Next morning the cabin was still snowed in. The phone was still out, too, and no help was in sight. Brent assured everyone that there was no danger. Rescuers would be along in a few days, and mean while there was plenty of food.
Nobody seemed upset except John. He grumbled about missing his classes at the university. Once again he proposed to spend the whole day in his room, grading papers and reading. This time Carol didn’t argue with him. She wanted to be alone herself. She had a lot of heavy thinking to do.
After she’d helped Lucie and Amy make breakfast and wash the dishes, Carol announced that she hadn’t gotten enough sleep and was going to take a nap in one of the spare rooms in the basement. This was partly true. She and Brent had been up making love till nearly three in the morning. But mainly she just wanted to be by herself and think.
She went downstairs, found an empty room, and stretched out on the bed. Thank God she didn’t have to be in the same room with John today. She couldn’t have faced him. She felt terrible guilt about being unfaithful to him, especially now that she’d done it twice. She blushed to recall her behavior with Brent. She certainly hadn’t put up much resistance with him.
“Oh, God, what am I going to do?” she sighed.
She had three choices. She could accept her marriage as it was, sexless and without affairs. Or she could stay married to John and fool around on the side. Finally, she could divorce John and try to find another husband. Carol didn’t like any of these choices.
She still loved John, and what she really wanted was to revive their sex life. But with his attitudes, that seemed an impossible dream. She thought and thought, but found no solutions. She only knew that she couldn’t leave John, yet she couldn’t live without sex. Finally, out of sheer frustration and exhaustion, she fell asleep on the bed, still fully dressed.
Some time later she came groggily awake, sure that she’d heard a strange noise. She lay facing the wall, and she glanced at her watch. It was one o’clock in the afternoon. Everything was quiet. The noise must have been her imagination, she decided. Without turning or even moving, she started to drift back to sleep.
Then she definitely felt someone sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“W-Who is it?” she squeaked.
A hand touched her shoulder.
“Hey, don’t panic, it’s just me, Tom,” he said.
Sleepily Carol turned and saw Tom Archer sitting close to her. He caressed her shoulder in a friendly manner, but she was sure she didn’t see friendship in his eyes. He was looking at the ripe curves of her body, well-outlined by her skin-tight jeans and jersey. Carol felt panic.
“What are you doing here, Tom?” she demanded.
He grinned – and, damn him, he had a terrifically sexy grin. “Just thought I’d check on you,” he said. “You’ve been gone a long time. I was wondering if you were all right.”
Bullshit, Carol thought. It obviously wasn’t her health he was concerned about.
“Where are the others?” she asked.
“John’s still buried in his work,” Tom said, “and the rest followed your example and went for naps. I’m the only one up and around. I don’t imagine anybody will wonder about us till dinner-time.”
Carol reddened. The implication was clear. She and Tom had plenty of time to get it on. She stared up at him, thinking how really attractive he was, husky and blond and very sexy. She was tempted. But she had John and Amy to think about. She didn’t want to feel the terrible guilt she’d had after making it with Brent.
“Well,” she said with a weak smile, “thanks for waking me up, Tom. It’s probably time I got started on some dinner preparations. I can’t let Lucie and Amy do all the work.”
She started to sit up, but Tom quickly stretched out beside her and held her by the shoulders. He looked her intently in the eye. “There’s plenty of time yet to start dinner,” he said. “Let’s talk awhile, Carol. I wanted to tell you how attracted I am to you. Have been ever since we met.”
Carol’s blush deepened. Damn the snowdrifts, anyhow, they’d left people with nothing to do but loll around the cabin and think about sex. Obviously Tom was horny and had been thinking about her – alone in the basement and having some kind of estrangement from John. Everybody must have noticed that she and John were on the outs. Tom drew the conclusion that she was ready for adultery.
“Uh, that’s nice, Tom,” she said uneasily. “But I really don’t think its right for us to be alone together in a bedroom. I’m going up to the kitchen now.”
Again Carol tried to rise, but Tom held her down by the shoulders. A wicked grin spread over his handsome tanned face, and then he was dipping low, planting his mouth on hers. At the same moment he shifted his body to lie half on top of her. Against her thigh Carol felt the steel-hard lump of his erect cock.
Oh-oh, she thought, now what do I do?
Tom was a terrific kisser, she had to admit. His lips alternately bruised, massaged, and caressed hers, and he wiggled his tongue into her mouth slowly and sensuously. She felt a hot spark of desire deep in her pussy. It really would be fun just to relax and let him take her. But her conscience was too strong for an easy surrender.
As he kissed her, he ran his hands up and down her tall curvy body, exploring her ass and hips and waist and breasts. He seemed pretty confident that she’d give in. Her gentle protests hadn’t worked with him. Carol decided she’d have to be blunt. She managed to wrench her mouth away from his and speak.
“All right, Tom,” she said as calmly as she could. “Let’s have it. You seem to think we should get it on, cheat on John and Amy. Is that it?”
Tom reddened a little, confronted with the blunt truth. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly put it that way,” he said. “I mean, it wouldn’t really be cheating if they didn’t know about it.”
“Bull!” Carol said. “Cheating is cheating. And I don’t like it. Now let me up, Tom.”
“No, wait,” he said quickly. “You’re right, Carol, I do want us to get it on. I want to fuck you so bad, I could die. I’ve been thinking about it for months. And if nobody else knows, baby, who can possibly be hurt?”
Carol liked that. She liked it when he admitted the truth, and it was very nice to have a man want her that much. To want her much more than her own husband did – yes, that was very nice. She relaxed a little, and Tom bent low and kissed her again. This time she was instantly horny. Maybe he was right. Who could it hurt if they ripped off a little piece while the others slept?
She felt Tom’s big warm hands cupping the peaks of her tits. She could feel the radiating heat right through her bra and jersey. It made her excited, and her nipples quickly went stiff, poking at his palms. His tongue played deliciously over hers. She was tempted, very much tempted to let herself go with him.
And why the hell was she so concerned about Amy and John’s feelings? Amy was making it with Brent on the sly. As for John, he might as well be living in a monastery, for all he cared about fucking. Really, no one would be injured if she and Tom had a little friendly fun in bed. Or so she tried to persuade herself as Tom’s lingering kiss got her hornier by the second.
Tom raised his head and looked at her hungrily. “Just let me look at you for a while,” he pleaded. “I can understand your scruples, Carol, and I respect you for them. But just looking won’t hurt anything.”
Uh-huh, Carol thought dryly. He was doing his best to lull her suspicions and turn her on. He was trying to seduce her, and she didn’t mind. It would be fun to be coaxed. John never coaxed, he just took. Carol didn’t reply to Tom’s plea. She just lay there and looked at him, pretending to be doubtful and confused.
“I won’t go too far, honey,” he soothed. “Not unless you want me to.”
For sure, Carol thought blissfully.
She’d made up her mind to let him seduce her, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Let him work for it. He raised himself a little and pushed her jersey up over her fully-packed black lace bra. He stared lustily at her ripe cleavage, and then he was reaching around her, unhooking her bra. He pushed it up out of the way and gawked at her magnificent big jugs and pointed pink nipples.
“Gorgeous,” he moaned. “Oh, Jesus, you have great tits, Carol!”
She batted her eyes to indicate shyness and confusion, then grinned as he pressed his flushed face to her naked boobs. He kissed them all over. He stuck out his hot wet tongue and worked on her nipples, rimming and lashing one, then the other. Hot buzzes of pleasure streaked all the way down to her pussy. She really looked forward to the moment when they’d fuck.
All right, she was being wanton and adulterous and all that terrible stuff. So what? She wasn’t going to get this kind of pleasure and excitement from her husband, and life was too short to do without. She was going to grab this opportunity and enjoy the hell out of it. She could do her worrying and regretting later.
Tom made her little pointed nipples gleam with his saliva, then drew back to admire them. He cupped her big full boobs and molded them eagerly, and Carol almost writhed with excitement. But she tried to hold herself in awhile longer. She wanted to make him work at seducing her. He’d have to do more than just fondle her tits before she’d pretend to give in.
“Please, Carol,” he said hoarsely, his eyes glassy with lust, “no one will know. Let’s get it on!”
“Oh, I don’t think I could do that, Tom. I’ve never cheated on John,” she lied. “But you can go on looking if you want. I guess there’s no harm in that.”
He gasped at that straw, “Okay, baby, whatever you say. Sure, there’s no harm in just funning around a little. And I’d sure like to see the rest of you.”
She just smiled. Assuming he had her consent, Tom unsnapped her jeans and drew down the zipper. She lazily raised her pert little ass and allowed him to pull her jeans off. He licked his lips as he eyed her tiny black bikini panties and the few wisps of golden pussy fur which trailed below the leg bands. He reached for her panties.
“Oh, Tom!” she squeaked in mock alarm. “I don’t know if you should take my panties off. That might be going too far.”
“I’m just going to look,” he reminded her. “Please, honey, let me do that much.” His voice was croaky with lust.
Carol pretended to take pity on him. “Well, all right,” she said primly. “But that’s all you get, just a look.”
“Sure, sure,” Tom said, already tugging down her panties.
He tossed the little garment aside and gawked ravenously at Carol’s sweet little triangle of golden muff-fur. Carol felt wickedly excited by the naughty game she was playing and her starved pussy flamed with need. When Tom gently moved her thighs apart, she didn’t resist. She’d pretend it was part of the “just looking” agreement. He drew her legs wide open, pushed them bent at the knees, and stared at her luscious golden-fringed gash.
“That lucky sonofabitch John,” he sighed.
Carol thought how ironic that was. John was hardly aware any more that she even had a pussy. But she quickly dismissed John from her thoughts. It was such a turn-on to have a man wanting her so desperately, especially a guy as attractive as Tom. She struggled to suppress her horny quivering as he stared and stared at her naked pink slit.
“Oh, Jesus, I can’t just look at that gorgeous pussy,” he moaned. “It looks good enough to eat! Please, honey, let me go down on you just a little.”
“Well, I don’t know…” Carol frowned, inwardly seething with eagerness.
“It’s not fucking,” Tom pleaded. “It’s just a little harmless fun. You’ll like it, I promise.”
Like it, hell. She’d adore it. “Well, all right,” Carol said primly. “But you have to stop when I tell you to.” Which might be a month from now, certainly not any sooner.
“Sure, honey, sure,” Tom panted.
He threw himself flat between her widely-stretched legs and she felt his hot breath fanning her naked pussy. She managed not to writhe with excitement, but she couldn’t stop the hot trickle of cunt juice that greeted his inspection. As he nuzzled into her slit, she felt her hungry pussy swelling up to meet him. His tongue tickled her tender little clit, and she barely suppressed a screech of delight.
“Easy, easy, baby,” Tom said, mistaking her quivering for nervousness. “I’ll make it real good for you.”
Carol had no doubt about that. She’d already watched him in action with Lucie. She lay back blissfully, keeping her legs wide open, waiting for the incredible sensations of having her pussy licked. She wasn’t disappointed. Tom once again pressed his tongue to her horny little joy button and began to lap, steadily, hungrily.
Heady pleasure rippled through her belly as Tom tongued her clit, and the trickle of cream from her cunt became a small steamy river. Her pussy swelled up even more in hot arousal, and her whole lovely body flushed pink with lusty excitement. She couldn’t imagine anything that would feel better than that wet lapping tongue on her eager little love-bud.
She did nothing to resist the mounting pleasure that burned through her gash, and she knew she’d be coming very soon. Why fight it? Didn’t she have a right to decent sex? Just once in her life, didn’t she have the right to experience every wild way of making love, all the exotic things John wouldn’t do in bed? Hell, yes. Yes, she was going to enjoy herself fully this time.
She wondered whether to go on with the game. When she came, which would be very soon, Tom would be sure to know it. How could she be coy after that? She didn’t get a chance to decide, for suddenly Tom pressed his mouth against her swollen wet clit and started sucking it like crazy. Carol felt her body explode in a bomb-blast of pleasure.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” she wailed.
No faking was possible now. She was overcome with the bliss of her orgasm, bucking, howling, creaming all over Tom’s face. He seemed startled for a moment, but he soon recovered, jamming his lips onto her clit again and sucking furiously. That intensified her climax to the point where she almost fainted.
“Eeeeee!” Carol screeched. “Eeeeeee!”
By the time her climax ended, her pussy was soaked and so was Tom’s face. He raised his head and looked at her wonderingly. Her prim expression had been replaced by a smug little smile, and her lovely face was flushed pink with satisfaction. Carol blushed and quickly rearranged her expression, appearing shy again.
“There,” Tom said triumphantly, “I got you off. I knew you’d like it. You dig making out with me, Carol, admit it. No reason why we shouldn’t go all the way.”
Carol frowned. “I don’t agree,” she said coldly. “That would be very wrong. I admit I got off, but I couldn’t help it. You were the one that suggested giving head. If you can’t be content with that, Tom, we’d better quit right now.”
“Oh, no,” he said quickly. “Just a little more… please? I didn’t mean to push you, Carol. I guess I just got carried away.”
Carol nodded, still looking stern. But her expression changed to glee when he once more nosed into her steamy wet pussy. She knew it was naughty of her to tease him like this, but it was such wicked fun. He’d get his reward pretty soon anyhow. She certainly didn’t intend to hold out on him. She just barely stifled a gasp of pleasure when she felt his slippery hot tongue rimming the mouth of her cunt.
Tom swished his tongue around and around her small moist twat-mouth, teasing, tickling. Then he slid his hands under her small firm ass and held her in place as he began to kiss and suck the mouth of her cunt. Carol quivered violently. It felt so damned exciting, she wanted to scream, but she held herself back, wanting to play the game just a little longer.
Even the lewd slurping noise of his sucking excited her. She felt her pussy swelling up again, and soon she was ragingly horny in spite of her climax. She quivered lustily when she felt his thick tongue easing into her juicy snug box. To her complete bliss, he stuffed his tongue into her all the way, spearing her on the slick stiff meat.
He began to work his tongue in her, probing deep and hard. She couldn’t keep up her pretense of reluctance any longer. She arched her pussy upward, eagerly offering him the steamy depths of her cunt, and she began to claw the bed in her excitement. Her fragrant cunt-cream gushed around his jerking tongue. She felt herself spinning helplessly toward another orgasm.
Tom gave an especially deep hard thrust with his tongue, and she was off, exploding in pleasure. “Ohhhhh, my GOD!” she wailed.
He cupped her churning ass and tongue-fucked her furiously as she came. Carol didn’t try to control her climax. She couldn’t. Her instincts took over, and she threw her long legs high in the air, moaning and creaming as she came. At last she flopped down limp and panting, and Tom took his tongue out of her cunt.
“We’re going to do it,” he said firmly. “You can’t tell me you don’t want it. Not now. Not after the way you just came.”
Carol didn’t reply. She pretended to be breathless and dizzy as she watched him get off the bed and take off his clothes. She hungrily admired his thickly-muscled body and the golden mat of hairs on his powerful chest. As he skinned out of his pants and shorts, she ogled his thick seven-inch cock. It was rigid, swollen, ready to go.
Tom scrambled back onto the bed and threw himself on her, pushing her knees apart with his strong legs. Carol couldn’t resist prolonging the game for just a few more seconds. She gasped and pushed at his shoulders, tried to close her legs. She assumed an expression of shock.
“Tom, NO!” she gasped. “I didn’t say I’d go all the way!”
Irritation flashed in his eyes, but then he took a deep breath and tried to be patient. “Baby, let me just slip it in,” he moaned. “Just put it there, see how you like it. If you don’t, I’ll stop.”
A likely story, Carol thought. But before she could think of a come-back, he’d sunk between her silky thighs and was shoving the rigid column of his cock into her slick and juicy box. He pushed clear to her womb in one delicious thrust, and she felt dizzying pleasure. There was nothing better than having her starved little cunt stuffed with thick hard cock-meat.
“Carol,” he whined, “baby, please. PLEASE! Don’t make me stop now.”
The game was over. She couldn’t hide her excitement any longer, and she hadn’t the heart to tease him any more. Without a word she slipped her arms around his neck and threw her legs around his sweaty heaving back, offering herself to him. Tom groaned with relief and began to ball her, deeply, strongly.
“Oh, Christ,” he moaned. “So friggin’ good. You won’t regret this, baby. I’ll make it really good for you.”
He kept his word. He fucked her tirelessly, bringing her off again and again. In return Carol didn’t cheat him of her blissful response. She let him know how much she loved his fucking, how gratified she felt. She worked her hips in eager time to his strokes, creaming furiously around his pounding cock.
“Oh, Tom!” she whined. “It’s so good… so damned good!”
“Told you so,” he moaned.
“Do it to me harder, darling!” Carol panted. “I want it as hard and fast as you can do it!”
“You got it!” he gasped.
She wasn’t saying it just to please him. She knew by now that she needed plenty of rough, even brutal balling to make up for all her years of unsatisfied lust. She literally had to have the frustration fucked out of her. She clung to Tom in total ecstasy, loving every deep savage thrust of his stone-hard cock.
“Yes, yes, do it to me…do it to me!” she screeched.
She imagined John’s shock and horror if he should happen to walk in on them now. And she decided that he’d deserve it. If it weren’t for her prude of a husband, she wouldn’t be balling another man.
“Don’t stop,” she whined. “Oh, God, Tom, don’t ever stop!”