Tom saw the stricken look on Ginger's face when he abandoned the yard work and went off with Stacy. He felt like a heel, knew he should have stayed there and helped his wife, but after one look at Stacy in that deliciously tight outfit, he just couldn't resist.
Not that he was going to do anything serious, of course.
He figured they might fool around a lime bit, like yesterday, but he was still very much committed to his marriage, very much in love with his wife, and he didn't intend to be unfaithful. He'd make sure things didn't get out of hand.
He watched the flirtatious bounce of Stacy's pert little butt in those tight pink shorts as she led the way to her house. She was a sexy bitch, that was for sure. If he weren't a married man, he'd be on her the minute they got in the door. He imagined, briefly, what her cunt would be like – fiery-hot, juicy, and tight – then told himself to forget it. Nothing was going to happen.
He followed Stacy into her kitchen, and the next thing he knew, she was throwing her arms around him, rubbing her warm curvy body against him, and kissing him, her little slick tongue wriggling into his mouth. Tom stumbled back against the wall, feeling the soft pout of her mons against his cock, struggling with the hot lust he felt for her.
"Hey, there," he laughed, turning his face aside, "what's all that about?"
Stacy wasn't laughing. Ma blue eyes were hot with longing, her full lips pink and pouting. "Oh, Tom," she said huskily, "surely you know why I really asked you over here. Darling, I want you."
Tom forced himself to stay cool, though it was a damned hard thing to do, what with a sexy, horny blonde literally throwing herself at him. He took her arms and gently moved her back away from him. He tried to look stem.
"Stacy, I'm sorry," he said. "You're a helluva good-looking chick, and I really wish I could get it on with you, but I love my wife. You have to understand that. I'm not gonna be unfaithful to Ginger."
Tears rose briefly to Stacy's eyes, but then she gave up. "All right, Tom," she said sadly. "If that's how it is, I guess there's nothing I can do."
One part of Tom felt proud because he'd done the right thing and resisted temptation, but another pelt was cursing because of this lost chance. It would have been so great to go to bed with this beautiful woman. He wasn't out of danger yet. It might be smart to get the hell out of there, away from Stacy, before she did something else to tempt him.
"Well, maybe I better run along then," he said, "if that's all you wanted."
"Oh, no, wait," Stacy said. "I really do have some furniture to move. I'm sorry, Tom. I promise to behave myself now, if you'll just lend me a hand with this stuff."
"Sure," Tom said with a smile. "Where is it?"
For an hour Tom helped Stacy move heavy pieces of furniture around her living room, till it was all rearranged to her satisfaction. By then they were both hot and tired, and Stacy declared a rest period and made them some iced tea. They sat on the couch to drink it.
"Thanks so much, Tom," Stacy said. "I couldn't have done this alone."
"Oh, it was nothing," he said. "Glad to help."
He was having a hard time keeping his hungry glance off Stacy. In fact all the time they'd been moving furniture, he kept sneaking looks at her. The way those adorable boobs of hers jiggled and bounced with each movement, it was plain that she wasn't wearing a bra. He guessed she wasn't wearing panties, either, because he could see no outline beneath those skin-tight shorts.
She might as well have been wearing a sign that said: "Ball Me". And Tom was having a very hard time dismissing that thought. It would be so easy, laughably easy, to get into her pants. She'd already begged him to do it. The only thing holding him back was the thought of Ginger.
"I'm so glad you could help," Stacy said, moving a little closer to him. "I wish I could give you some kind of reward."
Tom felt the heat of her body and smelled her faint flowery perfume. He knew just the reward he wanted, if only he could accept it. "Oh, that isn't necessary," he sighed.
Stacy had an impish grin on her face. "Oh, just a little reward," she said, "okay?"
Before he could answer, she was kissing him. This time Tom didn't resist. She was just thanking him, after all, and he shouldn't be rude. He leaned back against the couch and felt her warm moist mouth pressing his, the soft points of her tits just brushing his arm. Then her slick little tongue was wriggling into his mouth.
He knew he should call a halt right then and there. It was changing from a friendly light-hearted kiss to a hungry, lusty one. But, damnmit, just one kiss wasn't all that serious. He could allow himself just a little fun. He slid his tongue over hers, into her mouth, and probed around. Stacy purred and snuggled closer against him.
Tom felt his lust returning in full force. He wanted urgently just to throw her down on the couch, pull off her shorts, and fuck her silly. Of course he wouldn't, but just the thought of it made him wiggle his tongue faster in her mouth. Stacy returned the favor, tickling deeper with her slippery little tongue, pressing her soft warm tits against his chest. When they finally broke for air, they were both flushed with lust.
"Why, Tom, you naughty thing," Stacy giggled, "you really got me excited."
Tom reddened. "I-I didn't mean to, Stacy," he stammered. "I just got carried away."
"Oh, well," she grinned, "no harm done. We can just neck for a little, before you go home. Just a little innocent fun."
Innocent, my ass, Tom thought. With those lust-hot eyes and jiggling bra-less tits and wicked little tongue, Stacy was about as innocent as a cobra. He was sure of it, but somehow he didn't resist as she snuggled up to him again, ran her fingers through his hair, and started kissing him hungrily.
"Just a little fun," she murmured, "before you go home to your darling wife."
Tom's conscience shrieked at him to stop, to get out of there before it was too late, but some other pert of him had taken over. AS he slipped his arms around Stacy and wriggled his tongue into her hot slick mouth, he realized how starved he was for this hot and exciting sex-play, for a responsive woman who didn't deny her own needs. Ginger was like a statue of ice compared to Stacy.
"Ummmmmm, that's nice," Stacy cooed.
It sure as hell was. Holding Stacy, fondling her soft cuddly body, was the most fun he'd had in ages. Unable to resist, he slipped his hand under her tight t-shirt and cupped one hot silky tit. He gave it a little squeeze, and Stacy sighed happily.
"Oh, yes, darling," she murmured, "play with my tits. I like that so much."
Tom told himself that it was nothing serious, that as long as they didn't ball, he still wasn't guilty of adultery. He eased Stacy down on the couch, onto her back, and lay beside her. He pushed her pink t-shirt up over her bare tits and ogled the snowy globes with their large berry-pink nipples. Stacy was giving him a mischievous grin.
"Touch me," she whispered. "Go ahead – I won't bite."
Tom slipped his hands under her adorable firm boobs and cupped them, squeezing, releasing, while Stacy purred contentedly. It was so great the way she let him know she liked it. Ginger would just lie there, expressionless, without a word. But Stacy sighed and purred and giggled and patted, obviously enjoying his touch.
"Kiss my tits, darling," she urged, "use your mouth on them. Please, Tom, I'd like that so much."
Tom just didn't have the strength to refuse. He bent low over her cute pointed boobs and kissed the soft red nipples. Stacy gasped with passion. He stuck out his wet red tongue and flicked her nipples with the slick tip. She squirmed with pleasure.
"Ummmmmm, yeses," she sighed, "yes, lick my nipples darling, suck them."
Tom brought his mouth gently down on her left nipple and slowly enclosed it sucking the soft red flesh into the fierce heat and wetness of his mouth. He sucked the whole thing inside, tickling rapidly with his tongue, and then he started sucking fast and hungrily on her delicate cone-shaped nipple.
"Oh, God, yes!" Stacy gasped.
Her eyes fluttered, and a lusty little grin showed her little white teeth. With one hand she curled her fingers in his hair, and with the other she clawed his shoulder. She was hotly excited, and she wasn't ashamed to show it. As he sucked, he felt her soft nipple going erect and hard in his mouth. When he finally released it, it stood stiff and nub-like next to her other soft unaroused nipple.
"Hey, I'm lopsided now," Stacy giggled. "You better do the other one."
"Glad to, ma'am," Tom laughed.
He brought his mouth down on her other nipple and sucked it in.
Stacy moaning and clawing in her excitement. It didn't take much of his hot hungry sucking to make the nipple erect and pointed like its twin. In fact her whole tit was swelling up firm and hot with arousal. Tom knew he was going too far, getting her too horny, but he just couldn't bear to stop. Not now, not, yet.
"You bad boy," Stacy teased, "look what you've done."
They looked down at her wet red nipples, erect and bumpy globe-like jugs all swollen and taut. Tom felt sheepish, knowing he'd gotten Stacy hotly horny when he didn't intend to do anything about it. It would hive been kinder if hed just left.
It was as if she read his thoughts. "You can't leave me like this, you naughty tiling," she said. "I won't be able to stand it. Here, maybe you could do what unit did yesterday."
She took his hand and set it down on the plump rise of her mons. Through her tight shorts Tom could feel the fierce heat or her body and the springy curls of her bush. He remembered how he'd brought her off yesterday, fiddling with her cunt. Well, all right, he owed her that much – and technically it wasn't adultery.
"Take my shorts off," she said huskily. "Then you can touch me better."
Tom didn't need much urging. He wanted another look at her pretty little blonde muff and her ripe scarlet tit. Stacy grinned and raised her butt off the couch while he unzipped her shorts and tugged thorn off. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing panties. Tom's mouth watered as he looked at the pretty platinum puff of curls over her mona.
"There," Stacy purred, "now you can play warn my pussy."
Tom eagerly laid his hand on the warm springy curls of her bush and wiggled a finger inside till he found the fat little button of her clit. He started to finger the slick hot lump, and Stacy moaned and spread her legs wider, letting him see the moist red of her pussy.
"Ummmmm, yes, darling," she sighed, "rub my clit. Ohhhhh, I love that."
Again be thought of the contrast to his wife. Ginger would never have said such a thing, new told him she liked it. But then he'd never touched Ginger's pussy. He was afraid she'd be shocked and angry. He had no such fears with Stacy. She as creaming all over his hand.
"Oh, Tom, that's sooo nice," she pouted. "But, darling, it'd be better if you'd use your mouth instead of your hand."
Tom blushed beet red. He had never gone down on a woman in his life. He'd considered it unnatural and evil, but at this moment he felt a strong urge to lick and taste her pretty rod pay. Also, he was ashamed to tell her that he didn't know how to give head. He could just bull his way through it maybe.
"All right," he said.
Stacy grinned delightedly and opened her legs wantonly wide, putting one leg up over the back of the couch and letting the other dangle off the edge. Tom got between her legs and looked eagerly at the rich red flesh of her gash, her fat pussylips, little dot of a clit, and the small recessed mouth of her cunt. It was all encircled with a delicate fringe of light blonde curls. He felt no hesitation. She looked delicious to him.
Tom plunged his face into her steamy fragrant crotch, stuck out his tongue, and began licking back and forth over her pussy, from the moist little mouth of her snatch up to the hot wet button of her clit. Stacy gasped and arched her body upward to increase the friction, and her voice came out hoarse and horny.
"Ohhhhh, God, yes," she moaned, "yes, eat me, darling, eat meeee."
She started to cream heavily, uncontrollably, as Tom tickled and licked and lashed all over her hot ripe slit. He really got turned on by it, not just getting her so aroused, but the idea of licking a woman in so intimate a place. She obviously loved it, too, her whole body flushing pink with lusty excitement.
"Oh, darling, that's so good," she whimpered, "Ijust love your tongue on my pussy. Don't stop."
Tom had no intention of stopping. He was learning a brand-new skill, and he wanted to rind out just what she liked best. He zeroed in on her plump pink pussylips and lashed them with his slick wet tongue. He was rewarded with a hot burst of cream from her little cunt mouth. He slid his thick moist tongue over to her snatch itself, running the tip around the squirting little mouth.
"Ohhhhh, yes!" Stacy shrieked. "Yes. Tom, put your tongue up my box!"
Tom obeyed, wanting to do whatever excited her most. He slipped the tip of his tongue inside her soaked little hole, tasted her fragrant cream, pushed farther. Slowly he eased his long thick tongue all the way up her wonderfully tight hot cunt, and all the while Stacy shivered and moaned with pleasure.
"Ohhhh, darling," she whined, "you can't imagine how wonderful that feels. I love your tongue inside me, Tom. Fuck me with it, use it like a cock."
He was glad Stacy didn't hesitate to say what she liked, because he didn't know the first thing about giving head. He started to tonguefuck her, jerking his thick tongue briskly up and down her creamy hot little hole. Stacy went wild, screaming with pleasure, clawing the couch. Her tight little snatch got hot as a blast furnace, gripping his tongue greedily.
"Eeeeeee!" she squealed. "Eeeeeeee! You're making me come, eeeeeee!"
He felt the frantic convulsions of her cunt around his tongue. He wished his cock was in there instead, but he did his duty to Ginger. And he'd done his duty to Stacy, too, bringing her off. Now he'd better go home and try to forget the whole thing. He raised his head from her hot steamy pussy and wiped her cream off his face.
"Feel better?" he grinned.
"Much better," Stacy sighed. She was purring with contentment, grinning without shame. "That was lovely, Tom, just lowly."
"Well, I better go now," he said.
"Oh, no," Stacy said, grabbing his arm, "we're not finished yet. I have to do something for you, otherwise it's not fair."
"Oh, that's not necessary," Tom said.
Stacy paid no attention. She pushed him down on his back and quickly unzipped his jeans and tugged them off. His shorts went the same way. Tom knew he shouldn't allow it, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her. It would probably be very pleasant, whatever she had in mind. And they couldn't fuck, not with that limp cock.
Stacy eyed his pale wrinkled prick and said, "Why, Tom, I'm surprised. You don't even have a hard-on. But I'll take care of that in a hurry."
Just try, lady. Tom thought smugly. He'd prevented an erection by thinking of Ginger. And if he'd managed to stay soft through all the excitement of eating Stacy's pussy, then tere wasn't much she could do to out wit him.
He figured wrong.
Stacy's blonde head dipped into his lap and then he fetl a stunning blast of pleasure as she sucked his whole limp dick into her mouth. He gasped and damn near rose off the couch. He'd never had his cock sucked before and he hadn't prepared for how it would feel. He fell back limp and moaning, loving it.
"Ummmm," Stacy murmured, "Yummmmmy!"
She had his meat lying on her hot wet tongue, his furry balls rubbing her chin. She started to suck his cock like she was starving for it. Fast and hard and greedy. Her mouth felt wonderfully wet and hot around his prick, and her powerful sucking was wickedly exciting.
"Oh, Christ," Tom groaned, "that's great!"
Stacy's reply was to suck even faster and harder on his soft small cock. She'd obviously had some experience giving blow jobs. Tom tried – and failed – to resist the dizzy lust he felt as she gobbled his meat. Moaning, he felt his cock going hard and ready in her mouth.
"Ummmmmm!" Stacy moaned.
He didn't know how she kept the whole thing in her mouth, but she did. From the feel of something slick and firm closing around his swollen wet-head, he figured she must have taken his meat right into her throat. He panted with pleasure, while Stacy gurgled hungrily and swallowed his bubbling cock-juice. He was very close to coming wondering what to do about it, when she suddenly raised her head and let his erect swollen dick pop from her mouth.
"There," she said, "now we have a nice hard-on. Let's use it. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste."
She hopped right up over him, straddling his belly, and brought her soaked hot cunt mouth down on the knobby purple head of his stiff-standing cock. Tom opened his mouth to say no, tiled to summon the will to roll out from wider her, but it killed him to make the effort. He wanted to fuck her so damned bad.
Again Stacy read his thought. "It's all right, darling," she grinned. "You can say it was rape."
It damned near was. He wasn't trying to put his cock in her, but she suddenly slammed her hot soaked pussy down on his rock-hard dick, getting his swollen meat halfway into her clinging steamy box. She gasped with pleasure, then slammed again, bringing the big hard head of his dick right to her womb. She looked down at him with hot hungry eyes.
"Oh. Tom," she said hoarsely, "your cock feels heavenly inside me. Please, darling, let's fuck, please."
Tom gave up the tight. Her snug hot juicy box felt so good, and he was already in her anyhow. He just couldn't resist. He started to work his meat in her flaming-hot clinging cunt, jerking swiftly up and down. Stacy let out a squeal of delight and creamed all around his poking dick. Her cunt gripped him possessively.
"Ohhhhhh, yes!" she wailed. "Yes, fuck me, ball me, don't stop! Make me come again and again! Tom, I've been months without a man. This is beautiful!"
Tom was surprised at how long he could hold out. He never even tried with Ginger, but it was so rewarding to watch Stacy that he kept fucking her as long as he could. She sqialed, creamed, howled, clawed, and kept telling him how much she loved his fucking – all those wild and wanton things he secretly wished his wife would do.
"Oh, God, Tom," Stacy wailed, "I love it, I love it!"
But there came a time when her gripping red-hot box excited him so much that he just couldn't hold out any longer. Stacy must have come half a dozen times by then, anyhow, so he didn't feel too guilty as he yelped and shot his load against the slick hot mouth of her womb.
"Yes, yes, darling," she panted, "come in me. Oh, Tom, I'm coming again, too. Ohhhhhhh!"
She wasn't kidding. Her flew little twat gripped his squirting meat like a velvet vise. They writhed and moaned together for long delicious moments before his prick finally went limp inside her. Tom sighed and started to lift her off him, but Stacy grinned, and held his arms back.
"Darling," she said, "just relax for a moment and you'll get hard again, I promise. We're just getting started."
Tom laughed helplessly. He knew he should be getting home, but what the hell? If she could make him hard again, he would stick around a while longer. Maybe Ginger wouldn't notice how long he was staying away.