Kitty was awake at dawn the morning James was scheduled to work on their lawn. As soon as the first light of day eased through the drapes, she heard his pick-up truck pull into the driveway. Her entire body stiffened with desire.
She tiptoed into the bathroom, showered quickly and after drying, perfumed her body everywhere he might touch, or smell – which was everywhere.
"Couldn't you sleep?" Harold asked, sitting up in bed to stare at the clock.
"I want to do the laundry while it's cool," she said.
"What's the weather got to do with it? The washer and dryer are in an air-conditioned house!"
"I want to hang the clothes outside. The air freshens them."
"Oh." He rolled over as if going back to sleep. But he didn't sleep. He listened as Kitty got the dirty clothes sorted and began dumping them into the washer.
He stayed in the shower longer than usual, thinking, then shaved and dressed for the office.
Kitty was hanging laundry outside when he went to the kitchen for coffee and the paper. He'd never seen her hang laundry outside before and wondered if this was the first time, or if he just hadn't noticed.
Glancing out the window, he saw her talking to James, which pleased him. James was an unusually good lawn man, the best they'd ever had. He hoped Kitty would be pleasant to him, make him feel at home.
He got the paper and poured a cup of coffee. Kitty was so nervous she kept dropping clothes pins, which James obligingly retrieved.
"I'm ready," she whispered. "I'm really ready for you, James!"
"Having husband problems?" he asked.
"No problems. But no excitement either, not like you provide."
"Men are men, Kitty. None of us are that different."
"When I suck your cock, you eat my pussy. That's a big difference in my book."
James grinned. "Maybe he wasn't hungry."
"He rats his work," Kitty said. "I want a man who likes it! A man who knows how to handle it!"
"I'll be through at ten," he said. "And my cock will be as hard as a hoc handle!"
"I'll be ready!"
James went back to trimming hedges. Kitty finished hanging the clothes and went inside to see what her husband wanted for breakfast, feeling her cunt moisten just thinking about ten o'clock.
At times like this, she wished she had a vibrator she could stick in her wet pussy and leave there, just to settle her down. It was eight-thirty. She'd be climbing the wall by ten.
"I've been thinking about it, Kitty," Harold said, the moment she stepped inside. "I've decided you're right."
"About what?"
"I've been neglecting you lately, putting work ahead of everything else. There's got to be some changes."
"Really?"
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Of course, Harold. Of course!"
He reached for the phone and called the office. "Sarah, I'll be late today. If anything urgent needs any attention, call me at the Twin Oaks Motel… just ask the switchboard operator to ring my room… business, Sarah. Personal business."
Kitty smiled.
"Put on something skimpy," he said to his wife as he hung up the phone. "Something revealing. Nobody will see you."
"Now? You mean…"
"A new environment, new surroundings. Spur of the moment! That's what our marriage needs!"
A wave of disappointment swept through Kitty as they backed out of the driveway, unable to even see James as be hurried to finish the back yard. She glanced at her watch. It was nine-thirty.
There was no way she could get back by ten. She imagined James bouncing through the back door of their house, cock exposed, ready for action – and finding none. He would understand. That wasn't the problem.
What a waste of good hard cock. That was the problem.
Harold stood beside their bed in the motel, his cock limp, but his face filled with the pride of accomplishment, even though he hadn't accomplished anything yet.
Coming to the motel was Harold's accomplishment. He had been notified of a problem – wifely neglect – and he was flow acting to solve the problem.
"Is there anything you want?" he asked. "Anything special, I mean?"
Kitty couldn't bring herself to tell him she wanted to be eaten. Wives didn't ask for things like that. Wives, or at least the kind of wives Harold knew anything about, wanted only to please their husbands.
"I want to please you," she said meekly.
"Good." He smiled, continuing to stand proudly beside the bed. "How about trying it as I stand?"
"Lovely." Kitty sat up, swinging her legs around his, leaning forward to accept his soft prick in her lips.
"You love that, don't you," Harold said, getting quickly hard, beginning to breathe deep.
"Uh-huh."
She wasn't telling her husband an untruth. She did love it. She loved the feel of it, the taste of it. She loved the swelling of his cock in her moth, the baby-like texture of the cock-bulb as it began to throb against her tongue. She loved every minute of it.
But her pussy got more and more wet and more and more hungry. She wanted more than just a cock in her mouth, sweet as that was. She wanted something inside her cunt. A cock. A tongue. A pair of eager lips.
"Enjoy yourself," Harold said, supremely confident that he was giving his wife the attention a wife needed.
He was on the verge of coming when the phone rang. The phone came first.
"Yes, Sarah," he said, as alert to business as ever. "I've been expecting that call. Yes, it's very important. Just a second, let me get a pencil. I want to get the exact wording."
He opened his briefcase and took out a pen and pad, then sat in a chair beside a small round table near the bed.
"Okay, Sarah, shoot," he said, and began scribbling as his secretary dictated. "Great! That's just like we'd planned!"
He paused, looking at Kitty sitting silently in the bed, her bare tits hanging idle, as if abandoned.
"Come here, darling," he said, holding his hand over the mouthpiece. "There's no need in your stopping just because of this call."
Kitty paused, looking at her watch. It was almost eleven. James had finished his work, and gone by now. What a fucking waste!
No, not completely. James wouldn't let it go to waste. He'd take that beautiful body and hard cock of his somewhere else. Knowing him, Kitty figured it wouldn't take him ten minutes to find another pussy eager to get it.
She looked at Harold, still smiling at her, still holding his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, inviting her to join him.
"You're here to enjoy," he whispered. "Don't be bashful."
She crawled out of bed, sat on the floor between his legs, and began licking his cock, feeling a sight sense of accomplishment when it began to rise once again.
"All right, Sarah," he said into the phone. "Go over that last paragraph once more. I want to get it right."
Kitty wanted to get it right too. She sucked harder, practicing the manipulation of her tongue up and down his hard cock, around its head. Practice makes perfect, she thought.
She wanted to get it so right that if something like this ever happened again, James would be so eager for her, he would wait rather than look elsewhere.
She must have done something right. Harold came in a matter of minutes.
"That was wonderful, darling," he said. Kitty had to look up to see if he was talking to her or was still on the phone. He was talking to her. The receiver as in its cradle.
"It's refreshing, isn't it?" he asked. "A new place, a new time."
Kitty felt a wave of resentment. He was satisfied. She still had a hungry pussy.
The phone rang again. Harold answered it after the first ring. "Yeah, Sarah, I understand. Tell him I'll be there in about twenty minutes."
Kitty dressed, feeling cheap and overly exposed in her flimsy dress, with no bra or panties, as she walked to the car with a man in a business suit.
He was back in his business world, miles away, thinking about the meeting he was going to attend.
They were in such different worlds. Kitty was thinking about James – and Clyde and Marcia – and she wondered whom James was eating right now.