Tom had cut his finger badly at the hardware store. And since home wasn’t very far away, he left the store in charge of the kid he had hired and drove home to bandage his wound. He wasn’t surprised not to find Amy at home. She’s probably off making a fortune selling that stuff of hers, he thought with a smile.
His young wife’s ambition pleased him. Nothing was going to stand in their way, he thought. Not with the love they had for each other, and their determination to make a success.
He was in the bathroom, carefully unwrapping the blood-soaked towel from his wounded finger, when the doorbell rang.
“Now who the hell can that be?” he said, feeling grouchy as he peeked at the long gash in his finger.
Reluctantly he went to the front door and opened it. Standing on the doorstep was a gorgeous brunette girl with a fantastic curvy body that was well-accentuated by the tight knit dress she wore. Apparently she hadn’t expected him to answer either because she had a surprised but pleased smile on her face.
Well well, Tom thought to himself. She must be one of Amy’s friends whom I’ve never met before. I’ll be damned, I really ought to hang around here more often. She’s a real knockout!
He couldn’t help glancing briefly at her full swelling breasts and the tiny tapering of her narrow waist. But he quickly looked back up at her face. He saw she had been watching him take in her body.
“Hi!” she said brightly. “My name is “Shari Aston. I guess you must be Amy’s husband, right?”
“Yeah,” Tom muttered sheepishly.
He was ashamed for having let her see so unmistakably how attractive she was to him. He hoped she wouldn’t let on to Amy how he had ogled her that way.
“Forgive me for looking surprised,” she said. “I guess I didn’t expect to find a man here. I was expecting to see your wife.”
“Are you friends?” Tom asked.
“Well… actually no,” she said. “I just had something I wanted to discuss with her. A… mutual acquaintance.”
This all sounded very mysterious to Tom. He didn’t know quite what to do. This girl was incredibly luscious, and he wanted to keep talking to her, but he couldn’t just stand there chatting with her through the screen door. And yet, should he invite her in?
Suddenly she saw the blood soaked rag half-entwined around his gashed finger.
“Oh my god!” she said. “What did you do to your finger?”
“I… just cut it a little at work. I came home to bandage it up.”
At this Shari Aston opened the screen door herself and stepped into the house uninvited. She grabbed his hand and scrutinized the wound.
"God, it’s horrible,” she said. “You’d better let me wash it off so we can see if it’s bad enough to have stitches.”
Together they went into the bathroom. Carefully Shari washed his wound and gently dried “Excuse me for being so brash,” she said as she worked on his hand. “But you really need someone to help you with this. It’s always so bard to bandage yourself with only one hand.”
“I know,” Tom muttered again, feeling very nervous having this strange luscious girl’s body so close to him.
The knit dress scooped low at the neckline. When she bent over his hand, he could see down between her full young breasts. It made his cock throb and stiffen, and he hoped she wouldn’t spot the thick lump in his crotch.
“Does it hurt bad?” she asked, turning her face up to his, her half-parted sensual lips very close to his mouth.
“N-no,” he stuttered. “Not much.”
“Oh, it must hurt some,” she said with sympathy. “I can’t see how it wouldn’t hurt, it’s so deep.”
Tom was in seventh heaven. Her hair smelled so good. Occasionally she brushed her swelling hips against him and he felt his prick jump with excitement. He tried to get a glimpse of the round tops of her smooth breasts once in a while without being too obvious.
“No, I guess it doesn’t need stitches,” Shari said, searching the medicine chest for bandages.
“Well, that’s good, I guess,” Tom said foolishly, not knowing what else to say.
“Did you know that your wife and my husband are fucking?” Shari suddenly asked in the same tone of voice.
Tom was floored. “What?”
She fixed his eyes with hers. “I think you heard me.”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
She found some tape and gauze and began bandaging his finger.
“My husband is your wife’s supervisor,” Shari said as she wrapped his finger.
“He’s done it before, with others. I have ways of finding out. He screwed her right here, just last week. He’s probably screwing her somewhere else right now.”
“That’s not very funny,” Tom said, frowning.
“I know it’s not. That’s why I came over here. To have a talk with her.”
Tom was speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears. He knew this girl, who was a total stringer, didn’t have any reason to lie to him. Why would she be saying all this about Amy if it wasn’t true?
But he knew Amy so well. He couldn’t believe she would do something like that behind his back. She had been cherry on their wedding night, just a few months ago. He had had to teach her everything she knew about sex.
The thought of another man holding his wife’s luscious body in his arms, sticking his cock into Amy’s snug little pussy, made Tom stiff with rage.
“You’re lying!” he snarled at Shari.
“There there,” she said, caressing his cheek with the fingers of one hand.
“Don’t take it so hard. I told you, it’s happened to me before. It’s not the end of the world.”
But it was, at least momentarily, for Torn. It was a crushing blow.
“How… how did it happen?” he mumbled, still half-stunned by the news.
“How should I know?” Shari said. “A man and a woman are together. They like each other’s looks.” She looked boldly into Tom’s eyes and licked the corner of her sensual mouth with her tongue. “Boom boom, suckee fuckee,” she murmured.
“You wouldn’t have anything around here to drink, would you?”
Half-dazed with both sadness and anger, Tom realized that he needed a drink himself.
“There’s a bottle of Scotch in the kitchen,” he mumbled.
“Good!” Shari said, taking his arm.
They went into the kitchen and she poured each of them a glass of Scotch. She raised her glass to his and clinked them.
“Here’s to revenge,” she said.
But Tom’s mind was far away.
“You’re not paying attention, sugar,” Shari said. “I know something that’ll get your mind off it. You follow me.”
Again she took his arm and led him into the bedroom. She sat him down on the edge of the bed and put her own drink on the nightstand. Then she put both hands behind her back and unzipped her knit dress. In a second she had slithered out of it.
Tom couldn’t believe what was happening. The sight of Shari’s gorgeous nearly naked body filled his cock with throbbing blood. But he was just as stunned by this as he had been by the news about Amy.
“What… are you doing?” he stammered.
“What does it look like?” Shari winked.
She came over to him and turned her supple back to him, presenting her bra clasp. Tom took a gulp of his Scotch. It was all happening too fast for him.
“Could you unfasten it for me?” Shari whispered.
Christ, I shouldn’t be doing this, Tom thought. What if Amy comes home? But then he remembered what he had been told about his wife. On the other hand, what if that was all a lie that Shari had invented to get him into this trap?
His shaking fingers were only inches from her bra clasp. He couldn’t resist He unfastened it. She turned again to face him as the straps slid down her arms.
“Oh thanks,” she said warmly, watching his eyes.
The sight of her firm upswept breasts knocked Tom for a loop. They were bigger than Amy’s, full round circles of flesh with high wide coral nipples. Shari took a step toward hint. Her firm breasts jiggled and nearly brushed his nose.
“Do you think they’ll pass?” she whispered.
He nodded.
“Are they as nice as your wife’s?”
He nodded again.
“You can do anything you want to them,” she breathed, swaying her body so that each warm breast briefly touched his face.
Tom looked up at her. “We shouldn’t be” doing this,” he said.
“Why not? They are,” Shari murmured.
She took one of her full breasts in both hands and rubbed the soft puffy nipple against Tom’s lips. Tom felt the blood hammer behind his ears. He opened his lips and the thick bud slipped into his mouth.
“Ooooooo,” Shari sighed. “Oh yes!”
Tom tongued and sucked her nipple greedily. Shari held his head in her hands and panted softly. Tom brought his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them as he sucked.
He pulled her down on the bed on her back so that he could explore her body more thoroughly. Shari’s hands fumbled with his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. She pulled his pants and shorts down and when her cool slim fingers encircled his prick, Tom thought he would pop.
“Unghhh!” he groaned with pleasure.
“Oh, baby, it’s a nice one,” Shari whispered. “Don’t come yet. Save it for me.
I want you to squirt all that delicious cum of yours into me.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Tom panted.
He bunched the flesh of her large breasts up in his hands and assaulted the swollen cones of her stiff wet nipples with his mouth. Shari moaned and twisted.
“Oh, I know! I know!” she sighed. “God, that feels good! Suck hard, baby!”
All thoughts of Amy were out of his mind now. All he wanted to do was fuck this wriggling beautiful woman. He kept devouring her excited nipples while she frantically undressed him. When he was finally naked, she skimmed off her own panties.
Their writhing bodies seemed to melt together. For the first time, she drew his face up to hers and found his lips with her thirsty mouth. Her tongue coiled around his.
“Put your cock between my titties,” she whispered, biting his lip.
“What?”
For Tom fucking had always been simple and straight-forward. He wasn’t used to any kinky variations. But he let her move him to where she wanted him to be.
“Here, this way,” she said.
His knees were in her armpits, his twitching cock poised above her breasts. The twin mounds were so firm that they stood up even though she was flat on her back. She held them with her hands, indicating the valley between them with her chin.
“Put it in there,” she said.
Tom obeyed. He lowered his groin, nestling the hard shaft of his cock into the warm valley between her breasts. She pushed them closed, trapping his prick.
For Tom the sensation was exquisitely pleasurable.
“Now fuck me that way, fuck my tits,” Shari panted, obviously very aroused as she looked down at his cock between her breasts.
Tom began to slide his cock back and forth. Shari rolled and pinched her stiff nipples and began to mewl and whimper deep in her throat. It was so exciting that Tom feared he might come right there, like that. And he wanted it to go on.
He feared it even more when she began to swipe at the protruding swollen head of his prick with her tongue. She leaned her head up, puckered her sensual lips, and at the next stroke took the head of his cock into her warm mouth.
Tom had to bite his tongue to keep from coming. She let his prick go, but the next time he stroked up she caught it with her wet lips again.
“God, Shari,” he gasped. “I’m gonna come if you do that to me one more time.”
“God, I am too!” she panted. “Don’t come. Don’t come yet. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now, sugar, fuck me now.”
Tom had never fucked such an incredibly wild woman. She writhed and mewled and whimpered insanely as he slid down her body. Her fingernails clawed his back as he lodged the thick ballooning head of his cock in the wet groove of her cunt.
“Ooooohhhnnnnnnn!” she moaned, tearing his flesh with her nails as he slid his prick deep into her.
To his surprise, she lifted her legs and dangled them over his shoulders, scissoring his neck between her knees. He had never fucked anyone that way. He didn’t realized how deeply he was now penetrating her until he heard her yowl with pleasure each time he speared her.
“AaaWwoonnngggg! Unh! Unit! Unit!” she panted and grunted.
Tom was so excited by her clawing and moaning that he fucked her wildly with short quick rabbit jabs. He bent her body almost double under him and ploughed her wet cunt viciously.
“Oh god, sugar, not so fast!” she whimpered. “You’ll leave me behind. I can’t come that way. Do it slow. Oh yes! That’s it, slow! Ohhhnnnnn! Ohhnnn yesssss!”
He felt her nails bite into his back again as he slowed his rhythmic thrusting.
No fuck in his life, not even getting Amy’s cherry, had ever excited him this much. He had to think of other things in order not to come ahead of her.
“Do you like fucking me?” Shari panted, her body twisting and buckling under him.
“God, yes,” he panted back.
“Do you like fucking me better than your wife?” she gasped.
Tom nodded. He didn’t know if be actually did or not, but at the moment he didn’t care.
“Say it,” Shari breathed.
“I love fucking you,” he panted.
“Kiss me,” she begged. “Oh, kiss me!”
Their tongues snaked together. To kiss her Torn had to let her legs drop.
Otherwise she would have snapped in two. But Shari quickly scissored his hips with them, grinding her wet clinging pussy up into his plunging cock.
“If they can do it… we can do it! Right?” she gasped, her eyes rolling, her breath raspy.
“Right,” Tom whispered, digging his fingers into her ass now, beginning to fuck her hard.
“Oh, dear God, I love to fuck!” she cried out. “Fuck me hard, harder sugar, I’m going to come!”
He ripped his stiff tool into her squishy quim so hard that if lifted her quivering ass up off the bed. She clung to him like glue, searching for his mouth with her lips, clamping his hips with her strong thighs.
The closer she got to her climax, the wilder she became. She cawed an whinnied deliriously, raking his back with her nails, squealing and thrashing. “Oh god … aahnnnnn! Ooohhnnnnn! Yes yes! Fuck me… fuck me, oh god fuck me!”
Tom felt like he was the one who was being fucked. He had to hold on for dear life, jabbing her with his prick, sinking his teeth into her smooth shoulder.
She began to come with a violence that tore the hot squirting strings of cum out of him at the same time.
“Aanngghiiieeeeee!” she wailed, thrashing insanely as the thunderclaps of her orgasm pulverized her. “Unh! Ohhnnn! Aanngghiieeeee! Uunneeeeeee!”
Tom held onto her squirming, twisting body, clenching his teeth with fierce pleasure as he felt the hot jism spurting out of his prick. But his pleasure was nothing compared to hers, apparently. He could see why she. claimed, to love to fuck. She was a champion multiple orgasm girl.
Just when her first orgasm seemed to die down, she suddenly began screaming and wrenching his prick again with her spasming cunt.
“Oh god, oh god, don’t stop!” she cried. “Keep it going, keep it going! I can come forever!”
Tom held tight to her shuddering body as she gave birth to a long shattering string of orgasms. Then, when he thought she was finished, she rolled over on top of him. She clamped her legs tight on his falling prick and pumped crazily.
"Ohn! God, not yet! I’m still coming! Ohh! Unnnnn!” she babbled.
She scrunched her cunt down on what was left of his cock and came again, like a bomb.
“Ohn! Uunnnnneeeee! Uunngghhieeee!”
Finally she collapsed on top of him, panting and whimpering.
“Oh Jesus, it’s so good!” she moaned. “So good, so good! Thank you, sugar!”
She kissed him ardently and snuggled up to him, coiling her soft sensual body around him. She was suddenly kittenish in her affection, having only moments ago been a wildcat in her lust.
“You’re welcome,” Tom said quietly, feeling lucky to have survived.