He was sitting in front of the TV, watching the news, a beer in his hand, perfectly normal except for that ridiculous grin on his face. As Ginger went into the kitchen to start dinner, she wondered what was the matter with him. Then she happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror. She had that same silly smile on her face.
Tom wouldn't have told her in a million years what was making him grin like that. Much earlier in the day when he'd gone over to Stacy's, his idea was just to get a chance to ogle the lovely blonde divorcee close-up. He'd never dreamed it would go farther than that.
Stacy had preceded him across the lawn to her house, and Tom's eyes were glued to her saucily twitching little butt, tightly encased in snug red shorts. Her long light blonde hair bounced as she walked, and he thought again what a sexy broad she was. Stacy led him into her kitchen and indicated the sink, which was full of soapy water.
"It wouldn't drain after I washed the dishes," she said. "I don't know what's the matter."
"We'll soon find out," Tom said confidently.
He'd much rather be fooling around with Stacy than with that damned sink, but after all, he was a married man and he was only here to do a favor for a neighbor. He got out his drain cleaner and plunger and went to work. It wasn't a bad clog, and he had it fixed in a matter of minutes.
"There you go," he said, "working okay again."
Stacy acted like he'd just given her a bucket of diamonds. She threw her arms around his neck, gave him a big moist kiss on the cheek, and squealed, "Oh, Tom, you're wonderful."
"It was nothing," Tom said, aching to hug her back.
While Stacy embraced him for that brief moment, he could feel her soft pointed breasts against his chest, and he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. The soft pout of her mons pressed his crotch. She smelled of some light perfume like flowers. Damn, she had a nice curvy little body.
"As long as you're here, let me make you some coffee," Stacy said, moving away from him. "I haven't had a chance to talk to you in ages. Isn't it strange how people can live right next door to each other and never say hello?"
Tom was wanting to do considerably more than say hello to her, and his horny interest led him to bang around. He took a chair at the kitchen table and ogled Stacy's delectable slim body as she moved around getting the coffee things. He tried to remember how long she'd been divorced, wondering if she, too, was horny.
"How's it been going for you, Stacy?" he asked. "You getting along okay without Bill?" Bill Ames, Stacy's ex-husband, had been a mean drunk, and she'd finally gotten fed up and kicked him out.
"Oh, yes and no," Stacy answered. "I mean, I have a good job, enough money, and I can manage the house alone, but sometimes I get lonely."
That was just what Tom wanted to hear. He just wondered how lonely the beautiful divorcee was. He reminded himself that that kind of thinking was crazy, that he was married and loved his wife very much, and that he didn't believe in adultery. Somehow, though, it didn't stop him from getting more and more turned on by Stacy.
"I can understand how you'd get lonely," he said as she set the coffee pot on the table.
Stacy, standing close beside him, looked down with moist sad eyes. "Oh, Tom," she said, starting to cry, "you really can't imagine how lonely I get."
Tom instantly pulled her onto his lap. He told himself that it was just a gesture of comfort and friendship, but as her warm little ass settled right over his cock, he felt a lurch of excitement. Stacy snuggled against him, and he put his arm around her shoulders and started kissing her hair.
"There, there," he babbled, "it'll be all right."
"Oh, Tom," she said, "you're so sweet."
She turned her face up and kissed him on the mouth. Her mouth was all soft and glossy and good-tasting. Tom tried to keep it an innocent kiss, but in seconds his excitement overpowered him and he was snaking his long wet tongue into her mouth.
"Ummmmm," Stacy murmured.
She trembled for a moment, and then she started working her slick little tongue over his. Their tongues tickled each other, darted back and forth, and he felt Stacy's little round ass wiggling deeply and comfortably into his lap, rubbing right over his cock.
Watch it, fella, he told himself.
But it was damned hard to exercise any self-control with a gorgeous blonde purring in his arms, stroking his tongue with her tongue, and rubbing her adorable little butt back and forth over his prick. He tightened his hold on her, and she didn't protest.
"Ohhhh, that was nice," Stacy murmured.
She was looking him in the eye, her face very close, and he took in her long long eyelashes, big blue eyes, and turned-up nose and moist pink lips. He felt almost giddy with horniness for this woman. He tried to make himself think of Ginger, of their marriage, but that was hard to do with Stacy right there in his lap.
"DO it again," she said huskily. "I need it."
Oh, Christ, Tom thought.
She seemed to be inviting him to make love to her, and he was powerfully excited by the idea. Well, a kiss wouldn't hurt, and then he'd better get the hell out of here. He kissed her again. It started to be just a friendly smack, but Stacy quickly converted it into a deep thrusting of tongues and a hot horny meshing of mouths.
Her little warm hands started roaming over his body, inside his shirt to pet the thick mat of chest hair. Tom knew he was in real trouble if he stuck around, but dammit it was hard to leave. He should be firm, put Little Miss Hot Pants off his lap, and go home to his wife. Instead he found his hand creeping inside her halter.
"Ummmm," Stacy murmured.
Tom slipped his hand down in the low neck of her halter and touched the silky soft skin of her pert boobs. Stacy was digging her slick little tongue deep in his mouth, exciting hell out of him, and he thrust his hand deeper inside her clothing and cupped one firm apple-size tit. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and Stacy purred and wiggled her ass again.
Sure, her boobs weren't nearly as big as Ginger's, but they were damned nice, soft and warm to touch, just right for a handful. He got his hand firmly around her silky mound and began molding and squeezing it. Stacy used the tip of her finger to tickle his nipples. Then she broke the kiss and looked at him, her eyes hot and wide.
"Tom, darling," she purred, "you're almost tearing my halter. Don't you think you ought to take it off?"
Yes, by God, she really was inviting him to get it on with her. He still couldn't conceive of being unfaithful to Ginger, but just a little more play couldn't hurt. He wouldn't go all the way, he assured himself as he untied Stacy's halter and drew it off.
He knew she was around thirty, but her tits were perfectly firm and flawless, sticking straight out, capped with rather large rose-colored nipples. Her pretty boobs quivered slightly as Tom drew her halter off and dropped it on the floor. Then he gawkd at her delicious little knockers. He felt that same rush of saliva as when he looked at Ginger's naked breasts.
"You've really got pretty tits," he said hornily. Stacy wrinkled her nose. "They're not very big," she said, "not nearly as big as your wife's."
"That doesn't matter," said Tom, reaching out to cup her naked breasts.
They fit his hands perfectly, and he fondled them eagerly, running his palms over the satiny hot flesh, moving his thumbs back and forth over the cone-shaped red nipples. Stacy's eyes got hotter and hotter, and after a moment her soft nipples went erect and pointed under his massaging thumbs.
"Oh, God, Tom," she murmured huskily, "you're making me so excited. Let's lie down somewhere."
Tom knew it was decision time, that he ought to make his escape now before he did something he'd really regret. He didn't want to hurt Ginger, ever, in any way. He didn't believe in stepping out on his wife. Then, dammit, why couldn't he get up and walk out like a decent man should?
Instead he found himself just sitting there ogling Stacy's lovely body, her adorable round pert tits, her tiny firm waist, and the suggestive pout of her crotch. He found himself thinking what a perfect opportunity this was to get a little strange stuff, a horny divorcee who obviously wanted to get balled. Maybe in bed she'd be the tigress he secretly wanted, the wild woman who'd throw aside all modesty and restraint, unlike Ginger who stayed so cool and unmoving.
No, dammit, it just wasn't right, he couldn't do it. He forced himself to stand up, dumping Stacy off his lap. Her cute little tits jiggled as she stumbled and then found her footing. Tom started to speak, but his voice came out in a horny squawk. He tried again.
"S-Stacy," he stammered, "I'm very attracted to you. Very. But I couldn't hurt Ginger. I think it'd be best if I left now."
Stacy burst into tears. "Oh, Tom," she said, "I'm sorry. It was all my fault. But all these months without a man – well, I'm ashamed to admit it, but it's driving me up the walls. I can't control myself."
That's exactly what he wanted, a woman who couldn't control herself. It was killing him to walk away from a chance like this. He could just imagine Stacy going crazy in bed, shrieking with pleasure as he thrust his cock into her, begging for more and more. He knew he should turn and walk out the door, but his feet seemed glued to the spot.
"Just hold me a little while," Stacy cooed. "That would be so nice. We won't do anything wrong."
"Okay," Tom said hoarsely.
Her tears disappeared instantly. With a big smile she took his hand and led him to the big wide sofa in the living room. They laid down side by side and put their arms around each other, Stacy's lovely bait breasts pressing against his cheat. She opened his shirt and rubbed her erect rosy nipple against the thick thatch of brown hairs.
"I'm shameless, I know," she purred, "but with an attractive man like you, it's hard to control myself. Sometimes I look at you across the lawn, and I get sooooo excited."
Get out of here! Tom's conscience screamed. He'd never received a more open, blatant sexual invitation from a woman. She might as well have stripped and spread her legs for him. If I didn't leave now, he was in terrible danger of doing just what she wanted, peeling off her clothes and fucking her.
Instead he cupped her pretty breasts again and fondled them, unable to resist. Stacy mailed and purred, "Use your mouth on my till, darling. I really enjoy that."
Tom blushed slightly. He'd never used his mouth anywhere on a woman's body, his old-fashioned morality forbidding it. But more and more lately he'd wanted to do it. Hell, why not? He pressed his face against her hot silky tits, kissed them all over, and found it exciting and fun. He stuck out his tongue and pressed the wet tip against her erect left nipple. As he started to tongue and tickle the rosy nub, Stacy gave a squeal of excitement.
"Oooooo, yes, darling," she cried, "lick my nipples. That feels soooo gopd."
Tom had never licked a woman's tits before, but once he was started, he found it addictive. More hot saliva rushed to his mouth as he tongued and lashed her pert little nipples. Lately he'd had this crazy urge to suck Ginger's tits like a baby, but was afraid she'd be shocked. With Stacy he gave way to the urge, feeling she'd accept it.
He was right. As he sucked one rosy hard nipple into his mouth, Stacy squealed and dug her nails into his shoulders. "Ohhhh, my God, yesss," she sighed, "yes, suck me, Tom. I love that."
Tom got off on it, sucking briskly and loudly, arousing her tasty red nipple into a hard throbbing nub. Then he sucked the other one, increasing its heat and erection. All the while Stacy clung to him, gasping and squealing with pleasure. Why couldn't Ginger react that way to his love-making? Why couldn't she let herself go like Stacy did?
"Oh, my God, Tom," she said, half laughing and half sobbing, "you're getting me so turned on, I can't believe it. You wicked thing, you."
Tom's response was to suck harder and louder on her breast. He needed time to think, but he found it very hard to have a logical thought under the circumstances. He was getting so damned horny for this wanton blonde divorcee, he couldn't stop thinking about how her box would be – wet and fiery-hot and hungrily clinging. Dammit, he just had to control himself.
But Stacy spoiled all chance of self-control when she suddenly reached down and unzipped his fly.
Sucking her hard sweet nipple, Tom felt that wicked little hand creeping down his body, fumbling around and finding his fly, tugging at the zipper. He looked at Stacy in alarm, but she just stuck out the moist pink tip of her tongue and wiggled it lewdly at him. He felt her hot little hand creeping inside his open fly, tickling his cock.
"Uh, Stacy, honey, we better not do that," Tom said hoarsely. "We don't wanta go too far."
"Oh, I won't," Stacy cooed. "I just want to touch. No harm in that, is there?"
Before Tom could reply, she'd gently lifted his limp pale cock out into the light. It looked wrinkled and puny to him, and he was glad. He didn't want to give her any ideas. She left his dick lying on her palm for a moment, just looking at it, and then with her other hand she began to pet it, softly and gently. But even that feathery-light touch excited him sharply.
"Is it big when it's hard?" she purred.
"Oh, God, Stacy," Tom muttered. "Damn you, Stacy, stop that. You know I can't get it on with you. I have to think of Ginger."
"I didn't say anything about getting it on," Stacy replied in false innocence. "I just want to touch you a little, darling. And I want you to touch me."
Tom knew by now that he was being conned, that she was deliberately arousing him right out of his skull, but it was a very pleasant con, very hard to resist. He just lay there paralyzed with horny pleasure while Stacy smiled and purred and petted his limp warm prick. He'd never approved of this kind of kinky foreplay, but now that it was happening to him, he found he really dug it.
"Here, let me take your pants down so I can touch you better," Stacy said.
He couldn't even make his mouth work now to protest. She quickly tugged his pants and shorts down to his knees, exposing his thick brown bush and rosy wrinkled nut sacs. She trailed her fingers teasingly through his bush and lightly tickled his limp balls, but eventually she returned to his cock, folding her fingers around it, starting to pump it.
"Stacy, for God's sake, stop before it's too late," Tom moaned.
"Oh, don't be silly," she said. "We're just having a little innocent fun. We won't do anything wicked. I don't know what you're afraid of, Tom."
What he was afraid of happened almost the moment she finished speaking – his aroused cock lurched into life, growing long and thick and rock-hard in her tight pumping fist. Tom moaned with embarrassment and lust as he felt his meat going stiff, saw the purple knobby head emerging from her fist.
"Why, Tom, you devil," Stacy giggled.
She started pumping harder and faster on his erect meat, filling him with horny excitement. Damn the woman, anyhow, she was doing this on purpose getting him so frantically turned on that he was forgetting his marriage, his wife, his morality. But her hot little hand felt so damned good around his swollen dick.
"Darling," she murmured, "I'd like you to touch me, too. Take down my shorts, please."
Like a robot, Tom obeyed. He was lousing all will to resist. He unzipped her little red shorts and pulled them down to her knees, only to rind that she wasn't wearing panties. He ogled her pretty blonde puff of mans fur. He saw that her lust wasn't faked, either – the crotch of her shorts was sooked with pussy juice.
"Touch me," she sighed "make me feel good."
Tom slipped his hand between her silky thighs and felt blazing heat of her pussy. Stacy, panting, opened her legs wide for him, and he gawked at the moist pink flesh of her gash, the little circle of blonde curls around the fat ripe lips of her cunt. He began to trail his fingers back and forth over her horny little pussy, tickling and massaging.
"Ohhhhhh!" Stacy gasped. "Oh, my God, yes, play with meeee."
A scalding burst of cream from her cunt soaked his hand. No, she definitely wasn't faking it. Stacy Ames was achingly horny for huh, juicing all over his fingers. If only Ginger could be so natural, so unashamedly eager! Tom massaged more eagerly over the slick hot flesh of her gash.
Meanwhile Stacy was pumping his dick. Curiously, and he felt her other hand creep down and cup his swollen tails, giving them a hot teasing message. His cock felt ready to burst, and he couldn't help thinking how great it would be just to climb on her and stick it in her. He knew by now she wouldn't last.
"My cunt, darling," she gasped. "Play with my cunt. That's the best place."
He'd hardly touched a woman down there before, but he had a vague idea where her clit was. He searched between, the blonde-furred lips of her mons and found a wet little lump of red flesh. As he seized it between thumb and forefinger and started to knead it, he knew he'd found the right place Stacy gave a screech and practically rose off the couch.
"Ooooooo!" she wailed, "Yes!"
He kneaded her throbbing hot little clit and she pumped his achingly swollen cock for a few minutes, till they were both so excited that their breath came in gasps. Then Stacy pressed herself hard against him, urgently, and spoke in a voice hoarse with lust.
"Fuck me, Tom," she gasped, "put your cock in me. Oh, please, I've got to have it."
It was the toughest decision he'd ever made in his life, but by thinking of Ginger, he managed to resist, ignoring Stacy's frantic request, he kneaded her squirting little clit faster and harder, ever faster, till suddenly she was coming.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Stacy wailed.
In her helpless spasms of pleasure she squeezed his cock hard, and Tom felt himself coming, shooting thick white jets of jism practically to the ceiling. They writhed and moaned together for a moment, then fell exhausted into each other's arms.
"There," Stacy purred, "I told you we wouldn't do anything serious."
"We damned near did," Tom said worriedly. "Really, Stacy, I don't think I'd better not over here any more."
She lust smiled and petted his limp exhausted cock. "Oh, you'll be back, lover," she said. "I'm sure of that."
At least he didn't think so.