know how to tell him without sounding like a nagging wife. She recalled his words a little while ago, when he had pulled his body off hers. There s nothing like a good fucking to start the day off right. She agreed whole heartedly with that idea, but of late, she had had anything but a good fucking. Even though she didn't like to use words like fuck, she couldn't get them out of her mind now. She looked down at her nakedness and smiled at what she saw. There had never been any doubt in her mind that she was a lovely woman. Like all the other cheerleaders, the constant practice and jumping around had kept her trim and firm, while adding a healthy glow to the cream whiteness of her soft, smooth flesh. For a short while, as she allowed her eyes to run down the plane of her exposed flat belly, she forgot that Jeff was failing to satisfy her. Something her mother had told her long ago about keeping a man happy with good looks came back to her. Even as a young child she had been very pretty, and she believed everything her mother told her. Early in her life she had been determined that she would do everything she could to keep her looks, and therefore keep Jeff.

"Oh God," she said out loud. Then she turned her head this way and that, as though her plea might have been heard by someone. Just the mere thought of her husband brought back the sensation of being unfulfilled. She had to admit to herself that there were good times possible. She still dwelt on the memory of her honeymoon as proof that Jeff was capable of making her totally happy. She remembered those two weeks now with a special fondness, remembered them as a time when her pussy had been so filled, so aroused, so tingly. She could almost picture Jeff in her mind as he had been then, her mind projecting the hotly arousing image of her new husband, as naked as she, kneeling between her wide-spread legs as his excitedly throbbing penis rubbed against her wetly quivering pussy. Heather moaned out loud again and closed her eyes, troubled by the fact that her memories might be nothing more, only fading promises of a sexual life that could very well be over for her. Then she let the pleasant images seep back into her thoughts, as though she really had a choice.

In her mind once again, Jeff was lifting her aching loins as his buttocks flexed and his rigidly hard cock slid up and down the heated pulsating cleft of her young cunt. She remembered the wonderful way it felt as she reached down and touched the hot scruffy flesh of his penis, sliding the loose skin of his long, thick shaft back and forth in her tightly grasping fingers, making him moan with his delight to the overpowering sensations she was bringing him.

"Damn!" she said out loud. "Why am I thinking about that? Dwelling on the past isn't going to solve anything."

Hearing her own voice did nothing to her, though, and she continued to lie in the crumpled sheets, her stomach churning with a series of fluttery sensations as the exciting images flickered through her mind. Jeff was on top of her in her mind, his breath and tongue hot in her ear, his rock-hard cock lust inside the warm trembling lips of her heatedly moistened vaginal mouth. She was straining up to meet his thrusts, the muscles of her inner thighs and buttocks hardening as she gratefully worked more and more of his lust-swollen penis inside her voracious cunt, her womb eagerly dilating so she could take his great, long wonderful length all the way. A tender aching was beginning in the heated depths of her pulsing pussy as Heather could almost feel Jeff's penetration once more. The ache was added to by the tingling that had been there all morning, when Jeff had flooded her pussy with his sperm and left her unsatisfied. Without thinking, she raised her hand and touched her swollen breasts, rubbing her still hardened nipples with her thumb and delighting in their rigidity. Her moving fingers intensified the throbbing in her loins and the hot moistness that was drenching her excitedly puckering pussy lips.

"Take all my cock, Heather," the young blonde woman heard the memory of her husband's voice demand. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his body fall heavily on top of her, pressing her full breasts flat as his hotly throbbing penis flicked up through her anxious vaginal sluce. "Yessssss," she cried out in her dream, a spasm of frustration sweeping over her.

She opened her eyes, totally disappointed that she was not getting the real thing, that this was all a sham brought on her by Jeff's failure to make her feel like a total woman. She closed her eyes again, knowing that she was as aroused as she had ever been. There was nothing she could do, she knew, that would ease her arousal save to finger herself. She bit on her lower lip, feeling that there had to be something else she could do, something that would not be such a reminder that her marriage wasn't working out as she thought it should. But she knew that she had to do something to relieve the ache in her loins. She hadn't masturbated since the day of her marriage, even though she had been sexually frustrated for so long. She believed that if she did finger her own pussy, it would be an admission to failure, and she wanted to cling to the hope, no matter how faint that hope, that something could he worked out. It was useless this time, though. Silently, she continued to caress her breasts, unable to control the hungry fire which was burning her flesh. She slowly gave in to her physical urgency, her not need growing like a cancer in her heaving loins and belly. Again the wave of remembered embraces with Jeff came back to her, stronger than ever,

They were in their bed on their honeymoon, her glistening cunt tightly clenched around his lunging cock, like plum-colored lips around a thick candy cane. The bed was shaking with their passionate embracing, their ever-increasing fucking causing the head board to bang up against the wall as they rode the spiral to their orgasms,

In her bedroom, Heather's hand increased its frantic caressing of her rapidly rising and falling breast, while her other hand dropped to between her now wide-splayed thighs and gently fingered her moistly quivering vaginal lips until she was nearly overwhelmed with the wildly erotic sensations. Her slippery middle finger came into heated wet contact with the trembling hardness of her erect clitoris, and she gasped in total abandonment as she thrashed nakedly on the bed now with the shameless desires that were ruling her body. Faster and f aster her hand rubbed her hotly seething pussy, her mind a torrent of Jeff's body, his arms, his mouth, his penis. Nothing mattered now. Nothing existed to her save her husband and herself as they surged in her imagination toward release,

Both her hands were running over her body as though they were out of control, her finger tips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest again and again in the golden vee of her cuntal down. Again Heather groaned as she let her quivering thighs fall apart, exposing the blood-flushed cleft of her seething pussy to the air of the room. Her fingers crawled to the half parted lips of her pussy and spread them slowly until the glistening furrow was totally open, and then her middle finger drove into the wetly pulsating mouth in earnest, stroking her clitoris mindlessly now.

It was not enough. She had become accustomed to the thickness of Jeff's huge penis, and her middle finger was just not enough to match that sensation. Rapidly, she inserted another finger into her needing pussy, and then a third. The three digits disappeared and reappeared in a softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred from her lust- tightened lips. The sounds of her own moaning, and the sensations caused by her writhing and probing increased the heated flow in her pussy. Her breathing became more ragged, and Heather was swept away with a possession of lustful delight which she had not had for so long. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she squirmed beneath her driving fingers in uncontrolled passion. The rapid rhythm drove animal grunts of long unfelt pleasure from deep in her throat as her madly working fingers sank into her pulsating pussy, making sucking sounds as she frantically slid them in and out. Her face was red as she strained for her long awaited climax, and she panted in frustration as her hands whipped harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

Suddenly she opened her eyes, staring blankly into the room as she felt the first twinges of her orgasm sweeping over her, an orgasm that had been held up inside her for months. Her eyes grew glassy and threatened to pop from her head. She felt her muscles tighten reflexively, and she groaned again as she arched her ravenous young cunt even harder up to her fingers. Her breath went out of her as she felt a convulsive shudder break in rippling waves across the lust- filled surface of her excitedly flushed belly.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, !!!" came her wail as Heather arched back and imagined it was Jeff bringing on the orgasm. She felt a sudden surging release and felt the translucent fluids wetting her hand and fingers.

As her climax began to ebb, Heather's firm, wearily quivering buttocks and wetly burning pussy subsided. She lay still, her chest heaving with the charge of her release and her eyes tightly shut. Sanity slowly returned to her mind, erasing the wonderful image she had managed to hold of Jeff making love to her. And in its place came frustration and anger.

Once again she felt tears well in her eyes. To think that she had to settle for something like her fingers when the man who could give her what she really wanted was out somewhere playing with a bunch of kids. She was not ashamed at what she had done. She was seething with anger now, anger that grew and grew with each passing moment. Something was going to have to be done, and soon. She hadn't married a man like Jeff to rely on herself to bring her the sexual happiness she wanted. If she had wanted to use her own fingers, she would have stayed single. She didn't know what to think. She didn't mind sharing Jeff with the kids. She didn't mind that every now and then, after he would half-fuck her, he would go out to the gym and work out. What angered her was the unconcern Jeff seemed to feel for her. How could he be so simple minded as to fail to see that she was unsatisfied? Damn him anyway! She continued to lay on the bed for a long while, hating and loving her husband at the same time. He had been so wonderful once, and she knew that he could be wonderful again. All he had to do was, And then Heather could see the problem! Of course. It was so simple. Each and every time Jeff fucked her, she would tell him that she was very happy and had enjoyed it. How was he supposed to know that he was failing to bring her over the top if she continued to lie to him? If he didn't know that there was a problem, he couldn't do anything about it. As long as he thought everything was fine, he would continue to do what he was doing.

If there was any fault to be placed, it had to be placed with her for letting the situation last as long as it had. She should have nipped the problem in the bud. If she had, everything might have been solved by now. That settled it! Heather pulled herself from her bed and began dressing. Things had gotten out of hand. When he had to resort to her fingers to bring her the happiness she deserved, things were way too tar out of hand. She loved Jeff, and she was certain that he loved her. Love means trust and understanding. It was not only her right, it was her duty to tell Jeff that something was wrong, even if it hurt him in the beginning. Heather knew one thing, if things continued along the same lines for very long, she would blow up with her frustration. That could very well destroy her marriage, and she didn't want that.



"I wish your sister would run her own fucking errands," John Reed told his wife, Leslie, as she dressed to go out. "I mean, Christ, love, she wanted the kid. She should take care of him."

"You just want me here so you can fuck me again, don't you?" Leslie smiled as she slipped into her overcoat. It was white, pure white mink, and her ebony shoulder-length hair contrasted with it as sharply as night contrasts with day.

"Well of course," John smiled back at her. He wasn't really angry, though the thought of having his wife away from him on an afternoon like this for even an hour or so made him feel a little alone. Shit, what else was there to do on a cold Saturday in Amherst but fuck his wife?

"I'm sorry," she said, using a tone of voice that let him know she really wasn't sorry. "Abby had a million things to do today, and I promised that I would pick Larry up and deliver him to her house."

Abby was Leslie's older sister, and while the two women had not been all that close, there were still family ties. Besides, Larry wasn't the only reason she wanted to go to the school ice-rink.

"Uh huh, and I'll bet you really jumped at the chance to get a closer look at that coach," John said, tongue in cheek.

"Jeff LaBeau? You mean that strong, handsome red-head who's been keeping himself pretty much secluded with his lovely wife? Why, I hardly even notice him."

John went into a coughing fit, so hard was his laughter.

"That's right, love," he said after he was able to catch his breath. "And I haven't seen Heather, that lovely little blue-eyed blonde with the firm hard breasts."

Leslie kissed John lightly and smiled. "I don't understand them," she said as she began buttoning her coat. "He's never home, and she's never with him."

"That's something to think about," John mused. "Maybe I should pay a little visit to them."

"They would certainly make a good addition to the club," Leslie agreed. "Some of the members have been asking me why we haven't brought them to the meetings, since we live just two houses down from them."

"And what did you say?"

"I told them the truth. I told them we just haven't talked to them all that much."

"You know something?" John said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's high time that we changed that. Maybe we should really get down to it and bring them out."

"Uuuuummmm." Leslie said as she ran her pink little tongue across her full, lush lips. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Suppose you tell me what you have in mind."

"Getting them separated is not much of a problem," Leslie told him. "He goes out, she stays home. You work on her, I'll work on him."

"Sure, that's simple for me, but who knows where he goes half the time? How would you like to go chasing all over the town following him?"

"No one said that the good things in life are easy to come by," Leslie said, wincing at the thought of chasing after Jeff. "Still, it could be worth it. Just watching him walk around makes my cunt tingle."

"And thinking about Heather's tight little cunt really set my cock off," John said. "Hey, don't get me wrong. We can work something out that will make it a little easier for you."

"That's what I love about you," she said as she pulled away from him and looked through her purse for her car keys. "You're so considerate. But I think I would like the thrill of the chase. It would make me feel like a little school girl again."

"Wench," John smiled.

"Lover," Leslie said. "Suppose I give things a little feel this afternoon while I'm at the rink. Maybe we can come up with something after I've had a chance to talk to him."

"Whatever you say, love," John shrugged. "And to give you as much time as you want, I'll stay home while you're away. No, no," he told her, exaggerating his motions. "I'm willing to wait a couple of days more before I get into Heather's pussy. You have a word or two with Jeff and we'll put our heads together when you get back. We have a week before the meeting, and a lot can happen in a week, now that we've decided that we're going to take some action."

Leslie gave a little chuckle and opened the door, letting in a cold blast of air.

"That's what I like about you," she said, standing in the open doorway. "You're willing to make a sacrifice to see to it that I'm happy."

"Close the fucking door, will ya? Heat doesn't grow on trees."

Leslie blew him a kiss and pulled the door after her. Getting into her car, she found that already she was formulating a plan of sorts. She had been pretty busy with the other members of the swap club, and she hadn't had much of a chance to really think deeply about Jeff LaBeau. Even so, he had been in the back of her mind ever since she had watched him move into the neighborhood during the summer. She was impressed when she learned that he was a football hero. She really didn't follow sports that much, but that little bit of knowledge made her want him all the more. And John, she knew, was hot and ready for Heather's pussy. It was strange that things had taken so long to develop, but they had, and now was the time to see to it that something happened. Now that she and her husband had agreed that something had to be done, there would be no turning back. Should this opportunity slip away, Leslie knew they would never get around to getting the couple in the club.

She moved her car along the ice-slicked roads with ease, heading for the school where her nephew was practicing with Jeff. Having to use an excuse like a kid to get to meet Jeff made Leslie feel like she was in high school again, where she used to "accidentally" bump into boys she was attracted to. Most of them had been too shy to make the first move, but Leslie was anything but shy. She had learned, though, that some people had to be handled with a certain degree of delicacy, so as not to scare them away. Even a good looking fucker like Jeff must have his weak points. If he didn't, he and Heather would have more people than they do for visits.

Come to think of it, the lovely voluptuous dark-haired woman thought as she pulled into a parking spot in the school's lot, they don't have anyone over to visit. It's almost as though the two of them live in a world all their own. Well, that's interesting.

The early setting sun and ensuing darkness made the air around the new school bitter cold, and Leslie hurried inside, taking great care that she did not slip and fall on the ice. As soon as she was inside, she took off her coat, revealing her casual dress. Knowing that she would not be spending too much time away from the warmth of buildings or her car, she hadn't bothered to dress warmly. Though slightly older than Heather, Leslie carried herself as though she were still in college, and dressed pretty much the way she had when she had been attending school. Tight jeans, a light casual blouse and simple shoes. Her rich, luxurious hair, cleanly parted in the center of her head, fell softly to her shoulders and framed her head, bouncing lightly as she walked through the building. As she passed several reflective windows, she automatically glanced at herself, and was pleased with what she saw. She took good care of her body, and her looks had not in the slightest left her. Even as she walked quickly through the empty halls, she could see in the profile of her reflections, the generous swelling of her breasts behind her cotton blouse. Even though her globes were large, they were firm and hard, and had never needed the support of a bra. They, like her hair, bobbed sensually as she sauntered through the halls, and the rubbing of her nipples on the light cloth brought about a sense of arousal. Good, she thought to herself. Feeling like this will make me just a little more brazen than normal. We'll check this Jeff guy out real good. She could feel her pussy starting to secrete fluids of desire as she found the doors to the indoor ice rink, and she moved her mink coat in such a way so as to hide any stain that might show through her jeans around her vaginal area. She wanted to be a little brazen, but not totally wanton! She wanted Jeff to think of her as just another woman. That way he would act more naturally, and she could get a better feel about him.

The echoing sounds of shouting and laughter filled the rink area, and she searched through the huge room, looking first for her nephew, and, finding him, looked for Jeff. She found him when he blew his whistle loudly.

"All right," he boomed, his voice bouncing off the walls. "I think we've had enough for today. Let's break it up. I'm ready for dinner."

"Larry," Leslie called at the top of her lungs, delighting when she saw everyone, including Jeff, turning to see her finally. "Larry," she called again.

The young boy skated across the rink. "Aunt Leslie," he started.

"Your mother sent me to pick you up," she said quickly, keeping her eyes on Jeff all the while. "My car is in the parking lot. It's unlocked. You get changed and wait for me there. I have a little something I have to do. I won't be long."

Larry shrugged his shoulders and went to change. Leslie followed Jeff's hard muscled form as the hockey coach went to one of the side benches and sat down to take off his skates. Sighing deeply, Leslie walked along the ice to him.

"You seem to be pretty popular with the kids," she said to start the conversation.

Jeff looked up and stared at her for a moment. He could feel his breathing stop as his eyes fixed on her ripe beauty. Then he broke into a huge grin and returned to taking off his skates. "Yes, I like them and they like me," he told her. "I don't think they've had a coach who really understood the game before."

"I thought football was your sport," Leslie said, sitting close, but not too close, to him. She bent forward and looked with intensive eagerness.

Jeff gave a little chuckle. He was used to having women come over and talk to him. Lots of them had done that in his college days, and he prided himself on being able to handle situations like this.

"Well, it is. Or was, I should say. But I like all sports. I have to admit that you don't look like the kind of woman who would be interested in football, though."

"I'm not," Leslie said, smiling and raising her eyebrows.

"And something tells me that you're not interested in hockey, either."

"I never thought a jock could have so much insight," Leslie said, just a little seductively.

Jeff chuckled to himself. This little game was one that he hadn't played in a long time, not since he'd married Heather. He could tell that this lovely woman was coming on to him, and even though he was a married man, it gave him a little thrill to know that he still projected that special something that most women go for. And he wasn't even trying. Well,

"You sure don't look old enough to be Larry's mother," he said, looking away from his skates and directly into her coal-black eyes.

"I'm not," Leslie said, still smiling, and looking right back at him. So far, there was nothing shy about this handsome man.

Jeff regarded her for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes as though he was deep in thought.

"I know you from somewhere," he said quietly. "I know you."

He searched through his memory, trying to recall the faces of the women he used to date in college. They hadn't been countless, but most of them had been for little more than a couple of weeks, hardly long enough to leave a lasting impression in his mind.

"No, you've probably just seen me," she said, looking hard at him, and then leaning back. John and I live two doors down from you and Heather."

Jeff thought about that for a moment, and then his face brightened with a sudden understanding.

"Of course," he said as though he had just stumbled on to some brilliant thought. "Well, it's nice to be talking to you. I'm sorry that Heather and I haven't been making the rounds in the neighborhood. She and I are just a little new to the ways of the suburbs. Both of us come from the city, you know, and making the."

"No need to apologize," Leslie said quickly. Now that she had him talking, the last thing she wanted him to do was feel as though he had done something wrong. "John and I know how it can be. When we first moved here, we didn't know a soul, and it took us some time to make new friends. Someone has to make the first move."

Jeff felt instantly relieved. Talking to this lovely woman was a pleasure. She was friendly, open and casual. He had at first thought that he would have to go into some long speech about how he was married and wasn't playing the field anymore, but now that he knew a little more about her, he began to feel as though he had known her for a long, long time. Some people are like that, he thought quickly to himself as his eyes lingered on the generous swell of her breasts pushing out her light cotton blouse. Some people make you feel at ease right away.

"I'm really glad we met," he said finally, remembering that he was married, and was therefore entitled to do little more than just look and not touch. If he weren't married, he might make a play for her, even though he knew she was. One of the things Jeff had no hang-ups about was making it with married women. Shit, if they wanted to have some guy besides their husband fuck them, that was all right with him.

"So am I," she said, fully meaning it. This was the closest she had been to him, and she could see that, if anything, she had under- estimated him. She wasn't sure, but she believed that she could see a swelling of his cock under his pants, a swelling that told her he would be able to satisfy her in bed many times over. She could tell that he was staring at her breasts, and that made her feel very happy. If she could get the least bit of arousal out of him, there was an opening.

"Now that we've met," she continued. "What would you say to you and Heather coming over to our house some time in the near future? John and I love to entertain, and we would be very happy to have you two over."

"Why, that would be very nice," Jeff said. "Of course, I'll have to talk to Heather about it, but I'm sure she'll go along with me. She hasn't said as much, but I'm certain she would like to meet new people."

"Is she a little shy about finding new friends?"

"Well, in a way. She can be very outgoing when she wants to be. I think living out here has really thrown her for a loop."

He finished taking off his skates and placed them in his bag. Then, standing up, he looked down at the lovely woman.

"Shall I walk you to your car?" he asked, offering her his arm.

As they left the ice rink area, Jeff pulled himself up next to her, delighting in the excitement that seemed to flow from her.

"What does John, your husband, what does he do for a living?" Jeff asked, thinking that it would be a little better if he made sure that he and Leslie remained just friends. He didn't want her to get the idea that he would fuck her. Even though he was certain he could get a lot of pleasure out of it, he had never been able to handle more than one girl at a time. He would go from one to another, sometimes rather quickly, but he would never have more than one girl at a time. Things could get out of hand then. And having an affair would be harder than having two girl friends. A wife can get pretty mad,

What are you thinking about Jeff, he thought. You can't even be considering fucking this woman. Just forget it. You're not in college any more. You have a wife and a job and a home,

"Something tells me that you weren't listening to me," Leslie's voice broke in on his thoughts. "That's not very nice, asking me about my husband and then drifting off like that."

"Uuuuuummm? Oooooohhh, I'm sorry," Jeff said, remembering that he was talking to her, and not trying to work out his whole life around her. "I was thinking of, of a personal matter."

"That's all right," Leslie said. "Like I was saying, John is a computer programmer with several banks in Buffalo. If I may be allowed a little wifely pride, his services are in great demand."

And as she said that, she broke up into peals of laughter. It had been unintentional humor, but the pun fit. At all the gatherings of the group, most of the wives wanted John's "services," and would sometimes fight to get them.

"What's so funny?" Jeff asked, feeling a little left out.

"Ooohhh, I was just thinking of a personal matter," she said teasingly, evasively.

"Your personal life is that funny?"

"It can be, sometimes."

They reached her car and Jeff opened her door for her. Larry was sitting in the back, reading a comic book.

"Hi, coach," the young boy said.

"How's it going, Larry?" Jeff said, both glad and a little unhappy that Larry was around. He would have liked to spend a little more time with Leslie, but having Larry around sort of took that decision away from him. It was probably for the better, since he knew he could get into a lot of trouble with Leslie. He wasn't sure but that she might still be coming on to him, in her own way, and he would like to have explored that possibility. Well, there was plenty of time to get to know her better.

"You and Heather will give us a call soon?" Leslie asked as she climbed into her car.

"You bet," he said, just a little too quickly. Damn, he might still be attracting women, but he was losing the touch once he had them. He was being just a little too obviously anxious, and he remembered a lesson he had learned long ago, Never tip your hand too early. That was what he was doing now, and as he watched Leslie drive away, he felt like a little school boy talking to a girl for the first time.

And then, again, he remembered that he was married. His mind was becoming confused with several conflicting thoughts. If he were still single, he would probably have made a pass at Leslie. The more he thought about what had happened, the more he was convinced that he had done just that. He had made a pass at her, though it had been a very mild and clumsy pass. And he hadn't wanted to do that anyway.

"Jesus," he said out loud as it suddenly dawned on him that it was colder than a witch's tit. Skating around the rink had made him work up one hell of a sweat, and that sweat was making him feel chilled now.

He hurried across the lot to his own car, feeling a little better, now that he was out of the wind, and remembering that he was hungry. Heather had better have quite a meal ready for him. He felt as though he could eat a horse.

Heather stared at the clock, wishing that Jeff would come home soon. She had been walking around the neighborhood, trying to think of the words she would use to tell him that he was failing to satisfy her. She had run through dozens of conversations in her mind, but none of them had turned out the way she had wanted. She had a fair idea when he would be coming home, and as that time approached, she could feel herself getting anxious and nervous. She really had no idea what Jeff would do when she told him. Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she was pretty certain that a man like Jeff would take it pretty hard. He might not even believe her. After all, he had been one of the most popular men in college, and she knew he had pleased a lot of women. His pride was at stake, and he was liable to lash out at her.

That's silly, she thought to herself. Jeff loves me. There's no reason why he shouldn't know about his failure. There was nothing wrong with him. He's just under a lot of pressure, that's all. He was all right in the beginning. There's no reason to think he can't be all right again.

Her heart skipped a beat and her breath quickened as she heard his car pull into the driveway. She stood up from her easy chair and faced the doorway, desperately trying to calm herself down. If she acted a little funny, he might suspect something right off. That would put him on the defensive, and the last thing she wanted him to think was that she was attacking him in any way, shape or form. She wanted to be calm and rational about the whole thing. That was the best way to handle it, she decided.

She met him at the door as it opened, giving him a big hug and a kiss as soon as he was inside. This took him by surprise, though he was quick to recover. They embraced for a long time, until finally Jeff pushed her away just enough so he could close the door.

"Well, I'd say you missed me while I was gone," he said in a chipper voice. During his ride home, once he was away from Leslie, he could feel only happiness that he had made a new friend in the neighborhood.

"Of course I missed you," Heather said, bringing in her training as a cheerleader. She took her husband's hands and held them away from his body, smiling as though she didn't have a care in the world.

"What's for dinner honey?" he asked, dropping her hands and getting out of his coat. "I really worked up an appetite with those kids. By the way, I met one of our neighbors, Leslie Reed. She says she and her husband would like to have us over to their house sometime soon."

Heather smiled. "That's nice. Uh, before we have dinner, though, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Can't it wait until after dinner," Jeff said in a tired voice. "I'm kind of hungry, and I think better on a full stomach."

As Jeff walked away from her to get a little cleaned up for eating, Heather sighed to keep her courage up. He was acting like he were back in college, where nothing was very important.

"I'd rather not wait until after dinner," she said, her concern coming through in the tone of her voice. "I've been thinking about this all day, and I want to get it over with."

Even now, Jeff didn't appear to be taking her very seriously. He came out of the bathroom drying his hands on a towel. "Okay, honey," he said in a chipper voice. I'm all ears."

"This is no laughing matter," Heather said, turning away from him. She couldn't look at him, and she still didn't know where to begin. Jeff wasn't making this any easier on her either.

The silence behind her told her that Jeff was waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath and spun around.

"You don't satisfy me in bed," she said quickly, getting the words out before she had a chance to change her mind.

Jeff looked at her, his hands still running through the towel. His face carried no expression, and Heather didn't know what he was thinking. She looked at him wonderingly, as though he was supposed to be saying something.

"Is that all?" he said, blandly.

"Isn't that enough?"

"Well, suppose you tell me what your problem is," he said, letting Heather know he hadn't understood what she meant.

"It's not my problem, it's yours."

"Mine?" he said, raising his voice and smiling as though she were pulling a joke on him. "You're crazy."

"No I'm not," she snapped at him. "You haven't made me cum since we've come back from our honeymoon."

"Look, I'm hungry and tired. Suppose we have something to eat and we can,

"No!" Heather said, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at him. "This isn't college, Jeff. You can't just pretend that problems don't exist. I haven't told you before because I didn't know what to say. Now I'm telling you before things get worse."

For the first time since they had started the conversation, Jeff began to catch the drift of what she was saying.

"Now let me see if I have this right," he said, fighting hard to control himself. "You're telling me that I don't make you cum, is that right?"

Heather shook her head as though she was coming out of a trance. She had actually used that word without even thinking about it. She couldn't remember a time when she had said "cum" in a normal conversation, and the mere sound of the word made her blush a little.

"That's right," she said in a soft voice.

"I think you're full of shit," Jeff said, tossing the towel aside and lifting his head a little. "I think it's all your problem, not mine. Remember, you were a virgin when I married you. I've had some experience with women, and I never heard any of them complain before."

"You were never married to any of them," Heather shot back, determined that she would maintain her courage in the face of her husband. "Things were all right for a while, but they, they dropped off."

"And you think it's my fault?" Jeff just couldn't believe what she was telling him.

"Honey, please, I'm not saying it's anyone's fault. I'm saying that, that."

"You're saying that I don't know how to fuck my wife, is that it?"

"All right, yes, damn it, that's it," she snapped, pursing her lips.

Jeff looked at her as though she had just told him that the world was flat. "You really believe that, don't you," he said in an icy cold voice that made Heather shiver. She had never seen him look like he did now. He was obviously gritting his teeth, and his lips were curled slightly, and pursed as though he were concentrating all his strength on his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that," Heather said, trying to calm down a little, and in doing so hoping that she could calm her husband down as well. She hadn't known how he would take what she had to tell him, but she never thought he would take it so badly. "I'm not saying that you can't, Jeff. I know you've been under a lot of pressure."

"And nothing, you little frigid bitch," Jeff snapped. "Pressure is something I handle very well. Christ, I have less pressure now than I did in college. I think you've just got too high an opinion of yourself. You can't orgasm, and you've decided that you want to blame me. You refuse to put the blame where it lies, Heather, and that's with you. Don't try and make me feel guilty."

They looked at each other for a moment, though it felt like an eternity to Heather. She decided that she wasn't handling this very well at all, and she was the first to turn away. Maybe if they ate dinner, they would be able to come back to the problem later. She wished she had taken Jeff's suggestion that they eat first. Things might have been a little more rational if she had.

"Let's eat, honey," she said, moving toward the kitchen.

"You eat," Jeff said, walking to the closet where he had hung his coat. "I don't think you'll want to be in the same house with me. Not if I can't give you what you want."

"Jeff! Where are you going?"

"Don't try and make me believe you care, bitch," he snapped, slipping into his coat. "I'm not the husband you thought I would be, so why should you care where I'm going.

The lovely blonde woman opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't think of any words. She watched in wide-eyed amazement as Jeff pulled open the door and walked out, slamming the door so hard that he made the glass window rattle. Heather stood in the dining room, staring at the door, not believing that he had walked out on her like that, until she heard the car starting, and then pulling away.

Just two doors down, Leslie happened to be at her window, looking over the snow-covered, silent landscape while John mixed some before dinner drinks. At first she was a little confused by what she had seen. It certainly looked like Jeff and Heather had just had a little spat and Jeff had walked out. When she saw the handsome football player jump in his car and swerve several times on the icy road, she knew something was wrong, and she decided on the spur of the moment that this was the opening she and her husband had been looking for.

"Love," she said quickly, turning away from the window and hurrying to get her coat and car-keys. "Forget everything. Something's happened over at the LeBeau's that might make both our lives a lot happier."

"Really," John said, sipping on his drink and watching his wife scurry around. "It looks like you're really going after Jeff's cock hot and heavy."

"Wish I could talk, Love," she said as she opened the door. "Suppose you wait here until I give you a call. Something tells me that I'll be able to keep Jeff away from his home long enough for you to do something nice to Heather, but for God's sake, let's not get our signals crossed."

John nodded. One of the great things about his marriage to Leslie was that they were both a team. There were times when one of them would start something, and the other would pick up on it right away, as though they could read each other's minds.

"I'll give you about half an hour," he told her. "Then I'm acting on my own."

She blew him a kiss and hopped into her car. Turning her engine over right away, as it was still warm from her drive to the school. She hurried in the direction she had seen Jeff drive. It wasn't hard to find his car. He was driving so poorly for the conditions that he could not make much distance, and there were no other cars out on the roads in the neighborhood.

Even though Jeff was generally a good driver, and Leslie hadn't had much practice driving, she managed to follow him. She smiled in her mounting excitement. This was like something from the movies or a television show, and it made her feel like a little girl again. She liked the feeling, and she was really getting into the thrill of the chase.



Jeff sat in some nameless bar, at least he didn't know what the name of the place was, and he really didn't care. The place was pretty empty for a Saturday night, and his stool was surrounded by vacant ones on either side. A juke box was playing the Tony Bennett version of "I Left My Heart in San Francisco," though Jeff wasn't paying too much attention. He was looking into his second drink, a double Scotch on- the-rocks. The first one he had downed right away, and on his empty stomach, it had gone right to his head.

"Damn that woman anyway," he thought, his mental voice slightly fuzzy. The nerve, the absolute gall of her to tell me, Jeff LaBeau, that I can't make her happy. She ought to consider herself lucky that I married her. There were a lot of women who would have given their right arms to be where she is now, and she just doesn't appreciate it. Well, let her do some thinking for a little while. The nerve!

Outside the bar, Leslie lit up a cigarette and smiled. She had just made her phone call to John when she saw Jeff going into the bar. John had been all smiles. At least, he had sounded like he was all smiles over the phone. The plans had been set, and Leslie was ready to put her end of the deal into operation. This hadn't been so hard after all, though she had to admit that she had been very, very lucky. Well, no point in dwelling on that, she thought. Luck or no, she was going to make her play for Jeff, and she was pretty certain that he was in just the right mood to take her up on it.

She walked into the bar and received a whistle or two from the few men who were in a fairly jolly mood. She ignored them as she sauntered through the place, taking a seat right next to Jeff.

"Small world, handsome," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette.

Jeff turned to her, his face carrying the expression of anger, though not at her.

"I'll have a martini," she told the bartender, who gave her a little wink. Even though he had never seen her or Jeff before in his life, he could see what the situation was, and he had learned not to get involved in such things.

When her drink came, she took a dainty sip and looked at Jeff, who had gone back to staring into his drink. "I was just driving around when I saw your car here. John and I, we had a little, oh, discussion, and I'm afraid I walked out on him."

She was fishing for information, and she could see that she had hit pay-dirt right away. Jeff stiffened and turned to face her, his facial expression softening somewhat.

"Really?" Then, after something of a pause, he added. "Heather and I had something like that too."

"I'm not much of a drinker," she said, seeing that she was going to have to do most of the talking for a little while. "But I didn't feel like being alone. Like I said, I saw your car out there, and I thought we might be able to make each other feel a little better."

Jeff grunted and smiled from one side of his mouth. Now that he was a little drunk, he wasn't being quite as careful as he had been in the ice rink with her. She was looking pretty appealing to him at this point, especially after what Heather had said to him. He wondered what his lovely blonde wife would think if she knew that he still had that old effect on women. Leslie was looking at him through half-lowered eye lids, turning her body in such a way as to give him a very nice view of her full, luscious breasts. Even though they were completely covered with her blouse, they still looked delightful. But even though he was slightly drunk, he was not a total fool. He might make his desires a little more known, but he was still married, and that meant look, but don't touch.

"Some women just don't know when they have a good thing," he said, taking his drink off the bar and holding it in both hands while he looked directly into Leslie's coal-black eyes.

"Some men don't either," she answered. "John and I, well, I thought we had a pretty good marriage. Things came as something of a shock to me. He doesn't like this about me. He doesn't like that. Jesus, the least he could have done was tell me a little at a time instead of dumping it all at once on me."

"You look like you're taking what happened rather well."

She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I do? I'll be going back in a little while. Maybe after he and I have been away from each other for a while, we'll both cool down some. I didn't even get a chance to say anything in my defense, though now that I think about it, John's not perfect."

"I guess no one is," Jeff said thoughtfully. Even though he thought Heather was totally wrong about what she had said, Jeff now believed that he could have been a little less abrupt, a little more patient with her. Hell, if she had a problem, the least he could do was try to help her with it, instead of running away.

Now that he wasn't alone, though, his thoughts began to travel in other directions. Even fully clothed, Leslie exuded a certain sexual arousal just from her being so close to him. His eyes quickly traveled over her body, dropping from the cotton-covered swell of her firm D-cup breasts to the graceful flair of her jean-covered hips. She was sitting with her legs crossed at her ankles, her full-fleshed thighs pressed tightly together. The tight denim cloth followed every curve of her body, and he was certain that he could see her cuntal mount pressing up against it from underneath. Uuummmp, but he would like to get his cock into her, if for no other reason than to teach that ungrateful wife of his a lesson she would never forget.

"This is like something out of a "B" movie," Leslie said, taking another sip on her drink. "I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you told me that your wife doesn't understand you."

"Maybe you wouldn't," Jeff laughed. "But the truth is, I don't think she understands herself: I don't know what happened to her over the months, but suddenly she's become a cold sexless bitch."

He stopped himself after that, feeling a little flushed in the face. After all, he was talking to a near stranger, and it really wasn't any of her business what his private life was like. Damn that Heather, he thought quickly. She's got my mind so fucked up I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Leslie sensed what was happening with Jeff, and she could tell that it was time to really press the advantage she had over him, the advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe that she was just something of a friend.

"Listen," she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. "Sitting here is really silly. There is no reason why we should be doing it. You said that you and Heather wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat her to it? Believe me, I know these things. John and I have gone through them before. Things will work out. It just takes a little time, that's all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with herself."

Jeff regarded her for a moment. Jesus, she was asking him to go over to her place. What the fuck was she? Then it, dawned on him that John would probably be there. Hell, what the fuck could happen with her husband around? Jeff thought about meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him. Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Leslie's lovely body, something that could make this whole fucking evening really worth the torment Heather had put him through.

He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. "I like that idea," he said. "Maybe you're right about Heather. And I know I'm in no condition to be with her now, not with her being as hysterical as she was."

"Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you, you follow me, I'm sure John would like to meet you."

Jeff dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the lovely woman, delighting in the way her hips swayed back and forth.

Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what the trick was going on. A classy woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what she was doing. He sighed and brought another round of beer to the men at the table, his only other customers.



At his home, John Reed finished the drink he had mixed for himself while Leslie had been looking out the window. According to the phone call Leslie had given him, she was going to bring that super jock to his house. He gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a little note. It was more for Jeff's benefit than for Leslie's. The college super-star would never believe her if she merely told him that he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.

Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his mind, trying to think of what excuse he could give to Heather for stopping in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he locked his door and walked the short distance to the LaBeau house. His timing had been perfect, though he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights coming down the street, slowly because of the ice.

Heather opened the door, looking at John as though he were a door-to-door salesman.

"Yes?" she said in a sort of tired voice.

"Good evening, Mrs. LaBeau," John said, looking around to see that the two cars were getting closer to his house. "My name is John Reed. I live a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good neighbor and say hello."

He could see that Heather was upset over something, probably the very thing that had caused Jeff to run out of the house like he had, and John thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be really bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it not taken care of by the lovely woman,

"Please, come in," Heather said formally as she stepped to one side, holding the door open. John walked past her, inwardly gloating. Both he and Leslie had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his wife to make the best use of their talents.



"I'm afraid Jeff 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 John 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.

"Jeff and I, well, we had, we had a fight," she said. When Jeff 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 Jeff 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 Jeff 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," John 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 Heather, like Leslie, 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."

John 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. "Leslie 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," John 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, Jeff?"

Heather nodded.

"Right. You and Jeff deserve to get out and meet the people in the area here. Like I said, both Leslie 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," Heather agreed. "Jeff 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?"

Heather nodded and went to the liquor cabinet.

"Listen," John 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 John 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 Jeff 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 Heather, letting her know that he, like so many other people, did a little cheating on his travel account.

"Leslie 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," Heather told him a confidential tone. "Jeff 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," John 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 Jeff all that much for keeping you hidden."

Heather blushed when she heard that. He was the first man to tell her something like that since she had married Jeff, and while she was used to getting compliments like that in college, she was a little rusty on receiving them.

"I'm serious, Heather. 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, Jeff and I like a rather sedate life."

"Really now," John said, raising his eye brow as though he didn't believe her. "Now, let me get this straight. If I'm not mistaken, Jeff is doing some work in the high school."

Heather nodded.

"And he makes enough money for the two of you to take off from time to time?"

Again the lovely wife nodded.

"Jeff LaBeau," 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, Heather, I sense something about you that makes you want to live, and live hard."

Heather 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 Jeff had been under recently, she had been toying with the idea of another vacation. She would have brought it up, if Jeff 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 John 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, Jeff has managed to, to."

She stopped, not really knowing where to go with that thought. She was going to say that Jeff was making her happy, but that wasn't really the truth. The memory of Jeff 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," John 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."

Heather 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 Jeff were really great for a while," she said evasively. "But when the honeymoon ended, well, I guess that sounds like an old cliché."

"Not at all," John 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, Leslie 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 Jeff has come to that conclusion," Heather 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?"

Heather looked long at him before saying anything. She didn't like having her private life exposed like this, but at least John 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," Heather said before she had a chance to think.

John whistled, seeing that his work would be a lot easier, knowing that little bit of information. He gathered that Heather 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 Leslie and Jeff, wondering if Jeff would be able to please her. She was pretty demanding when it came to fucking, and if super jock couldn't make his own wife happy. But that was Leslie's problem. Letting her problems out like this brought about a wave of frustration and disappointment flowing through Heather'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 he: 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."

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, John thought, it was Heather right now. John 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 Heather a world of good, and he was going to be the one to give it to her. Using his powerful body for support, Heather leaned against him over the arm of her chair, resting her head on his shoulder. John gave her a little squeeze.

"Go ahead, let it all out," he soothed. "You deserve to be happy, Heather. If Jeff can't see that, then I don't know about him."

Heather wanted to tell him that Jeff 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 Jeff was a good husband. Certainly no good husband would have done to her what Jeff had. John 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.

Heather felt, for the first time in a long time, safe and secure in her life. She didn't see anything wrong with John holding her like this. He was so strong and understanding, the way Jeff 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 John, 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 Jeff. After all the things he had said to her earlier, she could get back at him by having her neighbor do what Jeff 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 Jeff 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, John was married. 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. She wanted him to move away from her. Her mind was a seething conflicting mass of ideas and concepts, thoughts that would not gel. 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! John was so comforting, so understanding. His arm around her shoulder felt so good, Jeff never held her like this anymore.

John'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 John 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.

Heather'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 John knelt down and continued to press his tongue against her mouth, Heather could feel herself weakening, weakening, her body responding to those feelings and sensations Jeff 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, Jeff 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 Jeff 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 John'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 John 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 John needed. As they continued kissing with their mouths locked tightly, wetly together, John 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. John 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, Heather was fast becoming as eager to have John 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.

John 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.

John gave a low, throaty chuckle, seeing that words were not necessary. From the little Heather had told him of her problem with Jeff, 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 golden chevron of her cunt bush, 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 John's fondling with her nipples.

You deserve this, Jeff, 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 John'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. John 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 John 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. Heather stared at his hard-plated chest, washed with a light brown shadow of hair. Jeff had a football player's body, and she would have thought that no one could have had such a build. Then, as John 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 precum. Heather 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. John's penis was a huge,  long, thick, ten-inch slab of meat, its shaft was heavily veined, and almost as thick as a beer can! For a moment, Heather was certain that it would never fit in her cunt, and she stared at it as though it hypnotized her.

John 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, Heather," 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.

Heather'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 John 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." Heather 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 pussy. John'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, John 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.

Heather 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 John 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 John'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.

John 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 Heather by waves of insatiable desire clouding her eyes, somewhere inside, she was aware that this man stroking into her hot moist pussy 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 John's hard-pistoning penis, her golden blonde hair scattered about on the carpet as she wildly writhed beneath him.

John let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Heather'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! John thought. Jeff is really something of an asshole if he's ignoring her.

John's thoughts were scattered as the abandoned female heaved wildly beneath him like a demon. Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers again, John reached up under Heather'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 asscheeks 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. Jeff 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 John's body. John 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, Heather opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in wild unison with his relentlessly spearing strokes into her all- consuming pussy. 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 tucking 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 summing!" 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. Heather could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of John'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! John 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!!!" Heather suddenly cried out again, the words urging him to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her asscheeks 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.

John 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! Jeff was really blowing this little bit of his life. Appreciatively, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep in her tight-clutching pussy, 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 Jeff had treated her earlier in the evening re-enforced her feelings. It was Jeff's fault, she reminded herself, and if he was too childish to realize it, then he deserved what happened.

At that moment, she felt John 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, John 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 ass, and now she began rocking back and forth beneath John. Soon they were fucking together in complete abandoned unison once again, Heather 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 John 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," Heather gasped as she felt the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her pussy 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. John 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 asscheeks downward, Heather 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.

John 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 Heather'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 lucking, 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. John was certain that if he could get Heather into the wife- swapping club of the neighborhood, she would make the greatest addition since Leslie. 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.

Heather 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 Jeff 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 John 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 John'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 John 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, Jeff might be coming home pretty soon," she said without the slightest emotion.

"l 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 Leslie was doing with Jeff. 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 Jeff 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 John, rather then how she would relate to Jeff.



An hour or so before John Reed left Heather's home, Leslie and Jeff entered the lovely dark-haired woman's home. Since she knew what she was looking for, Leslie saw her husband stepping inside just as she was leading Jeff's slightly wavering car down the dark, icy street. She had to smile to herself, thinking that, as usual, her timing and that of her husband's was perfect.

Jeff parked his car in the street and walked quickly against the blast of cold air that threatened to bring more snow.

"Come on, coach," she called in a giddy tone, holding the door open for him."let's not keep the head of the house waiting. I'm certain he's anxious to meet you."

She noticed that John had locked the door, a little signal that he expected to be gone for some time. As Jeff walked past her into her home, she kept up her act that she had brought him home as much to see her husband as anything else.

"Youuhuuu, John!" she called through the empty home. "We have a guest!" Then she turned to Jeff. "He's probably upstairs or something, taking a bath maybe."

"No, I don't think so," Jeff commented, seeing the note John had written. "According to this, he's pretty angry with you."

"Hummmm, let me see that," she said, taking the paper from his hands. She read his words, telling her that he was very angry with her and had decided that he would go for a long extended walk, and that he didn't know when he would be home. She knew exactly what he was telling her, that he would be over at Heather's house until he finished fucking her, and that he would give her a little signal when he was through there. The whole thing appealed to Leslie's sense of romantic interlude, and she wadded up the note and tossed into a waste basket.

"That's what I think of his playing around," she said, walking to where she and her husband keep their liquor. "If he thinks he's going to make me feel guilty, he's got another thing coming."

"Maybe I should just leave," Jeff said sheepishly.

"Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort," Leslie demanded. "Who knows? Maybe he'll come back. It's pretty cold out there."

Jeff shrugged his shoulders, slipped out of his heavy coat and took a seat on the couch.

"What would you like to drink?" Leslie asked him.

"Oh, I don't think I should have any more to, oh, what the hell? How about a Scotch? On the rocks this time."

"You got it love," Leslie said, making his drink, and then making another martini for herself. As she moved around the liquor cabinet, Jeff continued to stare at her ripe, voluptuous body, at her thick black hair that touched lightly at the out-thrusting mounds of her blouse- covered breasts. He hadn't noticed it in the bar before, but the cotton garment was pretty sheer, almost transparent in fact, and he could see that her flesh underneath was smooth and as cream white as her hair was dark. Then, too, there was the faintest hint, just a hint, of coral lipstick on her lush lips, and as she walked, she continued to sway her hips in a more than casual, less than provocative manner, enough to make Jeff's cock begin spasming again. There was no doubt about it, she was one hell of an attractive woman, easily as attractive as Heather.

"Shall we drink to friendship?" she asked in a low, throaty voice as she handed him his drink and took a seat next to him on the couch, just close enough to him so he could get a good view of her firm, hard breasts, nearly visible through the sheer cloth of her blouse.

"To friendship it is," Jeff said in a happy tone as he smiled at her. The drinking he had done a little earlier was still affecting him, and he knew that this additional liquor would more than likely make him even drunker, but at that point, he really didn't care.

"So tell me, what do you think of our little community here?" Leslie asked him, resting her arm on the back of the couch and twisting her body so that Jeff had a full front view of her. She tucked one leg up under her firm, hard buttocks, and for all the world looked almost casual, almost, but not quite.

"I think it's nice," Jeff answered."though I have to admit, I haven't seen very much of it."

"Well, now, you'll have to do something about that. There wouldn't be as many people here as there are if it weren't something of an exciting place to live."

"I'm afraid I haven't met that many people that live out here, either," Jeff said, feeling a little guilty about it.

"Is that so? Well, I think I can do something about that. Like I said, John and I love to entertain, and we're giving a little party here next week. We would love to have you and Heather attend."

Leslie sure as hell wasn't going to tell him just what kind of a party they were throwing, not yet at any rate. She could see that Jeff was something of a straight and narrow man, and she didn't know how he would react to the idea of wife swapping. Maybe in a little while. First she was going to find out what kind of a cock he had, and how he used it. She couldn't believe that Jeff was failing to satisfy Heather , not with a hard-muscled body like he had. She dropped her eyes to his loins and delighted in the massive bulge of his cock in his crotch, and then she smiled as she thought of John trying to make it with Heather. Maybe she really was frigid. That really would be a laugh!

"Let me freshen up that drink a little," she said quickly, taking his glass from him. She didn't want to get him too drunk, but she wanted him a little looser than he was.

Jeff started to protest. He knew that sooner or later he would have to be getting back to his wife. Even though he still believed that what ever was the matter was her fault and not his, staying away from her wasn't going to do any good. He really did want to talk about it, and if he continued drinking, he wouldn't be able to.

But Leslie looked so damned sensual, the way she moves and talks and just presents herself. Damn, but she was one really desirable piece of ass. If he could just be unmarried for one night, he'd fuck the living shit out of her, and then tell Heather all about it. She was wearing her clothes so tight that he had no trouble at all picturing her naked in his mind, her dark cuntal triangle begging for his hand, her seething vaginal slit begging for his cock.

Jeff felt a flush start out of his collar as Leslie returned to the couch with his freshened drink. He had to stop thinking like this. Despite the spat he had had with Heather, he had to remember that he was married. Managing to get his thoughts under control, the young ex-football player turned to the brazen dark-haired woman, wondering what he could say to her. The Scotch was making him feel warm and more relaxed as he sipped on it.

"How long have you and John been married?" he asked, both to make conversation, and to remind the two of them that she was married, and therefore unable to do certain things. He noticed that she was looking at him pretty much the same way he was looking at her, obvious desire in her eyes.

"About two years," she said, leaning just a little closer to him. "Like I say, we have our ups and downs. I wouldn't worry too much about what happened between you and Heather all that much. Tell me, do you really think she's frigid?"

Jeff took a long pull on his drink, trying to formulate an answer in his mind. "That's sort of hard to say. When we were on our honeymoon, she was one hot little bitch."

He stopped as his eyes noticed that she had opened her thighs just a little, causing her tight jeans to press even tighter against her cunt. The material of her jeans followed the crack of her pussy, indenting all along her vaginal slit. The light of the room went through the sheer cotton blouse, revealing even more of her bosom, the darker aureoles of her breasts contrasting sharply with the cream-whiteness of the globes. He thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples, and a flush came to his collar again. He knew he had to stop thinking like this, but he couldn't take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His penis began spasming in his pants again. Once, twice, letting him know that he was losing control over his body. And remembering what Heather had told him was making him more anxious than ever to prove her wrong. He tried to settle himself down by taking another long pull of his drink.

Internally, Leslie was a seething froth of excitement and impending triumph. She could see that he was slowly but surely breaking down. Thus far, it seemed to her that the only thing that was standing between her cunt and his visibly swelling cock was a marriage license, and she believed that it was little more than a piece of paper, hardly a strong defense against anything. She could feel the initial warm seepings of excitement begin to flow down between her legs as she thought of what would be taking place in just a little while. Oooooo, she was going to take his cock for a ride that he would never forget.

"You were telling me that Heather was a virgin when you married her?" she said to keep the conversation going along the lines she wanted.

Jeff tried to remember if he had told her something like that, but he decided that it didn't make any difference, really.

"That's right. She was."

"I should think that a man with all your experience would want to marry a woman who had at least some experience herself," she commented, glancing at the front of his pants from beneath lowered lids. She was certain she could see his cock pulsing there now, pushing his trouser material out briefly as it jumped spasmodically from time to time. Her cuntal juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation. Things were working out just fine, though they weren't going fast enough to suit her.

Jeff was getting more flushed with her demanding conversation.

"To be quite honest," he told her. "Now that I think about it, it might have been better if I'd married a woman with some knowledge of what sex was all about. I had to teach her everything, and I don't think she made a very good student."

"I'll bet you were one hell of a teacher," she said in a low, sultry voice."

Jeff looked at her eyes for a moment, sensing that she was coming on to him stronger than ever now, as though she wanted him to make a first move. That was something he couldn't do, despite her alluring, blood- heating nearness. Damn, he began wishing that he hadn't had so much to drink, while at the same time wishing that he weren't married to Heather or anyone else. If he were back in college with Leslie, he would have had her clothes off and his cock in her cunt by now.

Damn! He had to stop thinking like that. There was nothing to be gained with thoughts of that kind except more frustration than Heather had already given him. The confused ex-football player drank again from his glass. He felt a warm relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. When he had been in training in college, he had not done very much drinking at all, and even though he did drink now, his body still wasn't all that used to it. The drinks were having a heightening effect on his bloodstream, while at the same time dulling his mind, so that the pounding of his heart seemed twice as loud. He kept staring at the sultry smiling face of Leslie Reed, at the kind of miasma of total sex she exuded, the full rich softness of her firm, high breasts. Damn! Getting his hands on those tits of hers would be sheer heaven. He'd like to take each nipple in his mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue. That would show Heather that he didn't have any problems.

Jeff felt his cock jerk into sudden rigidity with that thought, as though it were alive, trying to break out of its cloth prison. He took a deep breath and finished his drink, trying to will his penis into limpness again. He had to stop thinking about fucking Leslie. That was all there was to it. His cock acted as though it had a mind of its own, and remained achingly, painfully erect and blood-swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Leslie's face.

She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants!

And she was smiling!!

"Well, now, that's really interesting," she said in a chipper voice.

"Uhhh, what is?"

"Your erection," she said in a voice that was both casual and arousing at the same time. "That huge erection of yours."

His breath quickened at her blatancy, and he bit on his lower lip.

"I think it would be a shame to waste a huge hard-on like that," she said, smiling and looking at him as she sipped on her drink. "I know I would hate to see it go to waste, and with Heather mad at you, you'll just have to do something else with it than fuck her. Right?"

"I… I… I…," he stuttered.

"What would you say to putting it in my cunt for a change. How would you like to fill my tight little pussy with that huge hardness. You could fuck it between my legs and fill my pussy with your cum. Doesn't that sound like a lot of fun?"

"Oh God!" Jeff gasped. His cock was palpitating wildly now, and his brain was reeling. Shit, he knew she had been coming on to him, but this was more than a simple come-on. She was mentally raping him, even though she knew he was warned, Hell, even though she was married herself. His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering sperm. He needed a release, and with Heather thinking about him the way she was, he knew he wouldn't be getting it with her But he couldn't just fuck another man's wife, could he?

The dark-haired young woman leaned closer to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek, threatening to melt his flesh there. She touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn through the cloth. "Well, love. Wouldn't you like to show me what you can do with that penis of yours? especially now that it's hard and hot and all? "

"Leslie, please, look, I'm married, and…."

"I'm married too," she retorted, knowing that he would more than likely try to fall back on that excuse. "Heather doesn't appreciate you, John doesn't appreciate me. I say we get back at them."

Jeff opened and closed his mouth again and again, trying to think of something to say. He had been thinking exactly that thought himself, but he never thought he would have the opportunity to go through with it. Now that it did, the reality of the situation was getting too much for him to handle.

"My cunt's on fire right this minute, love," Leslie purred. "The only thing it wants is a big, hard throbbing penis, flooding the fires with cum and sperm I can see that you have a big cock, Jeff." As she spoke, she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-covered penis. Jeff almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock of her touch on his super-sensitive cock. A number of women in college had been this forward, but that was in another time, in another place, when he didn't have a marriage license preventing him from doing what he really wanted. He was held frozen as Leslie stroked his penis lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her breasts pressed softly, hotly, against his arm as she moved still closer to him. Her lips found his jaw and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a path of fire over his shin as her hand continued to run his greatly swollen penis.

"Leslie, I, please, for God's sake, what about John?"

"You want to fuck me," she said, ignoring his plea "You know you want to fuck me. And I want you to. What more do you need?"

Her voice was like that of a hypnotist's, and Jeff could feel his resistance disappearing quickly with each pass her hand made along the hardened shaft of his excited penis.

"No, no, I, Leslie, oh, fuck it. Yes, for Christ sake."

Jeff couldn't help himself. The image of Heather telling him that he couldn't satisfy her had made him so pissed off at her that he wanted to prove her wrong. If she didn't want what he had to offer, why shouldn't he fuck a woman who could appreciate him?

And suddenly, his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. Leslie's hand began to move faster and faster on his turgid, swollen shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling hers around and around his, darting into his mouth and then pulling out. Without even thinking twice now, Jeff brought his hand up and found her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft, hot, pliant flesh momentarily, then pulling open her buttons and reaching inside the garment, exposing one naked breast with its desire-swollen nipple and dark pi