When Gerald got home two hours later I was lying in bed asleep. The sound of the garage door opening awakened me, but I decided against getting up immediately. It was so nice just lying there…
That was a mistake.
Gerald, for one of the few times in the last two yearn, was horny. I could tell it the minute he walked into the bedroom and stared at my naked tits above the sheets.
"Well, well, well," he announced, trying to keep his eyes averted from my nipples but not doing a very good job of it.
"Well, well, well what?"
"There's a lady of leisure in my bed."
"No shit."
I stared at him for a moment, then started to get out of the bed. I'd better hurry, I thought to myself, or it'll be too late.
It was already too late.
"Hey, where're you going?" he said, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
"I've got to cook dinner."
"That can wait."
He looked at me with his eyes practically drooling. I knew I was in trouble. He had his shirt all the way off now, revealing his hairy chest and slightly expanding waistline.
"This is a switch. What happened, did your secretary turn out to be a cock teaser?"
I regretted saying it almost immediately. The last thing I needed to do right now was get him mad, and this remark had done just that.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"
"Fuck you, Sheryl."
"All right. Come on."
I lay back on the bed and spread my legs resignedly. I wasn't the least bit turned on, but I knew I might as well give up and get it over with. After all, it wasn't very often that he decided he really wanted to fuck, but once he did there was no turning back.
He stared at me. I could tell he was getting madder each second, but somehow I didn't really care. In fact, when I stopped to think about it I realized that I wanted him to be mad at me.
It all had something to do with what I was planning to do tomorrow. Maybe I was feeling guilty about fucking Robert and I wanted to somehow get angry at Gerald so I wouldn't feel so bad. Maybe it was something else.
His cock was fully hard before he even got his undershorts off. Then he climbed on top of me, his heavy body pressing me down on the bed while his hand tried to guide his cock into my pussy.
"Jesus, you're dry as a bone."
"Sorry. I didn't plan for you to be horny. It's not exactly normal, you know."
He shoved a finger into my cunt. It hurt a little, but I didn't let him know how it felt. I just wanted to get all this over with.
"Why don't you get me wet?"
He didn't say anything. We were both aware that it was as much a taunt on my part as a question; he never had really liked eating my cunt. He said it made him feel like an animal.
That was Gerald for you.
Every time I looked at him I got frustrated; he was really a good looking man if he could just figure out what to do with it. But he didn't even want to fly.
"Come on, Gerald, eat my cunt. Just a little. Make it nice and wet."
He looked up at me, resentment clearly written on his face. He knew I was mocking him, and yet he was still hesitant to do what I asked of him.
Finally he buried his face in my cunt.
"Oh Gerald, that's nice… real nice." The tone of my voice was still sarcastic. I knew it was foolish and pointless to be acting this way, but right now Gerald really turned me off.
He was such a jerk; I couldn't figure out why I ever married him.
He shoved his tongue into my cunt, slavering all over me so my slit would get wet and juicy. For a moment I thought he might really get into what he was doing, but I was wrong.
As soon as I was wet he lifted his face up and got ready to enter me with his prick.
"Jesus, Gerald, a Goddamn puppy dog could do better than that."
Suddenly he got very angry. I could see the veins standing out on his neck as he grabbed his cock and guided it toward my cunt.
Still, he didn't say anything.
"What's the matter, Gerald?"
"Fuck you."
"Looks like that's what you're gonna do, whether I like it or not."
"You're Goddam fucking right."
He jammed his cock into my pussy. I tried not to react, but I couldn't help it. My mind flashed on the sight of Michelle getting fucked earlier in the afternoon and I couldn't help but begin to respond a little.
I shoved up against his cock.
"Jesus, you it a fucking bitch, Sheryl."
"Just fuck me and shut up."
He fucked me. There wasn't anything nice or pretty about it. I laid back and concentrated on the sensations he was giving me, offering little in return except the use of my body.
That was enough for him.
His face red, his eyes bugging out of their sockets, he bashed his cock into my slit. I could feel him shuddering and throbbing in his excitement, and I knew it wouldn't take very long for him to come.
"Hurry up, Gerald. I'm going to sleep."
That was the stupidest thing I'd said yet, and he made me regret it almost immediately by slapping me firmly across the face. I didn't argue; I deserved it.
Then he came.
I think slapping me must have been what it was that set him off, but I'm not sure about it. At any rate his entire body suddenly got as stiff as his cock already was. Then he groaned and a moment later his prick tented to jump inside me.
"Ohhhhh…"
He kept banging into me until he was finished. I could feel his cum splattering all inside my pussy. Then he collapsed on top of me.
For a long time I just lay there, waiting for him to roll off me. When it didn't happen I tried to wriggle out from under him; it was then that I realized he had already fallen asleep.
"You fucking asshole," I whispered under my breath.
By the next afternoon I knew, at least in the back of my mind, that I had been completely unfair with Gerald. But somehow it didn't really matter; even if he hadn't done anything yesterday to justify my obnoxious behavior he still deserved it on general principles for being such a jerk for so many years.
Today I didn't want to think about him.
I wanted to think about Robert.
Although Robert and Gerald were in the same business – contracting – there couldn't be two people who were more different.
The thing I liked best about Robert, and the thing that made him the most different from Gerald, was the simple fact that he didn't take himself seriously. He was always ready with a joke, and I had the distinct impression, although I didn't really know him that well, that he would never be capable of going into the kind of depressions that were almost commonplace with Gerald.
Waiting for him in the restaurant I was a little bit nervous. I wondered if I looked as enticing as I wanted to; probably, I nodded. After all, I was a very good-looking woman, and I had done my best to enhance my looks by wearing my best-looking clothes.
"Waitin' for somebody, lady?"
"Robert!"
"Mind if'n I join ya?"
Suddenly I wasn't nervous any more. He was wearing, of all things, a cowboy hat that looked ridiculous with his business suit.
I knew it was going to be alright.
The hotel room was plush; I didn't ask how much he'd spent on it. It didn't matter, though; he could afford it.
Besides, this was a special day.
I was a little bit drunk; just enough to make me feel completely comfortable and ready for what was about to happen.
"Robert," I whispered, looking straight into his eyes.
"What?" he replied, for once not joking.
"Let's make love."
He didn't say anything, but instead reached out and began to unfasten the buttons that ran down the front of my blouse.
I watched.
There were mirrors on the walls and ceilings, so I could choose the way I wanted to watch what was happening. I decided to look at the one on the wall, primarily because it gave me a great view of his face.
I wanted to watch his reaction.
When my tits were finally bare I could feel the cool air blowing on them, making the nipples hard. His eyes told me everything I wanted to know. He was happy with what he saw.
I stood up and let my blouse tumble to the floor. His hands were all over my chest, squeezing my tits and tweaking my nipples. My heart was pounding like it was my first time all over again. "Lie down," he whispered.
I did as he told me.
He unfastened the clasp that held my skirt in place, then pulled it down over my hips. When he saw what was beneath it he let out an excited gasp.
"Nice, baby, real nice. I never did like pantyhose anyway."
"Neither did I."
I was wearing a black garter belt and regular nylons. I don't know why, but having those bare spots on my thighs always makes me feel assay as a movie star.
Naturally Gerald didn't like it. Fuck Gerald.
"Come on, baby, finish what you started," I urged, noticing that he wasn't doing anything eke. His eyes were riveted on the parts of my body that were exposed.
"The rest of it's even better, I'll bet."
"Why don't you find out?"
"I think I will."
He unfastened the nylons and pulled them off, then released the garter belt. The only thing left was my panties.
He pulled them off.
"Like it?"
"You're beautiful, baby."
I could tell that he meant it. Just the way his eyes were roaming all over my naked body was enough to let me know that he was totally satisfied with what he had seen so far.
And if that wasn't enough, there was also the fact that his hands were all over me in a way that made me realize once again how miserable Gerald was as a lover.
"God, Robert, eat me. Eat my cunt." Almost before the words were out of my mouth he had his face buried in my cunt. I couldn't help but think about the fact that Gerald had put his mouth on my cunt last night, but what was happening now and what had happened then were so different that they had nothing in common.
This was fantastic.
"Oh yeah… Robert… ah yeah, that's… nice."
It was as if he knew everything that was going through my mind, because he did exactly the things that I wanted him to do.
My cunt started to melt.
I could feel the sizzling cream pouring out of my hot slot. His face must be covered with it.
"Is it good?" I groaned, wanting to hear him tell me how sweet my cunt was.
"Mmmmmmm…"
Then he grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and spread them apart, making my cunt lips open even wider at the same time.
"Harder, Robert… eat my cunt… suck my honey!"
I began to writhe and twist, shoving my cunt down on his face with all my strength, feeling a new excitement pour through my crotch as I realized how good getting eaten out could be.
Grabbing his head I pushed it farther and farther up between my legs, trying to shove his fantastic tongue all the way into my cunt. He was working on my clit now, flicking and sucking the sensitive button with his tongue and lips while I wriggled on top of the bed like a speared animal.
Finally I couldn't stand it any more.
"Come here," I moaned, pulling his head up toward my face. I kissed him deeply, letting my tongue do everything it wanted to inside, his mouth.
Then I undressed him.
His body was smooth and hard. When I got to his undershorts I paused, playing with the elastic, teasing him until he could stand it no longer.
"Come on, Sheryl."
I pulled his shorts down.
His cock was every bit as big and hard as I had hoped it would be. I could see his veins standing out from the taut, shiny skin.
I put him in my mouth.
He began to shove and thrust almost as soon as my lips closed around him. His cock filled up my throat, but it felt good. Much better than any other cock ever had.
"That's it, baby, that's good. Keep sucking it, Sheryl, keep on sucking my cock."
I did just that.
In and out, up and down I moved, swirling my tongue around him while I flicked my fingers across his balls.
"God, Sheryl, let's fuck." I agreed.
He entered me from on top, sliding his cock through my moist, yielding cunt lips and into my pussy. As his meat forced my cunt open I thought I could feel every tiny inch of akin inside me: "Yessss… ohhhhh God it's so good…"
"I know."
Everything was perfect. We slammed and banged into each other so perfectly that it seemed like we had been together a hundred times before.
And yet this was our first.
I wrapped my legs around his waist almost immediately, drawing his cock all the way into my cunt, making the most of every inch he had to offer.
"Fuck me hard, Robert, fuck me till I drop. We can go easy the next time."
He redoubled his efforts. I could feel his cockhead pummeling the deepest walls inside my pussy.
"Ohhhh yeah, Robert, don't stop. Don't ever stop! I could go on fucking like this forever!"
That was exactly the way I felt.
His cock kept sliding in and out of my staining, thrashing pussy. Each thrust seemed like a new adventure, complete with different sensations that were practically driving me crazy.
I loved it.
Everything that I had been missing in my marriage was suddenly available to me. In a flash I realized that it wasn't just Robert that was making it so good; it was me as well.
I had the power to fuck anybody…
"Come on, baby, finish me off! I can't stand it much longer!"
My cunt began to churn and foam. I could feel something beginning to rise up deep inside me, shooting toward my cunt with a velocity that practically took my breath away.
"Uuuuuuhhhgggg!"
I came in torrents all over his cock. My pussy went wild, quivering and pulsing in crazy spasms that practically caused me to faint.
A moment later his cock exploded inside me. I could feel it expand, then suddenly contract as he shot a huge load of jism into my straining pussy.
We were great together.