The change in Charlie hadn't been subtle, and looking back over the last several days, Misty scolded herself for not picking up an it sooner. In fact, she could trace the beginnings of the change in her husband back almost a full week.
Of course, at the time, she'd been consumed with her wanton pleasures, much too preoccupied to notice Charlie's shift in behavior. But now, rethinking the last several days, Misty remembered that Charlie suddenly didn't seem all that concerned about his work and the maneuverings for his bid for store manager.
Something else was getting his attention, and Misty sure as hell knew it wasn't her.
He'd been coming home late and leaving early in the mornings. They would speak and go about their daily routine when they were together those brief moments at night before drifting into sleep and in the mornings before he left for the store. But Charlie hadn't touched her in at least five days, and hadn't shown any interest in her sexually, even when she paraded around naked in front of him at bedtime.
True, she reminded herself, she hadn't given it much thought at the time. She'd been well-sated by Bud Dumas and the vibrator and Judy Witherspoon. Judy?
The image of the brunette suddenly blazed across her mind and her instincts perked up. She hadn't seen Judy around since the day the brunette had given her the gift of the remarkable vibrator.
The two seemingly separate facts lingered in Misty's mind for a few hours. Though she couldn't connect the two, she had the nagging feeling that there was indeed a connection.
On Friday night it began to dawn on Misty that Charlie could be having an affair. At first, the blonde scoffed at the wild notion, but the more she contemplated it, the more it made sense and explained a lot. By Saturday morning Misty was wondering if Charlie could be fucking Judy.
What had started as a screwy hunch soon focused in her mind as the only possible explanation for Charlie's weird behavior and for Judy's recent absence? It was crazy because she couldn't imagine when or how Charlie and Judy would've met. But there was no denying such a situation made an explainable connection and would also explain the unusual events of the past week.
At noon Saturday Misty drove to the grocery store. Misty began to tremble slightly when the manager told her Charlie had taken an early lunch, and that he'd been doing that lately.
"I figured he was going home to be with you," the manager said, a crusty leer spreading his lips as he gave her sexy body a lingering look.
She left the store and drove to the video store. Bud was busy with customers so Misty struck up a casual conversation with Harold Drake, the teenage part-time helper Bud had hired during the store's grand opening days.
"Judy opened up, but she left over an hour ago," the teenager said. "Bud is pissed. She's been doing that a lot lately."
"No kidding?" Misty said, a strange coldness gripping her guts. Suddenly she knew she'd been right. The pieces were fitting and there was no room for coincidence.
"Thanks, Harold," she murmured, turning to leave the store.
"Wait," he called out to her before approaching her, grinning lewdly. "You aren't gonna hang around for Bud?"
Misty shrugged. "He's busy, and so am I!"
"Well, hell, I was just thinking, well, I can go to lunch anytime and…" The teenager's expression said it all. He was practically panting for her, drooling at the wild notion of getting some of the class pussy Bud had apparently been bragging about. The boy's cock throbbed in his jeans.
Misty was both amused and delighted by the teenager's awkward proposition. At the same time, the lusty blonde allowed her rising anger to control her. What better revenge than taking this young stud home with her and using him for her pleasure while her own husband was off with Bud's woman, probably fucking her brains out? It all made some crazy sense to Misty on the spur of the moment. She made the decision.
"Don't tell Bud," she whispered, smiling. "Follow me to my car. I've got the kind of lunch you want at my house."
The boy's eyes bugged and his mouth dropped. Excitement leaped across his youthful face and the throbbing of his cock seemed to go crazy inside his snug-fitting jeans. Then, he hesitated.
"What if I get fired?" he whispered.
Misty shrugged.
"Your choice," she said. "What's more important to you?"
A slow smile spread across his lips.
She ushered Harold Drake into her house like a lady on a mission. She didn't doubt that the boy would pleasure her, but she also knew there was a larger purpose to this brazen seduction. It was get-even time, and Misty was going to enjoy this as much as possible and deal with Charlie and Judy and Bud later, and on her own terms. She still bristled at the idea of Judy stealing her husband!
"How old are you. Harold?" she asked, taking him straight into the bedroom and starting to unbutton his shirt.
"Nineteen," he said nervously, clearing his throat.
She smiled. He may have been shading his age a year or six months, but at least he was close enough. Not that it mattered to Misty. The boy's cock was lively and she was sure he'd willingly do whatever she wanted as long as he could caress and fondle her lush naked body and get the chance to fuck her. And, she figured, it would be a fun way to pass the afternoon.
"Is this what you had in mind for lunch?" she said with a low snicker as she hooked her fingers inside his belt and quickly unbuckled it.
The teenager nodded eagerly, his eyes glued to Misty's swaying, mammoth tits so alluringly packaged inside her blouse. He reached out and timidly touched the huge, round mounds of her tits through the sheer fabric of her blouse, and Misty did nothing to discourage him. She liked it that the teen was a showing a little initiative.
"I bet you have lots of girlfriends, Harold," she purred, yanking his zipper down and watching as his youthful prick leaped wildly.
"A few," he whispered, rubbing his fingers lightly over her covered tits. "But none as pretty as you."
Misty smiled and suddenly jerked his jeans and jockey briefs down from his slim hips, exposing his surging young fuckmeat and balls and making him gasp.
"Mmmm, very impressive, Harold," she said, licking her lips and in no way teasing him. Happily, the boy's cock was a man-sized tool, and the blonde knew it was quite capable of giving her the pleasure to which she'd become accustomed.
"Damn. Misty, are you going to suck it?" he gasped, his voice quivering with excitement and cracking as much because of his age as from the extreme passion already overwhelming him.
"Would you like that?" she said with a throaty chuckle as she delicately cupped his hot balls in the palm of her right hand, weighing them with appreciation.
"Yeah!" he hissed. "I'd like that a lot!" She giggled and gave his balls a playful squeeze.
"I figured you would," she said. "That just proves you're all man. Never met one yet that didn't love a woman's hot mouth on his prick."
She brought her left hand up and curled her fingers around his thick cock-root. His prick leaped crazily against her touch and whitish precome fluid immediately dampened his piss-slit. The head of his cock ballooned into a plump, reddish club, and Misty had to supress a gasp of pleasant surprise. She wasn't sure she could stall the boy's fast explosion, so she reluctantly freed his cock and balls and backed away from him.
"Are you in a hurry?" she asked, coyly slipping out of her blouse and exposing her ripe, full tits.
"No way," he said, gawking with open lust and desire at her enormous tits. "Shit, what a pair of jugs!"
She snickered and cupped them in her hands, holding them up for his inspection.
"You like them, don't you?" she murmured. Again, he nodded, and she thought he was about to drool. He stepped toward her, and she laughed and playfully avoided him by sidestepping over to the bed.
His jeans and briefs had now fallen down to his ankles and the boy almost stumbled. Misty giggled as she rolled onto the big bed and began removing her skirt. Harold stopped in his tracks and kept his eyes riveted to her striptease even as he impatiently kicked off his clothes and clothes.
"Come over here and pull down my pantyhose," Misty said huskily. "Roll them down nice and slow. I want you to take a long, good look at what you're going to fuck."
She extended her legs provocatively and let him do the work as he clumsily peeled down the skin-tight pantyhose. He was practically swoonnig by the time he'd worked her pantyhose down over her curvy hips and ass and was rolling them down her creamy legs.
A naughty idea seared her mind just as he finally pulled the pantyhose off her feet. She smiled wickedly and closed her thighs together.
"Put my pantyhose on over your head, Harold," she said. "Pull them down to your neck."
The teenager was stunned by her request. He froze momentarily.
Misty laughed throatily.
"Go ahead," she said. "I won't tell anybody you did this for me. Besides, you want to fuck me, don't you?"
He nodded then offered a half-hearted snicker and shrug.
"Am I that ugly?" he said with a weak giggle.
"Silly! Of course not. This is just a game I want to try. It'll be a kick. It'll turn me on, and you'd like that I'm sure."
The bay's embarrassment blazed on his youthful face as he slowly tugged the waistband under his chin, the empty legs of the pantyhose flopped down, dangling along his back, and Misty squirmed with excitement just knowing and seeing that the crotch of his pantyhose was now fitted over his face.
"Can you smell the scent of my pussy?" she whispered, her own raunchy excitement creeping into her tone.
He nodded.
"It's nice," he murmured hoarsely.
Misty laughed and extended her right leg. She straightened her toes and used them to caress his balls. Despite his obvious embarrassment, his cock remained rock-hard and throbbing with aching need. That pleased Misty as much as the wanton spectacle he'd made of himself for her, and her pussy twitched in overheated arousal. Her plump, pink nipples itched and tingled and her huge tit-melons throbbed as her horny lust scalded her nerves.
"Come up here on the bed," she said in a near-pant. "I want to touch your prick and balls. Play with my tits. And if you keep being such a good boy, I'll probably let you put your cock in my mouth."
Harold knee-walked onto the bed and positioned himself alongside her. His stiff, surging prick jutted like a sturdy tree limb in a fierce wind. And Misty couldn't resist stroking the teenage fuckmeat. The blonde eagerly fondled his cock and balls, thrilling to the hot feel of his strong fuckmeat. And long before she'd planned to do it, she sat up and anxiously, hungrily gobbled up his cock.
The boy swayed on his knees and clutched at her luscious tits as her mouth covered his fuck-knob. When her wet lips skimmed down to the base of his fuckshaft, the boy almost toppled forward. His active prick leaped wildly inside her mouth and responded boldly to every fuck of her tongue and nibble of her lips. She knew it was easily within her power to make him come on her whim, but she disciplined herself to stall his climax at least until she'd gotten his prick buried inside her creamy, convulsing cunthole. As much as she'd have liked to swallow his first powerful load of spunk, she decided her pussy deserved the treat of his boy-wad gushing inside her. Besides, Misty was sure he'd have plenty left to hose out her tonsils when the time came.
"Touch my pussy," she said. "See how wet and hot I am for your cock?"
"Mmmmm," he moaned as his anxious fingers played through the moist cluster of her golden cunt forest.
She wriggled her hips and ass on the bed and reached down with one hand to guide his fingers to her clit. While gobbling up his cock and wetly devouring the full length of his shaft, she showed him how to tweak and massage her sensitive, hard love-button. And very soon the boy had gotten the message and was expertly bringing the lusty mature blonde to a panting, gasping level of arousal.
By the time she'd grabbed his hand and silently instructed him to plunge two fingers into her soupy fuckhole, she knew she was the one who could no longer stall the fucking she wanted from his teenaged cock. He'd warned his fingers a few fast times in and out of her convulsing pussy passage when she spit out his cock and breathlessly told him to climb between her legs and shove his saliva-coated fuckmeat into her cunthole.
His cock was already drooling with his slimy jizz as he balanced himself on his knees between her spread thighs. And as she held apart her puffy cuntflaps with fingertips for him, she peered down hotly as he aimed his bloated knob toward the pink, slick center of her exposed pussy-socket.
Misty cried out a raspy groan as his knob touched the tender opening of her pussyhole. And then, with a sudden jerk of her hips and pelvis, her greedy cunt sucked his swollen knob inside. Both she and the teenager gasped as his fuck-knob lodged just inside her cunt-socket. With another jerk of her hips, she humped her pussy up against his prick just as he drove forward and his prick drilled all the way into her wet, slippery fuckhole.
Suddenly, Harold began to fuck her pussy in a frenzy of pace and vigor. He was every bit the horny young stallion, unleashed, plowing his virile fuckmeat into a welcoming pussy. Though sometimes awkward in the movements and rhythm, Misty had no complaints. He was a wild, satisfying fuck, just as she knew it would be. What the boy lacked in technique and style he easily made up for with zest and intensity and horny need. And that suited the blonde's purposes perfectly.
She shrieked with pleasure as his youthful, tireless prick pounded her pussy. She wrapped her strong legs around his body and clung to him, keeping him more or less in place and harnessing his boyish strength and enthusiasm. She came quickly, thrilling to the massive orgasm that ripped through her cunt and charged every nerve in her sexy body as the pleasure fanned out over her.
A moment later, his cock leaped violently inside her quaking cuntwalls and he spewed a fierce shower of frothy jism right into her womb, triggering her second glorious orgasm.
They both shrieked as her juicy, heaving pussy milked the spunk out of his cock. He kept shuddering and plunging his spitting cock in and out of Misty's cunt, and the sloppy sounds only added to the ultimate ecstasy they experienced.
At last, the teenaged stud collapsed on top of her, the sheer nylon of her pantyhose stretched over his face bristled against her soft, naked flesh, sparking even more sensation. And Misty purred a sensual sigh even as her greedy cuntwalls remained flexed, gripping the boy's spent prick.
"Damn, I thought the head of my prick was gonna explode!" Harold rasped, stirring on top of Misty. "What a fuck!"
Misty giggled and tugged her pantyhose off his head. She reached around him and squeezed his boyish asscheesk.
"You make a lady forget her troubles, partner," she said, chuckling throatily.
He beamed an enthusiastic smile down on her face and she felt his prick twitch inside her pussy against her clasping cuntwalls.
"Hey, I was really that good?" he gasped. She smiled and nodded, giving his rump a playful pat.
"And you look even better when you're not wearing my pantyhose over your head," she said.
He squirmed and pulled away, his cock slipping from her cunt. He sat up on his haunches between her legs and gazed down at her lush, nude body. Already, she noticed with a grin, his semi-hard prick was again throbbing into another steely boner.
"I think I'll call Bud and tell him I'm taking the day off," Harold said.
"I've got a better idea," Misty said sweetly, sitting up and fondling his juice-slickened prick and balls. "Let me clean your prick, then you get back to work. You can call me later and let me know when Judy gets back to the shop."
His disappointment was limited only by the flicker of curiosity that sparkled his eyes. He cocked his head to one side and said, "Clean my prick? You mean soap it down?"
Misty giggled as she pushed herself up onto her knees and bent her head down to his jutting fuckmeat.
"No, silly," she said lightly. "My sticky pussy-juice is all over your cock. Now what kind of woman do you think I am? I wouldn't want you going back to work with a sticky prick. So I'll clean it for you like this."
She opened her mouth and sucked the entire length of his surging prick between her lips. Harold swooned and swayed on his knees, and Misty moaned as she tasted her nectar on the youthful fuckmeat.
"Oh, wow!" Harold rasped. "You think of everything!"