Tim gave her instant pleasure with his experienced finger as he drove toward his house.
He parked in the two-car garage and waited while the automatic door closed, throwing them into total darkness. Within seconds he had her pants in his hand and his head between her legs, his tongue lapping hungrily at her pussy, completing the job his finger had started.
"If this is out of gratitude, I accept," Kitty said, leaning back and enjoying it, running her fingers in his hair, pulling his face snugly into her wet, soft cunt.
Within a few feverish minutes she was gushing with wild orgasm, her legs spread wide, her hands clutching his head to her, her hips throwing her pussy to meet his exciting, highly educated tongue.
The instant she reached orgasm, he kissed her lips, his tongue still moving, probing, lapping with intense hunger.
"You get my vote," she whispered breathlessly. "That's just a beginning," he replied, his body tense, eager to go on to new and better things.
His water bed was round, with a giant TV set mounted on one wall and speakers from his complex music system looking down from all four corners of the room.
Tim Bladine had a taste for the finer things in life, and he indulged his tastes, privately.
He poured two glasses of wine from the wet bar and turned to hand Kitty one. To his surprise, she was on her knees, on the soft carpet, pulling down his pants and shorts in one swift tug.
"Go ahead, enjoy your wine," she said, taking his soft cock in her hand. "I'm hungry for something else right now."
"Right here? Right now?" he asked, standing frozen with a drink in each hand.
"Right here, right now," Kitty replied, taking all of his cock in her mouth in one gulp.
He leaned back against the bar and took a long swallow of wine, its sparkling fresh taste heightened by the sparkle he felt from her mouth wrapped around his growing cock. She had only to touch his balls and his cock sprang fully alive.
She felt his prick begin to throb with anxiety and pulled her head back.
"Not yet," she murmured, looking at the head of his cock as she would a baby. "Not until Mommy gets to taste it some more."
She licked the length of it, her tongue going around his balls, then between his legs. His knees began to buckle.
"Not yet," she mumbled again, holding the tip of his cock against the tip of her nose.
"It's been so long," Tim whispered excitedly. She opened her mouth and devoured all of his cock, just as Tim's cock shivered and exploded, sending a hot stream of come to the back of her throat, filling her mouth, drooling out each corner of her mouth.
She kept sucking, gently, until his prick went limp, then he slid down the wet bar and sat on the carpet beside her.
"You're good," he said. "You're really good." Kitty grinned. "You ain't seen nothing yet!" They undressed and went to the jacuzzi with their wine, looking up at the stars, listening to soft music that filled the entire house.
"You don't mind getting your hair wet?" he asked.
"Why should I mind that? You expecting company?"
"Some women do. All they think about is their appearance."
Kitty laughed. "Appearance is important only when it makes you feel good inside." She reached in the water and cradled his soft cock in her hand. "I've got something else that makes me feel good inside. Really good!"
He kissed her, feeling wildly, wonderfully free. Her tongue rushed to meet his.
"This is wonderful," he said. "You, the night, being here, like this."
"Didn't you make out in the jacuzzi with Doris?" she asked.
"She was afraid she'd get her hair wet. Even in bed she often remained perfectly still to keep from messing up her hair."
"How'd you get married to somebody like that?" Tim chuckled. "I didn't exactly marry her. She married me. She set her sights on me and went for it."
"But she…"
"She was great when she wanted me. Hell, there was nothing she wouldn't do, or let me do to her. It wasn't until after we were married that the real Doris began to emerge."
Kitty thought of Sarah Bennit and Harold. They were probably enjoying something like this right now, she thought. Then she smiled. It wouldn't dawn on Harold until later that it was all a fake. But she didn't want to think about Harold, not now.
"Where did you meet James?" she asked, unable to see anything the two men might have in common.
"We went to college together."
"College? James went to college?"
"He graduated from law school with honors. He just didn't like practicing law. Preferred working outdoors, living free. I'm not sure he didn't make the right choice."
"He never told me he was a lawyer," Kitty said. "Don't tell him I told you. He's not too proud of it."
"Then he must know Doris," Kitty said.
"He introduced me to Doris. After James became convinced I was going to make a career of politics, he said she would be just right for me. And she was, as far as politics was concerned. She's a real pro."
"And then she met a politician she thought offered her a better future," Kitty said.
"You got it."
Kitty laughed. "I think she used poor political judgement."
"Only when she tangled with you." Tim smiled. "Actually, Doris knows the political world better than anybody I know. She can dish it out, get what she wants, get even with enemies. That's one thing that bothers me about tonight. Doris always gets even. I'm afraid she'll look for a way to get even with me for what you did to her and Bud."
"How can she get even with you now?"
"I don't know, but if know Doris, she'll find a way."
"You worry too much." Kitty smiled. "Let's go to the water bed and think of other things."
It was Tim's turn to laugh. "Is there no end to your heat?"
He gave it to her as she wanted it, slow at first, building up tempo as her breathing became more deep, more desperate. She wrapped her logs around him, pulling his cock in to the hilt, refusing to let go as she ground her body into his, thrilling to the feel of his hard cock trapped inside her hot pussy.
He grabbed each cheek of her ass and tugged, patted, poked his finger between ass-cheeks, then around to the wet lips of her cunt.
He propped her up dog-fashion, ramming her face into a pillow and plunged his cock in deep. Soon her cries for more wakened.
He came one last time, then fell on his back, completely spent. The music continued. The gurgle of the water bed subsided.
And then the phone rang.
Tim reached for it and listened, saying nothing.
Even in the dim light Kitty could see the deep worry creases on his face after he hung up.
"It was Doris," he said. "She says I'm not to see my children again."