After that night, Kerry had trouble meeting her son's eyes. She constantly pictured how he'd looked jerking off. Her mouth would suddenly water when she remembered how his spunk had shot into the air.
Things with Elliot stayed the same. Rotten. They fucked almost every night, but for her it was always a flop. She gradually stopped complaining. She realized he wasn't going to change and more and more she gave consideration to having an affair.
One morning after Elliot had left for work and Jason for school, she moped around the house thinking about her troubles. She tried to fill her time with domestic things, but she'd never enjoyed cooking and cleaning and all the other typically feminine pursuits. The only thing she really enjoyed was shopping, and even that was beginning to bore her.
She decided to clean out some drawers that hadn't been touched in years and started with the desk she shared with Elliot. She took each of the drawers out in turn and placed them on the bed. Then she climbed onto the bed and emptied the drawer, going over all the contents before either replacing them or throwing them away.
On the bottom of the last drawer she found a large envelope. It was sealed and she didn't remember what it contained. She lifted it up to the light, but there was no way to tell what was inside without opening it.
Carefully tearing open the top, she pulled out a stack of papers and yellowed newspaper clippings. She was about to glance at the clippings, when she saw that on the bottom of the pile were about a dozen eight by ten photographs.
She pulled out the photographs and dropped the papers. The photographs were of naked women in all kinds pf obscene poses. She spread them put on the bedspread, astonished at her discovery. All the women had their legs spread and their pussies were exposed. They all had dark-haired cunts and big tits. One of the girls had a big black cigar sticking out of her gash and another had a finger up her slit.
"Jesus Christ!" she muttered as she gazed from one to the other. "The son-of-a-bitch gets off on pornography!"
She lined the pictures up and gazed at the variety of cunts and tits. At least Elliot had good taste. All the girls were gorgeous and they all had big tits. Still, why would a mature man like Elliot need pictures when he had a perfectly good wife at home?
Glancing at the newspaper clippings and the other papers, she pushed the pictures aside and tried to find a correlation between the papers and the photographs. It didn't take long. The newspaper clippings described various nightclub acts and it soon became clear that the girls in the photos were strippers in local clubs.
She wondered if Elliot used these pictures to get turned on. The envelope had been sealed, but that didn't mean anything. She pictured him rummaging through the desk every night before they went to bed. No, that was impossible. She would have seen him do it.
What amused her was how much the girls in the pictures resembled her. At least the slab went for the same type of woman. Her type. She wondered if he knew any of the girls and if he'd fucked any of them and realized suddenly that she didn't care if he had.
She put the envelope back and threw everything else back into the drawer before replacing it in the desk. She didn't care if he saw the torn envelope. He couldn't say anything to her. If he did he'd have to admit the pictures were his.
That settles it, she thought as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. If he's cheating, so can I. I've only got a few more good years and I'm not going to waste them.
She stepped into the shower and washed her hair. She let it dry while she made up her face. She didn't know what she was going to do to meet a man, but she'd think of something.
Back in her bedroom, she examined herself in the mirror. Just a slight sag to her tits. Not bad for her age. And Jason had nursed until he was two. The thought of her teenage son sucking her tits made her blush, but also brought an itch to her cunt. Anyway, for a woman over thirty who had nursed a baby for almost two years, she wasn't in bad shape.
Brushing her long dark hair, she examined the tiny network of lines at the corners of her eyes. The only place she still looked like a teenager was her pussy. Thank God for that, she thought as she stroked her cunt-muff. With the lights dim, a man would never think she was over twenty-one. Did all cats look alike at night?
When she was satisfied with her face and hair, she went to the closet and rummaged around until she found a skirt and blouse that emphasized her big tits and small waist. She decided it was time to stop living in blue jeans and vowed to go shopping and buy some new skirts. A woman should show off what she's got and maybe she was past the stage of tight jeans anyway.
She left the house at one o'clock and walked quickly down the street to the bus stop. She decided to leave her car at home. A car could be a hindrance when she was trying to meet a man.
When she was halfway down the street, she heard the sound of a bus and started running to catch it. She didn't feel like waiting a half hour for another. She was just passing the last house on the block when her heel caught in a crack in the sidewalk and she fell flat on her face.
"You okay?" a male voice said when she'd lifted herself to a sitting position.
She'd caught herself on both hands and the palms of her hands stung from the impact. She looked up, momentarily dazed, and gazed into the eyes of Lou Bradley, the owner of the nearest house.
"You okay, Kerry?" he said again, a look of concern on his craggy face. "I've been meaning to have that damn crack fixed."
"I think so," she said. "I think I hurt my ankle though."
"Here, let me help you," he said, placing his hands under her arms and lifting her to her feet.
She leaned against him, placing her aching foot on the ground and then lifting it up again. "Oh, God, I think I sprained something," she said.
"Lean on me and we'll go into the house," he said. "I'll take a look at it and put some ice on it."
He draped one of her arms around his neck and she managed to hobble on her good foot into his house.
She sat down on the living room sofa and he went to the kitchen for some ice. It had been years since she'd been in the Bradley house. She'd been friendly with Lou's wife, Grace, but Grace had died about five years ago. Now Lou kept pretty much to himself, raising their teenage son.
"This should help," he said, striding into the room and filling it with his presence.
He used a kitchen, towel wrapped around a dozen ice cubes to bring the swelling down. After a while he crouched in front of her legs and examined her ankle.
"I think it's a minor sprain," he said. "Nothing serious. You'll be as good, as new in no time."
They chatted then and he went to the kitchen for iced tea. She thought it was strange when he crouched down on the floor in front of her again and continued examining her foot and ankle.
"See, it's getting better, already," he said.
"It'd be a damn shame if anything happened to these gorgeous legs. I guess if that happened Elliot would sue the city for damages."
"I'm not sure Elliot would even notice," she said as Lou sat down next to her on the sofa.
He leered at her cleavage. "I can't believe that," he boomed in his husky voice. "Why, half the guys in the neighborhood would like to be in his shoes."
He leaned over and ran his hand over her leg. "Thank goodness you didn't break anything. Those gains are priceless."
"I'll bet you say that to all the women on the block," she said.
Kerry had never considered Lou as a possible lover. He'd seemed so preoccupied recently what with raising his son and taking care of his house. But now she gazed at him and realized he was a very sexy-looking man. He had a big chest and muscular arms and shoulders. He had a thick forest of hair peeping out of the top of his shirt and his legs looked strong through his china pants.
"Only the pretty ones like you, Kerry," he grinned, moving his hand lightly up and down the calf of her leg.
"Do you spend a lot of time rubbing women's legs?" she said. The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. Lou's son was at school and they had the house to themselves. He would never talk. A man like Lou knew enough to keep his mouth shut about his personal affairs. He'd been around plenty even when Grace was alive and didn't need to show off about who he laid.
"Only if they won't let me rub anything else," he said, stroking her knee.
"Why, Lou," she smiled. "I do believe you're flirting with me."
"Could be," he said, his eyes boring into her cleavage. "If you want to show me what's between those gorgeous legs I'd be happy to look."
She'd never expected such boldness, but found it very exciting. She thought suddenly about the pictures she'd found in the desk and brazenly opened her legs. Fuck Elliot! she thought. Two can play that game.
"You mean like this?" she said, her skirt up to her thighs and the crotch of her panties exposed.
Five minutes later they were upstairs in Lou's bedroom with the shade down. They undressed quickly, staring at each other as each article of clothing fell onto the floor.
"I've had the hots for you for years, Kerry," he said.
"I never knew that." Her heart was pounding so fast she thought she might faint.
"Don't you know what a sexy woman you are?"
"Marriage wasn't designed to give a woman confidence."
"The same old story, huh?" he said. "I never appreciated Grace until she was gone."
Kerry unhooked her bra, and threw it onto a chair. She didn't want to talk about Grace or Elliot. If she thought about her husband she might lose her nerve.
Stepping out of her skirt, she stood in front of him wearing only bikini panties. "Not bad for an old broad, huh?" she said.
"Not bad for any broad," he said, his eyes hot as he stared at her tits.
He turned on the radio and flooded the room with soft mood music. He held out his arms. "Dance with me, gorgeous."
She melted into his arms. He was naked except for his shorts and the bulge between his legs was huge. They danced around the room, her tits bouncing against his chest and his thick chest hair teasing her stiff pink nipples.
He released her and they danced without touching, facing each other. Her full assflesh jiggled and gyrated beneath her flesh-colored bikinis.
The bulge in his crotch swayed and stood at attention like a flagpole. She instinctively hefted her tits and lifted them up, her thumbs caressing her nipples.
"Too big, huh?" she teased.
"They're never too big."
"They say more than a mouthful is wasted."
"They don't know the size of my mouth."
He reached out to wrap his arms around her, but she moved to the side. She enjoyed teasing him and now she turned her back to him and wiggled her ass.
"Maybe I better show you the rest of the merchandise," she said, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and sliding them over her hips.
"A guy could get lost in that ass," he snickered.
"You an ass man?"
"I'm an ass man and a cunt man and a tit man. I love it all. Get over here!"
She danced out of his reach. "Not so fast, big boy," she smiled.
Her eyes boring into his, she pushed her panties down her thighs and finally stepped out of them. She tossed them onto the floor and stood with her legs spread to show him the split of her gash.
The smile disappeared from his face as he grabbed her. He crushed her tits in his hands, holding them tightly as he lowered his face and kissed the puckered pink tips.
She caressed his hair as he kissed and licked her creamy-skinned boobs. She threw her head back and trembled when he nibbled her lust swollen nipples.
"Take your shorts off!" she hissed. "You're driving me crazy!"
He chuckled when he released her and slid his shorts off his ass. He stood back, and with a look of pride on his face, let her feast her eyes on his upthrust fuckpole. She wasn't disappointed. His cock was long and thick and looked very hard.
"Now that's a cock," she whispered.
"Suck it, Kerry," he said.
He gently pushed her down onto the edge of the bed and stood between her legs. The position was perfect. She leaned forward and in a moment her lips grazed his cockhead. She trembled with excitement. His cock smelled horny and terribly masculine and she shivered when she opened her mouth and closed her lips over his knob.
"Kerry, Kerry, Kerry, that's wonderful," he said, standing with his arms folded over his chest and his eyes closed.
She said nothing, not wanting to spit his prick out for even a moment. She loved having a big dick in her mouth. She loved nothing better than a leisurely cock suck. Elliot always rushed her. Just like he rushed her through everything.
Now she moved a hand to her cunt and fingered her pussy while she held his cockshaft in her free hand and sucked more of his dick into her mouth.
At intervals she held his balls in her hand and fondled them, sliding her lips down to the hairy sac and nibbling on his nuts. She kept returning to his cockhead, suctioning it into her hot mouth while she frigged her cunt.
Lou stroked her head, tangling his strong fingers in her hair as she devoured his fuck stick. He swayed back and forth, feeding his meat to her eager lips and grunting softly.
"Suck it, baby!" he hissed when she sucked his entire fuckpole into her throat. "Shit, it's all the way in! You doll, you! Fuck, that's sucking!"
Now Kerry held his hips and urged him to fuck her mouth. She kept her head still while he moved back and forth, fucking her lips with a back, and forth motion. He was careful not to choke her even though at intervals his cockhead lodged in the back of her throat. But he pulled it out again quickly so she had the pleasure of sucking without the discomfort.
She slithered one hand over his ass and with the other held his balls. God, she loved the feel of his nuts! They were packed with jism and felt as big as a bull's. She'd spent many summers on her uncle's farm when she was a child and had always been fascinated by the bulls. The bull's balls, she thought to herself. I was always a horny bitch.
She let the saliva collect in her mouth without swallowing it. She knew it felt good on his fuckpole. Occasionally some of it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and drenched his balls. But for the most part his prick bathed in saliva.
Suddenly he stopped stroking his dick in and out of the ring of her lips and held her chin while he pulled it out. "I don't want to come in your mouth right now, Kerry," he said. "Let's fuck."
They stretched out on the bed and she spread her thighs to show him her juicy cunt. His eyes glittered as he gazed at her. The itch in her pussy gave her the nerve to hold her cuntflaps open and show him the crimson, slime-coated interior of her snatch.
She arched her back and lifted her ass from he bed. "What are you waiting for, Lou?"
He moved closer, laying on his side as he tore at the petal-like folds of her pussy. Rolling between her legs, he held his prick-root and guided his cockhead into the succulent mouth if her cunt.
"Ah, Lou, you're driving me crazy!"
Lunging forward, he sank his prick inch by twit into her overheated gash. She wiggled her ass, her pussy snugly grabbing his dick as they sine together.
"How do you want it?" he hissed. "It doesn't matter. Just fuck!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck ant her legs around his back. He slid his prick in and out of her pussy, his shaft grasping her cunt with every stroke.
"Oh, Lou!" she sighed. "I haven't had a fuck like this in years!"
"Oh, baby," he said, gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts.
She felt herself begin to climb toward the ultimate ecstasy. She thrust herself against hi stroking prick and when she came she cried and trembled. Her cunt gripped his dick and brought him off and he grunted as he filled her snatch with his load of spunk.
It wasn't until she'd regained her senses that she realized she'd been calling out Jason's name.